11 comments/ 26609 views/ 28 favorites The City By: nova2469 Author's Note -- If you're a Coven fan then don't worry Laura and friends will be back soon just wanted to get another story started too. Chapter 1 -- The Map Jess gasped in excitement, her whole body shaking with the physical excitement. She'd finally done it, years of loneliness and failure were now behind her. No longer would people make jokes about her, tease her or call her a silly, little girl. Finally she felt like a woman. "QUIET!" The stern and ageing librarian shouted at her from across the stacked bookshelves. Jess shook her head, still smiling, she wasn't going to let some silly old bat ruin her moment of triumph. She'd finally found Francis Cuthenburt's map! Every other historian had claimed the map was a myth but Jess had known otherwise. They might think it had been invented by Victorian storytellers to add a little flavour to their tales but she'd found reference to it in the much earlier works of Father Victor Fileni when she'd been studying for her doctorate. Fileni was a source trusted by few historians but she'd never found him to let her down and so that had been enough to convince her the map was real. However her tutors were the first to laugh at her when she suggested so in her thesis. It had almost got her kicked out of the university, with one professor suggesting she may as well have written about the Loch Ness monster or Bigfoot. It had been a massive blow and she'd been devastated, in tears for days with the thought of her long dreamed of career vanishing before her eyes. Yet she'd never been one to back down when others told her she was wrong so she'd carried on. Thankfully her unparalleled knowledge of pre-Roman Britain meant she did, in the end, get her PhD even if half of her teachers didn't think it was fully deserved. However that had only been the start of the ridicule. She understood why the map seemed so ridiculous to other scholars. It was claimed the map showed the path to an ancient and lost underground city that had existed at the height of the Iron Age. The city was home to a mighty and powerful Pictish tribe that numbered in the hundreds of thousands and who had amazing technologies and even magically powers. The story went that in the early 1800's gentleman adventurer Cuthenburt had discovered this city hidden in the wilds of Scotland along with it's supposed treasures and mysteries. This idea was clearly anathema to most historians. The pre-Roman tribes of Britain never built cities, let alone underground ones. And any mention of treasure or magic was usually the first clue that such stories were total nonsense. Their argument was further backed up by there being no actual evidence the map was ever drawn and only scant references, outside of the tabloid tales written half a century later, that Cuthenburt was even a real person. Yet Jess had persisted. Fileni was merely the first reference to the map or the city from sources much more reliable than Cuthenburt. She'd published a series of articles arguing the map and the city were real but each time was met with howls of laughter and scorn. She had soon been fired from her job at a heritage society and found it increasingly hard to find work as by then she'd been clearly labelled as a crackpot. But Jess was sure she was right, she knew it didn't fit into history's picture of the era but just dismissing all the evidence out of hand was just bad science. So relegated to working in a museum running tours for stupid tourists she continued her work in the evenings and at weekends. Slowly amassing all the clues she could until finally a few weeks before she'd become sure that the map was hidden in the library she was now in -- the library at the British Museum no less. The map had been stuffed in a large collection of similar documents and never properly analysed. Due to her reputation it had taken some time and the calling in of a few favours before she could get access but she eventually was allowed and once inside it had taken her only a few minutes to find the legendary map. Breathing slowly and running a hand through her shoulder length, silky red hair to calm herself down she started to examine the map properly. She'd expected the map to be roughly drawn but was in fact exquisitely decorated. The main portion of the map showed a detailed route from the town of Lairg, a path that seemed to ran for miles through the highlands. At one side it showed the fabled city itself. The city wasn't mapped in detail but certain key features had been sketched out and it was here the artist had really put the work in. In one section of the city was drawn a beautiful red haired, Celtic women who the map indicated stood guard over the city. Most of the city however seemed to be populated with a host of bizarre monsters, each more alien than last. Looking more closely Jess noticed that one of the tentacled beasts near the entrance hadn't been drawn alone. In fact it's slimy appendages were wrapped around a beautiful and naked blonde girl. And not just wrapped around the girl but fucking her -- Jess could clearly see tentacles pushed up her pussy and arse. Jess immediately felt her pretty, freckled face go bright red. This had not what she'd expected to find on the map. She looked around to make sure that no one could see her staring at such pornographic images. Sure they could not she turned her attention back to the old map, even more intrigued by it than she had been moments before. Further examination revealed two more such scenes on the large map. In the first a dark haired women was being what could only be described as gang-banged by a group of Pictish warriors, drawn as if it were still the 2nd century BC. In the final scene a cute blonde was being fucked by a giant, tentacled slug like monster. It then dawned on Jess who these women were, in some versions of the story Cuthenburt had been accompanied by a trio of sisters, daughters of a local aristocrat who had a keen interest in history, but they had never returned with him. Sometimes it was said that had been why the map was lost, Cuthenburt had retired in scandal and fled the country as the aristocrat declared revenge for murder of his daughters with all of Cuthenburt's work destroyed or hidden. Jess had never been so sure about that part of the tale but the map now suggested the sisters had been there with Cuthenburt after all. Though she had to admit it seemed unlikely the cause of their vanishing was at the hands of monsters. She thought perhaps these monsters were a feeble attempt at an excuse of Cuthenburt's? Maybe he had murdered them after all? That idea upset Jess a little as she'd long admired Cuthenburt and the way their quests for the city had been the same. Yet the idea the map was a cover up of murder didn't really make sense either as it was very clear the women were very much enjoying themselves with the disgusting creatures and that seemed a very odd way to explain their fate to a worried father! Maybe they were more metaphorical? An example of the dangers of an ancient ruined city and the artist just got a little carried away but showing such sexual pleasure was still odd and more than a little distracting. In fact Jess's attention just kept returning to them. In fact as she continued to stare at the images of the girls coupling with the monsters Jess began to feel herself get excited and not for academic reasons. Not that it took much these days, her obsession with the mystery of the map meant she'd never really had time for a boyfriend and if she was honest to herself wasn't that bothered about sex, it has always been so disappointing she'd found, but that didn't mean she didn't get frustrated. So whilst her fingers would give her a much needed daily climax she had recently been finding even little things getting her going again. She decided if her search for the map went well she'd better find a boyfriend but honestly had no idea where to start. So in the meantime her self inflicted orgasms were becoming much more regular to the extent that some days only an hour or two would pass between her climaxes. She'd even find herself longing to make herself cum at work or out about town so she'd become quite the expert at surreptitious masturbation -- having a go in an empty library would be no challenge. So still staring at the drawings of the women and the monsters coupling she uncrossed her booted feet and parted her legs slightly. A quick look around confirmed again that no one else was in the huge library except the librarian who was far on the other side of the many stacks of books. So Jess dropped her hand to her bare knee, gently caressing the soft flesh at the bottom of her thigh, before pulling up the hem of her short, denim skirt to reveal her black panties, a wet patch already visible. Meanwhile she let her other hand un-clip a couple of buttons on the front of her green shirt before sliding it inside to grasp at her firm breast. Smiling as she felt her nipples go hard under her lacy black bra. Jess then slipped the hand between her legs under the fabric of her panties, through the trimmed red hair and to her wet opening. Imaging she was her at the mercy of the gang of muscled Pictish warriors she pushed two fingers into herself, her thumb rubbing at her clit. She slowly started pushing her fingers in and out of herself, her other hand still rubbing at her nipples through her bra. At first she concentrated on the warriors. She'd only ever had the most vanilla sexual experiences and she found the thought of being with so many men, of them taking her in her pussy, in her arse, in all three holes, was deeply arousing. Jess was panting, her panties sodden with juices when she turned her attention to the tentacled monsters. She'd never been a fan of horror movies and had never really imagined creatures like the ones on the map, let alone thinking of them in a sexual way. But now staring at the way the women seemed to be in a state of orgasmic bliss she wanted it to be her fucking the monsters. She thought about tentacles wrapping around her naked body, of penetrating her tight holes, of fucking her for hours on end. She knew what she was thinking was disgusting and she'd be terrified if it ever happened in real life but as a fantasy it was amazing. Being the sexual plaything of a hideous monster was driving her wild, of being raped by it day and night for weeks on end, of being passed between each of the creatures on the map, each screwing her endlessly, of even becoming the mother to their gross monster children. Jess was pushing herself to a sexual peak she hadn't felt in a long time. Each plunge into her pussy was heaven, each squeeze of her nipple sent electricity through her body, her orgasm was so very close. "Urgghhhh!" She quietly groaned as finally came, her pussy spasming around her fingers, her whole body shaking, the last thoughts of tentacles in her cunt and anus slipping away. As the excitement subsided it was replaced by a little shame. She couldn't believe what she been imagining as she came. Clearly finding the map had got her a little over-excited. So she hurriedly buttoned her shirt back up, brushed her skirt back into place and stood up -- hoping no one would notice the wet patch left on the chair. Jess then picked up the old, brown map and rolled it up. What she was about to do she knew was wrong but had long decided it was what she had to do. If she just presented the map everyone would just declare it a fake, she had to find the city itself and the only way to do that was with the map. So without even looking at the librarian she confidently strode out of the library. A big smile on her face -- her long search was almost over and she'd just given herself the best orgasm in months. **************** Jess was getting tired. She been walking since dawn and it was now well into the afternoon but she wasn't about to give up, she had to find the city. She'd left Lairg early that morning after a hectic few weeks preparing for the expedition. She'd ensured she had everything she might need and felt equipped well enough for a trek in the Himalayas so the Scottish Highlands shouldn't be a challenge. It might have been over preparation but she was desperate to ensure nothing went wrong and that the map led her to the city. So she carried a backpack full of climbing gear, food, water, navigational tools and camping equipment. Even if it took her a week to find the city she was confident she could do it. She'd also spent a lot of time checking all the historical sources and facts she'd discovered about the city. If she'd been an expert before she was now sure she was the most knowledgeable person alive. More than a few hours had been spent studying the map too. Most of the time to ensure even if she lost the old document she'd still be able to find her way but more than a few times she'd found herself staring at the monstrous illustrations again and her fingers slipping into her pussy. In the last few days it had got to the point that she'd found she didn't want to masturbate thinking about anything else. She put it down to excitement about the trip and not a sudden preference change from men to tentacled creatures from Hell. As she trudged over the rocky field her thoughts kept returning to the map and what the drawings might mean. As she had been in the library she was sure the monsters were metaphorical but a little part of her strangely hoped not. As then not only would she be the discovery of the most incredible pre-Roman city but also of a half dozen mythological monsters. A Nobel prize would surely only be the start. She studiously tried not to think about what might happen to her if the drawings were real, as despite her fantasies the idea of being fucked by some monster was not the top of her to do list. Yet even now thinking on the incredible knowledge discovering such creatures would unveil a little part of her couldn't help but notice the warmth in her pussy and a stiffness in her nipples under her pink panties and bra. Ignoring those feelings she sat down on a nearby large boulder and pulled out both the old map to the city and a modern map of the area. Before she'd left she'd plotted one on to the other as best she could but as she travelled and found landmarks that matched Cuthenburt's map she had to make occasional corrections. She wiped a little sweat off her brow as she began working on the latest changes. The weather was unseasonably warm for late spring in northern Scotland, so hot that Jess had considered delaying the start of the trip. But she was too keen to get to the city and so set out anyway, even if now in the mid-afternoon heat she was beginning to regret it. She was grateful she was at least dressed for the weather in a short denim skirt and small white top which zipped up the front and left her arms and midriff bare. The only allowance for the rough terrain being a pair of sturdy yet still fashionable knee high boots. The heat was quickly forgotten however as she studied the maps, she thought she was getting close to the location to the city but was now sure. In fact if her calculations were correct the outskirts should be just over the next rise. Feeling like a kid at Christmas she jumped to her feet and stuffed the maps back into her pack. Hurrying she scrambled up the grassy bank to stand on to the top of the rise. She stopped half expecting to see a magnificent city laid out before her. Of course there was nothing so obvious, as both the map and the old legends said the city was underground and only the odd marker or building would be visible on the surface. Jess pulled out her binoculars and began to scan the area. At first the area looked just like the miles of rocky grassland she'd been travelling over all day but then she saw it. To the untrained eye it would just look like a few piles of rock but to her it was unmistakably the heavily decayed ruins of a Pictish round house. Scanning further around she quickly saw more. She was elated. This really was it, she'd found the city. So she dashed down the slope towards the first of the roundhouses. A brief examination proved she was correct, the rocks really were the ruin of a Pictish dwelling and a rather high status one at that. Over the next few minutes and dashing in glee between them Jess confirmed half a dozen of the houses. This matched up exactly with what as shown on the map, Cuthenburt hadn't been a crank or a swindler but clearly an excellent archaeologist. Jess began to feel giddy as she looked further west, about 500 metres away was a large rocky outcrop. It was that outcrop that the map said hid the entrance to the city proper. Years of tension and stress seemed to slip away as she began towards the outcrop, everything she'd worked for had been worth it. By the time she was about halfway to the outcrop she realised she was walking on a path that led directly there. Much like the round houses it was much decayed but still visible and bordered by large boulders on either side with scattered trees and bushes in between. Jess was still about a hundred metres from the outcrop when she stopped short, dropping her pack. Nestling between two large grey rocks was the most amazing planet she'd ever seen. It was around ten foot tall and at least as wide. It was mostly composed of vine like tendrils that ranged from a few inches in diameter at the edges to over a foot at the centre. Most impressively of all the planet was covered in large flowers which sat at the end of some of the vines. Each flower had bright white petals about a foot across with a yellow stamen in the middle. It was very beautiful and even from a little distance away Jess could smell it's sweet, delightful scent. Whilst no botanist Jess had a basic grasp on the plants of the Scottish Highlands and was sure this was not a native plant. In fact she was sure it wasn't found anywhere in the British Isles. The only place she'd seen anything similar was in TV shows about jungle habitats. Deeply intrigued how such an alien plant could prosper in this rocky land she walked towards it. As she got closer she suddenly put her hand to her mouth in shock. She'd thought the warm breeze had been moving around the vines and flowers but now she realised the plant was actually moving under it's own power. It wasn't a lot, the vines just shifting a few inches but enough to be utterly shocking. Whilst Jess knew the odd plant could move a little the action of the flowery bush was more that of an animal and far too mobile for even the most active plant. A little nervous but fascinated Jess took a few more steps closer. It was then four of the thinner vines shot out of the planet and in a flash had wrapped around her bare arms and legs. She screamed as the rubbery tendrils slid tightly around her skin. The vines, with an amazing strength, pulled Jess toward the body of the plant. She tried to dig in with her feet, tried to free her arms but it was just far too powerful and in a few seconds she found herself dragged to the middle of the bush. Held right in the centre she was completely surrounded by the vines and flowers which were rubbing around her body as they moved. Two of the giant white flowers were pressing against either side of her face. Their strong, sweet smell engulfing her as their yellow stamens each about eight inches long and two wide began to rub against the side of her head. As they did so their yellow pollen began to be smeared over her pale cheeks and red hair. Jess, whilst trying to knock the flowers away with her head, suddenly screamed as she felt another vine shoot under her top and around breasts, wrapping around them both. She screamed a second time as they started squeezing her pert tits. As she screamed one of the flowers by her face pushed it's stamen into her open mouth. Almost immediately her mouth filled with pollen, much to Jess's surprise it tasted really good, it was as sweet and enticing as the flower's scent. Despite being it's prisoner she couldn't help but run her tongue along the stamen in her mouth, licking up more of the sweet pollen. Then after a few moments the stamen pulled out and left her gagging a little on a mouthful of the sticky pollen. The City Jess then felt another flower push up against her thigh, rubbing more pollen on her bare skin before it began to push it's way up under her skirt, between her legs. She cried out an alarm as the tendrils holding her legs pulled them apart giving the flower easy access. In response the flower promptly began pushing with it's petals and stamen against the pink cotton of her panties. Unable to progress further one of the vines briefly joined it under her skirt and managed to tear her panties half off even as Jess tried desperately to pull her legs together. "Noooo!!!" Jess cried out as the vine pulled away and the flower pushed against her now naked opening, spreading it's pollen on to her lips. She knew what was about to happen, the map has warned her and as she'd expected it wasn't at all like her fantasies but terrifying. She tried to struggle out of the plant's grasp, screaming as she did so. Finally she managed to pull her arms free, tearing the vines holding her. Yet it was too late as the vines tore she felt the thick, sticky stamen push slowly into her pussy as the flower's white petals grasped around her thighs, locking it firmly in place. It felt so strange to be taken like this but almost immediately felt a shiver of pleasure inside her. The long, thick stamen was filling her like nothing before, so much better than any man she'd ever been with. Nonetheless she reached down and grabbed end of the vine that the flower sat atop. She desperately tried to pull it out of her, not wanting to be taken by a planet but it's immense strength resisted her. Feeling quite helpless Jess then squealed in a mixture of shock and delight as the flower pushed further into her pussy. She didn't want to enjoy it, wanted to escape but her body wasn't listening. As the stamen pushed another inch into her she finally gave up trying to pull it out and just tore away the remnants of her panties instead, tossing them to one side. "Uurrghhhhh!" Cried Jess as the stamen was finally hilted within her, the petals now tightly wrapped against her skin. She was so full and it felt amazing. Groaning she turned her head slightly and let the flower by her head push its stamen into her mouth. She promptly began sucking on it, letting the sweet pollen slip down her throat. Meanwhile with her hands free she managed to unzip her top. Sensing this the vine wrapped around her tits briefly released them before ripping off her bra and then sliding back around her naked breasts. The flower buried inside her pussy then began to slid in and out of her, it's thickness forcing open her tight hole each time it entered her. More vines then slid around her body and with amazing dexterity pulled off her top and skirt, flinging both back onto the path. As soon as the skirt was removed Jess felt a second flower push up against her pert bottom. Knowing what was about to happen she released the stamen in her mouth and just managed to reach her arms around behind her so she could pull her arse cheeks apart. As she did so the flower shoved its stamen into her arsehole and clamped its petals around her pert butt. Nothing had ever penetrated her anus before but now, being fucked in both holes felt amazing and she began to moan in total pleasure as both stamens in her started to violently piston away. "Ahhh....Ahhh...Ahhh....Ahhh" Jess cried as the botanical abuse continued. Soon her naked body was slick with her sweat and the plant's sticky yellow pollen and her orgasm was moments away. "Yesssss!!!!!!" She screamed as her climax hit. It started in her stretched pussy but shot to her arse and then across her whole body, an orgasm greater than any she'd ever had. The ecstasy seemed to last forever and end instantly. Slowly she felt herself regain control, her vision and muscle control returning. As it did the plant suddenly shoved her away from itself, throwing her pollen coated body on to path next to her discarded clothes. Rather shocked by the abrupt ending to their coupling she turned to the plant to see it stop moving, its vines and flowers slowing to rest. Apparently it was as exhausted by their fuck as Jess was. Happy she wasn't about to be taken for round two a shaken if satisfied Jess lay on the rocky ground trying to get her breath back. Once recovered with the early evening sun now low in the sky she pulled herself to her feet and grabbed her pack. Inside she pulled out a large spoon and promptly used it to scrape the pollen off her leg. She knew it was rather wrong but couldn't resist the taste of it. So slowly she either licked or scraped off every globule of pollen on her naked body, gobbling down the contents of the spoon each time it was full. Feeling disgusted with herself but able to feel the huge amount inside her she then stuffed the spoon into her pussy and managed to scrape out three large spoonfuls. With a line crossed she then gingerly slipped the spoon into her already sore arsehole and pulled out two more. Her pollen banquet was concluded after she pulled off her black leather boots and slowly licked off every yellow smear covering them. Once done she slid the boots back on, and feeling that her belly was rather full started to search for her clothes. Her panties and bra were too badly torn to be wearable but thankfully her denim skirt and white top were still in one piece. So underwear-less but dressed she picked up her pack. She briefly turned towards Lairg, thinking she should flee whatever monsters waited for her in the city. But with a smile quickly turned right back around towards the rocky outcrop. She wanted to find out all she could about the city and she couldn't deny the monsters intrigued her rather than scared her too. In part it was scientific curiosity but mostly it was much dirtier thoughts. After all one had just given her the greatest orgasm of her life. Some girls might think that was weird but she figured if it had bothered her that much she wouldn't have spent five minutes eating it's pollen out of her own pussy and arse. Maybe her preferences had changed from guys to things with more tentacles after all. Starting down the path she began to think that the discovery of the city was going to put an end to the sexually unadventurous but deeply frustrated Jess for good. Chapter 2 -- The Rival Leila watched as the naked Jess was finally thrown from the giant plant and sighed, realising the show was over. She'd watched the whole time from a hilltop overlooking the pathway while Jess had been grabbed and then fucked by the monster plant. From about halfway through the demonic sexuality had become too much for her and she was now kneeling on the ground, her skirt pulled up, panties tossed to one side, one hand on a tree to hold her up and the other buried up to her wrist in her pussy. Leila was quite the fan of being fisted, either by herself or a partner, ever since she'd got a bit carried away one evening as a teenager back in Russia and found she loved the experience. She'd long found she couldn't make herself cum without her whole hand in herself. The orgasm that she'd given herself on this occasion was now slipping away and so with a squelch she pulled her fist out. Standing up the beautiful blonde Russian brushed her black skirt back into place and did her best to straighten her tight green vest over her perky though smallish breasts. She hadn't meant to get so excited let alone masturbate when Jess had been first grabbed by the plant. At first she'd seen it as a chance to be once again get ahead of the British girl but the sight of her actually being fucked by such a creature had turned out to be a lot more arousing than she'd expected. Leila was in fact rather surprised by her reaction having prepared herself for facing such creatures she'd planned on fighting such things off not get turned on by them. Still it had only been a brief delay and it looked like Jess would take a while to recover so she would still easily beat her into the city which rather amused Leila. The Russian had been something of a rival to Jess for some years. The two were of similar age and Leila had studied the tales of the city for her own PhD. However unlike the academic authorities in the west in Russia they had been a lot more accepting of her left field theories and she soon made a successful and lucrative career for herself. Much of her work had been in other areas but she'd never forgotten the city and much like Jess had slowly become more and more obsessed with finding the allegedly mythical land. The pair had first meet a couple of years previously when Leila had begun searching for the city in earnest and soon heard about the maverick Brit who was shunned by mainstream academia. At first she pretended to show interest in Jess's work, enough to become friends with her. This allowed Leila to understand all the background and every unpublished snippet Jess had uncovered. Once she had all she needed she took a certain pleasure in tearing into the girl with the rest of the establishment and ensuring her own reputation was undamaged. Leila then used her own far greater resources to build on the stolen work and so was now far ahead of Jess in her understanding of the city. Cuthenburt, who was Jess's fixation, had only been the start for Leila and she had soon uncovered much about the city that Jess had never suspected. For start Leila knew the city originally dated much further back than Jess suspected, far further back than the Iron Age Picts to the very dawn of civilisation some 10,000 years before. The Picts had merely been it's last residents but like all who had lived there they had worshipped demonic gods who, from the writings Leila discovered, had an unlimited sexual appetite. At first Leila had considered this merely myth and allegory but she'd then discovered the scroll of the mad Frankish monk Geoffry Ammund hidden in a ruined church in Alsace. The scroll told of a denizen of the city that Ammund had captured and imprisoned beneath the very church the scroll had been found in. Leila had quickly gained permission to excavate the remote church, she had hoped to find more information leading to location of the city but instead had freed the tentacled horror that Ammund had warned about. She had been working at the site alone, late one night when she found the entrance to the crypt. Foolishly she open the stone slab herself and the demon was freed instantly. It's many slimy tentacles had engulfed Leila and as they attempted to tear her clothes off she'd realised all she had read about the city was true. Terrified of the creature and the rape she was about to suffer she had just about managed to slip out of the it's grip for the briefest moment. The demon had been weakened greatly by its thousand year imprisonment and she managed to rip the tentacles from her body and reach for a nearby pick axe. In a state of terror she'd slammed the tool into the creature's head and killed it. With its body at her feet Leila had been convinced she was about to turn all science on its head and become more famous than Einstein. However as the first rays of dawn hit the body, just hours before her team would return, it melted away. Every trace of it's existence was lost. From that moment she'd committed every waking hour to finding the city and bringing proof of it and the creatures that lived within to the world. Yet despite the much greater knowledge she'd acquired than Jess its location eluded her just as much, even stealing every iota of work that Jess had completed gave her no more information. Leila even paid to have Jess watched in case she made the discovery first, a decision that paid off when it revealed the English girl had planned a visit to the the archives of the British Museum. Leila had no trouble getting access to the archives ahead of Jess and soon had a copy of the map and the location of the city. Whilst tempted to remove the map and stop Jess seeing it, Leila had decided to leave it where it was. Despite their public rivalry and the fact Leila had been more than happy to use Jess, she did still have a slight affection for Jess, a kinship that they're both been on the same quest for so long, so she had thought it kind to let the girl have her own victory. After all Leila was confident Jess wouldn't get in her own way as she was sure the girl had no idea of the true horrors waiting in the city. The way she'd allowed herself to be grabbed and fucked by the very first demonic creature she'd come to only confirmed Leila's feeling that Jess was going to end up a snack or an imprisoned fuck toy for some monster or other. Leila was sure she would be the one to reveal the city to the world not the naïve Brit. Leila had certainly come prepared for whatever the city might contain. She'd put together a team of experts and they were equipped with all the tools and weapons they might need. She was desperate not to allow another one of the monster to surprise her, let alone take her. The idea totally disgusted and terrified her, the greatest fear of the whole expedition. The only complication to her plans was how excited she'd been seeing one of the creatures fucking Jess..... "Dr Romanov? Are you there? Did you see the English women?" The question drifted to her on the wind in a thick Russian accent. "Over her Dmitri!" She shouted back, hurriedly picking up her black panties before pulling them over her knee high boots and up her long legs. "Ah! Did you find her then?" He asked as he appeared through the thick undergrowth, dressed an olive fatigues with a old Kalashnikov rifle over his shoulder. Dmitri was the muscle on the expedition. Tall, rough and far from pretty to look at but highly skilled. He was ex-army and claimed to be ex-Spetsnaz though Leila knew every Russian soldier that looked for private work claimed that. His greatest asset was the fact he too had faced demonic creatures before. In his case whilst in the army at some isolated outpost in Siberia during the coldest winter on record. Some dark force had attacked the company stationed there. Dmitri was the only survivor. "Yes she is down below. Seems she'd fallen foul of the first creature she encountered. We should head off now whilst she is delayed." Leila said to the gruff soldier as she started to head back into the undergrowth towards the rest of her team. Dmitri dutifully followed and soon the pair reached a clearing in which stood two beautiful women. "Are we ready to go then?" The first said with a French twang to her English. She looked in her mid-twenties, pretty with long light brown hair and a curvy body. The girl wore light brown combat trousers that sat snugly around her shapely thighs and tight butt, and a cream vest that clung to her pert breasts. "Yes Marie I think so. Jess seems to be heading for the main entrance." Leila answered the Frenchwoman who was the team's botanist. Unlike Dmitri she knew little about the demons but was a world renowned expert on unusual and tropical plants. Leila wanted to be sure that whatever strange things they found growing were new to science. Marie had been sceptical about the tales of the city and hadn't stopped saying so since Leila recruited her. If she wasn't needed Leila would have dumped her arrogant, moaning French arse weeks before. Leila was even tempted to take her down to the plant Jess had just finished with to shut her arrogance up but she figured they didn't have time. Marie would find out soon enough. "Tres Bien. I'm am keen to see this city." Marie said in the usual smug tone. "Me too." The girl next to her said. She was just as pretty and curvy as Marie but rather different. Short where Marie was tall, dusky skin were Marie was pale, long dark black hair to Marie's fairer brown and best of all sweet, polite and kind. Sunanda, known to everyone as Sunny was half-Indian with an English mother and Indian father and she'd spent her life between two continents. She was also a top class zoologist who'd worked at half a dozen top universities. Leila had recruited her however due to her less well known interest in cryptozoology, she'd investigated and Leila had subsequently found out encountered strange beasts from the Yeti to the Loch Ness Monster, just the kind of person Leila needed on the team. For the expedition she wore a red patterned shirt which barely buttoned up over her large, firm breasts, a short black skirt similar to Leila's own and a pair of black rimmed glasses which seemed to amplify the beauty of her big, dark eyes perfectly. "We'll head to the entrance we found under the roundhouse a half mile back. Little Jess is heading for the main entrance as we thought and I want to get deeper into the city than her. That way should be perfect.". Leila explained. "Is the main entrance not closer?" Marie asked. "Yes but I don't want to let Jess know we're here, for now anyway. And there was a creature that way....it's best avoided." Leila said with a shiver of fear, or at least what she convinced herself was fear. "One of the creatures? I want to see!" Sunanda said eagerly as she started off in the direction Leila had just come from. "No!" Leila shouted as she grabbed Sunny's arm, holding her back, "It's not safe. We go in the side way.". With that it was decided and the group grabbed their packs and headed towards the last of the roundhouses. ************* Jess finally made it to the rocky hillock that marked the entrance to the city, the sweat and last bits of pollen drying on her skin in the afternoon sunlight. At first she began to get a little worried, there was no obvious entrance or in fact any sign to mark that the rocks hid an underground city. She was about to consult the map again, concerned she may have made a mistake when she noticed a small carving on one large rock. Looking closer she realised it was a classic 3rd Century BC representation of the Horned God, Cernunnos. Whilst mostly worshipped by Celtic tribes in southern Britain the Picts of Scotland had also been known to have included him in their pantheon, though Jess had never seen such a fine carving in Pictish settlements before. It was small, not even a foot high but very detailed showing Cernunnos as a tall, very well muscled man with two stag-like antlers coming from his head. With the feeling of being penetrated by the giant flowers still flesh in her mind Jess was particularly interested in the fact he'd been carved naked with a huge, and rather erect, cock. After studying the carving for some minutes, purely for academic reasons of course and not because of the growing wetness under her skirt Jess began to search around the area for more markers of the city. The carving sat on the entrance to small incline and Jess carefully stepped down from rock to rock until she noticed a thin and dark opening at the bottom of the slope. As she continued to descend she saw several other Pictish carvings high in the rocks above. Some were of Cernunnos again but others more geometric or symbolic, and all were highly detailed and exquisitely carved. As she neared the small opening she came across a small statue embedded into a rock alcove. The statue was of a beautiful, long hair women, totally naked. Surrounding her were carvings of four long, thick tentacles which reached up towards the women's parted legs, clearly thrusting towards her open pussy. Jess examined the statue for some time, as with the others it was skilfully carved but she couldn't deny this time the subject matter excited her more than its historical value. If it hadn't been for her encounter with the giant flower on the path she might have considered it just a mythological image as she had with the drawings on the map but now she wasn't so sure. She again briefly considered leaving the city and heading home. Yet the expression of pure pleasure on the statue's face was enough to convince her to continue on and find out exactly what the city had in store for her. The City Finally turning from the statue she continued down the last few rocks towards the opening where two other statues, one of a Pictish warrior and one of Cernunnos, sat in their own alcoves. After a brief examination of them, her eyes mostly drawn to Cernunnos thick cock she reached the dark hole. It was less than a foot across but several metres high and now she was close enough she could see that it led into a deep, dark cave. This was obviously the entrance to the city she'd spent her life searching for. Without a moment's pause she squeezed herself through and into the darkness. ************** Ensuring that no one could follow Dmitri carefully placed the large flagstone back over the entrance above them. Darkness briefly overwhelmed the group until Sunanda and Marie flicked on their powerful torches lighting the large but rather barren cave. The entrance, which according to Leila's sources lead to the heart of the city via a much quicker route than the cave entrance Jess had gone too, had been hidden in one of the roundhouses above. Under two millennia of dirt had been a single large, grey square stone. With Leila's knowledge and Dmitri's muscles it had only taken a few minutes to find and dig out. Lifting it has been even easier. After a couple of metres drop Leila had stepped inside the hidden city for the first time. She was excited and eager to explore as quickly as possible, the cave was just an entrance but the real treasures would be very nearby. As the others began to look around Leila's attention was drawn to two large friezes carved into one wall of the cave. It was the only sign, other than the entrance, that the cave wasn't entirely natural. The first was of the ancient horned god Cernunnos. Leila had expected this as it seems the god was much worshipped in the city, the more demonic denizen were claimed to have served the god directly. The other was more of a surprise and not something Leila had previously found reference to. It depicted a beautiful woman, she was clearly a person of power and dressed as a Celtic warrior queen. Leila had not been expecting a queen of the city to be venerated as highly as Cernunnos but it was clear from the positions of the friezes that the woman was thought of just as highly as the horned god. As Leila examined the carvings more closely she realised that the one of the queen was added much later, at a guess maybe as much as 500 years after the one of Cernunnos. Leila began to suspect the queen was perhaps a late ruler of the city that tried to elevate her personal position by equating herself with the god but it was hard to draw conclusions from such scant evidence. Hopefully the city would contain more clues. "The plants, they are all normal here." Marie said in her thick accented English, pulling Leila away from her inspection. "Of course, this is only the entrance. This carving is fascinating though, not at all what I expected." Leila said scowling at the French women. "I do not care about the rocks!" Marie shot back as she bent down to examine a large green creeper growing up one wall of the cave. Leila shook her head and began to search the rest of the cave. It was large, perhaps 55 metres square. Only a small amount of natural light came in from a handful of small holes in the high ceiling most of which were centred around the source of a small stream that ran down one wall and into a pool on one side of the cave. It was around that pool that the plants Marie was inspecting grew. But what really interested Leila was the single passageway that led off from the far side of the cave. It was dark but clearly the route into the city. Leila switched on her own torch and swung it at the tunnel entrance. As she did so a dozen shapes suddenly burst from the tunnel into the light. Sunny screamed. Leila dropped her torch and began fumbling around for the the automatic pistol on her belt. A burst of shots filled the cave with thunderous claps as Leila finally managed to yank the gun out of it's holster. Looking around she saw Dmitri had his rifle in hand, ready to shoot again. "Can you...see anything?" A clearly terrified Sunny cried. Marie sauntered across the cave and waved her torch down the tunnel. "Oui. Two dead rats. I'm impressed.". "Better than two alive rats I think." Dmitri snapped back as he lowered his rifle. "Okay. Let's get moving. Marie, Dmitri you stay here and set-up base camp. I want somewhere safe with all our supplies to come back to. Sunny you can come with me -- I want to see how much of the city we can find nearby." Leila ordered hoping to end any argument before it started. "Fine." Marie said in a voice that made it quite clear it wasn't. Dmitri simply nodded and started unloading the first of their packs. "Do I need to bring anything?" Sunny asked, seemingly still a little shaken by the rats and the shooting. "Just a flash light. Leave your pack and gear here, we'll only be a few hours at most. And I have a gun if there's any trouble." With that Leila, with Sunny close behind her, started off down the tunnel. At first their torches just revealed more natural rock walls but after fifty or so metres they started seeing more signs of artificial construction. At first just the odd carved portion where bumps in the walls or floors had been flattened but then it was embedded stone slabs on the floor making a paved pathway and then heavily corroded metal on the walls which must once have been torch brackets. Finally the tunnel opened up into a what was clearly a carved room. It's was bare with just large slabbed stone walls and nothing else but nonetheless it was the start of the city proper. "We're here!" Leila exclaimed in triumph. "Look! It's light too!" Sunny cried turning off her torch. Leila did the same and realised she was right. The roof of the room, apparently made of the same thick stone slabs as the walls, seemed to give off a natural light, duller than the sun but more than enough to see by. Both girl's packed their torches back into holders on the side of the belts around their skirts. "Do you know what this room was?" Sunny asked. "Not exactly, if the map was correct we've entered what you might consider the military part of the city. It seems the barracks and even industrial areas were on this side. Jess has entered on the more domestic quarter but this route should take us to the central palace much quicker." Leila explained, "Come on let's see what we can find." Following the only exit on the far side of the room the pair soon found themselves in maze of similar rooms and side passages. Each seemed much the same as the first with bare stone walls and the strange light eliminating from the ceilings. The odd room contained decayed wreckage that may once have been furnishings and they saw several statues and carvings Cernunnos or the Celtic queen along with other plainer, geometric designs. The only living things appeared to be some mosses and a few insects. Sunny quickly grew despondent. "I thought you said they would be strange new creatures to study?" She asked. "There will be!" Leila crossly answered. She knew what the city contained and was not keen to discover them. However Sunny soon got her wish as the pair entered a large room at the end of the one long passage. It was much like the others in design yet at one end a wet area had been formed by the slow seepage of water from the ceiling above. It was just the kind of place moss and fungi would be expected to form but here in the city the area was covered in a thin sheen of thick green slime in the centre of which sat three green pods. Each pod was about three foot high, egg shaped and apparently made of sticky, green, fleshy substance. "Oh my god! Look at those!" Sunny squealed in delight as she ran toward them, "They're are amazing!". "Be careful! Stand back!" Leila shouted reaching for her gun. But it was too late Sunny was already kneeling down beside them placing her hands with a squelch on the top of one of the the pods, the thick layer of slime squishing between her fingers. "Don't worry, they're dormant." She said as Leila paced towards her, pistol at the ready. "You sure?" "Yes, of course. I've never seen anything quite this big but they're similar to some kinds of amphibian spawn. Nothing will hatch out of these for a long time yet." Sunny explained, waving Leila away as the Russian continued to point her gun at the pods. "Okay. But let's keep moving anyway, lots of the city to see yet and I don't trust these things. Dormant or not." "You go. I've had enough of old buildings. I want to examine the pods. It's perfectly safe." "I'm not sure..." Leila said nervously, slowly lowering her gun. "Go!" Sunny demanded as she started running her hands gently over the pod. "Fine. I'll be back soon and call if you need help." Leila then turned and headed out the back doorway into another dark tunnel. ************* Sunanda watched Leila walk out of the room, her eyes fixed on the Russian's cute butt which was barely covered by her short skirt. It really was a great bum Sunny thought as it finally vanished into the dark tunnel. And attached to a very sexy body too. Sunny sighed at her own foolishness. She might have had a crush on Leila from the moment they'd met but it was very clear the girl was simply not into other women. Not for the first time Sunny wished everyone was bisexual just like her. Still even if the trip wasn't going to give her a chance to fuck the gorgeous blonde she could at least do some interesting work and the pods in front of her would be an excellent start. So she turned her attention back to the one under her hands. It felt very warm to her, hot even. The slime coating them seemed naturally cold, she sure of that as the small puddle she was now sitting in was no warmer than the air temperature but the pod's flesh was a lot warmer and seemed to heat the slime around it too. She pressed down with her hands against the pod, it's was tough and she could only press inwards a little but she could feel something inside the pod. Something living no doubt, probably surrounded by more of the slime and either growing or perhaps, Sunny thought, hibernating. It was as that idea crossed her mind that she felt the insides of the pod shift, only for a moment but it definitely moved. She wasn't as paranoid about whatever was inside as Leila was, she had faced enough alleged monsters in career after all. But she was still not keen to face whatever it was just yet so she gently removed her hands for the pod. As she lifted them much of the thick, green slime slid off her skin, but her fingers were still coated in the stuff. She desperately wanted to run some detailed analysis on the substance but lacking a full laboratory she fell back on an old field science trick and licked a tiny amount from one finger. Much to her surprise it tasted great, a sweet mix of zesty fruit and a thick cream. Not wanting to waste a drop she started sucking on her finger, licking off every ounce of the slime. Once clean she switched to next finger and then the next. She'd started on the fourth when suddenly a large tearing sound filled the room. Or rather three large tearing sounds. Pulling the finger out of her mouth she looked down to see all three pods had ripped open. Fascinated she leant forward and look inside the pod in front of her. For a moment all she could see was the green slime filling the pod and then a green tentacle shot it's way out of the pod. It wrapped itself around the back of her head. Sunny screamed and reached up to try to pull the tentacle off her but before she could a dozen more tentacles had shot out of the pod. Some grabbed onto her head too whilst others wrapped around her arms, chest or shoulders. She screamed again now almost unable to move. A third cry of terror filled the room as the tentacled thing in the pod used her weight to pull itself out, slime flowing off it's form as it did so. It's body was perhaps a foot across, dark green, broadly spherical and with only two features anywhere on it's form. The first was a round, gaping mouth-like opening towards the top of the body and the second was a long, stiff protuberance spearing out the bottom. Even in the brief view Sunny got of the monster, that was clearly its penis and it was obviously very pleased to see her. Sunny only got a quick view of the creature though - as soon as it was free of the pod it used the strong tentacles to pull itself onto her. Her scream was silenced as it's slimy mouth attached itself to her own. The demon creature started kissing her, it's lips caressing hers and then a thick, sticky tongue pushing its way into her mouth. She gagged as it flapped about in her mouth and then pushed its way down into her throat. Meanwhile she could feel the thing's cock press down the front of her shirt to sit rubbing between her breasts. It was too foul and with a sudden surge of strength she managed to free her arms from the thing's grip and then yank it's body from her face. As she threw it off into the corner of the room but as it's tentacles had managed to remain grasped onto her shirt and bra it tore them off as it flew away onto the floor. Sunny promptly covered her large, naked breasts with her hands, immediately feeling the way much the top of her body had been smeared in the pod's slime. But that was the least of her worries as she saw two more of the creatures pull themselves out of the other two pods. "No, no no, no! Get away from me!" She cried as she tried to stand up. But she was far too slow. With incredible speed the two demons leapt onto her, wrapping themselves around her legs and stomach. Tentacles grasped firmly onto her skin and clothes, constraining her, holding her tight. Sunny tried desperately to rip the creatures off her body but as she did the original one jumped back onto her naked chest. It's weight knocking her back onto the stone floor. The blob quickly wrapped half it's tentacles around her so she was effectively pinned to the ground. The other half began flapping around, rubbing over her naked chest, down around her legs or up trying to grasp at her head. Sunny tried to knock the tentacles away, to push the creature off her chest but she was now coated in slime as were the creatures and she just couldn't get a firm hold. The one of her chest wasted no more time and using two tentacles to push them together wrapped its thick cock with her breasts. It then began sliding up and down between her large mounds. "Noooo!" Sunny screamed, still desperately trying to free herself but with no more success. The feeling of the monster cock sliding between her slime slick breast was too much, she needed to get away -- she began crying hysterically in panic. The two creatures around her legs then began to get to work too. First, despite her ongoing struggles, their tentacles easily pulled off her skirt and panties, so she was totally her naked except for her boots. Then with her still screaming futilely they moved their round bodies about so one sat atop her stomach and the other between her thighs. In unison they then drove their cocks into her pussy and arse. "Urrghhhhhhh!" Sunny screamed. But it was no longer in fear and panic. She didn't want it to be true but being violated in both holes at the same time was the most amazing thing she'd ever felt. The feeling got even better as they began to pump in and out of her. She immediately stopped struggling and lay back, letting the weird creatures abuse her body. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She cried as the doubly thrusting monsters pounded in and out of both her holes. Then the demon blob on her chest shifted and as she knew exactly what it wanted she opened her mouth, her tongue sticking out enticingly. The monster immediately jumped up and stuffed it's cock down Sunny's throat as its tentacles wrapped tightly around her head. Still unable to really move Sunny just lay there, letting the pleasure grow and grow as the three blobs humped away at her holes. She had no idea why Leila was worried about by raped by the demons, it was incredible. She never wanted the assault to end, she wanted the monsters to fuck her until the end of time. Slowly Sunny started to feel a mighty orgasm build and she knew it was going to be huge. The creatures wrapped several tentacles around her breasts, squeezing hard and tugging at nipples. Several more slipped inside her already full cunt and anus joining the cocks buried in her and increasing her pleasure even more. The three creatures seemed to be working in unison, their appendages programmed to pleasure her more and more. With thrust after thrust of their cocks Sunny was penetrated endlessly. Tentacles writhed about in her whilst others tormented her breasts. The best was the cock in her mouth, it tasted of the sweet slime and she joyously sucked and licked it. The creatures just kept going, not slowing down until finally Sunny hit her peak and her body exploded in orgasm. She lost all touch with reality, just wanted the ecstasy to continue forever, crying in pleasure around the demon dick in her mouth. The blobs sensing her cumming let themselves finally cum too. The first of the torrent hit Sunny's anus, cunt and throat at the same time, causing her cum even harder. Quickly a second, third, fourth spurt came very quickly after, each larger than the last. She felt her insides filling, she felt she might choke, it was just too much. Then as they spurted as fifth time they pulled their cocks out of her body and the jism squirted all over her body. But they were not done. Pint after pint flooded out of the blobs, utterly coating Sunny head to toe, every inch of her flesh dripping in white monster cum, her black hair was plastered to her head, her mouth wide open to catch as much of the flying cum as she could. Finally spent the creatures managed to slide away from her body where they collapsed, their bodies saggy and deflated. After a moment they stopped moving entirely, apparently dead. Sunny had drained every drop of cum from them and their purpose was over. Sunny meanwhile just lay back on the cum soaked ground, the last of her orgasm subsiding, two fingers gently rubbing her pussy and two more slowly scoping jism into her waiting mouth. ************* Leila found the naked, panting Sunny a few minutes later, still curled up on the ground. She'd heard her screams and come running, fearing what might be happening but being deeper into the city than she realised it had taken some time to find her way back to the girl. As Leila looked over her jism coated body it was clear that she'd been too late. She sighed in disappointment, it wasn't that it was unexpected just Sunanda had been the only one on the team Leila had any affection for, she'd hoped it would be Marie that got abused not the sweet Indian. The term abused almost seemed too slight for what had happened to Sunny though, she was utterly covered in demonic cum. The smell of it was almost overpowering, the room stank of it, and it filled Leila's head. Unsure what to do she just stared as streams of demon cum ran down the girls back and down into her arse crack. For the briefest moment Leila had the desire to stick her tongue between Sunny's pert arse cheeks and taste the jism, to lick every drop from her perfect, naked body. But she shook her head, vanishing the thought from her mind. She then bent down to her companion, placing a hand on her cum sodden shoulder, shaking her out of her almost unconscious state. "Sunny? Are you okay?" Leila asked. "Leila....." Sunny groaned as she pulled herself up to a sitting position and turned to face her. Yet more streams of cumming running down her face, her tongue licking what she could as it ran passed her lips. The City of Lights My girlfriend of a good 18 months had left me just before graduation, complaining about my lack of direction, she was always much more driven than I was, and the sort of person who sets goals for themselves and then goes out and achieves them, she was probably working on a master's or post-grad or something. I could never really be bothered with anything of the sort, but things seemed to work out for me anyway. So there I was, a young English literature graduate living in Paris, one of the most romantic cities in the world, but feeling that I would never find true love, mainly because I wasn't looking. I had been living in the apartment for a couple of days when I first noticed the very attractive woman across the hallway. She looked to be about in her mid-thirties, early-forties at a stretch and had the sort toned figure that most women would kill for, as well a gorgeous arse that a could not help but notice as I stood next to her in the elevator. In fact, I was staring at it so openly that she must have noticed that I was doing so. Myself, I have a fuller figure, a size 12, that I'm happy with and I've received the occasional comment about my body, my arse in particular. I couple of days later I was standing in my bedroom, slipping on a light summer dress and nothing else except sandals, as I was about to go for a walk, as it was the height of summer and it truly was sweltering, as I heard a knock on the door. It took me completely by surprise, as I wasn't expecting anyone to come a-knocking, particularly someone I had not buzzed in. I made my way over to the door, hoping into some shoes as I crossed the living room, and peeked through the peep-hole and there she was, the beauty from across the hall, looking as gorgeous as before. I swung the door open and smiled hello. "Hi there," She said in a remarkably sexy voice, "I'm sorry we haven't had time to talk yet, I'm Josephine, and welcome to the building." Fortunately, having grown up in France, I was fluent in the tongue; otherwise I probably would not have understood a word of that. "I'm Clea, it's a pleasure to meet you," I don't know what it was, but I was getting a definite vibe from this woman and I was starting to think she was into me too. Of course, it may have been my increasing desperation to get laid, but still... "Likewise, I was hoping you would join me for lunch, I was just going to knock together a salad." She said, gesturing over her shoulder. Her voice was enchanting, kind of deep, yet still beautifully feminine. I could have listened to her talk all day, but it seemed she was expecting and answer. "I'd love to" I said, smiling. With that she turned and I followed her into her apartment, I was unsurprised to she it was larger than mine. After all, my father had only used the place to stay when her was called to Paris for business, which was rare, so he didn't need that big a place, or any place at all really, it was just more convenient than a hotel, he said. I think my mother was glad I was living in the place now; it meant she didn't have to think he was keeping a mistress there. She shut the door and locked it behind her, something I only half noticed at the time, before making her way to the kitchen, or rather work surface that divided the main room in half. She gestured for me to take a seat in the lounge area and I did so. "Would you like a drink?" She asked. I realised how thirsty I was and nodded and emphatic yes. "What would you like?" She opened up the fridge and I stood to look inside. I saw a can of coke and asked for it, and as she bent down to pick it out I saw she had on no underwear beneath her skin tight jeans. She stood, turned and caught me staring at her. She smiled again and handed me the can. I sat again and started drinking. We began talking, mainly about me, her asking me questions such as what I did for a living and the like, establishing that I was Jean's daughter, whom she had a nodding acquaintance with. Then she told me a little about herself, her lifestyle, she was a 37 year old divorcee, now an open lesbian, and as I soon leant, a very intelligent, funny person. She told me something I can't remember now that made me laugh so hard I spilt coke down my dress. As I stood in the kitchen, using kitchen towel to dry the small wet patch on the dress and soak up what dripped between my breasts all of a sudden I felt her wrap her arm around my waist and kiss the back of my neck. I was shocked, certainly, but it was an enjoyable experience, her lips and tongue darting across the back of my neck and shoulders. I don't know what made me resist her as I did, perhaps I just felt like being coquettish, but I slipped away from her, as she brushed one of the dress straps off my shoulder. I caught the dress with one hand and turned to face her, half smiling as she had a wild look in her eyes. I stepped back and pressed against the counter as she came towards me and began kissing me again, on the front of my neck, my lips and cheeks now. I tried to push her away, but she was surprisingly strong, and took hold of both my wrists, keeping me pinned against the counter. I felt the dress slipping down as she took both my wrists in one hand behind my back and brushed the other strap off my shoulder. She released my wrists and stepped back, catching a glimpse of my breasts before I caught the dress as it slipped off me. I started making my way to the door and managed to get one strap back on, preserving my modesty for now, before she spun me around and kissed me hard on the lips. I was hopeless to resist. She caressed my breast with one hand while the other slid down my body and she began to pull my dress up, I tried to stop her, but it was useless and the thing was soon up around my waist, exposing my white cotton panties, getting gradually wetter with my extreme arousal. She let out a small giggle as she slipped a hand between my legs and felt the wetness; I let out a sigh of pleasure. She knelt before me now, and began to pull my panties down. I realised my hands were free and grabbed them to stop her. Between the two of us pulling at them, the garment was soon torn. She took them and cast them aside, stood again and began lapping and my face and neck, working a hand between my legs to the warm wetness there. I gave myself over to be pleasured by her in that moment, spreading my legs as she slipped a finger, then two into my eager pussy. I let the dress slip down and groaned with pleasure as she sucked and nibbled my rock hard nipples. After only a few minutes subject to her ministrations I felt my orgasm building within me and started to moan and egg her on, begging her to make me come. I wrapped my arms around her and felt her heat against me. I felt sweat running down my forehead, neck and back and a single tear run down my cheek as a came to a screaming orgasm. I pressed my head into her shoulder, breathing heavily for a moment, and saw she was sweating as much as I was. I took her hand by wrist and licked her fingers clean before kissing her. I then looked her directly in the eyes and began to undress her. First her top, then those skin tight jeans. She was soon naked and I wriggled out of the dress so I could be so too. I knelt before her and kissed her pubic mound, and then her legs, her thighs, down to her feet, before working my way back up again, coating her silky smooth legs with my kisses. She lied down on the tiled floor and spread her legs in front of me. I gazed over her tight, sweat coated body, her firm breasts, her trimmed pubes and her inviting, moist pinkness. I dove in, lapping at her clit with my tongue, slipping two fingers into her warm cunt, another into her arse. She writhed in pleasure, moaned my name as I fucked her with my fingers and teased her clit with my tongue. It was a great experience, knowing I was pleasuring her so much. She soon came, juices flooding out of her, coating my face. I gleefully licked her clean as she continued to moan. "Oh, Clea" She half whispered between deep, panting breaths. I moved up to kiss her and she licked my face clean before I lay beside her, naked, on the cold floor, breathing heavily. "Oh, Clea," She said again, her breathing more normal now. "That was fantastic, it really was." She took my hand in hers and kissed it. The City Of Love This was written for someone - I care not if you like it ! It was the second time he was going to Paris but this trip promised to be much more interesting. He had been chatting with her on and off for a year or more when a comment bout how she needed to get laid to cheer here up seemed to create an opening. He ha admired her for ages, her beauty, intelligence and he also felt slightly protective of her, as she always seemed sad. Maybe it was one of his faults but he hated to see people sad. He had packed a variety of things in his bag, some naughty and some nice, as he still wasn't really sure what she would be like in person. He slowly locked the door behind him and set off to the airport, arriving quickly and checking in he left his luggage and went to the bar, getting a quick drink in before the flight to calm his nerves. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror he wondered what she would think of him when she saw him. Not in the best physical shape, 5ft11, green eyes and hair that would never do what it was told. He smiled; at least he had been told he had a nice smile. If the worst came to the worst e could always just enjoy a few days wandering round Paris. He boarded the plane and set off for the "city of romance", looking down at the clouds as he soared higher. The flight was short and uneventful much to his relief. He collected his baggage and flagged a taxi to take him to his hotel near where she lived. It was a clean and pleasant hotel that didn't mind what time you got in at night, which suited him perfectly. He was meeting her tonight at a restaurant she had selected. He quickly made his way to the shower and washed the sweat of the journey off, refreshing himself, shaving and trimming his beard and trying to make himself worthy of her. Heading back into his room he picked a simple black shirt and jeans with his shoes, casual but smart, he looked at his case and realised that he had done it again and brought nearly all black clothes, something he needed to work on. He flipped the case shut and picked up his phone texting her to check she still wanted to do this. E received a reply quickly saying yes and that she was looking forward to it. He felt the butterflies in his stomach doing somersaults as he grabbed his jacket and made his way downstairs, the restaurant was not far away it was a cool autumn evening and a nice walk down to there. Rounding the corner he saw the restaurant and walking in spotted her at the table looking round. He smiled and waved as he walked over to her, trying not to trip over his own feet or something equally foolish. She stood up and greeted him with a hug, which he returned, enjoying the momentary warmth of her body against his; she looked even more beautiful in person. Her slim body wearing a sleek black dress, almost evening wear. "Hello Vie, its nice to meet you in person finally." He smiled at her ad brought her hand to his lips kissing the knuckles just gently. "And it's nice to meet you as well Nik." She smiled and he felt the butterflies in his stomach again. He didn't want to get this wrong; her accent was delicious and sent a tingle of anticipation down his spine. "Well I don't know about you but I am starving, would you like to order?" Nik sat down on his chair, opposite but close to her. She quietly passed him a menu and he briefly looked through it before ordering one of the specials, Vie then ordered the same and the waiter left. They slowly started talking, hesitantly at first but then more animated as they discussed everything from the weather, to films, to language, music and art. Nik flagged down a passing waiter and ordered some wine for them to share, checking that it was one she liked before he ordered it. As it arrived and was poured he lifted his glass to her in a toast; "To the most beautiful lady in Paris!" Sipping his drink he watched her slowly smile, loving the way it made her face light up. Watching her slowly drink, as the food arrived. The next few minute were a comfortable silence as they both ate, punctuated by the occasional comment about the food as they ate, he watched her, noting the curve of her cheeks as well as her other attributes, smiling at her. They finished their meal and decided to share a dessert, picking something with chocolate and ice cream, having fun as it came, sharing it. "Well Vie, that was fantastic and the best company I have had in a long time, so what would you like to do now?" "We could go somewhere for a drink or we could go for a walk in a park?" "The walk sounds nice..." Nik walked over and picked up his coat and collected her coat holding it out for her to put it on. They walked out into the night and wandered round to a nearby park, walking in the last rays of the setting sun just as night began to take its hold, the darkness spreading as they strolled under the trees talking quietly. Discussing their past lives, what they had done, things that had made them happy and the things that had made them sad. Nik paused under a large leafy tree, its leave just beginning to turn a rich shade of gold and took her hand. "I am really glad to meet you Vie, and I don't know what you think of me except that you liked my stories, I am not sure how the real me compares to what you imagined but I think you are amazing." The wine making him slightly braver he slowly wrapped his arms around her body, his hands sliding down to the small of her back as he pulled her gently towards him, tilting his head down, lips level with hers as she slowly tilted her head back, lips slightly parted as they met, kissing gently to begin with then stronger with more passion as his grip around her tightened pulling her close, feeling her warmth. Finally they broke the kiss and his eyes twinkled with mirth; "You are a fantastic kisser Vie." He smiled at her again then felt her shivering. "Vie you're cold." He noticed how cold it was getting outside now the last of the sun had gone in. "We should go inside somewhere it will be warmer, would you like to go for a drink somewhere or something?" She looked shyly up at him, "how about we go back to my flat for a drink?" He felt himself hardening at the look in her eyes and as his own imagination took hold and ran away with him. He took her hand and walked back out of the park towards the road, looking for a taxi to flag down. He finally got one about 10 minutes later and they sat in the backseats together as she gave the driver the address. He could still feel her shivering so wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her gently to try and warm her, holding her to him as he let his body warm hers. The journey was not long and they arrived at her flat and slowly made their way to her front door. She looked back shyly at him then opened the door and let them both in. She walked down the entrance hall and pointed out the different rooms, the kitchen, lounge and bedrooms, a slight quaver in her voice as she pointed out her own. He followed her round looking at all the rooms in curiosity, staring into them and admiring the layout. Finally she turned to him and smiled; "Would you like to make yourself comfortable in the lounge whilst I get us a drink?" Nik smiled softly back to her, "Of course..." He took his coat off and hung it up making his way back to the lounge and sitting on the large sofa. He slowly relaxed down onto the seat listening to her move around the flat picking up glasses and opening a bottle of wine. Carrying them carefully she walked back into the room and set them down on the coffee table, pouring them each a glass she passed it over to him. "To first meetings..." her face a picture of mischievousness as they both sipped their wine. "Very nice" complimented Nik, "Thank you, I was saving it specially..." Vie looked at him then slowly sat down on the sofa next to him. "I wasn't referring to the wine..." Nik placed his glass down on the coffee table and carefully took her glass placing it next to his. He reached out and gently tilted her face towards him, moving forward to softly kiss her parted lips. His kiss slow and soft to begin with then more passionate, tongue flickering between their lips to lick as they kissed. His hands slowly slid round her and pulled her gently to him, into his warm embrace, as they tasted each other again. His fingers began a slow dance, sliding up and down her back, gently caressing her as they lips finally parted, Vie's breath coming quickly as she pressed her body to him. His hands slid down her sides to the hem of her dress and slowly caressed her bare thighs, his hands rubbing and softly sliding over them, as he began to gently slide his hands up her legs, sliding the dress with them. Slowly her black lace panties came into view, her head tilted back as she lay completely relaxed against the sofa, soft moans coming from her lips as he hesitantly hooked his fingers into her panties. Bracing her feet against the floor she lifted her ass, her eyes still closed as he gently pulled them down her legs, settling her ass back down and kicking them off to the floor. She slowly parted her legs, lifting her head and looking at him as his soft tender hands caressed her burning flesh. His fingertips gently pressing into her as he slowly peeled her open, rubbing the tip of one finger over her button making her gasp as his soft fingers played with her most sensitive areas. Parting her sweet lips carefully he dipped one finger into her, tracing it about and gently playing with her clit as he slid off the sofa. He knelt on the floor in front of her, his hands sliding under her ass as he slid her down the sofa and closer to the edge, knees bent as she let her head flop back against the back of the sofa again. He started with her knees kissing them gently, whispers of a kiss; his breath warm against her already fevered skin as he slowly began kissing up the insides of her thighs. His lips soft and warm, pressing on more the higher he kissed parting her legs further till finally, slowly as she almost begged for it he gently kissed her soft pussy. His breath hot as he ran his tongue between her wet lips, tasting her sweetness for the first and hopefully not the last time, flicking her hard little clit with the tip of his tongue as her hips bucked up to reach his mouth, a low cry escaping her lips as she surrendered to his mouth. Probing her with his tongue he felt her body quicken, her breathing speed up as the promise of an evening of passion began to take its toll. Her fingers were digging into the sofa cushions as he continued his unrelenting attack on he soft wet slit, tongue flicking in and out, his fingers slowly teasing her skin, sucking, licking, flicking and tasting, never letting up, her body shivering under the continued assault of his mouth and hands till finally she could withstand it no longer, with a loud cry she exploded into his mouth, her juices filing his mouth with a sweet taste as he drank her down, her climax wracking her body as she collapsed trembling back onto the sofa, her tense body a limp rag in the aftermath of her pleasure. Nik slowly sat back and licked the taste of her from his mouth and beard, kissing her knees and legs where he could as her breathing slowly returned to normal. He leant forwards and grasp the hem of her dress slowly pulling it up over her unresisting body and head, lying it over the back of the chair, he lifted her in his arms. Her eyes filled with the lustful satisfaction of a shattering orgasm. He carried her through to her bedroom, laying her gently in the centre of the bed, reaching behind her to gently undo her bra strap, lifting it away to reveal her amazing breasts. Unable to resist he leant down and fastened his lips around one, enveloping it in his hot mouth, his tongue swirling round it then flicking the tip of her pert nipple with his tongue before kissing his way over her chest to suck, flick and play with her other breast, enjoying the soft gasps elicited from her as she slowly began to feel her arousal rising again. He let them fall away as he stepped back and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, a noise of protest came from the vision on the bed as she slowly sat up and reached out for him, drawing him closer and slowly reaching to unbutton his shirt herself, her fingers nimble and quick as she undid them then reached up to slide it off his shoulders smiling as he broad chest was revealed, leaning forward to kiss his nipples making him shiver as her hands slid lower to undo his belt, unbuckling it then the buttons and zip on his jeans. He kicked his shoes off as she slid his pants down revealing a hard shaft covered only by the thin material of his briefs. She reached out and gently traced the outline of the bulge with her finger nails, making him gasp, his legs shaking as she slowly freed his hard cock, sliding his briefs down to the floor. H reached out and slowly caressed the side of her face as he flicked his socks off moving to kneel on the bed next to her, pulling her to him, pressing her tight body against his... He slowly moved to kneel and kissed up and down her body gently, his shaft swaying in front of her as she rolled onto one elbow capturing his shaft into her mouth. He cried out and lent forward thrusting himself deeper into her mouth. He carefully sat back on the bed, legs spread as she knelt on the quilt in front of him, lips wrapped around his shaft as she slowly sucked on him, her tongue sliding up and down the underside. His hands slowly caressed her soft skin as she took him deeper down to the base, holding there for precious seconds before sliding back up. His groans louder now as he reached forward to pull her off his shaft. Kneeling up, his thick hard shaft pulsing and throbbing as he rolled her over, lying her on her back as he moved to kneel between her legs, he moved forward, rubbing his shaft up and down her soaked slit. Pressing the head against her clit, rubbing it in and out of her wet hole, teasing her before he lent forward, bracing himself above her as he slowly began to push his way into her, his eyes never leaving her face as he entered her, watching her eyes close slightly as she bit her lip feeling him slide deep inside her. His breathing slow and deep as he felt her tightness close around him, the velvet warmth of her surrounding his rod as he slid I deeper into her, finally stopping when he was fully inside her, leaning down he kissed her soft parted lips then lifting his hips pulled himself out then drove himself into her. He felt her surround him once again then drew out only to slide back into her again and again, thrusting himself into her over and over, small gasps and moans escaping her lips as he thrust himself as deep into her as he could. His hard shaft coated in her sweet juices as he forced himself into her tight slit over and over, grunting occasionally as he thrust a bit harder. Her fingers digging into the sheets under her as her body responded to the thrusts, her eyes staring up at him almost begging as he hammered himself into her. Her breasts jerked with every thrust, his breath warm against them as he occasionally caught them in his teeth, that little edge of pain adding to the sensations overwhelming her body as she exploded into convulsions again, crying out loudly as she climaxed, her juices flowing over his cock as he slowed his thrusts, drawing out of her... He had a special place he wanted his first load to go. He leant down and kissed her gently waiting till she recovered again, his shaft kept hard by the lewd sight in front of him. He leant forward and asked her a soft question; she reached out to a drawer beside her bed and bought out a small tube. He rolled her over and helped her up onto all fours. He moved quickly behind her, unscrewing the tube and squirting a small amount onto his finger as her gently massaged some into her tiny puckered ass hole... using the rest on his hard shaft, making sure there was at least s bit of lube. He moved forward and positioned his shaft at her ass, reaching forward to grip her hips as he pulled her back onto his cock. Pressing the head against her as she tried to relax, his hard cock forcing its way into her ass, making her gasp at the intrusion. His fingers digging in as he kept the pressure on, slowly forcing his way into her ass, stretching her open as he embedded himself into her. Grunting with ever inch that he forced into her. Unshed tears in her eyes as he filled her ass, taking her, giving her that pain that she enjoyed... He leant forward and whispered in her ear, telling her to play with herself, to make herself cum, as he would not last this long in her ass, it was so incredibly tight. He had about 3 inches into her now as she braced herself on one arm and reached back to finger herself, the tips of her fingers touching her clit expertly arousing herself even as she felt the tightness of her ass, stretched by the cock sliding deeper and deeper into her. Finally Nik felt himself at the point of no return, he started to pull out and then slam back in, taking her ass hard, thrusting himself in and out of her, filling her hard and fast making her cry out, burying her face into the pillows, her hand busy as he took her, making her his as he thrust into her again and again. Moaning with each thrust, waiting, holding on, determined not to cum till she did again... Her moans were getting louder, he thrust himself into her as hard as he could, watching her stretched ass as he slammed into her, his balls slapping against her, he slapped her ass, hearing her scream as she came again, her fingers bringing her with pain and pleasure to an overwhelming orgasm, her body tensing and relaxing uncontrollably as Nik buried himself in her ass and finally exploded. His hot cum blasting out, filling her with stream after stream of hot cum, his cock boiling as he sent his full load deep inside her. Gasping and crying out as they blasted deep, collapsing onto her back as they both fell forward onto the bed, still impaling her as they lay together, his arms sliding round her to hold her to him as he shrank and slowly slid out of her. His breathing slowly returning to normal as he gently whispered in her ear: "Vie, you are amazing and I am so glad to have met you." All he got in return was contented moans, a good way to start his trip to Paris. Up From The Morgue One He was in pain. I could see it very clearly. In his eyes and his breathing and the way his body shook while the muscles and tendons all stretched almost to their breaking point. The sweat beading on his forehead and the way his teeth were bared as he struggled with all of his might against the pain wracking his body. The big man was no stranger to pain. A close inspection of his body would show many many scars from trauma he had suffered in his life. The scars which didn't show ran even deeper. Things he had done and seen and experienced in the past left their indelible mark on his mind and his heart and even his soul. He was in pain. I could see it very clearly. I hated it. I wanted nothing more than to ease him and make him feel better. If it were in my power I would take him miles and miles and miles away from the pain and the heartbreak and the sadness and never let them touch him ever again. That was my job, after all. To take away the pain. I'd spend many long sleepless nights for years studying hard so I could learn to ease the pain from others. Becoming the best at my chosen profession. Then there was him. I spent so much of my time trying to ease his pain. In any way I could. It was a long slow process, tiptoeing my way inside his defenses. Learning where he hurt and touching each place. Cushioning and comforting. Laving each injury with a soothing balm then moving on. Making him happy at piece at a time. I did my best. He was in pain. I could see it very clearly. There was nothing I could do about it. Not until he was done. "Push, Alex. One more. Push." An inarticulate growl leaked from between his clenched teeth. I could hear his joints creaking under the strain. My hands went further down beneath the load he struggled against, steadying but not lifting. I couldn't help him. His mind and his pride wouldn't allow it, no matter how much it hurt him. His torso was tight. Solid as a rock under the strain. I could see every single muscle between his waist and his head as they stood out in stark relief. The cords under the skin of his chest flexed once more as he let out a guttural growl and pressed further. With a metallic clank, the bar set down in the metal rack of the weight bench and Alex relaxed, his arms falling limply to his sides as he panted in relief. "Jesus, Andrew...." He gasped. "I think you are really trying to kill me." Stepping back around the bench where he lay inclined under the bar, I straddled his wide hips and settled down in his lap. My palms soothed his sweaty chest as I shook my head. "Far from it, lover." I chuckled. "I am wanting to keep you alive forever. Alive and healthy and in my life and my arms and my bed." He shook his head in mock disbelief and closed his eyes. Good god, the man was beautiful. I know everybody didn't see Alex Cable the way I did. Sure, he was a decade older than I was. In my eyes it just made him more beautiful. Alex had lived and learned and seen so many things in his life. The difference in our ages just made him seem wise to me. Experienced. I'd always dreamed of a wiser older man who would love me. Teach me. Learn from me in turn and lead me into the rest of my life. Someone strong to protect me when I needed it and soft enough to lay my head against in comfort. Alex was all of those things to me. One fingertip traced an old scar across his ribs. That one he had gotten while still on foot patrol with the City police force. Thirty five stitches after a scuffle with a junkie holding a knife. I knew it well. Along with the bullet in his shoulder and the wounds in his back and hip and knees. By god the man had steel in him. And not just the surgically implanted kind, either. My palm could feel his heart hammering around inside his ribs, slowing gradually as he relaxed from our workout. That big warm heart of his was one of my greatest treasures. Well, his heart and the other thing I happened to be sitting on at the moment. Under other circumstances I wouldn't just be sitting still. If nothing else I would be shivering in delight. I looked down at his face, remembering the first time I managed to get him in my... our bed. We ended up in a position much like this with me sitting astride those wide hips of his, that big beautiful prick making me very happy. Even though I had needed to stretch wide to have him in that position... in several different ways, believe me... I enjoyed the ache which came along with it. Alex was bigger than I am in almost all ways. Taller. Broader. Stouter. Ahem... Longer and thicker, too. I don't begrudge him a single inch of any of it anywhere. We were both keenly aware of how people looked at us when together out in public. Aside from just the looks afforded a gay couple, that is. Even the other gays look at us funny. Many people assume Alex is either my father (which he really hates) or else he is having a mid-life crisis with an obviously much younger boyfriend. What they can't or choose not to see is how deeply and completely in love with each other we are. I know what I look like. I can't help it. I'm a pretty boy. Always have been. I was rewarded by the genetic roulette wheel with a slim muscular body, a pretty face, really good teeth and... if I must say myself... seriously awesome hair. I work out regularly and eat right and take care of myself. I'm also pretty good at playing dumb when I need to. But don't judge me by my sexual orientation or my public persona or my looks. I also have dual Master's degrees in Physical Therapy and Sports Medicine. Along with a Private Detective's License, a concealed carry permit and a locksmiths license from the state board. Just don't call me "Doctor Jones" all right? Alex is the one who wears the fedora in this relationship. I patted his chest fondly. My big bear of a lover was coming back around again. Ducking his head to get out from under the bar, he sat up and wrapped me in those brawny arms. Mine went around his neck and I kissed him, promising him anything he wanted with my lips. He'd just finished a pretty grueling workout and deserved a suitable reward. It wasn't always easy. Just getting him back to a place where he was able to exercise again was a long difficult process. In the hospital after his accident where we had first met, the doctors weren't all that sure he was ever going to walk again, let alone anything more strenuous. There had been multiple surgeries and a long recovery period. Recovery. That's where I came in. Andrew Jones, Physical Therapist. I will admit openly I was smitten by this big wounded bear of a man on sight. Even before I knew anything about his... orientation. He fit my fantasies so well I almost wondered if I was really asleep and having one of those dreams. Add to the fact he was injured and needed my help and was a challenge. The way he growled and snarled intimidated most people and he had managed to scare away most of the other therapists on staff. I stepped up to the plate, took him head on and succeeded. Alex managed to walk out of the hospital on his own two legs without much help at all, except for his cane. Yes, I had ulterior motives. I wanted him back in shape for my own selfish reasons as well as for his own good. I'd fallen in love with Alex Cable and wanted him in my life and in my bed for the rest of my life, if he would have me. But listen to me ramble. My big teddy bear studmuffin detective needed a shower and dinner and the reward he had worked so hard for. He also needed a new case. Two If Alex had been telling this tale he would have started out with something like "It was raining in the City, but I didn't mind. The rain and the darkness were my element. The rain and the darkness were when the evil in the City crept from the overflowing gutters and wormed their wicked way into the warmth and comfort of the helpless and innocent. This was my job." The way he spoke always made it sound like he was Batman, crouching on the rooftops. Or Sam Spade sitting in a sleazy dive waiting to catch a clue or a break. I loved it. Alex was my private superhero. Even though it wasn't raining, I watched the water crawl it's way down his skin. The water in the shower was extra hot to help relieve his sore muscles and help loosen him up after our workout. In the steamy confines of the glassed in shower I took charge as if he were still my patient instead of my partner and lover and friend. Armed with a washcloth and a bottle of liquid soap, I proceeded to scrub every inch of that beautiful body, surreptitiously adding in some stretching and a rub down, touching on the places where I knew he hurt. We took little breaks in between for long kisses under the spray. I saved my favorite part for last, of course. And I was rewarded for all my hard work with feeling and watching his long thick cock grow hard in my hands as I soaped him up and got him clean. I just absolutely loved getting Alex hard, no matter how it happened. His body's ultimate salute to my skills. My fingers played up and down his tool, reveling in the feel of him, tracing the prominent veins and feeling his pulse in my palm. It was my reward. Now it was time for his. After making sure I had rinsed off every last bit of soap, I put a palm against his chest and pushed him gently back against the wall under the shower head. With the water cascading down my back and my eyes gazing up into his I slowly went to my knees, never once losing my grip on his member. It always gave me a little thrill inside when my fingers could not reach all the way around that big pretty cock. My grip pulled back the foreskin, exposing the purple head and I placed a kiss right on the tip. One large gentle hand laid on my shoulder and the other went to the back of my head as he sighed happily. "Mmmm....." He rumbled deep in his chest. "Love you, Andrew Jones." When I spoke my lips were brushing against the skin of his prick, holding him like a microphone. "Love you, Alex Cable. Forever and always." With that I turned my head sideways and proceeded to kiss and lick my way up and down his shaft, covering every inch of that prick with my lips and tongue. There was a noise, just below the sound of the water splashing down on my back. I could feel the vibration of it through my lips. More than one noise. Alex was sighing and humming quietly at the feel of my tongue lashing up and down his shaft. There were also little growls and yips of pleasure coming from my own lips. There was very little in this world I cared about more than making my favorite superhero happy. With one last warm kiss on the tip I parted my lips and took the head of his prick into my mouth, tongue swirling around the glossy head. One hand slowly jacked up and down his shaft while the other softly held his balls and caressed them, just the way he liked. Alex groaned and his fingers wrapped in my hair. Not guiding or controlling, just letting me know he was there, as if I didn't know. I'd been to bed with a few men in my life before I met him. Not as many as you might think, though. I was always rather picky about my partners. None of them... hands down none of them ever made me feel as warm or as loved or as appreciated as Alex did without even trying. His every sound and movement told me multiple times a day how much he adored me. I always tried my best to let him know the feeling was mutual. None of them had ever been as big as he was, either. The first time I ever took him on my mouth I worried I might not be able to breathe and my jaws always ached a little with the effort not to scratch him with my teeth. Hell, Alex and his hefty prick made me ache in many ways no matter if it was in my hand or in my mouth and especially in my ass. It was a joyful pain I would always always always happily endure. For him. "Mmmm... god... Andy that feels so good..." His thick fingers caressed my shoulder, tips digging into the muscles there, massaging me idly. "Aaaahhh...." Amazingly enough, I was able to smile around that mouthful of meat. It was a smile of pride I was able to make my lover so happy so easily. A little bit faster. My grip a little bit harder. Cheeks hollowed out a little bit more with suction. Over the noise of the water was another sound, getting louder. The almost liquid slurping, swallowing, moaning noise which would let anyone close enough to hear it know a blowjob was in progress. To me it sounded like a symphony. His fingers trembled and I could feel Alex fighting with himself not to grip me too hard and only partially succeeding. His hips were on the move, thrusting back and forth with my bobbing on his pole and I knew he was getting close. Another happy smile went unnoticed by anyone but myself. I didn't mind. "Mmmm.... Andy... I.... Aaaahhh.... Mmmph... God..... Andy..." It pleased me no end I could reduce a man so fluent with his words to the point of incoherence. I gripped and stroked and sucked his cock harder and faster until with a shout of joy my lover began shooting his hot sticky come into my mouth over and over again. I had to swallow quickly to keep up with the flow but savored each and every drop as it passed over my tongue. Each time I swallowed around my mouth stuffed full of his prick Alex shivered and shook and spurted anew. Sneaky bastard that I was, I always tried to sneak in one last bit of cardio there at the end of our workout. It always made him want to come back for more. Three I was in the office alone when she came in. Alex was off seeing a client on another case we had pretty much wrapped up and hopefully picking up another check. It's not like we really needed the money. Our very first case netted us quite a sum and a certain young millionaire has paid us handsomely for finding his sister not long after that. But it made my partner secretly proud when he deposited another earned fee into our business account. I was born into money so it never really became something I needed to justify myself. To me, money was a tool to get what I wanted. Something to be used, not something to live for. Me, I'd already found the thing I wanted to live for. That big wonderful thing just happened to be out of the office at the moment. There was a noise as the outer office door opened and closed. A short hesitation then a knock on the frosted glass of the inner door. "Yes? Come in!" And she did. Alex really should have been here for this one. The woman definitely belonged on his side of the office, not mine. My side of the office fit my world. White tile and formica and my array of computers and scientific equipment. I could do multiple searches on multiple sites and had access to almost any law enforcement data base you could think of. My partners side of the office was all dark oak and brass and antiques. I'd done my research and designed it from descriptions of detective's offices from all the classic novels. Sam Spade or Philip Marlowe would have been right at home behind his desk. Even down to the bottle of scotch in the bottom drawer. Most people stepping into our office for the first time tended to get a little disoriented, as if they had stepped halfway into a time machine and wondering where they were going to land. She didn't even blink, and that lack of reaction threw me just a little bit. The woman was just on the short side of tall and quite well built. Interesting curves in all the right places. Starting at the bottom: Black medium heel pumps with a little bow on the side. Slim legs encased in nylons. Snug little skirt just above her knees accented her thighs and derriere, closed at the waist with a wide black patent leather belt. And equally snug blue sweater encased the rest of her body. It dipped down fairly deep in the front, making sure your eyes saw her cleavage. A "C" cup at least, pushed up high with lots of definition. Cute soft looking lips in red lipstick which matched her fingernail polish. Smoky bluish-gray eyes with long lashes and dark well tended eyebrows. Shoulder length honey blond hair with big waves fell to her shoulders. A little blue hat which matched her sweater was pinned to the top of her head. It had a fringe of black lace around it which I never understood. The girl looked like she would have been right at home in Sam Spade's office. Or kissing a sailor in Times Square on V-J Day. If you knew me at all, you knew I wasn't into girls. They just weren't my flavor of choice. That didn't mean I didn't appreciate them, though. This one looked good. If I weren't happily and contentedly who I am I might entertain a short fantasy or two. I'm sure if my partner was here he would have drooled, even if just slightly. One hand waved to the clients chair closest to my desk. "I'm Andrew Jones, miss. And you are??" "Vicky Summers." She gave me a smile as she sat, her eyes also giving me the once-over appreciatively. When her bottom contacted the seat she arched her back just slightly, pulling her shoulders back and thrusting her.... impressive... breasts subtly in my direction. Inwardly, I chuckled. "Nice try, sweetheart. But it isn't going to work on me." "I need your help finding something. Something which was stolen. The police have been no help whatsoever." "Well we are certainly willing to help in any way we can, of course. What is it we are looking for?" Laying her little purse in her lap, she held her hands about a foot apart. "A statue of a bird. Painted black. About this tall." My mouth came open and I blinked several times in rapid succession. Seriously? "Seriously?" She nodded, those delightful eyes never leaving mine once. This has got to be a joke. Either that or the strangest coincidence ever. The blond continued as if she didn't notice my consternation. "It's a lead cast of the original bird. Not the one with the bent feather, but the other one. Made in the 60's. We also had one of Chandler's notebooks, two signed first editions and a leather briefcase he carried in the 40's. They were in a locked cabinet in my husband's restaurant, behind the bar. The showcase piece and his pride and joy. Two days ago the place was broken into and those items stolen. Nothing else. Just those five things. They knew exactly what they were looking for." I'll admit I was still a little stunned by the whole thing. Her smoky eyes widened and she reached out a hand towards me. "Please Mister Jones. My husband is devastated. We will pay... almost anything to get them back." As she spoke she gave an almost imperceptible little wiggle and pulled her shoulders back even more, letting me know exactly how much she was willing to pay to make her husband happy again. I didn't want to disappoint her. I actually preferred to work for money. Didn't mean I was at least viscerally tempted, though. "I will see what we can do, miss." I handed her a clipboard for her information and gave her one of our cards. Twenty minutes later when my partner walked through the door he did a double take at my expression. "Alex, you aren't going to believe this..." Four At least check, there were almost a hundred licensed private detective agencies listed in the City. With all of that competition agencies tended to either be diverse, handling anything which came their way or specialize, trying to be the best at what they do in their field. After a bit of discussion and practice, my partner and I decided to specialize. We didn't really want to touch domestic or divorce cases as they tended to be messy and a bit depressing. Peeping in windows wasn't really our thing, anyway. Quite a bit of our choice stemmed from our location in the City. Situated as we were on Bookseller's Row on the lower older end of Hawthorne Street near 3rd it made a ready source of information right at our fingertips for both high end books and antiques. There were always folks seeking to own or sell certain items of antiquity and they tended to change hands more often than you would think. Up From The Morgue There were also lots of those trying to pawn off fakes as the real thing, going to extraordinary lengths to make their copies seem like the real thing to the uninitiated. You'd be surprised the number of "genuine" Gutenberg bibles we could find for you in a day. A fool and his money.... But anyway... Both Alex and I were surprised and a bit dismayed when we hadn't heard about this latest robbery. It was so completely right up our alley we were actually startled the cops didn't call us. But then they were the professionals and all... It would have looked bad. The City detectives had managed to keep it fairly quiet and out of the newspapers for the time being, hoping someone would try and sell the stuff while they waited. Alec Summers, the owner of the Black Bird restaurant was indeed devastated by the theft and had closed his establishment for a week. They hoped keeping it on the down low would buy them an advantage. My partner and I were hoping for the same thing. We went to work. Alex nipped out to hit some of his contacts, both the legit ones and the ones who never seemed to bathe regularly but still knew when things were moving through their areas. Me, I hit the internet. It's what I did. If you wanted to sell something hot, especially items this hot, you didn't want to go to the normal auction sites. If you were smart you would shy away from Eslice and Erewhon and Skittle. Not even the shady guys at Tomahawk would handle items this risky. For this you needed to delve down to the seamy side of the old school internet. The message boards. Places where you could find anything and everything you wanted. Sometimes even for free if it was too warm to move for a price. One of the thousands of Rule 34 type places where anything could happen. If it existed, someone somewhere wanted to buy it. Luckily I had just the guys for the job. The Peeper Brothers. Jose and Jesus. I'd never actually met either one of them in person and I was kind of glad. From some of the things they had said and some of the items they had perused their tastes were way too far out there for me. After the first conversation I never wanted to hear the words "tentacles" and "diapers" in the same sentence ever again. I suspected they were teenagers, but I was never quite sure. But they were relentless trolls and a promise of a fat finders fee got them searching the message boards and all the haunts of the local dealers of stolen things. If our thief was out there on the net, they would sniff him out and give us a trail. Fortunately for me if they found something and I gave them a hundred bucks apiece they'd think they struck it rich. Both of them were crazy as pet mice in your sock drawer but internet savvy in a way you just couldn't get these days. I was glad they were on our side. Right after I had given the brothers their assignment and sent out a few more queries my cell phone rang. The ringtone was Billy Squier's "My Kind Of Lover" so I knew exactly who it was. Exactly my kind of lover. "Hey, handsome." "Hey yourself, love. Miss me?" "I always miss you, Alex. Without you my life has no meaning." He chuckled. "I'll be home soon, I promise. We can take some time and explore the meaning of life together." "Sounds wonderful. I can't wait." "In the meantime I have a job for you, my gorgeous man." It was my turn to chuckle. "Shoot." "I need you to run over to the 6th and see Marty. He has something we might need to see." "All right, Alex." "And.. Andy?" "Yes?" He lowered his voice just a little. "I love you, Andy. And I want you... constantly." I felt my body flush at his words. Suddenly our office was uncomfortably warm while at the same time a shiver ran over my skin like a thousand spiders. My prick twitched against my thigh. He always knew the right things to say. "Mmmm.... I love you too, Alex. You are the man of my dreams. We might have to have dinner in bed tonight." He laughed softly. "I know just what I want for dessert, then." To my consternation, I had to wait a few minutes before I could get up and leave the office. Walking down a crowded sidewalk with a prominent erection tended to cause comment, even in a place like the City. In the course of my relationship with Alex I had met many members of the City's finest. For the most part they accepted me, and us, without any reservations. There were a few who had problems with who and what we were. Both the private detective part and the gay part. I figured it was their loss. Detective Milner over at the 6th precinct had to be one of the nicest people I had ever met. Plus he was kind of cute in a horribly completely straight way. Marty could have been the poster child for straight professional cops everywhere. I didn't hold it against him. Although... insert bad pun here. When I arrived he gave me an odd smile and a look then shook my hand and asked me if I wouldn't mind waiting in the break room for a few minutes while he took care of a few things. I didn't mind at all, as I was wanting coffee. Well, the coffee was old and smelled burned and when I went to make a new pot the decanter was crusty so I ran a sink full of dishwater to clean it out and while the pot was brewing I noticed a lot of the cups needed some attention and one thing led to another... "Andy... what are you doing?" Marty was leaning against the door frame with an amused smile on his face. I'd cleaned the coffee maker and had an entire rack full of clean cups by this time and was engaged in scrubbing the stains and crumbs off of the counter. One thing led to another, you see... "Well... uh..." He laughed and pulled two cups out of the rack. "I guess since you did all the hard work the least I could do is buy you a cup of coffee." We sat at one of the tables and he laid four pictures out in front of me. They were all rather grainy and had the look of being taken from security cameras. All of them were people who had seemed to take an unusual interest in the case where the bird and things were kept. Three were men. Each was slightly different as far as facial hair and attire but all the same build and features. The fourth one was her. Vicky Summers. And not the owner's wife as he was unmarried. Crap. My mind raced. Did I finish my background on her? No. I got distracted by the Peepers and their odd ways. Crap. Crap. Crap. I was about to spill my mistake when something else caught my attention. A nagging thought buzzing around my brain. I moved the three pictures of the men together side by side, eyes scanning back and forth. "What is it?" Numbers clicked together in my mind. I looked up into Marty's hazel eyes and earnest face. Damn he was cute... My forefinger went back and forth across the printed images. "Marty, these are all the same man." He looked startled and his eyes went to the pictures. "Are you sure?" I nodded. "Without a doubt. The eyes are the same. The nose is the same. The ears, especially. I'm guessing wigs and fake beards and such. It's either identical triplets or this is the same guy." He whistled softly. Then he looked up at me and pushed the photo of Vicky Summers closer. "What about her, Andy? I could tell you recognized her. Spill it." Oh, double crap. I wish Alex were here. I spilled it. Five "Uuunnnhhh..." The sound was wrenched from my throat. "Oooohhh... god..." He answered my tortured moan with a very evil chuckle. "P-please.... please... stop.... Oooohhh god please..." All I got in response was a slow shake of his head and another evil laugh. It had been going on for hours, seemingly. Days. An eternity. I didn't think I could survive another second. My mind and body were both going to break and I was going to die. My fists hammered at his back weakly and my legs kicked and thrashed. All of my muscles were tight and yet limp and I was weak as a kitten. I was going to die.... Or something else. "Oh... Oooohhhh.... oh! Oh god, Alex! I'm.... aaahhhhh.....!" My toes curled up and my hips convulsed. I felt his warm mouth close over the head of my aching cock and the lights went out in my brain. A thousand kaleidoscopes exploded behind my eyes and I howled again and came into my lovers warm sucking mouth, spasming as if I were having a seizure. If dying actually felt like this I wouldn't mind it at all. We had actually eaten dinner in bed. It wasn't a rare thing for us, as we always wanted to spend as much time as possible together on our favorite playground. Not like we hadn't made love in all of the other places in our apartment. The couch... the coffee table... the kitchen counters... the dining room table... the shower, of course... even once he bent me over to grab the bookshelf of my favorite detective novels. I had to fight not to shoot all over the spines and had to clean quite a mess up off the floor. When we finished eating my lover had taken it in his mind to reassert himself in that alpha male way of his. He pushed me over on my back and leaned an arm over my waist, pinning me to the mattress like a wrestler. Then he proceeded to tease my cock unmercifully with his fingertips and mouth for what seemed like hours. He used just the lightest touches of his fingers and interspersed with flicks of his tongue and light kisses and brought me to the edge over and over again but always backing off at the last possible second until my balls ached with unspent need and I begged and pleaded for release. It did so amuse him when I begged. I didn't mind it at all, personally. It was sweet exquisite torture. He'd stayed there keeping me pinned and teasing me over and over with his mouth and hands making me twitch and squeak until I finally went limp in his mouth. Only then did he release me and lay back against the small mountain of pillows at the head of the bed. Barely able to move, I managed to turn over and lay my head on his chest to feel his strong arms settle across my back. My comfort zone. Safe and warm and happy in his arms. "You didn't have to be so nice to me, Alex. I screwed up. Royally." He kissed the top of my head. "Things happen, Andrew. "But I really screwed this one up! I got played... by a girl." "Would it make you feel better if I spanked you and stood you in the corner?" His words made an interesting scene flash through my imagination. Naked and face down over his lap, his big rough hand heating up my ass over and over again while I kicked and squirmed and begged him to stop. Oooohhh... fuck. "Ummm.... maaaaybeee?" He chuckled and kissed my sweaty hair again. "Maybe for your birthday, then. Right now we have other things to think about." The girl wasn't Vicky Summers. Her real name was Velda Smits. Marty had shown me an Interpol flyer with her name and picture. An Austrian national, she was wanted in several countries for smuggling, theft, burglary and a list of other things. It seemed she was everything but an international terrorist. She'd managed to steal everything and anything not nailed down and a few things which were. The information on the flyer ran to four pages. Oh my... at least I got played by a pro. It didn't make me feel much better, though. So what was she doing in the City and why was she involved in the theft of a replica movie prop and some fairly rare but not invaluable first editions? It made little sense. Once I had made my revelation about the pictures to Detective Milner, he'd rushed them down to his own computer boys and they had run facial recognition. Another Interpol flyer spit out of the printer. Viktor Krum. The name made my eyebrows raise, but not the way Marty imagined. I sincerely hoped I wasn't going to run into an evil sorcerer without a nose any time soon. That would have been too much. Viktor was another wanted criminal who had found Europe a little too warm for his tastes and emigrated to America under a false name. Same rap sheet as the woman. Burglary, theft, confidence games. Hoo boy... the cast of characters was heating up. At least this Krum character had been here for a while now and one of the things I had learned was unless you were a ghost or some homeless hermit living in a cave no matter where you went, you left a trail. If there was a trail Alex and I could follow it. Without the need for search warrents, court orders, flashing lights, badges or needing to be cautious of people's civil rights. Galvanized by Alex's little playtime scenario and a need to atone for my mistake, I jumped up hastily dressed and ran to the office where I leapt into action. Sitting at my computer. One of the things Marty had given me was the name Viktor Krum used when he entered the country. It gave me a starting point and from there it wasn't difficult to trace him until he reached the City. Apartment, car rentals, bank account, debit card, employment. The only thing I couldn't get was an exact address. Everything seemed to go to a PO box down by the riverfront area. I'd find him. Even those who were fairly good at staying hidden and being invisible got complacent now and then. And frankly, if you wanted to live in today's society you would leave some sort of crumbs behind which would lead to you. A trail we could follow. Then... It got complicated. And my life changed in a way I hope it never would. Six Alex held my back against his chest, those strong arms around me. My hands were on his forearms and I was looking at the ground at Detective Milner's feet. I knew he and my partner and lover were sharing a look. The looks veteran cops had when they had to introduce someone to this kind of thing for the first time. Even though I had gone into this business with my eyes open, I never figured I would end up down here. If the time ever came I'd counted on Alex to handle it. He was so strong in so many ways. Alex was the foundation of my world. He always tried so hard to protect me from this very situation. I'd never really seen death up close before. Never had that sick fascination some people had with it nor had I become so numb by my work it ceased to affect me. "We don't have to do this, Andrew." Alex said softly. "I can take you..." I took a breath and raised my head, on hand patting his arm. I loved him so much for his protective ways. But I had to do my part, as well. Even if it made me feel awful. The room was so cold.. so... sterile. The light was harsh and stark and everything was tile and stainless steel. It was as if the people who designed morgues were sadistic bastards who wanted to frighten other people. I hated it. "No, Alex. I need to do this." Marty leaned over and pulled the sheet down from her face. It was her, all right. Vicky Summers. Velda Smits. Whoever she really was. Death had not been kind to her. That styled blond hair lay limp, straight and damp around her head on the steel table. The coroner had washed away all of her makeup and that pale beautiful complexion was now mottled and purple with broken veins in her cheeks and nose. Those lips which had been rosy red and inviting were now grayish purple and slightly distended. Angry black bruises around her slim pretty neck showed the violence with which she had been strangled. Beneath the rest of the sheet, that body and those firm little tits she had tried to tempt me with now lay flaccid and almost flattened by the gravity which death brings to us all. "Yes..." I sighed. "That's her." I fervently prayed I never got so used to seeing this kind of thing it ceased to leave a mark on my heart. At the same time I got an even deeper appreciation of those inner wounds which Alex bore on his soul. Although my heart ached, it ached more for my wounded lover and I vowed to do what I could to make his life happy. I knew I could never erase his memories. But I could do my damnedest to replace them with happier ones. Right now I just wanted out. Out of this room. Up. Up from the morgue. Even the dreary mess of the precinct break room was a pleasant change. I wasn't in the mood to clean up this time, even if it would have given me a task to break my train of thought. The boys in blue would have to clean up after themselves for a change. Marty had called us both down, this time. One to identify the body positively. They knew who she was from her fingerprints, but he wanted to make sure she was the woman who had tried to hire us to find the items stolen from the restaurant. Two, he wanted to know if we had been in contact with Alec Summers, the supposedly distraught restaurateur. It seems he had vanished. Place of business closed. House and bank accounts empty. Interesting. We hadn't seen him. As a matter of fact, neither of us had ever talked to him. "So exactly who is your client?" Alex and I looked at each other and he rolled his eyes and shrugged. Looking a little embarrassed, Alex spread his hands. "We don't exactly.... have a client, Marty." The look we got in return from any other cop would have said "What the fuck?" but since Marty was a good guy and a professional and didn't cuss while on duty it would probably have been something like "What the deuce?" or even the more pointed "Seriously???" "So... do you guys mind telling me what you are doing here, then?" His tone carried a large amount of disbelief and an equal measure of thinking we were nitwits. I started to open my mouth and say "It's all my fault for getting snookered." but Alex leaned forward first and spoke. "It's become as point of pride, Marty. We got drawn into this and we are going to stick until it's done." He pointed across the table, right at Marty's chest. "I might not be a cop anymore but that doesn't mean I've gotten soft and neither is my partner. Nobody pulls this crap on my watch and on my turf and especially not in my goddamn office and gets away with it. Period." My heart swelled with pride. I wanted to climb up in Alex's lap and kiss him until he couldn't breathe. Of course that kind of thing would have embarrassed the hell out of Detective Milner so I restrained myself and limited my response to squeezing his leg under the table. Perhaps a more fitting response could wait until I got my big studmuffin detective back home and in bed. There I could show him how much I loved him in a more fitting and private way. I was planning just such a demonstration in my mind as we walked out of the precinct when the phone in my pocket started vibrating. A flick of my thumb across the screen made me change plans quickly. The Peeper Brothers had come through. Maybe. An entry on a message board. Two first edition Chandler's. The titles were right. No mention of the notebook, briefcase or the bird. I decided it was worth taking a chance. Asking price? Two hundred bucks. Seriously? They were worth ten times that. We kept a prepaid credit card on file for just such occurrences. There was never more than a few hundred bucks top on it and I always knew the balance in my head. Three hundred eighty eight dollars and forty two cents. I texted the lads the number and the authorization code and told them to set up the buy. While all of this was going on, Alex waited patiently. My partner and love of my life could use a cell phone, but that was about the extent of his internet skills. With those big thick... strong... wonderful... kissable fingers of his.... I growled softly to myself... he couldn't even text so most of the things I did were a mystery. But as long as those mysteries produced results he was content to wait. "So?" "The Peepers. They scored." "Those two weirdos? Really?" I nodded and raised a finger. "Tracing the IP address and we should have it right about... now." A smile spread across my face as the location popped up on my screen right on time. "Lair Hill. The old Hawthorne Hotel. No room, but there's only only twelve so it shouldn't be too hard." Up From The Morgue The smile on Alex's face was all the reward I needed. Seven I almost laughed out loud. They made it so easy sometimes. When we reached the door of the old Hawthorne both of our eyes scanned the mailboxes. It only took a second. Right there. Apartment number six. The little tag read "Vic Crump." Even if he was considered a pro, this guy had absolutely no imagination. Though the building itself was considered a historical landmark, the owners hadn't managed to keep it up to the splendor from the days of old. The paint in the hallways was peeling, the carpet was threadbare and many of the old solid oak door had been replaced with cheap hollow core laminate knockoff's. The deadbolt was a Chisholm, flimsy and cheap like the rest of the place. I reached into my jacket pocket for my picks when Alex held out a hand. "Never mind, Andy. Just get ready." It always amazed me how fast my partner could slip under his coat and emerge with his pistol in his hand. The Colt M1911 Government model weighed 2.44 pounds empty and a little over three fully loaded. I'd held it and even fired it a few times at the range. The thing seemed to weigh ten pounds or more and Alex handled it as if it were a toy. Even though I had a carry permit, I never did. This was one of those days I wished I was carrying something besides a cell phone. Alex stepped back and his foot went up. Was he really going to do that? Oh crap.... Even if I was freaking out slightly I watched with a hint of pride as my bear of a man lifted his leg and connected squarely with the lock on the door. The flimsy mechanism snapped and the door sprung open. Alex bounded through with his gun held out and I was hot on his heels. "Hold it, Krum!" The fleeing crooks heels disappeared around a corner, deeper into the apartment. Things slowed down to a crawl, like being in a car accident. Everything was moving at about a quarter speed, giving my racing brain time to think and analyze. Viktor Krum's pounding feet had stopped and I heard a scraping noise. "Alex! Look out!" Even though my mind was racing at a million miles an hour my voice still had to obey the laws of physics and my warning almost came too late. My partners hand came up almost fast enough to block the wooden chair flying at his face. He caught most of it on his forearm but the back of the chair spun around and smacked him square in the face, knocking him backward. Oh hell no.... I just don't fucking think so! Nobody hits my man and gets away with it. Something was slowly floating towards me and I grabbed it out of mid air. Alex's gun landed in my palm and I gripped it like a club. And as Viktor Krum appeared back around the corner in an attempt to avoid being captured, the heavy steel gun was already swinging back down. It caught him square on the temple and he went down like a sack of potatoes. I've never fired a gun in anger and I hopefully never will. But I can definitely swing one and will again if I need to. Eight Marty called us back down to the station one more time. He seemed happy enough that he even added "please" to his request. In Marty's office were the falcon, briefcase, notebooks and the books we had found in Krum's apartment. Viktor Krum was in custody and being extradited back to Europe to face charges. Interpol had posted a sizable reward for his capture and we were going to split it with the department. Alec Summers had been captured at the state line with close to a million dollars in cash and when they pressed him, he admitted to the strangling of Velda Smits, aka Vicky Summers. Acting on information they had gotten from Summers, they went back and searched the basement of the restaurant and found a hidden room. Inside were some metalworking tools, a crucible, an electric furnace and some molds. They also found one more falcon down there. Now there were two identical statues on the table. "You guys are not going to believe this." Marty said. "The irony of it is killing me." With a pocket knife, he scraped away a section of paint from one of the statues on the square base. The metal underneath was a dull gray. Lead, as we expected. A scrape of paint from the second statue revealed something completely unexpected. A brilliant shiny yellow. "Is that... gold?" He nodded, smiling. "Fourteen pounds of it." "Holy snap." Summers had been fencing stolen gold for years through his restaurant and skimming from the take. He'd melted all of his stolen gold down and made it into a replica of his replica, storing it right out there in the open. His retirement nest egg hidden in plain sight under a simple coat of black paint. Krum and Smits had gotten wind of his operation from another fence and had figured out where the gold was, but then Krum had gotten greedy when he got his hands on the bird and gone to ground, trying to screw his partner out of her share. In order to put the heat on him, Smits had come to us. She had also gone to Summers, threatening to expose his operation in exchange for some blackmail money. The move turned out to be her last mistake as Summers just killed her then went on the run. Knowing he couldn't move that much gold at once, Krum had tried to sell the books for a little ready cash, not having any idea what they were worth. He'd actually thought the briefcase and notebook were worthless. They were fished out of the dumpster behind his apartment. The man was a philistine. At least he was going to have a dandy new scar to show his friends when he got to prison. We counted it as a win. Wrapped up just in time, as the next day was The Love Of My Life's birthday and I had something special planned. Alex and I were taking the day off. Last I took it as a testament to both my ingenuity and Alex's love and extreme patience for my ways that I managed to keep his present a secret until the time was right. After all, it took up and entire corner between the bathroom and the bedroom and I'd just hung a curtain around the whole corner then told him "Don't look until I tell you. Please." Then of course I offered him some other things to keep him occupied. Believe me, it took a lot of doing to keep a detective from getting curious. Happy, happy work. We had begun our day in one of our favorite ways. I'd awakened my sleepy bear with a kiss and a cup of coffee and after he had gone to the bathroom and returned to bed I snuggled down under the covers to take his big wonderful cock in my hands and my mouth and sucked on him until he groaned, lifted his hips and came. As much as I loved coffee, Alex and his streams of salty fluid were my absolute favorite morning treat. Morning, afternoon, evening..... If his come were fattening I'd be pleasantly plump by now. Lucky for my vanity I always had other ways to work off the excess protein. I had gotten him dressed to walk with me a few blocks down to our favorite cafe for breakfast and then happily undressed him again when we returned home again and into the shower. We spent a long time under the steamy spray getting both clean and extremely horny. Each time he began to growl I'd put a hand on his chest and plant my lips against his and whisper "Wait, lover. Soon." Then it was time. I dried him off and gave him a warm promising kiss then took his hand and led him to the curtain. "Happy birthday, Alex." Now installed in one corner of our apartment was an antique barbers chair. I'd had it dismantled and completely refurbished. The metal parts gleamed with a layer of brand new chrome. The faded tattered old red leather had been replaced with new shiny black leather to match the décor. To one side stood a cabinet on wheels which also served as a moving work surface. A thick leather strop dangled from one side. My lover's eyes were wide. "Andy, it's.... it's beautiful. I... don't know what to say." I gave him a smile and a kiss then opened the door of the cabinet. On one side were a stack of large towels. Black, of course. I grabbed one and unfolded it with a snap then laid it out over the seat and back. "Your eyes say it all, my sweet man." One hand patted the seat. "Step right up. You are my first customer of the day." The seat reclined him to just the right angle, as if I was cradling his head in my lap. All of my secret practicing had paid off. I'd lathered up his face with the brush and stropped the straight razor until the blade rang like a bell. Then I proceeded to shave every inch of his handsome face. I'd practiced because I wanted to do it right and make it special for him. What I hadn't really counted on was how intimate such an act was. Holding him and touching his face. Slowly scraping away the morning bristle of thick whiskers. Being so very careful not to cut him. It was making me so gawd awful horny I wanted to scream. I was uncomfortably hard the entire time and the few glances down I spared I could see his thick cock twitching against his thigh as he stayed about half hard throughout the whole process. It took every ounce of concentration to keep my hands from shaking with pent up lust and I breathed a heavy sigh of relief when I finished and laid the razor back down on the cabinet. The little electric warmer kept a towel steamy hot and just damp enough to wipe the last traces of lather off of his face. Just off to the side it kept something else comfortably warm which I would be needing in just another minute. As the last bits of lather was whisked away I leaned down and spoke right into his lips. "Oh my god Alex... I want you so bad right now." His arms came up around my neck and he kissed me long and hard, his tongue slipping into my mouth. A little moan of desire came through my nose. Then it was his turn to moan as my hand slid down over his belly and wrapped around the shaft of his cock. My lovers body responded to my touch and he rapidly grew hard as I stroked him slowly. God, I loved getting him hard. And everything that tended to come after that. It took a bit of effort, but I managed to pull my lips back from his and whispered into his mouth, interspersing my words with little kisses. "Don't." Kiss. "You." Kiss. "Move." Kiss. "Birthday boy." Kiss. "I'll be right back." Kiss. Disentangling myself from his arms I stepped to the side and leaned over his waist. My fingers tugged back his foreskin and I opened my mouth wide to sick his big beefy beautiful cock deep into my mouth. Alex groaned and sighed happily and one large warm hand settled on the cheeks of my ass, kneading my flesh in his fingers while I sucked and licked hungrily. It was the second time I had his cock in my mouth in less than three hours. I would happily do it a hundred times a day to keep my amazingly wonderful lover contented. It was easy to see he was as wrapped up as I was and wouldn't have taken me long to bring him to orgasm again. But I had other plans. As much as I wanted to taste his salty joy once again I pulled back and stood up. I reached down for the lever to tip the back of the chair up into a sitting position. One last holdout remained for his birthday present. A little holder on the side of the towel steamer was just the perfect size for a pump bottle of our favorite lubricant and kept it just a few degrees above body temperature. Smearing a generous portion of the lube over his hard upstanding prick made me shiver all over. I wanted him inside me so bad it was giving me the shakes all over again. My sphincter twitched, anticipating that delicious ache as he spread me open. Alex was so big it hurt a little bit every time he fucked me, but the pure ecstasy of it over rode the pain. "Oooohhh... I want you inside me." Wiping my hands off on the towel, I tossed it aside and climbed up into the chair, straddling his hips with my knees. Settling in, I wiggled until I felt his hard tool pressing between my cheeks. "Please put your cock in me, Alex. Please." That sweet sweet pleasure. Feeling the slippery head of his prick sliding in between my ass cheeks and settling at the opening of my ass while his fingers held him in place. The deep breaths and reciting my mantra as I tried to relax enough to allow him access. The deep ache as the tip of his wide fat prick levered me open turning into a sharp pain before he slipped past the tight ring of muscle. The incredibly warm full feeling as more and more of his cock slid inside my ass until my thighs settled down on his lap. Only Alex's love made me feel better than this. I had to stop and rest, panting with my head pressed against his chest while his hands patted my back softly. Sometimes it was all I could do to keep from coming as soon as he was all the way inside of me and this time was no different. My equally hard cock pressed against his belly and just the slight motion of him breathing was sending jolts of pleasure up and down my spine radiating from my prick. "God, Alex... I love you." His hands captured my face, tipping it up to his. "And I love you, Andrew Jones. With all of my heart." His hard prick twitched inside of me, making me shudder and squeak. "And with some other bits of me, too." He added with a smile. "There is nowhere I ever want to be but here and there is no one I ever want to be with but you." One thumb caressed my cheek. "You are my heart and my body and my soul, Andy. I will love you forever." "Yes, forever." It was a bit of a stretch but we managed it. My arms went around his neck as I reached up and he leaned down and our lips met in a smoldering kiss as I slowly began moving on that massive tool impaling my ass. I always felt so stretched and so full of him I thought I might split right in half. At the same time we were so connected. I could feel him pulsing and throbbing inside of me. Every blood cell coursing through our veins sang a song of love and lust. Each little droplet of sweat on our skins brought the scent and taste of pure ecstasy. Our breaths mingled with our bodies as we began to move together. Oooohhhh god... I wasn't going to last very long. I'd been wanting him to fuck me since I took him in my mouth first thing this morning. Even though I'd been face down on the bed last night with that mighty cock pounding my ass until I came over and over again... that had been hours ago. Sometimes I really hated the need to rest up and recuperate in between. I could feel every vein and tendon in his prick as it slipped in and out of my ass. That big bulbous head was rubbing up and down over my prostate gland making guttural moans of pleasure echo from my chest with each thrust. And at the same time my prick was rubbing up and down his belly, leaving a sticky trail of precome all over his skin. The blood was pounding in my ears and all I could hear was moaning and the frantic sound of flesh against flesh as I pounded my ass down on his prick. Through half closed eyes I focused on nothing but Alex's handsome face. He spoke against my lips. "Come for me, Andy. Come come come come come...." His had slipped between our bodies and wrapped around the shaft of my cock. His other hand closed on one ass cheek, gripping me hard and pulling me all the way down on his prick. That did it. Lightning split my head and I cried out. My whole body vanished in a flash of fire and a puff of smoke. I was torn apart and reformed over and over again in seconds. My balls contracted hard up against my body and my prick began spewing come all over his hand and our bellies. Moments later my lover let out a roar of delight and I felt his prick grow even larger inside of me and then begin pumping what seemed like gallons of come inside me, painting all of my insides with his joy. Feeling him come inside me send my body off into fresh spasms and I spattered our bodies again with my own sticky fluid. His slick fingers rolled around and around the head of my prick, making me jerk and squeak and cry out over and over again until I couldn't take it any more and my head lolled down against his chest, gasping like a long distance runner with the hiccups. God.... I loved him. Even if the sex wasn't always this good I would have loved him just as much. This just made it even better. Alex lay back against the leather headrest, red paced and panting but with a happy smile on his lips. When I could breathe halfway normally again I stretched up and kissed his chin. "Happy birthday, Alex. I love you." His free hand patted my bottom. "Thank you, Andy. Best birthday present ever. And I love you too, my sweet man. Now and forever." Forever.... I liked the sound of that. The City Pt. 01 One If nothing else, this new health craze was having a positive effect, even if it was in ways not originally intended. Of course I had been getting more than enough exercise in and out of bed. I'd had more sex in the last six months than I had in the previous ten years put together. That combined with the fact that my partner frowned and fussed every time I tried to light up and said that if I wanted to put something really satisfying between my lips... Well, you know. The ban on smoking in public buildings was making those addicted to that particular vice get more exercise as they were forced to go outside to indulge. The back door of the bar was propped open and there was a steady stream of people rotating in and out as they puffed away in the back alley. There was enough second hand smoke curling back in through the door that between that and the empty pipe I was chewing on, it was enough to keep my own cravings under control. Which was a good thing. I didn't want to get up and lose my seat, as I had already attracted the eye of a couple of shifty types circulating the room. They tended to spook easily and any sudden movements on my part might make them bolt and I would have to start all over again somewhere else. My partner and I were working on a lead that a shipment of stolen rare books might be in town. They had disappeared from a shipping container on a freighter destined for Manhattan and the auction houses there. Best guess estimates on the lot were around five mil. A certain insurance carrier in Zurich was having kittens and had offered a sizable reward for all or even part of the collection. Odds were that the collection had already been broken up and shipped around the world. It was too readily identifiable when left intact. Those who stole antiquities usually did so with a certain buyer in mind. And I had learned from experience that the filthy rich who collected such things were more often than not more interested in getting what they wanted than they were in how they were acquired. But whispers on the grapevine had intimated that at least part of the collection might be moving here. It was worth a shot, anyway. The City had more bookstores per capita than anywhere else in the country. And the highest number of rare book dealers in the world. Only Christie's and Sotheby's saw more rare books in a year than we did in The City. So I sat along the back wall of this once-smoky bar, in a booth by myself slowly sipping a scotch on the rocks and pretending to be reading a copy of Aliester Crowley's "Moonchild". It in itself was a pretty rare edition I had borrowed from a friend. A 1929 edition worth a little over a grand. I had to promise to be very careful with it and had offered up part of my collection of old pulp sci-fi mags as collateral. I pretended to be at least viscerally interested in the book, even though I thought it was twaddle. In my opinion, Great Uncle Aliester was a fraud at best. But the book itself provided good cover and just a little bait. Cover... Heh heh... My partner was in a more upscale and trendy place about ten blocks up nearer to college town. It drew the younger more cerebral crowd as well as a spate of horny professors and literary types looking for a quick hookup and stroking of more than their egos. He fit in and could talk the talk among the younger crowd better than I could have. He looked like he could be doing infomercials for exercise equipment. Me, I looked so much like a detective or an ex-cop that I stood out anywhere. It took a lot to cover that. I wore an old tweed driving cap with a frayed bill and a pair of small round glasses with clear lenses and had, like I mentioned earlier, an empty pipe clenched in my teeth. A loose sweatshirt and baggy khaki pants layered over with an old down jacket that left a trail of feathers wherever I went covered my frame and made me look dumpy and out of shape. I looked like a slightly down at the heels book dealer or maybe a not so prolific author, which was what I was going for. Somebody who was desperate enough to maybe take a chance on something that might or might not be a little hot in hopes of a large payoff. The two shifty types had been circulating around the place trying to not be obvious that they knew each other. Even a moderately trained observer would have noticed that they were so much a pair that if they were really strangers, they would have clicked together like magnets. Both of them had wandered by my booth several times trying hard not to look like they were checking me out. And I tried hard to pretend not to notice them as I read my book and sipped my watered down drink. I figured that if nothing happened, one or the other of them would have tried to make some sort of contact in the next fifteen minutes or so. I'd be interested to hear what their line would be. Then, of course, something happened. Just as one of the shifty types was slowly circling closer to my booth, a pair of uniformed City cops walked in the front door of the place. One went to the bar to have a word with the bartender and the other circulated, eyeballing the clientele. Just a casual walk-through, like they did off and on all the time. As soon as they cleared the door, a discrete cough got the one shifty guy's attention and both of them casually slipped out the back door, as if just going out for a smoke. But I knew as soon as they hit the alley, they'd be gone. Damn. I had a lot of respect for the City's finest, but sometimes they were a hindrance to a guy trying to make an honest living. I sighed and slipped the book back in it's protective plastic bag and sealed it up tight. It just fit in the inside pocket of my jacket. I laid the pipe and the fake glasses on the table in front of me and rubbed the bridge of my nose to ease the headache that had been building there for the past hour. The younger of the two cops strolled past my booth and gave me a polite nod. I nodded back, just as politely. I didn't know him. The older one, making small talk with the bartender, kept his eyes on his partner as he made his way around the room. Not really expecting trouble, but keeping an eye out for it anyway. It was what a good partner was supposed to do. Him, I recognized. Pat Martin and I had been on the force together many many moons ago. We weren't exactly friends, but we weren't enemies, either. He'd passed up several promotions to stay on the streets because that was where he felt he could do the most good. I had a hatload of respect for the man. Pat had trained a lot of the newer street cops and they were the better for it. He caught my eye and gave me a surreptitious wink. I tipped a finger at the bill of my cap in a small salute. He was enough of an old pro to realize that I was most likely undercover and wouldn't have come over for a chat, even if he had wanted to. Two When I had first gone through the police academy and joined the force twelve years ago, my sexuality had been a closely kept secret. Back then, being anything more or less than a staunch heterosexual would have been an instant career killer. Back then, in public, I drank with the guys and ogled the girls and pinched the bottoms of the barmaids and even dated a few of them from time to time. But in truth, my interests lay elsewhere. An in order to keep it as secret as possible, I would drive two hundred miles south of the City to Springfield, rent a discrete motel room and cruise the gay bars once a month. It was emotionally unsatisfying, but it kept my needs down to a slow simmer in between trips. So I managed to keep my secret life secret for almost twelve years. I'd made detective by then and was looking forward to retirement. Hell, I figured I'd done it this long, it would keep for another eight years. There had never been anybody serious enough to come out for, anyway. I had one relationship with a young car salesman down south that had lasted most of a year. We would meet once a month and alternate on who rented the room and would spend the whole weekend in bed. But he broke it off when his wife found out and threatened him with divorce. I couldn't blame him for that. And it was just sex between us, anyway. Two years after I made "D" everything changed. I'd been doing a solo stakeout on a side road up in the hills just outside of town. There had been three body dumps up there in the last six months and people were beginning to worry that we had a serial killer on our hands. It turned out there wasn't, but that's not something to get into right now. I was sitting in my car alongside the road, slumped down in the seat trying to look like I was a drunk sleeping it off if anybody got curious. Noting down the makes and plate numbers of the vehicles that passed my spot. I'd been there about two hours, drinking coffee and chain smoking trying to stay awake when a drunk sixteen year old with his equally drunk girlfriend in a souped up Camaro came flying around the curve at almost eighty miles an hour. The kid ground against the guard rail, bounced off a tree, spun across the road and t-boned my car backwards, knocking it down the embankment. They told me afterward that if I hadn't been there, both of the kids would have gone off the embankment and most likely died. They also told me that my car had rolled approximately fifteen times before it came to a rest. I almost wish I could remember that part. I'm sure it was a wild ride. I woke up three days later in the hospital. I had a broken pelvis and left leg plus a half dozen other broken bones and two cracked vertebrae. Two months and three surgeries later I had enough steel pins and plates in my body to ensure I would never make it easily through an airport metal detector again. I wasn't all that fond of flying, anyway. No great loss. During that time I was also given a medical retirement from the force and certified as partially disabled. Between the partial pension and the disability I figured I had enough to live on for awhile so I didn't kick up too much of a fuss. Or so I thought, anyway. I'm not a good patient, as far as hospitals go. I can really be a prick when I am not feeling good. When I finally managed to get out of bed, the doctors assigned me to physical therapy every morning. I managed to piss off three different therapists before they found one that could put up with me. Some people are just too sensitive, in my opinion. If you looked at Andrew, your first impression might be "young college kid". In truth he had already done his four years and graduated with a degree in physical therapy and had been working at the hospital full time for six years. Andy was warm and outgoing and extremely personable and bright. He had been an avid science fiction reader all of his life and that was how he got past my defenses. He saw one of Asimov's "Foundation" books sticking out of the pocket of my hospital robe and we spent the next two hours discussing the series, which I had read several times before. He also had a mania for hair metal bands of the 80's that made me shake my head several times in wonder. When that first session was over, I was barely even aware that I had been exercising the whole time. I won't say it was love at first sight, because it wasn't. I was in pain a lot of the time and angry because I had one: lost a job that I loved and two: still couldn't walk without help and it was pissing me off. I was no fitness fanatic but I had always kept myself in shape. You never know when you might need to be able to run, either to get to somewhere and maybe save a fellow officers life or to get yourself out of trouble. I had issues. I still do, but who doesn't? In my mind I had classified Andy as a young pretty boy. I thought he was maybe twenty five, tops. He had that whole "baby face" thing going.. you know. Turns out he was thirty when we met. He has short black hair kept in an almost military crew cut and a brilliantly white smile that makes me think of car salesmen. To me he looked a little like Matt Damon. I could tell right away from the arms sticking out of the sleeves of his hospital scrubs that he worked out. His forearms and biceps were nicely developed but not cut like some body builder. And he was surprisingly strong. It turns out that those baggy scrubs covered a very fit and well toned body. You could see eyes following him whenever he walked down the hospital hallway. And Andy made friends with every single person he encountered. I don't think he ever met a stranger, if you know what I mean. He was just one of those friendly people. His happiness was almost infectious and despite whatever funk I was in, he always left me smiling at the end of our session. We were so opposite in so many ways it was almost scary. And despite the fact that he worked hard to present himself as this mostly vacuous surfer boy type, Andy had a keen analytic mind and (I found out later) a photographic memory. So we slowly made friends there in the PT room. I'll have to confess right now that I found him sexually attractive. Hell, I think everybody in the whole hospital did! When he would be sitting with my leg in his lap doing a deep muscle massage on my knee and thigh I always ended up holding my book firmly across my lap to cover my hardon. Andy, being the professional that he was, pretended not to notice. But he told me later that he had noticed every single time. We joked and talked and cut up and occasionally acted like fools in the PT room. I was getting better and the head of the ward always smiled when he saw us together. I had gone from being a problem patient to being a success story. When my doctor told me that I was going to be discharged at the end of the week, I was happy and sad. I still didn't like hospitals, but I was going to miss spending my two hours a day with Andy. As a side effect of our sessions, I had been returning to my room every afternoon and jerking off under the covers. Every time he put his hands on me I ended up with an erection. It had become a bit of an ongoing fantasy of sorts. I'd fantasized several times about taking that hot young man to bed with me, but I knew, deep in my heart, that he wasn't really interested in a banged up forty two year old ex-cop with no job and no real prospects. But I hung on to the fantasy anyway, because it made me feel better at least for a couple of hours a day. On that last morning I was up and packing up my few things into a bag to take home. There wasn't all that much. A friend from the "D" squad had fetched my toothbrush and a few clothes from my apartment early on during my stay. I'd returned the books I had borrowed to the hospital library. They had given me enough pain pills and analgesics to last me for the next month with scrips to renew if I needed more. I figured once I finished packing I would walk up and say goodbye. If nothing else, I'd get a last look at Andy and have a lingering picture to hold onto for awhile. I dropped the last pill bottle in the bag when I heard a noise behind me. Andy walked into my room, smiling softly. I smiled back and said "I was hoping I'd get to see you again before I left." I held out my hand and he took it in his and squeezed my fingers. He stood with his back to the hallway, his hand warm on mine and said "Alex, that's what I came to talk to you about. I..." he paused and for the first time in our acquaintance, looked a little uncertain. He turned and shut the door and sat on the edge of my bed. "I..." he paused again. I sat on the other end of the bed and said "Hey, Andy. It's okay. It's just me, remember? The grouchy old ex-cop?" He smiled again. He said "I'm going to miss you, Alex." I nodded. "I'm definitely going to miss seeing you every day, Andy. You gave me something to look forward to." I could see he was thinking about something. He pursed his lips a few times, then said "Now that you aren't going to be my patient anymore, I'd like to see you again, Alex." He turned those warm brown eyes on me and I felt my blood pressure raise a few degrees. A small hope flew through my mind, but the practical part of my brain smacked me around a little. It said to me "Don't be a fool, Alex Cable. He probably just wants a favor or something. He's not interested in you. And even if he was interested in men, there would be line of them outside his door every night." I told both sides of my brain firmly to shut the hell up. Nodding, I said "Sure, I'd like that." "How about Friday night, then?" "What?" I was a little startled. Andy gestured at the cane propped up by the side of the bed and said "It looks like drinks and dancing will be out of the question for awhile. How about you come by my place about seven and I'll make you dinner?" "Ummm... Sure! That sounds good to me." He reached into the top pocket of his scrubs and handed me a slip of paper with his address on it. He'd already had that prepared in hopes that I would agree. It just made me a little more confused. And a little bit horny. And a little more grumpy with myself. Andy leaned over and gave me a quick hug and said "Great! I can't wait. See you then!" And he jumped up off the bed and left the room. So I had four days to wonder and worry about it. I spent a good part of the time in bed but made sure that I got up and exercised as much as I could. And a good part of the time I was in bed I was stroking my prick and thinking about Andy and his hard little body. One afternoon I went down to the station and picked up the box of my stuff from my desk. I got a lot of good natured ribbing from the guys about the easy life of early retirement and made promises to join them for drinks as soon as possible. There was already some young new detective sitting at my desk. That stung just a little, but I didn't let it show. I walked around town some but couldn't go more than a couple of blocks before the pain sent me hobbling back home again. It was frustrating but I knew that every time I was getting a little bit stronger. I was determined to get back into shape as quickly as I could. And I admit that I used the mental picture of Andy's sweet body as a goal to work towards. Friday afternoon I was an emotional wreck. At noon I took a shower and started trying to decide what to wear. An hour later I got frustrated and took a walk. Six blocks later I got back into my apartment in pain and took a pain pill and a nap. Then at four o'clock I got up and took another shower and started the process all over again. I realized that I was acting like a teenager on his first date. Having a long serious discussion with myself, I managed to reach an agreement between my brain and my wild fantasies and we both decided to wait and see what happened. That helped. Opting for loose dress slacks and a button down shirt, no tie, and a tweed sport coat, I looked in the mirror and decided I looked presentable enough. I caught myself looking for my shoulder holster and badge before I realized that I didn't have them anymore. That brought me back to earth a little more. I slipped the rest of my stuff into my pockets and called a cab. The cabbie stopped briefly at a liquor store on the way and I slipped inside. Trying to remember if Andy ever mentioned what he liked to drink, I bought both a bottle of decent local wine and an imported bottle of some real Scottish whiskey that I had tried once and liked. I knew I shouldn't be drinking with the pain pills and whatnot in my system but I figured one wouldn't hurt. And I could really use something to help me relax. I was still nervous! When I approached the apartment door I could hear muffled music wafting out from behind it. A second later I recognized "When I See You Smile". And it did make me smile and shake my head. Andy opened the door to my knock and my eyes widened just a little. He was wearing tight jeans and a t-shirt that fit him like a second skin. It showed off his tightly muscled body perfectly. I only had a second to react before he hugged me and said "I'm so glad you came, Alex." I tried not to whack him in the back with my cane as I hugged him back. My nostrils were filled with the scent of him... Soap and just a slight musk that I could almost taste on the back of my tongue. When he stepped back he took the bottles from my hand and said "You aren't supposed to be drinking, you know. But.." he said with a little frown "I guess one won't hurt you." Andy shook his finger at me and said "Only one!" I grinned and agreed. The City Pt. 01-02 Oct 11 2006 - Prologue The stench was horrible. It fought its way into her nostrils, and strangled her lungs. A sudden cough forced her eyes open, though it took her a moment to focus them. She coughed again, raising her hand to wipe a small amount of spittle from her lips. Another few ragged breaths, the smell of her surroundings causing the bile to rise in her throat. The room slowly came into focus, and the reason for the stench was obvious. A man, at least he used to be a man, lay disemboweled in the corner, maggots crawling over his grey and congealed flesh. Blood had been splashed upon the walls and had dried to a dull brown colour. It was everywhere. She had been slumped against one of these walls, the mass of gore piled to her left. She slid to her right, her mind refusing to register what her eyes were telling her. "So, you're awake huh?" Frightened, she turned in the direction of the voice. Another man sat far away from her, in a corner, with his knees to his chest. The room was poorly lit, a single bulb that flickered every now and then, but she could still make out some aspects of his appearance. His hair was short, but looked matted with dirt and grime. His fingernails were jagged and bleeding, and seemed to cause him constant pain. His eyes looked out at her, his left eye looked swollen and red. "Who the fuck are you?" She tried to sound strong, but her voice came out as a cracked croak, barely above a whisper. Her throat hurt every time she swallowed, bringing tears to her eyes. She wiped them away with the sleeve of her shirt, smearing dirt upon her face. "Does it really matter anymore?" He raised a hand, and gestured vaguely. The room seemed to loom around them, cold and unfeeling. A single door stood between them, but there was no handle. Scratch marks lined the door, but seemed to have made no progress. A fly buzzed from the corpse and landed on her arm. She brushed it away, a sudden rush of foul air causing her to gag again. "You get used to it... after a while." His voice had no life to it, as if he had already given up hope of ever tasting freedom again. He shifted slightly; wincing as blood slowly trickled from his fingertips. "This shit grows on you." "How long have you been here? What the hell happened to him? Where are we? What the fuck is going on?" The questions poured out of her, her throat aching and her lips cracking. She licked them quickly, tasting the sharp coppery taste of fresh blood. She waited for a response from him, but he remained quiet, his eyes closed. She almost wondered if he had fallen asleep, but then he spoke slowly. "I don't know how long I've been here... I woke up here same as you just did. Where here is... I have no clue. I hear things sometimes, noises and voices, but I can never make them out." He paused, drawing a ragged breath into his lungs. "And as for what happened to him..." The door opened then, throwing painfully white light into the dingy room. Her eyes widened at the sight standing in the doorway, a scream beginning in the pit of her stomach. "... That's what happened to him." Welcome to the City. John The sun rose slowly over the city, beams of orange and yellow piercing the grey dullness of the metropolitan streets. What should have been a busy city centre was oddly quiet and looked as if it had been the recipient of a full payload of artillery. Debris and carnage littered the streets, small fires burning in pools of engine fluid. Old newspapers drifted on an early morning breeze, the headlines blurry and useless. And then there were the bodies. Hundreds of them littered the city streets, in various states of decay and agony. The bodies were of men, women, children, and the elderly: the citizens of this city. Some were slumped in cars and trucks, decomposing skulls resting on dusty steering wheels. Others lay in the street, mixed with garbage and their own insides. Unseeing eyes opened wide to unspeakable horrors, silent mouths agape in the screams of the damned. Footsteps. Running shoes on pavement. John ran hard and he ran fast. He stumbled once or twice, leaping bodies as if they were hurdles to be conquered. He resisted the urge to look back, but he already knew what was following him. He could almost feel its breath on his neck. He rounded another corner, clutching a package to his chest. Almost there, he told himself, almost there. His lungs began to burn with every breath he took, but he continued to push himself. To stop now, was unthinkable. The footsteps behind John began to get louder and louder, and the ground beneath him began to shake. He swore loudly, tucked his head down and ran faster. He stumbled again, this time falling to his knees. He picked himself up quickly, glancing down quickly at his knees. Spots of dark blood began to seep through his blue jeans. He swore again, and hazarded a look at his pursuer as his feet carried him away. "Oh fuck." What he saw almost stopped him in his tracks, the unmistakable horror chasing him made his stomach clench and his mind reel. A few weeks ago if you'd asked him if such a creature could exist, John would have probably laughed in your face; but now he knew better. The things he had seen since he found himself here would make even the most pious man question the very fabric of his faith. Hands grabbed him by the collar, just as a single claw dragged itself over his back. John let himself go limp and be dragged by his collar into the darkness. The sound of a door closing and being locked echoed in his ears. He breathed heavily, his eyes adjusting slowly to the sudden darkness of the refuge. He still clutched the package to his chest, resisting the hands trying to pull it away from him. He had risked his life for it, and he was not going to give it up so easily. He tried to calm his breathing down, his lungs screaming at him for what he'd done to them. Silence joined the darkness soon, frightened ears listening for a sign that they were safe. "Is it gone?" "Fuck that was close... you alright?" "Yeah... I think it..." "Shut the fuck up, we're not out of the woods yet!" All hoarse whispers, ears straining to listen for the tell tale signs of the outside world, but there was nothing to hear. They waited, slowly exhaled, white eyes darting back and forth. Nothing. They were safe, at least for the moment. They made their way towards their safe house, passing under a few dim light bulbs, the flickering light casting deceiving shadows and playing tricks with their minds. The sound of different locks clicking echoed around them, then light. They entered into a room, with expectant faces greeting them as they arrived. John finally allowed the package to be taken from him, and slumped down in a damaged recliner. He rubbed his hands over his face, smearing sweat and dirt away. It touched me, he thought to himself, it touched me. He curled into a ball on the chair, closing his eyes, irrational visions soon swarming behind his closed eyelids. Images of creatures crawling towards him, claws dragging chunks of plaster and wood away with every step they took. Row upon row of razor sharp teeth bearing down on him, their hot breath just touching upon his face. And then laughter. Always the laughter. He awoke a few hours later, his shoulder stiff and painful when he moved it. He sat up slowly, rubbing absentmindedly his sore shoulder. The others were asleep as well, though a few were awake and talking in hushed voices. He stood, making his way quietly over to a stockpile of food and water and other essentials. He grabbed a small bottle of dirty water and took a long pull. It tasted horrible, gritty and stale. But it was water. The package he had rescued sat amongst the pile, its lid opened and the contents removed. He knew they would do some good, but would they do enough? He walked back to the chair and fell asleep again, his dreams peaceful, calm and misleading. Hushed, animated voices. John did not get to sleep long, his dreams of a cottage in the country rudely interrupted by a weak hand shaking his shoulder. He opened one eye, told the person to fuck off, and closed it again. The hand persisted and he finally opened both eyes. "What?" He sat up slowly, running a hand quickly through his hair. A group of people stood around him, his rescued package held by one of them. "We need you to go back. There wasn't enough for everyone. One more trip, John, that's all we ask." Heads nodded in agreement. John rested his arms on his knees, considering what they were asking him. He didn't want to go back out there, the sensation of the abomination's touch too fresh in his mind. Even now it caused a shiver to run down his spine. But he had to. He was the only really able-bodied man here. Everyone else was either sick or old or wounded. They needed these supplies. "Alright. I'll do it, but give me an half an hour." Sundown was in three hours. He would have plenty of time to get back here before the final rays of sunlight subsided from the city. Things only got worse here at night. Much worse. Half an hour later he stood in front of the door to the outside, listening carefully. He turned to the others around him, dirty faces and white eyes staring back at him. He took a deep breath, hating this part. The uncertainty of what lay beyond this heavy door and what waited out on the city streets. He knew the creatures were out there, knew they were waiting for someone to slip up. They were smart these things, they learned very quickly. John couldn't imagine a reason for their existence, why someone would choose to create such beings. The thousands upon thousands of people killed here, fed to these... John didn't even know what to call them. "One last time John." "I know. Remember to close the door as soon as I leave." "We know. Same as every time before. It'll be alright." John silently prayed the man was right. He realized he couldn't even remember the man's name. Did it really matter anymore? John shouldered a dusty black backpack, swallowing hard. The sequence of locks clicked, and the door was hauled open. John took off running, head down, breathing regular. He didn't look back, just kept his mind on where he was going. The way to the hospital was tricky, but he knew it like the back of his hand. He just hoped this really was the last time. The door began to close, but something held it. One of the men pulled at it, trying to slam it home. But it refused to budge. Puzzled, they began to inspect the mechanisms, and never saw the creatures making their way down the building towards them. They crawled slowly with the patience of skilled hunters, blood stained lips curling back to reveal gleaming yellow teeth. They had waited, and now they would reap the benefits. One man looked up, alerted by a small stone landing on his shoulder and saw them. But it was too late. His scream was cut short in a flurry of claws and teeth and putrid flesh. It was quick and it was bloody. They were no longer safe. John reached the hospital twenty minutes later, skidding to a stop in front of one of its many access doors. He figured ambulances used to use these to bring in extremely urgent patients straight to the doctors. Now he used it to steal medicine. He took a moment to catch his breath, the adrenaline pumping through his veins urging him to keep going. He obeyed. The hospital was quiet, as it always was. The bloodstains here were old and cracking, leaving coppery brown flecks on his shoes as he ran over them. The gore here was some of the worst in the city, and John always figured that everything started here. There were hardly any bodies; any whole ones that is. Random limbs and chunks of flesh were strewn about the building. But no trace of the creatures. They had moved on to greener pastures, he supposed. His heartbeat pumping in his ears, he made his way to the medical storage facilities. It was upstairs, up three flights of stairs. He would have taken the elevators, but one of them wouldn't open and the other was broken. The doors would open to reveal darkness and loose cables. John took the stairs. He sat down at the top of the third flight of stairs, rubbing his hands together slowly. Even though it was cold and damp in the hospital, small beads of sweat had trickled down from his forehead and he wiped them away with the back of his hand. He stood up, and started to make his way towards the storage room. He stopped suddenly, freezing in place. What the hell was that, he whispered softly to himself. He waited to hear it again, but didn't. Fear began to slowly creep through his system, telling his mind to run and run now! But he didn't. He waited. He stood there, muscles twitching with adrenaline, his heart thudding in his chest. Then he ran. The hallway towards the storage room was long, and seemed twice as long now. He could hear the creature making its way up the stairs now, heavy footsteps and deep gasps of foul breath. He looked over his shoulder, seeing it loom at the top of the stairs. It spotted him, and took off in pursuit. John swore, dodging a stray bed that had rolled out of one of the rooms. He pushed it aside, cursing as the scabs on his knees broke and fresh blood dotted his jeans. He reached the storage room door and pulled it open, closing it quickly behind him as he slid into the room. He pressed his back hard up against the door, bracing himself for the subsequent impact. The creature hit the door full on, nearly knocking John to his knees. But the sturdy metal door held. The creature slammed its shoulder into the door again, and again the door held. The creature's howl of frustration cut straight to John's soul, so inhuman was the noise. He'd heard the noise before, dozens of times, but it still made him shiver with terror. The door wouldn't hold for long, not with the amount of force the creature was putting into its attacks. John scanned the room quickly, pushing himself away from the door. Slinging the backpack from his back, he began to hurriedly fill it with medicines from all the cabinets. He recognized the names and knew this was exactly what they needed back at the safe house. Another slam against the door caused John to turn from his thievery. The lock was beginning to give, the first creaks of breaking metal. The backpack full now, John needed an exit. He found one in the form of a ventilation shaft in the ceiling. Pushing a desk underneath it, he pushed away the grating. He quickly pulled himself into the vent, kicking the desk away as he slid up inside. He slid the grate back into place as the door burst open. It slammed against the far wall, shattering a number of cabinets in its wake. Broken glass covered the floor now. The creature stalked into the room, barely fitting through the door. The doorframe cracked and gave way, jagged pieces of wood lodging themselves in the creature's dark skin. It seemed not to notice, as its soulless eyes took in the room. John held his hand over his nose and mouth, trying to remain as still as possible. He dared not look down through the grating for fear of being spotted. Maybe it would go away, he thought, maybe it would just fuck off and leave him alone. Maybe. The footsteps below him stomped ever closer to him, broken glass crunching beneath the creature's twisted feet. John's heart beat faster and faster in his ears, and he twitched with fear. As irrational as it was, John found himself praying that this was not the end. Over and over he tossed the words through his mind, his eyes closed tightly. Silence. John forced his eyes open; a fine sheen of sweat covered his face. Again he waited, straining his ears for any sound that the creature still prowled the room beneath him. But all he could hear was the furious heartbeat thumping in his ears. He inched slowly towards the ventilation grate, clenching his teeth together to keep from letting his heavy breaths sound too loudly in the small shaft. The room below slowly came into view between the metal slats. Nothing. Crushed hypodermic needles and medicine bottles were strewn over the floor, but there was no sign of John's pursuer. He breathed a slow sigh of relief, letting the air escape slowly through his teeth. The ventilation shaft around John suddenly buckled, twisted and then was ripped from the ceiling. John held on for dear life as the hunk of metal was thrown against the floor. He let out a hiss of pain, twisting slightly to see a jagged chunk of metal digging into his side. Bright blood began to dampen his t-shirt around the wound. He crawled from the vent, dragging himself forward with his elbows. He winced in pain, small shards of glass clinging to his skin. He rolled over, and came face to face with his attacker. Tears stung John's eyes, and blood poured from his side. The creature had to be eight feet tall, but John couldn't really tell. It leaned down towards him, resting itself on one very large arm as the other arm reached towards him. It grasped his neck roughly, and its skin was oily and warm against John's own. It continued to lean towards him, stopping only when its face was inches away from John's. Where the creature's eyes should have been, only dark soulless sockets remained. Its lips curled back, pulling its twisted face into a sadistic grin. Its grip tightened around John's neck, forcing the air from his lungs in one last gasp. It pulled John up awkwardly, leaving only his feet touching the ground. Its mouth opened slowly, rows of sharp teeth sliding forward from its gums. Suddenly, its gripped relaxed and John fell back to the ground. The creature let loose a terrific howl of anguish as a rather large hypodermic needle stuck out of its left eye socket. John scrambled to his feet, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He slammed against the doorframe, clutching at his side. It hurt like hell, and blood continued to pulse from it. He forced himself to ignore the pain for now, jogging down the hallway towards the stairs. He stumbled, glancing back every few steps. The creature was still thrashing around in the room, with a heavy dose of whatever had been in the needle coursing through its skull. John spat a goblet of blood on the ground, and made his way down the stairs. The return to the safe house was frantic and numerous times John had to stop to catch his breath. He had lost a considerable amount of blood now, but fortunately, the wound had stopped pulsing. He kept one hand on it, constant pressure and all that. He knew the blood would attract more creatures, but, selfishly, he hoped they were busy feasting on someone else. His vision blurred in and out every now and then, causing him to stumble and fall over the debris, which littered the streets. He kept the backpack slung on his shoulder, protecting it from hitting the ground at all costs. It was more important than him right now. When he saw the safe house door wide open, his heart sank. It leapt into his throat at the sight of the bodies littered around. Fresh blood stained the sidewalk around the door, and the walls surrounding the door were spotted with large patches of gore. John crept closer and closer to the door, every step causing his wound to flash with pain, his eyes blurring over again. He stood at the entrance, leaning against the doorframe. The gore only got worse as the tunnel continued. The tortured sounds of human screams were mixed with the inhuman gnashing of teeth chewing and tearing flesh echoed up the long tunnel towards him. One particularly loud and feminine scream was cut short with a gargle and the sound of feasting continued. John staggered away from the doorway, his shoes slick with freshly spilt blood. It was all for nothing. He clutched at his side, the adrenaline draining from his body. He felt tired suddenly, exhausted and depressed. He couldn't help feeling he had let them down. If he had grabbed more medicine one of the other times, he wouldn't have had to go this final time. Running a bloody hand through his hair, he resigned himself to move on. He had to find somewhere safe to hide for a while. He knew he wouldn't last long out here, not with the amount of blood on him, and not with the sun already beginning to set. The City Pt. 01-02 He made his way down the street, trying every door he could. If the buildings had doors. A cold sweat began to trickle down his spine and he felt faint. He slumped against a large door bordered by two blocked off windows. The windows were covered in wooden planks, with the words "FUCK OFF" spray-painted crudely upon them. Someone had to be hiding inside. He began to bang on the door, leaving a fist print in blood with every strike. The sharp crack of an automatic rifle was his response. A small chunk of pavement exploded to his left. He pressed himself against the door, trying to see who was shooting at him and where they were. Another shot, much closer this time, another puff of concrete next to his foot. "The next one has your name on it, fella!" A voice above him, "Get the fuck away from that door!" "Please! I've got nowhere else to go! Help!" "Sorry to ruin your day, but you can go fuck yourself. Not letting a messed up shit like you in here, you'd ruin the décor!" "Come on!" John was beginning to get desperate; the sun was falling faster and faster towards the horizon. He could already hear the skittering and chattering of the smaller creatures. "Let me in!" For which the man replied with another rifle shot. John gasped in pain, as the bullet struck his foot. He felt to the ground, clutching at it. He lay on his back, his breathing heavy and his clothes blood stained. He could almost feel the piercing gaze of the man fielding the rifle, and could just make out the glint of the fading sunlight on the metal of the gun. The whoosh of something that sounded like large leathery wings sounded in the sky, and he watched the winged creature crash into the building above him. Small chunks of glass rained down on John, causing him to cover his face with his arms. The sound of wretched screams and rifle shots rang out into the coming night. John pulled himself to his feet and limped away. Sorry to ruin your day, asshole. He glanced back at the building, but all was quiet now. His foot hurt, his side hurt and he was cold. He limped on. He collapsed on the ground a few minutes later, his breathing coming in short, laboured gasps. He rolled onto his back again, clutching at his side still. The wound had dried, bits of his shirt stuck deep into the crusted blood. His eyes began to darken, but he realized that was just the final rays of sunlight leaving the world. Far in the distance, he could make out the first tiny specks of light in the dusk sky. The stars. They always looked so different in this city, and he could never figure out why. His tired eyes began to close, and the bright stars faded away. Night fell upon the city. Sasha She had been wandering for hours, searching in and out of empty shops and deserted cafes. She had long since desensitized herself to the gore that was seemingly smeared on everything in this city. Sitting down carefully on a stretch of empty sidewalk, she rested her head in her hands. She could hardly remember anything that had happened. It was if she went to bed one night and when she awoke the next day, the city had been destroyed and turned into a haven for Hell's rejects. Or at least, that's how it seemed to her. She wore the uniform of a waitress in a diner, a nametag with 'SASHA' printed on it was pinned to her blouse. Sasha glanced from side to side, watching as the sun rose higher and higher into the sky. If she had to guess, she would assume it was noon. But none of the clocks around here worked. Even her watch had stopped, the arms stuck at 6 and 8. There seemed to be small pockets of the city with electricity, some appliances worked here and there. She had tried to find some food, but most of it was rotten and crawling with maggots. A bag of chips and a warm Coke had been her breakfast. Now she sat in an empty city, her only companions the corpses of people she never knew. Every now and then she got the feeling she was being watched, but couldn't see anyone obviously following her. Sasha told herself she was just being paranoid; that fear and irrationality were trying to take over. She ran both her hands through her long blonde hair, resisting the urge to break down in desperate tears. The sun began to beat down harder upon her, forcing her to stand up and find some decent shade. She found herself in front of a very large, very government-like building. It seemed to be the most official building in this area, with metal detectors at every door. She cautiously approached, noticing that the carnage and destruction seemed to get worse and worse the nearer she got to it. She slipped through one of the broken glass doors, stepping carefully over shards of shattered glass. Sasha stood in the massive lobby of this building, slowly exhaling in one long breath. Bullet holes lined the walls in abstract lines, followed closely by smears of blood and what looked to be extremely large scratches in the black marble walls. Bodies of security guards lay freshly gutted, pools of dark blood almost dry beneath them. Two sets of stairs led to the upper floor, and then to a pair of elevators. She climbed the stairs slowly, stepping over bodies and nearly slipping a few times in pools of blood. Not knowing what else to do, Sasha pressed the only button she could see. A small arrow lit up, followed by the mechanical sound of cables moving and machines whirring. Sasha waited, trembling slightly. The elevators seemed to take forever, judging by the numbers above each door. She wondered if they were actually safe, what if they had been damaged in whatever had happened here? Her arms began to rub her upper arms, as a chill breeze washed over her. She tapped her foot impatiently, her grey eyes following the numbers as each elevator descended at an agonizingly slow pace. Then the elevators stopped, both of them on the same floor. She looked upwards, but couldn't see anything. All that she could see was an impossibly dark ceiling, an abyss. She was startled by the sound of the elevators starting up again. They were descending again, but much faster this time. Sasha took a few steps back from the doors as panic began to wash over her body. The numbers ticked down, quickly approaching the floor she assumed was on. Ding. Sasha cringed, tensing her body in anticipation of whatever might be waiting just behind those doors. She was sure that whatever had done such damage to the lobby, had to be lurking just beyond the elevator doors. The doors to both elevators opened slowly, revealing warm light and soft music to Sasha. No serial murderers, no waves of blood, nothing. She breathed a soft sigh of relief, chastising herself for being so foolish. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment; she stepped into one of the elevators. She stood inside, listening for a moment to the music. She tried to remember the song, but couldn't. Her attention turned to the panel beside the door. Instead of the floor numbers, she was faced with a blank panel. She leaned close to it, trying to figure out what to do. Sasha ran her fingers over the smooth metal panel, searching for a button or anything that might reveal the controls. Nothing. She leaned against the far wall of the elevator car, her arms crossed over her chest. She stared at the panel, frustration beginning to get the best of her. She glanced around the rest of the elevator, marveling at how relatively clean it was compared to the lobby. There were maybe a few splashes of blood on the floor, but that was it. It made no sense; but then again, nothing made sense anymore. The doors began to slowly close, the mechanisms hardly making a sound. Sasha swallowed once, a lump in her throat as the doors closed and the horror of the lobby disappeared. Silence filled the elevator, as even the music slowly faded away. Did it fade away or was it turned off? Sasha couldn't distinguish between the two. She moved away from the wall, turning her attention to the metal panel again. She laid her palm flat against it for a moment, and the sudden sound of gears whirring startled her. She jumped back, as the elevator began to descend. The elevator moved very rapidly, the sound of walls rushing passed filled the small elevator car. Sasha slumped down into a sitting position in a corner, her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. She trembled, closing her eyes tightly, wishing over and over that this wasn't happening. And before Sasha could get a firm hold on what was happening, the elevator stopped. It jolted to a stop, sending her flailing forward, landing on her elbows and knees. She gasped, wincing with pain. She looked up, as the doors parted. They opened to a pitch-black hallway, with a single red light at the end of it. The light from the elevator illuminated a few feet in front of her, but the darkness seemed to swallow up any light. Sasha exited the elevator slowly, reaching out for a wall to her left. She leaned against it for a moment, her heart beating loud in her ears. She trembled again, inching her way forward towards the red light. Step by step, one foot in front of the other. She glanced back behind her, watching as the last of the elevator's light faded away with the closing doors. All she could see now was the red light in front of her. She clung to the wall, her hands groping and clutching at it. She reached the red light, and by now, her breathing was heavy, each gasp of air echoing down the hallway and back to her. She ran her hands quickly through her hair, staring at the red light. She reached towards it, placing a finger over top of it. She pushed inwards. The red light flicked off, plunging her into darkness. Sasha began to panic, groping in the darkness for the button again, but she couldn't find it. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as fear took hold of her. "Come on!" She screamed into the darkness, frustration and anger coursing through her words. But nothing happened. She slumped against the nearest wall, the darkness wrapping itself around her. Tears slowly fell from her eyes, and she sniffled once. The noise echoed back to her again. She cried openly, trapped in a hallway that held the vague scent of fresh blood. The click of a door unlocking shook Sasha from her crying, causing her to scramble awkwardly to her feet. Another lock clicked open, followed closely by another. A door in front of Sasha slid open, pouring light into the black hallway. She stepped inside the revealed room, gasping. If anything, the horror in here was worse than anywhere else she had seen so far. Blood seemed to be dripping from everywhere, from the walls, from the ceilings; collecting in large pools on the floor. Sasha took a few more steps inside, trembling, her arms wrapped around herself. A wall of video screens adorned one wall, with a set of computer monitors just below them on a wide desk. A body was slumped on top of the desk, a gaping hole in its back where its spine should be. Papers were strewn across the desk, but most were covered in blood and were illegible. A few of the screens were still working, spots of red splashed upon them. Sasha watched them, her eyes taking in images of either empty white rooms or the city streets. Nothing moved. She glanced down, trying to read one of the documents on the desk. The document spoke of something called Project: Isla III, and when it would be ready. She leaned closer, attempting to smear away some blood with her hand so she could read the rest. She missed the new image that made its way across one of the screens: a twisted visage of a creature that shouldn't exist. It turned towards the camera, as if staring directly at Sasha. It smiled and disappeared. Sasha glanced up at the screens, but saw nothing but the empty rooms. She leaned in close, her eyes searching the screens for a sign of anything. Maybe a rescue party, someone to explain what had happened to this town. A low groan made Sasha's eyes widen, and she stood perfectly still. She trembled, waiting to hear it again. Another groan, followed by a curse. She turned to see a man clawing his way out of the pile of bodies across from her. She rushed over to him, grabbing one of his arms and pulling him free of the gore. Blood smeared from his clothes onto hers. She dragged him away from the pile of corpses and propped him up against a desk. He was breathing heavily, coughing, sputtering. She knelt in front of him, unsure of what to do. She'd never taken a first aid course, and couldn't even identify what was wrong with him. He was covered in blood, but whether it was his or not, she couldn't say. And now she was covered in it as well. She looked around the room for something to clean him up with, but the room was bare except for the computers and documents and most of those were covered in blood anyways. He took a deep breath, gulping at the fresh air. "Are you alright? Are you hurt, uhm, anywhere?" She asked quietly, timidly, trembling as her eyes took in this man smothered in gore. He nodded his head slowly, his hands reaching up and carefully rubbing the blood from his eyes. He opened them, surprised by what he saw. "Yeah, I'm fine, sort of, yeah." He attempted a smile, but failed. He blinked a few times, taking in her at first, then the room around them. Sadness fell upon his face then, as the bodies of his former co-workers came into focus. He shook his head slowly, rubbing at the blood on his hands. Sasha waited quietly, unsure of what to do now. She had given up hope of meeting another human being, and now, sitting in front of her, covered in blood and weeping for his friends, was someone else. "We can't stay here." He said quietly, awkwardly breaking the silence that had fallen between them. "We're not safe at all... they'll be back to finish us both off now." "Wha... where do you suggest we go? The lobby, up there," she gestured towards the ceiling. "Is all destroyed." There was another door in this room, which she had briefly noticed when she entered. Obviously, the large pile of bodies was more pressing to her attention. "We take the elevator. Down. There is a passage that leads into the underground pipe systems beneath the city... we can escape through there." He spoke so calmly, as if he had been prepared for something like this to happen. It sounded so well planned out. But Sasha could hardly refuse, the idea of seeing her family again flashing into her mind. She nodded slowly, and helped him to his feet. He wobbled, and she caught him. With his arm draped over her shoulder, resting some of his weight on her, they made their way through the door. It opened easily enough; a quick swipe of a security card that hung from his neck opened it for them. They followed a long passage away from the room, and down so many stairs that Sasha was beginning to wonder if they would ever stop. They had to stop a few times, their heavy breathing echoing loudly in the stairwell. The stairwell was poorly lit, with only every second light bulb being lit, and most of the time it would flicker out for a few moments, plunging them into semi-darkness. Another door. More security locks and key card swipes. Question after question arrived in Sasha's mind, but she held herself back from asking them, holding out on the hope that they would escape, and all questions would be answered. Something was fundamentally wrong with this place, perhaps this entire city, that much she knew for sure. They walked together for what seemed like ages, following so many twists and turns that Sasha knew she would never be able to find her way back, if the need should arise. They arrived at what seemed to be the final door in a long hallway, and the final key card swipe. The door opened into a smallish sort of room, with what seemed like a small freight elevator in the middle. Sasha almost smiled, their freedom guaranteed by this piece of machinery. "We have to go one at a time. It can't handle the both of us. Here, take this," he removed the key card from his neck and handed it to her. "You go first, and send it back up for me. I need to rest." He looked horrible, sweat was pouring from his forehead and his face looked gaunt. Every breath was laboured and ragged. She took the key from him and nodded, stepping onto the small platform. The elevator had a single railing, and a small control panel with an arrow pointing up and an arrow pointing down. She pressed the down arrow, nodding at him. He managed a weak smile, pulling himself towards the elevator as she descended. He watched her descend, the elevator moving quickly enough. Sasha glanced around the elevator shaft, as she passed below the floor. She took a deep breath, her nostrils filling with the smell of well-oiled machinery. She looked up at him, maybe ten feet above her. "Its about a fifty feet to the bottom, when you get to the bottom just press the up arrow there and it'll come back up." Sasha nodded, her eyes suddenly widening. She opened her mouth to scream, as a large black shape loomed behind him. It reached forward, placing one hand upon his shoulder and the other on the side of his head. He screamed, but it was cut short as the creature tore his head from his shoulders in one swift movement, a fountain of blood gushing out in a flurry of red droplets. Sasha screamed, as she was speckled with fresh blood. The elevator continued to descend at its present pace, and she grabbed at the control panel. She pressed both buttons, over and over. Still it descended. The creature leaned over the edge, a dark silhouette leering at her. She could almost make out its features, soulless eyes boring straight into hers. She thought she saw it lick its lips in anticipation. The creature slipped over the edge towards her. The elevator stopped at the bottom floor and Sasha screamed. The City Pt. 01 His apartment made my place look like a dump. Which it was, really. Andy's place was what was called a "loft". Basically the whole thing was one big room, except for the bathroom in one corner. The ceiling was all beams and pipes and duct-work all painted black and the walls were white, what I could see of them. Most of his furniture was black, including the cover on the king sized bed over on one side. Where most people would have pictures on the walls, Andy had bookshelves which were overflowing with books of every type. Everything was clean and fairly well organized. Andy walked into the modern looking kitchen and checked on something in the oven. With his head down in the oven, he said "Good timing! The garlic bread has about five more minutes!" I looked around the place and whistled softly. It was huge and open and twice the size of my little dumpy apartment. Almost the entire front wall was windows, the old industrial type that levered open from the bottom and had the safety glass with the little wires running through it. They cast everything in a strange light, but it fit the place perfectly. "This place must cost you a fortune." "Not really. My dad used to own the building, so I got the family discount." "Used to? Who owns it now?" "I do. Now I get a much better discount." "Oh... wow." Andy was busily setting the table with food and running back and forth from the kitchen. Even his oven mitts were black! I rolled my eyes and grinned. Mostly I just watched him as he moved. Those jeans and t-shirt were so tight I could see his muscles rippling with every motion. And I could tell every time he turned towards me that either Andy was really well hung or a little bit excited. I was pretty glad that I had worn loose pants myself. My dick was doing a little mambo around in my pants. He held up the two bottles I had brought and said "Wine, whiskey or water? Before, after or during?" It took me a second. Then I said "Water during, whiskey after. Save the wine for your girlfriend." He shot me a look and said "No girlfriend, Alex. I think you know that." He gave me another look and said "That was pretty good, though. One point for you." I held up my hands in mock surrender. "If we're going to have a battle of wits, wait until I'm off the pain meds. I'll have a fighting chance that way." He just grinned back at me. We mostly did small talk while we ate dinner. Andy had made spaghetti with lots and lots of meat in the sauce and some tangy cheese I didn't recognize but loved. The garlic bread was crunchy but not too hard and the salad was crisp and loaded with things I probably shouldn't have been eating. In between bites he quizzed me about doing my exercises and whether or not I had been walking enough. After a few minutes of that I rolled my eyes and sighed "Yes, mother!" which made him have an attack of the giggles. Afterward I tried to help with the dishes but he would have none of it. Andy turned me out of his kitchen and said "Over there on my desk. There's a pile of books I want you to look at. The reason I got you over here tonight. Well..." he paused "One of the reasons, anyway." There were several books in the pile. The ones on top were paperbacks and the bottom of the pile were hardcover textbooks of some sort. They were (in loose order): "How To Be Your Own Private Detective" "Learn To Be A PI - A Home Study Course" "How To Find Anyone Anywhere Anytime" "Internet Private Eye" "A Casebook In Crime Scene Analysis" "Fingerprint Detection, Analysis and Processing" I raised my eyebrows. Some of it was just fluff from people trying to sell books online, but a few of them were serious stuff. "Thinking about changing jobs are you?" I asked. Andy came in from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel that he slung over his shoulder. He leaned against the desk with his arms folded and said "Actually, I got these for you, Alex." "I know how to be a detective, Andy. I am one. Er... I was one, anyway." "But what are you going to do now?" I didn't have a clue. I'd been so intent on healing up that I hadn't given a new job much thought. I figured I might go into security consulting or something like that. Or maybe ditch the coat and tie and be a night watchman somewhere quiet. "Hmmm... A private detective? I dunno, Andy. It's not all Magnum PI, you know. Hell, it's not the Rockford Files, either. Unless you get on with one of the bigger outfits, you don't end up with a lot of high paying jobs. Mostly divorce and industrial theft cases." The expression on his face told me several things. One, that he was concerned about me. Two, he really wanted me to look into this PI thing and three, he had something else he wanted to get off of his chest. I patted the pile of books and said "I'll look them over, though. Maybe it will be just the thing, you never know. Maybe I would make a good PI." Andy brightened and tossed the kitchen towel over onto the back of one of the dining room chairs. He walked over to the couch and picked up my tweed jacket where I had folded it over the back of one of the cushions. Looking at me, he said "Do you mind?" indicating the jacket. I shrugged. The young man slipped his arms into the sleeves of my jacket and pulled it up over his shoulders. I was about seven inches taller and quite a bit broader across the chest than he was so it fit him like a circus tent. When he pulled it across his chest, I saw him lower his head and inhale through his nose deeply. His hands crossed across his chest like he was hugging himself with my coat. I would have happily used my arms instead. Slipping his hand down in the pocket, Andy pulled out my old pipe. A light came on in his eyes and he stuck the pipe in his mouth and looked at me. He held his hands behind his back and rocked back and forth on his heels. Using a phony British accent slightly muffled by the pipe in his teeth, he said "I suppose you're wondering why I've called you here today." I grinned and raised my hands. "I didn't murder Lady Windamere, you're not Sherlock Holmes, there's no butler in residence..." I pointed a finger at him and continued "Your pipe is upside down and yes, I am wondering." Andy's eyes crossed as he looked at the pipe and he took it out of his teeth and stuck it back in my jacket pocket. For the first time since I made his acquaintance, Andy looked a little unsure of himself as he slipped my coat off and hung it back over the couch cushion. Turning away from me he said "Would you like that drink now? I know I could use one!" We sat on the couch and sipped our drinks. I had to fight the urge to down mine in one swallow. It would have gone right to my head. Andy seemed a little unsure of what he was going to say or how he was going to say it. I figured there were several options. Either he noticed that I was interested in him and either was or wasn't interested in me, or he wanted something from me that had to do with an investigation. I decided to get the cat at least partway out of the bag. I pointed at the pile of books on the desk and asked "So, why the interest in the private dick business?" I immediately regretted my choice of words there but I chose to pass it by and move on quickly. "Do you need somebody followed? Is there a mystery to be solved? A missing heir or some stolen antiques?" I waggled my eyebrows and added "On the trail of a certain statue of a bird?" I gestured with my hands, holding them about a foot apart. "About so high, painted black?" I caught him with his glass to his lips with that one. I didn't think he'd catch the reference but he surprised me and did. He snorted and suddenly there was a fine mist of whiskey in the air between us. He clapped one hand over his mouth and the other tried to set the glass down on the table and missed several times before he succeeded. Andy convulsed a few times until I thought he was choking and then broke out in a barely controlled guffaw behind his hand. He shook his head and waved his hand at me to stop until he got himself under control again. "Another point for you." He said, holding up one finger. I buffed my fingernails against my shirt and said "I could do this all night. But let's cut to the chase, Andy." I waved my hand at the books and the dinner table and the apartment in general. "What are you getting at with all of this?" That sobered him up a little. He leaned slightly forward and looked down at the floor. "When I have a particularly...difficult patient... I try to find a way to get past whatever is blocking them from full recovery. I do my best to find out what would motivate them the most to get them well the quickest. It's what I do." "You are very good at what you do, Andy. Was I that difficult?" He nodded. "Yes, you were, Alex." He looked up at me and continued "You had already chased away three of the best we had. You're a real grumpy bastard sometimes." There was a slight pause and before I could say anything he remarked "The day they came in and gave you your medical retirement papers I thought you were going to hit somebody. I really thought we were going to have to sedate you that day." I felt a little color flush my cheeks. "Sorry about that. I let my frustration get the best of me, I guess." He waved a hand "It's okay. That's over now and we're moving on, right? So I thought: Here's a guy. A detective and a pretty good one from what your cop buddies say about you. He can't be a policeman anymore, so what else can he be?" He pointed at the books and said "A private detective. Simple." I started to open my mouth to say something and he cut me off. "Let me finish, Alex. You got me started and I want to get it all out before I lose my nerve. Like I said, I was looking for something to motivate you to get past your injuries and get moving again. I figured the PI thing was a no brainer. But then...while we were doing your therapy, I noticed something else that seemed to...motivate you...considerably." I realized what he was talking about and flushed a little. "Look, I..." He waved me to a stop again. "I looked around, Alex. There weren't any pretty girls in the room at the time. It was pretty apparent that you were attracted to me." "Hell, is there anybody there that wasn't?" I said, trying to cover my embarrassment with bravado. "You're probably the hottest person in that whole hospital." "Not the hottest." He looked at me and I raised an eyebrow and snorted. He laid a hand on my knee, stroking gently up and down and said "When I was sitting there with your leg in my lap and I could see you getting a hardon every time..." He raised an eyebrow back at me and said "Every time. Every. Single. Time. And it was only a few inches away from my hands. Do you know how bad I wanted to reach up under your robe right there and see if it was as big as it looked? Do you have any idea..." He continued as I could feel my prick getting hard in my pants at his words and his touch on my knee "How many times I went into the bathroom and jerked off after our sessions? Every. Single. Time." I laid my hand over his, both for the touch and to stop him from moving it around. I was getting so hard it was starting to be a bit uncomfortable. "And I went back to bed and jerked off under the covers. Every. Single. Time, Andy." His hand tightened on my knee a little and he leaned forward. "I wish I could have helped you with that. But you were still my patient." "I'm not now, though." He nodded and smiled, his hand still squeezing my knee just a little. "So, do you get hard every time a man touches you?" I shrugged. "No. Not all the time. It depends on where he's touching me, of course." I shook my head. "With you, it doesn't seem to matter where. I think if you were touching my big toe I'd still get a hardon." He gave a small chuckle and looked down at my foot. "Shall we try it and see?" I lifted my foot and said "You can try, but I don't think it's possible for it to get any harder right now." "And there it is, only inches away from my hand once again." "Yeah, it's funny how that keeps happening, isn't it?" With every breath, Andy was getting closer and closer to me. I knew that in a moment or two he was going to kiss me and just knowing it was going to happen was driving me crazy. I wanted to just turn and leap on him but he seemed to have his own agenda going so I just waited. For a little while, anyway. Andy leaned just a hair closer and said "I thought, what with you starting a new career and all, that you might need a partner." "With the detective business?" He shrugged. "With that. And life... The universe... And everything." "Andrew Jones, if you even mention the number 42 I'm going to smack you." I reached out and patted his cheek and said "Then I'll say 'So long and thanks for all the fish' as I walk out the door." "You wouldn't." "I would. I'd regret it for the rest of my life, but I think I'd have to. And that... " I said "Would be a crying shame." My hand slid from his cheek to the back of his neck and I pulled him into me. When we kissed there was no hesitation... no awkwardness... just passion, as it felt like our lips would fuse together like two strips of molten metal. I couldn't have waited any longer, anyway. If we didn't at least kiss, I was going to start screaming from built up tension. Andy's lips were warm and sweet and demanding. He turned and half laid in my lap as his arms went around my chest. Our tongues danced together and writhed around each other as we kissed and Andy made little groaning noises in the back of his throat. Like I said before, he was surprisingly strong. His arms gripped me like he was a man saving himself from drowning. And I clung to him just as hard, my hands sliding up and down his back, feeling his muscles ripple under my hands as we kissed. After a moment I could feel him move and Andy climbed up to straddle my hips. He settled with his crotch right over my prick and I could feel it nestle in between his ass cheeks encased in those tight pants and I could feel the bulge in the front of his pants poking me in the belly. My hands went to his slim tight waist and it almost felt like I could put my hands all the way around him. I couldn't of course, but it felt like it. Andy was so slim and trim he was almost petite in his frame. He made me very aware of the slightly paunchy ex-detective with large paws that I was. A small part of my mind wanted to stop and ask him "Why me?" but the rest of my mind was pumping a fist up and down in the air and yelling "Whoo Hoo!" My fingers gathered his t-shirt and pulled it out of the top of his pants and I pulled his shirt up to the bottom of his ribs. When my hands settled back on the warm skin of his waist again Andy jumped a little and pulled his lips away from mine saying "Your hands are cold." I shook my head, feeling a little bead of sweat forming on my forehead. "I don't see how." I said. "Feels like it's a hundred degrees in here." Andy leaned forward and kissed the sweat on my brow and whispered "It's just because you're overdressed." I nodded and grinned a little. "Really. Pants AND a shirt? In this weather? And after Labor Day? I'm just a fashion disaster, I guess." Andy just chuckled and started unbuttoning my shirt. While his hands were occupied I busied mine by sliding his tight t-shirt up even further, exposing his taut belly and the lower part of his chest. Andy's body was well tanned and smooth and firm. He could have been a GQ model or done infomercials for exercise equipment. I felt like a kid in a candy store. As Andy's nimble fingers worked their way down my shirt opening my buttons, I looked him in the eye and switched into my 'cop' voice and said "Sir, it is my duty to advise you at this time that if you continue with this course of action I will be consumed with an overwhelming need to..." I paused and searched for just the right phrase. "... to run rampant over your bones, as it were." "Run rampant over my bones?" he asked. "Are you sure that's the correct legal phrasing?" He finished unbuttoning my shirt and he pulled it out of the top of my pants and spread his hands over my chest, his fingers twining in the mat of grizzled dark hair. Andy's hands were soft and strong and extremely warm. It felt like he was groping me with an electric blanket. I shook my head. My hands slipped down to his hips and ground them down against mine, feeling his prick pressing into my belly through his tight jeans. "You have the right to continue to remove my clothing. Anything that you cause to harden will be held against you." Andy started to chuckle and I continued. "If you choose to give up the right to remove my clothing, yours will be removed for you. At that time you will be placed face down on the nearest soft horizontal surface and all effort will be made to extract your bodily fluids from you in a vigorous manner." He smiled softly at me again, his hands still running over my chest. Andy's eyes closed briefly and he gave a little shiver and made a noise that was almost a purr in the back of his throat. "I promise not to resist, officer." he said. "But keep your handcuffs handy just in case I change my mind." I started to reach for my belt, then said "They took my cuffs when they took my badge, Andy." "No problem. If it becomes necessary, I'll loan you mine." I just couldn't think of anything to say to that. I felt his body shift and Andy slid backwards on my lap a little. His hands dropped to my waist and I felt my blood pressure rise a few more degrees. My ears burned with heat and I could feel more sweat breaking out on my skin. Andy's nimble fingers quickly unbuckled my belt and drew it out of the belt loops and tossed it on the couch. The top button of my pants came open just as quickly. Andy looked down, his fingers grasping the tab of my zipper. I could feel my cock twitching beneath his hands as he pulled my zipper down on tooth at a time. Andy's warm brown eyes locked back on to mine and he said "I figured we would get the... hard... stuff out of the way first. That way the small talk afterward won't be quite so awkward." I just nodded. My zipper slid down and my boxers made a tent in my lap through the opening. Andy slipped off of my lap and knelt at my feet, pulling off my shoes and socks and tossing them aside. Then he leaned forward, slipping his fingers into the waistband of my pants, his face only inches away from the bulge of my prick. The sight of him kneeling in front of me with his face so close to my cock was making me tremble with anticipation. "Alex?" "Yes, Andy?" "Would you like me to suck your cock? Or would you prefer to fuck me first?" He paused and shivered again, just a little, before he continued. "Face down on the nearest horizontal surface?" I leaned down and put a hand on either side of his face and kissed him gently and said "You beautiful young man, you can do anything that your heart desires. But, ummm..." I paused, mentally slapping myself in the forehead. Andy just knelt there and looked at me while I fumbled around in my brain. "I don't have any... protection... with me. I guess I wasn't really prepared for this sort of thing happening." He smiled softly and put a hand in the center of my chest and patted me gently. "Poor Alex. You don't have to worry about that. I've seen your blood work results. I know it wasn't really ethical considering my intentions, but I always want to know who I am dealing with. You don't have anything I need to worry about. Apparently you have managed to be pretty careful about your partners. And I get tested at least once a year. I have a copy of my lab results if you would like to see them..." I shook my head. "That was my only concern, Andy. Please do carry on." The City Pt. 01 Andy grinned like a kid in a candy store and pulled my pants and boxers down and off in one movement. My prick sprang free and slapped me in the belly as it popped up. He just sat there for a moment, his brown eyes wide as he stared at my prick. Hell, I was a little impressed too. I don't think I had ever been so hard in my life. I had hardened to my full seven inches long and seven around. During pillow talk I always referred to it as 'the cube'. Just the thought of being able to fuck this gorgeous young man had me hard as a rock. He slid his hands slowly up my thighs towards my crotch. I could feel my balls drawing up with the sensation. After a couple of agonizingly slow moments, his hands wrapped around the shaft of my prick and he looked up at me, his eyes sparkling. "It's just as big and as beautiful as I dreamed it would be, Alex." "And your hands on me feel better than mine ever did." "Can I suck your cock, Alex?" I nodded. "You don't ever need to ask that, Andy. But I do hope you will ask me that often." Andy's hands were soft and warm and strong and felt better than almost anything I had ever felt... up to that point, anyway. His grip on me was firm as his hands stroked up and down my length, the foreskin slipping down and exposing the purple head of my prick. I could see the pre-come dribbling down. Andy used one finger and spread it all over the head. Suddenly it felt like I was sitting in an oven. I slipped my shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it on to the couch. Slowly, teasingly, Andy moved closer and closer to my upstanding prick. He kept up a steady rhythm with his hands as he stroked me. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, he pressed his sweet lips to the tip of my cock. Andy's tongue darted out and swirled over the head. Somebody groaned aloud. I think it was me. One of his arms went around my back and he pulled me forward on the couch until my butt was closer to the edge. That way he could just rest on his haunches and not have to lean so far forward. I was more than happy to oblige. Andy looked up at me, the head of my cock just below his chin. "Alex, will you do something for me? Something I've wanted you to do for awhile?" I spread my hands. "I am at your disposal." "Will you come in my mouth?" Augh. As if I wasn't fighting that very thing even as we spoke. Actually at the moment I fighting against coming all over his chin and lower face. I had to do a little deep breathing and maybe a few math problems to distract myself. I reached down and cupped his cheek in my palm, stroking his soft skin with my thumb. "The possibility of that outcome, so to speak..." I said "Is entirely in your hands." He rolled his eyes a little and shook his head. "You never stop, do you?" "It's a detective thing, I think." Then it was my turn for my eyes to roll. But mine rolled up into my head as Andy opened his mouth and engulfed the head of my cock with his soft lips and sucked on me gently. He made little humming noises in the back of his throat that made me want to fly up to the roof and crow at the top of my lungs. He sucked on my prick the same way he had reached for it, in a slow and teasing way. Just enough to keep me good and hard and make little lights flash inside my head but not enough to make me come right away. I just hung there, teetering on the edge, windmilling my arms back and forth in a metaphorical sense. In reality, one hand rested in his brush of short thick hair as his head bobbed up and down in my lap while the other mauled one of his couch cushions. My toes were curled up so hard I thought I might make claw marks on his hardwood floor. Whoever that was that was moaning earlier started up again. Oh lordy mercy that felt good. Even with the combination of good whiskey and pain pills in my system I was zipping along like a sewing machine plugged into a 220 outlet by mistake. I felt one of his warm soft hands move down and cup my balls in his palm. Not squeezing or rolling them around, just holding them gently the way I liked it. It felt like Andy could read my mind and knew exactly what I wanted. When I looked down at him, I could see his eyes staring up at me, watching for my reactions. Just the sight of Andy on his knees between my legs with his mouth full of my hard prick made my reality wobble a little bit. I wondered if I was going to wake up in the hospital again and find out this was all a medication dream. But this felt way too good to be a dream. And if it was, I wanted more of that medication. I said "I hope you know what you're doing, young man." Andy didn't stop, but he paused the motion of his hands and mouth for a second and raised an eyebrow at me. "If you keep doing that I'm going to want you to do it again and again. And more than that it's going to make me want to crawl into bed with you and fuck that sweet gorgeous body of yours hard and long and fill you with my come as often as I can." I stopped and groaned as Andy increased the suction on the head of my prick and moaned a little in the back of his throat. "And of course" I continued "I'm going to want to find out what makes you come hard and fast and do it again and again until your body or mine can't take it anymore." His hand tightened on the shaft of my cock and he stroked me a little faster. His eyes closed for a second and he shivered which send waves of pleasure up my spine. "So Ohhhhh... In short, Andrew Jones, Aaahhhh... If there's anything you want Aaahhhh! From me... Ohhhhhh... ask me now... Ohhhh... I am at your mercy." Andy's lips slid up my prick slowly and the head popped out of his mouth. He stared at me, his warm strong hand still stroking me up and down, the head of my prick rubbing against his lips. When he spoke it was like my cock was a microphone, vibrating with his words. "For now all I want is for you to come in my mouth, Alex. Anything else can wait for later." "I think" I said, sweat trickling down into my eyes "That I can do that." It wasn't much long after that I lifted my hips with a groan and shot long strings of my jism into Andy's hot sucking mouth and both felt and heard him swallowing all that I had to give him. Who said that Physical Therapists were interested in causing nothing but pain? A few moments later, when I was able to catch my breath again, Andy pulled me to my feet and into his arms. He lifted his face to mine and we kissed again. The residual taste of my come in his mouth took nothing away from the experience. I would have happily spent the rest of my life exploring those lips, let alone the rest of him. I started trying to pull his tight t-shirt up again and Andy stepped away from me. I was worried just for a moment, then he took me by the hand and led me over to the large bed in one corner of the room. He had me lay down on the soft mattress and then stepped around to the end of the bed and just looked at me for a moment, his hands on his hips. Then very slowly his hands slid up his sides and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and very slowly pulled it up, exposing his chest one little bit at a time until he pulled it over his head and tossed it to the floor. Good gawd he has beautiful. Hard sculpted muscle with just a thin layer of fat to soften the edges. He wasn't cut, all bulging muscle and popping veins, more well defined like a professional athlete. His chest was hairless, but there was a small patch of fur starting just below his navel disappearing down into his tight jeans. And as my eyes traced that line of hair down, his hands blocked my view as his fingers unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and slid the zipper down. My eyes followed the movement down like a cat mesmerized by a toy on a string. Andy wasn't wearing any underwear and I could see the top of his shaft as it disappeared down his pants. His thumbs went to the sides of his jeans and he slid them down off of his hips and stepped out of them. I got just a fleeting glimpse of a good sized semi erect prick swinging beneath him as he crawled up onto the bed and lay down on his belly next to me, his head resting on his folded arms. "So" he said, his eyes twinkling with a little bit of mischief "Do you come here often?" "Just the once, so far" I replied "But I'm hoping my luck will change soon." "Me, too!" "Andy..." I just couldn't stop my eyes from sweeping up and down the lines of his body. The way he was laying made all the muscles in his arms and upper back stand out in sharp relief. Strong looking well muscled legs like someone who jogged five miles a day and an extremely cute and pert fanny that poked up and looked as soft and inviting as a brand new feather pillow. A matched set of feather pillows. I almost had to wipe my chin. "Yes, Alex?" "... God damn you're beautiful." He chuckled and said "Beauty is only skin deep." I shook my head. "Nope. Yours goes all the way to the bone, junior. I know about these things. I've been around for a long time." I reached out and poked him in the shoulder. "You need to learn to respect the opinions of your elders, boy." He rolled his eyes and grinned. "Okay, dad!" I waved a hand. "Oh no. Not dad. I aint your daddy. That sort of thing isn't legal in this state." "Grandpa, then?" "Don't make me come over there!" Andy turned on his side and raised his arm. "Yes, do come over here, Alex." We were only laying about a foot apart but I savored each inch of the journey into his arms. I don't think I could have stopped myself if I had wanted to. I was drawn to him like a metal filing to a strong magnet. One arm slid beneath his head and the other went around his back and I pulled him into my body and kissed him hard and deep. I slid a knee in between his thighs and pulled his hips up into mine. My prick was poking him in the hip and I could feel his pressing against my belly as it hardened between us. Andy moaned deep in his throat as we kissed and I rolled us a little more until he was almost on his back and his head was cradled in the crook of my elbow. Good god he was intoxicating. Holding him in my arms and kissing him just took up all of my senses at once. The sight and smell and taste and feel of him and that wonderfully sexy body was making my mind whirl around like a ping pong ball in a wind tunnel. Part of my brain was still marveling at the good fortune that had come my way. Under any other circumstances, I would have been happy just seeing Andy naked once. That picture would have satisfied me for a good long time. But now, holding him in my arms and practically raping his mouth with mine, only moments after he made me come down his throat, was like heaven on earth. I could have died happy at that moment. Luckily for me, there were many many more of those moments to come. Time for dying later. I was busy! My hand slid from the nape of his neck and down across his strong muscled back, stopping briefly at the small patch of fine hairs in the small of his back and then down to cup his ass in my palm. It felt perfect. Hard and soft at the same time. It was like someone had taken a poll of what everybody thought the perfect ass would be and combined all the best traits together and there was Andy. It was soft and stuck out just far enough to give it great definition and curve, but it was also well muscled and firm and the muscles in his butt flexed and twitched like it was trying to talk to me. I think I may have whimpered a little in joy at that touch. If I were a scientist or a poet I could have spent the rest of my life describing that ass in perfect detail. It would have decimated a forest for the need of enough paper for such a project. Were I able to tear myself away from him, I would have flown to the rooftop again and crowed my good fortune loud enough that everyone in the City would have known immediately how lucky I was. But tearing myself away was the last thing on my mind at that moment. I could feel Andy's hard prick twitching against my belly, oozing a bit of sticky precome on my skin and I wanted to get it in my hands (to start with, anyway) and see if it was as big as it felt between us. Reluctantly, I took my hand off of that perfectly wonderful ass and slid it up to his hip and rolled him a little further onto his back, making a gap between us. My fingers wrapped around the shaft of his prick and gave it a squeeze. I couldn't wrap my fingers all the way around his hard cock, and my hands are pretty good sized. It was a monster! Not one of those freak porn star sized pricks, but quite large. Bigger than mine, I'm sure. Easily the biggest cock I had ever gotten my hands on before. It felt like a bar of semi-molten steel wrapped in velvet. At my touch on his prick, Andy moaned against my mouth, then pulled his lips away from mine and laid his head back into the crook of my arm, his eyes squeezed tightly shut and his mouth open. My hand wandered up and down the length of his prick, squeezing and stroking. More sticky precome was leaking out. I tugged back his foreskin and spread the sticky slippery fluid all over the head of his cock with my thumb. Andy rotated his hips like he was fucking my fist. "Your cock is as beautiful as the rest of you, Andy." I said, marveling at the feel of it moving up and down in my fingers. "You are going to have a hard time getting my hands away from there, you know. I can't think of anything that would make me stop touching this awesome cock." I felt a hand on my cheek and I turned to look at Andy as he lay with his head in the crook of my arm. His eyes were open and he slipped his hand behind my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. Then, as his lips pulled away from mine he whispered "I want you to fuck me, Alex." An involuntary moan escaped from my lips before I even knew it was coming. A shiver ran through my body and my hand tightened on his prick, making Andy echo my sounds of pleasure. I nodded slightly and said "Another point for you. I didn't think anything could have distracted me. Damn, you're good!" Andy gave a quick smile and gently pulled my hand away from his hard cock. He turned away and rolled to the side of the bed, reaching for the night stand. There were some items there I hadn't noticed in the heat of the moment. One of which was a large glass of ice water. He offered it to me and asked "Drink?" I took it with a nod of thanks and drained almost half of the glass in a long series of swallows. I was so hot I'm sure it turned to steam when it hit my stomach. He took it back from my hand and finished it off and set it back on the table. Andy got up and grabbed one corner of the bedspread and the top sheet and folded them back. "Help me out here." he said. I rolled off the other side and together we folded them back over and over again and put them on the floor at the foot of the bed in a neat stack. "Black sheets?" I asked. "Who has black sheets?" He just smiled and reached to the night stand and picked up a large towel and unfolded it in the center of the bed. It too, was black. Of course. I just rolled my eyes. He crawled up onto the bed and lay down on the towel on his side facing me. I crawled up on the other side and started to reach for him and he put a hand in the center of my chest and stopped me gently. "I want you to just watch for a moment." he said. "I want you to see how much I want you to fuck me." I raised an eyebrow and nodded. Andy rolled over on his stomach and pulled a tube of lubricant out from under one of the pillows. Flipping the top, he got a generous glob of the stuff on two of his fingers, then handed the tube to me. Reaching behind his back, he slipped the fingers between the cheeks of that perfect ass and started smearing the lube all around slowly. It was making little wet squishy sounds as he smeared it around. Andy brought his hand back up and held it out to me. "More, please." he said. I applied another glob of lube to his fingers and they disappeared in between his butt cheeks again. After a couple of seconds Andy took a deep breath and I saw his middle finger slipping deeper between his cheeks. I couldn't actually see it penetrating his asshole, but I knew that it was. He sighed deeply as it slipped up inside him. He rolled his hips and sighed again. Then took another deep breath as the digit slipped out and he put his first finger alongside of it and slid them both up into his ass again, stretching him open. "Aaahhhh..." he sighed. "I've done this a few times, Alex. Imagining it was your cock spreading me open." He turned his head and stared into my eyes. "I've wanted you inside me for a long time." Andy's hips slowly ground into the mattress like he was fucking it. "I've laid here in this bed and pretended that you were here with me..." His fingers moved in and out a little faster. "I've though about what it would be like to have that big prick of yours inside of me, splitting me open and making me come..." I could see the muscles in that perfect ass of his squeezing his hand as it thrust between them. "Oh god, Alex." he moaned breathlessly. "I want you to fuck me." I started to move towards him and Andy slid his fingers out from between his ass cheeks and took the lubricant from my hand. As I rose up on my knees, he got more lube and reached for my prick, which was standing straight out from my crotch like a timber. His strong warm fingers pulled back my foreskin and smeared my cock with lube from one end to the other. Just the touch of his fingers on my member made me shiver with delight. Andy wiped his hand off on the towel beneath him and rolled over on his back, his legs spread wide apart, soft and inviting. "Come here, Alex." he said softly. "I want you on top of me." As I moved in between his legs Andy lifted his calves up around my ribs and his hand went between our bodies and grabbed my prick and guided it towards his ass. I moved closer and I could feel his feet on my butt, pulling me forward. When the head of my cock pressed against the opening to his ass, I felt it tighten and then relax as he pulled me ever forward and inside him. Over the sound of the blood rushing in my ears I could hear Andy making little sounds of mixed pain and pleasure as my prick levered past the ring of muscle guarding his rectum. When the head popped inside we both made a gasp of relief and after only a slight pause Andy continued pulling me deeper and deeper inside his body until I could feel his prick pressed up against my belly and the warm soft mounds of his ass brushing my upper thighs. I was all the way up inside of his tight hot ass. His arms and legs were wrapped around my body like he was falling and I was a parachute. We stayed frozen in that position for a few moments, each of us lost in our own version of heaven as our bodies adjusted to one another. Each time Andy breathed in his channel tightened down on my prick just a little and it was doing interesting and probably unhealthy things to my blood pressure. That in turn made my prick twitch just a little and gave him a little hitch in his breathing. It felt like if we stayed that way too long we would both end up passing out from lack of oxygen. Andy pressed his feet into the small of my back and rolled his hips upward slightly, moving me just a little inside of him. "Oh god, Alex." he breathed. "That feels better than I dreamed it would." His arms tightened on my back and he pulled me in for another quick kiss. Pulling back slightly he spoke right into my lips. "I love feeling your cock inside me, Alex. You're so big and so hard." His eyes opened and he looked right into mine. "Please fuck me, Alex." Hey, I could do that. It was something that was right on the top of my agenda at the moment. But for the moment I just had to pause and bite my lip to keep from unloading inside him right then and there. If I hadn't just come in his mouth a few minutes ago I'm sure I would have shot my load as soon as I got inside of that perfect ass. I'd fucked a few men in my life. Not many, but a few. None of them ever felt as good as Andy did. The City Pt. 02 Chapter 4 – Botany Leila and Sunny awoke a few hours later. To Sunny's surprise there seemed to be little embarrassment between them despite the fact the two friends had spent hours licking demon jism off each other and had awoken still wrapped in each other's beautiful bodies. After pulling themselves off the cold stone ground, they had quickly started dressing, as they did so Sunny went to apologise and explain – she felt terrible for being the one to get fucked by a demon, and worse, drag Leila into it too. "Just forget it ever happened Sunny." Leila said, stopping Sunny speaking. "We knew this sort of thing might happen. Let's forget it. Move on with the expedition and try to avoid any more demons in the future." "Okay agreed." Sunny replied, though in truth she didn't agree. The demon creatures and Leila had given her a sexual experience like nothing she'd ever imagined. As she watched Leila pulling on her tiny panties her eyes fixed on Leila's curves. She wanted nothing more than to pull the panties off again and shove her tongue back into Leila's cunt. It was just a shame Leila clearly didn't feel the same way. "Come on let's get back to the others." Leila sternly said as she pulled the last of her clothes on. "Yeah okay." Sunny answered. "They were odd creatures though." "What were?" Leila asked as the pair started the way back towards their base camp. "Those pod things, that...um...fucked me." As Sunny spoke she felt a longing in her pussy for another session with the spunk filled creatures. "I mean they weren't anything like any other demon or monster I've read about. Now I think about it maybe they were created by the people that lived in the city." "What do you mean?" Leila asked suspiciously, clearly talking about them was making her uncomfortable but Sunny just couldn't think about anything else. "Well I think they might have been like sex toys. The way they...um...the things they did to me..." Sunny could actually feel her wetness soaking her white panties as she talked. "It was as if they were programmed to fuck a girl perfectly. Their goal was to give as much pleasure as possible." "How can you say that?" "Umm...well...they only came when I did." Sunny answered, a little embarrassed now but not wanting to stop, hoping that just maybe Leila was getting as horny as she was. "What about all the jism then? Why so much?" Leila asked sternly, still not a hint of arousal in her voice. "Well that was the best part." Sunny quickly replied, pausing the second she realised what she'd said. Leila had stopped dead in the tunnel and was staring at her. She knew she just had to carry on. "I mean...um...if there were a few of you...and you were into orgies. And I think the people that lived here were right?" "Yes, I would imagine so. They were twisted servants of demons." Leila answered as she took a step toward Sunny. "Then they'd be a group of women who'd fuck the pod things to get started then they'd fuck each other whilst covered in the cum...just like we did. The pod's jism making everyone super horny. I mean it let us fuck for hours – doing each other and licking it all up. I think if we hadn't been so greedy with it we could have gone on for days. The two of us fucking endlessly..." "Sunny...stop..." Leila whispered now only inches from her. "Please! Leila! Let's go back, find more of them. I want them to fuck us both then screw you again and again! Just like we did before!" Sunny couldn't stop herself, she had to ask and now all she needed was Leila to say yes. Instead the blonde Russian leant in and kissed her, their bodies and lips crushing together. They wrapped their arms around each each and Leila's scent filled Sunny's being, her pussy instantly got wetter and she relished the feeling of Leila's firm tits crushing against her own. But as quick as it started Leila pulled herself away. "Sunny! Stop it! We have to control ourselves. We can't let the demons control us." Leila shouted as she took several more steps back. "Leila, I'm sorry! I couldn't help it!" Sunny begged feeling more embarrassed than ever. "Okay. Just control yourself from now on." Leila replied, a little kindness in her voice now. "And once we're done here and back home maybe the two of us can take a weekend away – see how we really feel about each other away from the dark magic of this place. If we end up with our tongues buried in each other's pussies all weekend then I won't be too disappointed." And with that Leila strode off down the dark tunnel leaving Sunny standing there, stunned but a big smile on her face. ********** Marie Beaumont was bored. Sunny and the Russian bitch had been gone hours and hours, the fool Dmitri was getting worried, constantly fussing, but Marie really didn't care what happened to them so ignored him and all his worried bleating. She was just here for the plants, she'd never really cared about another person but plants she loved. Unfortunately none of the those in the cave were that interesting, a couple were from rather unusual genus but on closer inspection had been much less intriguing than Marie hoped and she'd quickly grown bored of it all. Yet despite the tedium and the boorish Russian, she'd stuck with Leila's command to stay where they were - it was not her first expedition and she knew the value of doing as the leader said. She may have had no interest in whether her comrades made it out alive but she was very keen that she did at least, and the best way to do that was stick to the plan. Though if something didn't happen soon she might begin to consider the alternatives, there was only so long she could keep herself amused studying the few plants in the cave and recalling memories of the brothels of Paris. Even her most recent visit to the young Yvette had distracted her for only a half hour, especially as Dimitri's presence stopped her recollection from getting suitably intimate and instead she'd just been left with a burning desire in her pussy and just as bored as before. She sat back down on one of their supply crates that Dmitri had dragged into the cave a couple of hours before, idly picking up a book left sticking out of the top of Sunny's rucksack. It was Sartre but an English translation. She threw it back down in disgust at such a heathen work. If the Indian bitch wanted to read such genius she could at least be bothered to learn French. She was about to try sleeping on the hard rock floor again when a dull crash echoed from one of the side tunnels that wound their way from the main tunnel Leila and Sunny had gone down. She grabbed a torch from the pile of equipment and slowly made her way towards the noise. As she reached the mouth of the main tunnel she realised Dmitri had wandered off, probably on one of his "patrols". He claimed to be "securing" the nearby tunnels but Marie was sure he was just going for a piss and didn't like to tell her. The silly fool seemed quite enamoured by her, though she wasn't quite sure why, she'd done nothing but be mean or distant to him since they'd met. Though maybe the couple of hours she'd spent bending over to unpack the night before whilst she'd rather deliberately thrust her arse towards him the whole time had done more than make him embarrassed - she'd done it to laugh at his discomfort but it may have had more effect. And how could she blame him? She knew she had a great butt, one that looked perfect in the tight brown combat trousers she wore. She ran her hand over one firm cheek, taking great pleasure in how good it felt, a self centred smile plastered on her face. Marie ended her vain introspection as a second crash, quieter than the first echoed down a tunnel to her right. Dmitri may have been a fool and easily hypnotised by her arse but she would have felt a little safer if his muscle and guns were nearby. "Dimitri!" She called out in her accented English. "Did you hear that?" There was no answer. "Dimitri! There's rock falling in the tunnel. Might be a cave in." In truth she thought it was probably just more rats like those they saw earlier but the threat of a cave in might get him here quicker. She swung her torch round into the dark tunnel and could see piles of freshly fallen rock, two large ones that she'd probably heard and perhaps a dozen smaller piles, all underneath gouges in the left hand wall. At first she couldn't see what created them, there was nothing obvious, then her torch showed several green roots poking through one of the smaller holes. Excited she had some work to do and a plant to examine she dashed forward, her brown boots, with stiletto heels rather unsuited to caves, almost slipping on the uneven rock. As she got closer she placed her torch on the top of one of the piles of rock and dirt, and had a careful look around. She could now see that each of the holes had been created by two or three of the plant roots. Each root was between one to three inches in diameter and made of a dark green, slightly rubbery flesh. Whatever plant they belonged to was obviously large and powerful if it had been strong enough to push its roots through the solid rock perhaps something akin to giant oak tree but underground. The idea rather excited Marie, an orchid or rose was pretty but her real favourites were mighty trees and giant bushes of the jungles and wilderness, they showed the true power of the world of flora. And now here was a species she didn't recognise at all – it could even be a new discovery. What was odd though was they way the roots seemed to have broken through all about the same time, normally the process could take weeks or months. It would be extremely unusual to find a plant, especially one so large, that could grow so quickly. Marie started to think that the expedition might not be a total waste of time after all. She bent down next to one cluster of roots and slid her hand along the rubbery flesh. It was softer than she had imagined and warm to the touch, perhaps not as warm as human skin but much warmer than a plant should be. It was rather odd. Marie jumped back as the root in her hand moved. She almost giggled at herself, she'd been a botanist for nearly ten years, moving plants should not come as such a shock, they were much more common than most people realised, but it had been rather sudden and there was strength in the movement. She bent back down again and saw that the root she'd touched was still moving, gently wriggling from side to side. She ran her soft hand over the root again and it clearly responded to her touch, moving faster and then gently wrapping around her lithe fingers whilst slowing rubbing against her skin. She smiled, it felt rather nice. Slowly she untangled her hand and quickly rubbed several more of the nearby roots. Each reacted the same, springing to life and moving around. Whenever she stopped her hand however the nearest roots would swiftly wrap around her, entangling around her fingers and sliding around in her palm. She then reached out and touched one of the thicker roots which was sticking nearly a foot out of the rock, the moment her fingers made contact it slid further out of the rock with astonishing speed and spiralled all the way up her tanned arm before the tip of the root reached out and began gently rubbing at her cheek. It seemed to be trying to find it's way into her mouth but couldn't quite reach. She instinctively turned away from it but it didn't feel that unpleasant to her. The root kept sliding over her face, it tickled a little but soon began to feel rather nice, Marie had never seen such interest in a human from a plant before, she felt honoured. She giggled a little at that thought before turning to give the root a brief kiss on its tip. She didn't know why she'd done it, it had almost been in jest, though they was something else in her thoughts too... The plant's reaction however was instant, as soon as her soft red lips touched the green flesh every single root exploded in movement, thrashing about and ripping their way out of the wall. Rock began crumbling all over the side of tunnel as the roots pushed their way further in and new ones began bursting out. Marie screamed, she didn't know what was going on, such extensive movement was not normal behaviour for any kind of plant. She tried to pull herself out of the grasp of the thick, green, tentacle root still wrapped around her arm but found it was now holding on tight, firmly grasping her in place. "Ahhhhh!" She screamed again. "Dmitri! Help!" A second root, one of the thick ones, suddenly grabbed at her leg. It wrapped it's way up her boot, passed her knee, twisting around her thigh, fiercely pushing further upwards. "Dmitri! Help!" There were three loud bangs, joined by another of Marie's screams and suddenly her leg was free. She turned to see Dmitri, rifle in hand standing at the tunnel mouth. He'd shot the root off, severing it where it burst from the rock wall. He bounded towards her, shouldering his rifle and pulling out a large knife. With a swift slash he cut through the one holding her arm even as he crushed a smaller pair of the wriggling roots beneath his combat boot. Now free Marie dropped back down the tunnel, the root wrapped around her arm fell away but the root around her leg was still locked around her despite it no longer being connected to the plant. It caused her to trip, tumbling onto her back. She cried out again, more in surprise than pain and was now sprawled out on the tunnel floor. Dmitri still stood by the wall, slashing again and again with his knife. He taken out several more of the tentacle roots but more were smashing their way out of the wall quicker than he could cut them. Several of the larger ones were now battering into his body, for some reason they seemed less keen on grabbing him than they had Marie. Marie hurriedly pulled the root from off her leg, as she did so sap from the cut end dribbled onto her bare hand. It was as sticky and viscous as she'd expect from such a large plant, what she didn't expect was the way it made her skin tingle, a warm and incredibly pleasant feeling from where the sap had touched her all the way up her arm. It made her shiver in pleasure. It made her want to taste the sap. It made her want to touch herself. Before she could even begin to consider what was happening the world fell apart as the entire section of the tunnel wall collapsed in front of her. She was far enough away to avoid the falling rocks but as the dust cleared it was obvious that Dmitri was not, he lay prone in the middle of the floor, blood dripping from several wounds. Yet that was not what drew Marie's attention for standing where the wall had been moment before was a giant botanical monstrosity. It turned out the roots were not roots after all but the tentacular appendages of the plant. The bulk of it's body was made up of scores of the writhing stems at the centre of which sat a thick trunk, it was both taller and wider than even Dmitri and seemed to be swaying around from side to side in a menacing fashion. Marie thought she should scream, to warn Dmitri to get up, to run from the extraordinary flora in front of her but she couldn't. She was too fascinated, too utterly entranced by the plant, it was simply incredible. As was the feeling of pleasurable warmth caused by the sap still running up her arm. Without another thought of Dmitri she lifted her hand to her mouth and licked the sap from her skin. The second it touched her tongue the same warmth shot down her throat and as the sap, sweet and delicious tasting, slipped into her mouth and down into her belly it spread across her whole body. It made her feel light, blissful and utterly happy though more a little horny too. She watched, slightly in a daze, as the plant ambled its way into the tunnel, one of its thickest tentacles wrapping around the prone Dmitri's throat and squeezing tight. Marie knew it was killing him but didn't care, the plant was amazing and Dmitri was pointless. Watching dispassionately as Dmitri's life was choked from him Marie picked up the discarded tentacle that had been wrapped around her leg and brought the severed end up to her mouth. Large globules of sap dripped into her open mouth, sliding between her soft red lips. She squeezed on the rubbery flesh and a thick stream poured out. Each drop tasted delicious and sent yet another shiver of pleasure through her body. She sighed in total joy as the last of the sap dripped into her belly and she tossed the appendage aside. She could feel herself beginning to get properly aroused as she idly watched the plant lift Dmitri's corpse into the air and fling it away into the cave behind it. Her nipples were hard, poking proudly through the thin cotton of her vest top. Whilst her pussy was getting very wet, as usual she wore no panties and already a damp patch was spreading across the fabric of her trousers. Now with Dmitri gone the giant plant turned its attention to Marie, slowly wobbling towards the girl lying on her back. It may have just killed Dmitri but somehow she knew it wouldn't hurt her, from the moment she'd first touched it they'd been a connection between them and now she'd do whatever it wanted, and she was sure she knew what that was. The Frenchwoman looked up at the demonic plant and said "You want to fuck me don't you?" The plant waved all its tentacles in response, she knew it did. "Then fuck me!" She begged as she tore off her vest, freeing her pert breasts, her light brown nipples now rock hard and yearning to be touched. Several of the plants tentacles reached out towards her legs and in moments had torn her trousers off too, leaving her naked except for her high heeled, brown leather boots. "That's it! Fuck me!" She cried, one hand grasping at her breasts, the other tossing away the last strips of her ruined trousers, a thunderous need to be fucked by the plant running through her body. The plant responded by letting the tentacles that had removed her clothes slide up her. Like before they entwined around her limbs and body but this time it was soft, gentle, as if it were embracing her. Several of the rubbery tentacles replaced her hand at her breasts, rubbing all over them, arousing her further. She then noticed a thick tentacle slipping up towards her face, the end was cut off, presumably being one of the ones Dmitri had hacked at but importantly it was dripping in the thick, sticky green sap. Marie opened her mouth wide and let the tendril plunge between her lips. She reached up with both hands, holding it in place, as she started sucking the delicious juice out of the plant with an obscene squelching sound. It felt so good in the plant's embrace, sucking its sap but there was still something missing. Her pussy yearned to be filled. Unable to talk with her mouth so full, she stretched her legs wide and hoped the demon plant got the message. It did. One of the thickest tentacles fiercely pushed into Marie's pussy, it was easily over three inches across and stretched the brunette's hole wide. But she didn't care, she thrust forward wanting it to fuck her deeper. The plant agreed and Marie groaned as the tentacle slid further into her cunt. All her darkest desires were finally coming true, she was fucking a plant. Slowly at first but soon picking up speed demon plant and hot botanist began to fuck, The plant's tendril sliding deeply into and out of the girl whilst she bucked up and down to meet its thrusts. It was twisted and weird but Marie loved it, not only was it the most incredible sex but she now realised how much she'd longed to be fucked by the flora she'd studied for so long. As they began to rut away the damaged tendril in her mouth dried up and the last of the sap dribbled into Marie's mouth. She then let it slip out and groaned deeply as the tendril in her pussy penetrated deep into her womb. The City Pt. 02 "Fuck! Yesss! Urrgghhhh!" She cried, the pounding not relenting even for a moment, sweat now glistening across her skin. "I need more! I need more!" The plant apparently understood her as Marie suddenly felt a tendril flicking around the opening to her arse. "Yes! Yes! Fuck my arse!" She begged. The tendril drove deep into her anus causing the French women to scream in satisfaction. The tentacle wasn't as thick as the one in her pussy but it it was just as long and she could now feel both burying deeper and deeper into her bucking body. The further into her they thrust the more aroused she felt, soon over two foot of each rubbery tendril was slipping into her holes and thrashing about. It seemed impossible that so much could fit inside her but not only was it happily fitting in but it felt incredible, even as she saw her normally flat belly starting to twist and distend. She knew she was going to cum soon but tried desperately to hold back, to prolong the growing ecstasy for as long as possible. Just to eke another second out. Yet the feeling was just too much, the plant had only been in her for a couple of minutes but she was already becoming overwhelmed, her whole body on fire, fast approaching an orgasm like none other. She reached up and more tendrils wrapped around her arms, her petite hands gripping tightly to the thick green flesh as she bucked harder and harder against the tentacles fucking her, just then they pushed even deeper inside of her, seemingly filling her whole body. "Urggghhhh...blubbrrrbbbr..." Marie's moaning was cut off as a couple of the other broken tendrils flew in front of her face and gushed a load of the sticky sap all over her face and breasts. She began licking as much of it from around her lips even as her orgasm got closer and closer. Finally the tidal wave broke and Marie shuddered and bucked with the most extraordinary climax of her life. Her entire being, mind and body, exploded in pleasure. It was so intense so lost all sense and reason, becoming for a the few moments of her peak a wild animal utterly consumed by their sex. She screamed again and again as her orgasm didn't just arrive but grew and grew until at the very height she finally passed out. The echoes of her screams still bouncing down the long stone tunnel. *********** Leila slowed down a little and let Sunny catch up with her as they approached their base camp. She was still annoyed that she'd become so enamoured by the demon sex pods but she couldn't really hold it against the girl – Leila's own body was still on fire from what they'd done the night before and despite herself longed to repeat it. "Come on. We're nearly back at the camp. We'll tell Marie and Dmitri we just got a bit lost and had to wait for first light to find our way back." Leila said whilst turning to look at Sunny walking behind her. "Sure" Sunny replied with a nod, as she avoided looking Leila in the eye. Leila hurriedly turned back to the path, trying not to think about the way her eyes her been instantly drawn to Sunny's perfect breasts the moment she'd looked at her. Suddenly a mighty scream came echoing down the tunnel, it was quickly followed by two more. "Marie!" Sunny called out in panic as a fourth scream seemed to die out right at its peak. Leila nodded her agreement, the French twang had been unmissable. So had the fact it hadn't been a scream of fear or pain but one of quite obvious pleasure. Sunny seemed to recognise it too, "I think...I think she was cumming." "Let's go." Was all Leila could say, a confusing mix of anger and excitement filling her. She couldn't believe Marie had been caught out too. She was also a lot more interested in seeing by what than she would liked to have admit. With Sunny just behind her Leila ran down the tunnel then, following the growing sound of wet squelching and panting, turned into a side corridor. The pair halted suddenly as they turned the corner – Marie, apparently unconscious, was in the tentacled embrace of some kind of giant plant demon. Her sweaty body was wrapped in its tendrils, her face and magnificent breasts coated in its sap and two of the tentacles were buried deep in both her pussy and arse. Despite desperately trying to deny it, it was one of the most erotic sights Leila had ever seen. As she watched in stunned silence Marie regained consciousness and oblivious to her and Sunny started humping back at the tentacles, deep moans escaping her lips. She was clearly experiencing truly incredible sex. Sudden movement to her side briefly drew Leila's gaze from the rutting couple, Sunny was hurriedly pulling off her clothes, her beautiful light brown skinned body quickly becoming naked. "Sunny! What are you doing?" Leila asked in shock. "I need it too!" Sunny replied with intense eagerness in her voice. The Indian-British girl tossed the last of her clothes aside and ran at the plant. She'd only gone a couple of steps when a horde of tendrils lashed out, grabbed the girl and pulled her next to Marie. With a scream from Sunny the plant thrust tentacles into her pussy and arse too. Marie finally noticed them as Sunny landed next to her. "Yes! Let it fuck you! Let if fuck you!" She screamed first at Sunny, then seeing Leila still standing some distance away, at her. Marie then reached out and grabbed Sunny, pulling the the tentacle wrapped girls together. She pawed at Sunny's breasts then deeply kissed her. Their kiss only broke as the plant slid a thick tendril, slightly damaged and dripping in green sap, between them. Both girls started fiercely licking at it. Leila stared at the disgustingly pornographic show in front of her. She was torn, she knew she should run but her panties were already sodden with her juices and her pussy was burning to be touched. For several minutes she just watched, frozen to the spot and resisting the urge to touch herself yet staring with relish as Marie and Sunny were violently pummelled by the plant demon and their gorgeous bodies reacted with pure pleasure. Leila took in every detail – the way their sweat flecked breasts were squeezed and rubbed by the tendrils, the way both their holes stretched over the thick green tentacles, the way the thick green sap dribbled over the beautiful curves of their bodies, dripping over their flawless skin, and most of all the way their both moaned and panted like wild animals in unending pleasure, each thrust of the plant's appendages causing them to get more and more aroused. It was too much for Leila, she tried and tried to resist but couldn't, her whole body cried out to be thrown at the demon and to be fucked like the other two girls. After a moment's more hesitation she finally gave in just a little and slid a hand under the waistband of her skirt and panties, quickly sliding two fingers into her soaking hole. "Ahhh!" She groaned, such pleasure at just the slightest touch. She started to slip her two fingers in and out of herself, her thumb pressing up against her clit. "Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" It was so good, touching herself as she watched the others get pounded. The Russian blonde watched mesmerised as Sunny came, she'd only been with the plant for a few minutes yet she'd already been driven to her first peak. Marie orgasmed again just moments after, her climax seeming to last as long as the gap since her first. Now that both girls were crying out in orgasm at the same time Leila knew she needed to feel the same way. Her fingers picked up pace as the two girls came, her eyes swimming over every inch of their gorgeous bodies as the plant grossly violated them. They'd become coated in a mix of sweat and sticky sap, their pussies and anuses were stretched open wide by the tentacles which were so deep and full inside them that Leila could see their bellies twist and stretch. A sight that got even more incredible as more tentacles slipped into their pussies, stretching them beyond belief yet giving nothing but pleasure. "Uhhhh! Uhhhh! Leila! It's so good! Uhhhhh!" Sunny called out, stopping her licking of the sap coated tendril and Marie's face just for long enough to call her over. It was all the encouragement Leila needed and she tore her clothes off as she ran to the plant. As soon as she was close enough her body was wrapped in a dozen of the green tentacles. She found herself lifted off the ground then placed with a gentle thud between Marie and Sunny. The rubbery tentacles, dripping in sap felt so good against her skin, sending a warm glow of sexual need through her. The tendrils wrapped around her limbs, around her breasts, caressing her, embracing her and most of all getting her ready to be fucked but she couldn't wait, she need it now. "Make me cum!" She screamed. "Please! Now! I have to cum!" Both the demon plant and the two girls complied. Marie and Sunny fell on her breasts, each sucking up a nipple into their sap filled mouths even as their own fuckings continued. They licked and tugged on her sensitive pink buds, drooling saliva and sap down her her firm breasts. One of her hands was held tight by the plant but the other she managed to free and grasped at Marie's tits, squeezing the sweaty, slimy flesh and getting a perfect response as Marie bit down gently on her nipple. Meanwhile the demon plant pushed a tendril to opening of Leila's pussy, at first she just felt a gently tickling on her opening, a brush against her lips. That in itself was almost enough, she cried out in glee, urging the demon to enter her as need grew even greater throughout her body – she had to be fucked now. She tried to impale herself on the tentacle but the plant held her fast, it even pulled her free arm back away from Marie and holding her tight, unable to pleasure herself. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She screamed as both Marie and Sunny came again, her breasts popping out of their mouths as they screamed in delight. Leila could feel their bodies shaking next her, almost physically unable to hold the ecstasy their were feeling. The plant then lifted both of them up and away from Leila, placing them behind its central trunk, both now passed out from a mix of their climaxes and exhaustion. Leila didn't care though, she just lay back in the demon's embrace, her body now slick with sweat and a thin coating of green sap. She looked wild, her long blonde hair plastered to her head with the green goo, her pale skin obscured by it, and her breath coming in deep grunted pants. "Please! Fuck me!" She cried again, the tentacle still just held at the opening of hole, gently tickling the very edge of her lips. It was deeply arousing and deeply frustrating, as if the demon was punishing her for initially holding back. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm yours now. I'm your toy now. Please just fuck me!" Yet still nothing, just a couple of tendrils wrapping around her breasts now the other girls were gone, caressing them, arousing her more but not giving her the release she needed. And then, finally, the tentacle slid forward and pushed ever so gently into her pussy. "Uurgggghhhhh!" She groaned. It was joined by two other similar cries from the other side of the demon, Marie and Sunny were obviously awake and being fucked once again, not that Leila cared about anything but herself and the plant right now. "Argghhhhhh...urghhhhh..." She moaned as the tendril slipped further and further into her, filling her, stretching her, giving her everything she had so badly needed. Moments later she felt a second tendril, somewhat smaller than the one in her pussy, brush against her arsehole before rapidly diving inside her. The second it was buried deep in her body both it and the one in her pussy started to pull out of her, their rubbery skin grinding against the flesh of her holes. It was exquisite. "Ohhhhhh! Yesssss!" Her cry joining the chorus of Sunny and Marie's moans. The tentacles drove back into her body, eliciting yet another moan and then inevitably back out again. In and out, in and out they went, each time they pushed into Leila she cried out. She couldn't help it – there was such pleasure, such a feeling of sexual bliss. Yet somehow it still wasn't quite enough. "Ughhhh! More! Ughhhh! More! I need more!" She begged the demon, she had to be fucked harder. As soon as she made her request she felt more tendrils wrap around her, grappling her breasts, holding her body tight and then several, that were wrapped around her long, smooth legs, pushed towards holes. "Arghhhhhhh!" She screamed, both in shock and pleasure. It had happened so fast but somehow two more tentacles had thrust into her pussy and a second into her arse. Both holes were stretched beyond all reason – she looked down beyond the green tentacles wrapped around her body and saw, between her spread legs, that her cunt was as wide as a dinner plate with three slimy, arm sized tendrils buried inside it – it was obscene, unbelievable and very, very arousing. All five pushed deeper and deeper into her body, filling her more than was in any way natural, thrashing about inside her, stretching out her skin – the whole time it felt incredible, pushing her higher and higher, driving her towards an incredible peak. Finally it hit, her whole body convulsing in pleasure, an animal scream escaping her lips, every part of her exploded in orgasm. It was more than she ever imagined possible, more than her mind could for the moment contain – Leila lost herself totally in the demon's embrace. With that climax she lost all rational thought and along with Marie and Sunny became merely a sexual toy for the plant demon. Hours passed as the three girls, sprawled in a heap on tunnel floor were endlessly fucked by the rubbery tentacles, their hands and tongues helping squeeze orgasm after orgasm out of each other when it allowed them to be close enough. There were times when Leila came non-stop for minutes at a time, her orgasm prolonged by Sunny's tongue, Marie's fist or the insertion of another tentacle. At other points she thought she'd reached the absolute pinnacle of pleasure but again a tongue in the right place or a third tendril in her anus would push her even higher. She gave herself to the plant with utter abandon wanting nothing more than the sexual ecstasy it was giving her. Yet as incredible as it was after a half dozen hours it suddenly came to an end, at least for Leila and Sunny. All three girls had just cum yet again, Leila had come particularly hard with two tentacles in her arse, four in her pussy and her own tongue buried in Sunny's pussy, the dark haired girl humping her face and fellating another of the tendrils. "Arghhhhh...Urghhhhh..." Leila's pussy, now stretched nearly a foot across around the quartet of tentacles, convulsed around the the green stems, as she groaned. Her voice somewhat muffled by the dripping and orgasming pussy covering her face. Slowly the peak subsided, the tentacles pulling out of her holes, and the beautiful, slime covered blonde started to move, assuming they'd switch position as they had done after most their orgasms. Yet before she could even push Sunny off her face she felt the girl being lifted away. Seconds later the tendrils had her in the air too. They pushed her some way down the tunnel before rather unceremoniously tossing her onto the ground. She collapsed in a sweaty heap on top of Sunny. Instantly she felt empty, she needed something in her right now, she needed the demon to fuck her more. "Please! No! I need more!" She screamed at the plant. Yet it ignored her, Instead, with Marie still it its grasp and being firmly fucked by its tentacles, it started to move into the dark cave opening behind it. "No! Not her! Take me!" Leila screamed, she didn't care the plant was a demon, she needed to be fucked by it again, to be fucked by it forever. She started to crawl after the plant but it was no use, after hours of sexual bliss she was too exhausted, she just couldn't move. After a moment's more trying to gather enough energy she gave up and fell back into a pile next to the unconscious Sunny. *********** Marie realised the plant was moving her but didn't really care as he was still using its limbs to relentlessly fuck her, with a particularly thick one presently pounding into her pussy. Her body, drenched in sap and sweat, was now utterly dedicated to the creature and all she wanted was for it to fuck her. The only slight disappointment was that the plant demon had left Sunny and Leila behind. Not that she cared too much, their tongues and fingers may have been nice but now it meant she had the whole plant to herself. Many minutes passed as the plant demon carried her through the dark tunnels of the demon haunted city. Yet Marie noticed none of it as her whole world was now her sexually heightened body – the feelings in her pussy and in her arse being all that mattered. She hoped the plant would never stop fucking her. Yet as another incredible orgasm hit her and she screamed in pleasure, the very core of her being shattering with sexual ecstasy, it did stop. It's tentacles pulled away from her body, leaving her holes painfully empty and dropped her onto the hard cave floor. "Aiiighhhhh!" She screamed, not in pain from the drop but in pure frustration. "Please! Fuck me!" She cried at the plant as her fingers rubbed furiously at her clit, desperately trying to satisfy the lust now overwhelming her. But the plant ignored her. "Aghhhh! Please!" Marie shoved her whole hand into her stretched and sodden pussy, yet even fisting herself was not nearly enough. A thin tentacle, a little different to the others appeared from the top of the plant. It wasn't much but Marie just needed anything now and she eagerly pulled her hand from her own hole and opened her long legs wide. "That's it! Please! Just fuck me more." But the tentacle didn't head for her hole, instead it shot towards chest. As it approached she noticed a small, sharp thorn on the very end and before she could do anything more it darted between her breasts and stabbed deep into her flesh. Marie had barely started her cry of pain and shock when she collapsed into unconsciousness. Chapter 5 – Motherhood Jess slowly made her way through the city as the slug slime slowly dried on her body and clothes. Her white zip top and denim skirt were badly stained with the gunk but she'd managed to scrape or lick most of it of her skin, and her hair actually seemed silkier than before – perhaps an amazing new conditioner was another thing to add to her list of incredible discoveries. She was wandering pretty aimlessly, just overwhelmed with the city's amazing architecture and structure, ambling down long avenues or cutting through short alleyways. She was a little disappointed not to have encountered any other living creatures since the slug-monster but the city was fascinating enough. From what she could tell the city's inhabitants had a very advanced and ancient culture, far beyond anything else found in Britain during the period. The buildings were evidence enough for that but more interestingly it was now clear to her that much of their life was centred around the worship of strange, demonic monsters. Every square and plaza were filled with statues of bizarre beings and many of the buildings had frescoes or paintings on the walls depicting yet more of them. Before she would have discounted the things as myths and inventions, but the fact she'd just discovered and then fucked a moving plant and a giant slug made her think otherwise. She was also now sure that the fucking they'd given her was far from isolated as much of art in the city depicted the beasts fucking one girl or another. Clearly such encounters were of great religious importance to the people of the city, and thinking back to the incredible orgasms she'd had, she was pretty sure she knew why. The only odd thing was that unlike at the entrances to the city there was a total lack of men in any of the statues or carvings. As she walked into yet another plaza, this one dominated by a statue of some tentacled monstrosity abusing a trio of beautiful girls, she began to wonder if all of those living in the city had been female. At the very least she couldn't imagine the guys got a lot of action. So perhaps it was some kind of Amazon community filled with women. Women who spent most of their time fucking demonic sex gods. The idea made Jess feel rather jealous but then she realised that whilst she might have missed out on the city in it's prime she was now the only girl left here, and if the slug and plant had been any indication some of the demons were left too... The City Pt. 02 She giggled in excitement at the thought of what might lay in wait for her deeper in the city just as she noticed one of the girls portrayed in the statue in front of her looked perhaps a little like her, least if she squinted a bit. It was the final straw and with one movement slumped to her knees, pulled up the hem of her skirt and slid three fingers into her still slimy pussy. "Ahhh!" She squealed as she started to imagine herself in the place of the girl in the statue. So intently was she staring at the pornographic art that she didn't notice the tentacle until it had slid all the way around her waist. *********** "Urgghhhhhh!" Jess cried as the tentacles buried in her pussy and wrapped around her breasts caused her to orgasm yet again. Even through her hazy slime obscured vision she could see they were still moving through the huge city, buildings and tunnel walls sliding passed her at some speed. When the thick tentacles had first grabbed her they'd simply held her tight, lifted her into the air a little and started the pulling air towards some destination. She'd struggled at first but soon realised it was not only useless but that they were likely to be taking her something rather interesting anyway. As soon as she relaxed they started undressing her, tearing her clothes off and covering her naked body in the dark green slime that coated them. Even as she'd let them undress her she noted that not only did the tentacles not appear attached to anything but they seemed infinite in length, dragging her through one part of the city after another. Soon such thoughts became irrelevant as one of the demonic limbs slid into her pussy. They'd been fucking her ever since and she'd loved every minute. They were still moving as the tentacles fucked her, even now, perhaps an hour after she'd been grabbed. They weren't going fast, perhaps even slower than walking yet Jess had concluded, in the brief moments she wasn't consumed by sexual pleasure, that the city must be huge and that monstrous denizens were clearly somehow magical. It was the only way to explain how the tentacles never seemed to end. As her latest orgasm subsided she shifted around a little, trying to see what was going on, beginning to get a little worried that she might never be let go. As she expected the three tentacles in her pussy and the two wrapped around her breasts didn't stop despite her climax so she knew she didn't have long. No matter how hard she tried she knew she'd soon be lost to bliss again, it just felt too good. Already the friction in her cunt was causing shivers of pleasure to run through her body. She saw that her body was now more covered in slime than even when she'd been with the slug monster. Her pale, creamy skin barely showed through the thick green layer and she could feel how her red hair, plastered to her head, was thick with it. The tentacles themselves still vanished into the darkness ahead of her – the five fucking her and about a dozen more holding her. Though that became one less as she felt one slip into her arsehole for the first time in some moments. Despite her best effects she let out an involuntary groan of pleasure. As her concentration began to slip away again, she saw they'd finally left the dark streets that they'd been in most of the journey and were now in a cave-like tunnel. Perhaps they nearing a destination after all. She had no more time to think on that as a second tentacle rammed it's way into her anus beside the first. "Fuck! YES!" She cried. Five tentacles inside her was just too much and she gave in to the pleasure. *********** Another half hour had passed and Jess finally had a chance to get her breath, and senses, back. She'd cum another couple of times, the most recent occasion just before the tentacles had finally let her go and dumped in the slimy pool she was now lying in. It had been one of her more satisfying climaxes since she'd got to the city with a trio of the tentacles pounding both her pussy and arse whilst she'd greedily sucked on a seventh. Almost as soon as she'd cum the tentacles had let go off her, dropping her with a splash into the pool. It was five or six inches deep, filled with the same green slime that had covered the tentacles – it was thick, warm and got everywhere. If she'd been coated in it before, she was utterly drenched now. But she didn't really mind, it felt rather nice, comforting and soft. Absent mindedly rubbing two fingers up and down her slime coated pussy lips, she started to have a look around. The pool wasn't much bigger than her, a few feet across and perhaps eight long, she was lying more or less in the middle. Behind her a rocky wall vanished high above her and to either side – she couldn't see much else as it was so dark, the only light being a dull glow from high above, but it looked like she was in a cave rather than a constructed part of the city. In front of her hung the tentacles, swaying gently but mostly motionless and for the moment leaving her alone. They emerged out of the darkness so she still could not see what creature they belonged to but she was sure that it was there, just out of sight in the darkness - the ground all around was spotted with puddles and small pools of the green slime which had to come from somewhere. It was then she heard the noise, she hadn't noticed it at first so used was she to her own constant sexual moaning, but all around her was the sound of women groaning in ecstasy. "Oh my god!" She said quietly, shocked that other people were here. She was about to call out a greeting when one women suddenly screamed in pure pleasure, it was one of the most erotic things Jess had ever heard, so instead she pushed in two fingers into her slime filled pussy with a squelch. "Urgghhh!" She moaned at her own intrusion, adding her voice to the sexual cacophony. "Ughhh..." She started to finger fuck herself but finally managed to add a greeting too. "Hello! Anyone there? Urgghhhhh!" In reply the tentacles in front of her waved briefly and suddenly the slight glow from the roof high above became incredibly bright and revealed a truly extraordinary scene, so surprising that Jess even stopped fucking herself for a few moments. The large cave, broadly circular was dominated by a huge bundle of tentacles at the centre. They seemed to grow out of the ground and there was no sign of a body or other limbs, just a mass of twisting, swaying tentacles – all dripping in the viscous green slime. Perhaps even more surprisingly was the fact that Jess really wasn't alone with the demon – in a circle evenly spaced around the demon were about a dozen other women, each of them lying a slime pool just as Jess was. Each was young, beautiful, pale and with fair or red hair. Jess guessed they were local women who'd wandered too close to the city and been taken, lost to their families but enjoying their stay in the city too much to care. As Jess had expected most were being fucked by the tentacles, all seemingly enjoying it as much as Jess had. A few were for the moment left alone, apparently asleep or finger fucking themselves as they waited. What really surprised Jess was that a couple of the women not being fucked looked massively pregnant – and they were all asleep. Quite what that meant Jess didn't know but the obvious implication rather worried her. Though not for long as the girl closest to her, a gorgeous blonde to her right, cried out in complete ecstasy and drew Jess's attention. The girl was a little younger than Jess, perhaps still a teenager and, even coated in the green slime, it was obvious she was very good looking with a trim body, blemish-free skin and large, juicy breasts. Jess had never had the slightest dirty thought about another women before yet now in her aroused state she couldn't help but stare at every curve of the blonde, take in the way one of the tentacles wrapped around and squeezed her large breasts and, most excitingly, the way the girl violently bucked against the two tentacles ramming in and out of her pussy, every thrust causing her to scream. The pace of Jess's fingers thrusting into her own pussy increased but it wasn't enough, she needed more – the demons had broken her, she no longer cared about the history of the city, where the monsters came from or indeed anything else except getting fucked as much as she could. Knowing this and not being remotely bothered she turned to the tentacles in front of her and screamed "Please! Fuck me! Fuck me like you are fucking her!" Yet the tentacles barely moved, for the moment they had no interest in her. Growling in frustration she rolled over onto her side, slipping a little in the slime, and started to fuck her hand harder, four fingers now buried inside her. Yet it wasn't nearly enough, she was sure she'd never make herself cum. The blonde screamed again and Jess knew what she had to do. She jumped up out of her pool, slime gushing off her body, and strode towards the next pool. Several of the tentacles nearby darted towards her and for a moment she thought they were going to stop her but as she started walking towards the other girl they backed off. Apparently there was no problem as long as she didn't try and get too far away from the slime pools. As Jess got within a few feet of the pool the blonde girl finally came with one last mighty scream before splashing back into the slime. Moments later the tentacles slipped away from her body and returned to the central mass. The girl just lay back panting and Jess knew this was her chance, she jumped into the pool with a splash of slime and slid down in front of the girl. The blonde looked up, momentarily surprised by her visitor but then smiled at Jess and with one elegant motion opened her legs and thrust her pussy up. Clearly the girl was as broken as Jess and didn't care who she was, she just wanted to be fucked again now that the tentacles had left her. Jess was more than happy to oblige and slid down in the slime onto her belly, her face placed perfectly between the girl's slimy legs. Jess suddenly felt a little nervous, she'd never even touched another girl's pussy let along licked one out, what if she didn't do it right? None the less she pushed on and ran her tongue up the girl's tight slit, globules of green gunge sliding into her mouth and she was rewarded by a low moan. With each lick of the girl's pussy she'd get another mouthful of slime, it dripped continuously off the girl's body and out of her pussy, the tentacle's had obviously rammed an awful lot into her. Jess had of course tasted if often before, both off the tentacles and when she'd licked it off her own body but for some reason it tasted even better when it came out of another girl's body, female juices mixed with the demonic slime – it made the task even easier for Jess. It seemed she was pretty good as it too, she just did exactly what she liked to be done to her. Quick licks of her opening, nibbles of her clit and deep thrusts with her tongue into blonde's pussy. Soon the girl was firmly humping back at Jess, her increasing moans driving Jess to fuck her harder and faster. Soon the girl came, crying out as Jess bit her clit one last time. With her task done Jess wasted no time in pulling herself up then lying back and opening her own legs. Even with her orgasm still flooding over her the girl did exactly what Jess hoped, pulling herself up and sliding between Jess's legs. Jess was about to beg for release when suddenly the girl thrust her hand at Jess's exposed cunt. They were both so wet with the slime that the blonde's entire fist shot into Jess's insides. "Fuuuucckkk! So good!" Jess cried out as she was fisted for the first time. The blonde giggled at her. "You made me cum nearly as good as the monster...I owe you." She then pulled her fist nearly the whole way out of Jess and slammed it back in again. Then, with her fingers now rummaging around inside Jess, the girl pulled their bodies together, breasts slamming into each other with a slimy splat, and firmly kissed Jess. Their tongues pushed more of the slime into each other's mouths before tangling around one another. Briefly the girl broke the kiss. "My name's Lena by the way." "Jeesssssss!" Jess replied as Lena thrust her fist into her for the third time. Tossing her head back in pleasure Jess saw that the tentacles had been attracted by their display and dozens were heading towards them. Moments later she felt them wrap around her and Lena. At first she thought they might separate her from the blonde but they didn't. Instead the demon was apparently keen to let Lena continue to fist Jess, so they just pushed in where they could, wrapping around breasts, pushing into both their arses and into Lena's empty pussy, sliding into the slime covered openings with ease. Jess's moaning was silenced as Lena kissed her again, her whole body now exploding in pleasure. She felt utterly violated with two tentacles ramming deep into her rectum and the other girl's fist in her cunt, and it was incredible. She thumped her pussy harder against Lena's fist pushing it in deeper and thrust her tongue deep into the other girls throat. It was all too much, so much pleasure in so much of her body and moments later she came, screaming and totally losing her mind in the climax, it was so intense, so incredible she wasn't sure she could take it, she almost wanted it to end. Yet it didn't, instead she just kept cumming, she'd cum quickly but it wasn't going to end so fast. The tentacles rammed into her arse again and again, more squeezed and twisted her breasts and the blonde's fist, her fingers now splayed wide, was still buried deep inside her. Jess screamed again and again, her body still overcome with her climax. Lena was screaming too, the tentacles had clearly made the blonde come again as well. Minutes passed as both girls peaked again and again, the demon and their bodies pushing each other further and further, their orgasms never quite ending just ebbing away slightly before another high hit them. However unable to move due to the pleasure dominating their bodies Lena slowly slipped away from Jess, gently her fist slid out and the tentacles, desperate to ravage the girls as much as possible, pushed them apart further, until finally Lena was pulled away and with a slimy squelch Jess's pussy was left empty. For a moment she didn't notice but then her climax finally began to slip away, no longer being driven on she stopped cumming and instantly felt horny again. She looked down at her gaping and quite empty pussy, and felt a need unlike anything else – she had to have something fuck right away. "FUCK ME!!" She screamed at the mass of tentacles. They responded immediately and a particularly thick tentacle slid up Jess's slime coated leg. As it ran up her pale skin she noticed it was different to the others, the head a small opening that looked almost sheathed. There was no mistaking it, it was obviously one of the demon's cocks. The sight of it suddenly made sense of the pregnant women, made sense of why they were all there – it was a nursery. Yet Jess didn't care, she needed to be fucked, so she opened her legs wider and groaned as the tentacle-dick pushed its way inside her. "Yesss! Fuck me! Cum in me!" She cried, knowing she needed its seed inside her. Whether the demon heard or cared what Jess wanted she didn't know but it gave it to her anyway and the tentacle cock slammed deep into her body. It was without a doubt the biggest thing she'd ever had inside her even with everything she'd fucked in the last day – it was as wide as most men's cock were long. It stretched her opening incredibly wide, beyond any normal human limits but instead of agony all Jess felt was pure pleasure. Slowly the giant tentacle cock pushed deeper and deeper into her, Jess just lent back in the slimy pool, arching her back and watched it slide into her. Her belly distended hugely, her skin stretching around the mighty organ inside. "Ohhhhh! Fuck! Yessss!" She groaned. The smaller tentacles weren't idle either, several were wrapped around her arms and body, and held her just about upright, whilst others still caressed her breasts and a trio of smaller ones were still pounding into her arse, though the feeling of their volition was insignificant when compared to the giant cock in her pussy. Slower the huge dick-tentacle started sliding in and out of Jess, slipping all the way our with a slimy pop before ramming its way inside her abused body. It would bury itself about two foot inside her, twisting her normally flat belly obscenely then pull back out again. Its motion was slow but utterly intoxicating. Pleasure was building and building inside Jess again, she knew she would come again soon, and it was going to be incredible. Lena was being similarly fucked by a massive tentacle-cock on the other side of the pool but the demon had placed her on all fours so she had two of the dicks in her. One deep in her pussy and the other a foot deep inside her anus. She seemed to be cumming almost endlessly and despite her own pleasure Jess felt a bit jealous. Such concerns vanished however as the her tentacle-dick starting to pick up pace, quicker and quicker it went, and soon it was slamming in and out of her several times a second. It was pounding into her with such speed and force that the other tentacles had to hold her tight or she would have been thrown across the cave, and if it hadn't been for the demon's magic she would probably have been torn in half by the force but instead her body not only accepted the punishment but revelled in it so that it felt like her whole body was an extension of her cunt and no matter how deep inside her the cock went it still felt incredible. There was no way Jess could take such abuse for long however and perhaps a minute after it started she exploded in orgasm, it hit with such power that for a few seconds she actually passed out. But the incredible wracks of pleasure she felt quickly bought her round, and she screamed and screamed in ecstasy. Her climax seemed to trigger the tentacles too and as the third wave of shuddering passion hit Jess's body the dick buried itself in her once last time, jerked slightly and then she felt her insides become flooded with hot, sticky cum. "Ugghhh! Ugghhh! Ughhhhhhhhhh!" She cried, each scream indicating yet another peak and another blast of jism inside her. Whilst the cock had stretched her body unnaturally, its orgasm was now expanding her even more. Her belly grew massively as jet after jet of demon cum was deposited inside her, pints upon pints of it filling her. The small tentacles in her arse pulled out and instantly she felt a torrent of the stuff gush out of her arsehole, her body was so full it was filling every part of her and escaping where it could. A little was squirting out between the walls of her pussy and the tentacle but she was so stretched that she was tightly clenching the demon dick and hardly any could exit there. As not enough could spray out her arse and with nowhere else to go it started coming out of her mouth. At first her throat and mouth just filled with the stuff, muffling her orgasmic screams but it then welled up out of her belly in such quantities that it gushed up her throat. Still cumming Jess had no choice but to open her mouth wide and let vast quantities of the sticky, dark green, slimy cum vomit out and spray all over her body. It was disgusting yet incredibly arousing, Jess had never felt so utterly abused, it was delightful. With cum still pouring out of Jess's mouth like some kind of unholy hose, the dick, seemingly finally done, pulled out of her at speed. It and all the other tentacles pulled away from her. The sudden absence of anything blocking her grossly overfilled belly had an immediate effect and another torrent of green cum gushed out of her pussy, dwarfing the stream pouring from her mouth and anus. The City Workers I have to tell you about my adventure this morning. I awoke this morning and took my usual wake-up shower. Feeling all fresh and frisky, I dressed in a pair of shorts a little shorter than usual, skipped the bra and panties and opted for a lacy T that is lined but still easily visible through. I dressed both the little ones, fed them breakfast, did a quick check of the email found a lusty story that had me moist before I left the house. On the way out the door, I noticed a couple of guys at the end of my drive. They were there working on the road. Our road has been under repair for a couple of days now and I had noticed the guys in and out yesterday and today. They both smiled and said good morning when I walked to the end of the drive to pick up my paper. Feeling extra cheery, I smiled and told them that I hoped it wouldn't get too hot for them today. We laughed and chit-chatted for a few minutes but, the younger of the two couldn't take his eyes off my free breasts jiggling under my cream colored top and consequently my nipples stood at attention for him. After a few words and a wink or two at the younger guy, I walked back to my van and drove off to take the kids to school. I ran a couple of errands then circled back to the house to intent on finishing laundry and getting a few things taken care of that I would ordinarily not get finished. The two guys I had talked with earlier were now six all hot and sweaty working in the rising heat of the day laying the steal and concrete to repair the road. The younger guy waved as I stepped from my van and one or two of the others stopped for a moment to glance in my direction. I grinned and waived back.. I walked back into the house took a moment to read my mail and put on a load of laundry. I walked into the bedroom to check-out a special mail package I had received yesterday. A fluffy pink pair of handcuffs and a twin set of nipple clamps. I blushed at the though and my nipples stood at attention under my T again. My tits felt tight and sensitive under the lacy texture of my shirt and I rubbed them and tugged at them a little to make them stand a little tighter. I remembered how the guy had watched them jiggle this morning while we talked and wondered if he liked sucking nipples... I raised my t-shirt in front of the mirror and gingerly placed one of the nipple clamps on a tight bud. The sensation was sharp and painful but, made my nipple stand at even more attention. I tried attaching the second clamp with the chain dangling on my mid-riff. Wow! They were really sharp and painful with both on., I wondered if their would be less pain and more pleasure if I were to lie back on a stack of pillows. So, I piled pillows on the bed and lay back with my shirt up and re-installed the clamps one at a time. There... that was better... still a little pain but not so much pressure on the virgin clamped nipples. I lay there for a moment touching each nipple until they were stiff and sore from the tight clasps. When I had acclimatized them enough to stand the pressure I stood in front of the mirror again to feel the weight of the chain. I lightly lifted the chain and placed it between my lips raising my chin gently to see how much pressure I could apply to the nipples as I knew my lover would do and not in such a gentle measure. As I tugged the mixture of pain and pleasure brought my body alive with awareness and the lips of my cunt became wet with dew produced by the stimulus on my nipples. I glanced out the window of my bedroom and grinned at the thought of the guys working on the road. What would they do if I they could see me inside playing with my new toys. On a whim, I decided to wear the nipple clamps under my T-shirt and go out to check my mail. I wondered if either of them would notice. When I reached the end of the drive the older of the two guys I had talked with earlier was standing close to the mailbox. I recognized him as the supervisor for the road service here in town. He was standing aside talking into his cell phone. When I approached he watched me as I walked towards him and continued to talk. I noticed his eyes sweeping over my breasts and saw the concentration on his face as he tried to talk and concentrate on my breasts at the same time. I locked eyes with him for a moment and although my glance was teasing his quickly changed to a more challenging look. He finished his conversation just as I reached the mailbox. His eyes never left mine.. and we both new the game I was playing. I pulled down the lid and winced a little as the chain danced tugging harder on my swollen nipples. He stepped forward a little as I dropped my eyes to check for mail. "The mailman hasn't been by, yet this morning... Ma'am" he said in a low voice. "Oh, Hmmm... he usually is here by 9:30" I said. He was standing close enough to be touching now and his body was at an angle to block his actions from view of his crew. "Are these for my benefit?" he asked... indicating my clamped nipples now very visible under my light shirt even more obvious by my quick sharp breaths... "or are they for another member of my crew?" he shrugged a shoulder back indicating the guys working at road level. My breath caught in my throat as his eyes caught fire and he lifted one hand to touch the offended nipple. By now, the pain was almost unbearable on the nipples and the brush of his fingers made me almost gasp. Before, I could answer... One of the crewmen detached from the others and called to the boss as he strolled our way. "Boss?..." He hailed the older man I had now recognized as Jerry Lytle. "If they are for my benefit, then you've done a hell-of-a job screwing up my concentration for the day... " he growled lightly before turning away from me to answer his crew member. By now, my nipples were on fire and so was my dripping cunt. I barely noticed the younger guy had turned to watch as I strolled quickly back into the house. I hurried to the bedroom raising my shirt to remove first one clamp then the other. My nipples were still erect from my actions and when I slid my hand inside my shorts I felt the dew and wetness dripping. I knew I had to have some relief from the sexual frustration produced by my actions. I reached into my majic drawer for the trusted purple dildo... I needed a thick fuck and I needed it now. I collapsed back on the bed and unzipped my shorts but, was suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door. When I opened the door, Jerry was there standing very close to the door holding my mail close to his chest as he leaned against the door jamb. "the mailman came by just as you went inside... thought there must be something important that you needed today..."... he grinned. I could see that his eyes were saying much more than his mouth and the crooked grin on his lips told me it was just a ploy. Jerry was well built and well preserved for his age and I knew from listening to small town talk he had been quite a "playboy" in years past. I glanced down to see the evidence of his arousal pushing against the zipper of his jeans..."Damn girl," he growled... "don't you have any idea what kind of animals are working in front of your house..." he asked. I looked at him a little confused. Then I realized I was still holding the purple dildo in my left hand and he had noticed... "or are you just hungry for a cluster fuck?" He said. "If these guys see much more of your ploys... I won't be able to hold any one of them back..." he grinned. I blushed... "Sorry..." I said. I quickly hid the dildo behind my back and he stepped forward to grasp my wrist behind my back... pushing me inside enough to close the door behind him. He pushed his hard body close enough that I could feel his swollen cock throbbing in his jeans. It felt very thick and I responded by pressing my pelvic bone up close to him and rubbing my hips up and down trying to measure the length of his hard on... his hand slipped behind me and he pulled the dildo from my limp hand... He looked at the size and then grinned... "is that all you need to make you happy?" he grinned and I looked down very embarrassed. "That's pretty big actually." I said. He laughed and ground his hips against my body. He lifted my chin and grabbed a stiff nipple as he crushed his mouth against mine. "They have a name for girls like you..." He ground against my lips... "But, for now... I'll give you what you've been asking for all morning." He pressed me back against the wall in the entry way and secured both my wrists above my head... "I take it you like it rough..?" he said..."judging by your display of toys and jolts this morning!" Holding both my wrists in one hand he rammed his free hand beneath my t-shirt to clamp down on one breast. He squeezed and kneaded it painfully until I wriggled and wrestled against him then he leaned against me thrusting his tongue between my lips and grinding his hard cock tight against my pelvic bone. My cunt was dripping and I could feel the beads of sweet cum sliding down my thighs... I thought of the new cuffs lying on my bed and wondered what he would think of those. I didn't have to wait long to find out because he quickly pushed me down the hall and into my bedroom. The instant he saw my toys spread out on the bed, I caught an evil little grin on his face. "I see you have a little bit of equipment to go with your fun!" he stated... He pushed me back against the bed with his weight and fell forward on top blocking the breath from my lungs for a moment. He still held both my wrists in one hand above my head and I could feel the full length of his hard-man body on top of mine. He pushed my shirt up under my armpits to expose both of my tortured nipples. Grasping one full breast in hand his mouth took the swollen nipple and he sucked hard. I wriggled again trying to regain my breath but, loving the feel of his mouth on my tits. I needed the relief of his moist hot mouth against the tight bud. His thighs felt hard on top of mine and his bulging cock pressed against me. With our actions, he had rammed the zipper of my shorts between the lips of my cunt and the zipper was causing an abrasive action against the moist tender tip of my clit. I started to moan and struggle with him wanting it and not wanting it at the same time. "Stop... Jerry!" I said. "I don't even know you!" He laughed a short ugly little laugh... "you know my name... babe.. guess that's all you need to know!" He said. He was bigger than I and regardless of how hard I struggled, I knew that he could over power me and each time I moved it only seemed to excite him more. He reached for the handcuffs on the bed and sliding me up on the mattress, he secured first one wrist then the other hooking the chain behind one of my steal bed-posts. I was a little fearful but, he knew that I wouldn't scream. I was much too turned on by the thought of a complete stranger playing out one of my wildest fantasies. He seemed to know exactly what I was looking for and set out to give it to me quickly. He popped the button on my shorts and pulled them down exposing my naked shaved cunt in a single motion. I quickly closed my legs to hide my arousal but he only pushed them apart again to gain access to my wet throbbing clit. He slid a long thick finger deep in my canal to test for wetness that he knew was already there... "Stop...Jerry... Stop!" I said. He leaned low over my mouth... with one hand in my cunt and the other toying with my tight nipple. "You don't want me to stop... babe..." he growled. "you might say that but, we both know your feeling like a little whore today and wanted to be pumped as many ways as possible!" He reached for the nipple clamps still resting on the bed and pulling a nipple high and tight clamped the erection. He grinned when I gave a sharp intake of breath and bit down on my lip to stifle a sharp moan. " A bit.. sore, babe?" He asked. I nodded... "hmmmm... maybe this one will feel better." He stated as he pulled the opposing nipple high and tight again and clamped it deeper giving and extra tug to ensure it was on properly. I couldn't contain my moan and opened my mouth to ask him to stop again but, this time his tongue entered my mouth to stifle any responses and he again slid a long thick finger into my dripping canal and we both knew that I didn't want him to stop. "What is your name... babe?" he asked? "Anna..." I said breathlessly. "Wonder why we've never met?" He asked... He raised his body up on the bed long enough to slide down his zipper and pull a raging hard-on from the nest of thick hair. I moaned again at the size... I'd never seen or felt one that long or thick. Instinctively I raised my knees and opened my thighs ready to feel the thick hard rod... He chuckled at my reaction... "a little anxious, aren't you? Especially, after begging me to stop a moment ago... Kinda like what you see, Anna?" he teased. "Maybe I should make you wait or make you beg... or maybe you want me to shove it up your ass?..." "No...!!" I cringed at the thought of such a thick weapon up my ass hole and quickly pulled my legs closed. He laughed and opened my thighs again. "Relax... babe... I'll only put it there when we are both ready!" he grinned. I could see that he was more aroused than he pretended by the thought because beads of pre-cum were glistening on top of the thick head. I licked my lips and wanted to taste his cum. He was still fully dressed with his jeans down his thighs and his cock pulled from the nest of pubic hair long and hard poised between my legs. He pushed the head of his cock just to the center of my opening... and I moaned at the idea that he might push that hot thick rod deep in my cunt... I involuntarily spread my thighs ready to be fucked. My body was begging for release and I knew I would cum hard with very little stimulation. He started sliding his thick head up and down my slit between my clit and opening to get the tip moist for entry. I was ready and each time his head pressed against my tight clit my hips would twitch in an involuntary thrust. Suddenly there was a knock at the door... My first instinct was pure shock. I was suddenly aware of the precariousness of our situation and was afraid a family friend or family member might be at the door. He raised up on the bed and glanced out the high windows in my bedroom. There were no other cars in the driveway... He reached for the purple thick dildo still resting on the bed. He shoved the thick dildo up my cunt and turned on the vibration to high. He stood and shoved his still stiff hard-on back in it's nest then zipped his jeans. There was an evil grin on his face as he said... "hold the thought... I'll be right back to fuck your cunt.. babe." He said. "No!... " I said. "Don't leave me like this!" But, it was lost on his back as he closed the bedroom door and was gone. I lay there very quietly ... wondering if it could be my Dad or some other person at the door. What would he think when a stranger answers the door and what if he tries to find me. I was struggling and frightened.. couldn't get out of the cuffs and knew the door wasn't locked. The dildo was shoved deep in my cunt and my nipples were clamped tight causing a raging fire inside my body and it was hard to concentrate on a way to get out of this situation. I knew that I could slide up enough to get the hand-cuffs off the rail so, ... I scooted up on the bed then stopped to listen as I heard Jerry answer the door. I listened carefully but, couldn't hear the conversation. The door closed and I only heard silence. I assumed that it must have been one of the workers from outside and the boss had walked back outside and left me alone. I wasn't prepared for what happened next. I heard a noise in the bathroom next to my bedroom then a few seconds later the door opened and the younger guy I had talked with earlier opened the bedroom door. I was totally embarrassed! In shock! It felt as though cold water had been dumped into my solar plexus... then I noticed that he was wearing only his boxers and t-shirt... "Hey, sexy!" he said.. with a boyish grin on his face. "The boss had to take care of some business. Told me you needed attention and that I should finish what he's started..." He said..."hmmmm, looks like the boss has you ready!"... "Stop!" I said... "This has gone, too far! I was only teasing." I said. "Oh... really?" he said pulling a raging hard-on from his boxers. His was not quite as long and thick as the bosses but it looked extremely hard. "You've been teasing me all morning and then tell me that you weren't for-real?" He asked? "Yes... it was just a game... honestly!" I said. "Well, why stop playing now?" He asked as he joined me on the bed. "The boss said something about you wanting to suck my dick! He said you'd been asking for me for the last 30 minutes! Told me I needed to be prepared for you to suck me all through lunch!" he said. He moved to the side of the bed close to my mouth with his cock in his hand. "No! I didn't say anything like that..." I said... but, the vibrations from the dildo in my cunt and the smell of his cock close to my face was getting to me! I was more aroused and I could ever remember being in my life. The kid was a cute blond... with a long thin body and long thin cock inches from my mouth. He looked to be about 18-20 and had very blue eyes that were shiny. I could tell he was lost in a world he'd only day-dreamed about before. His hands were trembling slightly as he stroked his cock close to my lips and he seemed a little uncertain wondering if I was serious about making him stop or if he could press the issue and get a cock sucking like he really wanted. His eyes wondered over my body and he noticed the clamps on my nipples. "WOW.." he said. "Boss said you liked a little rough play! " his fingers trembled as he brushed my bruised nipples but, when I moaned out loud he took that to mean I liked the feel of fingers tugging. "Ouuuuughhh.. stop... " I moaned rolling my head back and forth. He hesitated for a minute then brushed the other nipple deliberately watching the play of pain and pleasure across my face... He was in awe of the situation and pre-cum was flowing freely from his raging hard-on dripping on the bed inches from my face. I licked my lips involuntarily and he took that as a cue to move closer pressing the head of his cock to my lips. My tongue slipped out to catch the drops oozing from his cock. "You do like this don't you, lady!" he said.. growing excited... We both heard the door open and looked up just in time to see Jerry coming back in... His jeans were quickly dropped to the floor as he invited himself into the fun. The younger guy was suddenly embarrassed and pulled his cock back into his boxers... "Don't worry Craig... The lady loves cock sucking and fucking... Don't you babe?" he said. "She's been begging us to fuck her all morning!..." He crawled back on the bed and between my legs with sure movements bumping and pushing the vibrator deeper in my cunt until I groaned out loud... With sure fingers he began to pump my cunt with the dildo and it was only seconds before my body started to explode from all the tension building in my abdomen. I started moaning and thrashing my hips against the dildo.. cumming in loud gasps as the first crash of desire racked my body... Jerry grinned...and glanced up at Craig... "ever fucked a live one boy?" He asked. Craig had a shy smile on his face and his hand was stroking his hard cock as if it was too painful to leave untouched. "Whatcha waitin' on?" Jerry asked... "Make her suck-it... trust me... she'll know how it's done!" he said to Craig. Jerry reached for the chain floating between my breasts and gave a tug... I gasped and he continued to fuck my cunt with the dildo. Craig gave a nervous laugh and gingerly pressed his cock up to my lips. I turned my head sucking the head of his cock into my mouth... I felt a tremble in his thighs at the feel of my mouth against his sensitive anatomy. "Damnnnn...!" he breathed. Jerry chuckled... "fuck her face, Craig... She loves dick... Grabb her head and make her eat your lunch." The City Workers Craig's breath was coming in quick intakes and his cock was so hard. His balls were tight against the base of his cock and I knew it wouldn't take long for him to cum. I sucked him deep and felt a shudder, a pulse in the vein on the underside of his cock... A little bolder... Now, he put a hand beneath my chin and one in my hair and started pulling me up and down along the shaft of his cock and I licked and sucked as his strokes became longer and harder pushing at the back of my throat. I hardly noticed that Jerry had pulled the dripping dildo out and was positioning himself between my legs until I felt the thick hot head pop into my canal... I gasped.. but, my mouth was full of Craig's cock and I couldn't do anything to stop Jerry's entry. He pulled the thick head out once more then shoved the full meat into my cunt... at the same time that Craig shoved his cock deep in my throat. I thought I would choke on his hard-on and felt a thrust against my pelvis as Jerry shoved the thick hard dick deep in my canal.. pushing past my cervix with his long weapon. I wanted to scream with the feeling of being so full from both sides... my insides were quaking and the orgasms were cumming so fast I couldn't control them. Jerry kept pumping me long and hard matching his strokes to Craig's boldly now, he fucked deep in my throat... I was wriggling and wrestling against the restraints and felt as though my world would explode. Jerry could feel me erupting against his cock... "She's lovin' this Craig... pop it to her!" he said... "Her cunts blasting my cock over here!" he said. "Ahhhhhhh.. I'm about to fill you up ... babe!" he said. He pumped the thick piece in and out with ferocity now and I opened my mouth wider moaning and cumming over and over again. Craig couldn't take anymore of the excitement and I felt the cum as it pulsed through his dick shooting streams down my throat. He pulled my head hard against his balls thrusting full strokes as his cum filled my mouth and throat. I'd never swallow such a load all at one time. Jerry cock was so tight in my cunt that it could hardly stroke anymore and suddenly I felt him spurt... His groans were loud and strong as he stroked his load deep in my abdomen... "Ummm.. you got it ..babe... take my shit!" he growled.. as he collapsed over my body pumping his load into me for what seemed like minutes. My orgasm was suspended for a moment then I exploded bouncing my hips to meet his thrusts. It seemed I couldn't breath for a second. I was blinded by the mixture of pain and pleasure. I kept moaning and pulling against the wrist restraints as my vaginal walls contracted over and over on Jerry's cock! As Craig finished his load and his cock became sensitive he left it limp and soft in my lips not wanting to move it for a few seconds. Jerry collapsed hard on my body as he finished his load and his breath was soft sprays across my tortured nipples. As our breathing all returned to normal, Craig withdrew quietly... shy now that his desires were satisfied and he quietly withdrew from the room. Jerry older and more sure of his actions rested atop me for a few minutes longer. "You okay... babe?" He asked as our breathing became more normalized. "I'm okay... Jerry... but, you didn't have to do this." I said smiling. "I know.. but, you did say that was your fantasy and I happen to know that Craig loved it as much as I did." He said. I grinned. Jerry unclipped the nipple clamps and unbuckled my "bracelets" as he jokingly called them... He stood and his limp manhood hung long. I wondered again at how lucky I was to have such a well endowed lover. He smiled... "I know.. you want more!" he teased. "Just can't give you enough can I?" he chuckled. "Get cleaned up and get your work done around here woman." He said. "I'll be home at regular time and I need you ready for the shower!" he teased as he pulled on his jeans and strolled to the bedroom door. "Bye, Jerry!" I teased.