2 comments/ 16853 views/ 0 favorites Ladies of the Apocalypse Ch. 01 By: Lady Malachite Samantha bent over and flipped the page of her book. She loved masturbating while she did her homework, but hated flipping pages because of the temporary pause in sensation it caused. Now it would be another thirty or forty seconds before she would come again, and her eyes were refusing to focus on the page. She was writing a report on Mary Queen of Scots for a class called "Great Women in History and Mythology." She was taking this class as an elective in college, and had no clue how the woman who was teaching it could expect them read so much. She was barely keeping her head above water with the assignments, and she had her vibrator to keep her interested. The other girls, and a scattering boys, who were taking the class, were probably bored out of their minds. Samantha angrily pushed a strand of red hair back behind her ear and began reading the page over again. She was having trouble focusing, and the pleasure inside her was refusing to mount. She would have to achieve something, learn something, anything worth learning, before her climax. Mary Queen of Scots had been executed February 8th, 1587, and it had taken three blows before she died. When the first blow struck, she was said to have cried, "sweet Jesus." Samantha moaned. She learned something all right, and the pleasure mounted so suddenly she nearly forgot to breathe. Her body shuddered and she gasped in pleasure. "Sweet Jesus!" she mimicked, loving the way the words felt on her tongue. For some reason, she couldn't help but find Mary the First's bloody death as anything but erotic. Maybe it has something to do with her heightened state of arousal, or maybe she was just a little off because of all the homework. She wasn't usually interested in bloody stuff, in fact she found it a big turn-off. She was normal, after all, even if she did have more sex toys than all the girls in her class put together, and still slept with a large stuffed toy dog in her bed. She slapped her book and her legs shut and wiggled to turn off the bedside lamp. She lived in a double room of a two-room dorm suite, but the girl who would be sharing her room hadn't shown up yet. Rumor had it she was involved in some sort of foreign exchange program, or else was shacked up in her boyfriend's dorm room, eating ramen noodles and engaging in non-stop sex. Samantha pulled up the side of her teddy bear nightgown and began fingering her clit. She hoped, whichever version of the story was true, her roommate would be back soon with all sorts of kinky stories to tell. She threw her quilted doublet over herself and closed her eyes, smiling brightly. Her mind was filled with lovely kinky images, but she had never forgotten the terrible but oddly stimulating image of Mary Queen of Scots' bloody execution. But all night, she tossed and turned feverishly as though her body was trying to remember something. Perhaps she was overly energized from so many orgasm. Her mind raced on and on, and she moaned and writhed under her blankets through most of the night. It seemed as though at one point she was beheaded, and in another she seemed to writhe in Hell, biding her time until the right moment for her escape. When her alarm went off in the morning, Samantha stretched a little and then went out to the kitchen area to make herself cup of espresso. She was so groggy from not sleeping, that she very nearly broke the glass water pitcher that feed the machine, and she was clumsy handling the coffee grounds too, making a little brown mess that she needed to sweep up with a dish towel. She grumbled out loud, scratching the back of her neck though the layer of fine red hair and trudged back to her bedroom, groggily clutching her precious source of caffeine as though it was a wine glass she intended to break in the palm of her hand. Samantha promised herself she wouldn't get off so many times before bed, but it was a promise she was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to keep. She was a pretty willful woman most of the time, but lost all self-control after two or three orgasms. She threw off her nightgown and let it lie on the ground near her bed. There would be plenty of time to pick up after her morning classes, and it's not like she had a roommate to annoy. Her white nightgown looked cold and abandoned on the ugly grey carpet. Samantha herself was briefly left completely naked, having balled up and thrown her lacy red panties across the room earlier. She crossed her arms in front of herself and shivered slightly, though the weather was warm outside in Los Angeles this time of year. She couldn't help still being affected by the strange pointless dream. She picked up her double shot of espresso from where she had placed it on a stack of papers on her nicely disordered desk, and drank it down in one gulp. The warm liquid seemed to revive her. She could almost feel the caffeine taking affect, though she knew rationally that the chemical would take longer than that to make its way into her bloodstream. Samantha wandered off into the bathroom, still completely naked, and began brushing her teeth and removing the tangles from her hair. She decided to make this day special by wearing the smallest of her butt plugs to class. She had three that ranged in size from slightly smaller that a cock around the middle to so gigantic she didn't have a clue how she'd ever manage to stuff it up herself. She searched though a couple of the drawers before she found where she had placed her Vons-brand Vaseline. She squirted a glob into her left and began to lube the toy up, pumping it in her fist like she was giving it a hand-job. She set the plug down on its base to prep her ass for the penetration. Resting with one leg on the toilet, she wiggled one of the already lubed fingers of her left hand into her ass and then another, slowly spreading them apart so as to give her anus a good stretch. Samantha slowly navigated the toy into her, easing its length into her rectum. The toy made her instantly feel very stuff and self aware. She moaned with pleasure as the last of the toy came to rest inside of her, the silicon base sticking out temptingly from between her butt cheeks. She ran back into her bedroom and, finding a clean pair of panties, quickly wiggled into them. She purposely set her alarm clock for the last minute so she could sleep as long as possible, and now that she was finally wide awake, she had to make up time. She somehow forced enough propriety to make herself put on a strap lace bra beneath her tank top. Her blue jeans were so tight that the seat pressed tightly against the stub of the plug, pushing some of the wider base into her anus, intensifying the sensation. Samantha grabbed her book bag and ran. Her first class was "Great Women in History and Mythology" and like a lot of other freshman classes, it graded heavily on attendance. Samantha had gotten straight A's for most of high school, and she intended to maintain the tradition now that she had gone off to college. Among other things, her parents expected it. She sat down in the first row, very aware of the plug in her ass, fidgeting slightly as the teacher went over a room change for her next set of office hours. The intrusion in her ass was very uncomfortable, and she would have given almost anything for a couple of minutes in the women's restroom to pump the toy in and out a bit. Instead, Samantha bit her lip and forced herself to take the throbbing pressure on the inside ridge of her rectum. After a couple minutes, the pressure had subsided a bit, and Samantha was able to pay attention to the teacher with minimum fussing. The class broke into groups to discuss the life of Mary the First, and Samantha quickly found that most of the other students hadn't done the reading. She had to bite her tongue to keep from telling one of her group members, who had admired her studiousness, about the vibrating session. Samantha moved restlessly to take the pressure off the toy in her ass, trying as hard as possible not to be noticed. It felt like her butt was on fire. Had all the lube in her ass dried up or something? She wanted to rush to the bathroom and pull the plug out before she rubbed her insides raw, but she was afraid the plug might be dirty and she had no good place to hide it. Samantha took a deep breath and forced herself to relax. She began answering her group's questions again, grinning broadly. Being the center of attention made her feel powerful and sexy, and in no time at all she had nearly forgotten the bit of silicon between her butt cheeks. When class was dismissed, Samantha stayed behind to negotiate the terms of the extra credit project she would perform in order to guarantee herself a solid A+ in the class. Her rectum felt unnaturally full, and she had a bit of trouble concentrating, but her voice sounded unusually powerful, as though something inside of her was giving her new life. Time passed so quickly that she didn't even have a moment to buy a snack before her next class. Passing through the courtyard on her way to the science building, she felt a little dizzy and the sun seemed to beat down on her. She wiped the sweat out of her eyes and continued walking. She always felt a little weird when she didn't have enough to eat, that was one of the reasons she had never been big on dieting as a girl. She promised herself she'd get something to eat as soon as her class was over, and decided not to pay it any more attention. Her body felt unnaturally heavy and her anus pulsed and throbbed around the plug. Sweet Jesus, she would give anything to relieve some of that constant pressure in her anus. If only that was gone, then everything else would be so much easier. She slowly walked up the short flight of stairs to the classroom. Her mind was completely somewhere else. The throbbing was intense. So some reason, Samantha could feel her heart knocking painfully against her ribs. Out of nowhere, she thought she heard the sound of a man's solemn voice ask, "Will you confess your sins before a priest?" On the final step, Samantha tripped and fell over backwards. She was unconscious before her head hit the ground. Her shadow on the pavement resembled black blood. She awoke several hours later in the school medical center. She felt weak and achy all over, as though she had just recovered from a bad bout of pneumonia. Someone was holding her hand, and when she noticed who, her pussy began to leak and her face turned bright red. It was Mikelis, her childhood friend who was four years older and had always treated her like a younger sister. Mikelis was from Latvia. She had the biggest crush on him for as long as she could remember. He was tall with slender muscles and long well-kept brown hair, which tempted people to mention repressed lesbian urges when describing the many women who shared his love-life. Mikelis expressed his relief that she was feeling better and explained that her father had called him at his office and he had rushed right over to make sure that she was ok. Samantha's father, of course, was a very busy man, and couldn't allow himself to be bothered by something as trifling as his daughter passing out from heat stroke. Samantha smiled and assured both her friend and the nurse, who was hovering behind him, that she was fine, although she was really embarrassed. "Take me back to my dorm, Mikelis," she said, taking his hand and using it to help her rise. Her friend gave the nurse his office fax number to send the bill and her discharge orders, and led her out of the hospital by the arm without causing much of a fuss. They were short on beds, and it never hurt matters that Mikelis wasn't the sort of man that ever questioned himself. They came to the front desk and Mikelis bent over to sign out her belongings. Samantha couldn't help but notice how nice his butt looked in the tight jeans he was wearing. A grinning nurse immediately appeared behind the desk, holding out her book bag and a clear plastic bag containing her butt plug. Samantha turned purple and nearly passed out at the sight of the technician waving the bag at to her. She instinctually grabbed her ass as though to assure herself that, despite all appearances, the toy was still in place, but of course it wasn't. Mikelis snatched up both the plug and her book bag and led her out the door without saying a word. Samantha was absolutely sure she would fall down any minute and die of embarrassment, and her childhood friend's indifference to the discovery of her recent taste for sex toys somehow didn't help. If only he'd scold her, say something, anything, to clear the air, she could be sure everything would be OK, and the strange suffocating feeling would go away. Couldn't he at least laugh or something? She was getting damper and damper as a reaction to her nervousness. Samantha was sure by now that her panties were completely soaked already, and more than likely covered in slime too. She was a little surprised that the juices weren't already rolling down her legs. Mikelis opened his mouth to speak, and her heart began to knock hard against her chest again. She immediately took back her desire to hear him mention the plug. She instantly wanted to find a deep hole in the pavement and crawl into it. "You father insisted you eat dinner with my mother and me tonight, and then stay the night in the guest room. I'll drive you to your 10 a.m. class tomorrow." Before Samantha could bring herself to refuse or to wonder how Mikelis knew her class schedule, she remembered that her father made her post her schedule on the Internet shortly before the quarter started. She nodded her consent. She sat down next to Mikelis in his BMW Z3 convertible. He held the door open for her, like men used to do in the olden days, and Samantha wondered whether is was a holdover of some sort of Old World politeness. Mikelis's parents had immigrated from Latvia when he was still a young boy. Even though she had known him for years, there was still a bit of otherness that gave a distinct elegance to even the most subtle of movements, and was so sensual it gave the impression it could lapped up with her tongue like milk. Samantha felt tingly just sitting next to him. "By the way, your father informs me that he recently purchased a patch of land zoned for commercial horse breeding, in your name, as a graduation present," Mikelis said, looking at her out of the corner of the eye to see how she would take the news. Samantha knew from experience not to get too excited. Knowing her father, he was trying to use the gift as an excuse to exploit her for free labor. The look on her friend's face quickly informed her that this time wouldn't be an exception. He brushed a lock of brown hair out of his face and continued driving. The traffic in Los Angeles was terrible this time in the evening, especially in the area around the university, so it took almost an hour to drive the short distance to Mikelis' mother's house. Mikelis' mother Jelena did much of her own cooking and cleaning, despite being rather well to do, since she was rather anal and indecently certain that nobody else could possibly do her house-work as well as she could. Samantha was pretty damn sure Mrs. Berklavs got serious orgasms from waxing the kitchen floor. Samantha herself had tried doing housework with a dildo strapped inside of her with a belt and bits of coil she had found around the house, but it had never gotten her off the way vibrating herself while studying did. At best, it made the loathsome task of picking up a little more tolerable. Mikelis, or someone else, had obviously called ahead while Samantha was unconscious, and she wondered why she was always the last person to know her own plans. Jelena was standing in front of the stove cooking dinner when they arrived, and the table was set for three. Mikelis's father was killed by a truck four years ago while he was out taking a walk around the neighborhood and finding real estate to purchase, so he wouldn't be home for dinner. One look from the chef was enough send Samantha to the guestroom to clean up. Mikelis followed her into the bedroom to return her belongings, and to show where the clean towels were in case she wanted to take a shower. Before he left, Mikelis threw the plastic bag with the plug on the bed. "Make sure you wear this to dinner," he said simply and walked back into the kitchen to keep his mother company. Samantha couldn't believe her ears. It was too much to hope that Mikelis had actually taken a sexual interest in her. He'd never acted as more than a concerned brother the whole time they knew each other. Samantha knew he had a reputation as a womanizer, but she had never dreamt he could be anything but repulsed by the thought of her doing something kinky. Still, she couldn't help but be flattered by his dirty talk. She found that her body was tingling with new life and fresh horniness. She was tempted to turn the shower water cold to help her control herself over dinner, but she was still feeling a bit shaky and the warm water felt too good against her unusually sensitive skin. She stayed in the shower a little longer than strictly necessary, soaping up her slimy pussy and washing it clean with the detachable shower head. The spurts of water felt incredible against her attention-starved clit, and she had to control herself to keep from using the tool to make herself come. She knew that, once she got started, she would have happily forgotten all about dinner and continued getting herself off for hours. Despite how horny she was, she didn't want to get started. One orgasm was never enough. She dried off quickly, using a lot of self control to keep from rubbing herself to climax on the rough white cotton towel, and put on a change of clothing that she kept in the closet for just these sorts of occasions. When she saw the plug on the bed, she turned bright red, remembering what Mikelis had said. Did she really have the guts to wear such a thing in front of him? How would he even know the difference, unless he grabbed her bottom? Samantha felt like steam would come out of her ears. The truth was, whether he noticed or not, she would, and she would be on pins and needles all though dinner, terrified that Mrs. Berklavs would find out about the toy. She might not even be able to bring herself to touch the woman's delicious cooking. She smiled to herself secretly. It sounded like a lot of fun. Most of the stuff she normally worried about, like homework and grades, was so petty and dull that she found herself thirsting for a taste of danger, like a madman chasing mirages in a smoldering desert. She had secretly been taking motorcycle lessons on weekends and saving money from her allowance so she could buy a nice bike. After all, she didn't need all the money her father sent her. What was the point, when the combination of an electric vibrator and her school books was so much more pleasurable? Now with the money her father would be giving her for her share of the horse ranch, she'd also have enough to acquire a couple of properties of her own, which her father wouldn't need to know about. There was a condo development a couple of miles from the site of her ranch, for pathetic fools who were willing to put up with a two-hour commute though the congested freeway to system get to their offices downtown. Samantha cursed herself silently for having enrolled in so many classes this quarter. Now if she wanted to keep her grades up, as she was expected to, she would have to hire a bunch of people to help take care of the horses, and good help was so hard to find nowadays. While she was thinking, she was looking around the bathroom in hopes of finding moisturizer to lube up the butt plug. She had decided to wear it of course, there was really been no question about it. Samantha wasn't the sort of girl who shied away from a challenge, especially one given by the cutest guy she knew. Ladies of the Apocalypse Ch. 01 She found some old moisturizer under the sink that smelt strongly of rose blossoms and began prepping her ass and plug. She was just about to push the toy into herself when there was a loud knock on the door. "Dinner's ready and Mom wants you out here, before it starts getting cold. Don't tell me you're having troubles with the..." His voice was only slightly rugged. "Be out in a minute," Samantha interrupted. She heard his footsteps as he walked away from the bathroom door and a metallic sound of springs, which meant he had sat down on the bed. Her face was bright red and her hand that held the lubed toy was shaking slightly. She felt awkward, stuffing the toy up her ass while Mikelis was in the other room waiting. It was like he was seeing her every move, as though the door was completely transparent. She could feel the pressure of his eyes on her like fire. She could almost swear he really could see her. Samantha pushed the toy into her quickly, biting her lip to keep herself from crying out from the intensity of the sudden penetration. After a moment, the shock subsided and she smoothed her cotton dress down over her throbbing bottom. She had conveniently forgotten to bring an emergency change of panties. She smoothed her dress down in front of herself nervously, and Mikelis jumped up from his seat on the bed to greet her. She felt like she was going to the prom with him, rather than just out to the kitchen to have dinner with his mother. For a moment, he looked like he desperately wanted to kiss her. She could almost feel his lips on hers and it was driving her crazy with lust. Now she really wished she had taken a cold shower! A moment before their lips would have met, when she felt like she could almost taste him, he seemed to suddenly change his mind and grabbed her around the waist instead. His fingers trailed down to just a bit to caress the indentation just above her butt cheeks. She gasped for breath, her throat shaking slightly. She was sure she'd climax just from the subtle touch. She wanted to hold him, to touch him even if it was just on the torso or the arm. Her whole body was alive with the need to feel his. But at the same time, she was far too nervous to attempt it. What if he rejected her? What if he laughed and said he didn't really care for her? She would die on the spot! If only there was some legitimate way to touch him, something he couldn't protest no matter how much he wanted to, then maybe she would be safe. Even if he hated her for intruding, as long as he didn't protest she thought she could live with it, at least for a little while. Would he despise her later for her brazenness? She decided to risk it and grabbed a hold of his arm affectionately. He didn't move to avoid her. She had to look at his face to see if he was enjoying it. What she read was a mixture of pleasure and proud detachment which made her stomach ache. She felt the heat of their connection so powerfully she was almost afraid she would collapse under the force of his apparent indifference. She forced herself to chalk it up to Old World manners, though she was so nervous that she was certain she would choke. Mikelis's hand slid from her bottom to her right wrist and he squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Shall we go have dinner then, Mike?" Samantha asked, trying hard to make the words sound even on her lips, but quite sure that her efforts were futile. Mikelis let out his breath slowly as though somehow bracing himself and nodding silently led her out into the dinning room. The place where his hand held hers was all Samantha could feel. Her heart was pounding so hard she was afraid she was going to die, and she had very nearly forgotten the toy in her ass. The next couple of minutes seemed like an eternity of unfulfilled desire. Mikelis led her by the arm and even pulled out a chair for her, like a real gentleman, before taking the seat across from her. Samantha sat down with a thud that sent a ripple of sensation from the base of the plug up though her body and out her fingertips, and she let out a little gasp before recollecting herself. Mrs. Berklavs' eyes narrowed a little, and Samantha could tell that she was very suspicious. She tried to force her shoulders down and her breath out to alleviate the tension without drawing more suspicion to herself, but she found it a daunting task. Across the table, Mikelis was staring at her, smiling like a jackal, a drunken look on his face, and it was a almost half a minute between when his mother spoke and when he realized he was supposed to answer. But Mrs. Berklavs was still a young woman, having married an older man whose family had pull in the Soviet government straight out of high school, and she still understood a thing or two about lust, even as a widow. She was more than a little willing to let her son have a little fun, especially since she knew Samantha to be a good girl with a very good family. She smiled and began carrying the plates of food from the kitchen in ornate casserole dishes, boiled black beans with bits of bacon and a fish plate with carrots and potatoes. She even put a mug of beer in front of Samantha, even though she knew for a fact that Samantha wasn't old enough to be drinking it. Samantha sipped her beer slowly and with great effort. She wasn't much of a drinker, even though her parents had never bothered to disallow it, and the drink was very bitter to her. Still, the sensation of the beer in her belly was not unpleasant, and as the meal progressed she was inclined to drink a little more than was prudent, considering the fact that she was concealing the plug in her bare bottom, which was already sore from earlier. Once or twice, Samantha wiggled in her chair enough that her skirt slid up, and it was only Jelena's intense passion for her own cooking that kept Samantha out if shame and trouble. Mikelis, too, seemed more that naturally interested in his supper, though the couple of times she was brave enough to catch his eye he smiled back at her conspiratorially, making her heart flutter. She felt so daring, so sexy. Her pussy was leaking down her legs and soiling her friend's fancy rosewood chair. Through the haze of the beer, she found the whole situation rather amusing, though she was still quite glad when dinner was concluded and she was allowed to escape into the relative peace and security of the guest room. She thought she saw Mikelis stare after her longingly for a moment before retreating to wash the dishes for his mother, but she was giddy from the combination of the beer and the excitement and she didn't have a feeling to spare to allow herself to be disappointed. The grumbling in her stomach told Samantha that she had better pull the plug out over the toilet just in case. She sometimes had digestive problems when she ate with a plug in, and it just wouldn't do to let a soiled plug ruin Jelena's careful house-keeping. She yanked the toy out of her ass as quickly as she could manage, grunting a little from the effort. Sure enough there, was a dark spot on the end of the plug, and she handled it gingerly as she cleaned herself up and then rinsed it off in the sink. She caught her own face in the reflection while she was brushing her teeth and was suddenly stricken by the beauty of her own face. She smiled to herself smugly. Sometimes she forgot how good she must look to other people, she was too busy enjoying life to care too much about her appearance. She cleaned the plug thoroughly and then stuffed it into her book bag. She didn't have a nightgown with her, of course, so she pulled a shirt of Mikelis's out of the closet and put it on instead. It smelled slightly like him, probably just the smell of his laundry detergent, but the material of the shirt made her skin feel alive and stimulated, as though she had managed to wrap herself in his warm hard body. Her cunt ached for him. She sat down on the bed and fingered herself, trying to find out exactly where she had hurt herself with the vibrator the night before. She found a little nick on the right side on the sensitive skin between her inner and her outer labia, and she circled her finger around it, enthralled by the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure the little injury afforded, but at the same time a little reluctant to add to the damage she had caused. She breathed out and spread her legs wide apart. She was so wet she would have trouble sleeping if she didn't get off a couple of times before bed, but how could she dare with Mikelis and his mother in the other room? Wasn't it rude to her hosts to masturbate in their bedroom? She threw the pillow over her head and wrapped the thick coverlet over herself like a cocoon, trying to will away the fire that was raging between her legs. But still it was along time before her brain settled down enough to allow her to get any sleep, and then she had the strangest dream imaginable. At first she was seemed to be lying inside a glass box while strange phantoms hovered around just out of reach. She ached to be with them. Their every gesture was so elegant, so graceful, their every moment seemed to ooze sensual pleasure. Samantha fondled something that hung between her breasts and a transparent door she hadn't noticed before flung open. She seemed to hover in the sky dancing merrily with the other shadows. Her whole body felt light, the way it always did during climax, but the sensation didn't dissipate or grow stronger, but simply clung to her like wet clothing. She moaned and twisted in her bed, her clit rubbing against the mattress, trying to bring herself over the edge. But the dream was beginning to fade as quickly as she was she was seizing it, and all that was left was the ghost of the sensation that had given life to her haunting fantasy. Samantha's night shirt was drenched in sweat and her head was throbbing, as though she had a terrible hangover. The figure of a woman slowly appeared. Samantha leaned back against the wall, clutching her head. As the figure came into focus, she recognized it from her textbook, a young version of Mary Queen of Scots, wearing only a thin, oddly see-though old Elizabethan dressing gown. Samantha rubbed her eyes, but the image didn't go away. She rubbed them again, but still there was no change. She must still have been asleep. What an interesting dream she was having! The ghost somehow seemed to call to her, as though trying to fulfill her every fantasy. Why was she wearing such a kinky outfit? The spirit approached slowly and crawled on top of Samantha, pressing her lips against hers. Samantha felt a bit funny, the lips seem to flow into her rather than meet any resistance, and it was the first time she had ever kissed another woman. The sprit's hands pressed into Samantha's chest and Samantha began to writhe. The sensation was so strong, so oddly overpowering and sweetly pleasant. More and more of the spirit's body pressed into her, making her glow with an eerie blue light. Samantha gasped for breath, her heart was pounding fiercely. Her hands clenched at the bed sheets and she bit her lip until it bled to keep from moaning like a whore. The metallic taste on her mouth acted to bring her back to earth and at the same time to heighten the sensation light, to string it along from another realm of existence. She lay her head back and drank in the pleasure like wine as the sensation filled her. For nearly a minute she was so caught up with her own pleasure that she completely lost track of her surroundings. It was as though the room around her had become like outer space, a void filled with the little shining stars of her arousal, and she was drifting as lightly as she ever had though her dream. Then the pit dropped out of her stomach, as though she were falling, falling, falling, falling, and then suddenly, the feeling of smacking hard against concrete, and the ominous words "Awake now, oh dead and dying soul," which seemed to cling to the air, vibrating like particles of dust. --- Samantha awoke with a start, her eyes snapping open and her heart racing. Her whole body was oddly sensitive, much more so than it had been before she had thrown the sheet over herself. She ached all over, as though she really had fallen from a height. For a while she just lay there, catching her breath, getting used to the sensation and her surroundings. It must have all been a dream, the really creepy sort of dream where you just think you've woken up but haven't. Wasn't there some old story about a bishop and a grasshopper or something like that? Samantha chuckled a little, beginning to relax. She hadn't had such a strange dream since she was a little girl and her elementary school teacher had told her about the Holocaust. For over a week she had had terrible nightmares about being chased though the forest, buried under mounds of corpses or gassed in a concentration camp. Only when she got herself together and swore she would live her life by her own rules and not the way that other people told her to, did the dreams finally stop. And from that day forward she had become a very different sort of woman. Her grades suddenly shot up, as did her respect for the things around her and her own will and pleasure. It wasn't too much after the dreams stopped that she had become interested in investment and masturbation, and since the day she made the pact with herself, she had been like another person. She lit up every room she walked into, never mumbled her words, never hid her thoughts from those who might try to destroy her because they disagreed. It was like something from another world had taken over her clumsy body. She moaned and stretched on the bed, still not quite feeling like herself. The sound of voices speaking Russian, quickly but softly, in the other room, brought her back to where she was. Samantha listened for a while, not picking up very much. She of course had tried to learn Russian a couple of times, but the grammar was very difficult, which made it hard to pick up vocabulary. The voices were quickly being replaced by the sound of a woman's deep moaning and bestial grunts she knew must have come from Mikelis. She felt her body react to the sound. She found his arousal incredibly erotic, and her already very sensitive pussy was positively clamoring for attention. The very air touching it was stimulating. But at the same time, she felt oddly paralyzed by the sound. The edge of her body was held passive by the thick grey fog of the bedroom. She hated and envied whichever one of his little sluts he'd taken to bed tonight. She could almost feel his hands on the other woman's body, like the dark hands of death, drawing the life from her face, breast and belly. The places where the hand seemed to touch her scorched in the aftermath. Why would Mikelis go through so much trouble to seduce another woman, when could have her anytime he wanted? Or, she thought darkly, did he somehow not know? Whenever in the past she had thought to tell him, she felt her throat lock up and couldn't get the words out, and it wasn't like he was some sort of a mind reader. Still Samantha's feelings were so strong, it seemed impossible to her that Mikelis hadn't noticed. She curled up, pressing her legs into her stomach to shield herself from the pain, but it didn't help much. She threw a pillow over her head, but the sounds of sex leaked through, and even if they hadn't, the relative lowering of light and sound level would have done nothing to stem the tide of ruthless pictures that were flooding mercilessly into her mind. Samantha slammed the pillow against the wall, sticking her tongue out at it as well, as though the impact alone wasn't enough to insult it. She threw off the blanket and stood up out of bed. Fuck it! She was going to confront the bastard, let him now how she felt and teach the bitch a thing or two about being hot as well. She opened the door to the guestroom, not sure how noisy she was about it and not really caring. The sound of the fucking was louder now that there weren't two doors between her and its origin. The walk across the dining room to Mikelis's bedroom was the longest minute of Samantha's life. Her heart was pounding and it seemed like every step was an insurmountable task. The air around her felt unbelievably cold and the room unbelievably large, but the strength of her passion led her on despite her mounting fear. Her hand on the door handle was dripping with sweat. Was she really brazen enough to do something like this? Just yesterday, she wouldn't even think herself capable of watching another person have sex. It would be embarrassing and awkward, an intrusion on someone else's personal moment. But maybe it was something about the time of night or maybe it was the dream, or maybe it was the way he had touched her right in that little dent above the buttocks, but she felt like she would positively die if she didn't see what was going on in that bedroom. Samantha took a deep breath and held it, her chest tightening as she braced herself. No matter how smart or beautiful the girl might be, no matter now jealous Samantha became, she knew her own value. She wouldn't allow herself to collapse to the floor in agony or to break down in tears. But she nearly did both, anyway, when she caught side of the naked woman in Mikelis's bed. She recognized the slender shape of that shoulder, the delicate way the ends of her brown hair brushed against her shoulder blades. Mikelis lay on the back, his cock obscenely flaccid and tugging on it slightly while the woman licked his testicles. He was groaning a little, almost playfully. The woman who was servicing him was unmistakably his mother, Jelena. Jelena turned to look at Samantha and drew back as their eyes met, as though someone had slapped her. Samantha's jaw dropped, and for the longest time she could only stand there, her sweaty hand clutching the metal knob, as if for support. The only thing she could allow herself to feel was the thumping of her heart against her chest cavity. "What? Do you need something from me, Sam?" Mikelis asked with a naughty smirk on his face. "Or is the plug in your ass all the stimulation you need?" Samantha found herself balling her fists and clenching her teeth to keep from screaming at him. Barely moving, Mikelis directed his mother to start sucking his cock again. Samantha watched in terror as inch after inch of her friend's cock disappeared into his mother's talented mouth. "There's enough room for you on the bed as well," Mikelis said, smiling a little too brightly. "One woman is never enough for me when I'm really worked up, and damn did that plug at dinner do the trick!" Samantha would have given anything in the world for something to throw at him just then. She thought of all the hours spent as a girl fantasizing about him, and how her body responded to his very glance, his touch. She thought the world of him and had faith that as long as he was around to share it with her, there was no problem she couldn't tackle. She wanted to curl up in a die in corner like her old Labrador retriever who had gotten cancer when she was eleven. She had seen so much potential for in Mikelis. Could it all have been just an illusion? Samantha took a deep breath. She wouldn't stoop to crossing the distance to slap him or to unhook the lamp from the night stand and send it crashing over his head. She was a rational human being, and so she decided to throw words at him, instead of a pile of heavy-looking encyclopedias. "I can't believe what a freak and an arrogant bastard you are, Mike. Whatever would make you stoop so low as to use your own mother as a sex toy? She gave birth to you. She changed her freaking dipper and now she's sucking your dick and heaven knows what else. Have you lost all sense of propriety?" Samantha was trembling all over with righteous indignation. Her hands were balled into fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. Ladies of the Apocalypse Ch. 01 Mikelis didn't respond. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be enjoying his blowjob too much to even hear her. He grunted slightly as he slot a load of cum down his mother's throat. She licked her lips greedily. Her son's cock was glistening with her saliva. Samantha couldn't help but be hypnotized, though something about the way it looked made her feel sick to her stomach. Jelena licked his cock once more before speaking. "Stop being such a silly little girl," she said in her crisp Russian accent. "All the stories of right and wrong are just fairy tales ignorant eunuchs tell to control you. I want to give a man pleasure, what is wrong if the man I happen to have around is my son? What is wrong about giving love to your own son?" Samantha's mouth hung open. She didn't know what to say. Her face was flushed and she was hit by the knowledge that she would do anything, put up with anything to trade places with her, to have it be her lips that wrapped around Mikelis's cock, her tongue that licked at his bulging testicles. She whimpered softly with a combination of sheer lust and repressed desire. She had to bite her lip to contain it. If Mikelis had made another gesture to welcome her to join, she would have done it in a minute. But he seemed not to notice her at all. His eyes were still closed and his head rested motionless against the pillow. His mother was licking the back of his flaccid cock, which was quickly hardening again under her careful ministrations. Samantha had to squeeze her eyes shut and look the other way. How could she have ever wanted this fool? How could she be foolish enough herself to still want him, even knowing now what he was capable of? How could her body still ache for him so? Her heart was contracting in her chest, it was as though her body already belonged to him ages before he had ever touched her. Despite her better judgment, she found herself looking again. Mikelis opened his eyes and smiled sweetly at her, the look of a devil tempting her with sin. She reached out his hand to her and her breath stopped and she was sure she would die. "Come to me Sam, it's no use hiding your desire." She stepped forward slowly, her feet only rising an inch above the carpet so it seemed she would stumble at any moment. "There's no use trying to change the world, Samantha. It is what it is. There is no right or wrong, no absolutes. There's only what is most convenient in the moment, the desires of the flesh. Truth and justice are just a child's fantasy, to be discarded with Santa Claus and training diapers," Jelena said with an odd glint in her eye. Samantha bent down and allowed herself to he coiled up in Mikelis's lazy arm. She lay herself down half on top of him so that her head rested on his chest. His thumb flicked against her hard nipples, and she moaned as fire shot though her body. She felt like she was going to pass out from the pleasure. Her body was flooded with a sweet empty drunkenness. She was tempted to yield everything to him, to settle into him completely and give him absolute control over her mind and body. But just as she began to relax, she was struck by the sudden and unnerving sensation of being stuck down by the weight of a cold naked body. The muscles of her arms and legs twitched and she had to stifle a scream. Her body felt ice cold and she felt, as though a blunt axe had struck the back of her neck. She sprang from the bed and Mikelis and Jelena stared up at her wide-eyed. "I... I have to go home," she stammered, smoothing down the front of her nightgown. "Mikelis, get dressed and give her a ride home," Jelena said as though she was simply a concerned mother, and hadn't been sucking her son's cock only a moment ago. "Do... I... um... can't wait," Samantha cried out, pressing her legs together to control the flow of mixed sensations that were flooding though her. "I... I need to go." She moved to rush out of the room, but Mikelis grabbed her by the arm. "It will only take a moment," he said seriously. "And I'd feel a lot better if you let me give you a ride." Samantha bit her lip to keep from commenting on his choice of words. She tried to pull away from his grip, but he squeezed her arm painfully and drew her closer to him. "Samantha, be reasonable. It's very late and it's raining. You wouldn't be safe out there." He released her arm and moved to put his arm around her shoulder, but in that instant she bolted. "Samantha!" he called after her, but she would not slow down or listen to his words. He caught up with her as she was opening the front door, but as she flung it open, her elbow connected with his cheek, knocking him away from her. She heard his voice behind her, but the words were lost in the storm. The wet pavement was rough and cold against her bare feet. Each step was its own bruising agony. Samantha ran and ran, until the sidewalk seemed to be a silver ribbon, a lifeline connecting her to the world of sanity. As she ran, vague phantasms drifted toward her through the pall of raindrops. A grim priest, a handsome brooding man, a small baby, all passed slowly by her through he increasingly red-tinged rain. "Do you confess your sins as a Catholic?" young Mary asked her, giggling. "Sweet Jesus!" The terrible pain of fire burning in the back of her head. She tripped and fell into darkness. Samantha opened her eyes. She lay unmoving in bed, waiting for her eyes to focus. Her neck, shoulder and head ached and throbbed, and it took her a moment to determine where she was. Glancing around the room, she saw her little nightgown on the floor where she had thrown it, and the espresso cup on her night stand. She realized dully that she had made it to her own bed. She squeezed her eyes shut tight to block out the image of Mikelis laying atop his mother, entering her again and again while she moaned and writhed, and jerked her head back and forth several times to dispel the image. What she had seen was bad enough, without her imagination inventing further depravities. Shaking her head aggravated the pain in Samantha's neck, so she reached a hand up to massage it for some relief. Then she stopped and lay perfectly still. Her hand was covered with reddish-brown flecks. Looking at her other hand, it too was a mess. Their were also a few suggestive stains on her sheets. Samantha jumped out of her bed and ran to her computer. As she moved, she realized that her pussy was tender and overly sensitive, as if she'd been masturbating for hours. Blushing furiously, she scanned through the local news, looking for... she wasn't sure what she was looking for until she found it. "Three men dead in freak construction accident!" the headline proclaimed. Every part of Samantha's body seized up rigidly as she read the rest of the article. "According to police, the three men have not yet been identified. Apparently, all were crushed by falling equipment, though the equipment has not yet been located..." Samantha's shoulder's fell limply and she sagged back into her chair. She simply sat there, staring at nothing for a long moment, before she could summon enough strength to get to the bathroom and clean herself up. She barely made it before the wave of nausea overtook her. She collapsed against the toilet bowl, her hand moving limply to wipe the vomit from her chin. A plane, undoubtedly headed for the LAX airport, roared overhead. Samantha's eyelids rolled back into her head. She was stripped naked and covered with blood when her roommate found her three hours later. Ladies of the Apocalypse Ch. 02 What else is woman but a foe to friendship, an inescapable punishment, a necessary evil, a natural temptation, a desirable calamity, a domestic danger, a delectable detriment, an evil of nature. -St. Chrysostom What woman needs is not as a woman to act or rule, but as a nature grow, as an intellect to discern, as a soul to live freely, and unimpeded to unfold such powers a were given her. - Margaret Fuller --- Lili Moon, 18, worked the evening shift at See's chocolate, not merely because it supplemented the little income her parents gave her for college – she was, after all, experimenting with other ways of making money – but because she had admired the uniform ever since her mother first brought her to the shop as a little girl. She absolutely had to have one like it. She was also rather fond of chocolate. The store closed at 9 o'clock, but there has not been a customer for over an hour, and Lili started thinking about shooting another dirty movie to post on her new website, with her brother Gabe's digital camcorder. She had a new bit of lingerie her mother got her as a make-up gift last Wednesday, a white baby doll top with matching lace panties. If she wore that in today's movie, she could sell it used (and cum-covered) to some horny middle-aged fellow online, and get it the hell out of her closet. It seemed like her mother was always trying to apologize for something or other. Lili shut the metal gate in front of the entrance to the candy shop, bending down just a little too far, so that she flashed her bare butt from beneath her just a little too short skirt at the dark hallway. Blushing profusely, she covered herself up quickly and looked around, her heart thumping, desperate to know that no one had seen her. Lili was aware that her great online claim to exhibitionism was a little piece of hypocrisy. Only recently was she able to get up enough guts to flash security cameras or to walk around outside without panties, and she was still hyper-aroused, her crotch wet and sensitive, from the sense of adventure. Someone tapped Lili on the back and she squealed, pushing the back of her skirt down over her butt for protection, wheeling around to confront the damn fellow. He was so close that their lips nearly touched when she faced him. Thank God, it was only Gabriel. But it stung a little when, after a moment, he flinched and moved away suddenly, without a word. "Come on," he finally stammered, after an awkward silence that lasted just a little too long. "I have a mountain of statistics tests that need to be graded before tomorrow, so we need to hurry if you want to get your little show in." Lili's heart gave a little nervous dance. He grabbed her hand affectionately and they walked out the nearly deserted mall into the parking structure, Gabe muttering under his breath about his workload. "Is that strange girl you live with still having stomach problems?" he asked, opening the passenger door of his blue Taurus for his sister to slide in. Despite himself, he couldn't help but be aroused by the way her legs moved, and by the thought of her bare bottom coming into contact with his upholstery. "You mean Samantha?" Lili said conversationally. "No, but it sure is weird. I must have dragged her to the student health center a dozen times. She's definitely not pregnant, which was my first guess. The doctor says she's still a virgin. Anyway, I think she's a little nuts. She's never home at night, and she spends way, way too long on the computer looking up homicides. It's creepy. I feel like I'm living in a horror movie or something." "Does it make you wet to talk about this?" Gabriel asked, his voice hoarse. "Let me check," Lili replied, pushing up her skirt, opening her legs apart and dipping a finger between her pussy lips. The Taurus swerved into the next lane and the car behind honked loudly. "Don't do that!" Gabriel snapped, his face was bright red with embarrassment. "Do you want to get us killed or something?" Lili couldn't help but notice that his cock was hard in his pants, straining ruthlessly against his tight blue jeans. She knew that he sometimes got aroused while helping her film her, but of course, as her brother, he'd never let himself touch her. Even the cum they used for filming was collected ahead of time and kept in the little refrigerator in Gabe's office. Sometimes, when she really got going, Lili would become really desperate for a nice juicy cock between her lips. And she had to admit, Gabe was one hot hunk of meat. The car rocked a little as Gabriel changed lanes again. Lili was jolted back to reality. "Oh, sorry, I wasn't thinking," Lili said, trying to brush off her brother's angry words. He could be a little cranky from time to time, but it was nothing unusual in her family, and it was true what she had said about not thinking. The bigger she became on the Internet, the more it was leaking into her normal life, until she was seriously afraid she'd end up becoming a total slut. Gabriel rubbed her shoulder, his fingers lingering on her skin just a moment too long to be entirely casual. Lili blushed again and tried to think of something else. Unfortunately, the only things that came to mind were dirty images. She bit her lip gently to keep herself from moaning. It was very important that Gabriel didn't think she was a slut. He was the only family Lili could honestly say she was proud to have, and she had specifically applied to the same university with the same major so she could be near her beloved big brother. Lili beamed at Gabriel, who was so focused on driving that he didn't look back. But Lili thought his cheeks might have flushed just a little. --- They set up for the photo shoot in Gabriel's room in the graduate student housing. Her brother's friend Raphie shared the apartment, but he was a third-year medical student in the middle of his surgery rotation, and was too busy giving rectals and sewing up drunken hobos to be too much of a nuisance. Lili grabbed her duffle bag out of the closet and changed into her lingerie, throwing her brother's long white cotton bathrobe over herself for modesty. "Are you ready yet? I've got the cum heating in the microwave, and the camcorder's mounted on the tripod." "I'm coming right out," Lili said, hugging the robe to her under-clad body. The butterflies in her tummy were so bad it was almost like morning sickness, not that Lili had ever been pregnant. After all, she was only 18, technically still a virgin. No one had taken that from her, though considering the size of the dildos she had stuffed up herself during her last film, she doubted she had much of a hymen left to prove it. Lili looked in the mirror and tugged the skin dark circle beneath her eye to make it look a little less noticeable. Was she getting old? Her head was aching so much she was afraid she'd pass out and hit her head against the sink. Bride's nerves. She splashed cold water on her face and tried to focus. She was going to give herself to a bunch of strangers – again. She didn't know any of them and never wanted to. The feel of their eyes on her and the cushion of distance and anonymousness the internet provided the biggest rush of her life. She could be as big of a slut as she wanted without worrying about the repercussions. There was no one there to see her there in the living room besides Gabriel, who she trusted absolutely. It would only be her own hands touching herself. There was nothing there to hurt her. She was in control. Her heart was racing like mad. Gabriel knocked on the door. "Are you sure you didn't drown in there? Come on, Mom will blame me if your grades start slipping from lack of sleep." "I'm coming already." Lili dropped the robe and stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but the white corset. Her brother took a step back and whistled quietly, before he caught himself. These shootings with his sister were supposed to be completely about business. There was a wall that made it impossible for him to have dishonorable intentions towards his little sister. That wall was what had kept him alive growing up, that let him passively watch as the only girl he ever loved blossomed into the sexiest woman imaginable. Gabriel wasn't going to let himself take in how beautiful the mounds of her breasts were or how delicious her freshly shaved pussy looked. He wasn't going to let his eyes linger on the moisture that was seeping down from between her legs, wasn't going to fantasize about lapping the juices up with his tongue or rubbing the head of his cock between her lips. Lili sat down on the rug in front of the camera and slowly began to spread her legs apart, tempting the audience ruthlessly with more and more of her bare, dripping wet cunt. Her brother bit his lip and concentrated on keeping the camera focused and making sure the cum in the microwave had heated evenly. Lili began stroking herself slowly, periodically pushing a finger or two into herself and thrusting it in and out before licking it hungrily and rubbing it over her cleavage. "Very good, very good," Gabriel complimented, his voice just a little husky and unsteady. Lili responded by rubbing a glob of her clear slime across her rose-colored lips. Her legs were still wide open, exposing her whole naked pussy to the camera so her online audience could stare straight down her hole if they wanted to. Her cunt was positively oozing to the point where her fingers were slipping and having a very hard time getting a perch on her little clit. Gabe gulped and gnawed a little on his lower lip. "Why don't I get you a dish towel or something to dry yourself off a little? Down there, I mean. And then we can to some bukkake stuff." "All right," Lili said, positively beaming over her shoulder at him. God, that shot would look excellent, when Gabe was alone in his room going back over the footage. He'd have to jack off a couple of times beforehand to make sure he didn't get too aroused. But he found porn so arousing in general that he could easily pretend it didn't matter that the film was of his sister. It could be any woman's perfectly rounded breasts and supple nipples that he was desperate to suckle. It could be any woman's sopping wet cunt, any woman's smile that turned his heart to butter. Besides, he needed to get cum for the filming somehow. "My God, I am unbelievably wet, could you hurry up a bit on that towel?" Gabe smiled, trying hard to dispel the pleasant feeling of once again seeing his sister's wet cunt in his mind's eye. He threw Lili the dish rag and began mopping herself up. Gabriel sloshed the water bottle full of sperm around to help it heat more evenly. It was sort of an interesting and bizarre sensation, watching his own semen sticking to the edge of the clear bottle, and he wondered idly how many of the little flagellated cells had survived the freezing and reheating. The idea of his little sister, with his potent sperm swimming on her face and in her mouth and on the whites of her eyes, gave him goose pimples he'd much rather not think about. "The goo's almost ready," Gabriel told his sister, blushing slightly. They always used childish words like goo or weenie when they talked about her photo shoots, it made the whole thing seem that much more innocent. "You looking forward to this?" "Aren't I always?" Lili said, taking her fingers coated with juice from her cunt and consuming it all greedily. "Hey, I didn't turn the camera back on yet!" Gabe complained. "There's no reason to be naughty right now." Lili shrugged. She was a little too embarrassed to tell her brother how much she was getting into it. Camera or no camera, she couldn't resist having a good time. Did that make her a slut? She tried to vanquish the thought. She reached out and flicked back on the camera with her sucked-clean hand and began toying with herself again. She was a terrible camerawoman, and she had to use her foot to move the view around, but she was having a hell of a time, and Gabe was right, it did feel a hell of a lot better and somehow more practical to masturbate while the camera was on. "Hey, you're wasting film!" Gabriel protested, rushing to flick back off the camera, cum-filled water bottle in hand. "None of that footage is going to be any good." But he was smiling when he said it. Lili began to pout, her lower lip jutting out the same way it always did when she was a girl. Gabriel reached out and unsnapped the first three clasps of her corset, so her nipples stuck out through the gap, and flicked back on the camera. Lili giggled as the clasps came undone. It was unbelievably pleasant, having someone she trusted completely touch her so intimately and yet so casually. It made the skin, near where he was touching, ticklish and so overly sensitive. The feeling of cold air against her bare, hardening nipples drove her wild with lust and desire. Gabriel untwisted the water bottle full of ejaculate and slowly began to pour it down his sister's face, while she held her eyes closed tightly. They both knew, from experience with previous shoots, that cum in the eyes could be really unpleasant. The cum dribbled down off her hair and clung to the bridge of her nose, collected on her chin and dripped onto her newly bared nipples. Her face was wet and shining with sperm, and Lili had to keep her eyes shut tight while she rubbed it around her face, gathering up great globs with her tongue and fingers and pushing it into her mouth. Her brother's sperm wasn't quite as tasty as her own juices, but it was a very close second, and she played with it in her mouth, licking it off her teeth with her tongue the way she had seen real porn stars do. Then she swallowed the whole load in one big gulp and began shoveling in more to repeat the process. Finally, she wiped her eyes clean and opened them up just a little to see what her brother was up to. He was focusing the camera with an impartial expression on his face, which made her over aroused body ache with a mixture of pain and flaming desire. Gabriel handed her a life-size silicon dildo, carefully keeping his mouth a carefully sculpted granite slit. Lili grabbed it greedily and began licking the head like a lollipop, swirling her tongue around the edge, as though she wanted to keep the candy she was consuming perfectly round. Her face was still glistening with cum and her eyes were turning just a little red. Gabe began to moan but cut it off sharply. Lili smiled and pushed the toy between her lips, filling her mouth with as much of the silicon as she could take without gagging. She pulled the wet toy out and licked the underside thoroughly, teasing the place under the head that represented the sensitive nerve cluster. A great glob of cum rolled down her face and onto her left nipple. Her brother bit his hand and focused on the camera. Spreading her legs wide apart again, Lili navigated the slippery phallus into her well-lubed cunt, pulling her inner lips apart with her free hand to keep the toy from snagging. Her head rolled back in rapture as the dildo pushed into her. There was no feeling in the world that compared with being entered, unless it was cumming with a big toy buried deep inside. Her whole body was so sensitive. Her belly ached pleasurably from the penetration. She moaned softly. She had completely forgotten about the camera or her brother watching, she was consumed entirely by her own little world of rapture. She felt herself begin to come and ripped the toy from herself quickly. A splash of juice shot from between her legs. She pushed the toy back inside herself, rubbed her clit a couple of times with one of her hands while struggling to keep her balance, and ripped the phallus from herself again, sending out another tremendous stream of juices. "Holy shit!" Gabriel exclaimed, taking his trembling hands off the camera to keep from shaking the picture. "I didn't know you could squirt! We'll have to try that again sometime." Lili beamed, incredibly pleased by her brother's compliment. "Do we have enough footage now? My pussy is a bit tender and the goo's getting all drippy." Gabriel laughed and flicked off the camera. "Yeah, I think we got enough. Go use the bathroom in my room, I'll leave your clothes on the bed, and nuke up some leftovers for dinner." Lili winced. "I don't think I can eat anything, my stomach hurts," she said, wiping the quickly liquefying cum away from her eyes. "You still getting cramps a week before your period?" Gabriel asked, his voice all concern. "I thought these stopped when Dad put your on the pills in junior high." Lili shrugged. "Well, I stopped taking them a month ago, when I moved here. I just couldn't see messing with my body chemistry when I'm not even interested in sex." She wiped another stream of her brother's bottled cum from her eyes, as though it was completely irrelevant to the line of conversation. Irony had never been her strong suit. "You know, sometime pretty soon you'll find the right guy and want to make love to him," Gabriel said, trying hard to sound big-brotherly and to ignore the raging hard-on in his jeans. "Don't you think it's better to be prepared?" "That's why God made condoms," Lili retorted and shut her brother's bedroom door behind her. Her balled hands were trembling and she felt strangely cold and sensitive. Honestly, she had no idea why she was so flustered. She figured it was some residual effect of the horniness and the butterflies. She pulled off the white corset top as quickly as her quaking fingers would manage, shoved it into a plastic bag and tied it. With any luck, Gabe would be able to sell it quickly for a lot of money and she'd be able to buy herself something she liked better with the proceeds. She was toying with the idea of buying herself a sports bike as a treat. Samantha had come home the other day with a big chrome thing with BMW written on it and got Lili's imagination started. Of course, she'd never consider something so heavy, it went against her sense of aesthetics. Lili walked into the bathroom completely naked and turned on a blast of hot water. The stream felt so good against her back and body, she found herself moaning before she could stop herself. She had never been able to convince her brother to stock his shower with more than a simple two-in-one shampoo and conditioner and Irish Springs soap, which, to tell the truth, wasn't all that good for getting massive amounts of cum off her hair and body. What she wouldn't give for a gallon of the stuff the porn girls in the Valley used! But as usual, she made do with what was on hand without complaining. She had always been one to make lemons into lemonade. She tugged at her sensitive pussy lips and made sure to clean herself out thoroughly. Her breasts and face were so covered in cum that it took three intense rinses to get enough of it off to make a difference. She would kill for some real moisturizer, unfortunately all Gabe had was some Vaseline, which he was using to train her body to do anal tricks for future movies, and that smelled like ass to her, but she could deal. Better that than to let her face dry out and look gross for her classes tomorrow. Appearances still mattered to young modern women, and now that the adrenaline was leaking out of her body, her eyes were beginning to ache. She knew from experience that the whites of her eyes would be complete red from cum irritation by the time she stepped out of the shower. She dreaded having to go home that way. Marina, the brown-haired Russian girl who shared her room with her, was sure to notice and ask questions. It's not like she could get away with wearing sunglasses like she did during her weekend shoot. Sunny Los Angeles or not, no one walked around wearing sunglasses at night, unless one had some terrible Terminator fetish. Ladies of the Apocalypse Ch. 02 Lili dried herself off carefully. Her skin was tender and excitable. She found herself oddly tempted to masturbate, but really didn't know how. Besides the stuff she had emulated from porn movies for her own films, she didn't really know anything at all about sex or even about her own body. Her parents hadn't been big supporters of sexual education. She had never kissed a man who wasn't a family member. Sighing, she stepped back into her brother's bedroom. It felt odd being so alone after the show she had just performed, like stepping back into her apartment after a sale day at the mall. She wanted to fling the door to the bedroom open and make Gabriel take a really good look at her, to have him stand face to face with her, to feel sexy without the camera in the way like some terrible chaperone. But Lili knew she was being silly. This was all about business, and the boundaries they had in place was the only thing that let them continue on without complication, the only thing that kept her wild little fantasy life separate from reality. Without these precautions she would find herself caught up in a hurricane of emotion and feeling she wasn't sure she could recover from. Still, her heart ached and her cunt burned. --- The best thing about going to the same university as her brother was that it was only a mile walk from the graduate dorms to the freshman dorms where Lili and her roommate's lived. She could walk it alone easily, if only Gabriel wasn't so paranoid that some pervert would come along and rape her if she went out alone at night. The fifteen-minute walk was agonizing. Lili was always hyper-aroused after her shoots, and the feel of her brother's skin as he accidentally knocked against her from time to time gave her pleasurable little goose bumps and made her awkward and wet between the legs. She couldn't help thinking about all the naughty stuff she had been doing, especially that last bit with the silicone phallus, wishing that it could be her brother's hunk of meat she was toying with instead. The silicon had a rubbery, artificial sort of taste that she was just beginning to get used to and didn't really like. Would a real cock taste much better? Was it wrong to even think about such things? Girls weren't supposed to be sex-crazed maniacs like guys were! Was something wrong with her, was she somehow messed up because the only cock she had ever been interested in just happened to be attached to her precious older brother? Lili sighed and tried hard to flick that part of her brain off like a light switch. She missed the days when her thoughts were a lot more innocent and playful, when she never seemed to doubt whether she was a good person or not, never even imagined she could feel shame for her thoughts and feelings. Was it simply part of getting older, or were her doings somehow so wrong that her very own mind set out to punish her? She really had to think of something else. She took her brother's hand, hoping to make it seem like she just needed the comfort of his presence to fight off the fear of nighttime predators, and set out to find some thought that would require a lot of brain power, yet have nothing whatsoever to do with sex. Finally her brain settled on Samantha. The two of them were quickly becoming friends, ever since she'd picked her up off the bathroom floor after her first puking fit a couple of weeks ago. It turned out that all three girls in that dorm apartment had the same morning class Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays: Famous Women in History and Myth. Lili had an extra credit presentation on Lady Godiva due on Monday (she had chosen that topic because it made her think of chocolate). The three girls took to walking to class together. Samantha always somehow managed to disappear right after class, though no one Lili talked to could remember what door she had walked out of. Lili stood on the tips of her toes to kiss her brother on the cheek before she unlocked the door to the apartment. The lights in the common room were already out, which meant that the two other girls had retired to their rooms for the night. The light was on in Samantha's room, and Lili could hear a sound like an electric razor going. Was Samantha shaving her legs? Another thing she could imagine was that her friend behind the white painted door was lying sprawled on her bed, her legs spread apart, pleasuring herself with a fancy electric vibrator like she had seen a girl do in a porno her brother sent her on her eighteenth birthday. Lili blushed and tried to dispel the image. Real women certainly didn't masturbate, except on camera! They were naturally too modest to take advantage of themselves that way. She must still be aroused from the filming or she wouldn't even think of such things! She was really turning into a total pervert. What dirty thoughts she was capable of thinking! She smiled at her own tactless vulgarity and scuffled off to the bathroom to change into her nightie and go to bed. She could tell that Marina had been the last in the bathroom because the room smelt heavily of incense and candle wax. Lili had no idea what her roommate did in the shower, and wasn't sure she wanted to know. She began to brush her teeth furiously, almost as though she was getting ready for a hot date and intended to do a lot of kissing. She spit the paste out into the porcelain basin and giggled when it reminded her of her brother's reheated cum bubbling in her mouth. She pulled some dental floss out of the cabinet and threaded it between her teeth. The string often made her gums bleed, but it was worth it to maintain proper dental hygiene. Besides, she liked the way it made her mouth feel all sensitive, so how it made her really fantasize about sucking cocks afterwards, one after another. Unfortunately, Gabriel bought all her sex toys for her and insisted on locking them in a trunk in his closet when they weren't using them for filming. Marina was already asleep when Lili walked into their shared bedroom. She stayed up for a while, doing research for her project by the light of the desk lamp. "The legend of Lady Godiva, a tantalizing tale about a noblewoman who rode naked around Coventry to protest an excessive tax, is believed to be a myth surrounding a real woman, Godiva, wife of Leofric, Earl of Mercia, a wealthy landowner in her own right, and a religious patron." Lili closed her book and sighed heavily. The white mice Marina had swiped from her biology lab were making a ruckus in their little cage. Lili hoped her roommate would let them loose sometime soon, their shit smelt bad. She threw a pillow over her head and quickly fell asleep, dreaming wonderful dreams of dark chocolate covered with freshly microwaved cum, and a very bumpy car ride. --- Lili was, predictably, first out of bed. Years of parentally enforced slave labor tending her mother's organically-grown heirloom tomatoes accustomed to rising with the sun. She slapped her cheeks gently to get the blood flowing and sashayed off to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. While she waited for the coffee to percolate, she sat on the common room couch, reading another account of the exploits of Lady Godiva and nibbling idly on a bit of granola bar. Riding around naked through the town on horseback, after ordering all the commoners to stay inside with the windows latched, how cool was that! Lili must have dozed off a bit. She actually felt the air against her skin, the rough leather of the saddle rubbing ruthlessly against her clit as she rocked back and forth in time with the natural gait of the white stallion. She could even feel the eyes of the villages staring at her though their latched windows. She jumped up just in time to keep the cheap coffee pot (which she had purchased from Target a week ago) from overflowing, nearly singing her delicate fingers in the effort. A moment later, a knock at the door made her jump. She ran quickly back to her room to throw her bathrobe over her pajamas and rushed to open the door. Peeking through the door, her heart still pounding, she realized she might as well not have bothered. It was only Gabriel. "Hey, bro," she said opening the door so her older brother could enter the apartment. Was it only her imagination, or did he really pause a moment to check out her cleavage? She couldn't help but get a little wet. "Come on in. The other girls will be up in a moment. They won't be pleased with me for letting some strange guy in the house, even if he's my brother." Her brother plopped down on the couch and stretched awkwardly, as though he was trying to act more comfortable than he really was. He drew his sister towards him and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Lili laid her head against his shoulder. She could feel his heart beating. The silence was heavy. "So, don't you have morning office hours or something?" Lili asked, just to relieve the awkward silence. "The office hours were canceled," her brother replied, stroking her hand absently. "The professor will be out of town on a conference this Friday, so the weekly quiz was postponed. I thought I'd take you out to breakfast, if you aren't too busy. I feel like I rushed you off too quickly last night. Besides," he added, grunting as he moved his arm away so he could reach the zipper of the book bag he brought with him. "I picked up this new device from the post office this morning, and I'm dying to try it out for the website." "Oh, what is it?" Lili exclaimed, throwing herself closer in her excitement, so that her brother's arm was squeezed between her large breasts. Her hyper-sensitive cunt rubbed deliciously against the rough fabric of the couch cushion. She was pretty sure she was leaving a bit of a slime trail. Gabriel pulled out a pair of shiny silver balls and something resembling a small TV remote. "It's a remote-controlled vibrator," he explained, his voice a little husky. "You, um... put those little silver bullets... ah hum... up yourself, and I'll have the other end. So, when you least expect it, we... I mean, I turn on the remote and see how you cope with getting off in public. You know, our viewers adore this exhibitionist stuff. I thought we might... ah... hum... broaden ourselves a little bit, bring in more of a market." "Sounds like fun," Lili replied, trying hard to make her voice sound even when she was positively shaking with excitement. "Just let me run take a quick shower and dress, and I'll be out in a moment." She reached out to take the two silver bullets from her brother, and his fingerstips brushed against her palm as he blushed and handed them to her. Pleasure and trepidation coursed though Lili's body. "Back in a jiffy!" She skipped into the bathroom, feeling Gabriel's eyes drilling into her back. --- Twenty minutes later, Lili's entire body was soaped and thoroughly cleaned. She also incidentally changed into a slightly too-short dress and inserted the little bullets. Gabriel gave her a taste of the vibrations the moment she stepped out of the bathroom, and Lili nearly collapsed. She giggled merrily as she struggled to right herself. "I don't know how I'll manage not to act really weird at breakfast!" Lili protested, with laughter in her voice. "That's the point. You're the closet exhibitionist. I figured you'd get a kick out of this. Besides, you'll have all your fans eating out of the palm of your hand." --- By Halloween Lili had made enough money from her online business to pay next year's tuition, with a little left over to pad Gabe's salary. But the tension between brother and sister was getting a little out of hand. Lili couldn't even think about her brother, without blushing and crumpling over with a delicious tummy ache that felt strangely like cumming and messing a pair of clean lacy panties in the process. Fortunately, Lili's mother, who had grown up in poverty and sometimes had wear rags instead of underwear, was concerned that her grown daughter would be forced into the same indignity. Never a week went by that young Lili, who was (technically) still a virgin and rather shy around men in her off-camera life, didn't get a care package of deliciously sensual undergarments from her well meaning mother. The duo were making a killing in the panty market. About a week before, Lili finally got up the nerve to ask her brother exactly why horny men wanted to buy her soaked panties on the Internet. Gabe, who was drinking a can of mountain dew, spit it out his nose and turned purple. There was an awkward silence for nearly half a minute, before Gabe stammered that he had to run off and present something or other to his advisor, and ran out the front door, leaving his confused baby sister behind in his apartment all by her lonesome. Lili thought about it during her Great Women in History and Mythology class, which in general had the flaw of being dull. She didn't really like to think about it, but she knew that the men she sold her panties to were using them to masturbate. Like Britney had said ages ago in that music video Lili loved in back Junior High, she wasn't that innocent. No, she told herself, shaking her head, completely ignoring her teacher's "feminist perspective on the king Arthur myth," a subject that had her roommate Marina in such raptures. (Lili was especially disinclined to listen to the lecture because Marina liked it, and Marina had politely kicked her out of the bedroom so her cousin from San Diego could stay with her during the fires.) No, it wasn't exactly WHAT the men were doing with her panties that interested her. She certainly didn't want to know THOSE details. It really the question WHY that was eating at her. Why was what she was doing working? Why were so many people eager to watch her? What was the appeal? And why was her brother the only man in the world she could possibly let herself want? The kindest, gentlest man in the world was the one who felt the most uncomfortable with it. She had the disquieting notion that there was something to these questions, and if she could only find the answers she would be much better off. She thought that the questions she was troubling herself over might in fact be too difficult for one eighteen year old girl to answer on her own. But who could she confide in when she had such a secret? If only she could think of some cover, some silly fake story she could tell someone so they could understand without really understanding. If only there was some way she could tell her tale without someone shutting her up or judging her harshly. But was there a single girl alive who could forgive her for making porn? Class ended, and Samantha, who had been sitting next to her, slipped out some side door that Lili hadn't noticed and simply disappeared without a trace. Marina hurried by, apparently caught up in her conversation with the cute TA. Lili didn't feel much like going to her brother's apartment and shooting another video, and she had reduced her hours at See's with the income from the shoots. When she was completely honest with herself, Lili realized that she wanted to talk to Samantha more than anyone else, as if some hidden region of her soul was drawn irresistibly to the other woman. Lili mulled it over in her mind while she trudged back towards her dorm room. Ever since that strange night, it was like her flat mate was a completely different person. Lili knew something in her had snapped, and that was appealing the way auto accidents and dead baby birds are horribly appealing. Was Samantha crazy enough to listen to her? A tight aching place in her tummy gave a delicious little yearning flop at the thought, and her already tortured crotch squirted a load of feminine juices into the third pair of panties for the day. Lili, was confused and embarrassed (she never had any sexual feelings towards women, ever!) and wondered idly if this pair would smell any different from the other two, which she had dirtied thinking of Gabriel. She raised her head slightly and continued walking. She was just too horny, that was all, maybe she was ovulating or something. She wasn't the sort of girl who had kinky fantasies about family members, or girls! Girls who had such fantasies were messed up somehow. Maybe they had fathers or funny uncles who had raped them, or mothers who insisted they wear their brother's old Spiderman undies to elementary school because they were too lazy or too poor to buy them lacy girls' panties. Lili shrugged. It felt like she was knocking a great weight off her shoulders. God, wouldn't it be great if she could manage to open up to somebody? She just knew Samantha would listen to her! She stepped off the cement curb and began to cross the parking lot nearest the dorms when a strange animalistic noise caused her to turn her head suddenly. These sounds were exactly what she thought they were. In a shady corner of the parking lot, a couple was pressed tightly together, having sex on the hood of a blue Saturn. The woman was very slender and busty with shockingly blond hair that looked as if it had come in a can. Lili noticed with a critical eye that the woman wore nothing but expensive designer clothing, and had French-tipped nails. Lili couldn't see much of the woman's face or the front of her clothing (besides the boobs, which really stood out) because she was covered by her lover, a regal but arrogant-looking man with a long brown pony-tail. Lili was absolutely mesmerized. She had never really seen people have sex before. She had watched a bit of porn, but that didn't compare to having the real thing right there in front of her. She remembered vaguely that once, years ago, she had woken up from a nightmare, and stumbled upon her parents having sex. But that was so different. She had been scared and embarrassed then. Now, she was aroused. It was almost as though she could feel every bump and grind, every grunt and squeal of pleasure. It seemed so right, as though the natural order of things demanded that men and women embrace in that manner, and her own unbelievably wet cunt, which had never known the feel of a real warm-blooded cock to stretch it, seemed to whimper with desire. Lili gasped. As she continued to stare open-mouthed, the couple moved apart slightly and shifted so the handsome gentlemen stood on the ground, his trousers around his legs, while the woman rested her weight on her arms and dipped ever-so-slightly to match the rhythm of the thrusts. Lili was hypnotized. Her heart pounded in her chest and neck in time with the beat of the two young bodies knocking against each other. Her soul vibrated with every grunt, every squeal. She felt like her body would break under the pressure. She reached down and gently touched her pussy through her clothing. The sensation was unbelievably sharp and pleasant. Her flesh urged her to continue; it knew the ritual of masturbation well from all the hours on camera. It was part of her, and yet she felt odd and conflicted. She was so alone, so left out, so invisible. All at once, she wished it was her on the hood of the car being fucked. She wanted to flaunt her naked body to the world in life the way she did on camera, to force the stupid people who would surely judge her to stand there and watch and see what sort of creature she really was, to force them to somehow deal with it. It was wrong that she felt so ashamed. The bleached blonde convulsed, sucking in her stomach dramatically, and began doing little sit-ups on the hood of the car. The man thrust deeply into her and froze, a somber frown on his face. Lili bit her lip and slowly pulled her hand from her loins. She was so overcome by the sensation that she couldn't force herself to move for almost a whole minute. Finally, slowly, she awoke from her trance and stumbled to her door. Samantha was already home, throwing a hissy fit about some guy named Mikelis who she made a point of calling a "man whore" as often as possible. Lili thought this was somewhat amusing, but mostly it was frustrating. She had such high hopes for confiding in her flat-mate, and now it seemed like that wasn't going to happen. Ladies of the Apocalypse Ch. 02 Fortunately, after watching that sex scene outside in the parking lot, confiding in someone didn't feel as important as it did twenty minutes ago. She hopped into the shower, leaving the door unlocked in case Samantha needed the toilet, and began to wash the sweat and desire off her body. Her skin was wonderfully sensitive. Every touch felt like a lover's caress, and she found herself kissing and licking her own arms and breasts out of sheer affection and desire. When Lili stepped out of the shower, Samantha was nowhere to be seen. Lili was a bit surprised. She knew her flat-mate didn't have any other classes until evening, and she hadn't left the house often to be social. Lili caught sight of her out the bedroom window, having a heated discussion with the man she had seen having sex with the bleached blonde. They were standing close to the building, next to a beautiful new BMW, and as she watched, the man drew Samantha into his arms and kissed her passionately on the lips. Everything about his stance, the way he moved to hold her, even the way his eyes sparkled seemed to exclaim that Samantha was the only woman in the world he cared about, and Lili would have been completely taken in, if she hadn't watched him have incredibly steamy sex with the blonde just minutes ago. Samantha seemed to melt into him, and for a moment there was some trick of the light and Lili couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. It was beautiful and eerie at the same time. The two were clearly madly in love with each other. Was it possible that Samantha lied about being a virgin? No, the doctor at the ER had confirmed it. Still, they seemed a bit too cozy in each other's arms for a couple who had never gone all the way. The man dropped Samantha suddenly, and she drew back quickly, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. The fellow stumbled back, clutching his face where Samantha had bitten a bit of flesh from his cheek. "Holy shit!" Lili cursed. Samantha ran quickly into the house. "Why the hell did you do that?" Samantha shrugged. "He's caused me nothing but pain since I've known him. He had it coming, they all do! Men in this society are all so fucking self-righteous it makes me want to puke! Someone has to stuff their heads in the toilet bowl from time to time and forget to flush. The whole fucking world is so fucked up! It's nothing like I expected it to be! Nothing like they told me it was going to be like when I was growing up! And it wasn't like I was raised naïve or anything. My father's a fucking corporate giant and I'm supposed to take over for him when he retires. I'm supposed to have some semblance of an idea of how the world works. It's not just me!" Lili nodded. A lot of what Samantha was talking about was similar to things in the back of her mind. "So what do we do about it? What can two normal girls like us do to change the world? We don't have any power." Samantha waved her hand dismissively. "We have more power than you think. You know, I've discovered a great secret. I'm the reincarnation of Mary Queen of Scots, come back from hell to bring about the apocalypse, and you must be the incarnation of another great woman meant to help out. Come with me." She yanked a couple of helmets out of her closet and thrust one at Lili before dragging her out of the parking lot, taking care to flick off the cute guy who was still standing by the expensive car. She mounted a Harley, with Lili behind her. For the life or her, Lili couldn't tell why she had followed Samantha. She must have been nearly as mad as her red-headed flat-mate, to straddle the bike and wrap her arms around her, but she did. "Lady Godiva," she said finally as Samantha thrust the keys into the ignition. "If I'm going to be some famous dead woman, I want to be Lady Godiva." "Ok, Godiva, let's get nasty," Samantha said, and the engine roared to life.