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Muses Ch. 01

By: Sean Renaud



Chapter 1: We're here to help

"Hey Karen, you there?" I asked as I stared at the blank computer screen. My writer's block was getting the best of me again. Nobody was really talking to me at the moment. It might have been the stress of my business going downhill or just a lack of inspiration but I wasn't able to get words to appear on the screen. Well maybe a paragraph or two. Somewhere in my mind there was a room filled with armed men fighting off cyborg dinosaurs. Except they weren't fighting, they were just all standing around. They may as well have been sharing a cup of tea. In another corner of my mind an elfin princess was going to be enjoyed by the orcish army that had crushed her kingdom. There were a couple other pairings that were silently sitting around waiting for my commands so they could live their lives. I knew what I wanted from them all but I couldn't quite manage to communicate it. The end result was instead of suffering at the hands of the orcs just once Gabriella had relived the same day at least four times. Once it had been wolf creatures that went first, other times the orcs defiled her with food. Once they just got frustrated and ripped her head off and played catch for a while. The point is they were doing lots of things but nothing that really entertained me. 

"Yes I'm here, well whatever here is." My muse joked as she walked into a blank universe. I wasn't even sure what she was standing on, there didn't seem to be any floor but she wasn't floating or flying either. She was definitely standing and more than a little annoyed by the look on her face. "C'mon give me something to work with I hate being in this blankness, it creeps me out."

"Sorry about that babe." Karen walked out of her bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head. A few stray reddish curls escaped to frame her face. Other than that she was nude. She didn't need to wear clothing, it was her house and it made her feel free and sexy to strut around naked when she could. Her bed was wrapped in red satin sheets, not that they could be seen through the army of teddy bears scattered across it. Sunlight filtered into the room through her drapes seeming to point at her black night stand where her telephone sat next to an obnoxious Garfield alarm clock and her dildo, Speedy.

Karen looked around at her surroundings and smirked raising a brow in question. "Okay we both know I don't make enough money for satin sheets so who's house is this anyway?" She plopped herself down on the bed still not particularly minding that she was nude and I was staring at her pierced nipples. She was wearing star shaped nipple shields that glistened slightly in the light. "And you can stop staring at me. I know you love me, but really you're talking to me like I'm a person because you're having some kind of problem so let's see if we can solve your problem."

"I'm not having a problem. I'm setting a scene, you're a hooker now." I reply. I really hate it when she starts getting insightful and snippy. She can utterly derail a story if she's not in the mood to do what I want. I can't really make her do anything, I ask and she's often kind enough to work with whatever I give her. That's why I love her so much, she's only girl I know that I can ask her to seduce her father and twenty minutes later she'll have her father's drawers around his ankles and his cock lodged in her throat. If I tell her that I want to feed her to a tentacle monster her only request is that I send one of her ex friends in with her. Most of my girls won't do half the shit that Karen will. The only thing she's consistently refused me on is an anal gangbang of her male relatives at her wedding. 

"Lies. But if you don't want to talk about it there is nothing I can do to make you talk about it. Well there is one thing that usually works on you but I don't want to be mean." Obviously she was lying because she split her legs lewdly, wet her fingers and started fingering herself. "Oh Sean I wish this was you. I wish it was your fingers in my tight cunt. Won't you please come in here and play with me? Won't you fuck me? I know you want to cum. You want to spray my pretty black face with your hot white cum. You want to smear it all over me don't you?" 

I appeared in the room standing over her. I was already nude cock in hand but I wasn't moving. Avatars are never perfect; it's not like the real thing. I guess it's good that I wasn't really there and that it was a lifeless shell standing over her. "Well you can't. Cus I don't give pussy to pussies who can't even talk about their problems to their muses. I won't do it." She reached down and wrapped the satin sheets around her. I'm not really sure if she succeeded in her goal. She was trying to cover up and let me the hardon she knew she'd created go away. The thing was the satin sheets clung to her frame and something about a woman with wrapped in the thinnest of fabrics is exciting. I knew she was still nude beneath the sheets. 

"Come on, that's not even cool. That's fucking bullshit." Karen looked up at me angrily. For a figment of my imagination she sure has a way of getting what she wants out of me. "You know what happened anyway. I mean Nikki went to jail, you already know why and I don't want to discuss it."

"It wasn't your fault you know. Not really." Karen said and offered a half smile. "You were her best friend, you are her best friend but there was no way you could have known how bad things were. She didn't even know, her fiancée didn't know, her husband didn't know. Kitten didn't know." Kitten was . . . it's confusing to explain in this format. For years she was my muse, she's the flesh and blood woman who gave birth to Karen before Karen developed enough of her own personality to be a muse in her own right. Karen almost never mentioned Kitten; it was just weird to hear and threw me off a bit.

"I should have known though. I should have done something different. I mean . . . she'd been my friend for twelve years and she'd finally made time to come down to California to be with me in the flesh. Maybe if I'd satisfied her she would have let off some steam and. .you know?" It's amazing how people can blame themselves for things that aren't their faults. This wasn't my fault and rationally I understood, I mean understand if I'm being honest, but emotionally it's hard to wrap your mind around.

"No Sean, you were perfect. It was me who fucked up." Nikki my mocha colored Minx hobbled into the room wearing a bright orange jump suit. Her legs were shackled just over shoulder length apart and her hands were cuffed to a chain around her waist. "I should have asked for help, I shouldn't have been a bitch when I was in town. I mean you could have tried another move or two-"

"Whoa, you head butted me when I touched you and then the next day you bit my head off for showing up early, then screamed up onside and down the other because I went to sit in my car while you went shopping. You wouldn't even drink with me! Oh wait remember when you were telling me about how much more of a man your fiancée is than me?" I angrily growled.

"Of course I remember, you remember." She sat down on the bed. "I already told you it was my fault and I regret that weekend, if I could go back in time and fix it I would. Granted it wouldn't be the first thing I would fix if I could go back in time but it's high on my list probably about third or fourth." She sat down next to Karen who immediately leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Hi Karen."

In my head Karen and Nikki spend a lot of time together. A fair bit of the fantasies floating around my head involve the two of them sharing sloppy kisses over my cock, or sixty nining while I go from one hole to the next on the pair. 

"Sorry not happening today bud." Karen responded reading my mind. She leaned over and pulled a hairpin from her dresser and started picking the locks on Nikki. It took her nearly a minute but she got all of the locks to open but she did. 

As soon as the cuffs were removed Nikki stripped off the orange jumpsuit and threw it someplace. I don't know where it landed even though the room isn't big enough to miss a bright orange anything. "I hate that thing. Don't you prefer me like this?" She was nude and kneeling with her legs spread open. There was a tattoo on her hip that read 'Minx' and it was framed with cherries. A leather collar had appeared around her neck. "Don't you prefer me like this Master?"

Of course I did and she knew it. The hardon that Karen had started twitched back to life annoying me as it strained uncomfortably against its denim prison. I have enough privacy at work that I can have it out with my characters but not enough that I can just let the little guy out for some air no matter how much he threatened to tear through my jeans. It was a hollow threat anyway and if not . . . shit I'd be proud of myself. Or ashamed of how cheap my clothes were. Anyway I couldn't do anything about it right then so I didn't really want wood.

"You should taste my brand. It's pussy flavored." She teased shaking her hip at me. "What happened to me wasn't your fault and some good has come of it. We finally told each other how much we love each other. We don't talk everyday and you don't get stupid emails from me everyday. You really hate those things don't you?" I nodded. "People send them to you because they love you."

"Bullshit, people send them to you because you got onto their mailing list. Half the time the people aren't even smart enough to CC the mail instead of just sending it to everybody under the fucking sun." I replied looking around the room. I was trying to see the house around the room but it seemed to exist in a void. There wasn't anything but the room and the bathroom connected to it. They'd be screwed if they needed something to eat.

"We've got each other." Nikki teased and elbowed Karen who just rolled her eyes. "If that's what's bothering you then you need to let it go. I hope that doesn't end out friendship, but if constantly writing me is just reminding you of your guilt then let me go too. Everybody has already abandoned me and I deserve it for what I did." Tears flooded her eyes as she remembered why she was in jail, not that she'd ever truly forgotten. She would never forget that horrible moment. "You've got to live your own life."

"She's right about that, the two of us will kill you eventually if you keep this up for too long. You're strong but you're not invincible." Karen added and rested her hand on Nikki's shoulder calming the other woman. "Is that all that's bothering you?"

"You know it's not." Both women looked at me expectantly. "You got married! I mean she got married. You know what I mean. You know it wouldn't be a problem if I thought you loved him, if just once you'd say you loved him and sound like you meant it I wouldn't be upset. I want her, you happy. I want her to be happy but I don't think she is. It was probably two weeks after she got married that she first mentioned to me that she was thinking about just ending the entire thing because she couldn't deal with him anymore. Two fucking weeks. I mean sure part of it is that they are in debt and might lose their apartment and shit but really two weeks? She's not even smiling in most of her wedding photos. Not real smile, she has a smile like yours. When she smiled it's like the sun rising. The smiles from the wedding are dull flashlights."

"Yeah I did get married. That's not your fault either. It wasn't to hurt you though. I know in your selfish little heart you think that the world revolves around you but it doesn't. This was about her. She can't be alone, she's afraid to be alone. You kept her safe for years, you still do but you were starting to grow distant from her."

"She was driving me insane! I love her but that woman finds ways to be upset. She's the girl who goes to Carealot Castle and then gets pissy when she finds out her princess is in another castle!"

Karen pursed her lips and looked down at the floor halfway between amused and upset. "I'm not saying you didn't have a reason. I'm saying she felt like she was alone and that wasn't acceptable. I've no idea why an eighteen year old boy would want to get married but she said yes because she didn't want to risk being alone. It wasn't about you, not really. And it's not your fault."

"Do you think-"

"I honestly don't know Sean. I know you're a coward for not at least trying."

"In real life nobody actually goes to a wedding and screams I object to this marriage and pours their heart out. It happens in movies. Just like in real life no guy delivers a pizza to a dorm room filled with teen girls having a pillow fight who want to know if eighteen year old pussy covers the pizza since they left their wallets in the pants which they can't seem to find." I looked away from the screen where the two of them were sitting and judging me. 

"What's the worst that could have happened? They would have had you thrown out."

"And she'd never speak to me again."

"She hardly speaks to you know Sean. You might as well answer the phone "how much do you need and when do you need it by" when she calls. You know she's not calling to make a social call. She's calling cus you're a sucker. If she needs help you can't help but help her because that's who you are. Especially with the people you love, you'll swim through shark infested water wearing bacon Speedos if someone you love needs it and she knows it. Besides what if she did say no? What if it was exactly like in the movies where she would look at him one last time and realize he wasn't the one she truly loved? What if she was waiting for you to do something dramatic to prove that she was worth something to you? Worth taking the risk for? I mean we both know her dad wouldn't really bury you. He loves you and so does her family."

"I thought you were supposed to me making me feel better. Aren't you supposed to be making me feel better about myself?"

"Sadly no. I'm here so that you can actually get all this out and realize it's not your fault. Sure there are things you could have done to prevent some of these things from happening. Each of us made our own choices though and if they don't work out we're the ones to blame not you." Karen said.

"Yeah I know."

"Well act like you know." Nikki said leaning back against the bed which had stretched from its original queen size to something absurd, it was like a wrestling ring now. "What are you always telling Kitten when you don't help her?"

"Thatyou'vegottahelpyourselfirst." I mumbled the entire phrase under my breath and in one garbled blob. Obviously it wasn't sufficient for the girls since Nikki crawled into the bed and wrapped a thick blanket around herself. "That you've got to help yourself first. I'm no good to anybody if I'm hurt."

"Right so how do you expect to help us with our emotional problems if you're having your own? You have to get over it. I want you in my life, yes I do, but I need you at the top of your game right now. I'm in fucking jail. I get up at seven in the morning to eat powdered eggs and burnt toast. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night because my bunkie is taking a shit. In just over a month it will have been a year since I've seen my children. I need an anchor in this storm, I need something to get me through and if it's going to be you then do it. I love you and when you say we'll get through this I believe you. You're the only person that makes me believe that I'll be okay when this is all over. I know I'm starting to wear on you emotionally but you have outlets, you have things you can do. I know I'm using you to channel all this agony out. You're not in here; you don't really understand how miserably jail is. I can tell you in letter after letter but I can't make you understand this place of wrath and tears. Yes I read Invictus, I read it like a prayer when I first wake up and when I go to sleep. First and last every day, just like you told me to. This is the place he spoke of. This is the Agony and not enough people have any avenue to let it out so it just builds in this place. It builds until we start turning on each other. If you're going to add your own agony to this place then please just go. I can't take it and nobody in here needs it. We need whatever sunshine you can cram in here because that's what keeps us alive and keeps us from killing each other."

"I know."

"Then why is my letter still sitting on your printer after a week? You can tell me whatever excuses you want about how you forgot this or forgot that but the truth is you don't care. You care about me but you don't care about the letter because you're starting to slip. You're what's keeping me here, you. So go home right now. I can see the fucking clock on your busted ass computer. So I want you to get in your ugly car."

"My car is not ugly. You keep talking shit about Talia and see what happens." I snarled.

"Your car is fugly. Fuckin' ugly. Shit you tried to cover up the chipped paint with spray paint."

"And it worked just fine! It was the exact right color and you had to be pretty much on top of it to see that something was wrong!"

"Stop arguing. Get in your ugly car, drive it home put a stamp on an envelope and send that shit to me. I need it. I need something from the outside. If you can't keep your promise of a letter every week fine. Tell me that it's too much and you can't handle it and walk away, or tell me you'll write when you can find the time. But don't keep bullshitting me. It hurts too much to hope and not get anything."

"Okay, I will. I'm leaving right now. But I'll be back. I mean I didn't even get any sex out of either of you! Or any stories either of you seems willing to work on with me!"

"Are you really going to say in the office for an extra hour waiting for us to share our secrets? Or are you going to go home and play Left 4 Dead? We both know you should be hurrying back here to work with us; maybe we're ready to talk to you now. I think Karen got her point about you should have tried harder out and I've said all I can say about where I am. So go." Nikki said almost too sweetly.

"Fine I'm going."

"Wait!" Karen shouted.

"What?"

"Don't forget to get the cash out of the cash register. People get cranky when you haven't cashed their checks. Besides it makes them more likely to bounce." Karen said.

"Did I give you permission to use the page of the calendar for a paper airplane? Save this file and go home. Me and Karen have lot to talk to you about in when you get home. If there's vodka at home take a shot for me!" Nikki said.

Muses Ch. 02



Ch.2: Prison Days

"You didn't put it in the mail yet did you?" Nikki asked staring angrily at me from beneath the satin covers. "I told you to do one tiny fucking thing, fold a piece of paper twice, stuff it in an envelope with my name on it and run it across the street and put it in a metal box so I'll get it next week. Shit you go do that right now."

"But the mail doesn't go out until the morning anyway. Right now or nine in the morning is exactly th-"

"Right now." There really is no debating a figment of your imagination. At least this time I was smart enough not to try. I walked away from the computer where she and Karen are blissfully trapped. If the two of them could chase me beyond the limits of my monitor and the occasional in head appearance I don't think I'd be able to keep from going insane.  I ended up talking various business with my father for thirty minutes before I came back and when I did get back I had three pissed of ladies staring at me.

"So are we ready to give him something to write about?" The new addition to the somewhat similar black women lying in bed was a leggy Asian with short cut black hair. Her smallish tits were only covered by a fishnet top and a plain thong tried did more to display her plump cunt lips than to cover them. "I think he's been good enough that he deserves a bit of a break no?"

Karen and Nikki looked at each other for a moment then to the Asian girl who'd just appeared. "Who's she?"

It's kinda weird. I mean you would think that all of my imaginary friends would be acquainted with each other. I mean I know I've been told better and that the reality is that they are actually rather well segregated. For example my spoiled elf warrior Llycinth remains in the fantasy zone. He's met most of the good characters who live there so he knows Gayle the son of Dracula and the Jayde Knight but he's never met Karen because they don't hang out in the same stories, ever. 

Kelly is the new girl. She's based on a girl of the same name that I met on the internet. I doubt that her story is true, at all, because it's just too fantastic to be true. I mean she claims that her owner was a military man serving in one of those Asian countries, he married her to bring her to Canada where he kept her as a sex slave from her age nineteen and now that she's twenty five she's too old. He's going back to get her eighteen year old sister and she's going to come to America to become a porn star. Seriously I couldn't have made up a character like that.

"She's Kelly, you'll meet her soon enough Karen." I answered.

"Oh don't try to pretend like we aren't stuck in your head even when you walk away from the fucking computer. You got drunk and passed out over the computer last night. You didn't even put the letter in the mailbox until this morning!" Nikki screamed nearly leaping out of the bed. 

"I didn't have any stamps in the house, my stamps were in my wallet and my wallet was in my car." I responded trying to drown out that angry glare of hers.

"And you couldn't be bothered to walk across your lawn to get them? You're fucking serious?" Nikki wasn't even looking at me any more, she couldn't stomach looking at me. 

"Are you going to help me or not?" I asked more than slightly frustrated with my creation. "I need a bit of help and if you aren't going to help then you can just get the fuck out."

"Fine I'll help you. I agreed to help you out earlier and I'm not you. I don't go back on my word once I've made it. So what are you working on?"

"Well I've got a lot of projects but I think the one where you would be able to help the most is Prison Bitch. I've already got the first chapter of it up on Lit, it's called Diddle the Prison Bird and it was you masturbating and then getting caught by one of the prison guards. From there you just get black mailed."

"Why am I blackmailed for fingering myself?"

"Cus you get thrown in solitary if you're caught masturbating in jail. I mean that's what you told me in one of your letters." I responded.

"Okay, not a lot of people are going to believe that. I mean it's true but it doesn't really sound realistic you know? But who cares once you get past that what happens to me." 

"Well you get fucked. The officer you catches you takes advantage of you and you enjoy it." Nikki slipped out from under the covers and walked out of the Karen's room and into her jail cell. 

The cell was smaller than Karen's room. It was only slightly larger than the bathroom. It consisted of a steel framed bunk bed with pathetically thin mattresses and even flimsier pillows tossed on them. A dirty sink with a bar of soap, a paper cup and two toothbrushes sat directly over a steel toilet presumably sharing a drain. The door was larger than your normal door and made of solid steel. A big black 'F' was stenciled on the door on both sides beneath the tiny window that could only be opened from the outside thanks to a tiny latch. Even if you could open it from the outside it was too far from the handle to do any good and it was barely wide enough for a child's arm, Nikki couldn't even humor the idea of squeezing through it to escape. I could see outside the cell several officers were milling about, most armed with a shotgun and a handgun. The shotguns were probably beanbag but I couldn't tell for sure. They definitely didn't have the orange tips that would identify them as pellet guns.

"Okay what are you having trouble with?" Nikki asked. She was pulling her orange jumpsuit back on and sitting down on the lower bunk. Her hair which had been permed just a minute ago was now flat and dull just falling around her head and her smile was gone. "I like it better when you write stories about me, you know not in jail."

"It's a coping mechanism. Besides with you and Karen I almost always write things that at least could be happening." I responded.

"Okay fine. Well how you said you needed a lesbian story. How bout one of the other girls in the prison gets jealous because I'm getting preferential treatment and decides to put me in my place." Nikki asked. She was staring at her feet, I could tell she really didn't want to be involved with this particular story.

"Preferential? Come on, you're not that smart. But I like the idea." I said looking around the room and trying to think up another prisoner. 

"How bout you use that porn chick you like so much. Uh, Mika Tan." On cue the Pacific Island beauty walked into the cell. Her jump suit wasn't frumpy like Nikki's. It didn't even really look that much like Nikki's which came all the way up to her throat and only barely revealed the white shirt she was wearing beneath it. Mika's was wearing a custom suit that lifted her magnificent breasts up and was cut nearly to her navel. It must have been made of spandex. It was so tight you could see the outline of her hungry swollen pussy lips. She wasn't wearing jail issued flip flops either, she was wearing gaudy porn star open toed platform stilettos. Her toe nails were crimson French Tips. "Wow I'm not usually anywhere near that detailed." Nikki teased as she hopped off her bed and looked over the statuesque Asian. "I don't think her tits are really quite that big but it's your imagination so whatever. And not every woman has a delicious J-Lo booty. I mean I do." Nikki made a point of turning and touching her toes so her five star ass was just begging me to reach out and spank it. "Most Asian girls have those little pancake buts."

"Mika has a great ass. I don't know what they bred that girl with but she's pretty much perfect" I responded perving over my own mental image. 

"That name won't do though. I mean you don't want to write this a celebrity story so you should come up with a new name for her. I got it. We'll use your usual method of changing names. It'll be something similar enough to her real name that anybody paying attention would know who you were talking about but enough different that you don't risk any lawsuits or anything. How bout we call her Michelle Tanner, and Mickie for short. Mickie Tanner." As she spoke the name tag stitched over Mika's breast came into focus with her new name, "Tanner, Michelle" stitched onto it. Beneath it was sequence of numbers but I still couldn't make them out. They didn't really matter anyway other than the way they were slightly stretched over her cleavage. 

"Okay but why is she in jail? She doesn't really look like she could beat you up either." Mika was frozen in place, she wasn't even breathing not that she really needed to. "Damn it."

"Oh don't worry about her she'll dance and whatever you want once you get to that point. She knows that I'm fucking around with Officer Garcia and she could go and tell the warden on me. I'd end up in solitary for a month, Garcia would be punished as well but he'd get me first, if not him some of his friends. Security guards are like any other group of guys with guns. Cops, Marines, prison guards, they all think of each other as family. If anything I did cost Garcia his job. Let's put this way m'love, as bad as my life is now I'd be wishing for it inside a week." I shuddered slightly at the thought. For a while Nikki had been on suicide watch. It's hard for me to imagine her life being worse and her surviving. "Relax. I'm not going to do anything to hurt Garcia. I'm going to do everything that I can to protect him and keep him out of trouble because I don't want him and his friends coming after me." She offered a weak smile.

"Well that's actually pretty good. Means we've got the motivation already worked out and now it's down to the nitty gritty. I mean I'm working on this contest on Literotica called the Survivor Contest and I really want to place. So I need to squeeze a couple lesbian encounters out of you ladies." It's a fact. Lesbians bore me to tears, I'm not sure if it means I'm a little gay but porn isn't porn until there is dick involved. I'm pretty sure I'm not gay because another one of my trouble spots when I'm writing is that I have a hard time writing gay erotica. 

A voice with an English accent suddenly spoke. "We'll just have to work on that won't we mate?" My attention was pulled to the corner of the cell were a blonde man with his hair up in short spikes was lighting a cigarette. He was wearing a blue police uniform, the short sleeved light blue shirt displayed his toned arms. Black slacks a size too small clung to his butt where my eyes remained for longer than was comfortable. "I mean I can always pull you over for a routine traffic spot." He grinned at me. He has an incredible smile, something in his hollowed cheeks twists just right and like only two men in existence he can hold my attention. "I hear it's not gay if I force you." His grin grew a little wider.

"Later!" I hiss trying to shoo him out of the room. He'll ruin my focus and I'm already having a hard enough time writing.

"Is that?" Nikki asked staring at the man who'd appeared in her cell.

"Yes it's exactly who you think it is." 

"You know he doesn't really have a British accent right?"

"He wouldn't be as sexy without it." 

"Yes. Yes I would. You know what makes me sexier though?" He opened the door to his cell and grabbed a black leather trench and pulled it one with an overly dramatic twirl. "Puttin' this on." He looked right into my eyes. "You know what I find works well with slayers? Killing them."

"Okay okay. Get out can't you see I'm working here?" I ask with a warning glare.

"Oh alright. But only because you asked so nicely." He snidely responds and walks out of the cell and across Karen's room where she's still lying beneath the sheets. Her reddish hair was fanned around her head like a fiery halo and she was fast asleep. She didn't even notice the vampire as he stalked across her room and threw open the closet which for no reason I can discern leads onto a street with a several small fires scattered along it's length. The blonde has barely taken two steps when a man leaps from the shadows at him. A single smooth motion draws a wooden spike from the leather jacket and stabs it into the attacker who explodes. The flesh goes first turning to dust. The skeleton remains a second longer but it too turns to dust before the closet doors swing shut and I return my attention to Nikki and Michelle alone in their cell.

"Sorry about that Nikki."

"Karen was right! You do have a man crush! You want to be Marstered! Spiked even! I don't suppose there are any Angels within temptation?" Nikki saucily teased smiling up at me.

"Wow. That was clever." Is my dry response to her tirade. "Okay well lets see if we can get some action here. Something stroke worthy. I want hard cocks and wet twats when they get to the sex. So we need something steamy." 

"Well do you want her to make me beg? Or should I play along. Say she threatens to tell if I don't make her feel desired?"

"Can I get a little input here?" Michelle asked coming to life. She smiles beautifully at me then looks to Nikki. "I think if we make me a kinda hardcore lesbian I might start by going down on her. It's been a long time since I've had a woman too. And once I'm finished warming her up. . .well you know how your Minx can be in bed." Her painted red smile grew considerably.

"Well actually I-" An angry glare from Nikki cut that thought short. She was going out of her way to help me and she really didn't have to. It was best if I just backed off that particular subject. "Let's see it in motion."

"I thought you'd never let us start." Michelle said as she stared at her victim. When she slid into character it was amazing. She didn't even look like the same woman. Michelle still had Mika's killer body but her muscles were just a little more defined. Her hair didn't glow anymore either. The ever present smile was turned into a sneer. "So Nikki. I know you're fucking around with Garcia." She had a fucking New York accent.

"Whoa. Whoa. Cut that right the fuck out. No funny voices." I protest preparing to erase the paragraph. I won't though. I can't. It might not make the final cut but it still exists somewhere, to go backwards screws with the rhythm. 

"Sorry." She looks up at me with a smile then returns to character. "I know you're fucking Garcia. That's why you've been getting good food and extra envelopes and shit isn't it?" Nikki stared at her own feet for a second blushing hotly. There was no way she could deny that she'd been with the officer a number of times. She was pulled aside for disciplinary action almost every day. "Isn't it!"

Nikki looked at her then the floor biting down on her bottom lip. She was hesitating and for a minute I wasn't sure if she was going to be able to continue. After all my writer's block effects my character's ability to speak just as much as anything else. "Yes it's true. What do you want?" I was relieved that she'd found her tongue.

"It's like this bitch. You do exactly what I say. I mean every fucking thing. I tell you to bark and I expect you to bark and not a thing happens. You can go on being his fuck doll as long as you want. I'm not really interested in his dick anyway. I'm more interested in eating your peach." Nikki blanched. She'd been with a woman before. This wouldn't be her first time, or her second. It would be the first time she'd been sober though when she let a woman between her legs. "Strip." Nikki stared up at her blankly. "Get naked. Goddamn clothes on the goddamn floor right goddamn now. Don't make my repeat myself." 

Nikki hesitated but got to her feet. She kicked off her flip flops and placed her bare feet on the cold concrete her eyes glued submissively to Michelle's painted toes. She un did the buttons her jump suit on after the other, then lowered the zipper. Inch after delicious inch of her mocha hued flesh was revealed as she lowered the zipper. It ended just beneath her naval and then she shrugged it off. The material was heavy enough that once it was freed of her shoulders it just fell to the floor leaving her in a plain white bra and panties combo.  "That to. I want you fucking naked. It's not like I haven't seen your tits before, all soaped up in the shower. Same thing with your twat." The undergarments suddenly became bubbles. Nikki brushed them away and gave me an exasperated look. 

"Sorry she gave me a visual. You now how this works." I apologize and quickly return to typing. 

"Now I want you to lay back, spread your legs open and keep your eyes on me. I don't want you imagining your boyfriend, or Garcia or your Dad." Michelle sneered as she walked closer. "Yeah I know you want to taste your Dad's pork. Its ok I'd probably let him chow down on my poontang if he was here too. But when you cum. I want you to have my face burned into your mind. You won't ever let a man touch you again after I'm through with you." Michelle boasted and walked, well stepped is more accurate, across the cell and sank to her knees between Nikki's thighs.

Nikki's normally cinnamon hued flesh blushed the first time Michelle's tongue made contact. It was like a shock of electricity had been fired into her spine. Her entire body went stiff as a clawing at the mattress. It only took a few moments for the sheets to be torn away from the mattress and Nikki's moans would have woke the dead. If the other women locked in their cells weren't deaf they'd hear and have something to say in the morning. That was the last thing on her mind though. 

The only thing that she was thinking about was Michelle's tongue in her twat. That strong pink muscle was wriggling around inside her coaxing her clit out of its hiding place so she could wrap her lips around it tugging slightly. Her tongue wandered lower between Nikki's thighs. "No don't!" She gasped but it was too late. Either that or Michelle didn't really care what Nikki wanted. Nikki could only try to keep her body under control when Michelle ran her tongue around Nikki's asshole. Two fingers started working their way into Nikki's twat. The first try barely got the first digits into her but a second stretched the underused hole just a bit. A third try and her body finally stretched enough to accept the fingers pushing into her. More pressing was the tongue trying to push for entrance into her sphincter. Nikki wriggled but she kept from clenching her thighs no matter how strong the urge became. Even when her toes curled she didn't let her thighs clench down. Her teeth grit together as her orgasm washed over her.

"That's it you little slut. Did you cum with my tongue in your ass?" Michelle teased. She knew the answer to her question already. She'd felt Nikki's body jolt but she wanted to hear it. Michelle wanted to hear Nikki admit that a woman had made her cum.

Nikki fought down the blush that had her entire body hinting at red. "I came. You made me cum."

"That's right. I made you cum." Michelle repeated. She bit down on Nikki's thigh then stood up. The Asian prison hottie unzipped her mattress and pulled out a crudely fashioned phallus. It was at least three different colors that I could see, it was apparently made of bars of soap squished and carved together into a dildo. Some of them were blue, others green, some were white. There were even a few that had glistening speckles of. . .I dunno cleaning crystals, in them. "Can I get back to work here, I'm kinda horny." Michelle asked as I stumbled around for the appropriate words to describe the makeshift sex toy.

"Yes, get back to work. The fact that it's multicolored will do." I concede and retreat back to finish working on the scene.

Michelle unzipped her spandex jumpsuit and peeled it away from her body kicking off her heels in the process. "Here, you take this and you make me cum Nikki." Michelle handed Nikki the dildo. She pushed Nikki off the bed so she could get on her place, on all fours. Her beautiful face was pressed down against the mattress while her ass was thrust up into the air. "What the fuck are you waiting for Nikki get to work." 




Muses Ch. 02



Nikki looked at the strange dildo for a moment then did exactly as she was told. She used the soap phallus to stretch Michelle's sopping wet cunt open. Michelle was so wet that it sank almost all the way in on the first attempt. Two more tries and Nikki was sawing the dildo in and out of Michelle's hungry hole so fast it was a blur. "Use your tongue." Michelle commanded. 

The combine flavor of pussy and soap was definitely a new experience for Nikki. Nothing in her life quite prepared her for that unique combination of flavors that greeted her tongue had her salivating for more. "My ass too." Nikki's tongue moved up to Michelle's anus, scrubbing the dirty hole clean with her soapy tongue. "Just like that!" Michelle shouted. Her hips were grinding back against Nikki's face and phallus she was expertly wielding in her. "Now switch." Nikki pulled the dildo out of Michelle's pussy and pushed it into her tight anal opening. She had to put her weight behind it to get it slide into that tiny hole. Once she'd managed to get it in Michelle started squealing like she'd been impaled. The squeals turned to howls when Nikki's wrapped her lips around Michelle's clit and started whipping her tongue over it. "Don't stop!" Nikki wasn't planning on stopping. She was planning on making Michelle come. When she jammed two fingers into Michelle it was more than she could take. Michelle exploded thrashing against the tiny bed as she came. When she finally stopped quivering she pulled away from Nikki and sat down on the bed. "Good job. You keep it like that every single night and you won't have anything to worry about." She replaced the dildo in its hiding place within her mattress and hopped up into her bed. It only took a few minutes for Michelle to slip into a blissful slumber.

Nikki sat up and wiped Michelle's juices away from her face then grabbed a Dixie cup from and filled it in her sink. "Do you mind if we go someplace a little less dismal?" 

"Not at all." I respond. Nikki stepped out of her cell and back through Karen's room. When she opened the closet it was just a deeper closet but she walked through it pushing aside Karen's lingerie and swimsuits. In fact there was almost nothing that wasn't sexy until Michelle got to the far back and then suddenly they were male cloths. Suits and dress shirts and then she emerged in a mansion. There was a step down bathtub already filled with bubbles with a sweet smell emerging from it. Nikki walked over to the tub and stepped down into it gasping as hot water touched her flesh. "Is this okay?"

"It's wonderful Sean."  Nikki sank down into the water till only her eyes and nose remained above the water. "So whose place is this anyway?"

"Not sure, it's either Damian's or Gayle's. Anyway I've still got stories to write. Thanks for giving me a lesbian scene though."

"Well what's left? What else can I help you with?" 

"Well I haven't got anything in the Sci-Fi genre yet."

"We're going to space?" Karen asked as she emerged from the closet nude and stepped into the massive tub. Her breasts floated just on the surface of the water so just a thin layer of bubbles covered her dark brown pierced nipples.

"Maybe." I reply and yawn. "Well this vodka is kickin' my ass so it's time to go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

"You shouldn't drink so much." Karen mumbled.

"And you shouldn't smoke at all." I whispered and shut the laptop silencing their voices.



Muses Ch. 03



Ch 3:  Cold War Conspiracy

When I got up in the morning the first thing I did was set my laptop up and bring up Word. Luckily the girls were right where I left them ready go pick up."Is that where you want to go? You want to go to space Karen?" I asked looking at the beauties lounging in their bubble bath. It was odd how similar they looked and at the same time how different they were. Nikki was a little thinner than Karen, she had what most men would think was an ideal body and she had a smile that seemed to sparkle. Right then her dark brown hair was clinging to her skull. Karen was thicker but it had its benefits. One thing was a pair of double D cup breasts that wouldn't quit for anything or anybody. The other was an ass that jiggled like a girl from a music video and she had the most beautiful face. I mean stunning, if Nikki's smile sparkled then Karen's glowed like the aftermath of a nuclear strike. Even with all the differences they were still similar enough in appearance that they could be mistaken for sisters or even each other at a quick glance.

"Space sounds fine. I've never been to space and you need a Sci-Fi story don't you?" Karen replied. "What do you think Nikki."

"I was thinking we could do a story with gene splicing." Karen looked over at Nikki and raised a brow. "You know there are a lot of nerds out there who are down with the antrhos and it just sounds like fun to me. We can still go to space if you want but I want to have some fun while we're there." She slipped down into the water completely vanishing beneath the bubbles for a second. What emerged from the water wasn't Nikki.

For starters Nikki had brown hair not blonde hair and she didn't have white fur covering her huge triangular ears. She had a mouth and a nose not a snout with a smile and her eyes weren't blue. Nikki was human and the thing emerging from the water was some kind of humanoid animal. "How do you like me?" She stood to her full height, now a mere five feet and ran her fingers over her fur covered breasts. Her bright pink erect nipples were bared though. There was also a second hairless patch around her crotch. She had a tail swishing back and forth flinging water all around the room. It was the same shade of blonde as the hair on her head and even wet it was nearly as big as her slender torso. "Wow Nikki you look great."

"Not Nikki. Minx, just like you named me." She replied stepping completely out of the water and shaking the water off like an animal fluffing her hair in the process. Karen nearly died laughing at the frazzled mink standing in the room with her. "It's not that funny." Minx muttered. Her voice was different, a little huskier like the movie stars of the black and white era films. Minx stepped walked over to a vanity and pulled a brush from the drawer and started to brush her fur. 

"She's amazing." Karen gasped crawling out of the tub and walking over to Minx. She reached for a second of the soft brushes and started brushing from Minx's shoulders to the tip of her tail. 

"I am aren't I?" Minx replied staring at herself in the mirror. She curled her lips back I a snarl that revealed her sharp teeth then. "Oooh I have claws." She brought her hand up fanning her clawed digits for her inspection.

"Focus. You're gorgeous, but what kind of story are we going to tell using this? Remember I want to get Sci-Fi not non-human. I already got non-human. By accident I might add. I mean it was just that catgirl Lilli masturbating. It should have been a masturbation story, sometimes the editors at Lit move in mysterious ways. It's early yet so it's not a problem. Anyway sci-fi, ideas?" I asked tapping my fingers against the keyboard as I waited for a response.

"I told you already splicing. We make a story about some really rich guy. We'll make him up. Pick a name."

"Mark." It was the first name that came to mind.

"No, try again, something exotic. Raul. Stephan, Julius, Reinhart. Something that sounds regal. He needs to be one of those guys who's not only rich but was born rich. If he earned his money he wouldn't have the same kind of attitude. I want the kind of guy who would kidnap a girl off the streets drag her to his secret laboratory to turn her into this." Minx turned around in her chair and crossed her legs. 

"That's actually a good idea." Karen replied setting the brush aside. "Well I think it's time for me to slip into something a little more appropriate. She opened the bathroom door and stepped into it. Right outside the window was the concrete box that served as Nikki's cell. "I know you keep these places in your mind Sean but it's really weird sometimes. I mean there is a prison over there and that floating thing is my room. Why is it floating?

"Because you're room is on the second story but I don't know what your downstairs looks like and we haven't gone down there yet that's why. It's the same reason why you there is a bookcase over there filled with a combination of blank books and nondescript items. I don't know what they are yet. When we need them we'll have something there." I explained. 

"I know, I know, it's just creepy." She closed the door for a moment and when she emerged she was a catgirl. Most of her fur was dark brown almost the same hue as chocolate but she had crème colored 'socks' and 'gloves' that nearly reached her knees and elbows. Like Minx her nipples and were bared and erect but her pussy still had a layer of soft dark fur covering it. "How's this?" She pulled her busy tail in front of her mocking modesty by hiding behind her tail. Like a fox the tip of her tail was crème colored. She was covering her snout with the tip so only her emerald green eyes were visible. 

"You're getting me hard. That's always a plus."

"Oh I am?" She purred lowering her tail from her face and wrapping around her middle just high enough to keep her nipples covered. "But we're supposed to be working a story right now." She strutted into the room swishing her hips back and forth until she was right behind Minx. Karen cupped Minx's breast and pulled her to her feet pressing her own breasts to Minx's back. "I mean you wanted to get something done didn't you?" She reached one hand down combing her fingers through Minx's belly fur and down to her clit rubbing her finger back and forth over it. Minx bit down on her lip, her hips starting to churn of their own accord.

"Whatever it is he wants to work on can wait until you're done." Minx cooed wrapping her blonde tail around Karen's middle holding the feline beauty in place. A single finger trying to push its way into her had a pleased purr escaping her throat. It wriggled its way into her and soon a second was pushed in alongside it. The two fingers twisted inside her pumping and screwing at the same time working the inside of her cunt. "Goddamn girl. You're great this." Minx growled with pleasure. A third finger and she was standing on the tips of her clawed toes rocking her hips back and forth. Her eyes clenched shut and her mouth slackened.

"Are you ready to cum Sean?" Karen teased. She expertly kept Minx right on the edge of insanity backing off enough for the world to come into focus for the mink and then wrenching it away with precise strums of her clit. "Do you have that big fat cock of yours in your hand yet? Stroking it for us. Us sexy sex starved sluts."

"Make me cum." Minx howled. Her legs were trembling and her juices were starting to run down her leg matting her fur.

"I'll make you cum as soon as he does. He's the one you should be begging." Karen whispered into Minx's ear. Her free hand grabbed a white fur breast and squeezed then her fingers. Then she started to toy with Minx's nipples, twisting and pinching them until Minx started to beg.

"Cum Sean. Cum. Take your cock and stroke it for me. Imagine that it's not your hand, that it's my twat. My tight little twat clenching down on your dick just like it's clenching on her fingers right now." Her tail straightened suddenly and her eyes opened with shock. "Oh my god cum. I need to cum and she's gonna keep me like this until you cum. You know you want to plaster my face with a hot load right now. You want to watch Karen lap up your milk. Every last drop like it was the only thing keeping her alive."

That was all it took for me to cum. Typing for three with one hand is a lot harder than it sounds. As soon as I was through cleaning up I came back. The two girls were no longer in a bedroom with a step down bathtub when I returned. Instead they were in some kind of laboratory. The walls were lined with vats filled with a greenish fluid. Each vat held another anthromorph. Dogs, foxes, lions there was even something that looked vaguely reptilian in one of the vats. Near the center of the room two of the vats empty and Minx and Karen were leaning against them. Men in lab coats were walking around the room holding clip boards and small PDAs that they were jabbing information into. I couldn't understand the technical jargon they were prattling about. I could catch snippets here and there, things about recombinant DNA and maintaining the proper environment for healthy cell growth. 

"Well how do you like it?" Karen asked making a sweeping motion around the steel and glass dominated room. "This good enough place for where the evil doctor makes innocent women into sex kittens like me?" She crawled up on one of the monstrous computers and ran her fingers over the rapidly blinking lights. 

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing really. The machines don't really do anything. Other than the big red button kills all of the subjects. Can't have them breaking loose and killing everybody. This started off as a project to create the perfect soldier by the way. It was funded by the United States and Russian governments in throughout the Cold War which really wasn't a war it was a conspiracy." 

"Wait. The Cold War was a conspiracy? The entire thing? The Space Race, the Arms Race all that shit was a conspiracy? You've got to be kidding." I asked incredulous.

"The entire thing, just a sham. I though you knew." Karen mused rolling onto her belly and kicking her feet up like a child wagging her tail back and forth lazily.

"Why?"

She looked up at her clearly exasperated with my ignorance. "In nineteen eighteen during the Battle of Lost Innocence a young Adolf Hitler came to the rescues of an alien being known as a Lo'Trell. He was unable to save the aliens life, he didn't even know what it was. He mistook the red skinned being as some kind of demon from hell. The Lo'Trell place a high value on their dead."

"This makes no sense."

"Look the bottom line is that Nazi's teamed up with an alien race and when Hitler was killed by the KGB after hours of torture it he revealed the plot for the twenty twelve invasion. Nothing we had on earth would could function in deep space. We had no way to defend ourselves and the common man was tired of years of war and building up weapons. They wouldn't stand for it without a visible and potent enemy. So America and Russia decided they'd take the lead and become enemies to justify funding ever increasing armies. The Cold War ended because we gave up on the concept of fighting them in space. Decades of war and funding and we still struggle to get into space and stay there, the idea of fighting there is still out of our reach. Which makes our only alternative to fight them on the ground and try to drag them down to our level. Which is why we're working on this, the perfect soldier."

"So faster, stronger, harder, better?"

"In a nut shell yeah. But you don't want to hear all the details about that do you? It's not really that important. You want to hear about how Reinhart Wulfcastle was the grandson of one of the scientists and how he learned of this place and agreed to fund it with his family's fortune if he could put it to use." Karen explained. There was a scientist only a few inches from her staring at some read out on the computer. "He's kinda cute." She purred bringing a clawed digit to hook a button on his coat and coax him closer for a brief kiss on the cheek. The man didn't react at all other than to smile and walk away. 

"That's actually kinda interesting. So tell me more about Reinhart. He sounds like he could be interesting." She's got my interest even if her secret space war is kinda silly it could still be an interesting story to tell one day.

"I think I'll handle my own introduction thank you." A man said as he stepped into the laboratory. He was obviously an athlete of some kind six and a half feet with broad shoulders that tapered to a smallish waist and powerfully built legs. Nobody in the real world would dress the way he was dressed. It was too opulent. Like a villain from a movie he was dressed in all black, his shirt, tie and jacket so similar color wise that it was difficult to tell if he was wearing all three or not. A platinum chain ran from his left breast pocket to a watch resting inside. His hair was graying, just like his beard and goatee combination. He his eyes were a weird shade of grey that I couldn't quite place. "My name is Reinhart Wulfcastle. My family comes from Germany but we immigrated to America before the first World War, the war that should have ended all wars. My grandfather served in that war. On the wrong side I admit. My family would regain our family honor by serving the Americans in the second World War. It was he that made the family fortune. It was my grandfather who made the family fortune, he was responsible for the design of many of the weapons used in modern weapons. A true genius in his own right."

"Ok that's kinda interesting. You sound like someone who would know Sean, remind me to introduce you to him and Jermaine later." He'll make a good addition to my fantasy universe and I don't have many plain humans over there anymore, certainly none that could be considered strong. He sounds strong.

"I will. He's one of very few human beings to make it to the age of one hundred and he'll likely live beyond that thanks to the several cybernetic advancements made in our labs. It's not like in the movies. His cybernetic arm might be stronger than yours but it lacks any nuance of movement, he can't write or type with it or properly operate a gun with it. The same goes for his heart. It pumps his blood slightly faster than a normal person's heart making him walk slightly faster and need to eat more but it can't adjust with his activity. He can only run for a few moments before his muscles are unable to keep up the strain. I would not want to live like that but he feels that his mind is worth preserving and I am inclined to believe him." 

"I'm getting bored here Reinhart. Why do you like catgirls?"

"I was at a Halloween party one year, one of those parties where rich people get together and try their best to one up each other. We talk about how many servants live in our houses or how many cars we have. You know. We brag. Anyway one of the women was dressed up as a catgirl and I just had to have one."

"Try again."

"I want a catgirl for the same reason you want one. I think their neat. Does it really need to make more sense than that?" Reinhart responded.

"Sadly yes, in fiction things need to make sense and happen for a reason. Readers get annoyed when something doesn't make sense. Especially when it comes to important things. It can't be like real life where sometimes things just happen in your favor. Especially since about the middle of the nineties. You can't have spontaneous evil, there is always a reason. Gone is the evil genius who just is. We don't get to have perfect Superman either. Superman has to be this petulant child who doesn't fight at his full ability, who is constantly underestimating things. It might be more realistic but it isn't half as much fun. It makes the set up take longer too." By this point I was just complaining though.

"Yes I am aware of this phenomenon." I like the way Reinhart talks. Even his voice gives him an air of superiority. The way he stood hinted at royal blood somewhere in his background. He was the kind of man who'd been born better. Reinhart was the epitome of a man who could stand and say that the right to rule over men, that kind of authority is never earned. You are born with that kind of authority or you aren't. No industrialist, no President, no self made man anywhere on the planet had the same kind of authority that a king wielded and this man more than a king. He was an emperor standing before me.

A less wordy way of saying it was that he was perfect, maybe a bit out of place in a porn story but whatever. I often test out my characters here before using them in other stories. 

"Okay we've got the basic plot together which is good. What are we going to do as far as sex?" I wonder aloud staring around the lab. 

"Oh he's all mine." Karen purred rolling gracefully to her feet. "I think he's ready though to see the scene, what do you think Minx?" 

"I hate breathing through these things. I always feel like I'm having and asthma attack." Minx moaned looking at the ox. She climbed into one of the vats and started taping several leads to herself. Finally she wrapped an oxygen mask over her snout. 

"Remember I'm the one we're playing with!" Karen shouted and leapt to the top of the console then into her own vat. And since my human name is Karen you need to come up with something different to call me in this story. Just make something up, something sexy." Karen instructed as she pulled her own collection of leads and strapping on the oxygen mask. One of the scientist pushed a button and the two vats filled with the greenish fluid.

"What is that stuff anyway?" 

"Synthetic human DNA. It will penetrate their DNA on a molecular level speeding their growth. What makes it so special is that there is a set limit of times that a human cell can divide. That's why we get old and die instead of living forever. This synthetic DNA has no such limit so while they remain soaked in it they are basically immortal. It doesn't extend your life time but outside, it's not a Lazarus Pit. It just keeps you at the same age while you're in it. It also accelerates healing." Reinhart explains to me. He pauses and looks around. "I'm going to be fine right here or should I walk out and walk back in to start the scene?"

"I want to see you do an entrance so please walk out and come back in and then have fun."

"That is acceptable." Reinhart tells me and walks out of the room closing the doors behind him. 

The lab suddenly roars to life with the consoles chirping and beeping. Words and images flash across the screens and scientists rushed from one to the next to tend to whatever the machines needed. When the door opened the only thing visible was the silhouette of a man but it was obvious just from his outline who he was.

It was Reinhart Wulfcastle the fifth, current CEO of Aurora Industries. The scientists all turned towards him greeting him an almost military fashion. No one spoke directly to him, even when he was in the same room Reinhart wasn't the kind of man you spoke to directly, you spoke to your supervisor, who spoke to his division chief who spoke to his lead manager who spoke to Reinhart's assistant. You answered his questions and that was all. "Is Jasmyne ready?"

"Yes sir." The man speaking was the division chief of genetic research and development. His name was Samuel Harris. He'd been brought in right after he graduated from college at age sixteen. He was a prodigy in math and science. He'd been able to solve the Sanger Equation at twelve. He was the fifth human being to solve it on paper unlocking the ability to manipulate DNA on a molecular level. If Reinhart allowed him to speak at will he'd go into mind numbing detail about how the beings in the tanks were not, strictly speaking, a cross between humans and their respective animals. They were humans that had been redesigned, different genes activated in different orders to produce different results but they were still basically human. They could still have children with human beings though there was no telling what the health of those children would be or how they would appear. He of course had theories but he wanted hard evidence. Reinhart however wouldn't allow him the chance.




Muses Ch. 03



"Then wake her up." 

"Yes sir." A single button was pushed and the liquid was slowly drained from the vat. Different fluids flowed down the tubes into Jasmyne. It was again something highly technical that while Reinhart understood the process he wasn't particularly interested in hearing the details about how she was being brought out of her chemically induced coma. Reinhart was watching with eager anticipation as she was pulled out of the vat and laid down on an operating table. He kept his resolve perfectly. Nothing even hinted at his excitement.

It wasn't until her eyes fluttered open that he smiled. "She speaks English?"

"English, Spanish and a smattering of French. Subliminal-" 

Reinhart silenced the doctor with only the merest cut of his eyes. "Welcome back to the world my dear." Jasmyne sat up suddenly wide eyed at her surroundings. "Relax, I didn't change you so I could hurt you." 

The feline beauty held her hand up staring at her clawed digits for the first time in life. "What have you done?"

"I've made you better." Reinhart responded. "Now unless you want all these men to gawk at you all afternoon I advise you rise to your feet and follow me." He turned to Samuel. "I trust there is nothing to prevent me from taking her as she is." 

"No sir." Samuel responded.

Jasmyne slid off the table and followed behind Reinhart. She instinctively sensed his authority. It was intoxicating to be in his presence. She could smell him, didn't remember much of who she'd been before she'd woke up. She knew she was human and homeless but she couldn't remember much of her name. She had a brother. "What happened to Kevin."

"He's fine. The procedure saved his life just as I told you it would. You will get to see him again soon." Reinhart assured her as they walked through facility. 

Jasmyne was focused on his scent. She'd never smelled anything so potent, so masculine. Just the aroma rising off his frame was getting her wet. It made her mouth water at the same time. She could feel her breathing picking up heaving her chest up and down. "What am I?"

"Beautiful." Reinhart knew that wasn't the answer she was looking for but that was the only answer she was going to get at the present. Jasmyne seemed to instinctively sense that. She didn't ask again. 

The question was already fading from her mind anyway. Her mind was fading as well replaced with a thick hungry fog that was focused on the man walking in front of her. Jasmyne lifted her tail without thinking about it swaying her hips more with each step. "Sir?" She was biting down on her lip when Reinhart turned to face her. "Fuck me."

"Gladly." He pushed open the next door. An overweight man sat behind a desk staring blankly at his computer. "Get out." The man complied reaching for his cell phone and dashing out. At the same time Reinhart knocked everything on the desk onto the floor. Jasmyne leaned over the desk gripping the opposite end and waiting. Reinhart didn't keep her waiting for long. She heard his slacks hit the floor and the metallic clink of his belt buckle on the tile. Then it was inside her. Her claws dug into the wooden desk cutting shallow channels in the furniture. It was amazing she felt every single ridge of his cock as it slid into her. Every glorious bit of flesh sliding into her sent her a little closer to the edge. It only took seconds for her orgasm to arch her back. 

Rienhart wasn't finished with her though. He turned her onto her back and held her by the ankles keeping her legs together and resting against his shoulder this time and entered her again. Her legs trembled in his grasp, her toes curled and every inch of her body felt like it was on fire. "Harder. I need more!" She cried out. Reinhart granted her request taking a hold of her furred hips and driving himself into her as hard as he could manage. The desk slid forward slightly with each thrust. Jasmyne was still digging ruts into the wooden desk, this time on the opposite side. Reinhart came inside her filling her with hot cum and driving her to a second orgasm that left her completely spent. She went limp on the table and Reinhart stepped back from her pulling his pants back up.

"Okay guys I think we got it everything we need." I shout.

"Who the fuck cares?" Karen shouts back at me. "This man fucks like a machine, you need to get another like him right now."

"I've got enough for a scene." 

"Then go bother someone else. I'm not really interested in your wants right now Sean." Reinhart called. He didn't have the respect to look at me. He was looking hungrily at Karen who was already beckoning him back with a curled finger. "If you don't want to write this go have drink and leaves us be."

"Fine, see if I work with you again. Douche." He had her on her knees holding her tail in one hand about to fuck her ass when I closed the laptop.



Muses Ch. 04



Ch 4:  Slumber Party!

The next time I opened my computer Karen was human again and Nikki was gone. "Hey Sean, what's the problem?" Karen asked me as soon as I sat down behind the computer. She's always had a sixth sense about when things were bothering me. Usually I didn't even need to tell her.

"Just shits real rough with my company right now. It's fucking bullshit! I worked so hard for this. Worked my ass of for it and not it looks like the recession is going to sneak up and snatch it all away from me in a single blow. Worst part is that I made it to where things should have gotten easier again. Maybe not easy but easier." I'm practically crying as I'm talking to her. Going out of business is devastating it's like getting shot.

"What do you mean easier? It was never going to be easy and you should have known that." Karen chides. She's wearing a pair of loose fitting jeans and a t-shirt that does a decent job of concealing her delicious ds. And what do you mean you made it?" 

"I was there. Two years. That how long it takes the average business to fail and my two year anniversary is in just over three weeks. By that point I should have been established enough, have enough consistent clientele that I could stop worrying about how I was going to make that money month after month and concentrate on growing the business into something greater. Into something that I could be proud of." I respond and then look up at the door to my shop. 

Only three people have passed through it today and I need five to make ends meet. It's rather late in the afternoon I'm only likely to get one more person in today and that's just because they called in, otherwise I wouldn't get my hopes up. This whole week has been like this. Just utter shit. 

"So what can I do to help you?" Karen asked as she looked around the void she inhabited. "And give me some kind of background, it's always creepy when you haven't decided where I'm going to be."

It takes me a moment but I will her to a serene lake with a few swans lazily swimming on its surface and shimmering shoals of brightly colored fish beneath. Smooth stones line the parts of the lake that aren't covered in grass. The grass stretches for miles in every direction and not another living thing is around to bother her. She rises to her feet wriggling her painted toes in the grass and looks around. "Paladin?" She asks me.

"Yes Paladin." It's a special place in many of my stories. It's the way that I choose to represent the mindscape. This one is Karen's. It's beautiful and calm just like she is. Mine-

"We don't want to see yours." Karen tries to cut me off but it's too late. The sky is already a dismal grey with little droplets of water falling from it. It's not raining hard enough to be considered rain, nor is it light enough to be drizzle. It's just miserable drops of water falling from the sky onto her head. The swans are gone, replaced with those nasty noisy sea gulls that brazenly steal food from people. The beautiful fish are probably still beneath the surface but the rain conceals them beneath ripples. What can be seen are catfish, probably a full foot long looking up from the depths for something to swallow. I turn my attention back to Karen. Even though she's only been in the rain for a few minutes it's already mattered her maroon curls to her forehead and her shirt is now plastered to her breasts. She might be miserable but she looks amazing. "Okay we've seen your Paladin. It's pathetic. Can we please get back to mine? I'm cold." 

It takes a bit of effort to force the world to shift back once again but I manage it and she's back on the sunny shores of her lake lying in the grass. "Sorry about that." 

"So how's the writing coming along?" Karen's eyes drift shut as she asks me that question. 

"Ok I guess. Least some of it is coming along pretty well. I mean the story with you and your mother is coming along ok. I think the next story with you might be the Prostitute's Kiss." I tell her. I'm in the middle of watching a porn with one my favorite stars, Keri Sable, getting DP'd. It reminds me of something that I'm supposed to say to Karen while I've got her here. "And the one with you getting her out of an arrest by fucking an entire police squad is kinda dead ending."

"Duh. In real life I wouldn't suck a single dick to keep her out of jail. Nobody is going to believe that my husband is such a control freak that he would divorce me if he knew I masturbated."

"It's true."

"So is the fact that that the Cold War was a conspiracy. Nobody would believe it though." Karen replied.

"The Cold War was not a conspiracy. Anyway why would you protect her, she's family." 

"That bitch ain't my family. I don't even like her. And she's a racist but she's not THAT racist. I mean goddamn, the last time I heard so many n bombs dropped I was playing Star Fox 64." Karen responded.

"Wow. Think we can back off the nerd jokes just a bit? Not everybody gets those kinds of jokes. I can't keep telling Sam that he has to write to the masses if he's ever going to find success and then start targeting a microcosm like gamers.

"How is Sam anyway?"

"He's doing okay I guess. He's working on his scripts again, he graduated from screen writing in December so he's working on getting his first script sold. He's spends a lot of time working with me on his ideas. We've got a bunch of stuff floating around. Everything from the next Sundance Film phenomenon that Gamers will be. It's a story all about Gamers and the various prejudices about them. To Zombians which would be right up the alley of Comedy Central. Basically it's a zombie apocalypse set in the old west. You know like what if Small Pox had mixed with Indian blood to make flesh eating zombies? Or maybe they did it on purpose to get vengeance. Anyway it's just such a slap in the face to political correctness but its fun." She was doing a good job of keeping my mind off my work. She knew that it wasn't going to do a lot of good for me to dwell on that. 

"Does he have a girlfriend? You still haven't written a story about him he's practically the only friend you have that hasn't fucked me in one of your stories." Karen said. A saucy smile flashed over her features. "How about a mind control story. You still need one of those for the Survivor Contest don't you?" 

"Yeah I do. I just don't have anything in mind. It's never been one of my genres. I have no idea how I'm going to get to the first cap. I think a lot of authors are seeing those same problems though so I'm just focusing on writing as much as I can and spreading them out as far as I can. Oh yeah I almost forgot, the Prostitute's Kiss." The smile on her face instantly vanishes. I haven't even told her my idea and she knows it's not going to be something she'll enjoy. "It's basically the Ordnance Kiss but instead of it being Corn Nuts and dip spit it'll be cum and girl squirt and urine."

"Wait. What?" One of her hazel eyes opens to look at me. I know that she's confused, I'm just trying to figure out what she's confused about. "What happens with this kiss?"

"Basically all the prostitutes lines up according to rank. Each one gets to put one thing in their mouth swish it around and spit it into the girl to her right's mouth. She does the same thing and it travels all the way down the line until the new girl swallows it and is required to hold it down for thirty seconds or else she has to lick it off the floor." Karen's features sour at the mention of that.

"That is disgusting. I'm not doing it. That one is Nikki's. She's in a prison where it makes a lot more sense. I mean now you want our readers to buy that in addition to the fact that my ultra conservative mother indulges in lesbian fantasies and would gamble me away like a poker chip, you also want them to buy that she's part of some underground circle of mother-in-law madams that whore out their son's wives? Come on." She made a good point, one that I had to stop and consider for a moment but she cut me off before I could really get my thoughts together. "Besides if you really want to get me into a fetish story then do that piss n' vodka story."

"I'm not really sure how to make that into a compelling story. I mean it's awesome that she did it. But how do I tell a story about it?" I ask.

"Well here's an idea. How bout we combine it with another story, turn it into a bit of a side story." Karen suggested. "You know sort of like. What was the name of that show? Legends. . .Guts. . .Roundhouse. . .shit it was one of those early nineties Nickelodeon shows. Back when they called Saturday night Snick." She started rolling her hands one over the other as if the motion would somehow make her brain move.

I on the other hand was stuck behind the monitor trying my best recall the show out loud while I typed. "Okay it was part of the original line up, I remember and they brought it back later. The original line up was Clarissa Explains it All, Pete n Pete, Roundhouse and Ren n'Stimpy. Damnit. Why can't I think of that show. It was the one where they were called the Midnight Society and they sat around that fire and threw dust into the flames!" It's frustrating when a name is on the tip of your tongue. Even when you've already got enough information that you could just move on because everybody knows what you're talking about anyway you still have to dwell on it, you have to know.

Fortunately Karen has a mind like a steel trap. Nothing every escapes it, you just have to give her the right reminder and she'll snap right to what you were looking for. In this case it was just me turning away from the screen for a split second. "Are you afraid of the Dark! That's the name of the show. It would be all of us girls having a slumber party. A lingerie slumber party." That didn't' take long for me to visualize. Karen kept talking as the landscape shifted around her. She was somewhat used to this happening by this point. "So we're sitting around in this lingerie and we're talking about what's the worst thing we've let a man do to us. And then it goes from one of us to next." When the world stopped twisting she was wearing a transparent red nightie with a fuzzy lining both around the neck and the bottom. There was matching thong but it was hanging from the heel of her matching red heels with were kicking back and forth over her head. Beneath her the bed was black silk with more pillow than ladies. There were other girls on the bed. I could hear them and even see their outlines but there were no faces. Not yet.

"So I guess right off the bat we invite Nikki." As I said that one of the girls became Nikki. She was wearing a pair of black boy shorts and that was it. Her hair was done up in a pair of pigtails that seemed to defy both gravity and reality. She couldn't possibly have enough hair for those massive tails yet there they were. She smiled and waved then let me continue. 

"And I want Kelly there she'll make for a good girl to have at the party." Another of the girls transformed. Black hair ended half way down her back and draped over her smallish breasts. She was wearing a bright blue thong and a half tee on top that let her play with her belly ring as she waited for me to get around to her. "She's just so much fun in a story. There is nothing that girl won't do and I mean nothing."

"Fine." Karen said quickly. She'd only recently met Kelly but it was obvious that the two of them didn't quite get along. It might just be professional jealousy. I had been giving Kelly a lot of choice spots recently. "Okay we've got to black girls and an Asian. We need a white girl. How bout that Busty Jessica chick from Literotica? Everybody loves her." Karen's wish was granted and one of the unused avatars transformed. She wasn't really a blonde, her hair was closer to red than blonde. You know that awesome shade of golden orange that only a girl with a perfect tan can pull off? That's what Jessica had. She had tits. Perfect fucking tits, the kind of tits so perfect that you swear they couldn't possibly be natural because nothing natural comes out that perfect. Long stem like legs that poured out of an apple bottom that begged you to take a bite. She was easily the sexiest girl in the room and would have been even wearing a potato sack but she was wearing a white bra and panties combination complete with garters and platform porn girl heels. "Is she really that hot?" Karen frowned. 

"The pictures she's claims to be are that hot. A picture is worth a thousand words so let me check something real quick." I quickly highlighted the paragraph and used my word count. "That's one hundred and twenty four words so according to my math-" I quickly punched the numbers into my calculator. "She's probably eighty seven point six percent hotter than that that. Or eight hundred seventy six words hotter." I respond.

"You're on thin ice here Sean." Karen replies flatly as she looks at the traditional hot girl. 

"It's ok I know how to swim!" I smirk. Jessica's eyes sparkled like twin sapphires. She was one of those rare women who were as beautiful as they were sexy and she'd look no less at home as a princess as she would in an alley. "That's thirty seven more bringing the total percent up to thirteen point one percent of how hot she really is."

"Do you want my help or do you want to sit here and piss me off? I will fucking leave. I've done it before and I'll do it again! Stop pushing it."

"Okay okay. How bout we put Christie in? I haven't actually used hers."

"Who's Christie?" She asked looking around at the remaining non descript girls. She expected one of them to change but nothing happened. "Again who's Christie."

"Gimme a sec, I'm trying to remember her face." One of the girl's bodies came into focus. She had a cute little but packed into in pair of yellow trimmed black panties. Above that a pair of perfect handfuls, which are normally smaller than I like in tits but these ones are nice, are packed behind the yellow and black bat logo. "She was that chick Shawn was hitting on last year or the year before. That Mexican slut."

"The one who answered the door for room service in her bra and panties and got ten bucks in change and the fifty you paid with?" Karen asked rolling onto her back. 

"Yeah that's her." I remember that perfectly well. So well that suddenly there is a door and someone is knocking at it. There hadn't even been walls, or a floor or anything outside of the bed that could be defined until that moment. 

"Do you mind? We're a little horny and you obviously don't need us just yet." Nikki asked as she looked over at the door. She didn't wait for permission, she slid off the bed and walked over to the door and threw it open. Kelly was right behind them.

The man behind the door wasn't your typical pizza delivery boy. He was a handsome muscular black man. Big sausage pizza here." He opened the pizza box and there was a hole in the center of it where over a foot of cock, his cock, emerged.

"It's cheesy but what are you gonna do about it?" Nikki said and then wrapped her lips around his cock. I watched her for a moment sucking the pizza boy's cock until he lead her out into the hallway. It was like a horse and a carrot. Except it was whores and a cock. Same principle though with Nikki crawling forward trying to keep the dick in her mouth and Kelly trying to get a taste for herself. I shut the door behind them, if I had to watch her ass moving while she sucked I'd get distracted and we'd never even finish the casting for this thing.

"I don't think her name was Christie."

"I don't remember her name. I usually called her Pineapple after we heard that joke that truckers call prostitutes pineapple and that basically became her name after that." I responded. I also didn't spend a lot of time staring at her face. When my attention returned to Christie her nipples were straining through the fabric of her bra and a small tribal tattoo at the base of her spine had appeared. "It wasn't really the best part of her. I mean she wasn't ugly but she wasn't gorgeous like you are."

"She needs a face. She can't be the headless girl it'll creep me out. So let's slap a face on her. You want something sorta plainish so how bout we go with that one chick from Lost. "The face became clear in an instant. Christie had thick plush lips and a narrow nose. Her eyes were hard and she had a slight scowl. Like she could beat you up and she knew it. "Yeah that's her. Wrong body but that's the face."

"That will do. You think we've got enough?" I ask looking at Christie as she sat up and looked herself over. She seemed to be fascinated with her own existence. It's like that at first for a lot of them. 

"We're a little light actually. Probably need at least one more." Karen brings her finger up to her lips biting down on it for a moment. "I can't think of anybody else to bring though, you got anybody?"

"How about this woman?" I turn my attention to the last woman. She's platinum blonde with beautiful brown eyes. I've always thought that the contrast between blond hair and brown eyes was intoxicating. Her toothy smile was clearly predatory. She would devour you whole, heart, body, mind and soul and spit out whatever was left. She had a lean body wrapped in a leather corset and miniskirt. 

"No, you're not inviting Callisto to a slumber party. She'll kill us all while we sleep." Karen said the woman faded back out. "If you want to do a story with her go for it. Just not this story. Look I'll make this easy on you pick a porn star."

"Mika Tan!" I immediately respond. She's quite possibly the sexist woman ever born. Definitely in the top ten.

"Okay. Oh you already used her in a story though so what's her name?" Karen asks.

"Damned if I remember she was in that prison scene with Nikki. Nikki! What's the name of that girl I made you do the prison scene with! The hot Asian one not the ugly dyke!" 

Nikki pushed the door open with her foot and looked over at me. Apparently she and Kelly had attracted some attention because it wasn't just a pizza delivery boy in the hallway. Kelly was squatting down riding a Chinese delivery boy while a UPS man still wearing his uniform fucked her ass. Nikki was doing the reverse anal cowgirl with the pizza boy impaling her. Every few strokes he'd pull out so we could all see how stretched out her gaping rectum was. A bellhop was leaning over her keeping her pussy stretched around his cock. I'm not sure why there were emergency personnel on the scene but Nikki was servicing them as well. In her right hand she had a black fire fighters cock and in her left a Latino cop. Actually I recognized the cop as Officer Garcia. Her mouth was full with paramedic. "Ochelle anner!" She garbled the words around the man's dick. He obviously close from the look in his eyes and he wasn't about to let her back off to help me with my petty problems. He had her by the hair and was jerking her entire head up and down on his cock. 

"I didn't understand you. Take the dick out of your mouth." I was about to ask Kelly, there was always the chance that she knew for some reason. There are all kinds of things people shouldn't know that they do. Especially when they are all just aspects of your imagination. I mean they should all know everything I know but I've learned over the years that they don't and occasionally they know things that I don't, particularly insights into myself and others. Anyway I didn't ask Kelly because that's when a plumber showed up and pushed his fat greasy cock into her mouth. Her eyes bulged with surprise and maybe a hint of revulsion but after a moment she was smiling again.

"Michelle Tanner! That's her fucking name now get the fuck outta here!" Officer Garcia shouted. Then he leaned over and shut the door.

"Well we got the name. Michelle Tanner and she can be at the party too. You can go wait in the hallway honey I think they've got more cock than they can handle." Michelle and Christie both got up off the bed and walked into the hallway. The grunts and moans from the hallway were starting to get louder and flood into the bed room. 




Muses Ch. 04



It was obviously starting to get to Karen. I could tell because she was starting to figit with herself. Rubbing her feet together or clenching her jaw. The familiar scent of aroused woman started to fill the room and finally one hand glided into her panties to start playing with herself. "Sorry it's just I'm getting so fucking horny."

"Well hurry up and tell me the rest of the idea."

"Basically it's all of us girls sitting around like this and we take turns telling about the most embarrassing thing we've ever let a man do to us. I'll go first and I'll talk about how you used to make me drink piss and vodka even in public. That you'd go the bathroom and piss in my drinks and only you and I knew. It was how I let you know that I really did love you that much. I would do anything for you." She smiled.

"I know you would have. I love you to." I mutter. I was smiling though. 

"See and you just have to go into a little detail, not a lot. Because we'd be story hopping. We'd start off with that and then we'd just jump over to Kelly and she could talk about how her uncle made her eat out her sister for gas money. And Nikki could talk about how she'd once had to blow a bunch of guys to pay back her first boyfriend's debts, you know the one who ended up in jail. The father of her first child. Since they are really really short scenes you can do a bunch and just get to the wanking material." Karen said. "And something."

She was starting to lose her focus. I don't know where she go this dildo from, or even where the idea for such a monstrosity came from but she had a three pronged dildo. It looked like a big rubber sai with the longest prong working the insides of her pussy. It was rotating, or twisting, or something inside her. I could hear the gears humming as it did whatever it did. The second prong was jammed into her ass and it was doing the same thing. I could even tell on that small hole it was twisting. The final rested just against her clit. It sounded like she was still trying to say something but I couldn't understand her any more. She was too busy holding onto the handle of that thing and working it. She had arranged herself so her head was face down in the pillows biting down to keep from squealing too loud and her ass was pointed up into the air. Karen's eyes were closed but her mouth was open. "Get me something to fuck. Anything to fuck." She growled. "I need to cum on a real flesh and blood cock. No pussy licking, no dildos. I need a cock inside me. Now."

"Later. Right now m'love I want to go home. Part of why you've been keeping me company so much is because I don't have the internet at the office to keep me busy. I promise I'll get you some cock as soon as I get home.

As soon as I got home I set up my laptop and Karen was there waiting for me. "So it's cock you want. Anything in particular Karen?" I'm not normally particularly generous with her or any of my characters. In fact I've put them all through hell and back but I have to be honest. Especially Karen. She's been a regular trooper for my twisted desires. The other part is that most of what she wants I've never been able to accomplish for her. She's been begging me for years that we should do a story. That we should do a romance and I just can't figure it out for the life of me. I've tried but it never moves. I think it's my fault. Anyway this is one time that I'm more than willing to indulge her, she deserves something for all she's done.

"Just give me something!" Karen growls. Her fingers are back between her legs. Three of them jammed into her sopping slot noisily. I could hear them squishing around in her cunt. It was almost as loud as her whimpers and moans. 

I know I shouldn't spoil them but I felt like this might be an appropriate time to just go a head and spoil her a bit. The door opened and a man climbed over the orgy in the hallway and stepped right into the room. The man was built like a rock. Broad shoulders, thick muscles, dark skin, and a tribal tattoo on his left bicep. He wore a pair of black spandex with a blue bull raising one eye brow emblazoned across his ass. Calf high black boots polished to a shine finished the package. "Does anybody in here have any pie?" He canted his head slightly and raised his eyebrow.

"He'll do." Karen said. Based on how enthusiastically she leapt off the bed and ran over to the man, we'll call him John, he was obviously more than just okay. It's been a while since I've seen that kind of energy from her. She almost tackled him, slamming him against the door shutting it. Karen fell to her knees. She had her fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants and then slid them down his muscled thighs. "He's perfect."

"Of course I am darling. Go on, taste the strudel." Karen smiled up at the handsome Samoan and then at his cock. He was well endowed but not the freakish cocks you see in a lot of porn stories my own included. He was just under eight inches long and just thick enough that she couldn't use just one hand to hold him. He shaved so Karen went straight for his scrotum slurping them into her mouth and working them with her tongue. John was definitely enjoying himself it was obvious from the way he clutched her shoulders. This was about Karen's pleasure though and she was loving it. She loved he way that he tasted. The blend of sweat and masculinity had her greedy holes drooling. Karen wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, just the tip and slurped loudly on it. She loves the power she gets from sucking a man's cock. It gets her off to know that she's the reason that two hundred and sixty five pounds spread over a six foot five frame can barely stand. It gets her off to know that her mouth is the reason his legs are quivering beneath her. 

"I think it's time I got a taste of that pie." He pushed her back just slightly and then wrapped his arms around her middle. John lifted her like he was about to give her a power bomb flipping her up so her legs were around his shoulders and her snatch was pressed against his face. Then he twisted so she was pinned against the wall and he made the entire thing look easy. He bit down on her panties twisting them out of his way and started eating her pussy. Karen couldn't even think straight with his twat twisting tongue tangling her insides. It wasn't just the way he was working his tongue that had Karen literally climbing the walls. She also had a thing about being picked up. Something about a man being able to just lift her up and do whatever he wanted with her made her juices flow. 

"I want your cock in me. Fuck me." John spread her legs sliding her down until his elbows hooked her knees and then lowered her down until his cock was pushed against her hot slit. Karen reached down and guided him into her slit rolling her hips against him. It was easy for the muscular man to keep her pinned against the wall and fuck her. Each time he slammed his hips into Karen she gasped like he was forcing the air out of her body. I could hear his hips slapping against hers. Her nails were digging into his shoulders leaving little red half moons behind. John would certainly remember that he'd been fucked when he got into the shower next. The fresh wounds would burn as soon as he got soap in them but at the moment he didn't even feel them. "Harder." Karen whispered. John bounced her up and down on his cock fully impaling her on each stroke. Her breasts heaved up and down until she leaned against him rubbing her nipples against his chest. "Oh God, yeah! Don't stop! Don't stop fucking me! Your big dick feels so good in my tight little pussy! I'm gonna come on your cock. You're gonna make me come!" I didn't think it was possible but John started fucking her harder then. I've never seen anybody fuck that hard. For a second I swore John was going to put her through the wall. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" Karen scrambled to keep her grip on John dragging her nails across his shoulders. Her entire body was rocking and then slowly she went limp.

"Don't quit on me now honey." Without pulling his cock out of her hole John walked her over to the bed and put her on her back. He crossed her ankles holding them both in one hand and continued to fuck her. For five minutes he pounded away inside her. "Where do you want it?"

Karen looked up at me and smiled. One great thing about her is that if you give her something you want she'll do her best to keep you happy. This was her giving me a treat. "Come on my tits!" Karen scooped her tits together making a target for John to shoot. He pulled out and sprayed her tits with his cum. The white cum was an amazing contrast to her honey colored skin. "Oh my God thank you." She pulled her breast up to her mouth and licked the cum from her tits. "Oh you can go now gorgeous. I already got to smell what your cock was cookin' and it was delicious."

John smiled and walked out of the room picking up his spandex on the way out. The orgy outside was over at that point so the girls were dressed again and ready to come back into the room to sit on the bed. "Okay so what have we got so far? Sorry I got distracted when Karen took a break to get fucked."

"It was an amazing fuck." Karen replied still breathless from her orgasm. A few gobs of cum still clung to her rack.

"He looked delicious. I hope he comes by the jail sometime soon." Nikki purred. She walked into the room and immediately gave Karen a deep kiss then leaned down to get a taste of the cum from her chest. "He tastes good too."

"The only way he's going to be coming do your jail is if you start a women's football team. Now focus I think everybody has had their orgasm. You sluts should be able to think straight for at least five minutes and that's all I really need out of you is five minutes of your utmost attention and then you can get back to whatever you do when I'm not paying attention to you! What have we got?"

"Well you can stop dropping hints as to who John is. Anybody who hasn't figured out who he is by now never will. I don't feel you need to give a complete rundown of everything he's accomplished. If you insist on trying to subtly tell the audience his identity without saying it outright you could at least get smart about it." Nikki said grabbing a pillow and tucking it beneath her chest. "Where did I leave my top anyway?"

"You didn't bring one Nikki. Just your panties and those you managed to keep track of." I shook my head and smirked.

"As if you've never just willed something into existence before. You were supposed to tell me it was right next to me and if it was a scorpion it would have stung me." Nikki replied.

"Oh. Sorry. Usually I'm pretty quick on these kinds of things." I'm smiling by this point though. "So do you girls need anything else from me? Or can I send you off to have your sexy slumber party?" 

"I think we're okay for the minute." Karen answered. "You just wander on back behind the screen where it's safe from us ravenous sluts and we'll tell you a story. And if you're still upset about your business I promise to have mind blowing sex with whomever you want." She smiled blew a kiss and then looked to her friends.



Muses Ch. 05



A few hours (and a completed story that is up on Lit) later Karen and her giggling friends were sitting with glasses filled with a clear liquid. "You know Piss n' Vodka isn't nearly as disgusting as you'd think. I mean the thought of it is pretty nasty but the flavor, not bad at all." Karen commented upending her glass and then throwing what was left into the corner.  "So what are we trying to work on today?"

"I'm really not sure. There are still plenty of categories that I don't even have a first story in much less a second or third story in so I should be focusing on getting the things that I haven't written down. I'm completely stumped as to what I will do for a How To category. Just up shits creek without a paddle." I lament. 

"You know how bout you just do something funny or a bunch of funny things. Like a zombie survival guide. And then you can follow that up with how to build your vampire hunter kit, the essentials." Karen stood up and walked over to the closest rummaging around for a moment until she found a black leather trench coat and a whip from some kinky story I once wrote. You know every hunter should carry wooden stakes, a whip consecrated in the blood of a loved one, holy water. Tell them the things they should have and then some back up optional parts." She pulled the coat on and walked into the center of the room striking a pose. "How do I look?"

"Amazing as usual." She was less than half dressed. She was wearing a transparent red nightie with red fuzz around the trim and a trench coat. I'm not sure why it was sexy but it was.

I was about to say something else but the door flew open and a blonde man wearing black slacks and a deep maroon shirt walked over to her. "This is mine." He yanked it up and off over her head, pulling it onto himself at the same time. "Now he should think about using me when he wants to do a celebrity story. I know he thinks about me in the nude anyway. Muscles glistening, n'all that. He can let me fulfill every fanboy's dream and let me get both slayers, both real ones I mean. Not this Nancy Drew bunch they've got trolloping around."

"I already got a celebrity story. It was Black Cat and she got raped by a security guard. The second one that I'm working on at the moment is Joker raping Batgirl. Its kind of an alternative to the Killing Joke" I reply. "Oh bloody hell I promise I'll work on some fanfic soon just get out of here, or better yet go inspire that chick who was writing When in Rome. That shit was awesome."

"Righto!" The blonde mock saluted and then walked out the door.

"You're such a fag." Karen teased watching him leave. "Okay what are we doing for Earth Day? I know its still a ways out but I think that should be our priority at the moment is getting an idea out for that cus once it gets here it's gonna be on top of us." Karen sat down on the bed. "I'm kinda tired of being here and I'm a bit hungry do you mind?"

"Not at all." Karen closes her eyes, scene transitions sometimes make her dizzy and she wanted to give me a moment to get everything set up. I'm not sure why the first thing that jumped into my mind was Johnny Rocket's but that's what came to mind so that's why Karen found herself wearing a pink skirt with a poodle stitched onto it with suspenders over a white blouse. Her hair was done in one big pony tail behind her head. She was sitting on a stool, the other girls were scattered throughout the restaurant along with several people who hadn't come into focus just yet. There was a pink, probably strawberry, milkshake sitting in front of Karen and she was happily slurping it through a straw. It was in one of those neat stemmed glasses you on television. There was also mouthwatering burger sitting in a basket half filled with onion rings. "Is this good enough?

"Yeah this is fine. I just work better with a full stomach." She took a bite of the burger then looked up at me speaking around the burger. "Ok so let me hear the big plans you have for the Earth Day contest. Hopefully you have an idea that doesn't suck.

"Okay well the first story is about a lumberjack and he's going to fall a sleep and find a beautiful girl in his cabin and she's going to they are going to have fantastic sex. She doesn't say a single word the entire night. She's gonna have kind of dark skin, a little darker than you and her hair is going to be dyed green or so he thinks. I'm not sure how but I want to reveal that she's actually a dryad. So in the end she's either going to kill him to protect the forest or she's going to die when he cuts down her tree and he'll find out too late and change his ways. It'll be something for those yuppie die hard tree huggers." Actually I've been trying to work the kinks out of that story for a few years, it's been my supposed entrance to the contest three years running.

"Okay well that's not a bad idea. Do you have anything else?" She's about halfway finished with her meal now. She's really more pushing the french-fries around than intending to eat them but she didn't want them to take her plate away either.

"Well one idea just came to mind and I think I might run with this one. It's going to be about a bunch of women who are part of some kind of environmental group. You know the kind of whackos that chain themselves to trees to stop developers from cutting them down?" Karen nods that she understands. "Well what do you think would happen if a bunch of girls did tie themselves to a tree with no way of freeing themselves."

"They get raped." Karen answered a smile crossing her beautiful features.

"That's right. Already tied to the tree so they just get used by the construction workers. In the end the construction workers decide not to cut down the trees, they go and site something obscure about field mice or something else ridiculous that could only happen in California. Could be fun."

"That idea. . .it doesn't suck. How many girls?"

"I was thinking on mostly focusing on just one. There would be other girls in the background but I want to focus on just one girl for the story." I explain. "Hold on I've got a customer I need to take care of this." I said as I hopped up from my computer to briefly work.

"Like I can go anyplace." Karen teased popping a fry into her mouth and waiting for me to return. As soon as I did she smiled. "Which girl are you planning on using?"

"I hadn't really decided, you're tied with the whole story arc with you and your mother, Nikki is mostly in the prison bitch story. I've got a new girl running around but she really doesn't fit the bill. I mean her name is Jennifer and her ultimate goal is to be the most famous nasty porn star ever. She's gonna have to work her way up I can't really see her at a Green Peace rally though." I wandered around my office threw on the HBO Spawn series before settling back down to listen to Karen go on.

"Well then it's time for either a new girl or for one of these girls who doesn't have much going for her to step up. We've been using Michelle a lot, how bout this is what actually landed her in jail? You know she set this entire thing up, she knew exactly what was going to happen when she did she had these women chained to the trees so eventually she goes down for this? I mean you don't need to talk about it really, it's just an idea." Karen spun around on the stool and looked down at her outfit finally. "I can't believe you put me I this get up." He hopped up off the stool and smoothed her skirt down over her thighs. The way it flared up she couldn't actually cover herself with the skirt. It wasn't even possible. "Men and their juvenile fantasies."

"What can I say I like you slutty?" I smiled. Karen got up off the stool and walked across the street to a huge rally. There were banners strung over head that read 'Save the Trees' or 'Meat is Murder' along with dozens over other signs. They were serving guava smoothies out of recycled paper cups. "So you think we're gonna find her here?"

"Yeah I think this is a good place to look. Now we need to work on your portfolio a bit. I mean I love sex and being out there as much as anybody but I'm probably in half of the stories under one name or another specially since me and Nikki often switch hit for each other." Karen looked up over at a petite girl with a beautiful face and black hair that hung around her shoulders. She was wearing a plain white shirt and loose fitting khaki pants. "See you need a girl like this, you have plenty of big tit blondes a couple black girls a couple Asian girls but you don't have a girl like her. Come here honey." The girl walked over to Karen and took Karen's hand letting the thick black beauty spin her around for my inspection. She had a cute little ass that just begged to be slapped and pinched and a beautiful face. There was no way this woman could be anything but a fallen angel, she was entirely too innocent looking and her smallish tits just reinforced that cute little girl look.

"I'm going to enjoy corrupting her." I smiled looking her over. "What should we call her?" 

"You know what? How bout we name her after that one New York chick you used to love so much. Name her Flora." Karen suggested. "You've never given her a character and every other woman you've ever said the L word to has gotten at least one story." Karen yanked the smaller girl close and kissed her. "And a girl named Flora as a flower power chick is just fitting.

"Yeah but Flora as a victim? If I remember right that bitch had like a third degree black belt and her little brother was better than she was! She'd rip the chains through the tree like fucking Chuck Norris!" I said glancing around. 

As I suspected the Bearded One was attending the meeting. He was wearing a cowboy hat, and a leather vest over a blue shirt and jeans. He tilted his hat respectfully at the two ladies then looked over at me. I waited for a moment expecting him to say something or do something. I still didn't see what he did, it was too fast for my eyes to catch but when he adjusted the brim of his hat several of the men wandering around the meeting gasped just before their heads exploded. The Honorable Chuck Norris looked at me one last time then vanished into the crowd. I had been warned not to take his name in vain or there would be dire consequences. 

"Okay maybe she's not perfect but I don't see her as a good victim." 

Karen was still busy looking around at all the death around her. A few specks of blood had landed on her cheek. She reached up and wiped them away but she was still in shock for a moment longer. "Isn't that what makes her a perfect victim? That she's strong. Didn't you once tell Shawn that the stronger the woman the more satisfying her defeat? Who better than a black belt?" She explained then looked at Flora. "Hey Flora you ready to do what you were written to do? I can already see this story. Sean you go open up another file so you can write this story down as soon as it happens here."

"Okay okay. Sheesh can I finish watching my porn some black chick is taking it up the ass." Karen narrowed her eyes at me. She was always a little jealous of my porn, not enough to actively complain about it, but enough that she'd let me know if I tried to put it over our relationship. "Fine fine. I'm putting it on pause. Tell me your story."

"Ok first we need to change the set, the first part can't happen here at a gathering. We need to show just how bad ass Flora is. I'm seeing her walking out of a meeting someplace downtown you think you can cook something up for us?" Karen asked looking around. 

"Can we pick this up when I get home? I'm starving." I plead looking at the office clock. I'm already ten minutes over due.

"Sure, fine, whatever. Go home, eat. Jack off cus I know you want to but no liquor! You have to get this opening scene and a name down before you can have even a whiff. I mean I don't even want you smelling fumes until you've got that shit done am I clear?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Oh and I'm sorry."

"What about?" I ask.

"Me, her. . .the real me the woman I'm based on. I know you love her very much. She doesn't love you anymore and she's not going to show up for your birthday. If you're lucky she might call you but we both know she's not going to show up. It's too hard on her. I just don't want you getting your hopes up. The last time you got your hopes up about something with her I ended getting gang raped by the Ku Klux Klan. They didn't stop until they had poured so much cum on me that you couldn't tell if I was black or white." She glanced up at me. "It's called Karen's Ku Klux Klan Kum Kover! Shameless plug." She gave me a cheesy smile like one of my favorite wrestlers along with a double thumbs up then shooed me out of the office. I'd be back with her soon.

"You're back. What took so fucking long?" Karen was sitting on the back of what was once her Jetta staring up at me. She was parked in a dark parking lot, there were street lights set up but close to half of them didn't seem to function. There were several cars scattered throughout the lot most of them were in various states of disrepair that made the busted Jetta the best looking vehicle in the lot. All the buildings looked like they'd been abandoned. Only one showed signs of life a gymnasium with light slipping beneath the door. "Wow, you know what wherever you were it was good cus you cooked up all this with me bitching."

"Yeah it's nice right, about what you were looking for?"

"It's fucking perfect." She exclaimed. Two thuggish looking men emerged from the shadows to go stand beside a mustang. 

"Okay those guys are construction workers. Make up a company name, something that will instantly be hated so give them a name that makes them sound like a really big company. Globodyne!" She said ominously and motioned to her thugs. " Okay once you've got them all named and figured out here's what happens Flora comes out of her meeting." I looked to the door where the light was leaking beneath it. "Flora comes out of her meeting!" Karen said raising her voice slightly. "Excuse me a minute."

"Go on." 

Karen leapt up off her ass and walked over to the door throwing it open. Flora had already gotten the feel for being one of my girls. She was on her knees with a man force feeding her his sausage.  "Hey Flora, your on and you're supposed to be a vegan remember."

"Hey if it doesn't hurt the animal it's ok!" She responded pushing the faceless man away and walking over to the door.

"Well if you'd finished millions of wiggly sperm would have been sent to their death in your gullet! Now pay attention we're supposed to be helping!" Karen closed the door behind her and walked back to her Jetta. "Okay I think we're ready. Flora comes out of her meeting."This time Flora did emerge from building and started walking across the parking lot. "Now she doesn't notice her attackers until the last second until it's almost too late.

"Duh de duh I'm an inobservant woman in New York!" Flora sang starting to skip, definitely a little melodramatic. She got to her car and paused. "Now what?"

"Now those thugs attack you! They were probably sent to rape you and scare you, that's what Globodyne does to intimate you." Karen looked at the two guys who looked at Flora but made no motion to approach her. Karen's eyes widen as she motioned for the two to move.  "Despite them both being very strong." The first one charged Flora but missed as the cute girl side stepped. He slammed into her Mustang nearly flipping it over. "Okay not that strong we aren't writing Dragonball here. Can we try it again?" They all took their places again and the man charged a second time. This time the car exploded. The two men had to shield their faces from the shrapnel but Flora, it was like she was dancing but she moves between the flying bits of metal seemingly without effort.

"Okay that was me but it's been a while since I've gotten to blow anything up!" I reset the scene quickly. "Okay one more time and this is for real." The man charged. Flora dodged. This time his head bounced off the door leaving a dent in the car and a trickle of blood trickling down his forehead.

"That's better, glad everybody is taking it seriously. Now that we've got this whole thing being taken seriously." Karen said. "Now Flora is going to easily frighten the two of you off with her awesome ninja skills. It's as easy as that." I was hardly paying attention as Flora floored her assailants. 

Actually I was paying just enough attention to watch Bruce and Tim lay down on their back and start moaning. "You know when the real thing comes you gonna have to let her knock you around a bit. The story just won't work if you try to fake it like that."

"Yeah yeah." Bruce mumbled getting to his feet. "We'll get it right when he actually writes the main story. Right now I don't want to break anything."

Karen smiled and slid off her Jetta. "How bout you come over here and break me off a lil something. It's been a few pages since I got a good hard fuck and I have to make sure you're good enough for Flora." She leaned over the hood of her Jetta letting her skirt ride up over her ripe rump. Of course she wasn't wearing anything beneath and she was already glistening with anticipation. "Come on, make it hurt, that's what you're gonna have to do to her. Grudge fuck me."

Bruce leapt to his feet and ran over behind Karen grabbing her by the back of the neck and pushing her face down into the hood. "You're such a fucking slut." He palmed the side of her head squishing her face down against the hood. 

"That's it play rough." She gasped. "Make me cry and whimper. Make me beg for mercy!" Karen churned her hips again the air. "Don't keep me waiting. I can't wait any longer. I want to feel it."

Normally Karen is more reserved than that. She's a slut but she's usually not that blatant about getting what she wants. Bruce wasn't going to disappoint her either. He'd already pulled his cock out and shoved it into her cunt. She was so wet he sank all the way in on the first stroke. He was fucking her so hard that the car was rocking slightly and the shocks squeaking keeping pace of the union. Karen was squealing at the top of her lungs every lustful phrase she could dream up.

I don't know Bruce that well but he was definitely doing his best to live up to her expectations and make her scream and squeal for mercy. Every time he leaned into her he threw all of his weight behind it crushing her between his body and the car. He kept one hand on her head the entire time, never letting her move even and inch. The other hand twisted one of her arms behind her back forcing her up onto the tips of her toes. She was still begging him for more.

"Stop holding back you pussy! Make it hurt!" She demanded slapping her hand down on the car hood. Karen met every one of his thrusts determined to drive him as far into her as her body would allow. "Is this the best you can do? Maybe I should have Tim try? You think maybe he knows how to use his cock?"

"You want to me to hurt you? Is that what you want?" Bruce roared. He was actually getting frustrated.

"Yes! You're fucking auditioning to be a rapist, you have to be able to drive a woman to tears and make her body yours. You're supposed to turn a woman's insides to butter!" Karen shouted.

Bruce pulled his cock from Karen's twat and in one blinding thrust he buried it in her bowels. I could see it in Karen's eyes. The world had gone blank for her. She was cumming right then. Her hands were clenching into fists banging against the hood as it claimed her body. "That's the stuff. When a girl tells you to fuck her that's what you do." She swooned.

"You don't think you're done do you honey?" Bruce hooked his arm beneath one of her knees lifting her onto one foot and continued to power fuck her. Karen was practically doing a standing splits but she wasn't complaining about the treatment. She leaned up towards him wrapping one of her arms around his shoulders and yanked his face to hers for a brutal lip smashing kiss. There was a snarl on her face as she continued using Bruce for her own perverse pleasure. He fucked her for almost ten minutes like that before he filled her up with his cum and finally set her down. "Now you're done."




Muses Ch. 05



Karen's eyes were hooded over with latent pleasure. "That's good enough for me. I think it's time for me to wander off for a bit though. I think some of your other girls deserve a little bit of face time." Karen blew me a kiss, got into her Jetta and drove off. It's funny. I don't know what's at the end of that road. One day I'll have to find out for myself.



Muses Ch. 06



I sit down behind monitor and close my eyes trying to summon up my newest subject. Her name is Jennifer and it's her goal in life to become a porn star. She's mostly based on Hillary Scott, if you don't know who she is google the slut, she's about as good as it gets. Anyway since Jennifer is mine she's a little hotter than Hillary, bigger rack, cuter butt. Most of the girls that I think up have flaws, a bit overweight, small tits or a flat ass. Something to make them real. I don't want Jennifer to be real, I want Jennifer to be perfect and she is. 

It takes a minute but she appears sitting on the edge of her bed. She's wearing a pair of thigh eyes socks striped with grey and orange all the way up. She had a ridiculous pair of orange platform heels on as well. That was all she was wearing. Jennifer looked around her bedroom slowly. I've never seen a room that was quite that combination of slutty and cute. The bed she was lying on was covered in teddy bears but a lot of them were wearing strap on dildos. Her desk was covered in bright pink pens with fluffy animal heads on most of them but there were dildos stuffed into those pen holders as well. Her walls were covered in pictures of ponies, puppies and porn. It was truly surreal. "Hi. I'm Sean Renaud I made you, I'm the author and you're supposed to do exactly what I say when I say it how I say it. But none of the other girls are that cooperative so why should I expect you to be? You're-"

"I know who I am. You introduced me just a two paragraphs back. So I know who I am and what I want in life. To be a porn star." She spread her legs giving me a great view of her shaven pussy. "So what have I done so far? What are you here to discuss with me?"

"Well I'm here to sort of brainstorm out a few of your stories. I want you to have a journey, that when you get to the top that you'll appreciate who you are because you earned it. So I'm thinking of starting you off with some really crappy job. Something where everybody can appreciate where you are in life because they've been there at least once maybe more than once in their life." I explain. "I'm thinking McDonalds."

"Yeah but what do you know about McDonalds? Why not stick with stuff you know? So let's have me start off as a courtesy clerk at a grocery store." Jennifer asked. She stretched like a great cat pointing her toes and thrusting her magnificent chest skyward then rolled over onto her stomach. 

"Cus it reminds me of her. She worked at a Vons." I sigh trying to push the thoughts of my ex aside. A slight knock at the door, just enough to warn us of an intruder and then a caramel colored beauty peaks her head in. "No no Karen you aren't needed, not yet anyway. If I need you I'll come get you I promise." She nods respectfully and backs out of the room.

"So what if she worked at a Vons. So did Spencer, so did you for that fucking matter! Which means it's something that you're going to be able to make sound believable and real. That's what I think anyway." Jennifer propped her head up on her hands so her tits were hidden behind her forearms. 

"Okay Vons it is." There usually isn't much point in debating things with the girls. They know what they want and they won't stop until they get it. The guys. . .usually they are perfectly happy to do whatever I want, of course all they end up doing is fucking pretty girls all day, "Since we have to start you off at the bottom of your life since this is going to be a happy story with you getting everything you ever wanted I think we'll start you off by getting fired."

"Wait aren't I a slut? Wouldn't I just drop to my knees, suck the guy off and get my job back? Hell isn't that how I got this job in the first place?" Jennifer canted her head to one side causing her hair to fall in her face.

"No that's not how you got this job in the first place, you are a reasonably competent woman. At least that's what I think. You aren't an idiot you just make mistakes. This mistake is going to cost you your job it will be something little though." I sigh. She does have a good point that she could and probably would whore herself out to keep her job. "Maybe you just didn't think about it at the moment because you were upset about other things." 

"Okay. So where is the sex going to come in. You can't give a girl this bangin body and not expect her to put some miles on it. I mean just look at me. This body is wasted every second that there isn't a cock buried in it and you know it." Jennifer cooed. "You know actually I'm getting kinda horny and can't think straight. Do you think you could, you know get me some cock real quick. Just something to tide me over until the real story starts?"

"You're horny? Already? It's only been a few screens." I sigh. This clearly isn't something that discussing is really going to help though so I stop trying. "Fine what are you in the mood for? Anything in particular?"

"Big." She quickly answers.

"Fine. Big it is." The door is ripped off the hinges by a beast of a man. He's so tall he has to crouch to enter the doorway and his back has a monstrous hunch to it. It's not clear whether he was born deformed or burned at some point but his face his horribly misshapen keeping on eye shut. "Meet Orcus. I'm still ironing out the kinks so he can show up in the story about the Stillborn." He's nude and Jennifer is focused on the only part of his anatomy she's truly interested in. His cock. It's just a monstrous as he is. It looks to be about a foot long swinging back and forth between his thighs. 

"Impossible." She gasps. Orcus knows why I've brought him out of his prison cell. It's the same reason I put him in it. I want a woman to experience what it's like to be used by a monster and he's what I've got in mind. The knowledge of why he's there has his cock already swelling to its full length. Each beat of his heart fill the organ with more blood lurching upward. "It's so huge." She gasps again staring at the thick veins lining his cock. 

"Yeah he is." Orcus reached down easily palming her skull in one hand and lifting her up off the bed. His other hand took her by the ankle spreading her legs and then he lowered her onto his cock.

"It's too big!" She shrieked clawing at his hand and kicking her free leg around. "It's splitting me open!" Jennifer howled. On the tip of Orcus's cock had slid into her. Orcus got tired of her tiny fists pummeling his chest and released her head so he could palm both of her hands and hold them in place over her head and continued to lower her onto his cock. 

"Damn girl that looks uncomfortable." I chuckled. Her body was doing it's best to stretch wide enough to accommodate Orcus. Gravity was forcing him deeper into her. She was definitely one of my girls though, somewhere about halfway down that impossible shaft something in her eyes shifted. Those stunning ice blue eyes clouded over with lust and she started squirming like a worm on a hook. The difference was that she wasn't trying to free herself she was trying to drive it the rest of the way into her. She wanted it all and Orcus wasn't going to let her down. He wrapped his hands around her waist, completely around her narrow waist and started pushing her down.

"All the way! I want to feel it in my guts!" She hissed. Even as wet as she was it took her almost five minutes of rocking against him before she managed to get him all the way into her. It didn't look possible, her cunt was lewdly spread open to accept over a foot of flesh. Orcus started bouncing her steadily up and down over the length of his cock. "Oh god it's so fucking big. I can fucking feel the veins stretching me open. I can feel it all in me. Every inch of it in my stomach. I'm gonna come all over his big dick." 

Orcus grunted and snarled, no human words escaped his lips. It was hard to read the expression on his gnarled face but I think enjoyed having a woman wrapped around his cock. I mean if he didn't want to fuck her then he'd simply stop and walk away right? He wasn't stopping he was going faster guiding her up and down over the length of his cock so fast she seemed to blur. Her tits flopped up and down with every move and she didn't show any signs of stopping. 

"Fuck fuck fuck!" I lost count of how many times Jennifer said fuck. She was just chanting by that point. Most of the words coming out of her mouth were completely incoherent. It was obvious that she was enjoying herself. She was so lost in the throes of rapture that I doubt she had any idea where she was. The moment she came it was obvious. Every part of her body made it obvious. Her toes curled. Her back arched. Orcus was too wide for her to wrap her legs around but she tried anyway curling them around his thighs. Her head whipped back suddenly finishing her orgasm. 

It only took Orcus a few more strokes before he was completely he came flooding her womb with the hot sticky sperm. "That was fucking awesome. If working for you is always like this I'll be around all the time." Orcus set her down and then calmly walked out of the room.

Jennifer reached down with one hand wiping some of his gathering cum up and gathering it so she could taste it. "Okay now that you've gotten your fill for the next fifteen minutes or so can we focus. I want to be able to get at least a few stories out of you."

"Yes I can focus now." She smiled and leaned back on her bed. Her freshly fucked pussy had yet to fully close. Her bright red hole had a trickle of cum oozing out onto her pink bedspread. "Okay well since you always like to compare porn and wrestling how bout we have me become a wrestling diva?"

"That's actually a pretty good idea. Then we can do a couple stories about you in there fill in some special things." I smiled at the idea. I miss when WWE used to have those fantasy matches.

"Yeah like a pudding wrestling match and you can probably get that in as a fetish. Best thing of all is that you don't really have to write much of the story. Just enough to make it stand on its own!"

"You don't mind wrestling in chocolate pudding for me?"

"Not at all. So there's your fetish that you've been working so hard to find. We can probably work a group story of it too where I fuck the entire locker room for whatever reason. Then you can work me up to a stripper for some more exhibition voyeur stuff." Jennifer was twiddling her fingers around between her legs rubbing the cooling cum into her skin. "I like it when people watch. That's why I have a webcam. Millions of my viewers got to watch Orcus fuck me. They got to see that great big cock bury itself in me. It was fucking awesome and I loved it. I have a feeling you want something more out of me, something that the other girls won't give you?"

"How can you guess that? Maybe I just needed another girl."

"It's past six o'clock and you haven't tried to leave the office yet."

"That's cus it's cold and rainy and I hate being cold and or wet. I'd rather stay here and wait for a lull." I said starting to turn off the other computers and shut down the shop.

"The lull is coming on Saturday and you don't have enough food to last until then."

"Fine. Yes none of the other girls are willing to get down with a family member for me. Karen keeps refusing to fuck her father, or even a cousin. No matter how many times I ask she says no. The same goes for Nikki and I don't' know any of the other parents." I mumble.

"Fine, you want to meet my family?" She's not really asking, she knows that I'd love to meet them since she seems to be volunteering to work with one of them. "Come on build me a house." She opened the door to her room and shuts it behind her. There is a poster of a skull and crossbones with a pink bow on her door. Of course it locks automatically. She walks down the hall and opens the door on the end. 

Her brother, a handsome football player by the name of Daryl is sitting at his computer working on something. From beneath the desk I can hear a steady slurping noise. He turns just enough so that I can see Jennifer is beneath the table sucking him off, then he twists her back out of sight. "It's how we bond. She's a cheerleader I'm a jock, it just seemed natural you know? Oh and trust me she has a very tight end, even after the entire varsity team ran a train on her." He smiled and reached one hand beneath the desk where his twin sister was making a point of slurping and gagging as loud as she could. "Oh you know could you do me one favor. I've seen the kinds of cool shit that happen in your stories. The next time you do a Power Rangers flick can I be in it? I think it would be awesome to have powers, and at least once I want to fuck Nikki while she's in that prison." He stopped and looked away for a minute. "Sorry about her by the way. It really isn't your fault though. There was nothing you could have done to stop that from happening"

"I know."

"You don't act like it." He smiled.

"Well that's enough of my twin. I'll leave him to finish up with me I have to introduce you to my father." She walked out of the room and as she did I realized I didn't even get a good look at Daryl. I think he was blond and well built but I didn't actually see him very clearly. I made a note that I'd have to get a better look at him the next time he came around. She was already waltzing into her father's room

Her father was an older man, he was completely grey from the top of his head to the tip of his beard and he had a grizzled sour look on his face. It lit up as his mostly naked daughter pranced in to place a kiss on his cheek. "My dad was a Marine so he's just like you, he did twenty five years in and retired as a Sergeant Major and served in Vietnam. If you let him tell you he stories we'll be here all day and all night."

"I can introduce myself sweet cakes. This young man and I, we need to sit down and talk. Now you run along for a minute." Jennifer did as she was told leaving us men to talk. "Now I know all about you Sean. I know what kinds of sick perverted things you think up and I don't want my daughter mixed up in anything too bad. So none of your snuff stories. She's good to go as your little whore. Though."

"Wow I like you already."

"You like most older men actually. Every parent you've met you've liked It's just the way you are." He said. He was wearing a simple robe but you tell he took care of himself. He wasn't chiseled in anyway but he was definitely in shape. "Course I am. Once a Marine always a Marine. Semper Fi!"

"Semper Fi!" There is something great about being around other military people. "So what did you do when you were in anyway?"

"Motor T." He shrugged. "Got to see my fair share of action anyway. Jennifer enjoys spankings. Gets he all wet by the way. I see you missed my name. Sorry I've been so rude. My name is Sergeant Major John Black." 

"Nice to meet you Sergeant Major. Corporal Sean Renaud here." We both smile and he goes and pours himself a shot of Jack Daniels He immediately downs the first shot and pours a second sitting down on the bed.

"Well Jennifer basically fucks anything that moves. I thought I was being a good father, keep her from getting any diseases by keeping her fucking me and her brother. You know just like I let them smoke pot in the house and they've been drinking in the house since they were fifteen. Keeps em from driving drunk and that's what I'm actually worried about, not her spending the night puking her goddamn brains out all over the floor." He smiled up at me. "I won't keep you from getting home though son. You reckon you could send over that Michelle Tanner chick? I think I want to get me some Asian poon. I ain't had none since I came back state side. If you need to ask me anything else I'd be more than happy to help you out."

"Michelle will be here in a minute. You know there is something that you might be able to do for me. See I'm still completely stumped when it comes to how to put together a good mind control story and I need at least one. Granted I wasted one when I did my Box of Chocolates story. I should have just written a story about Cupid shooting people with love arrows." I pause looking at the words I just typed. "Goddamnit, I wish I had thought o that a few weeks back. Anyway I was wondering if you could help me put together a sort of bootcamp story where the women are being trained to be sleeper agents."

"Sounds. . .interesting. Yeah I think I could help you out with that. Get some ideas for how the bootcamp works. It'll be sorta like that new show Dollhouse." John down his shot and immediately got up to pour another. 

"Just think about it. Any ideas that come to mind you let me know and we'll tear some shit up." As soon as I finished speaking Michelle Tanner stepped into the room. She's wearing a pair of black heels that match the trim of her tight Chinese styled dress. The low cut of its neckline flatters her breast. "This is the girl you wanted to meet." She curled her full rouged lips into a smile, walked over to John and wrapped her arms around him.

"Show me that big dick." She reached down and squeezed his crotch. "Me love you long time." Michelle teased faking a Chinese accent as best she could manage. 

"I'll leave you to your fun John. And Michele don't forget to get back to prison. I have plans for you." Michelle glanced at me over her shoulder smiling and nodded. "Now make him a very happy man."

Michelle pushed John down onto the bed. "Lose the pants hun." She commanded walking over to his liquor and taking a shot of Jack direct from the bottle. Bottle in hand she walked over John who had already taken his pants off. She poured about a shots worth down over his erection then bent at the waist slurping the liquid off his cock. I love that view. A woman with her legs spread just enough that you can see her tits between her spread legs. Her dress was riding up over her ass as she leaned. Deep throat was no problem for her either. She had his entire cock in her mouth and she wasn't struggling at all. That girl can suck cock. It only took her five minutes to get him to cum. "I yum yum your cum!" She teased licking her lips. "I'm gonna stay here for a while if you don't mind."

"Not at all. Have fun just make sure you're back where you're supposed to be when Nikki's story starts up, other than that I don't care where you hang out." I turned my attention back to Jennifer at that point.

Jenifer was back in her room by this point lying on her bed. She was forcing a dildo into her ass slowly. She was taking her time with it too. I couldn't quite make out what was being said but I could hear voices from her computer. There was somebody watching her and egging her on. If I wasn't mistaken at least one of them was jerking off. He definitely had that breathlessness that usually happens when you're trying to talk and masturbate. 

"Is this what you wanted to see honey. You want to see?" Jennifer scooted a bit close to her computer so the man watching her webcam couldn't see her face any more, he could only see her cunny lips glistening and an extreme close up of her lewdly stretched rectum. "You wanted to see my hungry asshole gobble down a dildo?" She popped the rubber phallus out for. "You want to see my gape?" She teased. Somewhere in the world a man came staring at Jennifer's insides which slowly closed up. "Oh you're back boss?" 

"Yeah I'm back. I see you have a webcam. Such a little voyeuristic slut. I think I'm gonna get a lot of stories out of you." Jennifer smiled. She brought the dildo up to her lips and ran her tongue around it several times. "You're getting me hard babe."

"That's my purpose isn't it? To make men hard and if you're lucky a couple ladies drenched between the thighs." She smiled.

"Yeah that is what you're there for and I think you're going to be very good at it." I respond. "Have you met up with the other girls yet?"




Muses Ch. 06



"Well Karen came by while you were with my dad. She wants to know if you're upset with her."

"I'm not upset with her. I'm just having some issues over all. I'm right on the edge of not being able to pay the rent at my office, which will put me out of work and I don't know what the hell I'm going to do about that." I sigh and glance at the clock. She did call for my birthday, but as Karen had predicted she couldn't make time to see a movie. Not that I really expected her to but still.

"Well go tell her she's feeling kinda upset." Jennifer explained.

"Do you know where she is?"

"She's just finished with Queen of Spades and she's getting ready for Police Bang. I think she's on abandoned street. We can find her easily enough. Jennifer opened her window then glanced at me before swan diving out the window. She plunged towards the grassy yard that surrounded her house and just before she would have splattered on the concrete she arched back and the rest of her body followed rocketing into the sky.

"You do know that won't normally work right?" It's always funny watching my characters abuse the system. When they are in a story they have to exist within that story and it's rules. Normal girls don't fly for example. She could fly if we were in a superhero story though she might be able to fly or shoot fireballs and when they weren't in a story, when we are just brainstorming the possibilities of stories, well then they can do anything that I can imagine. Usually they don't but it's well within their abilities.

"Yes I know that normally if I jump out a window. . .quit bluffing I'm fucking sexy and I'm helping you out with this Lit contest so a fireman will catch me." Jennifer crossed her hands behind her head and flew backwards. "Have you ever thought about that before? Girl gets saved by a fire fighter, there was no time for her to get dressed so it's just her in a tee shirt. Could be me. Set my house on fire and I'll be hot and bothered and I'll thank him by sucking on his fire hose until he puts my fire out." She looked amazing her with her hair fluttering. 

"Shouldn't you be looking for Karen, you know facing the earth?"

"No we'll find her as soon as you're ready. We're traveling because you want to talk about something so talk."

"I'm not going to talk about Kitten. There is really no point in talking about it. I know what I need to do, I need to let her go but it's not that simple. If it was I would have done it long ago. You know I was going to write a story about her being a hotel whore. It was basically just going to be an excuse to write her up in a lot of stories. You know it's a hotel. I'm sure all kinds of kinky shit happens there all the time." 

"That's actually not a bad idea. You know what I think is a good idea?" Jennifer asked.

"What?"

"Since you're still on the look out for a sci-fi story why don't you do some kind of minor disaster that gives some people super powers and then we can have sex flying." She grinned. "Sex with super powers has got to be amazing." She shuddered slightly at the thought. I want to be like quadruple jointed like that Ragdoll guy in Batman." She contorted around into a position no human could accomplish leaning back and twisting slightly so she was using her own ass as a pillow. "Don't lie Sean a girl with all three holes in a row like this turns you on." She bit down on her lower lip. "And with her flying boyfriend? You can't go wrong with that." The sky was darkening and in the distance I could see flashing police lights. 

"I'll get back to you on that Jennifer. Thanks for the ideas and for introducing me to your folks. I think I need a little time to sit and talk to Karen, you know just her and me. So you can go on home."

"Fine fine, I'll be practicing flying sex. I'll find someone who can fly around here someplace." No sooner had she spoken than a blue and red blur snatched her and continued on its path.

"That was. . .convenient. It's not going to be a celebrity story so he can't be in it! This is just practice!" I shout. 

On ground a black man with way too many gold chains ran in the direction of that Jennifer had been taken. "He can't satisfy you with his little worm, but I can bust you up with my super sperm, I'm gonna do it!"

"Dude, you can fly just get the fuck out of here." I say to the man who leaps into air and suddenly starts flying becoming little more than a blur himself.

I turn my attention to Karen or at least where I assume she is. I can't actually see much of her through the sea of flesh. "Wow, you can do that?" I've never actually seen a girl with five cocks inside her. It was like a car accident. I wanted to turn away but I couldn't she was riding a man like a cowgirl. Then a second man was pressed against her back with his cock pushed into her asshole. A third man was behind him crowding her asshole into a barely possible double anal. At the far end of her body two cocks were pressed together in her mouth pumping back and forth into her mouth. If that wasn't enough she had a cock in either hand. She was mostly dressed, at least as dressed as I let her be, she still had her stiletto heels on and her black skirt was just flipped up over her matching corset. I started to interrupt her but it was obvious she was having fun so I let her continue.

I can barely wrap my mind around how they got into that position, but what was really spooky was watching them gyrate. It was mostly Karen churning her hips but the guys were in on the action as well steadily fucking the mocha beauty and growling the most obscene things I've ever heard. It took about twenty minutes and a little bit of musical chairs but she managed to get the officers to cum, each one of them pulling out to spray her face.

"Think you can spare a moment to talk to me Karen?"

Karen looked up at me. Her face was completely covered in cum. Totally glazed, to the point that she had to reach up and wipe some away so she could open her eyes. The first time she opened her mouth all the cum on her lips slipped between them and she swallowed it. "Sure, but it's time for you to get home. It's almost an hour after and you need to work too."

"You'll be waiting?"

"With bells on." 



Muses Ch. 07



Karen was amazing. I love looking at her when she's been freshly fucked. She glows, even coated in a layer of cum that threatened to glue her eyes shut if she didn't keep wiping it aside she's a beautiful woman. "Hey guys, clear out, I'm glad you guys had a good dress rehearsal but I need to talk to her." The policemen all nodded and piled into their separate cars and drove away. "Karen, I'm sorry I'm not mad at you."

"You sure could have fooled me. You hardly talk to me, all of my spots have been going to Nikki and Kelly and when you do write me I'm being abused by my family!" She spat turning away from me. "It's not my fault she doesn't love you. It's not."

"I know it's not your fault. I just. . ." I sighed and looked around searching for the right word.

"What happened is exactly what I told you not to let happen. You got your hopes up that despite everything that she's done that she was going to show up for your birthday. You thought she'd come down and watch Friday the 13th with you and she didn't. She's not going to make time, you're pissed and since I remind you oh so much of her you took it out on me." Karen said. 

She was right of course. She's always right about those kinds of things. "You used to treat me like you loved me and when you wanted to torture me I let you because I love you Sean. I love you so very much and I always will but you need to give me something. Give me a silver lining, give me a story with a happy ending. I want someone to hold me." She looked over her shoulder at me. "Why don't you finally write a story about us. I want you to hold me and just me. Not her. I was her when you first made me, but I'm not her anymore." It was true, even if her life still mirrored the real woman she was based on in a lot of ways they were different people now. "I know you still need romance stories, why not write a romance story where you interrupt my wedding? Or you could do it as a sci-fi story where you use a time machine to go back in time and correct your mistakes and when you get it right you get me."

"A time machine?" Suddenly a silver Delorean appears from no place with flames behind it. A elderly white man started to leap out but before he could say anything a bolt of lighting struck the car and it vanished with him.

"No not that one. I was thinking more of a Star Gate but it would be able to travel through time. You're good at thinking up those nerdy ideas about shit so make something really complicated that will get people's full attention and make them not understand what you said so they can't call bullshit on it. You know make something up." Karen stood up and walked over to a police car. "Do you mind if I clean up?" The cum was starting to dry and flake off her face when she spoke or moved. "And if you're not going to work on my Police Bang right now can we go someplace. Not that I don't trust you but being out in the dark, just not a great idea with you."

"Fair enough." Karen reached into the car and pulled out one of the police uniforms and wiped herself of. As she pulled her head back out of the van she noticed a light moaning.

"What's that?" She asked. Instinctively she reached back into the car where the officers had left their weapons and pulled them out quickly wrapping two belts around her waist giving her two sets of pistols and seemingly infinite ammunition. There was also shotgun. "I know this won't work but I'll start with the easiest answer since I don't think you're in a helping mood." She turned the key to the car and to her surprise it rumbled to life. "Thank you!" She shouted and climbed into the car. "Can you at least tell me what you're test running right now?"

"Nope, you just get to entertain me. If you don't mind though you can help me brainstorm out my future stories while we're at it. I'm not really sure what to do with you after you finish this Police Bang." Karen starts speeding down the otherwise abandoned road. Just by luck she went the same direction that the police men had gone when they left the scene. 

"Fuck." There was a flaming car in the center of the road and scattered around it were the bodies of the policemen. It was obvious from how badly mangled their corpses were that they'd been in the car when it had been hit and they'd been inside it when it caught fire. Karen slowed the car to a crawl weaving between them. That was a mistake.

"Karen!" Janet screeched and leapt in front of the car. Like the police men it was obvious that she had been in the car, the left half of her body was charred from the fire. "Help me." Karen barely hesitated lifting one of the pistols and aiming it square at her mother's skull and attempted to pull the trigger. Fortunately, or seemingly fortunately, for Janet Karen hadn't figured out the safety and nothing happened when she squeezed the trigger.

From some place in the darkness a pink tentacle shot out and wrapped itself around Janet's throat yanking Janet screaming into the darkness. "What the fuck was that?!" Karen screamed. She could hear Janet howling in the darkness. A moment later Janet's bloody arm slammed down on the hood of the car. "Fuck that." Karen shrieked flooring the accelerator. For a moment the tires just spun in place spitting up a cloud of smoke before they got traction and the vehicle lurched into motion. As soon as it did her mother's head came flying from the darkness shattering the windshield before landing in the passenger's seat next to Karen. She looked down just long enough not to see where she was going and run the car straight into a road sign. 

The impact activated the airbags turning what should have been a fatal collision into a painful experience. Karen flailed around for a few moments before she was able to open the car door and fall onto the dirt. There was a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth and another from her forehead. She didn't know where she was for a moment staring around dumbly. "Karen! Help me!" Janet's dead talking head dragged her back into herself long enough to reach for the shotgun and take off at a trot. She wasn't really sure where she was headed but she knew she couldn't stay there. "Sean quit being an ass. I'm sorry she didn't catch a movie with you, I really am. That doesn't mean I want to die horribly right now!" 

"You know if I were you I'd be a lot more focused on making sure that you don't let whatever caught Janet get you." I reply coldly. Yeah I know I'm being petty but she's also imaginary. If you're not allowed to take out your frustrations on imaginary people then who are you allowed to take it out on?

The same pink tentacle that had taken Janet shot out and wrapped itself around Karen wrapping around her middle and pulling her in. She nearly fainted when she saw what attacked her. The tentacle was actually one of probably a dozen barbed tongues, each one ending with four teeth that could bite down on its prey. The tongues were coming out of gigantic mouth filled with razor sharp teeth dripping green saliva. Above the mouth there was a face, a human face sat over that creature's mouth. "Come one Karen. Don't fight it." It called out in a soothing tone.

"You are one twisted fuck you know that?" She narrowly dodged the creature's claws. If it had caught her it would easily have snapped her two. Karen checked the safety pumped a round into her shot gun and fired into the creature's mouth. When it screamed the remaining glass shattered and Karen fell to her knees covering her ears. Just in time she snatched the shotgun back up loading another round and firing into the mouth. The second shot severed the tongue holding her and she managed to start running. "You know I don't want you playing that Cthlulu game anymore if this is what's going to start happening to me when you do!"

"Oh do shut up. Be happy he's not raping you!" She fired eight more shots before the shotgun clicked empty. It was enough though, she'd blown a hole straight through her attacker. 

"Okay now that happy play time is finished care to tell me what you were brain storming Sean?" She looked over at her attacker making sure that it was dead before starting to walk away. 

"I'm still working out my horror ideas remember?" I was partially lying. Really I'm a bit of a geek and there is something very exciting about hentai l and girls getting ravaged by tentacle monsters. She wasn't supposed to kill it but she did and I had to deal with that fact. The next one needed to be stronger.

"You know the horror doesn't have to be the sex itself. I mean if you did a story, you know like a Friday the 13th kind of story with some big ass monster, with this guy right here. The horror part is surviving him. Getting to wherever it is that's safe and then you know that near death experiences make women all horny. So we fuck like jack rabbits. Or that's how I thank the man who saves me or maybe that's how the man I save thanks me." The sun was rising in the distance, the first few rays of orange clawing its way over the horizon. The dull sound of waves announced that she was near the beach.

As promised it only took her another few more minutes of walking before she was standing on black sand beach with golden specks through out it. The water itself was crystal clear so she could see a pair of dolphins cavorting just beneath the surface and farther out an entire swarm of sea turtles lazily roamed. "I like this place." She pulled her skirt down and off revealing a red sarong and unlaced her corset pulling it off and beneath it she was wearing a black one piece swimsuit. There was already a beach towel laid out with a parasol jammed into the sand over it. "So why haven't you told a story of sex on the beach anyway?"

"Cus I tried it once." I said. Karen glanced at me. "Yeah I know this is fantasy, in my story you don't have to get sand up in your cunt which hurts." Karen was already wading into the water until it was up to her waist then dove in swimming towards the dolphins. "Besides I'm not really . . .hey wait that's a good idea!" Karen couldn't really talk at the moment and I don't know if she was interested in my idea or merely being polite. I don't really care either. "See I've still been kinda stumped as to what I can do for an Earth Day contest, you know it's coming up in less than a month now. What if I did a story straight out of Greek Mythology. I could go horror and have the sirens call a whaling ship or an oil ship to it's doom. Or I could have a bunch of environmentalists come upon a mermaid!"

"Like me?" A redheaded mermaid asked as she swam up to Karen and kissed her. Her smallish breasts were hidden behind purple clam shells. 

"No not you. See I didn't know about it before but Literotica has this ridiculous rule where us authors can't age a character that wasn't of age. So since Disney was quite clear that you and Jasmine are only sixteen neither of you are able to appear. And don't tell me about how you saw a story cus I saw a few too but we aren't breaking that rule. We break enough rules as it is without crossing that line. So it can't be you, but since you're the youngest of seven daughters it can be assumed that one of your sisters is of age." 

The redheaded mermaid swam off only to be replaced a moment later by six busty mermaids. "That'll do." Karen was playing the dolphins and not really paying attention to the mermaids I was inspecting. It's just as well, I don't really need her input on hot topless fish girls. "Well let's do a roll call I need to know who you are and what you bring so I can choose which of you will be in the story if any. So what are your names?" The mermaids looked from one to another in obvious confusion. "Fuck. You don't know your names do you?" They shook their heads. 

"We didn't get a lot of screen time." A blonde with her hair done in a French bun explained. "In fact we basically show up to sing that song the daughters of Triton. I think one of us is named Alexis and here is probably an Aretha. All the names start with the letter 'A' which is why we aren't just making names up."

"Well unless I go Youtube up an obnoxious song to identify you that makes you all basically worthless. Get the fuck out before the kraken shows up for some hentai." The girls took my threat seriously and swam away into the ocean. "Well guess that means we have to work with what we've got running around. "Hey Karen you wanna play a mermaid?"

"It's my turn actually!" Nikki called out swimming up from the depths. "How's this work for you?" She wasn't quite a mermaid, for starters she had legs. Her feet were larger and webbed as were her hands. Nikki's skin was a light blue that perfectly complimented her deep purple hair. The only reason I could even recognize her was her eyes. "So do you like my new look?" She spun around slowly making sure I got a good look at her ass which had survived the transformation a little better than her breasts which were almost nonexistent. "Hey I like my tits!" Nikki shouted noticing. 

"Hydrodynamics are a bitch. A species that was evolved for aquatic living would be unlikely to have meat sacks hanging from its chest." She was still pretty hot, the new skin color and other mutations just made her exotic, like the alien chick in Star Trek, Star Wars or Andromeda. "So what's the game plan?"

"I'm thinking that I'm some kind of siren. See a bunch of whalers will be here." As she spoke an enormous blue whale swam up from beneath them cresting and the slowly circling. Immediately after that a small motor boat buzzed in five men riding it. Only on of them really stood out to me, a dark skinned bald man. He was ripped and in one hand held a harpoon gun. The man had a savage glee in his eye as he approached his quarry. This was a man who loved his work. "Wow. He's fucking sexy what's his name?"

"Call me Ishmael." He snarled. 

"Do we have to work out all of the details right now?" Nikki asked swimming up to the side of the tiny boat for a closer look at Ishmael and the sweat running down his chest.

"Yes we do. If you get your hands on him you'll never get back to explaining the plan so you tell me the plan and you tell me the plan right now madam." I was instant on getting this story onto paper. . .screen. . in words you know what I mean. 

"Well basically I defend the oceans of the world by luring him to his death. We could also do a nicer story where I save him after he falls overboard show him the error of his ways and he returns to the world a better man with a better understanding of the world. How do you like those ideas?" Nikki was rocking the boat trying to get her quarry to fall over board. 

"That's. . .one of the best ideas I've ever had. That might actually have a chance of winning if I get on it right the fuck now and give it some serious editing!" Nikki glanced at me strumming her fingers along the edge of the boat. 

Ishmael was getting bored. I could tell because he'd taken his pants off and was dangling his cock over Nikki. "See guys you want to catch a fish you have to take your worm out and dangle it around a bit." 

"Goddamnit stop teasing her! I still need her thinking straight enough to explain the rest of her plan to me. I don't know what it is and I need details. This has to be. . ." Her eyes were moving back and forth just enough to keep his cock in sight while as he teased her. "Just do it already Nikki. The sooner you fuck him the sooner I'll get you to focus just a tad." 

She did not need to be told twice. Nikki pulled herself up out of the water and onto the boat easily and wrapped her lips around his sack sucking while she stroked him of with her free and. As soon as she was satisfied with that she gripped his hips and pulled his cock into her throat in a single movement. Her head was a blur moving over his cock as fast as she could manage.

"Holy shit!" Ishmael gasped steadying himself with her shoulders. It didn't quite work though and the two of them fell overboard. You'd think that would have caused some kind of break I the action but it didn't. Nikki kept sucking Ishmael's cock as they plunged into the water. It wasn't hard for her to keep him from drowning, he could easily tread water and suck cock at the same time and apparently she didn't have a problem breathing with a mouthful of cock. He managed to grab onto the boat keeping just in case though as she continued to suck his cock. "I'm gonna."

"Not yet you aren't." Nikki chided pulling her mouth away and squeezing down on his cock holding back his orgasm until it faded. "Chicks come first buddy." Nikki wrapped her legs around his middle and guided his girth into her tight slick hole and ground her hips into him. Sex in the water definitely interesting, the water splashing around every time she came down, her breasts floating near the surface, the fact that was clutching the boat for dear life frightened he might drown at any moment and at the same time holding back his orgasm which threatened to claim him at any moment. "Don't worry handsome, you don't have to last much loner. I'm almost there." Nikki gasped. "Almost there, right there. Right there! She screamed arching her back as she came. He's good." She said kissing Ishmael on the cheek. I wasn't sure until just now if I was a friendly mermaid here to teach him a better way or a siren here to drown him but I'm definitely friendly. He just needs to get himself a prison uniform!" She helped him back onto the boat and then started lazily swimming around the whale.

"You know something that fills me with awe? That people killed these things with spears. I'm amazed that anything shy of a submarine has enough punch to really hurt something this big, but a spear? It's fucking amazing. I mean mind boggling when you think about it. This thing is born weighing more than you do!" I rambled as I examined the creature I'd made. "It's the biggest creature ever. Bigger than any dinosaur, bigger than any squid. It's just monstrous."

"Yup yup yup it is big." Nikki was swimming away from it though diving into the depths of the ocean to explore for a bit. The first thing she stumbled over was a shimmering shoal of bright silver fish changing direction nearly at random then she came over a small ridge and found massive coral reef.

It's difficult to describe a coral reef in words, it's simply too much to describe. The red orange and yellow stony spires reaching upward toward the sun defy explanation. Fish of every color any man ever dreamt of dart between the out crops avoiding their predators or hunting their prey. Anemones lay in place waving their poisonous arms hoping for a free meal and orange and white striped clown fish hide inside safe from harm. Sea turtles swim over the top careful to avoid the tiger sharks prowling for flesh and monstrous eels as long as a boat slither through the ocean. Everything I've mentioned just explodes in a coral reef and that is only the beginning of what exists. I was far over confident when I said earlier that it is difficult to describe a coral reef. It's simply impossible. Either you know what one is or no amount of clumsy verbiage will make you understand.

"What's the problem Sean?"

"Thinking about you." Instantly the fantasy was over. Nikki was human again, a sad frail human wearing an orange jumpsuit. Right then the top was unzipped and the arms tied around her waist. She was wearing a plain white shirt and sandals. "Sorry. It's just that you. . .she is starting to go through a really bad stretch again."

"How bad? What happened?"

"Her boyfriend stopped visiting and that was really the last physical person who as visiting her. He was her hope. Now whenever she writes you can tell she's thinking about it." I said. Her cell was a little more detailed than usual, there were cracks in the concrete wall and a quarter circle etched into the floor from where the metal door was dragged across the concrete. "She tells me almost every letter that she I nearly didn't get that letter."




Muses Ch. 07



"She's trying to get your attention." Nikki said standing up and walking to her combination sink and toilet turning one of the knobs and testingly putting her hand beneath

. 

"No, she's not. I can tell when she wants attention. This. . .it's not the first time she's been on suicide watch."

"I fucking hate this thing." She hissed pulling her hand back. "Hot and cold my ass. Somebody just chooses if they are going to freeze or burn you, these knobs don't do shit!" She slapped the entire contraction. The toilet flushed and the water from the faucet turned cloudy, then stopped all together. "So what's the real part of the problem you're having?" 

"I almost told her to go ahead." I paused as the horror settled over her face. " mean if she's really in that much pain, if she really believes she has nothing left then what's the point?" I've never had anybody look at me the way that Nikki was glaring at me right then. I thought she was going to try to reach through the screen and kill me. "Really, best case scenario is she gets ten years, serves I think eight for good behavior maybe gets out a few months earlier than that on a work release. Her kids will hardly recognize her by that point. Realistically she'll probably get twenty, her youngest son, the infant, will be sharing his birthday beer with a mother he might never have seen before. Worst case she could get upwards of forty. Even for a young person forty may as well be a life sentence. She really would be better off dead."

"You don't believe that. How could you even think that about me!" She shrieked driving her fist into one of the walls then screaming again as blood ran from her busted knuckles.

"Calm down."

"Calm down? Fuck you! You just thought, even for a second that I would be better off dead! Fuck you!" She screamed cradling her hurt arm.

"What's the point of going on for her, to get letters from me once or twice a week? She's won't survive prison. Even if she does she'll be a sixty five year old felon who's last job was part time at Walgreens!" I look over at the stacks of letters from he, close to one hundred, at least well into the eighties over the last year.

"You don't know that! Even if it is do you think she's guilty? Do you think I'm guilty?" She paused and looked at me throwing open her jail cell door and walking into what had once been her home. A young boy was absorbed completely by his Nintendo Wii. I only got a glimpse of him, enough to know that he got his mother's light complexion. A girl, a few years older was pretending to read a book. She wasn't actually reading, she'd memorized Hop on Pop and Are You my Mother so she was just reciting the story out loud and turning the page when her finger reached the end of the page. It was a neat trick, one that impressed the neighbors but it was a trick nonetheless. Considering I knew what she was doing I didn't get even as clear a look at the girl than I did the boy.

That was because we weren't here about them. We were here because of an infant lying in his crib. There was a bright red mark on the left side of his head. It could have been a rash, or a bruise. The rest of his flesh was pale. If he was breathing I couldn't tell. He was so small. I'm told all twins are small but he was tiny even by that standard. Premature birth didn't help with that at all. 

"Go on say it. You think I did it!" Nikki screamed standing over the child.

"You did do it. Now why you admitted it is beyond me." It was a fact that she'd done it. It was undeniable.

"Say it. I'm a murderer." Her eyes were red with tears as she looked at them. "Make sure you include it in my stories. "Make sure they know that I deserve worse than what Officer Garcia does to me. Make sure they understand that I'm a monster, a murderer. That they should have shot me for what I did!"

"No."

"Why not?"

"It's not true. You're not a murderer, you're not a monster. You're a human and you fucked up. We all did."

Nikki took one last look into the crib then walked back into her cell without so much as glancing at her other children and slammed the door shut behind her. "Stop it. We didn't fuck up. I did with my hands. With my hand." Her right hand was coated in blood. She looked at it in horror. "I did it. I'm the murderer."

"No you're not. You were under incredible stress and you snapped. If I thought for one single second that you meant to do it I'd never write to you or about you and you'd only show up when I needed something to kill. You'd be Kenny." I took a deep breath again glancing to her letters, the newest sitting on top. "If I thought you had a mental illness, like that woman who dr(deleted) who God spoke to I'd want you behind bars for your own good. For some one who snapped in a way that normally wouldn't have the results that have happened I don't know what punishment I'd give. I'd probably take your children away, I'd probably even put you in jail for a few years. All of that doesn't make you a murderer. Murder is on purpose."

Nikki turned the water her sink on and started washing the blood from her hand. She was trying at any rate it just wouldn't wash away. "It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does. It makes a huge difference." She was still trying to scrub the blood away and it still wasn't working. She was hurting herself, peeling off hunks of skin. Of course from the outside looking in it was obvious that the blood on her hands was her own she didn't know. "Stop it Nikki. Let me deal with the blood. Just sit down."

"No! It's my fault!"

"Yes it is. It is your fault. You should have asked for help! You should have asked me!"

"I did! I've been your friend for thirteen years. For half of my life I've known you. I've hunted you down when you ran, when you joined the Marine Corps who found your address by tracking down a friend who could track down a friend who could get in touch with your family?" Nikki screamed.

"You." It was a rhetorical question anyway.

"Who found you when you went to war for nine months?" She stopped trying to wash the blood from her hand and sat back down on her bunk content to stare at it.

"You."

"In that time how many times did I tell you that we should meet one day? Barely ever, we joked about it but it was the same way you say it to guys you just met. If you happen to drive by my house tell me so I can buy you a drink. Twelve years of that and one Monday I tell you I'll be by on Friday and you don't fucking figure out?" She lowered her head. "What did I need to do, ask you for help? Make a billboard? Beg on my hands and knees?"

"Stop it."

"No. I want to know what I needed to do so you would get that I needed help. If after all that time I never once tried to come down what did you think it was about? That I really wanted your cock?" She flipped her shirt up over his head. "Do I look like the kind of woman who needs to fly to California to get laid?"

"No."

"So why the fuck after twelve years of internet friendship did I suddenly decide that I was going to fly down to California for a weekend of sex including a three way with your ex?"

"You didn't actually fuck me, in fact I didn't even get the hug I made you promise me."

"Shut the fuck up Sean. I was there because I trust you. Because when my life was falling apart there was nobody else that I trusted to fix me. To get me through it and you failed." She buried her face in her hands for a moment trying to block her tears. Instead she just left a read smear on the left side of her face. "I came to you for help and you didn't help me."

"I didn't know and you didn't ask. Maybe I should have read the signs. But you know what? Your dad lived in the same house as you and he didn't read the signs. Stephen was your fiancée, and they were his children and he didn't read the signs. Karen. . .Kitten was talking to you nearly everyday and she knew you had PPD and she didn't see the signs. Child Protective Services makes a living by reading the signs and preventing tragedies and they didn't read the fucking signs!" 

The left side of Nikki's face was red with blood when she looked up. "None of them were my bff. None of them spent all day on the internet with me! None of them were you! You were supposed to be different!" She shrieked leaping to her feet.

"I know." What else am I supposed to tell her? Am I supposed to tell her that I shouldn't be the one she turns to? That when times get tough she should talk to someone else? The fact is that she's right. That I fucked up and if I'd done what I was supposed to do, if I'd said the right things or acted right her son would still be alive and she wouldn't be in jail.

"Just go home. Go home put my letter in the mail box and drink enough for both of us. I don't want to talk to you right now." She turned her back and lay down. 

"Nikki." She curled into a ball and went silent. It was obvious that she wasn't going to say anything more to me right then so I shut down my laptop.



Muses Ch. 08



It was two in the morning when I finally got home. Work had gone a little bit over, then I'd gone to a friend's house for several hours of Dungeons and Dragons and Magic before I'd finally stumbled home. I wanted to sleep but apparently the girls had other plans and I found myself compelled to turn on my computer.

Karen was the one who greeted me when I turned it on. She was wearing a black one piece swimsuit with a golden belly chain, anklet and bracelets. Her black platform heels had straps laced all the way up the backs of her calves nearly to her knees and she was dancing pool side. It's not fair to call what she was doing dancing, she was more shaking her hips and bouncing her shapely ass. 

Then I noticed that she wasn't alone. The honey hued honey had an audience. There were men in the pool all resting their arms on the edge of the pool and staring at her. It was probably a dozen of them, maybe more. They might have been nude it was impossible for me to tell from the angle that I had. "You here hun? This is what I want to do next." Karen said continuing to dance. "I want another gangbang and not one that I'm forced to do." She said turning slowly. The swimsuit was tight enough that the outline of her slit was easy to see. "I want cock because I like the way it feels." She reached and took the shoulder of her swimsuit and lowered it down part of the way slipping her arm free.

"Is that all you wanted me for Karen? It's late." It was in fact going on two thirty. "I'd like to get a little sleep tonight."

"You know you aren't going to sleep until your drunk. You're a goddamn alcoholic, just like my father. You don't go to sleep, you pass out. So you can sit here with me." She lowered the other side of her suit slipping her arm free again. It was only the elastic material and her tits keeping the outfit on her at this point. "You can sit here with me and love me or you can go lie in your bed and stare at the ceiling."

"Fuck you I'm going to pour myself a drink." I did but she was right. I wasn't going to lay in the bed and stare at the ceiling. "So what are we working with."

"You work too much on story sometimes. Did you noticed that your little masturbation stories went well? I mean high votes? Just keep it simple stupid" She slipped the suit down beneath her breasts then cupped them squeezing them. "So here is what I want." She bent at the hips thrusting that fantastic ass skyward and picked up a bottle of baby oil before turning back around and oiling her breasts. "Lit rules won't allow a sweet sixteen party, and besides you didn't know me when I was sixteen anyway. I was seventeen going on eighteen when we met. You know what we should have done for my birthday? We should have had a gangbang. I was the youngest person in the group, everybody else was legal already and you know I wanted to fuck your friends." She smiled pulling the suit even lower so she could oil her belly. 

I'd never seen her wear a belly ring before, just a simple golden bangle with a bright blue stone hanging on the end. "I like that belly ring." I commented as she removed the rest of the swimsuit. She'd trimmed up for me, a neat landing strip that betrayed her real hair color wasn't the maroon of her head hair but rather was a dark brown. 

"Thank you." She glanced down. "Since when does the carpet not match?"

"It makes you a little more realistic."

"I don't want to be real." Karen replied walking over to the edge of the pool. "I want to be perfect." She smiled and walked over to the pool's edge. "Do you guys like me like this?" She asked strutting the length of the pool. The universal response was that they did love her just the way she was. "So how bout it Sean? You think you can just write me a Birthday Gangbang." 

Enrique pulled himself out of the pool, he was wearing black swim trunks which was a mild surprise. The wet fabric clung to his already hard cock making a perfect outline of his organ. I hadn't seen him since Karen's Pool party a few years back, apparently he'd spent some of that time getting into better shape. His chest was shaved smooth and his arms and chest had the definition of a man who spends some time in the gym. "Hi boss." He said glancing towards me then walking towards a cooler. "Does anybody else want a beer?"

"Double beer me, Sean's going to take his time figuring this out but if I walk off set he's not going to remember me and I'll end up lost again." Mark called. The six three blue blonde had grown his hair out. It was nearly down to his shoulders now soaked and slicked back. He'd been with Karen in a story called Road to Wrestlemania. Enrique tossed him one beer then the next.

"No body else wants anything?" Enrique asked opening his own beer.

Eric sat down on the steps of the pool. He already had a drink in hand, I'm not sure where he got it from, but it was golden so knowing hit was probably rum and coke. "I'm good. So are we going to get this thing going any time soon?" He took a swallow of his drink and looked up at me. "Is this going to get rough?"

The last time appeared in a story it was called Karen and Eric and he nearly raped her. Of course she wanted him more than anything in the world so it wasn't so much rape as rough. "I mean seriously man you owe me, it's not cool that you were nibbling on my ear at our friend's wedding. I know you were getting bored but seriously I get a piece of that ass." He said smiling at Karen.

"Wait wait wait. I haven't sanctioned this shit yet! I already have a group."

"And you need three for the first cap." Eric growled getting out of the water. He hadn't shaved, actually he hated to shave and now after what would have been over a month of not shaving for me but was probably just two or three days for him he looked like some kind of wolf man. He wasn't wearing any trunks, he did more grooming down below than on his face. "And I think there are lots of guys out there who want to see our birthday girl. The rest of the men got out of the pool and walked up to Karen who sank to her knees. 

Enrique finished his beer in a single fantastic chug then pulled a can of whipped cream out of the cooler. "Guys, wait, we need a plot! Nobody is going to read this storieless smut!" Enrique dropped his trunks adding his tree to the forest she was lost in. They were shoulder to shoulder around the kneeling birthday girl who could only look up hungrily at the cocks. "Guys!"

"Oh shut it, how long as it been since half of us have had any fun?" Enrique shouted. She shook the can of whipped cream up and hastily sprayed a bit on to the tip of all six cocks surrounding her. "Now come on guys it's her birthday." One by one they looked to the man to their right until they were all on the same page. As soon as that happened they broke into song.

Happy Birthday to you. 

Happy Birthday to you.

Happy Birthday dear Karen

Happy Birthday to you

And many more on channel four

Some anal too on channel two

And all the rest on CBS!

"And now that you're done with that Karen it's time for you to blow out your candles. We couldn't get eighteen-" I know Eric was going to say something clever. It was going to be something clever about how she could blow with all three holes. He didn't get to say it though, for starters nothing clever materialized on the page and to keep me from having to figure it out Karen took him by the hips and swallowed him to the root in a single try. She got whip cream all over her face but she managed it. She went from one cock to the next rapidly bobbing from one to the next while the rest hooted and hollered their approval.

"You guys really aren't going to stop until she's glazed like a donut are you?" The closest thing to an answer any of them gave was Eric took a fistful of her hair and pushed Karen down on his cock as far as she could get. Her nose was mashed against his and he held her there grinning as she started sputtering. Spittle frothed out around her mouth and down around his balls. It was clear she couldn't breath but she wasn't afraid, she was excited. 

"Share her a bit man." Enrique said tapping Eric. There was a slight moment where things looked tense but Eric let her up and she kept moving from one cock to the next. Her cheeks were smeared with a combination of spit and whip cream, already her hair was sticking to her cheeks. That must have gone on four a solid five minutes before the guys got bored with just her mouth. 

As usual Eric was the ring leader and again as usual he was an ass man. Which lead to the kind of circus sex that rarely happens even in the Kama Sutra. Eric took her by the hips lifting her and twisting her so her back was facing the ground, this whole time she keeps Enrique's cock in her mouth mind you and he slid into her ass. She was spewing every filthy thing she could imagine but I could only make out two words clearly. "More cock." I didn't recognize who straddled her midsection and wrapped her tits around his cock but that was how they supplied her with more cock.

"Hurry it up guys I still need to run ideas past her for stories. I need to get cracking again and you all aren't helping!" I grumbled. 

"Fine fine, but she has to have her birthday shots and her cake." Eric said turning to the others with a grin. "You read baby?" Karen nodded her head as best she could with a Enrique half way down her throat. "Then get in position." Eric practically dropped her but if she minded she didn't show it. There was a huge grin on Karen's face as she lowered her face to the concrete floor and pushed her ass up as high as she could manage. "We didn't make a cake so I guess pie will have to do!" Eric laughed as he pushed his cock back into her ass occasionally pulling out so everyone could get a look at her gape before pushing back into her. The rest of the guys simply stood around watching before he came on the crack of her ass. The rest of the guys all cheered as it oozed into her open anus. One by one the guys took their turns fucking Karen's ass and cumming inside her until the last one had finished. 

"Well that's it for her birthday pie. But where are we going to get shots from?" Enrique asked in the cheesiest voice he could muster?

"I know!" Eric answered pouring the rest of his drink out and then lowering the glass to his waist and pissing in it. "Come on everybody. Karen needs to know you all care about her." The guys each added a some piss until the glass was about halfway full. "I dunno, something is still missing here."

"Cum." Karen growled. 

"You're absolutely right." Eric said putting the glass on the ground. Karen's eyes locked with his and she squatted over the glass pushing six loads of cum into the piss filled glass. The cum sank about halfway down into the glass floating there in small ropes that clung together. Karen took the glass and raised it to the sky looking at the vile fluid for a moment. It looked a little like an obscene lava lamp, little white globes floating in golden liquid. Then she drank it. It took her two goes to get it all down but she drank her entire birthday shot. 

"Ok. Now you guys are all done right."

"Yeah we're done. I'm gonna go play some Left 4 Dead. Whose house is this anyway?" Eric asked grabbing a beer from the cooler and looking in through the patio door.

"I don't really know. Does it matter?"

"Not really. I was just hoping it was Ron's place. His sister, Brie, is hot as fuck and I've been tryin to tap that ass since she turned legal you know?" Eric replied.

"That's creepy, I mean you've known her since she was like three years old! You remember carrying her around at Disneyland in middle school!" I shouted and Brie walked into the kitchen wearing a blue button up shirt. Only the lowest button was done leaving the guys to wonder if she was wearing anything beneath it. Brie had the pale complexion of her Irish grandfather complete with a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose and tops of her cheeks. Her hair was naturally red and curly perfectly framing her face. Brie had always had a pretty face, cherubic even with a bit of baby fat that had never left her cheeks. Her bright green eyes were so innocent, she really didn't know the effect she was having when she opened the fridge and bent at the waist to grab an apple. The shirt rose just an inch, enough to answer the question about her panties. She was wearing Strawberry Shortcake underoos with red trim. 

"But she's changed over the last fifteen years. I can't believe we've been friends that long!" I commented still looking at Brie. If she was aware that she was being watched she didn't react to six nude men standing against the glass window watch her bite into her apple. She really had changed from a young girl into a young woman. She had a pert little ass wrapped into those cartoon panties and a perky pair of pears partially hidden behind her shirt but she still looked completely innocent. Brie got herself a glass of water and then walked over to her television turning it on and her 360 along with it. It took her a couple of minutes of twisting and turning on the floor but she got comfortable lying on her stomach. Her knees were pretty far apart letting the guys get a good look at her nethers. The tops of her toes were touching and she was raised up on her elbows. "That does not look like the girl you used to carry around Disneyland." Karen whispered.

"No shit?" I muttered watching her. Even Karen had come to the glass to get a peak at the new beauty.

"You know it's about time she showed. You've been perving over her for years." Karen said opening the door. "Hey Brie."

"Karen! Hi!" She turned and wrapped her arms around her nude friend in a tight tit crushing hug. "You want me to grab you a blanket?"

"No I'm fine." Karen replied laying down beside Brie and picking up the other controller. "So how are you?"

"Uh Karen, can we please work for just a few minutes here? Just five. Just five minutes. I really need some new ideas as to what I should write."

"Go fix your score card. I'll be thinking up an idea for you and when you get back I'll have some." I wasn't going to argue with her so I did what she said. "So what goals are we setting for March?"

"Well we need to get at minimum four new categories filled, we can cap a few more of them if you want but I want to get up to twenty categories filled and I want to be in the Earth Day contest. I know we've been talking a lot about it but nothing is really shaking loose. We've got several promising ideas though." I explained glancing at my newly updated scorecard. "So do you have any ideas for any new stories?"

"I didn't until I saw this cutie here." Karen said quickly pecking a kiss on Brie's cheek. "Now I think it's about time that you started posting some new stories, a couple first time stories, you gotta take her virginity. Be nice about it, you don't want it to accidently end up as one of those noncom stories. You want a first time story, or an incest story or a group story."

"Well I have a first time story. Nikki gave some punk kid a hand job to some kid so he would act right when she was babysitting him. "But I like the idea of doing something with Brie here. She's definitely a cutie." She wasn't really paying attention to me, she couldn't spare the concentration from the screen where literally hundreds of zombies were swarming her location and she was meeting them head on, one after another with shotgun blasts to the head. Karen was doing the same but she was favoring the an M16 and she wasn't mostly aiming for the knees slowing tide of zombies up. 

"Smoker." Brie said into a headset. One of her one screen partners turned and fired a shot and a puff of smoke appeared o screen. "Boomer." The other ran forward but stroking a fat zombie then stepping back so Brie could fire blowing the creature up.

"Well first I think it's time to really buckle down and focus on the Earth Day contest. That's the immediate problem and that's what we should focus on. I think you were really on to something with the mermaid and that is worth taking an honest shot at writing. I also thing you should go make up with Nikki."

"You heard about that?" 

"Yeah I heard about that and I know you love her. I know you didn't mean it when you said maybe she'd be better off dead." 

"I did mean it Karen. That's just it. You don't read her letters every week. She's in constant pain, she barely sleeps. She wakes up in the middle of the night crying because she remembers how he looked. Her ex has custody of her children who are so young they won't even remember her when she gets out. Her life is just pain, and I feel like I'm selfish for wanting her alive. I do want her alive, I want her alive so when this is all over I can hold her and tell her that I love her. I want to be there for her when she gets out and I want to help her through this. If I can I want to make a trip up to visit her once a year. Thing is I want all of these things because I love her, because I want her because I'm a selfish brat and I never think of anybody but myself. Ever."

"You think of me and you want me to be happy in my marriage even though it's not to you."

"Yeah I do, you have an amazing smile and whatever it takes to get that smile is worth it. That's what makes it so frustrating that whenever I talk to her she doesn't seem to be happy or smiling. She seems almost eager to escape her life." 

"Yeah." Karen muttered. "Look one problem at a time. You need to worry about you right now. Push Kitten from your mind, whatever you need from her take it from me. She'll be ok, she's certainly not getting any worse. Nikki is getting worse, every single day she gets a little worse and you're the reason." Karen paused to give me enough time to let the words sink in. "She said that in her last letter. She told you that you were the reason."

Karen put the controller down and walked back through the nude men still ogling the unaware barely legal gamer girl. "Don't mess her up, she's about to get man versus tank. If you guys start gang fucking her and she doesn't get it I promise you. Sean will make sure that you're on the front lines the next time a monster shows up you'll be the one getting killed." Karen kissed Eric o the lips as she walked past him.

"So once she's finished that she's fair game?"

"Of course she's fair game after that. I'd rather the lot of you go someplace away from Karen, she's easily distracted. 

"I am not." Karen pouted. Each of the men got a quick feel of her flesh as they walked past Karen and into the room with Brie who continued ignoring them as she played her video games.

"So where were we Sean?"

"We were trying to figure out a few new stories for this month. We'd decided that Brie would get a few stories this month. So I think you should start by working out what kinds of stories work best for her." Karen climbed onto the top of the wall glancing around at the surrounding yards. There was another pool but the one that caught her interest had thick patches of ivy growing throughout the entire thing. "See you know what I think? I think you would have a blast doing an erotic Alice in Wonderland." 

Karen jumped into the ivy which was deeper than it looked, she completely sank beneath the thick foliage. She found herself staring up at the patches of ivy and face to face with a praying mantis. Sometime during the fall she'd acquired two pairs of translucent wings. The mantis canted its head slightly considering her. Just in time to avoid being captured by the claws and take to the air. 

The world is an entirely different place when you're less than three inches tall. A dandelion could be a tree and a mouse is as big as an elephant. Karen was well adjusted to her sudden change in size, she was happily flying along just above the ground zipping around the various obstacles. "You know you've already got the inhuman covered pretty much you'll accidently get the cap on that in the coming weeks but I noticed that the sci-fi story with me and Reinhart ever actually worked out."




Muses Ch. 08



"Yeah that didn't quite work out for me, no batter how much I wanted it to it refused to work." I replied. "You know I appreciate all the time you put in." It feels weird sometimes talking to a figment of my imagination, particularly when you're thankful to it. But I am. Of all the characters that I've created over the years she's the one who's been most consistent. It's rare that she abandons me and it's rare that she turns me down. I do love her. 

"I love you too. Still do you remember when she wrote you and told you that you were the reason Sean?" She flew up over the ivy and up to the roof of the house and sat down gazing up at the sun. "Do you remember what you used to tell me about the sun?" She reached up and toying with a wooden sun hanging around her neck.

"That it rose for you and you should live everyday of your life with that belief. That you were the most important thing in the entire world and you needed to believe that." It was always my philosophy. That I was the most important thing in my world. That's you need to be your own reason for living, not your boyfriend, not father, not even your children. Just like you need to worry about your own happiness first because if you aren't happy you can't truly make anybody else happy. That doesn't mean that you don't take care of the people who are important to you, it just means that you take care of yourself. 

"Well like it not you're her reason now. She wakes up in the morning because she knows you would be disappointed if she didn't. You are her reason now and until you can get her back to where she can handle life you have to be strong for her. It's not because you owe her, you don't Sean. You don't owe her anything. But you do love her, and you do want her to be around and you want to keep her alive. So do it for you. If you really want to give her permission go on do it. The thing is if I know you half as well as I should you would never give up something that belonged to you and she belongs to you. Just like I do." Karen smiled. "You should probably get back to Brie, I'm just going to flit around for a while. Oh and don't forget to print up her letter and make sure it gets in the mail too."

"I will."



Muses Ch. 09



I usually don't see me when I sit down at the computer. I see the girls, or I'll see one of my friends, maybe a movie star or something but it's rare that I make an appearance in the text. Too cut down on confusion I'll refer to my text self as Sean Renaud for the rest of this cus otherwise this won't make sense. He normally calls me Sean but I'm editing this so he calls me Bossman again this is done for your clarity dear reader.

"Uh Bossman, where the fuck am I and why the fuck am I?" Just quick glance around and it was obvious he was on the sidewalk of a street but it was hard to identify his location with just those details. I mean there was grass and there were houses, nothing that really stood out in comparison to everything else. It was just a street.

"I'm not really sure actually." I responded to Sean straining for any details that would reveal his location a little more clearly. After a few minutes of looking around I got the details I was looking for. The street that Sean was standing on a was shaped like an hour glass with several grass playing fields in the middle of it. It looked like two streets and gods only knew how many accidents had been caused by someone unfamiliar with the area not particularly paying attention going up the down street or vice versa but each street was a one way only street. "Okay you're in Heritage. I know where you are. I don't really know why you are though."

"Thanks." Sean started walking down the street, well actually up he was heading North for what it was worth. At least if Storyland follows the same geographic rules as the real world. Sometimes they seem to make up their own rules or even that there is no rules until they come upon a reason for one. Karen turned the corner behind him. She was wearing a pair of corduroy pants that didn't really flatter her curve, they did a good job of clinging to her ass. She was wearing an oversized tee shirt. There was a man with her, an overweight white man wearing a pair of her golden hoop ear rings. Sean just cut me an angry glance.

"Hey I didn't invite them here." I responded. The man she was walking with was her husband, well Kitten's husband anyway and he wasn't supposed to show up in my stories. Not out of respect mind you, more out of bit of jealousy. Still I had no idea why the two of them were casually walking down the street.

Sean didn't know either but whatever it was that brought them there Karen didn't particularly want Sean and her husband to meet. Sean wasn't feeling cooperative though, he could have accepted the plea in her eyes and just pretended he didn't see them. He could have done what I wanted and knocked the fucker out, then slit his throat. But he decided to go with the one answer that I couldn't predict. "Hi, I'm Sean and you are?"

"Jack." The two men shook hands and started walking down the street. The two men were silent, it was like Jack knew instinctively who Sean was but there was nothing that he could do about it so he was just quietly going along with it. Sean was oddly quiet as he walked down the streets, he was probing for something, for some kind of weakness. I'm not sure what he was looking for.

"Holy shit." Sean whispered. Up a head maybe half a block on of the stone street lights was toppled over and an SUV was slammed into it nearly folded in half. The back seats were where the front seats belonged and the front seats had shattered through the windshield. There were two bodies, a man and a woman hanging half way out of the shattered glass covered in blood. "Oh man." Behind it was another car this one turned over on the sidewalk blocking the path. Judging by the smoke it had either just stopped burning or was about to ignite but there was no dependable way of telling which. 

"What happened here?" Jack asked as he walked forward. 

The thing was I didn't know what had happened. Usually I do, it turns out that one of the benefits of being complete in charge of a world is that you generally know what's going on but in this case I was utterly clueless. I wouldn't have been so bad if it was just Jack and Karen down there. I mean I love Karen but shit happens and some of it happens to her and Jack, well he can eat shit and die and I wouldn't complain the thing is I'm rather attached to Sean. "Bossman, I don't like this." I'm not sure it really would have done him any good to turn around and go back the way he came but he kept walking forward climbing over the car.

There dozens if not hundreds of cars piled up beyond that point. It was almost to horrific to have been real, but there it was. Tons of twisted metal, burning rubber and mangled flesh. "Guys you might want to get out of there." I whispered. If I could have just whisked them out of that place and sent them someplace nice but I couldn't. That's not always how it works, sometimes I have to just let it ride. 

"Okay Bossman I don't like this." Karen said as she turned her eyes up to the sky to find it had turned blood red with a black sun hovering in it. Lazy black clouds floated ominously threatening to drop who knows what on the people below. "Can we go someplace nicer?"

"Who are you guys talking to?" Jack finally asked staring back and forth between his wife and Sean both of whom were standing back to back apparently testing the limits of whatever powers they had.

"I think I'm normal." Sean whispered. There was obviously a little cause for alarm at that.

"I'm normal too." Karen replied her hazel eyes scanning the twisted wreckages for any movement. 

"Of course you're normal!" Jack shouted. "What are you guys talking about!" He was genuinely panicking. Not that there wasn't good cause for panic but he was talking to them and not to me which was weird. I mean I have characters that ignore me before but that's usually because they get off on being douche bags. Not because they are actually unaware of me. Jack seemed to be completely unaware of me.

"Bossman?" Karen asked.

"I'm here!" I shouted.

"I don't hear him, but maybe he's ignoring me. I mean the real me isn't his favorite person right now. Can you hear him Sean?"

"Actually I was about to mention that something is very very wrong. I can't hear him either and he's very protective of me." It's a fact. I never put him through anything worse than some minor heartache. 

Then there was a rhythmic chanting. I couldn't understand the words clearly, I think because they weren't chanting in English. It might have been Latin, it certainly sounded Latin but I took Latin in high school and none of the words were familiar to me. "That's not good." Sean said as he turned in the direction of the voices. Things were definitely slipping from bad to worse.

The source of the voice was an army of men wearing red and black hooded robes and walking through the streets. They were dragging behind them men and women in chains. "What are we going to do?" Karen asked.

"I think it's safe to say that we're in this alone. Bossman either can't or won't help us out of this situation so we need to get out of here ourselves, and that starts with getting the fuck away from those guys!" Sean shouted turning around to run. "And since neither of us has any powers I think it's safe to say we can't stand and fight."

"Agreed." Karen said.

"What are you guys."

"We'll explain it later!" Karen shouted grabbing her husband by the wrist and starting to run towards the nearest house. Sean kicked down the door and ran inside. "You know what this is all too insane for me to bother explaining. Just trust me when I say this is bad love." Karen said and started helping Sean barricade the walls. "Bossman! I'd really like a clue here!"

The problem was I was still working on getting a clue. Fucking stream of consciousness just kept coming and when I've been reading up on occult styled writings that's not a good thing. 

"If he was going to help us he'd be here by now. So first things first why are we here Karen? There is always a fucking reason, we just don't usually question it because we already know why he's doing what he's doing." Sean shouted starting to dig through the house hoping to find supplies. "Jack can you shoot?"

"I guess so."

"He can't fire a gun?!" Sean shouted. "He's fucking worthless!"

"Shut the fuck up! Bossman assumed he can't shoot so he can't shoot, maybe in real life he can shoot!" Karen shouted helping Sean dig through the closets. They were in luck, there was a shotgun, a handgun and a few boxes of ammo. "Why can't you just approve of my decisions!"

"Because it was a bad decision! The only reason you're not getting your wages garnished and your car repoed is because you're parents, Bossman and apparently some other new people are pitching in to help YOU! If you'd just listened to me!" Sean shouted chambering a round into the shotgun and tossing the nine millimeter to Karen.

"Wait I was the mistake?" Jack shouted.

"You're not a mistake you're doing the best you can!" Karen shouted back.

"But that's not good enough is it?" Jack replied. "I love you!"

"You know that this is the end of the world, I'm obviously not getting out of this one. I got no idea what it is that Bossman is so pissy about right now but he obviously isn't planning on letting us out of here. I'll be damned if I'm going to listen to you whine this entire time." Sean is always prone to bouts of violence but I admit I was shocked when he turned quickly and fired his shotgun directly at Jack's skull. 

Funny thing about stories and dreams, just because something should work doesn't mean it will. At less than ten feet a shotgun blast should have taken Jack's head clean off his shoulders. Instead it snapped his head back like a good punch but nothing more. He should have been pissed off that he'd been shot but he was actually more concerned as to why he wasn't dead. "What happened?"

"Damned if I know." Sean replied sitting down and crossing his legs. 

"You tried to fucking kill him!" Karen shouted running up beside Sean and placing the gun to the base of his skull. "You tried to fucking kill my husband!"

"If you're gonna kill me just do it. Shit it'll probably hurt less than looking at your wedding photos." Sean whispered.

"If you're just going to sit here and whine like a piece of shit then I'm going to kill you." Karen growled. 

Outside the chanting had stopped, that was either a very good thing or a very bad thing and none of them were really sure what it meant. "You know what, fuck it and fuck you. I'm going to see what's going on outside." Sean pushed the wooden blinds aside, then closed them again. "I figured out what happened, least I think I know what happened." Sean said.

"What." 

"He's drunk, or high, or both. You know how he gets when he writes drunk." Sean said shaking his head and sitting down on the couch.

"What makes you so sure that he's wasted." Karen asked.

"Just look out the window." Karen walked over the window where Sean had been standing and looked out to find that they were floating, presumably somewhere in the ocean. The Black Pearl was sailing past them and behind it a white whale was cresting the seas. 

"Okay. He's drunk." Karen sighed and sat back down. "Well that's a good thing and a bad thing. I mean apparently he already forgot the death cult." She spun around then raised a brow. "And he forgot that Jack was with us, it's just me and you know."

"It is?" Sean looked up and then around realizing it was true. The barricades from the door had vanished as well as the weapons. "Goddamn it. I hate it when he's this fucked up, he can't remember shit so things just come and go. Just gotta hope he remembers us a shotgun before he remembers that there is an insane cult outside. You want some bad news?"

"Not really." Karen said looking around the house.

"I think I know who those guys were. Those were the guys from that one zombie game a few years back. The ones where you blow their heads off and they have that fucking alien inside that bites your head off." Sean commented.

"Well that's . . .I'm glad their gone and I'm glad we're in sunlight now." Karen commented looking back at Sean. "So how've you been."

"I'm okay. I hate sharing my name with him, since that means sometimes I get his villains at my door." He was referring to Sean Renaud Tepes, the grandson of Dracula and one of my favorite creations. It had been a while since I'd let him out of the box but he still had his fair share of enemies. "And you?"

"He pretty much hates me since I got married. Currently my mother is pimping me out. I'm about to fuck a bunch of cops to get out of a DUI. Course they are mostly sexy cops so I'm not too upset." Karen said with a smile.

"How's his Earth Day story coming along? Has he had any new ideas for that? I mean we are starting to get close, only three weeks now." Sean said.

It was true. Every single idea I'd come up with had ended up falling flat eventually. Which was more than a little frustrating by that point. I was starting consider just something really terribly simple. Maybe even a couple really simple stories, like maybe a girl who recycled to make her dildos. There had to be something that I had over looked that would make for a good story. The thing was nothing was working."

"He had a pretty good one with Nikki playing a mermaid that I thought was pretty cute. It probably wouldn't have won but it would have been a good story and he can't skip a contest." Karen explained pulling down part of the barricade and heading outside.

There wasn't much of interest outside, the house had formed its own floating island. "Great I can't leave. Not unless I want to drown. I don't want to spend all day here, so any ideas you have are more than welcome.."

"Just one actually." Sean said stepping out behind Karen and wrapping his arms around her. "I'm going to say this, and I'm only going to say this once. If you aren't paying attention well fuck you. Karen Akivasha Tennison Smith. I love you." Why that idiot couldn't come up with a decent lie is beyond me. I might not be the greatest liar ever but I was smarter than this. Least I thought I was. "I love you, I don't know for sure when I fell in love with you but I do. You're my reason. I wake up in the morning because I hope someday that you'll want to spend the day in my arms." Karen was about to say something but Sean silenced her. If I could have urged her back into action I would have. This certainly wasn't anything that I wanted her to hear. I mean its unlikely that Kitten will ever read these words but that wasn't a risk I was particularly interested in taking.

Sean spun her around in his arms so he could gaze into her eyes. "I might never have the courage to say these words to your face again. I love you. I love you so much that it hurts sometimes. I know what your about to ask. Why did I let you marry someone else. Why didn't I fight for you every inch of the way? The only reason I can give is that I am an idiot. I had grown complacent and certain that you would always be there like the sunrises. I should have been there when you got married, I should have objected but I didn't. I didn't because I was a coward and I can't ever ask your forgiveness for that. I hope that you're marriage has brought you some happiness. The truth is that I hope I brings you all the happiness in the world."

Someone once told me that you don't say anything when you're drunk that you don't actually mean. You just don't actually mean to say the things that you say when your drunk. This was definitely a case in point of that lesson. I wish I had a way of silencing my Avatar. I would have given him a heart attack if I'd had the power. This wasn't the kind of thing that needed to be out there for people to read. For them to know who I really was and what I felt. Goddamn Sean was going to run his mouth whether I liked it or not.

"I pray that you get everything you want in life. I never told you, the real you, this and I never will. But the last time you needed money I was behind on my rent and rather than get myself caught up I paid for you. If I was sane I would have kept my money, kept my business running strong and let you suffer but I didn't." Tears formed in Sean's eyes mirroring my own as he spilled our secrets. "I know you didn't mean to hurt me but once you asked why. The answer is you. It's you. It's been you for a long time and will be you for a long time."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Karen asked.

"I know it sounds silly to you but I wanted you to love me." Sean said backing away from her. "If you love me I want you to love me because you love who I am. I don't want you to love me because of something I said. I want you to love me. I want you to think of me the way that I think of you." Sean responded biting down on his lips.

"And just how do you think of me?" Karen asked.

"I think of you as my reason. If you died I'm not really sure I'd get up the nest morning. I'm not sure there would be a point." Sean kissed her just beneath the ear then pushed her away from him. "I know I was your reason. I know I can't ever ask that of you again." Sean paused looking down at her. She looked so helpless lying on her back staring up at him. "So I won't. I let you get married without so much as a peep of protest. That's really the worst part of it. If you were calling me once a month and simply glowing about what a wonderful man your husband is and how you love him so much I'd be jealous but happy. I'd also be happy if you were just silent about him because you didn't want me to be jealous. Instead you call me and tell me how you're working twelve hours a day six days a week because he can't or won't get a job, how he's clingy and it's driving you nuts. I just got off the phone with you and you told me he's a real sweet heart and he's doing the best he can. That's really what pisses me off. You don't deserve the best he can do, you deserve the best." Sean turned and walked away from her.

"Hey stop telling her how I feel damnit!" I shouted. 

"Sober enough that we can hear you now I see." Sean spat standing at the edge of the island. "Well as long as you're at it where are we now?"

"I honestly don't know. I'm guessing Davey Jones' Locker. My head hurts though and I've got places to be. DnD at noon you know." I said. "I'm not particularly comfortable with you being down there shedding all our secrets n shit. So your ride's here." As soon as I finished speaking a yacht pulled up to the house with a small army of bikini clad models giggling.

"Yeah Karen, you know he doesn't let me out often. Love you and I will always be there for you for whatever you need. So just call me and I'll be there. Until then though get your shit together." Sean got on the boat and sailed away. 

"So I what he said is really how you feel about her." Karen asked sitting down. 

"You know it is."

"Have you ever told her?" 

"In those exact words? No. She knows I'm here for her." 

Karen turned away from me. "Does she know why you didn't have anything to say about her getting married. Did complain even once about it?"

"You know I didn't."

"What is she supposed to read your fucking mind or some shit like that? You know sometimes you really are useless. Unless you've got some kind of story idea to run past me you can just leave me alone. How do I get back anyway?"

"Just go back inside, the bathroom should take you home, I think Nikki's place is through one of the closets. I don't' know what else is around though. Can I get you anything? A drink? A professional wrestler?" Karen didn't respond so I left. There isn't much point in trying to get her to cooperate when she's upset.



Muses Ch. 10



I should have known that I was dreaming when my day started at around five in the afternoon with me playing video games in my dining room. I haven't had a dining room, least not with tiles and a television since I was twelve and still living in LA. That wasn't enough to tip me off, part of me is sure I'd still be stuck in that nightmare if Karen hadn't decided to rescue me. 

I was playing video games with my little brother, I'm not really sure what I was playing the only part that was important was that my mother slammed the door as she walked into room. "What the fuck!" She screamed yanking the controller from my hand and glaring at me from between myself and the television. "Didn't I fucking tell you to get this shit cleaned up?" There was a mop sitting in a steal bucket in the corner of the room. Maybe I was supposed to be mopping. I don't think so. I really hate mopping floors and usually people just respect that and let me handle the rest of the cleaning. "Didn't I just fucking say that?" She slapped me so hard my back cracked as I spun part of the way around.

"What the fuck, you don't need to fucking slap me?" It hurt. It wasn't the kind of slap that stung or shocked more than it hurt, it hurt and had it been anybody other than my own mother they'd already be spitting up their own teeth but I wasn't going to hit my own mother.

"You're a lazy piece of shit. I told you to get this shit do-"

"I'll get on it right now." 

I didn't even have a chance to get up before she shoved me back down into my seat. "You know what it doesn't fucking matter. Just sit the fuck down and stay here. I'll fucking do it you piece of shit." She snarled and stalked out of the room slamming the door when she left. I'm not really sure how long I sat there completely stunned. The next thing that I can remember is that I put the game on pause and started to pick up some of the things from the floor. That's when my mother walked back into the room and saw me holding. . .actually I can't remember what I was holding but I know she knocked it out of me hand. "I told you I'd fucking take care of this. You sit the fuck down and keep playing your goddamn video games." She shouted in face. She was so close that she got spittle on my face as she roared.

That as more than I could deal with right then. "You know what? Fuck you, I'm out." Dreams are funny, I didn't realize I was playing video games in just a tee shirt and boxers but I know I had to go upstairs to get dressed. Upstairs didn't really make sense, it was built like a barracks room with two rows of bunk beds, each with a pair of wooden crates at the end to store our belongings. Must have been a boot camp memory that dredged that up. In hindsight I'm pretty sure that the second story was at least twice as big as the first story was but who cares about little things like physics when you're dreaming right? I pulled out a pair of my camouflage utility trousers, the new kind. They kinda look like something that was spit out of an old space invaders game, a lot of people call them digi-camies. 

I was about halfway into pulling them on when my mother appeared at the end of the room, there wasn't even a door at that end. She had an M204 grenade launcher in one hand and an M16 in the other, which was actually kind of redundant since an M204 is a modification of the M16. I ducked down behind my bed and pulled the mattress down just in time to avoid a hail of bullets that would definitely have taken me straight to hell. Before I could get up though I felt the hot steel searing at my flesh. The large barrel of the grenade launcher was pressed against my skull and the smaller opening to the M16 was at my throat. "Which one do you want?" I closed my eyes as tight as I could manage. This was how I was going to die, not of old age or cancer or in a drunk driving incident. I wasn't going to die in Iraq on a mission, I was going to be killed by my own mother, because I forgot to mop or dust or something.

It was around that point that I started realizing I was probably dreaming. There were things that didn't make sense like why wasn't I in my room, and why wasn't I in my house. I could just open my eyes and the gun would disappear. That's when my mother chambered the rounds on both weapons and my mind focused on something else, useless trivia that wouldn't be useless in a few seconds.

The M204 grenade launcher is designed with a fail safe, the grenades won't (or wouldn't in my dream) go off if they hadn't traveled a certain distance. I think its fifty yards, but it was definitely farther than the distance from the chamber to my skull. The problem with that was of course that there was always the possibility that something that close pressed directly against my temple would kill me anyway. Actually it was kind of likely. 

The M16 really isn't designed to kill. Don't get me wrong it can kill you just like any gun, but ideally it wounds you so that one of the healthy soldiers from your side has to leave the field to get you to safety. Two guys, one bullet. This one was against my throat though and it would tear through my flesh like a hot knife through butter. Actually the visual in my head was a high school football team and a paper banner. If I was lucky though I could use the sheets to slow the bleeding long enough for someone to come save me. 

None of this would make any difference though if she really wanted me dead. She had me cold and there was nothing I could do but keep my eyes shut. You know it's true what they say about there being no such thing as atheists in a foxhole, or in this case when there is a gun to your head. I prayed to every single deity I've ever heard of. It was like that Ricky Bobby movie. Save me white baby Jesus, black baby Jesus, Allah, Jehovah, Zeus, Ra, Buddha, Flying Spagetti monster and Invisible Pink Unicorn! Everything you could imagine promising I did during those few seconds that she was poised to kill me. I was completely sure that she was going to kill me too. This was it and I was going to die. You want to believe when you're about to die, you just don't want to die. Of course that's because you know there is nothing after you die. If you really believed those fairy tales you wouldn't fear death at all, you'd welcome it. 

Five minutes, maybe more, passed by as I lay there with two guns pressed to my flesh. It was long enough that the metal cooled and was just a dull pressure against me. I could have opened my eyes at any time but I didn't because opening my eyes would do one of two things. It would wake me up and the whole thing would be over, or it would lock everything into reality and I'd be dead. It was Karen who saved me.

"How does it feel to kill your own son? To damn him to hell and yourself as well?" I couldn't see you, my eyes were still shut when you started to speak. 

"On your fucking feet." My mother shouted. I should have stayed where I was. If I stayed down you would have had an easy shot, but standing with me in the way. . .well that made me a fucking meat shield and I don't really like the idea of being a meat shield. "If you shoot me you'll have to shoot him to."

I opened my eyes just enough to see a creepy smile split your face in two. If you'd just unlatched your head like a snake's jaws it wouldn't have surprised me at that moment. "Ticky tailor soldier sailor. My bullet punishes all without distinction!" You shouted and raised that ridiculous musket up point it at me. In real life bullets are too fast to see and they don't leave a light trail behind them. This bullet was slow, slow enough to see but not really slow enough to dodge, like a paintball or a fast pitch. You could see it but you couldn't do much about it and this one was aimed directly at my chest. I saw it race towards me and readied myself for the worst but at the last possible second it changed its trajectory and went straight up burning the tip of my nose as it went over my head then went through my mother's skull.

A shot to head should have been fatal but when I turned around she was bloody but alive. The left side of her skull was missing right up to her eye socket so I could see her complete eyeball still resting in what had been it's socket and grey brain matter smattered with blood. "Again!" You shouted and the bullet reversed its course and shot through her back and out through her chest spraying me with blood and bone chips. "AGAIN!" You roared and again the bullet turned this time piercing through her stomach. I don't think my mother could see any more, she raised both weapons and started firing but it wasn't even in the direction of either of us. She was just shooting. "Again, AGAIN, AGAIN, AGAIN!" You kept shouting and every time the bullet turned back and tore through her from another angle until she finally fell to the floor. She was still twitching when you let the bullet fall the floor. I don't know if she was dead or if you'd just decided that if she was in a dozen pieces she wasn't a threat to anybody even if she was alive. "Sean, wake up." You told me as you leaned over and retrieved your bullet, that round iron ball and put it in my hand.

"That's when I woke up Karen and the first thing I did when I woke up was come to my computer to find you. It's not like I was going to get any more sleep last night or this morning rather." I said finishing up my personal flashback.

"Wow, I saved your life. You must think highly of me, and you really need to pick a new cartoon to watch. I'm tired of being that Hellsing girl. Go watch some more Sailor Moon. Besides isn't this a better look for me than a suit?" Karen reached behind her and pulled out a small rod with the sign of a cross on it. "Mars transformation!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. I'm not sure where she had been a moment before but it didn't matter, now the world around her was completely on fire and her clothing burnt away leaving her nude for a few seconds. She turned away from me pushing her ass out and suddenly a red skirt appeared, it was just long enough to be modest. Then my attention shot down to her feet where a pair of red heels appeared. Her top was a plain white swimsuit top with a red handkerchief tied around over her shoulders. "In the name of Mars I punish you!" She teased striking a pose and pointing to me.

"That is a much better look." I always did have a thing for the Sailor Scouts. "But it's also kinda distracting. I just had a dream about my mom trying to kill me." I was still sweating lightly and I could feel the barrels of those guns pressed against me.

"Well what do you want me to do about it? Honestly Sean I love you to death but sometimes you forget, I'm a figment of your imagination. I don't have any answers that you don't. I can't tell you things you don't know and since you can't interpret dreams neither can I. I can tell you that's really twisted that you're dreaming of your mom killing you. Do you feel worthless? Has it finally caught up to you that you're twenty five and living with your parents? I got married, I live on my own. I'm a woman and you're just a little boy."

"Fuck you. You live on your own because me and your parents and your maybe new father pay your bills. If nobody helped you you'd be either at home or homeless and you know it. It's like one day you woke up and decided you wanted to be a typical black stereotype and prove that you could drop out of college have kids and get married young!" I think right then was the first time I'd been really honest with myself about why I was upset. Karen was better than that. She wasn't perfect but she was damn good and she wasn't living up to her potential, neither was I truth be told but I wasn't just intentionally screwing it up either. 

"It's my life, you made the mistake of giving it to me. What does this have to do with your mom?"

"I'm not really sure. My mom's been crazy lately and she never did like you very much." That was probably an understatement but I didn't really care. I loved her and nobody else's opinion really mattered. 

"And you want me to shoot her?"

"Of course not. I love my mother. I don't know what it means. It was just a nightmare. I had a nightmare after the last time I went to a haunted house that my mother was raped and eaten by cannibals. I escaped somehow but I don't really know how. I have crazy dreams all the time." I put my head down and reached for the oversized shot glass of vodka next to me.

I drink too much, it's a simple fact. It's a funny fact, the difference between an alcoholic and someone who drinks too much is very subtle, the difference is whether or not they can function. If Kobe Bryant drinks a gallon of rum every night then runs out there and scores a triple double, leads the Lakers to victory and collects another championship ring. If Bob drinks one glass of wine a week, but shows up to work drunk twice and gets fired he's an alcoholic. It's all about competence and I'm very competent so I just drink too much. I'm aware of it, and that's why I've got the glass set so far away today. I'm trying to cut back and it's working. . .slowly, but it's working. "You can finish drinking later when it's time to go to sleep." Karen smiled softly. "Why don't you come in here with me." Karen smiled and reached out of the monitor and pulled me into her room.

"See isn't this better?" She pushed me down onto the bed then sat down pulling my head into her lap. As soon as she started running her hands over my face I started to relax. She'd always had that effect on me. "Just relax. How's the Survivor Contest coming?"

"Pretty well actually. Some of the categories I expected to have trouble with have been very easy to handle. I think I'll over cap in a few now, I'm still having a bit of trouble with a few of them though. You'd think with all the ideas we've come up with for group that something would just flow from me but everything I've tried has gotten only a page or two before it fizzles." It was the truth, it wasn't the girls either, Karen, Nikki, Kelly, all of them had been more than willing to do a group scene. I just couldn't quite get it to work.

"Why don't try it with Brie? I bet she'd love it." Karen said leaning down and lightly kissing me on the forehead. "I mean she's such a little tart."

"What? That girl? She's completely innocent. We were going to use her for a first time story." I responded.

"Are any of us innocent in that twisted little brain of yours? All of are dirty little sluts." She smiled ad kissed me on the forehead. "You know what, I think Michelle might be a better choice. Come on, I'll walk you through it real quick, just with me instead of her." Karen stood up and pulled me to my feet dashing outside to a blue Civic and drove away. "See it's basic fantasy material. A girl goes on a drive, a long drive say to Vegas." It took a few minutes but were on a long stretch of road, just two lanes and nothing but sand for miles and the car started sputtering and finally Karen pulled over to the side of the road.

"Oh I see where this is going." On cue a van came up behind us and came to a stop. 

Six young men leapt out of the van as soon as it came a complete stop and walked over to the car. "Hey there beautiful, can we help you with anything? Anything at all?" 

Karen smiled and threw on her best slutty smile as she leaned out of the window. "It's just that my car broke down and I need some help getting to Vegas. I would do anything for a guy to ride, I mean to ride a guy, I mean for a ride." She cooed.

"Well we got plenty of room in the back." The man said opening the door and helping Karen out.

"I've got plenty of room in the back too." Karen responded making sure he got a glimpse of her thong panties as she skipped towards his van.

"Am I invisible or something?" I asked reaching for the handle to let myself out of the car and I promptly fell through the door. "I'll take that as a yes, I am invisible, and apparently inaudible, intangible and probably a couple other ins that I've never even heard of. Like I bet they can't smell me but I don't know the word for that. Later Karen, I'm not really in the mood to stick around and watch you fuck right now though so have fun."

"Wait up a second." Karen called as she started climbing into the back of the van. The men froze in place as she walked over to me and kissed me softly. "We did it, or rather you did it. It's after midnight and you haven't had a drop to drink and you're getting sleepy. You can go a night without drinking, you can fall asleep without drinking. Keep it up. I'll go see if I can work the kinks out of this whole group sex problem you've been having. You should really start posting this on Lit by the way, you're like a dozen chapters in and nothing is up and you've edited any everything."

"Yeah I know. I'm just frustrated with work and Robert and everything else in life." I smiled kissing her back softly. "I should go."

"I wish you'd stay, I'm sure I can work some room in for you. You can even be the first one in my ass." She grabbed my hand and placed it right on her ass smiling as I squeezed it. "I'll even pretend like it hurts so bad and call you daddy." She smiled.

"Not tonight. I'd like to get some sleep." I responded stepping away from her and then I was back where I belong. In front of a keyboard where Karen is just a vision in my head that I put to paper. "I love you Karen, go have fun." I didn't watch her, she was just about to wrap things up when I came back in the morning though, but that's what I'll tell you all about later. Right now it is time for me to retire. Cold turkey hasn't worked well for me, but a cut from seven days a week to five has been okay and from there I'm looking to cut it to three or four. Take the world on fucking step at a time.



Muses Ch. 11



One thing that I've noticed over the years is that most of the girls can only really read one of my moods consistently. Take Nikki for instance, I don't have to say anything to her for her to know that I'm upset. She can tell just by the way I'm walking. Nikki is the only person in the world who would see me walking across the street and know by my shoulders that something was bothering me. She'd sneak up behind me and give me a big hug and kiss my shoulder. Sometimes she would ask what was bothering me but most of the time she knew better. She knew I wasn't going to tell her until I was ready so she wasn't going to waste energy trying to get it out of me. She just acknowledged that there was a problem. Now that she's in jail there is nobody left. 

It's just me and the Three Kings. Don't get the idea that I didn't know Jim, Jack and Jose before she went away. I knew them and I even had a friendly relationship with a Russian named Smirnoff and I'd even been known to travel around the bend with my boy Jaeger if I was running low on options. The thing was without her to help me out I'd started sailing aboard the Cutty Sark. It was getting kinda ugly; even I had to admit that I had a problem. 

I guess that's where the good news kicks in, at least where I expected it to kick it. Karen wasn't able to tell when I was pissed off about something. Today the problem was the rent, I should have been depressed. I wasn't though. I was pissed off because there was a stack of bills that absolutely had to come before the rent. I had to pay at least a portion of that to keep my cell phone up and gas in my car. Without my cell phone to generate leads and gas in my car I couldn't go to work to make money to pay the bills. Logically my rent simply wasn't my top priority because I couldn't hope to pay future bills if I couldn't drive to work to make money for future bills. So I was pissed off when I sat down with a double shot of vodka.

Karen obviously didn't notice that anything was wrong. That's because she notices when I'm frustrated, mostly when I'm having writer's block. If she'd noticed the glare in my eyes when I sat down at the computer she probably would have run as fast as she could, or she would have tried something, anything to get my mind on something slightly less horrific. Too bad for her.

When I found her she was out camping, I think she'd just gotten up because she was kind of half dressed. She had on a pair of boots but no socks, a pair of boxers that was just barely half way down her thighs and a plain shirt that didn't quite cover her naval. Her hair was twisted up at the back of her skull, to call it a bun is to give it too much credit, it was a knot so it didn't get in her way. "Hey Sean. How's the writing coming along?"

"Not good. I'd like to introduce you to my new friend. Broccoli." As I spoke, or typed rather, he appeared. It's hard to tell how tall he was without something nearby to gauge him by but he couldn't have been less than eight feet tall and probably five feet across at the shoulders. I'm guessing he weighed seven, maybe eight hundred pounds of pure beastly muscle. I mean his abs were about as big as Arnold's pecs were at his peak. He was wearing a pair of loose fitting white pants with a blue sash tied around his waist. "He's gonna kill you."

"What?!" The look on her face was priceless. She turned slowly to face the man I'd sent to end her and her jaw dropped. His hair was long for a man's probably about eight inches and it was bright gold and standing on end. "I hate dying! Sean stop it! Stop it right now!"

Not that I had any intention on stopping what I was doing anyway but Broccoli took that decision out of my hands when he attacked. Karen didn't even see him move, she just felt his fist slam into her chest sending her flying through the air reducing several trees to splinters before one finally stopped her flight and she sank to the ground. "Sean stop it!" Karen begged spitting up a mouthful of blood.

"Maybe you should beg me." Broccoli suggested as he appeared over her. His hand was nearly as big as her torso, it was easy for him to grab her by the back of her head and lift her up. I thought for sure he would have broken her ribs when he started driving her into his knee but other than a few mouthfuls of blood that hinted at internal injuries she was still okay when he threw her away shattering several more trees along the path.

"Hurry up and kill her. I want her dead and then we can go and kill Nikki and maybe Kelly next. We'll see how I feel after that." Broccoli ignored me and started stalking towards Karen like a monster from a horror flick. He could have ran and killed her quickly but instead he was just calmly walking giving her time to panic. Time to run and stumble. "Get it over with, there is plenty here for you to kill."

Karen forced herself back to her feet but she didn't runaway. She stood straight and tall and stared at the approaching monster. "I won't let you kill me." She spat. 

"What are you going to do about it insect?"

A half smile crossed her lips. "This." Karen threw her head back and let loose a war cry. At first nothing happened but then the air around her started to crackle with energy. "Kill her now before she gets any real power!" Broccoli was still ignoring me when the small rocks around her started to levitate around her orbiting around her. "Broccoli! I order you to kill her right now!"

"I am a Spinach Warrior and I will kill her at her full power. Now shut up!" I hate it when my creations stop behaving. Usually the guys are pretty well behaved too. By this point Karen's hair was starting to stand on end occasionally flashing shades of white gold.

Karen took a breath and gave one last shout and her hair stood completely on edge and stayed the same shade of gold as Broccoli's. Unlike him Karen was standing in the center of a golden corona, the energy she'd gathered visible around her. "This'll do." She lunged forward and drove her fist into his jaw. His head moved just a few inches and he grinned.

"Is that it little bug?" 

"No!" Karen shouted. A quick series of back flips put a little distance between them and she closed her eyes letting another war cry out. This one was short though but when it finished her aura crackled with lightning. Karen pressed two fingers to her forehead and smiled. "Try this on for size. BLACK SPIRAL DANCER!" She shouted pointing her fingers directly at his heart. A lance of black energy fired from her fingers and should have gone straight through him. He batted it aside like it was an everyday handball. "Holy shit." She was beginning to understand what I had put her against. This wasn't just some psychopath. This was a genuine monster, the legendary Spinach Warrior Broccoli. He couldn't be reasoned with; he couldn't be killed or trapped. Karen leapt into the air flying straight up.

"Running away?" Broccoli taunted tilting his head to watch her run.

"Just getting a better shot." Karen responded thrusting one finger over head. A small black ball of energy crackled into existence over her finger. A moment later it blossomed to double its original size, now almost as large as her body. "You want to prove your strength? Stay right there!" Karen roared as loud as her lungs would allow and the orb grew exponentially and she started to laugh hysterically.

Broccoli's eyes widened as he sensed the huge amount of energy in the attack. "I told you to kill her earlier!" I don't know if he heard me or not, Karen wasn't nearly as interested in gloating as he'd been and she unleashed that hellish attack at the same time I was shouting. There was no way for Broccoli to avoid the attack, no way to dodge or deflect it. It slammed into him and drove him down into the ground digging a crater before the orb detonated sending up a mushroom cloud like an atomic bomb.

Karen's breasts were heaving with each breath as he let herself sink back to the earth. All the trees for miles had been completely destroyed, outside that there was a ring where they'd all been knocked flat. "What the fuck was that about? You're supposed to at least rape me before you kill me! And I thought we decided the erotic horror was going to be about the survivors!" 

I was about to respond to her when he came back. There was a slight trickle of blood from his lip oozing and his clothing was slightly blackened with soot but otherwise he was unharmed. His tongue slithered from between his lips tasting his blood and then grinning. Karen didn't even notice him until the last moment a look of pure terror crossing her features just before the impact sent her flying.

Broccoli was through fucking around thankfully and en he gets moving, really gets going he's a freak. She was still flying through the air when he drove his elbow into her chest sending her down to the ground and skidding across the floor like a skipping stone. He snatched her by the throat and drove his forehead into the bridge of her nose, shattering it with one blow. Next he brought his hand up to her chest and formed a green ball of energy firing it into her body at point blank range. That blast sent her directly into the dirt digging a trench nearly a mile long with her back before a solid concrete wall stopped her.

Karen didn't get up from that blow. She was still alive, she was blowing blood bubbles. "That's the limit of your strength?" Broccoli laughed. He took her head in hand and slammed her against the wall sending crack through the concrete.

On the opposite side of that wall Nikki looked up from a letter she'd just received, a cartoon doodle from her five year old daughter. A second thud jarred her cot dumping her onto the concrete floor. "Owww." She sat up rubbing her bottom for a moment then the thuds grew louder and closer together until Karen's body slammed through the wall and landed in a bloody heap in Nikki's lap.

Nikki shrieked as she held Karen. "Little help?" Karen wheezed.

"I think I'll stay in my boring story where I'm reading my kids mail." Nikki responded looking at the monstrous Broccoli. His right hand was coated in blood which seemed to fascinate him. He was watching it drip from his fingers. 

"You're next." Karen hissed painfully.

"What?" Nikki glanced at me and she knew but there was no time for us to talk about it right then. She intended to live. "In that case I'll just go Super." Nikki shouted and like Karen her hair turned bright gold. "Chaos Control!" The world around her changed colors, like a negative photograph and everything slowed down while Nikki picked up Karen and flew out of the cell and straight into the sky before the world returned to normal. 

"He's too strong. He'll sense us." Karen said.

"No wait, why the fuck can you stop time without holding your breath? Those are the fuckin rules!" I shouted. "Haven't you ever watched Dragonball?"

Nikki smirked. I knew what she was thinking just before she said it. "Dragonball? I thought gold hair standing on end and a massive increase in power was Sonic the Hedgehog." She was lying, but she also wasn't wrong. "So what are you so pissed off about anyway?" 

"I think you should discuss it with my lawyer." I grinned as Broccoli emerged from the clouds behind them and swung. Nikki shielded Karen from the worst of he blow and together the two of them plummeted breaking through the roof of a laboratory. The lab was abandoned other than several anthromorphs locked in vats of green.

"I remember this place! This is perfect!" Nikki shouted looking around; the vats were synthetic human DNA. Submersion would heal Karen's wounds quickly. I'm not sure why Nikki knew how the equipment worked well enough to operate it and quickly no less but she did. "If he was strong enough to beat you in stage two I guess I'll need to push past that point!" Nikki dropped to her knees and bellowed lighting sparking around her bright golden frame; suddenly her hair grew all the way down to the floor. "Let's see how he likes me. Hurry up Karen; I don't think I'll last more than five minutes with this guy!" She leapt into the air and charged Broccoli.

"Another insect for me to squash. How cute." Just before impact Nikki did a back flip driving her knee into Broccoli's chin hard enough to knock the monster back just a step. "Was that supposed to tickle?" He canted his head to one side. Nikki's eyes widened for a moment then he threw everything she had at him in a furious flurry of blows that seemed almost to bounce off him. Broccoli let her wear herself out for a few moments before grabbing her in a brutal bear hug. I heard several of hr ribs snap as he squeezed down. Nikki was in agony crying out and eventually sputtering blood. 

"Okay you can stop playing with your food and kill them already. I think it's about time I let something horrible rape them both and when I kill them sometimes it's hard to find them for a while." I said.

Broccoli turned slightly then released Nikki who fell through the hole she'd created earlier and right into Karen's waiting arms. "Even at level three you were no match. Guess that means it's time to go all the way. Can you stand?" Nikki nodded. "Do you know the dance?"

"Fuck. Hurry up kill them now!" I shouted.

Broccoli slowly descended into the lab looking around. "I'll kill them when I'm ready. They're close already. Patience Sean." 

Nikki and Karen stood shoulder to shoulder pointing away from each other. The dance was ridiculous and started with a few ballerina like tip toe steps away from each other. Then they came back together they touched the tips of their fingers and then vanished in a flash of light.

"Wha?" Broccoli asked blinking away the blindness. 

As the light died down there was just one woman standing there. She was wearing baggy white pants and a black vest that just barely concealed her breasts. She had Nikki's brown eyes but Karen's red hair and the sneer on her lips was unique to either woman. "I am neither Karen nor Nikki I am Niken and I will be the one that destroys you!" She shouted. "Come on carrot top or whatever your name is!" Broccoli rushed forward but by the time he's swung she'd vanished. A look of confusion spread across his face as he sensed Niken behind him. He tried to catch her with a backhand; instead she caught his wrist, and then caught the other before he could escape.

"More power!" Broccoli growled straining to escape.

"No. You ad your chance and you just didn't want to fucking listen to me." I sighed. This wasn't going to last much loner. I didn't know Niken very well but I couldn't imagine that a fusion of Karen and Nikki would be patient or forgiving. 

Sure enough she yanked hard dislocating both arms with a single move. "Mercy! Have mercy! If you spare me I'll tell you what's bothering Sean!"

"Talk!" She screamed.

"It's his car. Something is wrong with it and it doesn't always start! He spent nearly half an hour last night trying to get his car to start!" Broccoli shouted. "And he has no money to spend fixing it!"

"You've told me everything?" Broccoli nodded. "Then you can go." She releases his wrists and he started to fly away. "Broccoli." The legendary Spinach warrior glanced back. "I said I'd let you go, I didn't say where." She brought both her hands to about her waist where a ball of energy quickly formed. "When you get to hell tell em I sent ya!" She threw the ball into Broccoli's chest and it launched him. He streaked through the sky like a meteor and out into space directly into the sun where he burned completely. If he's going to find Dimaggio's Star and come back just tell me so we can stay like this.

"No. You're fine for the moment." I reply. There was a flash of light and Niken was gone and Karen and Nikki reappeared nude. "Hey it's how I cope." I mutter.

"Next time take it out on one of the new girls. It's not like there aren't enough of them running around. How many of them did there one story for you and never did anything else? Why not start killing them, I'll even help!" Karen said glaring up at me. "And take us someplace nice, I'm not sitting around in this lab, well not unless Reinhart is still around here, is he?" She flicked her wrist firing a blast or energy that decimated the door. There wasn't anything on the other side though. 

"Fine, down the hall second door on the left." One of the wonderful things about office buildings is they have so many doors. They can just take you wherever you want without any need to pass Go or collect two hundred dollars. The girls followed my directions and found themselves in a massage parlor with two handsome men dressed in just towels. "Is this good enough?"

"It'll do." Karen replied climbing onto the able. "It's perfect." She gasped as soon as the masseuse touched her. "Little lower." Nikki got onto the other table moaning as soon as she was touched. "I see you got a letter from Nikki. Read it."

"She's doing better. Not well but better." I said when I finished reading the letter.

"It's going to be a long time before she's doing well." Karen said.

"I'll never be well. I killed." Nikki sobbed.

"You'll do well again. You don't have a choice, you have at my last count three surviving children who need your love, which I imagine is going to be kinda difficult behind bars." 

"You don't actually have to rub that in you know. Just saying. So what's the good news?" Nikki asked.

"The good news is that if you behave they might put you in a medium security prison relatively quickly. You're definitely going to start at the highest level but after six to twelve months you're going to put in for an appeal and if they don't see a problem you'll be downgraded." It wasn't perfect but it was a helluva step in the right direction. That wasn't all of the news either. "You're Dad is trying to get full custody of your kids starting with your daughter."

"It'll be easy for him to get Ariel, her real father hasn't been in the picture for a while. But the other two, well it might be a little harder to get the boys." Nikki sighed. The men massaging the pair were starting to get a little bold, not that the girls seemed to be complaining much. 

"I wish there was something I could do something more to help." I muttered. The man working Nikki, we'll call him Matt, was subtly spreading her legs and working the heated oil directly into her holes. 

"There is something you can do to help. You can let this guy fuck my goddamn brains out. Karen, do you need yours or can I borrow him?" Nikki asked lifting her head to check out the man currently working oil into Karen's chest.

"Wha? Huh? Oh no you can have him. I've got a date with Eric in a bit anyway. You know that bitch he was dating back in Karen's Fate? Sean said I can make her my bitch so I'm gonna go have fun with her." Karen sat up and kissed her masseuse. "Have your fun honey I'll be back when you need me and Sean, next time try talking to me instead of sending a Spinach Warrior after me." Karen shook her head and walked out across the hall into Eric's living room. I got a glimpse of a slender wait eating out of a dog bowl before Karen closed the door.

"Before I let them start are you going to be okay Nikki?" She looked over her shoulder at me for a moment. "Never mind we can talk about it later." I don't think Matt and Jake would have waited too much longer even if I had asked them too. 

"She's beautiful." Jake whispered adoringly and started kissing along the backside of her calves. He paused briefly behind her knees, and then continued up over her ass. Nikki shuddered as he kissed the base of her spine and started working his way beyond that up between her shoulders. 

Jake had hardly finished worshiping her when Matt turned her onto her back. "She's magnificent." He uttered kissing her feet, one kiss for each toe before he moved up to her ankle gently nipping at the flesh there before moving up her inner calf. He completely skipped over her pussy, instead moving to that patch of flesh just beneath her naval and pressed his lips there. Then he went higher, letting his tongue trace around the rim of her belly button then briefly dipping inside pulling a giggle from her. Next he started kissing and licking her breast. 




Muses Ch. 11



Matt was about to start on the other when Jake cut him off. Nikki had a man feasting on either breast. They were nipping, sucking, licking, flicking, groping and squeezing. "More!" Nikki croaked her voice already cracking. Matt was the first to respond reaching his hand between her legs to push a finger into her wet hungry hole. "Both holes. Please." Nikki begged. Jake was the one to oblige her that time working his hand beneath her and slowly wriggling his middle finger around her back door before pushing it into the already greased hole.

Nikki grabbed Matt's face and hauled him up to kiss her jamming her tongue lustfully into his mouth. He returned her lust growling into the kiss and pulling her against him. Jake moved lower finding another set of lips to share a lewd kiss with. The three of them remained lip locked for several minutes before Nikki pushed Matt away and nearly tackled Jake pushing her ass into the air as she kissed him tasting her own juices fresh on his lips. 

It was too much for Matt to resist. Nikki's upturned ass just begging for him to do something. He gripped her hips from behind and eased his cock into her tight pussy. She was so wet that it only took a single try for him to bottom out in her twat and start fucking her with long hard strokes that nearly knocked her over. "Just like that!" She managed to squeal before Jake decided to silence her by pushing his cock into her mouth muffling her moans from then on. The three of them went on like that for several minutes just switching who got heads and who had tails.

"My ass! Fuck my ass!" Nikki shouted during one of the breaks. "You on your back Jake." The men were there to serve her whims. Jake lay down on his back and Nikki scampered onto his cock sitting down on it. "You in my ass!" Matt accepted the invitation pushing his cock into her ass. Nikki rode both men forcing them both as completely into her as she could manage moaning aloud the entire time. "You're big cocks feels so fucking good in my tight holes!" Matt couldn't take it any more. Just listening to the filth spewing from Nikki's lips was enough to make him dump his cum in her ass.

"Awww don't be done." Nikki teased pulling him around to her mouth so she could try to get him hard again. At the same time she switched Jake into her ass. "I don't want you to be done yet!" She whimpered licking his cock trying to get him hard for one more fuck. Unfortunately for her all that did was get Jake to come even faster. "Disappointing." Nikki whimpered as she rolled off from Jake. "Just finish my massage. And Sean, get me a dildo."

"Maybe later. I did print out your next letter though and I'm going to sleep."

"Oh just because nobody said earlier I gotta get this out." Nikki teased.

"What?"

"His power level's over nine thousand!!!!!!!"



Muses Ch. 12



"So you're in an abnormally bad mood these last few days. I know I'm supposed to be able to read your mind but I'm having a bit of trouble. Mind filling me in? I promise to be good." Karen was the one waiting for me. I guess being a tiny bit obsessed with her makes her a little more likely to show up in m stories and my thoughts. I wasn't sure where she'd gotten her new outfit or why she was dressed up like that. It was definitely out of character for her to be dressed so conservatively. Karen was wearing a black suit and tie with a pink shirt beneath it. The suit actually did an admirable job of concealing her womanly figure, obviously padded shoulders softened the swell of her breasts but her as still filled her pants. The pair of pants that could hide that ass haven't been made. 

"If it makes you feel any better it's me not you. The problem is my business. Well specifically my business partner has gone out of business. I don't know where he's moving to but it's not a good thing for me. I can't afford this place on my own and I can't afford to move." I explained to her. Sometimes saying things out loud makes them a little easier for me to get a grasp on. This sadly wasn't one of those times. "I feel betrayed and I don't like feeling betrayed."

"Why do you feel betrayed?" She'd picked up a musket from some place and was amusing herself by twirling it around like a baton, throwing it up into the air and catching it.

"The guy I work with, James is moving out. He didn't tell me, I've got random strangers walking into my office talking about they know he's moving soon but he hadn't told me. It's complete cowardly bullshit! It doesn't give me any time to work out a plan or anything. It's not like communicating is that fucking hard." The background was coming into view, she was standing on the deck of an aircraft carrier. Not a full sized one, it was the kind like I'd been on hat could only handle helicopters. It was still massive, more than big enough for a full game of football on top of just the raise section she was on toward the rear of the boat. The front end was easily a block from where she was standing. "Okay before I move on where the fuck are we and why are you dressed like that?"

"Oh because you've been watching Hellsing too much. I'm supposed to sing in German but I don't know any German. Besides, the suit is kind of a nice change from being nude." Karen explained before performing a quick series of cart wheels then ending with a somersault without losing her musket. Normally she's not much of a gymnast so it caught mea bit off guard to watch her tumbling like that.

"Okay, that's a good enough answer for me." What was I going to do, tell a figment of my imagination that it was insane? I was till scrambling to figure out how exactly I was going to pay all of my bills and keep my business up and running. It's not like the spring of two thousand nine was exactly the time to go looking for a new job. I was seeing plenty of people with honest to goodness degrees that were out of work, this wasn't the time to start playing with fire. 

"So you're feeling betrayed. What are you gonna do about it?"

"I was thinking murder." I wasn't really going to murder him, at least I don't think I was. There were lots of perfectly good reasons why I wouldn't kill him. The first and most important was that I didn't have a place to hide the body. Now if I knew there was no chance I'd be caught. . .well he does have a wife and kids that I should take into account. Considering how shitty his business is doing right now the life insurance he's got would probably be a nice thing to have around.

"Well you aren't doing that. Nikki needs you to stay out of jail because inmates can't write other inmates, and the truth is you wouldn't write her if you had to use pens and paper." Karen replied walking into the ship. She was in the living quarters and they were just as cramped as I remembered them being. Triple decker bunk beds that also doubled as storage. Criminals get better housing than this.

"You know I'd been thinking that same thing." Karen said as she walked the halls, they were completely packed with Marines, most of them wearing coveralls but a few were wearing the camouflage utilities that most people associate with the military. They were reading books, and writing letters and in the corners televisions were hooked to Playstations and Xboxes. Oddly they weren't paying any attention to the woman almost literally crawling over them. "They can't see me can they?"

"I guess not. Probably cus this is a memory, not sure why you dredged it up. I don't have much to say about the boat. It wasn't horrible and it wasn't great. I never realized that you could have so many people around and be alone before that. It was kinda nice actually. I think that's why I love cities so much. There's people, hundreds, thousands, sometimes millions of them and they leave you alone. It's not like those tiny one horse towns where everybody knows your business." 

"Yeah yeah whatever. I actually wanted to ask you why it is that prisoners get treated so much better than the military?" She walked out of the living quarters and down a treacherously steep stair case. When I'd been there I'd clutched that guard rail, a random wave had once sent me skidding down those steel steps on my ass. Once was way more than enough. Karen was easily navigating down them and into the mess hall. "I mean prisoners get rooms with just one person, and they get their own sinks and toilets. They aren't packed in like sardines. They get real food too. I mean I know Nikki doesn't seem to like the food but its real food."

"It's because we volunteered. We signed a contract to defend our nation and we can order pizza. We get to leave and besides when our time is done people look at us in a different, better light." I paused for a moment looking away from her.

"Still doesn't seem right." Nikki responded. I hadn't even noticed that she was there until she spoke and normally they don't appear from thin air. 

"Well what are we working on today Sean?" Karen asked as she walked right through a man. "Hey that's kinda neat, why is that again?"

"Because it's a memory, I'm not so much writing this as just remembering and I'll thank you to get out of there. I was browsing the Literotica story ideas and I think I got an idea worth pursuing. So just leave through the portside hatch and we'll be fine." Both girls paused and stared at me in confusion then at each other. Neither one wanted to admit they didn't know what I was talking about so they guessed and started walking to the right. "Other door."

"Well if you'd said the one on the left we would have understood." Karen quipped and then stepped through the door into a bedroom. It was similar to the way her bedroom had been decorated when she was eighteen, there were posters on the walls for Eminem and Linken Park as well as some movie posters. The queen sized bed was covered with stuffed animals, most of them bears. One in particular stood out, a bear dressed up as a gangster, he even had a feathered fedora and a guitar case with a tommy gun inside. 

"Cute." Karen paused and looked at herself she was suddenly wearing a red plaid skirt that didn't quite cover her white cotton panties. Her socks came up to her knees and she was wearing red high tops as well. Her shirt was a white button up tied up beneath her breasts and her hair was done in pig tails with big ribbons. "Ok these shoes with this outfit just will not do." She shook her head and walked over to the mirrored closet and opened it. "I'll pick out some shoes, you need to get Nikki in here."

"Oh. . .right. Come on in Nikki." Nikki stepped through the door and shut it behind her. She was just a pallet swap from Karen though, her hair was done in the same pig tails, her skirt was the same inch too short to be considered decent but she was wearing a pair of shiny black high tops, the same as Karen had just chosen out of the closet. Her skirt and her ribbons were a bright blue though instead of red. 

"So what are we going to do for you today Master?" Nikki asked She was enjoying her own reflection in the mirror, posing several times.

"Well some one wants to see a story with an incest family. It starts with you two lezzing out though. I'll explain it as we go along, by the way since I want the twins aspect played up Karen, you're Ashley for this story and Nikki, you're Astrid."

"I can deal with that." Karen/Ashley said with a smile. "It's been a while Nikki." She turned towards her friend and cupped Astrid's face pulling her close and gently kissing the other girl. Her tongue glided in to meet her sister's twisting between them. 

"Pssst. I said her name is Astrid for this story!" Karen shot me a dirty glance but otherwise she kept at it. "That's it girls." I was already getting hard watching the two of them and the fun hadn't even really started. Nikki/Astrid was enjoying the kiss but her hands were wandering Karen's finally getting to the bottom of the tied shirt, she didn't untie it though, she just yanked it down so Karen/Ashley's breasts were freed and then she did the same to herself. The girls made sure to crush their breasts against each other.

"Hey sis, lay back I want to eat your pussy." Astrid said pushing her sister down onto the bed. When Karen looked up at her sister her eyes were hooded over with lust and she'd caught her lower lip between her teeth. "You're such a slut sis."

"I know you are but what am I?" Karen/Ashley replied with a smile. Slowly she spread her legs until she was nearly doing the splits and reached down pulling her panties out of the way and then reaching back to peel her lips open. "Come on, don't you want to eat my pink taco?" Ashley teased. Astrid responded by climbing onto the bed and pushing her face straight into her sister's twat. "Right there, stick your fucking tongue in my pussy!" Ashley hissed. Her sister did just that. She stretched her tongue out as far as she could manage and started stabbing into Ashley's pussy. 

"Do you still have Master Bear?" Astrid asked. Ashley nodded and knocked several of the stuffed animals aside. There was a bear wearing a black leather vest and matching hat. The thing that really stood out about the bear though was the fact that it had a strap on, actually a pair of strap ons, one worn appropriately around it's waist and the other was worn over it's head, basically giving it a ridiculously long nose. Astrid grabbed the bear and started pushing Master Bear's face into Ashley. Slowly she stretched her sister out with the dildo keeping her tongue glued Ashley's clit.

"Oh shit! Sis, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Ashley moaned reaching down and rubbing her fingers over her mound. 

"Then cum!" Astrid pulled Master Bear out of Ashley offering the now glistening dildo up to her sisters mouth. Her fingers replaced the dildo curling inside her sister. Ashley was so wet that Astrid's fingers were literally sloshing inside her. "Cum!" Astrid shouted pumping her fingers so fast her hand was almost a blur. 

Ashley screamed and threw her head back when her orgasm fired through her, her entire body with through a violent spasm that arched her back. Clear fluid started shooting out of her pussy onto her sister's face partially smattering Astrid's hair to her face. Her left leg was twitching as she finally relaxed. 

If either girl had been quieter or facing the door they would have known that they weren't alone anymore. There mother was. . ."Wait, cut, stop!" Karen hissed.

"What is it? You were doing so well!" I groaned.

"You're not putting my mom in this story. For starters I don't want you thinking that way about my mother and second it's just gross." She sat up and grabbed Nikki's face and kissed her. "I love you. I didn't know I could squirt." Karen gasped. "I can't feel my legs at all."

"I wasn't going to use your mom anyway. Since Nikki's mom is white I was just going to go with a standard big tits blonde. It doesn't really matter what we name her, I think I was just going to have you two call her Mom." I explained. The woman standing in the doorway was silent and still. She wasn't even breathing.

Nikki finally sat up and turned around. "Either bring her to life or send her away, they kinda creep me out when they are like that."

"Okay okay. Her name is Annette, you know like that pornstar."

"Hi." Annette spoke almost instantly. She had a thick accent, one of those lesser traveled Eastern European countries. She was wearing a gold colored silk robe that just barely covered up her perfect tits. The bottom was actually just beneath her navel, her clean shaven pussy just bared for her daughter's to see. "Why I'm dressed this way?" She complained but she made no move to cover herself up.

"Because you're a porn star who had twins, you're a fuck slut and that's how fuck sluts dress okay? Shit." I spat at my newest creation. "You only have to deliver a few lines and then you can get the fuck out of here anyway."

"So what is she going to do?" Karen asked.

"If you'd get back into character Ashley, you'd find out soon enough what the plan is."

"Okay okay." She leaned back down onto the bed and pulled her sister Astrid's face back between her legs. The last remnants of her orgasm passed and she slowly looked up. "Holy shit Mom!" She scrambled trying to find something to cover herself with. 

Astrid slipped off the bed and quickly pulled her shirt closed around her breasts. "It's not. . ." She scrambled for the words to say to her mother who'd just caught her and her sister.

"It's okay. Me and your aunt were the same way." Mom replied with a smile. "If you want to keep secret you should be quiet Ashley. I bet neighbors hear." Her daughter blushed hotly. "Your Father's birthday is coming up soon. I think you girls do this for him on his birthday and whatever else he wants." Mom smiled. "Just a thought." Mom said then turned and walked out of the room.

"You want us to fuck out Dad?" Nikki snarled twisting her lip slightly.

"Yeah that's the basic plan, his birthday gift is his twin daughters competing to get him off."

"I'm down." Karen replied a little too quickly. "But only if he'll spank me. It gets me wet just thinking about Daddy's great big dick inside me." She grinned and started twisting her hips. Are we going to do a dress rehearsal for that? Please?" 

"I dunno, I'm not really in the mood right now." I responded. "I want to play some Street Fighter, I'm getting pretty good at it actually."

"Please Sean, please." She started wriggling her hips and then got down on her hands and knees and started crawling out the door and down the hall towards the double doors that had to be the master bed room. "Daddy I have an upset tummy and I need some cum to make me feel better."

"Where do you need that cum baby girl?" The man speaking didn't really look like either of their real fathers. It wasn't even a mixture of them both. That might partially be because of the incredible respect that I have for Karen's father. He's a great man and I hope that I someday measure up to that man. He'll never read this, and it's likely that nobody who knows him will ever read this so I'm allowed to gush a little bit. He is one of the best men I've known in my life, if I had a problem I'd ask my father and then I'd ask him. At this point I don't know if he'd help me or not, it's not like I didn't break his daughter's heart and on some level I doubt he approves of her husband and it's my fault that I didn't step up and do something but still. I'm sorry, I'm rambling. I should tell you what he did look like, not why he doesn't look like Karen's father.

He was probably a bit young looking to be their father, he didn't look to be much older than thirty and he was in shape, the kind of shape that only a man who retired from the military could possibly have maintained. The first thing most people would notice about him were his arms. Well tones arms with veins running the entire length of them. The next thing they would notice would be his hair, he had two inch long dread locks. Right then they were swept back because he'd just gotten back from work. That was obvious because he still had his white button up shirt on. He even still had his black tie on, it was loosened but not off yet. I'm not sure if he could easily tie it again, he was going to slip it off just like me until the next time he wore it.  

Karen wasn't really going to let the rest of him come into focus so I can't tell you the rest of it yet. I can tell you that he was wearing a pair of expensive leather shoes well shined because Karen pulled them off gently and set them aside. She followed that with his socks, gently kissing the tops of his feet then taking each of his toes in her mouth one at a time. "I'm Ashley again, back in character Sean!" She hissed.

Before I could correct myself Nikki. . .I mean Astrid had stepped into the frame and kissed her father on the lips pushing him down onto the bed until he was flat on his back and she was straddling him. Ashley looked up at her sister and narrowed her eyes jealously but said nothing, instead she unbuttoned Dad's pants and pull them, his boxers and Astrid's panties down and off in a single movement. "I want it anywhere you want it Daddy." Ashley said and then wrapped her lips around his hard cock and started noisily slurping on him. "But first you have to make sis cum." She purred pulling back just slightly to lap at his scrotum while guiding his cock into Astrid.

Astrid was of course happy about her current situation. What woman wasn't happy when she found herself sitting down on just over nine inches of man flesh? I can say for certain that Astrid wasn't one of those girls who wasn't happy about that kind of meat invading her body. She was ecstatic, so much so that Dad would have long scratches down his chest from where she clawed at him. The only sound I could really hear was her ass and his thighs colliding. I know Ashley was moaning as she ran her tongue over her Dad's sack all the way up to Astrid's puckered anus.. She loved her Dad and her Sister very much. "More!" Ashley gasped moving her head to rest on Astrid's plump ass her mouth open for whatever might come its way. 

"I think your sister deserves some." Dad said pulling his cock out of Astrid and thrusting it into Ashley's mouth. "Take it all girl." He put one hand on Ashley's head and skull fucked her hard enough that she was gagging and sputtering each time he pushed forward. Her drool ran out of her mouth and down the crack of Astrid's ass. Tears were running down her cheeks but she didn't try to pull away from her father or his cock. She didn't mind gagging for her dad and she knew he was getting off on the sound of his cock sliding in and out of her throat.

"Daddy, I need some more cock!" Astrid whined wriggling her bottom seductively. "I need it in my bum." She reached back pushing her sister away and capturing her father's cock between her cheeks grinding it there for a few moments before pushing the tip against her tight asshole. "That's it Daddy! Fuck my shit hole!" She squealed. "It's so big Daddy!" Astrid held her breath as she continued to force herself down driving Dad's cock deep into her. Ashley had a great up close view of her father's cock stretching Astrid's butthole wide open. It took her almost a full minute to get him all the way into her.

"Let me taste it!" Ashley begged moving so she could lick Dad's cock as it inched back out of Astrid's ass, occasionally sucking his sack into her mouth and swirling her tongue around them. "You like that don't you Daddy? You like the way her tight ass squeezes your big dick and my tongue feels against on your yummy stick?" She moaned still lashing her hungry tongue against everything she could get into her mouth. 




Muses Ch. 12



"Fuck yeah!" Dad growled sitting up and gripping Astrid's ass driving her up and down over his cock as fast as he could manage. "I hope you're ready for breakfast Ashley." Her hazel eyes widened in shock then hooded in desire as she watched her father's cock pulsing, loading her twin's asshole with his hot sticky semen. "Feed your sister Astrid." Astrid did as she was told pulling herself up off his cock and then positioning her still gaping ass over Ashley's open mouth and pushing. 

"Yummy, hurry up sis." Ashley moaned running her tongue around the rim of Astrid's rectum and slurping the cum out. "We should share." Ashley said holding the load on her tongue and standing up to kiss her twin. "Hey Sean, was that basically what you had in mind?"

"More or less yeah." I was still a bit hard from the scene. 

"I figured it was okay to go kinda porn star, I mean obviously this is pure fantasy I doubt any twins ever had anything like this happen to them." Karen added reaching up to wipe what was left of Dad's cum into her mouth and swallowing. "You know one thing that I love about story cum? It's always delicious." She stood up and walked out of the room picking, she picked up her musket and then walked out of the room. "I remembered what I was supposed to say back there by the way. Tinker tailor soldier sailor my bullet punishes without distinction!" She shouted pointing the musket down the street and firing. The bullet tore out of the gun and down the street dashing around like a ball in a pinball machine destroying everything on the street, cars, light posts, fire hydrants and every single window before it vanished into the horizon. "It's pretty cool. Wish I'd had one of these when you sent Broccoli after us."

"He would have just caught it in his teeth or dodged it." I replied off handed. "Well that's about it for right now. I sadly have to go worry about my real life problems for a minute."

"Don't lie, you're going to play Left 4 Dead."

"Yeah I am, and after that I'm going to watch some porn, those are both real life problems right now and problems I can solve. I can't do anything about Robert jerking me around now can I?" That was the last thing I said before I closed the computer. It would be one week, a new battery, and a new AC unit before I'd start writing again.



Muses Ch. 13



“Ladies I’d like to call you all together because honestly I don’t get a lot of chances like this where I have to talk to all of you.”  I said as I sat down behind my computer.  One thing I had noticed over the last few days was that I was starting to hear and see them even when I was away from my computer but it was still easiest to call them here at the monitor than any place else.  

	“I was wondering when you were going to spread the good news.”  Nikki purred.  She was wearing her orange overalls but the top was undone and tied around her waist as she lounged on the steel bunk of her prison wall.  “Well kinda good news.”

	“Hush.”  I chided her.  It was kinda weird, normally I envision entire rooms, disjointed many times but entire rooms still.  This was just a wall and next to it was another wall this one dirty plaster with a queen bed pushed up against it.  Karen was sprawled out on the bed wearing a pair of blue pajamas with cloud patterns on them.  “Hey Karen glad to see you could show up.”

	“Of course I’m here.”  She smiled and sat up against the wall looking over at Nikki for a moment.  “So are you finally going to spill?”

	“Yes because honestly it’s kind a good day.”  It was  a good day something that I’d been sorely missing for the last few months.  Granted it had been nothing even remotely comparable to the horror that had been two thousand and eight but it was about time that I had something really to smile about.  “Where do you want me to start?”

	The two girls looked at each other for a moment before Nikki spoke.  “I think we can all agree that my news is only good because its progress and start with me.”  She said.

	“In about two weeks Nikki gets to know what her sentence is.  I know it sounds bad but she’s already been in jail for a year.  A year exactly actually and since she chose to take the plea we knew she was going to serve some time it was just a matter of how much time she was going to serve.  It’ll be nice to know how long, exactly she’s going to be there.”  I said.  It felt kind of weird to be smiling about a friend going to prison but there it was.  It might not have been the light at the end of the tunnel but at least we were almost out of the cave, at least we knew for sure that there was a tunnel and that counted for something.

	“It’s more than just that Sean.”  Nikki said standing up from her bunk and pulling her jump suit off to reveal a pair of jeans beneath.  “I get to wear clothes again, and shoes.  I can have a television, a radio, a typewriter.  I can receive care packages.  I can take college courses and get time off for good behavior.  At the end of the month they are going to let me out of Purgatory.”  She smiled.  “I’ll know how long it is that we have to go on like this.” 

	“You’ve always been like this you know.  In the soon to be thirteen years that I’ve known you this is all you’ve ever been.”  I replied maybe a bit too soberly.  It was true though, we’d met on the internet and we’d only met in the flesh on one occasion.  It was the weekend before she committed her crime.  That weekend had been more awkward than anything else, I mostly remember that I got head butted for grabbing her ass.  “It’s probable that this is all we’ll ever be.”

	“Don’t say that.  It may have taken the end of the world for me to realize it but you’re what I want.”  She smiled warmly.  “You’re the reason none of my other relationships worked out you know?  You’re the reason why my fiancée left me and why I didn’t cry when he did.  I didn’t love him.  I love you and only you and I’ve only ever loved you.”  She looked over at Karen and smiled. “I know you love her and I’m ready to accept that.  It took a long time.”

	“It took you going to prison and being afraid that nobody would ever love you again.  I love you Nikki.  I love you all day and all night.  I love you when you’re a bitch and when you’re scared.  I’ll always love you but it’s hard to really trust you right now.”  I closed by eyes for a moment.  Sadly that only works with real people, when you’re dealing with an overactive hallucination it just makes them that much more vivid.  “It feels like the only reason you’re so in love with me is because everybody else has abandoned you.”

	Nikki paused looking over at Karen, then at the floor unable to form words or coherent thoughts for a few moments.  “If you don’t trust me. . .”

	“It’s not that.”

	“It is.  I’m telling you how I feel day after day, week after week, month after month and very soon it will be year after year and still you don’t believe me!”  Suddenly Karen vanished and the prison walls grew around Nikki caging her in completely. “Because of this?”  She made a sweeping motion to seemingly mile high concrete enclosure.  “You think I’m a liar because I’m in here?”

	“It makes it a lot easier.  I mean ever other letter you’re telling me that you wouldn’t have any hard feelings if I decided to bolt on you.  You don’t believe me when I tell you that I’ll still be here as your friend, your love or your master whatever you want when you get out.  These things, these fucking walls they make lying real easy!”  Without even being fully aware of it I had stepped into the prison and yanked Nikki to her feet.  “It’s not just lying to me that I’m worried about.  You could just as easily be lying to yourself.”

	“Why would I lie to myself?”  She hissed pushing me away.

	“People do it all the time Nikki.  It makes life easier.”  I pushed her up against the wall and pinned her there with one arm.  “See it makes it easier.  Maybe you’re telling me you love me because you think it’ll keep me around.  I am the only person writing you.  Maybe you think you love me because you’re all alone and scared.”  I reached up and grabbed her shirt and tore it open.  

	“Maybe I love you just like I say I do!  Maybe the reason why I worked so hard to find you when you were in the military is because I love you.  Maybe the reason why I’m twenty five and unmarried is because I was yours and no other man was worthy of marrying me!”  She shouted.  She was trying to wriggle away from me but she wasn’t close to as strong as me.  It was easy to hold her in place and tear her clothing off her bit by bit.  Nikki didn’t say anything about the fact that I was stripping her down to nothing.  “Did it ever cross your mind that I love you?”

	“Yes it did.”  I stepped back from her for a moment.  “Truth is I believe you love me and I’m scared of what that means.  What best case scenario you’ll be out in under ten years?  That’s a long time to be in a long distance relationship.”  I walked over to the nearest wall and put my fist into it up to the shoulder and then tore a chunk the size of a Buick out.    “These walls make a difference.  No matter how much I love you there after we get past a few hundred miles between us there is six feet of steel reinforced concrete put there with just one purpose as far as I’m concerned.  To keep you away from me.”

	“If you love me.”

	“I love you.  I’m also a man and I’m not apologizing for that fact I’m just making it known.  If tomorrow I stumble on a girl who happens to have an addiction to cock I’m not going to turn her away. You keep telling me that you understand, that you don’t care but you do.”

	“How do you know?  I’ve shared you since we met.  It’s always been you me and here that’s always been good enough!”  Nikki  walked over and knelt at my feet.  “I told you I was finally ready to be your slave.  If you show me the way I will follow you to the end of the Earth.  You are my reason for going on.  I love my children and I want nothing but the best for them but they aren’t my reason.  You are. You!”  She wrapped her arms around my calf holding tightly to me.  “When I get up in the morning you’re the first thought in my head and the last one before I sleep and you want to know what else?”

	I paused for a moment looking down at her.  “What?”

	It was her turn to pause and her eyes filled with tears.  “I’m alive because of you.  Remember when I first got in here and they kept putting me on suicide watch?”  I nodded.  I remembered that fear a lot better than I liked.  For two weeks I’d wake up with a cold rock in my stomach and I wouldn’t be able to sleep because I just knew she was gone.  Then I’d get a letter and it would be okay for a while but then it would be back just as quickly because Nikki would be talking about hurting herself again.  They had to keep her disarmed basically. No belts, or strings of any kind, and her clothing was all made of some flimsy material designed to rip if she tried to make a noose out of it.  “They still let me write you and color for you.  Every day when I was sitting around I’d take the pen and I’d push it up against my jugular.  Everyday I thought about how easy it would be to just end it.  Just rip through my own throat and end it right then and there but I didn’t because I knew it would disappoint you.”

	I didn’t know what to say to that then and I still don’t now.  I don’t know what the proper response is to a person telling you that you are the reason they’re still alive.  I know that Nikki’s not real, but she’s usually right about the woman who inspired her.  I sank down to my knees wrapped my arms around and kissed her softly on her forehead.  “I’m not going anywhere Nikki.  Not now not ever.  Now come on, it’s time that you went on to find out exactly what your sentence is going to be.  It’s time we started looking to the future together.”

	“What about Karen?”

	“Karen in here I love and she’ll always be around but real girl.  She’s married she has to rescue herself before I can do anything for her.  It was a mistake for me to even try any other course of action.  Maybe she doesn’t need saving, maybe she’s exactly where she’s supposed to be.”  I don’t know if I believed that at the time.  I knew it but I’m not sure if I believed it but it helped to say it out loud.

	That’s all there is to say about this leg of the journey.  It ended just like that with me realizing what I needed to do.  Karen was fine where she was and thinking about her wasn’t helping.  Hopefully she was happy and if she wasn’t then she knew how to find me.  Nikki could use my help right now and I was her lifeline and I was not going to abandon her.  Hell would freeze over before I let that happen but that’s another chapter for another time.