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Company Hates Misery

By: bb1212



It had started as a force, a power that fed on the despair from the lost souls wandering the wastelands of transition. But transition was not the final place, and eventually the despairing souls would find the way to pass through and new ones would appear to take their place. The force had learned to reason and to manipulate, it had learned that there were ways of delaying the souls in transition so the force could feed off them for longer. Thus the force grew stronger. It developed substance, and then identified individual tasks that fragmented it into separate elements. The elements began to take the form that the human souls remembered; they grew to look like people. As the elements got stronger they got better at assuming the characteristics of humans until, after many centuries, they were identical in every way. They learned to speak to the souls in their own language, and they developed effective tricks to make the agonised souls stay in transition, thinking that there was no other choice. These souls usually thought they had been banished to Hell. As the misery around them compounded the elements became more like individuals. The force was stronger than ever but it was no longer a single entity, it was now made up of a collection of individuals all working to the common good. But the elements also developed human characteristics, and some of them became bored. Sure they could manipulate the pathetic souls using tricks like assuming the looks of long lost loved ones, but this was prone to backfiring. The elements soon realised that in the same way as the despair made them stronger, if the soul became happy it made them weaker and drained their power. But they were bored, and they looked beyond their traditional limits.

The force had watched carefully as humans had evolved. It had observed them through the thin divider of life, something the souls in transition were not able to do. And the force saw that despair was not just in the realm of the dead, it was also strong in the waiting room that the humans called life. 

It was during a drought that the collective despair of thousands of dying humans had brought a large number of elements to the divider, and the weight of their primal desire had unexpectedly allowed them to pass through. The force had finally found a way into the world of the living. The elements drank greedily from the misery of the living, it was brighter, fresher, and made them swell with something they had never experienced, that thing that the humans called life. The elements stayed for as long as they could, but then rain clouds approached, and the delectable misery started give way to hope, and the elements had to flee. They used the same method to find their way back through the divider as they had to come through. All the elements that had stayed behind in transition then felt the increased power and strength of the others as they returned. The return was a surprise to the elements still in transition, because they could only see humans through the divider, they could not see their own elements.

The elements had repeated the foray many times, and they had learned some very hard lessons too. To be near a happy human was painful, to be near an ecstatic human was debilitating, and the number of humans affected multiplied the result. Once there were about ten elements amongst the crowd at a huge jousting contest. Twice his stronger and more skilled opponent, who was an arrogant oppressor of the common people, had knocked down the popular local knight. But he had remounted for one last desperate try. The elements were breathing deeply, sucking in the despair of the crowd as their battered hero rocked precariously in the saddle, barely able to hold his lance. As the horses galloped toward each other the elements prepared for the banquet that waited when the hero fell for the last time, but somehow the injured knight brought his heavy lance up, striking his opponent a fatal blow. The crowd's despair became instant jubilation, and almost all the elements were destroyed, simply disappearing. It was the single biggest loss of power that the force had ever experienced, and the two surviving elements joined other elements that were elsewhere during the tournament. It had been established that there needed to be about twenty elements clustered together to enable them to return through the divider, but they had just enough and were able to pass on the clear warning. 

The force learned to only ever bet on a sure thing. They would enter the land of the living humans when there was a major disaster, natural or man made, which ensured that where they were going they would feed well and in safety. There were still risks involved, and a major one was that the elements had all the attributes of real humans when they went through the divider. During wars a number of the elements were shot or blown up, and they were injured and died in the same way as the humans around them, each time losing a small bit of the total force. But the overall net result of the visits was to make the force stronger, so they continued. If an element was injured when the rest had to return then it could not go with them, and could not get through the divide alone, so it remained. Because it was alone and invisible from the other side it too disappeared forever to the main part of the force. But some of these stragglers learned to survive, usually only very briefly, amongst living humans.

The rise of terrorism was a mixed blessing for the force. It did perpetrate major horrific acts that created misery and despair, giving the visiting elements places to feed, but it also gave desperate minorities some hope, when previously they may have fallen into despair. The mothers always grieved when their beloved sons died, but when they died a martyr, with explosives strapped to their bodies, the mothers also had a perverse hope. Misery remained, but it was no longer so thoroughly entrenched within individual populations.

Sally had very little chance from the start. Her mother was a drug addicted single mother who sold her body to make the money she needed to feed her habit. The short, skinny girl with the tattered clothes and matted dirty blonde hair grew up in a poor neighbourhood virtually unsupervised. She sometimes went to school, but was teased mercilessly and called 'rag doll' by the more fortunate kids. She never had the money for the required books, so she skipped classes more and more often. Sally wasn't clever, but she also wasn't dumb, and she was a keen observer of people. Sally could often guess what motivated individual people, just by watching them from a distance. She was a late developer physically, and kept her spindly and underfed boy's figure until she was into her late teens. This allowed Sally to watch a number of her friends suddenly becoming attractive to the neighbourhood boys, and she saw the power of sexuality used and abused by both sexes. Sally suddenly sprouted when she was eighteen. She had been working at the Tasty Chickee fast food place for a few years, but the addition of pert 36C breasts to her very slight frame became a major problem. The men all suddenly wanted her, and Sally's boss was a man. 

Sally was a realist, she had seen her mother selling her body, and knew that sex was just another physical exercise. She also knew that where money wasn't involved, then usually the woman had the power to say no. Unfortunately for Sally, her boss was an arrogant and very strong man.

"Sally, come here, I want to talk to you," Dave said, leering at her too small shirt, which was straining to hold her chest in as she swept the green tiled floor. She shuddered, knowing he was going to try and paw her again, but she had no choice, payday was tomorrow and she desperately needed the money. The other workers had all left for the night, and the lights were dimmed in the front. Sally walked into the storeroom that had Dave's desk in it, and he motioned for her to close the door. She shrugged and did.

"Yes?" she asked, her voice trembling. Sally was scared of Dave, he had the power to fire her and cut off her money supply. He looked at her appraisingly for a moment. Sally was about five six he supposed, and very thin. Her hips had filled out a bit when her chest had, and he had made sure that her uniforms were always much too small. Dave liked them young, although he would never touch a girl under eighteen, he didn't want to go to jail. But Sally was eighteen now, and her mother was a whore; she knew what it was all about. Dave pointed to some clothes on his desk.

"You wanted a bigger uniform, there it is," he said pleasantly. Sally smiled, and Dave knew he had tricked her.

"Thanks Dave," Sally said happily, and she picked up the clothes and turned to leave.

"No,' Dave said, his deep voice grating, "you have to leave the old uniform here." Sally paused, realising he was taking this to a new level. She shrugged.

"OK,' she said, "I'll just go and get changed." 

"No," Dave said again. "The lights are out; you'll have to get changed in here if you want it." He grinned triumphantly, knowing he was going to see the girl in her underwear. Sally quivered inside. Her bra was old, and had holes in it. It hid virtually nothing. She looked at Dave, who was standing just a couple of steps away next to his desk. He was a big man, six foot or so with broad arms and legs and a beer belly that made his shirt hang down like a curtain in front of his jeans. She knew he was very strong, and could also move deceptively quickly.

"I'll wait until tomorrow then," Sally said nervously, putting the clothes back down and edging toward the door, but Dave grabbed her arm viciously.

"No," he said menacingly, "I went to all the trouble of getting this uniform, you'll put it on now." Sally wriggled futilely in his strong grip, tears rising.

"I don't want to," she cried desperately. Dave looked at her through narrowed eyes.

"Either you take this off," he said, rubbing his hand across her breast, "or I will." Sally looked at him pleadingly, but there was no sympathy in his eyes, just determination. He waited as she struggled with her thoughts, and smiled cruelly when she nodded miserably. 

Dave let go of her arm and positioned himself in front of the door. This, he thought, was going to be good. He watched as Sally went to the desk and turned around to undo the buttons on her top. "Face me," he said, wanting a better view of those lovely tits. Sally froze again. She knew he could do anything to her here and no one would help her. It was just after nine, but the buildings beside them and the road at the front were deserted at this time of night. All right, she decided, squaring her shoulders in determination, let him look, she would get changed as quickly as possible and get this over with. She turned to face Dave and undid the buttons of her tiny top. She saw him scowl at her expression of revulsion to him, and wondered if she should try to appear friendlier, but that would only make him think he could get away with more. Sally slipped the top off and stood there defiantly as she reached around for the new one to quickly cover herself. Dave almost laughed at the pathetic bra she was wearing. It was white and would have been modest if it wasn't both too small for her and full of holes. Her creamy skin poked out tantalisingly, and on one side he could see the dark pink of her areola. His penis stirred as his illicit excitement rose. "Skirt first," he snapped harshly as her hand found the new top, and she looked disdainfully at him before reaching for the clip at her hip. She was an arrogant bitch, Dave thought, and he might have to make her suffer a bit more. Sally's short skirt dropped to the floor and she stepped out of it. Her underwear was old, but intact, and Dave's penis grew more as he saw the small triangle of fabric clinging to her young and inviting mound.

"Seen enough?" Sally asked in an angry voice, and she slipped the new shirt on and started to do up the buttons quickly. She noticed that it was only about one size bigger, and was still far too small for her. Dave moved to her suddenly and he bent down to kiss her. He wanted to tease her a bit, and break down that rebellious attitude, but Sally turned away, her face wrinkling in disgust. "Don't touch me," she shouted angrily, and Dave snapped. His hand came across quickly, delivering a heavy slap to the side of her face. Sally, who hadn't seen it coming, staggered in pain and shock.

"What's the matter bitch?" Dave shouted. "Think you're too good for the likes of me?" He breathed deeply as Sally shook her head, trying to clear it. "You're just another whore like your mother, and if I want to touch you I fucking will." Dave reached for the new shirt and pulled it open; tearing off the two buttons she had managed to do up. His huge hairy hands grabbed her breasts through her bra, and in another fit of rage Dave grabbed it and pulled. 

"No," Sally cried in desperation, but the old and weak material tore and Dave finally had a view of those tits he had stared at so often when she was working. They were magnificent, and he squeezed them harshly, making Sally cry in pain as he left red finger marks on her tender young body. Dave's cock was hard now, so hard that it was almost painful. He decided she was going to suck it, and as one hand squeezed her brutally the other reached down and undid his pants. Sally didn't see as he released his cock from his pants. Her head was ringing, her eyes were watering and her body burned with pain. Dave pushed her to her knees, and she collapsed down gratefully, thinking it was over, but it wasn't.

"Suck it bitch," he commanded and she felt his sweaty and sticky cock push against her lips. The stench was overpowering, and Sally turned away gagging. Her obvious revulsion infuriated Dave even further. "You fucking stuck up whore," he shouted, dragging her to her feet by her hair. Sally screamed in pain, but Dave was beyond caring. His left hand held her hair and his right crossed and delivered another stunning blow to Sally's face. As she reeled again he shoved her backwards onto the desk, and then savagely tore her underwear off, revealing a well-formed pussy with a very light sprinkling of blonde hair. She struggled feebly to cover up but the strong man levered her legs apart, and with an animal cry of triumph he shoved his hard cock into her unprepared pussy. Sally screamed again as Dave savagely pulled out and then once again buried himself full length into her hot body. Fortunately for Sally she was not a virgin, but she had only had sex twice before, and that had been with a fair amount of preparation and lubricant. At least Dave's cock was quite small, she thought as he plunged brutally into her over and over. Suddenly a switch in Sally's mind shut down, she saw the ceiling, she saw the shelves stacked with boxes, she saw the tattered light shade around the hanging bulb, but she was able to totally block out the sensation of the fucking she was getting. Sally was still gasping for air, but she had stopped crying out, and this was another thing that enraged Dave. He was fucking her and she was ignoring him, almost as if nothing was happening. Dave knew his cock was quite small, some women had even laughed at him when they saw it, and that was why he chose the very young ones now, the inexperienced girls who screamed and sighed like it was huge. He took Sally's sudden silence as an insult and he struck her repeatedly on the face as he fucked her as hard as he could. Sally grunted when his hand struck her, but showed no other sign of noticing him. In Sally's hot, tight and half dry pussy Dave lasted only a few minutes before he shot his load inside her, bucking wildly. But then, as he looked down at the bleeding face of the girl he had raped he realised this could be a real problem. 

"Get dressed bitch," he growled and Sally looked around, dazed and found the new skirt and top he had given her. Her underwear was wrecked, and there were buttons missing on the shirt, but she stood up and dressed mechanically, ignoring Dave totally. Sally's mind was still reeling and she just wanted to get out of there. "If you ever tell anyone about this I'm going to kill you and your whore of a mother," Dave threatened. She looked at him, mouth and nose bleeding, and just walked out past him. "I mean it bitch," he shouted angrily. "And don't ever come near here again." The snarling voice barely registered as Sally got out and then ran away from the Tasty Chickee as quickly as she could.

Half an hour later Sally got home. Her face ached, and her mind was numb. Too numb to see Jim's pickup parked nearby. Jim was one of her mother's regulars, a snivelling man who had no teeth and very little hair left, even though he was only in his thirties. He always groped Sally if she was home when he got there, so she usually stayed out of sight, but this time she walked right in. Sally's mother was naked on the lounge, lying back with that glazed look of having just had a fresh hit. Jim had just put his shorts on when Sally came through the door crying. She had wiped off most of the blood, and her damaged top barely covered her bra-less breasts.

"Wowee Marlene," he said as he saw the young girl. "What say I gives you another forty and I gets that little girl of yours?" Sally reeled back in shock.

"No," she cried, "please say no."

"It'll do you good," Sally's mother said dreamily, "and we need the money." Sally turned to run, but Jim grabbed her quickly.

"You heard your mother," he crowed, "we's gonna have us some fun."

For the second time that night a man who revolted her raped Sally, and nobody cared. Except Sally.

The group of elements mingled with the crowd at the late night memorial service for the children. There still were no bodies to bury, but the families had gathered together for mutual comfort and support. The air was heavy with suffering, and the elements sniffed appreciatively. They could feel their strength increasing, and an hour and a half later they left the church, and prepared to return to transition. In confusion one element accidentally stepped into the path of a passing car. It never saw what hit it. The others left it behind, knowing there was nothing they could do.

A dark shadow approached the back of the Tasty Chickee. There was a dim light from a storeroom at the back, and a small car was still in the car park. The shadow knew where the old cooking oil was stored. There were rules about the storage, but most places ignored them. The shadow busied itself for a few minutes, and then stepped back. There was the brief flash of a lighter, and then the shadow threw something bright into a pile of rubbish at the rear of the building. The shadow became a silhouette as the building erupted in flames, but by now it was even later in the evening, and there was still no one around to see. 

The element was doomed, and it knew it. The human body had broken its neck, and it was in the back of an ambulance rushing to a nearby hospital.

"What is your name?" the paramedic asked.

"Huh?" the element replied, it didn't have a name.

"Do you remember your name?"

"No."

Sally had the pedal down and the old Ford was rattling and groaning. She knew they would be after her soon, and she had to get to the city, dump the car and disappear. She didn't feel guilty for taking it; her mother wasn't going to need it again. Sally had been tempted to take Jim's pickup, but had decided against it because she was used to the automatic. She had $240 that she had retrieved from her mother's purse and Jim's wallet, she had a very small bag of personal belongings, and the Ford had a full tank. Sally would be over the state line in about two hours, and would be at the city in another two hours, if the car held together long enough. By daylight she would be lost in the crowds. Sally knew she now had to live on the streets, her ID was useless, and as soon as it was seen she would be caught. But she could make money, and Sally shuddered at the thought. She knew what she would have to do, but even now her face hurt more than her pussy, she would do it for a while and find a way to get further away, somewhere where the nights events would never catch up with her.


Company Hates Misery



The nurse looked at the figure in traction. As he went under she had asked him what his name was, and he had clearly said 'Misery'. Reluctantly she wrote the word on the form next to 'name'. He was injured badly, a broken neck and internal injuries, but he had not asked for painkillers. His attitude looked like he was resigned to his fate, and that he expected to die. They would get him into surgery now, and find out if he was right. She shook her head, her black hair not moving at all from the carefully sculptured and set style.

Sally left the keys in the ignition. With a bit of luck the car would be stolen and driven a long way away. She had deliberately left half a tank in it, just so this could happen. She picked up her bag and walked off quickly. She would survive on the money she had until her face had healed and she could go to work. No drugs, Sally decided, she would never use drugs, because that was what had destroyed her mother. It wasn't the job that had made her what she was, and that had led her to do what she had done, it was the drugs. Sally disappeared into the dawn.

The element returned. It did not know where it had been; it had just been gone. In transition there was no such thing as sleep, and the force had heard humans talk about it, but it really did not understand the concept. The element realised it was still held in place by the straps, traction someone had called it, but even if it could get away there was nowhere to go. The element knew two things for sure; the first was it couldn't get back to transition, because it took a lot of elements at once to get through the divider, and the second was that the other elements could no longer see it. Elements this side of the divider could not be seen by elements on the other side. The element was doomed.

Unless?

A vague idea turned up. In the land of the living humans elements could identify each other if they got close enough. The elements only crossed the divider to areas of major despair. If this element could survive long enough for its body to heal, then it just had to go to an area of despair, find some other elements, and return with them. It was quite simple really...

"You're awake then," a voice interrupted the elements thoughts. It looked up at a woman in a white uniform. They were nurses, it reminded itself. They healed broken bodies, so they might be useful. The element liked this nurse, she was grumpy all the time, and didn't hurt the element with the blinding happiness and hope that some of them had.

"Yes," the element agreed. Awake, it pondered, then it must have been asleep before.

"It's good news," the nurse continued. "I should let the doctor tell you, but I'm sure you are anxious."

"Very," the element agreed un-anxiously.

"There were damaged vertebrae," the nurse said, "and we had to fuse them. But the spinal cord is intact, and you should be able to walk again in a few months." The element converted minutes into hours, hours into days and days into months. It would never survive that long without feeding it realised. The element gave up, and drifted back off to somewhere else.

Terrence dropped the twins off at their usual corner. He was amazed with how much money they made for him, and he parked a distance away, watching carefully for a while in case another whore tried to attack them. Or another pimp tried to steal them. There was a light tap on his window, and Terrence reached for his automatic as he turned, not taking it out in case it was cops. He didn't get much trouble from the cops around here, he paid the right money to the right people, but there were still sometimes the foreigners who wanted to make a name for themselves. There was a girl at the window, and she was showing him both hands. Terrence looked around carefully, wondering if another pimp had sent her to distract him, but there was nobody else near his car. He hit a button and rolled the window down. The girl was small, and a bit grubby. She had good features, blonde hair and big tits. A cop he decided, under cover. He kept his hand on the reassuring steel in his belt.

"Yeah?" he said.

"You're a pimp right?' the girl asked. She sounded cute, but nervous.

"Nah," he said dismissively. "But you got to be a cop." To his surprise she laughed.

"A cop?" she seemed to be considering the idea, and wondering why he would think that, then the light came on. "Ah," she said, "entrapment." Terrence tried not to smile, but one corner of his mouth didn't listen to his brain. Either she was a real good actress, or she wasn't a cop. The girl thought for a moment, and then looked around carefully. She pulled her top up and Terrence was suddenly looking at a superb pair of tits. "Would a cop do that?" the girl asked, not covering up again.

"Uh...no." It wasn't often that Terrence was lost for words, but it was happening now.

"I want to get on the game," the girl explained, "but I don't know the rules around here. I need someone to look after me, you know, make sure I don't get hurt or busted. Interested?" Her nipples were looking at him.

"Sure," Terrence said, "get in." Finding girls was the hardest part of his job; he had never had one find him before.

An hour later Sally was holding her legs up, keeping her ankles next to her ears. Terrence had a very big cock, and it was stretching her inexperienced pussy open on every stroke. She smiled at him and moaned. 'Make 'em think you're impressed,' Sally's mother had said.

"Fuck you're tight," Terrence grunted, his gold chains swinging with the rhythm of his cock. 

"Oh, yeah," Sally moaned. "Fill me up with that huge cock." She had often heard her mother servicing her clients, and she knew what was required. She wondered if she should fake an orgasm, but decided to practice that on her Johns first. 

The pimp had driven her to his place without saying much, and had sent her to the shower to clean up. She had walked back out naked and he had just nodded and led her to the bedroom. Like the rest of his house it was huge and expensively furnished. Sally had dropped down on the bed, sinking in. 'It's soft,' she had giggled, 'I'm not,' he had replied.

It had been half an hour now, and the pimp showed no sign of finishing yet. Sally realised that she didn't actually know his name.

"What's your name?" she asked the man who was fucking her deeply. He grinned, he actually liked this one, and she was a good looker too.

"Terrence," he grunted. "Not Terry, not Teddy, just Terrence, what's yours?" He shortened his strokes so he could get more stimulation around the head. Sally knew she had to change her name, but she hadn't thought what to.

"I... uh," she stammered, trying to think of a new name.

"It's OK," Terrence said. "We'll think of one." He pulled out, and rolled her over onto her stomach.

"Not the ass," Sally said firmly, and Terrence slipped his cock back into her pussy. It was even tighter in this position.

"If I was a John," Terrence asked, "and you came to my window what would you say?" He squeezed her ass cheeks as he fucked her, wondering when he would fuck her ass. He guessed it was a cherry, and it would be a waste for a heavy-handed John to pop it.

"Uh, how 'bout 'Would you like some company?', does that sound right?" Terrence smiled.

"Company," he said with satisfaction, "we'll call you Company." Company nodded agreement, and Sally was gone.

Company walked up to the open window of the white Toyota. She walked carefully, her ass still hurt, but Terrence had refused to let her work until he had used it, and Company was out of money.

"Do you want some Company hon?" she asked, thrusting her chest toward the man. He was in his forties she guessed, dressed like a teacher, and most likely married.

"Uh, how much?" he asked nervously.

Terrence watched Company get into the car. It was her first customer, and definitely wouldn't be her last. He had found her hard to deal with, she hadn't been desperate, and had actually negotiated his cut down. Sure, she had to pay him back for the clothes and stuff, but she would do well, and so would he. She had actually got angry at him when he had offered her some weed to calm her down before working, so he wouldn't have a hold on her as her dealer either. He would have to find something, or he would lose her.

It was two weeks after the operation, and the element was fading away. Only the element knew why. They had put food into its body, but that only kept the body going. It needed to feed; it hadn't since the service, before it got hit. The curtains were drawn around the next bed, and there was a murmur of a voice as the doctor spoke, and then a sudden wailing. The element stirred, and sniffed cautiously. The wailing continued and an old woman blindly came out from behind the curtain. She bumped the bed, and just sat down. The element sniffed deeply, her despair was thick in the air. Energy started to return. Then the woman did something totally unexpected. She picked up the element's hand and squeezed it. The power sizzled. The force had never realised how much better the energy transferred with direct contact. The element now knew what it had to do to survive.

Company looked at the car cruising slowly up the street. She called this one Ralph. Ralph came by every week, but only picked up a girl every second week. Company assumed he was paid fortnightly, and the other visits were just for titillation. Ralph liked the chubby girls with the big butts, so Company had never been picked. She thought about the other girls working tonight, and wondered which one he would take. It was a pay week. Ruby she decided, he would pick Ruby because those clinging shorts accented her already ample rear. Just then a car pulled up to the kerb. Company sauntered over. Older model car, a bit battered and a headlight out she observed. Not much chance of it being a cop. She looked in at a kid driving, who was most likely not yet twenty.  

"Hi love," she purred, "do you want some Company?" The kid was actually shaking.

"Uh, how much?" he stammered.

"That depends on what you want." They spoke for a short while and then Company slipped into the passenger seat. They had agreed on oral only, in the car, and at a pretty good price. She thought she would get this one off real quick; he was too inexperienced to hold back for long. Maybe fifteen minutes and she would be back on the beat. "Turn right here honey," Company said in her sexiest voice, grabbing his cock and squeezing it through his pants. He jumped a bit and she smiled. As they approached the corner she saw Ruby getting into Ralph's car. Company was still smiling when the car she was in pulled up in the dark car park, and she took pity on the kid. 

"Here you go," he said handing her some notes eagerly.

"I'll tell you what," Company said smoothly. "Make it ten more and its no condom, I'll swallow and you can feel my tits too." The kid couldn't get the money out fast enough. Company looked around for watchers, and then lifted her top. The kid groaned. She took hold of his hand and pressed it to her breast. He groaned again. Then she unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out a respectable sized cock that was hard enough to be made of stone. It was circumcised; she noted happily, because that was likely to taste cleaner. Company looked around once more and then dropped her head into his lap, swallowing his cock in a single motion.

"Oh, fuck," the kid moaned, and then she started bobbing her head on his cock while pressing the underside firmly with her tongue. "Oh, fuck," the kid moaned again, his hand still squeezing her breast lightly. Company reached down and found his balls. She sucked his cock and squeezed his balls firmly and felt a definite twitch. "Oh, fuck," the kid cried again and then she felt the first spasm of his orgasm. She swallowed his cock down to the base and squeezed his balls firmly. Company could feel his balls pulsing and the sprays of cum hitting her throat. She swallowed them all. She liked to deep throat at the moment of orgasm when she was doing bareback, it meant she hardly tasted it and there was less chance of dribbles getting on her clothes. Finally he was finished, and Company lifted her head off his shrinking cock. She licked the last drops from the end, making him jump, and then tucked it back into his pants. The kid was lying there with a glazed look on his face.

"First blow job?" Company asked, and he nodded. "OK," she said, "you can take me back now." The kid nodded again and started the car. When she watched his car drive away she looked at her watch. Just under ten minutes, that had to be a record. 

The nurses called the element 'Mister E', not because he showed any musical talent, but because they didn't want to call him Misery, and that was still the only name they had for him. It was starting to be a concern. His clothes had been expensive, so they assumed he had money, but still his memory remained totally blank. Mister E had proven to be very kind, and he was keen to assist in consoling the unhappy people in the ward. Being a spinal ward there were plenty of them. The doctors were amazed at the speed of his recovery since he had reversed his downward spiral. The man they had expected to die was almost totally healed now, and soon they would be taking him out of traction. Eventually his substantial medical bills were paid, and it came from an unexpected source. There had been a huge amount of money collected for the families whose children had been victims of the school bombing, and the mysterious Mister E had been at the memorial service. None of those involved in the tragedy recognised him, so it was assumed he was a benefactor who had turned up to show his support silently. All the families agreed to cover his bills, seeing as he seemed to have lost his memory entirely, and may never know who he actually was. His work with those suffering at the hospital also labelled him as a good person, and no one really noticed that the people he consoled were even more depressed the next day.

Company didn't like hooking; it was dangerous, uncomfortable and likely to end her up in jail. But it was necessary in the situation she was in now. It had taken some time, but she had finally made a friend outside her new profession. Company lived in a single room apartment in a run down slum building. She didn't have to, but she was saving wherever possible, and now had a fair bit put away. Her neighbour was a woman who was sick a lot, and one day Company had helped her into her room when she had collapsed, exhausted, in the hall. The woman's room was almost bare. There was a small mattress on the floor with a single blanket, a chair and an empty refrigerator. A cheap case held her clothes and that was it. The woman cried in embarrassment as Company looked at the Spartan room.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this," she lamented. "I was going to work long enough to have enough money to keep me until I died, but I got too sick too soon and I lost my job." Company looked at her from the chair. She was much thinner than Company, and maybe ten years older.

"What do you need?" Company asked, but the woman just shook her head. "When did you last eat?" Company persisted, but she just turned away. "I'm getting us some food," Company said firmly, and then she got up and went out, leaving the door ajar. She quickly heated some soup, and returned with two full bowls to find the woman crying. Company had to force her to take the first couple of mouthfuls, but after that she ate on her own. Wordlessly Company took the bowls back to her room and returned with another. The woman finished that too, but as Company took the empty bowl from her the woman looked up gratefully.

"Thanks, but that is really enough." Company nodded.

"I'm known as Company," she said, "and you can guess what I do for a living." The woman had seen her in her working clothes on the odd occasion. 

"I'm Hope," the woman said with a wry grin. "But not for much longer."

"What's the matter?"

"Cancer." The word was a dead weight in the room; there was no answer for that. But they did talk more. Company found out that Hope was actually only two years older than she was, and was from a small town only an hours drive from where Company had been brought up. Hope had lived with her grandmother for as long as she could remember, her parents had been lost in an ocean yacht race soon after she was born. Once her grandmother had died Hope had moved to the city to start a career as a chef, but then she had become ill, and was not able to keep up the hours required. She had slowly sold all her things to pay the bills, but was now in serious debt, and terminally ill. She didn't go to the hospital much any more, she couldn't afford it. Eventually Company looked at her watch.

"I have to get ready for work now," she said sadly, and Hope looked at her.

"You haven't told me anything about you," she said, almost accusingly.

"Next time."

The element was finally free of the hospital. It walked away, carefully dodging a cheerful group of revellers who hurt it, just by being happy. There had been a lot of time to plan while the element was in traction, and time to make temporary living and working arrangements. The element went to the address on the paper that the grumpy nurse had given it, and saw the sign, 'Tait's Caring Funeral Services.' The element went in, and was met by a sombre man in black formal wear.

"I'm John Tait," the man said in a deep and mellow voice. "You must be..."

"Mister E," the element said, gingerly shaking the proffered hand. The element was glad that John Tait wasn't happy to see it, that could have been crippling.

Company was in a fancy hotel room for once. The man who had picked her up said his name was Bentleigh, and he was driving a new Mercedes coupe. The money offered had been high, and it was an all night deal, which included pretty much anything he wanted. Bentleigh had cum in her mouth about twenty minutes ago, after a blowjob that had lasted an hour. The man's control was amazing, and Company's jaw was still sore. Company was dreading the inevitable ass fuck, because Bentleigh wasn't just longer than average at around eight inches, but he was very thick too. Bentleigh was lying on the bed sipping a glass of champagne, while Company sat in a chair with a Coke. She included alcohol on her list of drugs that she would never take.

"Come here Company," Bentleigh said, rolling her name in his mouth with amusement. "If you fuck anywhere near as well as you suck cock I am in for a fantastic night." Company smiled lazily and put the glass down. She stood up languidly and stretched her arms behind her, showing off her bust to perfection. Bentleigh smiled. Walking slowly to the king sized bed Company smiled back, and then crawled seductively to him. Bentleigh was dark haired and slightly dark skinned. He would have been early thirties, Company guessed. He was also very fit. She ran her nails up his inside leg, across his balls and then up to the end of his cock. It was hard, and twitched at her light touch.

"What do you want honey?" she asked seductively, blowing on the tip of his cock as she spoke. Bentleigh spread his arms across the bed.

"I'm feeling lazy right now, ride me." Company smiled genuinely, at least he hadn't said anal. She opened a condom and looked at him, Bentleigh nodded. Rolling the condom onto his cock carefully Company stroked it firmly to ensure it was as hard as possible. She wiped a little lubricant into her pussy and then squatted above his cock. Slowly she rubbed it up and down her lips while Bentleigh watched through half closed eyes. Occasionally he tried to buck his hips and enter her, but Company rose with him, so it was always just a tantalising touch. Finally it was too much for him.




Company Hates Misery



"Now, Company," he whispered hoarsely, "fuck me now." She smiled acceptance, and lowered her pussy onto his waiting cock. She moaned as she did it, wondering how long she should wait before faking an orgasm. Company knew what an orgasm was, she had had one when a John had licked her pussy, and a few when she was experimenting alone in bed before she had discovered real sex, but since then it really hadn't been a goal. She aimed to get the Johns off as soon as possible and then get another one. Her orgasms were always faked when she fucked, and to her the difference between good sex and bad sex was how long it took and how athletic she had to be. On average it was five-minute missionary that paid Company's bills, and she was happy with that. Company leaned forward, so Bentleigh could knead her breasts, and she could put her hands on his shoulders for balance. She had only been in this position a few times before, and usually complained it was hurting her legs within minutes and changed back to something easier, but this was an all nighter, and she decided to make an effort to stay longer. She rode Bentleigh's thick cock up and down slowly, feeling it stretch her wide as it went deeper inside. Her calf muscles were feeling the effort, but she ignored them and increased her speed gradually. Bentleigh was rising to meet her on every stroke and the room resounded with the sound of flesh slapping, heavy breathing and the occasional sensuous moan. But as she fucked Bentleigh faster Company felt a tingling in her pussy. There was a spot that felt good. Company experimented with angle, depth and speed until Bentleigh's cock was hitting the spot on every stroke. It was when he was five or six inches in and she was squatting up straighter. Company lay back more, and put her hands behind her ass on his legs. The tingle became a buzz, and the buzz became an incredibly good electric shock. Company didn't realise it, but she was moaning now on every stroke, deep down moans of genuine pleasure, and it was driving Bentleigh to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum," he gasped, and Company realised that she was too. She fucked him even faster as she raced him to the end, and with a scream of delight Company, the girl who had had sex for a living almost every night for the last eight months finally had a genuine orgasm, not the little imitations she had experienced before. It spread through her, making her pussy grip the invading cock even tighter, and as Company's whole body shook uncontrollably, Bentleigh exploded too, and held his cock deep inside her as they shook together. It was a few minutes before Company, who had collapsed onto Bentleigh in a sweaty, gasping heap managed to speak.

"That," she said huskily, "was just amazing." For the first time ever she actually meant it.

The element sat in its dingy room and made a mental list.

1: There must be a pre-arranged way for any elements left behind to get to a meeting point, so they could join a group returning to transition.

2: All elements coming through the divider must have a name and information to give if the humans asked questions.

3: Touch was the best way to feed on human despair. This was important, and should be number one on the list. Up until now the elements had avoided touch, as touching a happy human was debilitating.

4: Elements could live here. They could set up some sort of a settlement as a base.

5: Despairing humans tended to gather at hospitals and funerals. 

It considered an idea for another source, but was it too dangerous? The element knew its knowledge was now priceless to the force. But it had to survive, and while it did it should collect knowledge. The element looked at the watch on its arm, and then at the money on the table. It might just go and look. The element put the money in its pocket and went out to the old red station wagon that John Tait let it drive home on the weekend. It was easier to get to work by driving then, because the trains were unreliable. The element drove carefully to the part of town that had been described as the 'red light' area. This was the right place, and it knew it immediately. The element drove slowly past the human women with its windows open, it could smell the despair, although many of the women had a fuzzy aura surrounding it. The element drove around twice before selecting a target. It was a small dark haired woman who looked Asian. Its eyes, no her eyes the element corrected itself, were downcast. When the element pulled up the woman walked almost reluctantly to the car. 

"Yeah?" The word was enough for the element; this was the right one.

"I have not done this before," the element said, "how much does it cost?"

"Fifty," the woman said hopefully. Hopefully hurt.

"Forty," the element countered. It didn't want to make her happy.

"Forty five?" 

"Forty."

"OK." The woman got into the car. The element drove to where she said, and gave her the money when she asked. The woman reached into his pants and took his penis out. The surge of energy was terrific. The element knew it was supposed to get stiff to do this, but was surprised anyway when it happened. The woman rolled something over his penis, and then pulled her pants down, and lifted her skirt. Even as she performed the tasks the element could feel her despair increasing, and it breathed deeply and appreciatively. "Come on then," the woman said impatiently, and the element scrambled over to her side. It pushed its penis around a few times, wondering what to do and she sighed and guided the penis into her. It felt warm and good, but the thing she had put on his penis was not allowing full contact. The element pushed in and out experimentally, the woman lay back with her eyes closed.

"Ten more without... rubber," the element suggested trying to remember the correct word, and her eyes opened slightly.

"OK," she said, and her despair got deeper. The element gave her the money and clawed the condom awkwardly until it was off. When it pushed into her body next it felt the awesome surge of raw energy, this was better than anything it had ever tried before. It fucked the woman fast, relishing the power it got and soon it felt something building.

"I, um cum?"

"Yeah, whatever." Its cock started spraying inside her and the peak was the best thing that the element had ever experienced. Its energy levels were higher than ever before. It went through the motions of dressing and dropping the depressed woman back before it went home and eagerly updated the list. There was definitely a new number one.

Company had a new mini skirt. It was so short that if she leaned into a car window then anyone behind her would get a good look at her cotton covered pussy. But it was an experiment she told herself, to justify both buying and wearing it. She was later than usual, Terrence had picked her up at the usual time, but then he had taken her home before taking her to work, so it had obviously worked on him. Terrence didn't fuck Company all that often any more, he knew what she was worth on the street and he loved the money. They both knew she could go upmarket if she wanted, she was too pretty, too skilled and too logical to keep streetwalking, but she didn't need the extra attention to her identity that regular medical checks and hotel ID checks required. They were both happy with the current situation for their own reasons. Company was pulled back to reality as the old model gold Lexus appeared at the end of the strip. She called this one Larry, and he was a regular Saturday night visitor to this part of town. He would cruise up and down three times, and the pick the girl with the shortest skirt. It was that simple. A lot of the regulars were harder to figure out, there were tit men, ass men, men who liked thin women, men who liked larger women, men who were looking for particular ethnic groups and men who wanted a woman that looked like their mother, or sister, or wife. It took all sorts. The Lexus slowed as it went past Company on the first pass, it slowed more as Larry peered out at her on the second pass and it stopped in front of her on the third pass. Company went to the opening window.

"Hi hon, looking for some Company?" she asked seductively.

"Well goll-ee," Larry said eagerly. "You're new around here aint you?" The wrapping is new; the package isn't Company thought cynically.

"Why, yes hon, do you like what you see?" she asked spinning around for him.

"You bet, get on in," Larry said, unlocking the door. Company smiled. The right lure for the right fish, and he hadn't even asked for a price.

It was a week after his first visit, and the element was kerb crawling again. He passed by the short blonde with big breasts and the tiny miniskirt. She didn't smell of despair. After a trip up and down he pulled up next the Asian girl again. She smelled more down than even last week. She came to the window.

"Same as last week," the element said, "fifty and no condom." She shrugged, resigned to her fate, and got in. This time when he came, she hit rock bottom.

"You've done so much for me, I don't know how to thank you," Hope said through misty eyes. She was feeling much better now, and looked it too.

"It's nothing really," Company replied dismissively. Hope rolled her eyes. Nothing was feeding her and caring for her as a mother would a child. Company made sure there was food, and that Hope ate it. Company had got some basic furniture for her, including the small table and chairs they were sitting at now, and Company had provided companionship and interest in a life that was spiralling to an inevitable end. Hope looked at Company, and broached a subject that Company had been avoiding.

"What did you do?" she asked directly. "You are definitely running from something serious." Company considered the question for some time. She wanted to tell someone, to cleanse her soul, but it was just too dangerous. Or was it? If she could trust anyone it was Hope.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"But you should."

"It would be burden on you." Hope just shrugged. Company shook her head.

"Go on, you can trust me, I promise not to tell anyone." 

"The police want me."

"For?" Silence ruled for a minute or so. Hope just waited and finally Company looked down at the table.

"Murder," she said in a voice almost too quiet to hear. Hope was shocked; she hadn't expected anything that serious.

"No," she gasped. "You couldn't, I know you..."

"I did."

"Why? Tell me what happened." Company looked at Hope, trying to work out what she should say, but it all just spilled out.

"I was eighteen, not even a year ago, and my boss raped me." Hope experienced increasing degrees of horror as the story unfolded. "I went home to tell my mother and ring the police, but my mother was high, and one of her customers was there. She was a hooker too. Anyway my mother agreed when he wanted to pay a bit extra and have me included in the deal, so I was raped a second time within an hour. My mother just watched and listened to me scream, and the man raping me hit me until I stopped. When it was over, he decided this should be a weekly deal, and my fucking mother agreed. I couldn't stand the thought and I hit him with a poker for the fire. I didn't mean to kill him, but I did. My mother didn't even notice. I said 'he's dead', and she said 'you have to pay me what he did until he gets better'. I looked at her and I didn't know if I should hate her for what she did to me, or pity her for what she had become. Anyway I found her gear and gave her an overdose, I killed my own mother." Company was sobbing, and Hope was holding her.

"You poor dear," Hope murmured comfortingly.

"But that's not all," Company said sadly, "I took mum's car and went back to work, and the boss was still there. I barred the doors from the outside and burned the place down with him inside it."

"Girl, you have really got some spunk," Hope said admiringly. "I wish I was tough enough to do that."

"But now my life is over, the cops will be looking for me, and as soon as I get busted I'm gone. They'll execute me." Company cried out the long overdue tears as Hope held her comfortingly. Finally she sat up. "Will you still be my friend?" Hope smiled.

"Of course, I'll just admire you even more now."

The Asian girl, who was called Ming on the street, had finally had enough. She had been stolen from her family and forced into prostitution by a pimp who threatened to hurt her parents. But she felt like her whole soul was destroyed, and the last 2 weeks had been unbearable. She stood on the bridge, looking over the cold dark river. She heard someone scream as she climbed the barrier, and then she screamed release as she jumped out of her pitiful existence.

It took Company about three months to become really suspicious of George. George was the name she had come up with for the youngish dark haired man in the battered red station wagon. First there was Ming, she thought, counting the names off on her fingers, then there was Rita, then Roxy and now Astrid. There were always some suicides in this profession, but there had been even more lately, and all of them had got in the car with George at least twice, and then suicided within one day of the last time. George was weird too, he always had his window down and he sniffed, sort of like a dog, until he picked a girl. Company had a hard time trying to pick out how he chose them too. There were different races, different hair colour and styles, different builds and different types of clothes. But he was the common link to all of the recent suicides. George never slowed down for Company, but he always did when he passed the girl he would take, and a few others too. Company decided to ask some discrete questions about the girls, and try to find the link.

The element was getting better at choosing. It could smell despair, and it had come to realise that the fuzzy aura was some sort of drug that insulated them from their problems. It had tried going with a girl with this aura once, but the aura had been like a barrier that it couldn't get through, like the condom had been, but worse. It always made sure that the girl was prepared to have sex without a condom, and so far only three had refused. The element had asked one girl twice in two weeks, but even as low as she was she was adamant. When she had got angry it had blocked the smell of despair too, so it left her alone now. The element was stronger now than any element had ever been, and wondered if it now could actually get back through the divider on its own. It was tempted to try, but knew there was too much risk. The value of the information the element carried was very high. The force could easily take control here, and the power was so much... nicer. No the element would wait until there was a tragedy close enough for it to meet with others and pass on the knowledge before it attempted to return. And it definitely would come back. 

Company could easily recognise a married man, and she suspected that this was one. Usually it was simple, you just looked at the ring finger and saw the lighter band where the ring had blocked the sun, or even the indentation where the ring had shaped the finger around it, but this guy didn't have either of them. But she still thought he was married. Firstly the car was a near new station wagon, which was more like a family car. Also it was far too clean to belong to a single man. This hadn't just been vacuumed; it had been dusted inside too. And the man, Company looked at him, smiling in pretended anticipation for their upcoming coupling. He was late forties or early fifties, and quite fat. His hair was neat but not styled, and his clothes were the sort of thing a wife would buy, and a man never would. Definitely married she concluded. He stopped the car at the cheap, hourly hotel and went in to book the room. Company waited in the car. While he was gone she sneaked a look in the console and found a Tom Jones CD and a pair of woman's sunglasses. In the glove box there was just the registration. The car belonged to an Anthony Lapalia. When the man came back he smiled and drove a short way to a car park. He led her to the room, and held her hand on the way.

"What's your name hon?" she asked, once they were inside.

"Um, Peter." 

"OK Peter, do you want to have a quick shower together first? I could give you a thorough wash all over." Company squeezed his cock through his pants suggestively; she could really do with a shower. She had serviced three clients already in their cars tonight, and she felt grubby.

"Um, OK."

"Then let me get those clothes off you," she said unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off him. Um Peter, or Anthony really needed a shower, he stank of sweat and she was glad he had agreed. As Company undid his pants and dropped them he fumbled with her top, struggling with the tiny buttons, but managing to paw her chest thoroughly. Probably a wife with small tits Company reasoned. Um Peter was a very hairy man. He had hair on his legs, hair on his chest, hair on his arms and hair on his back. Pretty much the only place on his body that didn't have a good covering of hair was the top of his head. Company looked at his cock and just managed not to laugh. She knew the ones that were small to start with grew more, but this was lost in the clump of hair at his groin. Company wasn't revolted by men's physical attributes at all any more, she had been fucked by them all, fat, thin, tall, short, bald, hairy, old and young. The common thing they had was their cock, and once she got her money they all got to put it inside her. She didn't have to be turned on by them; she fucked them because it was her job. "Let me help you with that," Company suggested when he was naked, and she quickly undid her top and bra, letting him maul her tits without making her top dirtier. She stripped quickly and led him to the shower where, as promised, she washed him thoroughly. His cock didn't grow much, and would not have been more than four inches long when it was erect; on such a big man it was almost comical. Company dried him and he became bolder, sucking her nipples and roughly pawing her pussy, trying to get a finger inside and totally missing her clit. But this wasn't about Company, it was about him. It was his money after all. Company led him to the bed and he lay on his back, she sucked the small cock until she knew it wouldn't get any harder, then she slipped on a condom and sat astride him, lowering her pussy over him. She groaned in imagined ecstasy as she slowly started riding him, a task made quite difficult by his substantial bulk and small cock. After a couple of minutes he lost his erection, the small cock shrinking its way out of her reach, and Company hopped off and stroked it again until it got a bit harder. He put her in the missionary position and lay on top of her, almost crushing her with his bulk. She often wondered why the bigger men often went for the smallest girls, but with this one it was obvious, a small girl made his cock look bigger. Minutes later, when he lost his erection again Company lay him on his back again and played with his cock until it was half hard. They both realised he was not going to be able to fuck her again, so he didn't protest when she peeled the condom off and, adding some lube, she masturbated him to a small, dribbling orgasm. She cleaned him up and they left without having another shower. She didn't want him getting interested again; it had been difficult enough last time.

"How tall are you?" Hope asked.

"Five five. Why?"

"Eyes?" 

"Blue."

"Real blonde?"

"Yeah, what's this all about?"

"I've worked out how to thank you." Company lifted an eyebrow.

"Really, you don't have to..."

"I want to. I'm five six, blonde with blue eyes. Have you ever been fingerprinted?"




Company Hates Misery



"What, uh, no." Company wasn't quite with this conversation, but sometime Hope did ramble a bit, usually when she was in pain. Hope handed Company a small paper bag.

"What's this?"

"I'm giving you Hope for the future." Company suddenly went cold, and she opened the bag. In it was a driver's licence, and all of Hope's personal documents. "Do you still have your old ID?" Company nodded dumbly. "Then put it on me when I die."

The element was restless. The really depressed whores had either gone away or were on drugs. But although the ones left were bad, they still gave it a huge buzz when compared to holding the arms of little old widows at work. It was popular there, because of its compassion, and it had even been given a pay rise. It had tried a more expensive whore, but she hadn't made it feel good at all, she wasn't miserable enough. The element was thinking about moving to a new city, one with fresh pickings. Window down, it cruised past the regular girls, the twins, the big black woman, the punk one and the short one that always seemed to be watching the element carefully. It wondered about that one, she always seemed too... content.

Company watched George watching her. She gave her tits a shake, to make it look like she was watching him to see if he would pick her up. 

"That's Misery," a deep voice said, and Company turned to see Annie walking past. Annie was another of Terrence's girls, but Company hadn't seen her much, she worked at the other end of the strip. Company knew she was a widow who had seen her husband and child murdered, but didn't know the details.

"Had to walk back?" Company asked sympathetically.

"Yeah, bastard kicked me out of the car as soon as he was done, didn't even zip up."

"So, who's Misery?" Annie looked at Company curiously and stopped walking.

"The guy on the news who was hit by a car at the service for the kids from the bombing ages ago. Nobody there knew him and he totally lost his memory. Never got it back."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he's a weirdo too. Asked me twice in two weeks to fuck him bareback, but I'm not that low yet."

"No."

"He only goes with girls who will, he never wears a condom. You'd think AIDS would have scared that type off by now."

"Yeah," Company agreed. "I hear he won't approach the girls who do drugs either," she said putting a theory into words, and Annie paused and thought.

"You know, I think that's right," she said. "Weird." Annie moved on and Company turned to see Fliss getting into George's car. She had been with him twice already, and Company had noticed she was getting more depressed since she had started seeing him. It was a weird thought, but Company disappeared for a while, so she wouldn't get picked up, and then approached Fliss when George had dropped her off.

"Hi Fliss, what's he like?"

"Huh?"

"That guy, what is he like?"

"Oh, normal I guess, He pays me, plays with my tits and fucks me. They're all the same."

"How do you feel afterwards, is there anything weird?" Fliss shook her head vaguely.

"Empty," she said slowly, "drained." Company was about to say something when a horn sounded briefly. She looked and saw Kent's car. Kent was one of Company's regulars, and he usually let her ride him until she came. She was getting pretty good at getting herself off on some of her John's cocks these days, thanks to Bentleigh.

"Got to go," Company said to Fliss, who just nodded sadly.

Later, as Company came on Kent's cock Fliss stepped in front of a train.

The element didn't know how close Company was getting. She knew his girls often committed suicide. The element didn't, it just thought that they went somewhere else. She knew he only chose the depressed ones to start with, and he appeared to do it by smell. She knew he never used a condom. She knew he never chose drug addicts. She knew happiness made him flinch. She knew he had just appeared one day, and had no history at all. But she couldn't work it out. Company had to talk to someone, and there really was no choice who that would be.

"He's an alien," Hope said, her weary eyes glinting with a touch of mischief. 

"I can't work out what he is." Company said, frustrated.

"Why don't you ask him?"

"He never stops for me, I don't think I'm depressed enough."

"I am."

"That hardly helps."

"Maybe it could, how much do you want to talk to him?"

The short, slim blonde girl in the miniskirt, loose top and high heels stood in Company's spot, but it wasn't Company. She was watching from the shadows, a fair distance away. It was still two hours before Misery would appear, but Hope had said she wanted to get a feel for the situation. She had been eager to do this, and saw it as an adventure, possibly her last. Company knew it was true that Hope was fading fast. She was very weak and had made a huge effort to dress up and come out here as bait. But bait for what? Company still had no idea what was wrong with Misery; she just knew that something was. Company watched a late model pickup stop and saw Hope walk over to it. They had discussed this possibility, and Company had suggested that Hope look as sick as possible, while still asking a very high price. That would put the punters off. Hope talked to the driver for a while, and then, to Company's horror, got into the truck and it drove off. Company was too far away to do anything about it.

Company fretted for half an hour, scared for Hope, and cursing herself for exposing her friend to this horror. Hope was too weak to fight off an aggressive John. She didn't know what to do or how to protect herself. It was the absolute worst scenario possible. Finally the pickup returned and Hope got out, Company went straight to her.

"That's it, I'm taking you home." Hope looked at her wearily.

"Why?"

"You actually hooking wasn't part of the plan." Company was scared. "Are you all right?" 

"I think so," Hope said candidly. "I feel really, um, dirty, you know?"

"Oh, I know all right." Hope nodded.

"I'm going to do it again if I get the chance, it will make me feel low enough to interest him."

"But the danger..."

"I have nothing left to lose, now go and let me work."

"But..."

"Go."

A green sedan pulled up at the kerb, and Hope went over to it. She really didn't want to, but it made sense.

"Hello handsome," she said to the man driving. He was old, fifties or sixties she guessed, but reasonably good looking.

"Uh, yeah," he stammered, "I want to... you know." His voice trailed off.

"Are you a cop?" Hope asked, just like Company had told her, and he shook his head.

"Uh, no."

"Good. For fifty I'll suck you and then fuck you until you're done. Is that what you want?"

"I um, don't want to use a condom." Hope considered this. STD's were the last of her worries now. 

"That'll be an extra twenty." He thought for a moment and nodded, and then Hope got into the car. He drove to the dark spot she suggested and then reached for her.

"Uh, uh, money first darling," she said gently, and the man gave her seventy dollars. This time she didn't pull away as he slipped his hands under her top to clutch at her bra less breasts. She knew she wasn't as big as Company up top, but he didn't seem to mind. Hope felt dirty. This man was feeling her up, and paying her for it. With the last guy she had almost frozen when the reality hit her, and he had not even noticed, but now she wanted to try harder. Hope reached across to the man's pants and awkwardly undid his fly and pulled out his semi hard cock. He dragged at her top and she quickly lifted it over her head, she didn't want to damage Company's clothes. She let him play with her breasts for a bit longer while she stroked his cock, and then she leaned over and took it into her mouth. Hope didn't have a lot of experience sucking cock, but the man didn't seem to mind. He waited for a minute or so, and then grabbed her hair and shoved her head down further, making her gag. She gasped for air as his hand in her hair set the pace and the depth, and Hope barely managed not to throw up. After what felt like hours he finally let her up. He was grinning.

"Now let's fuck," he said simply, and Hope lifted off the seat to remove her underwear. "Nah,' he said, "leave 'em on, just lift the skirt." Hope shrugged and pulled the mini up over her hips, and then the man climbed over to the passenger side. He spat on his hand and rubbed it on the end of his already glistening cock; he roughly pulled her to the edge of the seat, spread her legs, pulled her underwear aside and then slammed his cock into her pussy, making Hope gasp in shock, pain and disgust. "I like a pussy with a bit of hair on it," the man said as he proceeded to fuck Hope quickly and deeply while rubbing her exposed mound. Hope just lay back. This guy was being a lot rougher than the last one, and he was bigger too, so he was hurting her as he stretched her wide. Hope had only ever had two boyfriends who had gone all the way, and it had just been inexperienced but gentle fumbling. This guy wasn't worried about what she felt; he was just in it for his own release. Hope wondered how Company and all the other girls could do this and still get up in the morning. It was thoroughly demeaning. She lay there, not pretending to enjoy it, but that didn't bother the man, he just fucked the blonde woman until he felt his orgasm approach, and then he grabbed her hips and held his cock deep inside her as he gushed his seed into her womb. Finally he looked at her and pulled out, not bothering to wipe his cock before he tucked it back in. "That was good; you are real tight you know." Hope nodded despondently, and he took her back.

"How'd you go?" Company asked. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah," Hope said sadly. Her body ached and she felt thoroughly abused.

"No more before Misery." It was an order. 

"No."

The element drove down the strip, window down as usual. There were two possibilities tonight it decided after the first pass. There was an older olive skinned girl who it had picked two weeks ago, or there was a short blonde. The blonde smelled more like despair, but there was a difference, a tiny positivity that might be a restriction. She was very tempting. It drove back, and felt the darkness grow as the other girl recognised him. Which one would it be?

Company and Hope watched Misery's car eagerly as it slowed on the first and second passes, but on the third they watched in disbelief as it pulled over further up the road. 

Rachael approached the window warily.

"Same deal," the John said, "fifty and no condom."

"No more no condom, must use condom." Rachael was scared of AIDS and any other diseases. It had troubled her deeply since the last time she had been with this man. If she died who would look after her handicapped son?

"Seventy, no condom."

"No, no condom no fuck." Rachael stood resolute, with her hands on her hips, and the John drove away. He pulled up further down the road and the new blonde walked up to him. Let her get a disease Rachael thought.

Hope did not know what to feel. She had been devastated when Misery had stopped further up the road, wondering why she had actually gone through the torment of fucking two men for money all for no result. But then he had driven away and come to her. Hope had wondered if she could go through with the first part, she knew she didn't have to but it gave her an idea that she could do the second part. The part that had been her own suggestion. She approached the car.

"Yeah?" She had to appear to be down, and she wasn't acting.

"How much to fuck?" Misery spoke strangely, sort of like English wasn't his native language.

"Fifty."

"It has to be no condom."

"Oh, uh, seventy."

"I'll give you sixty."

"Yeah," she sighed deeply, "OK." Hope got into the car.

The element was wary. This one was down, there was no doubt about it, it was breathing it in eagerly, but there was something else. It would have to be careful.

"Turn right here," the girl said, and it followed her directions until they parked in an isolated car park at the back of a nearby shop. 

"The money," it said, handing the notes to her. The element felt the rush of power when its hand touched hers. It was OK; this would be another good feed. It rubbed the girls cheek, and ran its hand down her throat to her chest, slipping inside the loose top and cupping her breast.

"Ah," it exclaimed, feeling the new surge of power. The girl gasped in shock, but her hand went to his pants. 

"You want me to suck it?" she asked dully, and he nodded. 

Hope was feeling more and more drained every time she touched him, but she had to follow the plan. Her emptiness grew as his cock filled her mouth, the darkness closed in around her. She sucked half-heartedly until he finally spoke.

"Fuck now." Hope sat up and took her skirt and underwear off. Then, as he moved to her she reached into her small purse.

"Lube," she said simply, and he nodded. Hope felt around in the purse and unfolded the plastic bag. The cloth she took out was soaked in chloroform, which Company had got from a drug dealer who sold to working girls who weren't supplied by pimps. He had been so disbelieving that she had to pay half up front, but he had come through. Hope held it to Misery's face and he struggled for a moment before collapsing onto her, pinning her in her seat. It was still a few minutes before Company arrived to release her.

"What have we actually done?" Hope asked incredulously. "Kidnap, drugging, car theft?"

"I know," Company replied, driving carefully. "I hope it's worth it." She drove to the short stay hotel they had chosen, and paid cash for a full night. Misery was a heavy burden, and Hope was not much help getting him inside, but finally it was done. They stripped the unconscious man and hid his clothes in the car to make it harder for him to escape. Then they tied him securely to the bed. After that was done they waited.

The element returned, but something was wrong. It must be in traction again, it couldn't move, but then it saw two hookers sitting at the table in the corner. One was the one it had chosen, and it could still smell her. She was deeply troubled, just as it liked them. But the other one was happy, and it hurt.

"What you do?" it asked, making them jump. The happy one turned.

"We are going to find out exactly what you are." The element shook its head stubbornly.

"You let me go now."

"No." The girl walked to the bed and touched the element on the arm; it flinched, and tried to pull away.

"Why does happiness hurt you?" she asked. The element was worried; they knew it was not a human. It had to escape. It pulled as hard as possible on the ropes holding it, but they held firm. "Why did all those girls you were with kill themselves?" the hooker shouted at him angrily. "What did you do to them?" The element shook its head again. Did they really kill themselves?

"I just fuck." It said stubbornly.

"What are you?"

"I am person like you." The girl laughed, and the element cringed.

"You might have a human body, but you are not human. 

"I am human."

"Humans do not do this," the girl said savagely, and grabbed the element's cock. It writhed in agony as her mood caused the opposite effect to that it was used to. It drained the element of power.

"I don't know how you can stand that." The other hooker said in amazement.

"It works the opposite if you are happy," the first one said. "Turn on the TV and find a funny show."

"No, please." The element said desperately.

"Then tell us what you are." The element just looked away, and then it heard the television. The girls ignored the element for a while, and watched the show. Even the canned laughter hurt the element, and it lay on the bed trying to work out what to do next. For the moment it was at the mercy of the two hookers.

"Try it," Company said, and Hope was nervous.

"I'm scared."

"Wait until you are laughing, and then touch him."

"I'll try." Moments later Hope touched Misery's foot and it was nowhere near the feeling she had experienced earlier. "You're right," she said in wonder.

"We've tried everything," Hope said sadly. "Whatever he is he won't talk." They were in the bathroom so Misery wouldn't hear them.

"There's one more thing." Company said slowly, and Hope looked at her expectantly. "I think he gets his strength the best by having sex, which means I can hurt him most by having sex."

"You couldn't." But Company looked determined.

"Wait here, and stay happy," Company said, but Hope was worried.

"I feel him hurting me all time I'm not actually laughing," she said, and Company thought.

"Have you got the painkillers you got from the hospital?" she asked, and Hope nodded.

"He doesn't like the girls on drugs, so take some." Hope nodded again thoughtfully.

Louis saw the girl coming and wondered what she wanted now.

"You want some real drugs this time?" he asked, and she smiled. 

"Viagra, and real strong ones." Lois shrugged, chloroform and now Viagra, what was this girl into? But at least he had what she wanted; in this part of town there was a market for that.

"You can't do this," Hope said, but Company knew she had to do something to make Misery talk. They had forced him to swallow the tablets, and he still had no idea what they were. It was almost two hours later, and Company walked determinedly to the bed. She grabbed Misery's cock again, and he writhed weakly. She had drained a lot of his strength already. Then Company lowered her head, and sucked the flaccid thing into her mouth. The element moaned, but was amazed when its human body started to react. It took almost twenty minutes, but Company sucked Misery to a full erection.

"What are you?" she asked one more time, and he stubbornly looked away. "At least I know I am going to enjoy this," Company said grimly, and then she got on the bed and squatted above him. Misery still didn't look at her.

"At least use a condom," Hope pleaded, but Company just lowered her pussy over the hard cock, and Misery screamed. 

The element felt the power draining fast, and it knew that it was going to be destroyed if this kept going.

"Stop," it pleaded, but the hooker had her eyes closed and it could feel this was making her very happy.

"Talk," the other hooker said. The element was torn. It was initially trying to find a way to still be able to communicate with the force, but now it would have to fight just for survival. It could no longer hide the truth.

"We are from transition," it said, moaning the words.

"Where's that?" the second hooker asked.

"After death, but before the final place."

"Why... are... you... here?" the girl fucking the element asked, agonisingly grinding her pussy down onto the element's cock with each word.

"We come here to feed on despair," the element groaned, "it is fresher here than it is there." 

"Why do you kill?" the second girl asked, and the element searched its seared mind for an answer. 

"We do not kill, we just take the despair, please stop, is truth." The element did not know what was going to happen to it if this kept going, but it was almost totally drained now.

"Take the despair and leave emptiness," the second girl said quietly, "I felt that." She looked at the element, but to the element she was a blur, a shapeless blob of desperately needed misery that was protected by the fuzzy aura. The element tried to cry out, but had lost the power of speech.

"I'm going to cum," the girl riding the element said, the strange sound echoing through the element's now useless mind. And then, the sudden stab into oblivion.

"Where did he go?" Company asked, lying on the bed gasping. Hope just held up a rope, the knot still intact.

"He disappeared right out from under you, are you OK?"

Four months later Barry Dress looked down on a wasted face. He knew he had been one of the worst offenders at school, he had teased Sally mercilessly and had been the one who had started calling her 'rag doll'. Barry knew that he was most likely partially responsible for her extreme actions. The face below him was not the one he remembered; it was close, but not right. Barry guessed this was her way out. 




Company Hates Misery



"Yes," he said, "that's definitely Sally." He hoped his very late apology would help her to start a new life. The morgue attendant put the sheet back over the face, and the policeman made a short note and closed his notebook.

The newfound Hope was driving a long way. She had decided now what she would do with the life she had been given. Hope would get a real job, and would study at night to become a social worker. She would take care of the streetwalkers, the women forced into prostitution by so many different sets of circumstances. Hope would do her best to become their chance to start a new life.

The element walked hopelessly down the street in a far off city. It had been separated from the group, so it was doomed to stay here and die. A pathetic destitute reached out and put his hand on the element's arm. The energy sizzled so powerfully that the stunned element stopped dead.

Unless?