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The Ministry Ch. 01

By: devil_dreams



My sister, Lisa, was abducted from our home and taken to a small island off the coast several years ago. A cult group called the Ministry held her in their camp, along with others. Me and my mother (Ashley) had uncovered this information from an unknown source after all these years of running around in circles and decided to follow up on it.

Once we arrived, we were greeted by men in brown robes who assumed we were newly assigned citizens. We were given keys to a room and told to head to the main building called Agron, which lay beyond the woods.

This is where our story begins.

***

A brown robed guard by the entrance of the building stopped us and then turned to me as if I was on my own. He was hooded and I could not see his face, only his mouth. From what little our source had revealed, the brown robes that wore hoods, were grunts and those who were not hooded, like me and mom, were students. We were fortunate not to be questioned on the beach on our way here, and now this one man was between us and progress into our search for Lisa. He advanced forward imposingly and uttered some unexpected dialogue. 

"Step back." He ordered. 

I obeyed, hearing the gravel based path crunch as I retreated nearly tripping myself up. He was going to ask me for some ID or a secret password, or handshake. I knew the gig. 

He approached my mother and patted her down instead. She was strong and ready for anything, even a good thorough body search by a man who probably once worked in airport security. But he had the authority to exercise further examinations as was becoming readily apparent. 

The man asked Ashley (my mother) if she was prepped, but she was not sure what he meant. 

"Was you not briefed?" He asked perplexed, his gap tooth widening.

"Yes I was." She replied unconvincingly.

I could feel panic starting to creep in and considered plan B which involved hitting him over the head with something. Where were stray garden gnomes when you needed them? 

The man squatted and brought his hand up to the slit in her robe, where her crotch was. He parted it to observe for himself. When we were issued with these robes, we had to quickly remove everything else. My mother stood looking at me as the man opened the robe further to get a good look at my mother's vagina. Because I had her attention I could only imagine what the guard was seeing himself. It was an awkward moment but if he enjoyed it he showed little or no reaction. 

''This display is unacceptable. All females must prep. Understood?" He ordered. 

Ashley nodded and instinctively opened up her legs a little when she saw him leaning his face in closer. His nose disappeared inside her pubes and he then took in a deep breath. I was also able to sneak a glance towards her snatch myself, with her being somewhat distracted by the guard. I wasn't sure what to make of a stranger sniffing my mother's pussy in public view, though no one was around but me. After a few deep inhalations he closed the robe and stood up slightly imbalanced. He gathered himself and then passed me something from his pocket. A razor blade.

"Shave your cougar in the Clurn." He passed me a brown bar in a plastic wrapping. "Use this to wax her for next time -- her hair will not grow as quickly, understood?"

"Erm, sure." I replied, glad that he hadn't opened my robe and inspected me.

Sometimes, under pressure, there was a tendency to act in order to prevent hesitation, and my act towards the guard was to offer him a Chinese farewell. Still, he acknowledged me with a nod and returned to his post. I led Ashley by the hand along the specified path off the gravel and onto grass. There was a narrow side alleyway that took us out to an open area with a series of neatly arranged Clurns in measured rows and columns. Each one was a clone of the other; a square marble structure with a low ceiling. We entered one, and Inside, It had white tiles all around and water running in narrow channels along the edges. Small wooden stools were littered around probably no taller than a foot in height, with bars of soap nearby. It was a simple wash room that smelled of old towels. Mum chewed on her lower lip and wrapped her hands over mine, coming away with the blade.

"I don't want any visitors." she said implying I guarded the purpose built room.

Ashley adjusted the hood of my robe gave my neck a good strong upward stroke which she normally did when we were about to part. Her thumb would normally be erect and teasing the side of my chin. I used to hate the way her fingernails trailed behind on my sensitive neck but now I always got this swirling sensation under my chin that I welcomed. I left her to her devices as her touch was the physical signal to scramble. If I had asked to stay she would have returned with a motherly suggestion that I watch for company outside. Having nothing on underneath these brown robes was liberating enough but it was a bit weird around my mum, who was not only naked herself but she would shortly be sporting a new hairless look down below. I imagined she would struggle with the ass hair. That would be interesting to watch, but I settled for visualizing it instead. 

Outside was pretty vacant of life. The grass here was red and its color had stained the base of the outer walls along each clurn. There must have been hooded robes who maintained all of this. Maybe they only came out at night.

I felt physically deflated after a while. After all, there were limits to how long I could stick my chest out like that buck-toothed guard. I had a decent enough physique but that was not matched by my energy levels. I wasn't sure why the Ministry disliked pubic hair, but it would have been useful to have read their entry guidelines. For some reason our source appeared to miss out on telling us about it. He said he wasn't a member of the organization, more like an outside agent who provided them with a service. He did not divulge us with the details, said he was only helping us because he knew about Lisa. We wanted to meet him but he only spoke to us through letters hand delivered by the local priest. My mother saw it as a divine message and the priest as the emissary of the lord and although I had never been religious, I saw no reason for the father to fabricate a letter. He explained that he swore to protect the identity of the source although also explained that the source himself was not entirely without fear. He had coded his message to reveal hidden clues as to his identity but me and mum were yet to figure it out. 

I sighed and felt two light hands squeeze my love handles. The warm layer of my mother's body pressed up against my back as she kissed the slope of my neck with her clammy lips. I almost failed to notice her slip the wet razor blade back into my pocket. I was excited, thinking a kiss like that could make you forget anything. She rested her chin on my shoulder and scanned the scene ahead without much urgency. I could feel her breasts mashed against my shoulder blades but not her pussy. I wanted her pussy.

"My hot body guard." She whispered into my ear, buttering me up.

Her breath lingered around my ear for a long spell that effectively gave me instant wood. I could deny I didn't enjoy her maternal affection till the sun came up, but my hard on was testifying against me in the law of taboo; I had no argument against it, though I would remain conflicted nonetheless. Perhaps just to make me feel that despite the urges, It would be okay to vehemently deny any sexual interest in my mother.

She eased off and slipped an arm through mine. The light in the surrounding area was getting dim a little so we strolled around the square and counted 32 Clurns in all before heading out. Water was running through them continuously and a system linked them all together. Perhaps they were shut at night. 

We made our back to the main entrance of Agron and the same guard was still posted there. His face was hidden but I wasn't going to forget his gap tooth in a hurry. 

"Did you shave your girlfriend?" The guard asked.

"Yes, I shaved my girlfriend." I lied.

"Good." He said, stepping out in front of her. Ashley faced away from me and parted her robe at the bottom to reveal her new look. He came round, squatted and leaned in for a good deep sniff. He planted his hands on each of mums prominent butt cheeks to keep his balance and she gasped. As he partook in the activity of unapologetically abusing my mother, I notice her inch closer in towards the guard to let him get a good sniff. He appeared to squeeze her butt although I'm sure it was a trick of the eye. Moments later he cocked his head out and looked towards me.

"This cougar has a ... becoming scent."

I smiled, raised the eye brows and lifted my lower lip up to the roof the other. It was the kind of expression I reserved for such moments where I hadn't a clue what to say except to grin and bear it. 

"You are free to pass." The guard announced swiftly skipping aside.

"Thank you." I declined from attempting another Chinese farewell as I made my way into Agron. The front area was diamond shaped, with two open arch shaped doorways leading out to corridors. One led to the classes and another to the halls. A dark red carpet decorated the floor and cream colored walls were plain and simple. Incense burned inside small oval lamps set on the side of each doorway. It seemed inviting enough. 

Mum stood close by as we walked, hands clasped; fingers interlocked. It was dark in the tunnel of Agron, like it spurned external sources. We kept at a steady pace but she would tug my hand if she wanted me to slow down. This path led to the main center piece of Agron, the endless hall the outline of which resembled the Cincinnati museum, with its high arched ceiling, except this extravagant hall was bending at the far end. 

It was a departure from where we came from. For one, the ceiling rose up high and the bending hall itself really was like a museum. As we had been told, it curved all the way round but I imagined it would take quite a while to walk from one end to the other. Maybe a good 10 minutes. Our source had so far lived up to his word; the hall certainly was as described. Shaped like a hoop, running around the mid section of the main building. We could only see it bending from a distance at an arc. The floor was a deep blue laminated marble with white floral designs with naked nymph motifs wrapped in thorns. In one, a nymph looked up at the cosmos with blood dripping from her wrists. Her face was away from me because the cosmos was the furthest most background in the image. Lighting in the hall was a mellow orange but I could see lots of beams scattered about, filtered through intentionally designed slits in the walls to help illuminate fixed objects in the hall such as a statue or a glass encased scroll. It was similar to what you would find in a Pharaoh's tomb perhaps. I noticed that some illuminations that lit up the floor were meant to illustrate a story which I would follow another time. It was better to find someone who knew about them so the admiration could grow. What I needed were the schematics for this island but first me and mum had to settle and try and ease our way in to this place. 

Other students mingled to observe the grand yet hidden history of the Ministry. Statues and artefact's were displayed in neat order, in great numbers. We were both astounded by it all. 

It was also the first time we encountered a red robe . 

One approached us and faced me. "Can I ask that you quietly offer me your blade."

I hesitated momentarily considering denial but then took it out and put it on a metal concave tray. He looked at it carefully. His eyes seemed to glimmer a ruby red, but the rest of his face seemed to be going by the same physics as the tunnel. Namely, it was too dark to make out.

"This has the females prints on it." He pointed out.

I also noticed a few strands of her pubic hair. My mum stepped forward to intervene.

"I had no choice." She explained.

He ignored her and summoned two brown robed grunts with a wave of his hand. They promptly escorted Ashley away. She signaled me not to get involved. I watched on helplessly as they escorted her through a restricted zone, where they disappeared down an alleyway. We had practiced various hand codes on the boat and a straight out palm facing me meant 'stay'. Thumbs up meant 'go' and I could not remember anything else. Lucky that, because I was just about to roll my sleeves up for a fight. Or not.

The red robe told me I would see her later on. He returned the blade to me after wiping its prints. "Brother, you know of the prepping procedure? Is there some reason why you did not shave the female yourself?"

"... She is my mother."

"Well, there is a provision in the manifesto for families. However, a son must still prep his mother because his status overrules hers by gender. "

"I understand."

"Excellent. Come by the third gate when Lloris is illuminated. Your mother will undergo a liability evaluation. A routine check for some older females." The red robe instructed before wandering off into one of many alleyways located along the left wall. I wasn't too pleased to see them take her away, and I had the feeling they were sniffing around too close for my comfort. Perhaps our source was their agent in more ways then one? Another possibility was that the agent had authority outside of the Ministry's control and he could tap into both worlds at his leisure. Essentially, he could be the one pulling all the strings but I had no choice in the matter. I was not as obsessed about finding Lisa as Ashley, because in my mind, she was six feet under somewhere. We never saw who took her, so, there was also a slim possibility that she walked out on her own and decided not to come back. 

She was only 14 then, and now she would be 18. Usually, in the event of a disappearing child, the public and media circus represented themselves as the same identifiable creature, with one voice. Everyone had to be positive and say things like a missing child would never just walk out and run away. Where would they go? Lisa wasn't into boys at the time, all that stuff made her puke. She was also the type of girl who trusted no one. Her favorite word was 'creepy' which she would apply to mostly older men and anorexic dogs. Although that was somewhat hypocritical as she loved her grandfather and he had an ugly mutt. 

As I picked on some skin on my lower lip I resigned myself to a difficult period of exploration without the company of my mother. I could rerun the past and Lisa's disappearance later. 

I decided not to take the estimated 10 minute walk around the hoop-shaped hall as there was enough to see and learn over the next few hours. It was easy to get lost as there were many alleyways along the left side wall that led to various rooms of interest or necessity. Some passages branched out while others were dead ends and others still closed off to brown robe students. Peering down a few restricted zones I could make out small narrow stone stairways leading up and down. If I had access I could find myself in the center of the core section of Agron. I guess thats where I needed to get to eventually. 

On the right flank wall, there were fixed exits every few hundred yards that led out to roofless enclosed gardens or courtyards, all of which were assigned their own names. I decided to while away a few hours checking them out. Hopefully, someone would be kind enough to explain to me where Lloris was, assuming it was one of those paintings on the floor.

***

When Ashley was released from her spell in incarceration in the evening, I took her to Samuel's Cross -- one of the less crowded enclosures. 

Although it was evening, the park was lit by its own orange lamps which were not that bright but illuminated the area enough to see the path. Mum had been hobbling ever since we started walking and I had to hold her to make sure she didn't fall over. I joked that she could run it off like a sportsman on a field that had hurt his leg or some other body part. 

It was weird to be so close to her body, as despite the thickness of the robes we were issued being all rough and itchy, that did not stop me from noticing that I could actually feel her entire body through the material whenever she knocked against me. I didn't know about her but as I sat her down on the bench I had a strong urge to reach inside my robe and scratch my balls. Of course, she didn't have any, but she could still have an urge to scratch her newly shaved taco. I imagined it must have been chaffing against her vulva for quite some time. It was a badly timed thought but I wondered how she would cope if she was hoisted off the floor by a series of ropes that restricted her movement to a heaving chest and drooling mouth, and then I licked the entire length of her cunt with my tongue? I didn't really want to do that in reality, it's just that I was prone to random visualizations and anything could trigger them off. These thoughts were flashes that lasted about a second at most, but sometimes invited me to run with them and I always declined if they were relating to Ashley. I would sit below her hoisted body on my knees, enjoying a leisurely cunt licking session as she watched on helplessly. I did not want to do it I told myself over and over. I was a good man. But damn, I wouldn't mind some of that smooth pussy! Nicely packaged and ready to eat. My mother would never come down from those ropes if I ever got her up there. Her pussy would become an 'all you can eat' addiction. 

She looked at me wondering why I was so deep in thought and raked a gentle fingernail along my knuckle. If she couldn't get my attention she usually gave up.

"Are you comfortable?" I asked tightening the belt around her loose robe.

"Mmm honey. Scoot over."

I wrapped an arm around her and huddled against her real tight. She winced but when I eased away she pulled me back in closer. She had a red blotch on the side of her mouth and a bruised eye. I had never seen my mum with a battered face before and she sat quietly somewhat humbled. 

"What did they do?" I asked but she never answered. Instead, She seemed transfixed by moths and lamp posts. If only they could understand the significance of glass, then they might not fly into it as frequently. 

"This is a really nice little park." She replied changing the subject.

"Theres around 30 in all." I explained.

Not all were designed the same either. Samuel's Cross was on flat ground and had a linear path. There were three paths separated from each other like a trident, by trees lined up in an orderly fashion. Further up the paths ended and an open area of grass was visible. There appeared to be only one way in and out but I had not checked thoroughly. 

"This place is much bigger than we could have imagined."

"Yes," She said with a throaty laugh.

I held her face by the chin and turned it from left to right to view the damage. I squeezed her lower cheeks and could see her teeth. Her mouth was shaped like an O. She wasn't an animal, and there was no need for me to open her mouth like that but I just felt she was too defeated to question my reasoning. she was in a submissive frame of mind for a change did not mind my attention. In fact, she welcomed it. Normally, she was the one in charge of dealing out affection. She probably thought of me as a trusted doctor and was at ease. When I touched her bruise she flinched and squeezed my hand. By the way her legs were clenched together I got the impression (quite a while back) that it wasn't just her face she was worried about. 

Still, I couldn't really ask her what I was thinking and she probably did not want me to ask. At the same time, it was normally easier to bring up something that would otherwise create embarrassment were it discussed outside of injury. It was as if the pain backed up as a numbing agent that held awkward feelings at bay like a tribe of warriors surrounding an enemy with spears. 


The Ministry Ch. 01



We sat there just soaking in the atmosphere -- it was peaceful. This place was like nothing we had ever seen. Now we were here, we had to find the people our source had listed. he wasn't helping us out of good will, it was a trade of information. He gave us what we wanted and we had to rub his back in exchange. But what he wanted depended on how far we got. He said we would know once we found what we were looking for.

"Hon, where are we going to sleep?" She asked.

"... Remember those lodge houses in the forest outside? That's our residence."

"Oh."

She knew but had forgotten. I had been issued with a key earlier by a subordinate. Her eyes were gleaming and I wiped her tears and held her face with both my hands. My hands were so big and she looked so fragile in my grasp. I stroked her bruises and scratches and her eyes closed half way, perhaps trying to ignore the pain. 

"You always liked my big hands. You called them magical healing hands." I reminded her.

"Yes." She replied resting her little hands over mine. "They are SO big. Your father used to joke that they were bigger than his when you were a kid, now they are truly exceptional."

"I feel like a freak." I said with a sheepish smile.

"You're my freak." She said pressing her soft face into my hands, stroking them. There was a lot of open air inside my robe and I could feel my penis rising and then halting at a rough wall. I wanted to carry her but waited till we exited Agron, since it was so dark in the main corridor there was every possibility that I could end up knocking her head or dangling legs into something. It took a while to reach the exit point because she slow to move and we were enjoying the atmosphere. It wasn't everyday one would get to wander freely around a place that resembled a fusion between museum and a cathedral amongst other things. Once we got outside, she turned to me with her arms out like a child wanting to held. It was very cute. 

"Are you ready?"

Ashley nodded. She hobbled to her side and put an arm around my shoulder as I lifted her up with both arms slowly as she was in pain. She felt light and her bare legs dangled out of her robe to my right. I glanced at them a few times and couldn't help but think of images of smooth legged women in my porn magazines. She had nicely curved feet. I wanted to lick the base of her pointy feet and watch them squirm and lean away from my tongue before returning back for more. I knew she would at least let me massage them without suspecting I was up to no good. Slowly, I would roll the sleeves of of her work trousers until I had them up to her calves. Then I would have to stop to take a break and come back when my heart was not pounding so aggressively. It was the start of a new strand of fantasy, to go with all the other unfinished strands.

"Am I heavy?"

"Are you kidding? I can hardly feel you." I exaggerated.

The walk to the residence area was a short one. A string of houses ran from the edge of the flora to the deeper parts. It was more of a woodland than a forest, with trees sparsely littered. I wandered around following lodge numbers until I reached 23. I eased Ashley down and we ascended the porch stairs. The lodge was shared accommodation -- just sleeping quarters. Eight rooms in a square formation with one big communal shower room in the middle, at least from we had been told. We walked around the porch that followed around the house to find number 23, situated on one side. 

I opened the door and signaled for mum to enter by thoughtlessly patting her ass. She gasped and shot me an angry glance.

"Oh shit! Forgot." I apologized, jokingly giving her the thumbs up signal.

The room was basic. It had a small single bed and a lamp. The floor was like the entrance carpet in Agron. Another door was at the back. It lead to the shower facility. Ashley turned off the light and lay down on her stomach. We had been wearing these heavy robes all day long and now I was sweating and my whole body was itching. I needed a good shower and a damn good scrub.

I peeked under the communal bathroom door but there was no gap. Mum was lying straight with her head facing the other side. She had pulled her robe up a little to show me some leg. She must have been waiting for me to go away so she could start scratching higher up. I could just imagine her relieving herself frantically, with legs wide open, and eyes rolled up to the back of her head in sheer ecstasy. I liked a good scratch and I hoped she was no different. 

"I'm going to check out the bathroom." I informed her.

I saw her head bob a little with acknowledgment. She had a nice figure for a 45 year old; big bum and a peach ass. A lot of guys would have looked at it and salivated. They might have wanted to get between her pillows, and maybe a few did. But that was unlikely considering the kind of woman she was. Still, it would have been nice to be proved wrong. If she offered me pussy on a plate, I wouldn't say no.

I opened the door to the shower room and stepped inside. It had a circular design, and was white as anything; like a giant ping pong ball. The walls were white like the floor. There were two layers of floor, and I stood on the smaller outer strip. The inner circle was wet and two naked figures stood soaping their bodies. They did not seem to mind me and one female even took a few steps in my direction before beckoning me forward. She wore small swimming goggles and her ginger hair was matted in cream, clinging against her shoulders. Her entire body was lathered and she resumed soaping it even more. I reluctantly removed my robe and placed it on a hook provided. 

I heard the sound of some internal pipe stuttering between the walls and then the inner circle was sprayed with a water from above. It was basically one giant ceiling shower system. It was hot so steam was rising the moment it hit the floor. I entered the circle with my hands covering my privates. 

"Oh my!" I moaned as the spray spattered against my body and began cascading down a thousand runways. I didn't feel so embarrassed now but only scratched my balls when they were facing away. The other user was a guy but he was not with soapy girl. 

She found me again and was now free of cream, her hands on her head with her perky tits pointing at me. She was small, with a cute freckled nose. Her mouth opened and she guzzled some water and then spat it out. She was checking me out and my equipment with a serious lack of coyness. It was a frank approach and her eyes were drawn to mine pretty quick once the kid goggles were off.

She took my hand and led me to a patch that was free of water. I hadn't realized that some sections were dry at the top like the eye in a storm.

"Hi." She smiled wide with teeth baring. She offered a hand I shook it.

"I'm Rob." I said

"Lani." 

"So, anyway, you can soap yourself DOWN HERE." She shouted over the increased down pour.

"THAT'S GREAT! THANKS A LOT." I shot back.

"You're welcome Rob." She smiled as the deluge of water subsided. She casually placed one hand on my shoulder like I was an old buddy and then cleaved off layers of water running down her face with the other free hand. I took the goggles that lay around her neck and put them over her eyes again. She smiled once more, baring those beautiful teeth and drew in to give me a hug but hesitated when her lips were near mine. I assumed it was because of the massive log that was pressing against her belly. She soaped me along the ribs and arms for a bit before eventually retreating to another part of the shower. I continued to observe her with my hand rubbing my throbbing mushroom shaped helmet. She resumed pouring creams and lotions onto her hand and then applying them to her little naked frame. Maybe she said goodbye to me but I just didn't see it. 

I soaped my body and left my penis for last. I don't think Lani was going to talk to me after I sprang that surprise. So, not only would my dick testify against me, but it also didn't know anything about tact. great! Still, I wasn't too disappointed as I figured this sort of thing happened a lot. Add to that, a shower facility with hot water which was really remarkably comforting and there was already two things to look forward to in a place like this. Once the lather had rinsed off I stepped outside the circle and dried off with a towel. I hung around to watch a little longer before putting on a clingy sleeping robe. My entrance into my dark room was stealth like. If mum was asleep I did not want to wake her. She lay on her back now and was awake. As I sat on the edge of the bed wondering where I was going to sleep, she let out low internal moan as she turned to face me. Visibly tired, she must have had a little nap and now I aroused her. 

"You smell so fresh." She sniffed.

"You should take a shower too." I advised, refraining from telling her it was more than a tad casual in there. 

"Yes." She said trying to gather her thoughts.

"Can you manage?" 

I knew that she would struggle and considered going with her but felt it was not right. I would likely have to soap her everywhere and hold her against me in case she slipped. If my penis was up she would feel it like Lani did. What would heighten the problem was that we were the same height so my long creamy cock would be up against the entrance of her wet dripping cunt (from the shower that is).

"I feel better." She said getting up. still hobbling but covering more ground. She went and took her shower and I lay there guiltily hoping she would fall so I would have to rescue her. 

She came out a long while later with my robe in her hand. I must have forgotten to bring it out with me. I was exhausted but got up. She took my hand and led me back to the bed where we had no choice but to snuggle up against one another. She was wearing a white gown too and I could feel every contour of her frontal area through the thin fabric. My penis sprung out and I bent inwards but she pulled me in tight and pressed her body further against me. Which made sense, adding that it was cold and she wanted me to warm her up. I loosened up and my penis ventured further between the seemingly closed walls between her legs. They opened to let my cock in and then closed. I wasn't sure if she was aware of this but she genuinely appeared to be cold. 

"How you feeling?" I said stroking the full length of her sleek back.

"Smell better." She replied. "Don't feel my bruises as much." 

"Its dark but they look like they are already changing color."

Her face was right up to mine and we were swapping hot steamy air, which wasn't helping my tactless dick. I could only compensate for its stupidity by pretending not to be aware of my consenting dicks display. I did the usual yawns and rubbed my face like I was tired but it was a it difficult to divert her attention from an 8 inch rock hard cock that was lodged just underneath her moist pussy. She nudged into me further and her slinky robe slid away from her thigh, exposing her entire lower body. Was my dick really between her legs? I wasn't sure, it had to be somewhere. Her thighs were strong and had a tendency to slide against one another. I could even hear them making some hot, frictionless movement. Stupidly, I rose until I was able to see her ass and lifted the collapsed robe back over her legs. She aligned herself slightly, realizing my intentions and lay still like a boy who was being shown how to wear a tie. When I slumped back to snugging range I brought out my big hands and held her face the way she liked it.

"I remember when you were a kid, I used to hold your face the same way." She reminisced.

"I copied you."

"When you were upset, I would lick your tears away." She reminded me. 

"I thought it was disgusting." I laughed.

"If you cried now, I would still lick your tears away." She assured.

"Why?"

"Because its my way of showing you I love you. No matter how old you are, your mother's affection is not constrained by time." She said glassy eyed.

"You really know how to embarrass me Ashley."

"Show me you love me." She muttered under a low breath.

I brought my face up a little so it was over hers and waited for her tears to flow. I missed one but then stuck out my tongue and caught the next. It was salty and nice. The next one was intercepted by my wet tongue and licked clear off her cheek. I continued licking around her closed eyes afterwards and then kissed them both before planting my head back down. By now, my dick was so hard, I was ready to squirt reams of cum all over her body, but somehow I distracted myself by visualizing an old woman with no teeth smiling at me. That worked! But I had to keep thinking about her.

"Let's get some sleep. Tomorrow is a big day." I said stroking her face.

She nodded and closed her eyes. 



The Ministry Ch. 02



The next day we decided to have a look around the other structures rather than go inside Agron. It was clear that the only way in was if I shaved my mother's taco. She agreed we should spend the day exploring other things but knew that what we really needed to do eventually was go back there. 

It was not a big island so we could go round it in a day. It slopped upwards at one end and was rocky around there. No one lived by the beach on the flat side. Brown robed citizens wandered aimlessly around the forest from what I could see from above. 

I spied a mushroom and plucked it out from where it was. Man, I was hungry. "Do you think this is edible?" I asked Ashley. she shrugged her shoulders and took it from me. Aligned it with the bright sun in the sky, then she let it drop and skittle down the rubbled slope. 

"Let's not find out hotshot."

We had to ask someone. I carried mum down into the forest and we searched for others like us. It was not long before we encountered a few strays; a couple of girls who seemed just as keen to see us. They approached and then stood with hands on hips. We greeted, shook hands and hugged.

"Good morning." Spoke one

Her name was Vespa and she was very tall and skinny. Her robes seemed to be too broad for her but were the right length.

"Good morning."

"This is our 3rd week." She explained sparing a squinty-eyed glance at my mother.

"We got here yesterday." I replied.

"Noobs" The other dark haired Indian one spoke. Her name was Usma.

She had a looser robe and it ran down in a V, exposing the front of her chest, with the side of her tits both clearly visible. There was quite a big gap between them that caught my attention. 

"You guys hungry?" Said Vespa.

"Very." Mum replied. 

"Everyone has that problem when they arrive here. When you go into Agron, there are two paths right? Take the one that leads to the classrooms. There are canteens along ... What's wrong?"

"We were hoping to avoid the main building today." I explained. 

Mum went for an exploratory stroll while I explained the situation. The only thing they needed to know was anything other then the reason why we were here. Still, telling two strangers about pubic hair and razor blades was awkward enough. It just proved, I would do anything to get food. 

"Wow! that is pretty weird." Usma said looking at Vespa. 

"Yep. That guard was playing you two." She whispered turning around to scan for my mum, who was on her way back. 

The girls giggled and told me that Ashley looked more like my sister. They asked for my room number and told me they would smuggle some food out after lunch and bring it to us. They were really nice even if a bit immature and bimbo-esque. I did find Usma quite hot though and she was checking me out when we parted; turning around every so often and waving. 

"What did they say?" Mum asked.

"They are going to get us food."

"That is really kind of them. Everyone helps each other around here."

"Brown robes only, and not all of them."

We knew that red robes were higher in class than brown, and so I wondered what other classes existed as we made our way back to our lodge. Ashley seemed to be walking less gingerly now but her ass seemed to pout a little now and again. I held her close and she even asked me to carry her the rest of the way but I laughed and told her she was taking the piss. she laughed cheekily and bumped her hips against mine. 

We sat and rested for a while since there was nothing else to do. The shower was running and must have been busy throughout the day. Ashley recollected how naughty Lisa was a child and what she looked like the day she disappeared. We had very few photos of each other, so, I couldn't picture her in my mind like my mother could. 

Lisa would be 18 now I reminded myself once again. I do recall what she wore at least -- A pink top with an elephant cartoon bursting out in the middle. She liked to wear colorful things. Down below she had cut off jeans and sneakers. Her hair was always in a bun, but I had seen pigtails on the odd occasion.

Mother said she looked like her, almost exactly; a spitting image. The only difference was she looked younger and had freckles sprinkled around her nose. We don't know where she inherited those from, since our family was freckle free.

I used to call her freak show, but then she would taunt me about my big hands. I could see my mum was crying again but I pretended not to look in case she asked for a tear licking session. It did feel slightly naughty. Mum's had a way of expressing they're friendly desires towards their sons in a way that confused me -- How could my mum want me to lick her face and not find it erotic? 

She wanted me to massage her feet all the time and to spend more time with her a lot. I understood I was the only family she had after Lisa was abducted, but she had to understand I was a young, horny cave man, who was at the height of his libido. 

I was supposed to be hunting down girls and mating but instead I was stuck at home looking after my lonely mother. We were on this endless adventure to find our missing brethren and it had led us here. To a place that was bringing us closer to each other rather than to what we were looking for. 

"If we want to find your sister we will have to do things we don't want to." Mum explained.

"Like swimming?" I joked.

But it was a bad joke. She saved it somehow and reminded me that it was my sister that taught me how to swim. I was afraid but she was brave. She held her nose and dived in once. I just copied her and almost drowned but she brought me up to the surface and called me a wimp. But then she stroked my back and squeezed my hand assuringly. That gave me renewed confidence. She had that ability to make you feel better in between the insults. 

There was a knock on the door and I opened it. Our new friends were waiting outside with baskets. They came inside and laid out a blanket, placing the baskets down and preparing it kindly for us. I joined in with my mother and we sat around taking in the beautiful smells. My stomach was telling me this could beat yesterdays shower scene.

"I figured we'd eat together." Vespa explained laying out plates and serviettes.

"Good idea!" Mum replied. "By the way you girls are really sweet." 

Vespa blushed, said 'Aw shucks' and then gave my mum a romantic looking hug. Usma kept looking at me as she took out bread from the basket, her robe still very much open at the front. It was a seductive Indian V. 

I sat like a king as my plate was filled with bread, cheese, a sausage, scrambled eggs and crispy bacon slices. My mouth was watering as I tucked in. The girls laughed and seemed mesmerized by the way I wolfed it all down. Usma moved closer to me, until her thigh was resting on mine and Vespa had hers firmly rubbing against my mother. They were a very chilled out couple. They explained they were buddies and had joined the Ministry online. They had lots of third party names but recruited through a complicated network of channels. You had to be smart to get in and have a desire for the message, which I didn't ask about because it there was no need to blow our cover. So, they were more intelligent then they appeared. Very cozy too. 

"I did not bring any water ..." Vespa began "we were hoping you might want to quench your thirst directly from the stream." Usma finished staring at Vespa who sat adjacent to her. 

"Sounds like fun." I burped.

Everyone laughed. We got up and the girls led us to the stream in the more deeper part of the forest. We ran the rest of the way and buried her faces into the cold water. It was frighteningly cold but tasty. I wanted to drink it all but that was just my greed overpowering reason, and not for the last time.

That really helped me burp a lot more. I sat on my knees and watched the girls frolicking around like we had sneaked out of college. They looked like witches of the coven; pagan sisters. My mum looked healed up as she danced around in circles with hands locked together.

Sometimes I could see they're bare legs spring out away from rugged cloth and the flashing images seemed tricks of the mind in the near night. 

"Let's play a game!" Vespa announced.

"Yes, let's" Usma said jumping ecstatically, her breasts threatening to pop out.

"Ok." Mum laughed.

Vespa liked her 'up for it' attitude and stood facing my mother. She was taller than all of us and quite aggressive in her affection. Her hand was toying with my mother's belt for a bit, then she tugged it towards her and bumped her body against mum's. Mum gazed up into her eyes and imagined her daughter and was lost inside those eyes. Vespa looked down at her like a queen and stroked mums nose against hers.

"Game is called Tree house." She said through gritted teeth, holding mum's robe tight like she was about to tear it open. 

Usma rushed up to me and took my hand. We ventured along the stream path and crossed a bridge. Here there were a few giant tree's that were hollow inside. Usma explained that we would turn around so they could hide in a tree, then we would have to guess by entering a tree who was hiding where. Loser would have to swim in the nearby mud pond. Vespa whispered something in Ashley's ear and then we turned around. 

"Don't look!" They warned as they selected one of 5 trees to hide in. 

After a few minutes I turned around after hearing the signal. We got one guess only. Mum asked me if she could go first and I thought that was a good idea. If she got one wrong, the odds would drop to 50/50. 

"One for luck." She suggested jutting her ass out for me. I gave it a good spank. She said thanks, twirled, blew me a kiss and resumed her course towards the trees ahead. Her bum moved seductively in that robe. When she took a step forward one cheek moved in and the other moved out. It was hard to watch anything else.

"I'M COMING!" She shouted.

She did ip-dip-doo and then selected the middle tree. I saw her disappear inside. She came out a few minutes later and I celebrated with fists pumping in the air.

"Wooo-haa!!"

She smiled and called me silly as Vespa came out of the tree behind her. I groaned and rubbed my face like it was being attacked by ants. They came out hand in hand and Vespa was the one in front with mum behind her. "You're turn bad boy." Mum said.

"Ok. I can do this." 

Though the odds were now 1/4. The girls stood behind me giggling and whispering to each other. I figured Vespa told mum where she was going to hide, which is why she wanted to go first. These girls liked to play it dirty but I didn't mind one bit.

I advanced forward and sniffed the air. That wouldn't give me any clues but Usma had a sexy smell, kind of animal. Not that bestiality was a fetish but it was intoxicating. It was strong around her neck I remember when she kept switching her weight from one hip to the other as it came my way. 

I chose the skinniest tree to my far left and then cautiously peeked inside.

"Usma?" 

I walked in and it was dark as hell and the smell was very woody. Thinking about wood, I had one wriggling around inside just thinking about spending a few minutes with Usma. I heard laughter and the word 'fail!' over and over before heading back out. Usma poked her head out of the tree on the far right and waved at me. 

We all converged back near the bridge. Everyone was amused and laughing away but I was dreading what was to come. All three girls grabbed a bit of my robe and took me to the mud pond. 

"Come on guys ..." I gulped.

"You lost the game." Mum said 

"Yeah" laughed Vespa. Usma mouthed a sorry to me and then they all shoved me into the pond. 

I seemed to explode as I crashed into the thick sludge, waves of mud flying out from under me. I though for a moment I might pretend to be in trouble but then changed my mind and danced back up to the surface. I was completely covered in the stuff and waited for my eyes to clear up a little. 

"Hey guys" I said spitting mud.

My robe was weighing me down so took it off on the way out, remembering to fish it out. After all, it was the only clothing I had. I couldn't see the girls. 

"Guys?"

I had a look around and even ran back to the trees, checking each one but they were gone. They must gone back to my lodging. I guess it was a relief since I did not want mum to see me naked, even if I was caked in mud.

***

It was a slow walk back. I stopped by the stream to wash my robe and washed myself a little but it was too cold. By now my body was drying and was encased in a layer of strong mud. I felt stiff as I walked and invaded between the cracks.

I still had the taste of bacon in my mouth and was hungry for more. Agron appeared to be open 24 hours so I could sneak in and steal some rashers. I don't know why I didn't consider this before, but I could go to Agron without mum. Then there would be no need to shave her pussy. They had no restrictions on male pubes. I made a note to self to bring this up as soon as I got in.

I knocked on the door and waited. 

...

...

About 10 minutes later it opened. 

"Didn't you guys hear me?" I said. 

Usma laughed and led me in. Mum and Vespa broke off they're conversation to look at me -- I must have looked like the swamp thing. I looked down at my dick. It was mini version of an elephants trunk. Usma wrapped her hand round it and stroked it. I lurched back a little in surprise. Not in front of mum. 

"Son?" Mum beckoned.

I sidestepped the flirty Usma who wanted to embarrass me in front of my mother and then stood by the bed.

"What?"

"The girls want to stay over. Do you mind?"

"We only have one bed?"

"Then two of us can go back to their room ... maybe you and Usma." She suggested.

I could not argue with that. Mum also told me to use the shower in Usma's lodge so I picked up my muddy ass and followed my hot Indian honey out of the door. She took me back to room 89 as excited as hell. All the while I was wondering what Vespa was feeding my mum; lies or good advice. I had tried speaking to Usma but she didn't seem to be bothered or know what the Ministry was about. If she did she wasn't telling. Before we got in to the shower Usma took off her robe. She stood in front of me with her amazing tits swaying from left to right. 

"I love dirty men." She said taking my cock in her hand. 

"Then you're going to love me." I shot back. 

She stroked my muddy cock and wrapped another hand round it. The sludge started to come off and my big floppy dick was growing hard. 

"Do you like that?" She asked, stroking away from base to tip.

"Oh yes!" I moaned.

"Good, because I know you weren't going to get any from you're mum."

I opened my legs and watched her as she stroked me like a pro. Did she just say something about my mum? I think mud was clogging my ears. She wouldn't let me touch her because I was dirty but she could milk my dick at her pleasure. I wanted to see her throat move up an down when she swallowed my cum, so I hoped she liked to swallow. The odd stray thought jumped in now and again. Such as 'I wonder if mum likes to swallow? Then I would try to delete the thought. 

We entered the bathroom and it was empty. Usma turned on the shower and she was running her hands through my body. It was nice to get all the shit off me as I was looking forward to fucking Usma pretty soon. 

"You like that?" she said running her hands down my back and over my ass with her slippery hands.

I still couldn't touch her but as my body was clean again she started applying light kisses around my nipples. Every time I moved in to touch her, she grabbed my wrists and pushed them away. She squeezed my ass and kissed my dick as my eye vision started to fade. 

"I'm gonna fuck you." I kept saying, swallowing water in the process.

She nodded and soaped my body from top to bottom, staying on my dick and lathering me till I was creamed all over. Then she rubbed her body against mine till we were both clean.

She turned off the shower and took me back inside. 

"All of the residents in this block are guys." She explained kissing my dick and leading it by the hand to her bed. She asked me to lie down and I did so on my back. My impressive dick was up and ready for action. 

"So, you must get a lot of action." I said.

"Not really. They are all gay." she sighed. 

I wanted to high-five something, but all I could see was thin air. she laughed and held my wrists down as she knelt over began licking the tip of my knob. She applied ice cream licks around the helmet and watched me as she threatened to put her whole mouth in but kept pulling away at the last second. My helmet was sensitive and my legs and butt tightened and clenched whenever her wet gooey tongue slid along the top and bottom. She adjusted her grip and took my helmet in and then pulled out slowly till her lips were at the tip and then she kissed it. 

"Fuck!" I groaned. 

She gave me this treatment of helmet sucking kisses for a good while, with strings of saliva converging out between mouth and dick. 

"I don't want you to touch me." She warned removing her grip on my wrists. I nodded as my mouth was started to feel dry; my body sweating and my heart racing. I would do anything she wanted right now -- even let her sacrifice me to some knob head of a god. 

"Just suck it baby." I moaned opening up my legs. I wonder if my mum liked opening her legs; Random thought 2. Delete thought! Delete! Suck! Suck my dick! Suck it! 

"SUCK IT ASHLEY!" I shouted.

"Usma." She corrected. I covered my face in shame. I just said my mums name. But Usma carried on sucking. Her mouth delved in deeper and she took it all in, all 8 inches without any trouble. The sound of her mouth with all of my dick inside was very stimulating. Her head bobbed up and down and there was strings of saliva everywhere. My dick was throbbing and wanted Ashley to look at me when she sucked me off ... No, I mean Usma. Delete image from mind! But my mum's mouth was so fucking hot ... Restore deleted image.

Usma stopped sucking and started jerking me off. Her hands moved up and down on my wet throbbing cock like she was sculpting a clay vase. Sometimes she adjusted her ass as it was stuck to my legs and was getting sticky and itchy. 

"Cum for me baby!" She said stroking faster. I loved this hand job!

"CUM FOR ME SWEETHEART!" She shouted.

But I refused. I was just about hanging on. I wanted more. It couldn't end like this. Not like this. 

Usma slowed down her strokes and mounted me. My dick slipped inside her tight pussy after a bit of forceful pushing. She sat down.

"Fuck yeah" I gasped. She had a tight, hot cave. 

"Just don't touch me." She warned.

She liked being in control. Maybe it was just for tonight. She went with what her mood was. Her body jumped up and down on my dick. Sometimes it would slip out and she would help it back in. she moaned with ecstasy as she rode my dick, the same words coming out of her horny mouth. 

"OH YEAH!!" "FUCK YEAH!!"

I lay there listening to her ass slap against my balls and imagined my mother holding my dick caked in mud. I was so horny, I wanted to fuck my mother too. Maybe Usma imagined I was her brother. It was so hard to keep my hands by my sides and I felt helpless and vulnerable. 

"What if I touch you?" I moaned.

"Ungh ... I will get those gay guys to GANG RAPE YOU!! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE THAT YOU FUDGEPACKER!" She screamed banging me silly. She was just as lost in it as me, saying whatever was most offensive as she yelled and barked and slapped that booty in and out of me.

I didn't reply just to make her feel like she owned me. I enjoyed that feeling. My dick was throbbing like mad and I was about to shoot but Usma sensed this somehow and pulled out. 

"Fuck yeah." She said in a low tone.




The Ministry Ch. 02



She leaned in and licked my cock and began to suck it from base to tip over and over. 

"Cum in my mouth baby." She said seductively. "cum in your baby sister's mouth."

I thought of Lisa. Maybe Usma really was thinking of her older brother. All was good.

"cum in little Usma's mouth bro."

Yep, she was!

She sucked me so good, the hairs at the back of my neck were standing up. sweat was trickling down my body and my face and Usma was sucking and then stroking and just alternating between the two pleasure giving techniques. 

"GO ON USMA!"

"Do you like you're sisters wet mouth bro?" She moaned.

"YES! PLEASE DON'T STOP LISA!"

Usma smiled but continued sucking as I reached eruption point.

"GAAARRGGHH!!!" 

I shuddered as my sperm ejaculated in strong powerful spurts. Usma kept my dick sealed inside her mouth and pulled on my dick to drain my of all my cum. 

"OH FUCKIN FUCKK!!!!" I squirted and squirted and my eyes rolled back and hands wrenched at the bedsheets as I collapsed back down defeated.

Usma looked at me and pulled her mouth out of my dick which looked surprisingly dry. Then she opened her mouth and showed me all of my cum juice inside. She closed her mouth and swallowed, then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. All gone!

"I love you Anil." She said thinking about her brother.

Maybe only he had exclusive touching rights to her, I wasn't sure, but I hoped not. One thing was for sure, it was the first time I had ever had sex with a girl, while we both pretended the other was the others sibling.



The Ministry Ch. 03



*NB: this chapter is told from the view point of Ashley*



There was something about Vespa that made me happy, but I just could not place it. When she brought us food and was sitting so close to me I felt at ease, as if she was someone I trusted. I believed in fate and the supernatural because it was such an important part of my life growing up. My mother was a mystic and always spoke to strangers as if she knew them. She was a special woman and I could sense Vespa was the same. Every time she brushed up against me I had to respond in kind, I could not afford to treat her in any way other than she wanted. I was so glad we met the girls like we did, because I needed someone to talk to. My son was great but I could not tell him I was raped by two men in brown robes. I could not tell him, that they also lived in our lodgings. I'm not sure which room but I did not want revenge. When I had my shower they were in there with me. One recognized me as he was soaping his body and tapped his friends shoulder. They both smiled and waved and then jerked off in front of me. 

"Is your ass still sore?" One asked. 

I turned away and kept to myself. I was thankful there were others around otherwise I may have been raped again.

Somehow, I shut them out of my mind long enough to get some sleep. My son was being great and let me embrace him with all my heart. Could he feel it beating? I could feel his. He was very hard below so I trapped his big cock between my legs. I did not want him to think I knew because he is easily embarrassed, but so am I. Everything about him is big and that makes me proud. He has big hands, a big cock which should please the ladies and a long tongue like mine. Of course it felt a bit awkward at first, lying naked with my son but then I just melted into him after a while and dropped off to sleep. 

He might have to shave my pussy soon so I'm not looking forward to that. As I was saying, meeting the girls changes a few of the dynamics surrounding our investigation. 

Usma seemed to connect with my son right off the bat. After we ate and they suggested we go to the stream, I had to agree. I enjoyed the games we played – just acting silly and childish was therapeutic. Vespa clung to me on the way to the tree's. She told me she would be waiting in the middle. I didn't want to cheat on my son like that but I felt like playing along to see where it could lead. A good investigator watches everything unfold seamlessly, so there is no need to force anything. I started off a little edgy though and threatened to compromise our cover. 

I was foolish to shave my pussy by myself but I had no idea these people had powers. At least the red ones. When I was in the middle tree and Vespa pulled me in, I almost felt like I was being handled by my ex-husband. He used to hold me with such confidence and I forgot how much I miss that. She was so tall and so slim, like a supermodel, yet she was deceptively strong. 

she made the flesh under my chin feel funny, and my knees a bit wobbly. I knew it wasn't love – how could it be? I grew up knowing my mother batted for both sides in a town where the church ruled our lives. I guess thats why she became a mystic. Sometimes the wrong messages can only drive us further away, into places and passions we might not otherwise have gone.

I don't know where I went, but was very fortunate to have a mother that gave me a choice. I was never into girls and nothing has changed, which is why I am trying to place Vespa. Where can she be allocated? When she held my face, I instinctively knew that I had to open my mouth. I waited mouth agape for her, even though it was not instructed and we were in the middle of a silly game, I waited and took long deep breaths like a gecko in a hot dry desert. Vespa smiled and drew her mouth in just over mine before spitting inside. It was the biggest thrill I ever felt. My first reaction I admit was surprise. strange thing to say when you open you're mouth out and present it to someone who is nearly holding you up off the floor. 

Maybe what I did was symbolic of our growing bond. How I responded to her was a consequence of earlier actions on her behalf, after all, she was the one who brought me food earlier. I was like her child; a chick in the nest wanting my mothers beak to open. 

Somehow, I married the issue of sexual frustration with maternal longing, both of which seemed fairly vacant from my life, even before Lisa's abduction. But Just because I had not had sex in so long it did not mean I was suddenly gay or desperate. In the past, I had listened to my son beat off in his room when he thought he was alone in the house and it bothered me, because one of us had to be the responsible one. 

There were times when it was difficult, and in weaker moments I found myself walking into se shops and sometimes coming out with the odd kinky accessory. I had bought quite a few dildo's and was fascinated by them but never used any. I just didn't think it was appropriate for me to be scrubbing the walls of my pussy with a detached rubber cock in my room just in case Rob walked in on me. I imagined it was the sort of image he did not want and could effect him in a bad way. My ex admitted he sometimes he had images of his mother manifest while we were having intercourse, so, the same could happen to Rob maybe. I was thankful then that I had limited him to seeing less of me in a way that could compromise our relationship. 

Coming here jeopardized that somewhat. I felt closer to my son – really close; like best buddies. When you feel close to someone you can become dangerously attached to them and highly dependent. They feel like your property, but my son IS my property. 

As a guilty pleasure, I heard him jacking off many times and it was the sound of someone really enjoying himself. I took sick days at work just to hide in the house and try and listen. I never once touched my pussy. But I was always thinking about it. If you allow your sexual desires to mount, can they erupt when you least expect them to?

Vespa was trying to find out. She had seduced me without having spoken any words. I was so weak, i succumbed to her touch. I liked the way she just grabbed me and treated me like I was nothing and her two faces were fascinating. In front of my son she acted differently – like she did not want him to know her true intentions. Usma was the same. But the way they were presenting themselves to me ... was that real? I had to dig further.

I had to be more careful though, because, when I trust people, I start revealing my entire life to them – all the dirty laundry comes out, all in one basket. 

When we hurled my son into the mud pond and Usma suggested we run back to the room, I was so caught up in the game, I followed behind but my ass was hurting so I stopped. Usma carried on and Vespa promised to stay behind. She said "Hold my hand." and I wanted to make feel happy so I reached out and held it even though I was complaining I could not run, she said "Shhh." and gazed into my eyes. 

"I know." She said.

"How?" I asked, guessing she was on the right page.

"The way you walk. Sometimes you wince and you don't strike me as a submissive woman. In fact, I know you do not like to be dominated."

"Really?" I was so confused. She could read the expressions on my face even if the light bulb died.

She knew I had been raped. she was right, I was not submissive. Sometimes, powerful minds suffer lapses of weakness, when they are as vulnerable as the next person. My behavior was probably a result of trauma; shock of being aggressively raped and mentally dismantled. Suddenly I retreated into my shell for the first time, into a form I only remember filling as a child.

My mother would only open up to me. I was like her human diary. She didn't keep anything hidden, she made sure I swept the roads clean (in her head) and I was like the rubbish bin. I told Vespa that my mother had an opinion on incest regarding its lines and where they were drawn. She was an avid voyeur, like her brother and together they would watch their parents fucking. When her brother was older, he started to have sex with girls and my mother liked to watch him fuck them. When they were both married, my mum increased the stakes and would visit him and sit in the same room while he fucked women. She did not consider it incest. Even when she circled his nipples with her toe throughout an entire session she did not consider it incest. Incest was simply penetration. 

I told Vespa this.

"I can smell gay and you are not gay, or bi." She told me, dismissing any possible protest. I was almost disappointed I didn't make the grade. I felt rejected and wanted to show her she was wrong, but then that would be a manifestation of a false struggle; wanting to prove something just to show someone they had to think carefully before estimating you correctly. 

"Come." she said.

I started to walk – I did it for her. When she walked with me, she wanted to stare into my eyes but I would sometimes look away or try to look busy. 

"There are three other types of robe you know." She told me.

"Apart from brown & red?"

"Yes."

"In what order?"

"Blue robes; Yellow robes and ... black robes."

She squeezed my hand and slowed down for me. I never wanted her to let go. She wasn't sure exactly, but knew that they had abilities. The black robes were never seen. They did not even make rare appearances. Only yellow robes had seen them. The higher the rank, the fewer the number of positions held. Usma figured there were 10 yellow robes. Only one had made an appearance so far. His name was Dalrich. 

"Apparently he can fly." She said. Maybe to scare me, I wasn't sure, so I tightened my grip on her. I was hurting her but she kept a straight face. If she was right he could be flying overhead, spying on us.

That was what appealed to Vespa, that's why she joined in the first place, and Usma was just tagging along. 

The winds seemed to pick at night, being on an island that was a common thing. It was hard to trust you're footing on the ground when you couldn't tell the shadows from the holes. We made it back to my lodging and did not run into my attackers. 

She turned around and held my face.

"What?" I asked softly.

"You are sleeping with me tonight." She said and she wasn't asking. 

I nodded. 

She was young enough to be my daughter and I was submitting to her. She seemed strong like those two men yesterday. I opened my mouth again – this time I wanted it. She pressed my mouth hard and spat inside. I closed my mouth and swallowed it all down.

"You are something else." She laughed.

Maybe I was a slave? 

The word, in a sexual context, had many variations. What was mine? It was possible I transcended orientation. If my main area of stimulation was submission, could I still be categorized as gay, bi, or straight? Did having homosexual labels offend me? Being something and trying it, were two different things. If I was so turned on by Vespa, I could still be straight. I had never been excited by women, and felt nothing for Usma, despite the way she dressed. I could see she was however, making an impression on my son. I didn't like her but needed to be alone with Vespa. 

When we were inside, Usma was getting hyper and pacing around the room talking about how much fun she had tonight. Me and my Vespa sat down and were already reading each others minds. We couldn't wait to get rid of her. I belonged to Vespa now, and Usma would just have to get used to it.

I interlocked my hand with hers and Vespa sang me a few very old songs. I was so enthralled by her knowledge of the lyrics. She was truly gifted. 

"I will only do it for you." she whispered in my ear.

Usma clapped and hugged Vespa. She had known Vespa for a long time and had only ever heard her sing in the bathroom. It didn't matter when a song was written, truth in words were timeless. She just found more truth in the period she focussed on. The sincerity in her tone had me wishing she had written those songs, had me almost believing it. 

"Are you serenading me?" I asked somewhat embarrassed.

"I'm trying." She admitted.

Knowing she wanted me kept me on a leash, but hearing her confess it, gave me back some of the power I had lost over the last 24hrs. It was almost as if I was snapping out of a spell she had cast. She gave a discerning look as I straightened my previously hunched back.

"My son ..." I blurted.

The sudden concern was in keeping with a fading poison. I derailed my fingers from Vespa and leaned away from her.

"Chill out bitch" Usma spoke like it was acceptable.

"Usma." Vespa said sternly.

"Whatever. Sowie. I get excited."

"Apology accepted."

She came over and hugged me and pouted her lips. I leaned forward and met her lips with mine. The kiss was for apologies. She had a sharp beak and a pea sized brain and I would die before letting my son marry someone like her, but he could fuck her if he wanted. 

Vespa's face was like thunder when she saw us kiss because Usma was trying to interfere with her. Usma gave a sly grin and put her hands up halfway, and backed away. Vespa then turned to me, somewhat hurt and pissed off. Her jealous expression pushed me back down into her realm, and I was intoxicated; my momentary recovery, merely a temporary illusion. Or possibly a minutes awakening from comatose – waking up in the hospital bed at night, when no one was around to see that I was back. Only to be dragged away again. The devil could show such sights my local pastor would say. To hear him speak, you would not think he was a man of god, but something evil. He talked evil down like the lord wanted but had a tone on him and an expression that was contrary. Once, the power went in our home and he was passing by outside. Our house was outside of town but near the church, so I assumed he came by to check if we were okay. I looked down and caught him looking up. There was only enough light to see his outline. The creepy thing was he did not knock or ring the bell, he just stood looking up at me.

When I was young I got scared easily. I could sit up and stare at what I thought was something disfigured in my room, or around the house, for hours. I was afraid that if I moved or closed my eyes it would grab my feet and pull me away to some place where I could not scream. 

I would stare in the hope that it would move but it never moved. Sometimes, I was brave and would turn on my lamp, only to find I was seeing things or that what I was afraid of for the last hour was a jacket on a chair, or some clothing hooked up by the door by a hanger. 

Vespa was talking to Usma when I saw her hand was free – so I took it. We interlocked again. She was really pleased and a little bit apprehensive for a moment but I scooted up against her and all bad vibes were soon expelled. 

"Can you smell that?" Usma said sniffing.

It was was a tad earthy.

She opened the door and there stood swamp thing! 

"Didn't you guys hear me?" My son said 

Usma laughed and led him in. If he was mad it was hard to tell. The mud had encased him and his penis was looking very big under those layers. He looked down at it himself and then Usma wrapped her hand round it and stroked it. He jumped back a little in surprise. 

"Son?" I called out.

He sidestepped the flirt Usma and trudged up to me.

"What?"

"The girls want to stay over. Do you mind?"

"We only have one bed?" He reminded me.

"Then two of us can go back to they're room ... maybe you and Usma." I suggested.

He agreed. 

"Oh, and take a shower in Usma's lodging." I asked him.

There was no complaint and within a minute both were out of the door. 

***

After we were finally alone, we decided to take a quick shower together, though I was still a bit shy and preferred if we soaped one another only. She could see my reservations come through on my stiff neck – it just would not relax while we there. She tried massaging my neck but the tension was too overpowering. We washed each other down quickly and rushed back to our room, all excited having really enjoyed soaping her pussy and ass. I praised the size of her vagina and slim figure but she a bit funny about me getting carried away.

"I ... don't like compliments." She said with a red face. 

I turned off the light and disrobed. She caught the outline of my body and gasped. Even though she had seen my naked body in the shower, the mood had changed. We had both shaken off the tension and were in the mood for love. She asked me to just pose for her for a bit and I tried some photo shoot favorites. 

"I will try to think of compliments that do not embarrass you then." I replied. 

She opened the covers and I crawled in. She was skinny so it felt less cramped than when I slept with my son yesterday. The other difference was that we were both naked and huddling together and it was nice. I wondered if I would do that with my son?

Even though we huddled, I felt like she was holding me. 

"You trust me already?" Vespa said breathing on me.

"Sometimes I am compelled to go by instinct." I explained.

I shifted to face her. I hoped she would spit in my mouth again. I opened my mouth but she stroked my face and kissed my lower lip instead.

"Remember you said your mother spoke to strangers like she knew them?"

"Yes ..."

"What if she had met them all before when she was younger, except they looked different?"

"Like in another life perhaps?"

"Like ... in the same life?"

"I don't know."

"What I'm trying to say is ... you trust me so much already. We only met today."

"I know."

"How do you know we haven't met before in this life, but I was someone else?"

"Like who?"

"Not sure – like your local pastor? How do you know I'm not him?"

Her face took on many transformations in the darkness and my heart started to palpitate a little. Her very touch suddenly made me uneasy, when just moments ago I was lusting for it. I was where the beast wanted me; in its lair, under its control. Vespa was able to manipulate the shadows around her to change her form, and her personality. My mother had warned me about such things but I never listened. Still, even if Vespa was kidding around, I was not impressed.

"I can show you such sights my dear little Ashley." A manly voice whispered.

I began to feel a bit strange after hearing that because I had heard it before in my youth, from a man who decided who was condemned and who was saved.

"No." I muttered in a low hush, my neck beginning to stiffen.

I felt the pastor wrap his chords around my neck. He licked my nose and understood that if slavery transcended orientation, then necrophilia was in the same boat.

"Ashley?"

He shook me and then called my name again – told me he would be back.

I felt his lips against mine and they felt good. 

"Baby you're scaring me." Vespa said.

It was Vespa. I turned on the light and touched her face. 

"Its me honey. its me."

"Can we keep the light on?" I requested.

"Of course you can sweetheart." She pulled me into her and I wrapped my leg over hers. I hooked an arm over her back and rubbed my rug against hers. I desperately had to fuck Vespa.

We kissed each other gently and delicately for a long time. She tasted so sweet and was so horny it made me hornier.

"Lets shed some more light." She said throwing off the covers.

She mounted me and I opened my legs out so she could press her trimmed rug against mine. She began pushing pussy on pussy and fucking me – slapping her vulva against mine. She rubbed and gyrated and lowered herself to plant wet kisses, sometimes even bite me.

"Tell me if I'm hurting you." She whispered.

"I will." I replied..

Vespa slammed her rug into me with great aggression and it made my pussy wet. 




The Ministry Ch. 03



She hooked her hands under my knees and lifted my legs up to get more grind. We gyrated together and the feeling of our two moist pussy lips was amazing. Hers was longer and her vulva bigger and more imposing than mine and I just wanted to submit to her forever. She held me so easily and her grip was so powerful, I was really impressed.

She dropped one leg and sat over it in a diagonal position, with my other leg planted vertically against her body. She held the underside of my thigh with both hands and rubbed her clitoris against mine. I preferred this formation and laughed just thinking how weird this situation was. 

"I love you Vespa."

"Mmmm" She smiled kissing my leg. Maybe I was over reacting. I wanted to retract my confession but instead I repeated it. "I love you baby." I said with less confidence. My breath was ragged and my throat was husky. The bed was shaking and seemed old and cranky. It had probably seen a lot of action. It added to the intercourse that was for sure. What also added to it was the possibility that anyone could walk in from the bathroom as it had no lock. As Vespa seemed lost in her task of slapping her pussy and ass against my cunt I cast an eye over to the bathroom door expecting it to break open any second. Two brown robes would disrobe and fuck me in all my holes while Vespa held me down. Would I like that? Did I enjoy the way they hurt me that evening? I certainly did not like it at first. I was screaming and shouting and then crying and sobbing. They were laughing and then when they started teasing me, by rubbing their helmets inside the cleavage of my ass, flicking cock and stroking my cleavage with their meat poles I was becoming agitated and my ass was automatically jutting out, wanting them to not tease me. I moved towards their cocks when they touched my lips with it – I wanted to suck it. That was my shame. I was no longer a victim if I was enjoying it.

The bed stopped creaking for a moment as Vespa stroked my soft smooth leg. She switched around so that we were in a 69 and I folded my knees and opened my legs. She dipped her head low and spat on my cunt while I peeled open her bum cheeks to reveal her ass hole. She started licking me good and I dabbled with trying to poke a finger inside her ass. 

"It's so tight." I told her.

She muffled a reply and purred as she tensed her tongue muscles and penetrated my small pussy.

"Oh Lisa!" I blurted.

I wasn't sure why it came out but Vespa just reacted by stabbing my pussy harder with powerful tongue. So I said it again.

"Fuck me Lisa!" I cried.

Vespa's nails started to dig into my thighs and it was hurting me but she just dug in deeper as she pounded my pussy like a crazy bitch. I could feel blood pouring out of my leg and her bails retreating. She had made a statement. She rubbed her fingers into my blood slowly, painting my skin with it. My reaction to this was to rotate left and kiss her thigh with the lightest of pecks. .

"I'm sowie V." I apologized.

"You know what repent is? Its a gimmick to keep you interested in god." An unearthly voice spoke but it wasn't hers.

She put her mouth to my pussy and injected her tongue inside. I could feel her wriggling around against the walls and mixing her saliva with my cunt juice. I began to throb harder.

"Oh god!" I shrieked.

I convulsed and climaxed with her tongue still plugged in. I saw cum dripping down her leg from her pussy and licked it off. She lowered her body and I started to lick her cunt. She was different in that she was making no noise, so I could not tell if she was enjoying it but she squirmed and pressed against me a lot. She rose up and sat on my face. I could only breathe through my nose but loved the way her pillows rested on my face. She tried not to touch me because of the blood on her hands so she just laughed like a minx and began bouncing on me. My head was caving in to the mattress and then jumping up into the air as her cunt slapped my face over and over. I grabbed the bedsheets and breathed quick short breathes in between gasps as she face fucked me with those big pillows. 

"Am I hurting you Ashley?" She asked as the bed trembled and creaked.

I kept screaming muffled yes' but she told me to speak up. She stopped after a while and leaned her upper body weight on one hip. She had very long body. I was exhausted but I managed slump my hand on her thighs. I stroked them for a long time. She got off after a while and went outside in the rain. She left the door open, but returned shortly with a wet cloth. Vespa sat down and gently cleaned the blood from my thighs, and then leaned over and kissed each of the ten marks. 

"You must think I'm a bitch." She said 

"... I deserved it." I said softly.

"You mean that?" She asked.

"Yes. I do."

"Lets go outside." She said taking my hands. I obeyed at once. I would do anything for her. My legs stung a little but for me they were like love bites.

We stepped outside in the rainy veranda and leaned against the beams. It was nice to feel the rain and we both felt like embracing one another but decided to resist for a little while. She had some sort of adventure in mind. I was her bitch so I let her lead the way. We circled the logged house spying through windows, all of which were dark. 

"It's no surprise. It must be late into the AM." She guessed.

She pressed me up against a random window and my ass was right up against the glass, mashing into it and making squeaky sounds. I looked up at Vespa as she grabbed my neck and spat on my face. Then she licked it off and we kissed. I wonder if they were awake inside and could see my humiliation. I hoped so. 

She took a finger and inserted it into my pussy, then she finger fucked me for a good while.

Her slim digit poking and then penetrating my slick cunt; it made my legs weak.

"When I look up at you're window child, I expect you to know I'm there." She said with that strangely eerie voice again.

She had taught me to fear her and now she had to make me accustomed to her assurances. It seemed like something I could get used to. Soon one finger became two and then she slowly inserted her fist inside and my mind exploded!

I knocked up against the glass and it almost cracked.

"OH YEAH!!"

The light came on inside and Vespa grabbed my hand and we bolted. We laughed as ran back to our room. It was so exhilarating to be Vespa's slave. 

She pushed me up against the door and we kissed one another with a deep forceful passion. 

"We should probably get some sleep but first I'm going to get you ready for bed." Vespa told me.

She led me to the shower room and there was some steam rising from the floor. It seemed like someone had just finished having a shower. As we stepped in the circle we saw two men. My attackers. 

"Do you know them? Is that them." Vespa spoke in my ear.

"No," I lied.

"Man they are really ugly ... But those cocks are AMAZING!." She gasped.

Both men stroked their cocks and watched us curiously.

She told me to lie down so I did. I felt a drizzle of oil on my back and then the two men approached. 

"Do you mind if I help you ladies out?" He said taking the bottle of oil from Vespa. 

"Not at all." We both replied. 

He sat on me and squeezed out all of the oil on my back and then used his big hands to massage it all over my body. In a matter of moments my entire body was slick and I was slipping around on the tiles. He massaged me every where and especially my pussy and tits. I wanted to scream and tell Vespa to save me but my body was very receptive to his touch. 

"Feels good doesn't it?'" He said.

"Yes." I replied.

I sat up and put my hands on his thighs, my mouth found his floppy cock and he gasped some what surprised. When I looked over I saw Vespa taking in the other guys cock in her mouth. We were both stuffing ourselves. At one point she abandoned the other guy to join me in double sucking my guy. He had a hand on both of our heads and his head tilted up while his friend was kissing our bum cheeks and pushing his face inside of them. 

"OH FUCK YEAH!"

We all moaned and talked dirty to each as we had our group sex session. I knew who they were and what they did but I separated my desire from that incident. I only cared about lust and would deal with the incident once my lust was satisfied. 

"COME ON BABY! SUCK PAPA'S COCK!" The man moaned.

His dick was slick with saliva as it throbbed and we sucked and kissed it all over. Vespa took his balls in her mouth and I kissed his helmet affectionately, and could feel his body tightening so I sucked faster. I grabbed his dick jerked it over and over.

"AAARRGGGHH!!" He groaned as he ejaculated all into my face. It was a lot and I was completely drenched. 

"FUCK YEAH BABY!!"

Vespa crawled up to me and licked all the cum off my face and then we kissed each other with our tongues.

The other guy jerked off by our faces and we brought out our tongues in anticipation. Then he ejaculated into our mouths; two or three squirts in each mouth.

"OH FUCK ME!!"

We continued to suck their limp cocks with a hungry fervor afterwards and even pleaded for the ugly bastards to fuck us, but they seemed spent. 

"Ha! You girls are so dirty." They said. We flirted with them for a while longer, stroking their dicks, trying to get them up again and tongue kissing them and then we parted.

As I lay down to sleep and Vespa joined me a few minutes later, now with her head on my chest like I was her daughter, I could not stop my head racing with all that had happened in the last 24 hours. What was wrong with me?



The Ministry Ch. 04



NB: The story now continues from Rob's point of view

I don't think I had ever met a girl quite like Usma. She was quite the beast. I was still miffed that she wouldn't let me touch her though. We both knew each others dirty taboo secret now. She wanted to fuck her brother, Anil, and I wanted to fuck my sister, Lisa, even though I had kind of forgotten what she looked like, I just imagined it was like a younger looking version of mum. This kind of fantasy always appealed to me but I used a different plot device to explore it. Basically, this was the 'Marty Mcfly' concept, where I would go back in time to encounter my mother when she was a teenager, and then just let her take me home and seduce me. A kinky thought!

Still, I was fairly contented with the way she was now 45 years young and looking every inch of it. I wasn't sure she had similar fantasy's whereby she would be traveling to the future to meet an older version of me but it would have been nice to know if she did. Then I would convince her forget time machines and be an incest cougar. We could keep it in the family. all the sex might help get rid of all the tension and stress in our lives, but the only cog in need of placement would be in Ashley's pocket and she wouldn't slot it in until she agreed with my perverted ideas.

All of last nights antics had taken us away from our primary objective but I suppose mum was the only one with her head screwed on straight. 

When I woke up, Usma was sound asleep. These girls probably were late waker's. I lifted up the bed sheet to expose her Indian derrière. It looked like it had never been touched. There were no stretch marks on the sides, no scars or rashes, though I noticed one mole on the small of her back. I pressed it like it was some kind of button, but it did not seem to activate her, which was fortunate. I brushed my hand up against her butt and it was nice and smooth. 

"Now tell me I can't touch you Indian bitch." I whispered.

I planted a hand on one cheek and watched it jiggle. I poked it and gave it little soft squeezes. I grabbed a handful of bum and wanted to just pull it out like it was moist dough. I slithered down so my face met her ass and kissed her soft bum a few times. Considered masturbating over her ass so I could shoot out some jets of cum and I got myself going for a while just beating off with my dick hovering millimeters away from her crack but then somehow found the will to stop. For some reason, I could not get my dick to operate beyond a semi erect status. I guess I was hungry, and that was the only thing that was sometimes more important than sex. I kept thinking about crispy bacon strips and chicken bucket meals. Maybe Usma had cast a spell on me before we slept, or while I slept. I tried slapping her face with my dick but she was comatose. A lot of her hair was scattered about – just odd strands, but that wasn't uncommon with women. I got up, put on my robe and exited the lodgings. 

There had to be a way to get in to the unauthorized areas. 

I always found I worked better alone. So far mum had only slowed us down, and now was an opportunity to make some real progress. When I entered Agron I was not approached or stopped by anyone. It was a lot more busier today, maybe it was a Saturday, I don't know. I ate at the canteen first and then I took the right sided corridor into the great disk hall and tried to look like a regular brown robe. 

No one was looking at me as far as I could tell so I nervously slipped into the shadows and made my way to one of the left wall alleyways. I met some dead ends and then tracked back and tried others. The first few no entry signs I did not have the courage to enter until I found a third, which was further in and no one was around. I could see the alleyway led to stairs going down. 

"Well well well." a voice spoke.

Alarm bells were buzzing in my head. My senses had failed to notify me of the presence behind me. It was a female voice of which sounded very much familiar, but that did not stop me from freezing in place. I turned around rather stiffly to meet the figure and drew a sigh of relief; It was the shower nymph.

"L-Lani?" I stuttered.

"Wow, you remember the name!" She said rather impressed.

We stood there contemplating our curiosities towards one another and just watching each others actions in what I deemed as an awkward situation. Not for her. No, one side of her mouth curled up into a smile that gave her a radiant glow. She came up to me and slithered her arms all the way round until those cute little hands were pressed face up against my shoulder blades. I was surprised she could reach, but I noticed she was on her toes. I had to admit, there was so much affection coming from her it was impossible not to feel butterflies.

"So, erm. I wanted to ask ..."

"Yes?" I replied.

"Are you by any chance single?" She asked somewhat nervously.

I considered Usma was probably someone I was involved with now, so it was only fair that I explain that to the ginger haired Lani. But then I do recall that technically, I had my first sexual encounter with Lani, before I met Usma. The only difference was, I hadn't really had sex with Lani yet. 

"Er, No. I'm unattached." I said opting to lie.

"Neat." She said beaming at me, the joy in her face readily evident.

We automatically leaned in together and shared a quick peck on the lips as if it was something you were supposed to do after a hug. I wasn't sure what to do now with her around, whether to get rid of her or bring her with me because I wanted to find Lisa and could not afford to take too many risks. Maybe she was long dead but I had to know either way and I wasn't going to leave here until I was satisfied. 

I took Lani hands and stroked them while contemplating how to break it to her. She saw that I was thinking about something important and waited patiently for me to reveal what it was. Her eyes were certainly more honest than Usma's that was for sure.

"I want to tell you something, but ... I don't know how." 

"What if I told you, I'm a very good listener?" She said.

I couldn't explain it but there were so many good vibes coming my way I just had to let them open the lid on my deepest thoughts.

"Okay ..." I started with a deep breath. "About 7 years ago ... my sister was abducted." I said leaning up against a wall. "One minute she was in the house and the next ... she just disappeared. There were no screams or signs of a struggle."

"Where were you at the time?" She asked with a pinched brow. 

"That's the strangest thing ... Me and my mum were in the house and we didn't hear a thing." I explained lost in thought.

She squeezed my hand and pressed her body up against mine. I paused to open my legs so she could get in closer. I had an erection and she could feel my wood but instead of moving away, she was just grinding against me; rubbing her front into my cock as if to massage it. 

I slipped my hands down the small of her back where they rested before continuing my story.

"Anyway, we went through a who's who of investigators and it turned out they were as lost as the police department. After 5 years they wanted the case closed and my sister declared as missing – considered deceased. There was legal action and the courts were on our side. Two years later, we were contacted out of the blue by a source unrelated to any department."

"One person?"

"That's right." I said, my heart beginning to race. I looked over Lani''s shoulder and saw no one but there were a lot of shadows, and the eyes played tricks with me at times when it would have been nice to have night vision. If one of those red robes found us, Lani could find herself being taken away to one of those evaluations. I couldn't tell if she had shaved her pussy since yesterday, not through the fabric of the robe, but I got the impression that she would not stop me had I the inclination to reach inside the slit and touch her cunt. 

"He wanted to talk to us but not in person. He passed on a letter that was hand delivered by the local priest."

"He knew the priest?"

"Maybe, maybe not. An acolyte would protect the identity of anyone who swore an oath to god. That's how I see it."

"Do you know his name?" She asked.

"No. But, I have a coded letter. Maybe you can help. Its back in our room."

"..." Lani looked down for a bit and put a hand to her chin. 

"So, you think maybe you will find her here?" She guessed.

"I hope so."

" ... I want to help you in any way I can." She offered.

I held her chin and then leaned down so our lips could press against one another. She had a sweet taste and a rosy scent. I looked around again and then turned my attention to the no entry path. This is where we would begin, although so far I wasn't sure how many pathways existed. Perhaps Lani could go on a scouting trip later.

"I figure we need to go to the places we don't have access to." I suggested.

"Are you certain your sister is not in one of the residential houses in the forest?"

"I checked a resident listing – the red robes keep a record. she's not on it." I lied again. I needed Lani and if I had to lie to keep her on my side I would. 

"Oh, ok."

She had a valid point, Lisa could be a resident, but I got the impression brown robes were not brown robes for very long. She followed me as I climbed over the sign and entered what was forbidden territory. If it was possible step over the line once, you could do it again. But this was for a good cause. She stumbled and quickly rose behind me as we moved along till we reached the narrow staircase. It was quite dark and claustrophobic and as we descended there was a more damp kind of smell emanating from the walls. Lani clung on to me tightly and I felt more concerned about something just hurtling up from out from no where and having no option but to stand and defend myself while Lani escaped. At the bottom, we came to a dead end. The wall ahead was a light sandy color. Upon closer inspection, we realized the wall was actually a few feet further away then it looked and a passage was visible to our left. It simply gave the illusion of a dead end because the corner was camouflaged as sandy as well. Here was another set up of stairs. A cold breeze wafted through the passage towards us in one constant wave. at one point there were two paths but one led to a stairwell buried in rubble. Holes in the walls revealed nothing but darkness and the odd bat or two. 

Eventually, the only remaining path was cut off half way. Below it was a drop down to a kind of cave. "We can make it." I assured Lani. 

"It looks far." She said concerned.

I advised her not to cling to me as I was about to see just how far. The moment she let go, I hesitated and looked down, feeling disorientated. The steps themselves weren't stable, and could collapse under our weight, so I took in a deep breath and jumped. 

The fall was quick and thunderous. Bits of sand and debris hurtled down with me as I hoped I had picked the right spot. Seconds later I came crashing down onto a dusty floor. Plumes of smoke billowed out and dispersed around the room. 

"Robert?" Lani called. "ROBERT?!"

"I-I'm alright." I coughed and wheezed. 

When the dust settled, I gathered sand in a large pile around the spot where I crashed and told Lani to jump. It must have been a 10-15 meter drop which was high enough to break a few bones. She lowered herself down till she hung precariously from the last step. The whole thing was moving under her weight and then she closed her eyes and released her grip. She plummeted down with a funny feeling her stomach and then opened her eyes as she landed flat on her back. It was a safe landing. She was so light I probably could have caught her myself. 

"Hurt?" I asked, brushing off sand from her neck and collarbone. 

"No. Can you hear that?" She said. "Sounds like rushing water." 

"Quite a lot by the sounds of it." I agreed.

Lani eased back. She felt comforted by my touch and stared into my eyes. I could see the high passage above through the reflection in her eyes. We had come a long way in a short space of time. Despite the task at hand, there was no urgency; we had time on our hands. I maneuvered about until I was sitting on my little ginger haired girlfriend. She let her body relax in to the sand bed I created for her, knowing that it was time for a little break. As I loosened her robe, her lips peeled back in expectation of things to come. The front fell away to her sides and revealed her nude body. She lay still as I snaked a hand over to one of her perky cones. She gasped at the size of my hands as it appeared like her body was unspoilt and tiny. She waited patiently as I first playfully doodled and then caressed her tits. I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. My kisses and licks made her close her eyes and smile, and she remained in this state of bliss for a long while. 

At some point she was chuckling to herself and I just had to find out why. But she didn't want to say, so I stopped to close her robe so we could continue and that did the trick. 

"so, what is so funny?"

"This." She said showing me a ring on her finger. 

A wedding ring. As she twirled it, a sparkle hit my eye and deflected into several directions. 

I groaned and slumped my face into the sand. Why did I not notice this before? I could tell she was just teasing me but the admission heralded various agendas and the one I had in mind was not necessarily one of them. 

"Baby, It doesn't mean you should stop." She explained. "I just was afraid to tell you."

"So, how long have you been married?" I said circling her pink nipple with my finger.

"Well, Joe is my child hood sweet heart. We were pretty much holding hands since birth. we got hitched 2 years ago." She explained, licking her lips.

My small circle became smaller as I reached the tip of her hardening cone. Her chest was flat in this pose and her ribs were sticking out. I put my finger to her mouth and she took it all in and sucked on it ensuring it was nice and wet when I pulled it out. 

"So, you love him?" I asked, anointing her erect nipple with my wet, sticky finger.

"Yes, I do." She squirmed.

"So, you just want to have some fun on the side?"

"Not really, no. I mean ... " She began with a ponderous observation of her ring. " ... I'm in love with you ... As well." She finished, with her eyes meeting mine.

"Really? Is that possible?"

"Sure. I kind of fall in love easily." 

"Your man should keep you on a leash." I laughed.

She laughed, agreeing with me. 

"He does. But, he knows what I'm like. I need to have many lovers or I become depressed."

"Do you want to marry me Lani?"

"Yes."

"But what will Joe think?"

"Well, he doesn't want to lose me, so he'll do anything I want."

Talking about all this was driving me crazy. What kind of a hot nymph was this anyway? I kissed her areola and ran a hand down her stomach, all the way to her soft cunt. I finger fucked her slowly and she was squirming and moaning; always asking for more. Her pussy was dripping and her legs folded and swaying against and away from each other. 

"Don't stop." She groaned.

"Don't stop?" I asked, teasingly moving my fingers away.

"Yeah, don't." She replied softly, taking my hand and guiding it back to her gleaming pussy.

I took two fingers and inserted them into her hot cave. Eventually, I used more fingers and then I was fisting her. I always wanted to fist a married woman. That was on my 'to do' list along with making their husbands watch. But that dark fantasy was somewhat distant. Specks of dust fell off from the mid air stairwell and hit my back and I was wondering if it were better if we moved just in case it was chunks of debris that fell on me next. I was so busy thrusting my fist inside my ginger bitch I was not particularly concerned enough to make such an adjustment as to support the fragility of the surrounding environment.

"Oh my god Rob!!" Lani cried with her legs up in the air. "Oh my god!!!" 

"You like that bitch!!" I grunted. "You like that?"

My fist drove in and out with a ferocity that could not be tamed. I imagined she was my mother, or Lisa. At one point, she was even a two headed representation, with one head being my mother and the other Lisa. This was not an illusion, it was simply my fantasy. I guess a two headed incest creature could suck more dicks. Double blow jobs might also be interesting. Perhaps that was the future – specifically, it was the kind of thought I took seriously while in the midst of any erotic activity

"Don't stop!!" She cried. "Oh god!!"

"Yes mother!!" I replied. "Gonna fist you good ma!!"

"Okay son!! Fuck mommy!!!" She cried, playing along. She was a fast learner.

I fisted her some more and then pulled out. She shuddered and climaxed, but I wasn't finished. I made her suck on my dick before opening her closed legs and pounding her with my big cock. She grunted after each pump and was sweating like a stuck pig. Her freckles seemed to be more highlighted in the sand light. Her eyes were shut and she was swooning with her back arched, submitting to my aggressive assault. Her interest escalated the longer I went on, and soon she was alert again and looking to rake her nails along my shoulders at every given opportunity. The scratching was forceful, and were at least just about equal in rage to my downward thrusts if not as powerful. 

"Oh yes!! Fuck me!! Oh fuck me!!"

"I'm gonna shoot bitch!! I'm gonna shoot!!!" I shouted getting ready to cum.

"Yes!! Yes!!! Shoot!!!!"

"Gaaarrghhh!!!!"

I pulled out in time to squirt my spunk all over Lani's stomach and pussy. I moaned as I blasted her with one load after another and she lay there and took it. She thrust her crotch upwards to beg for more and cress my dripping dick so I duly obliged and rubbed any oozing cum against her butterfly flaps. When I was finished I licked it all off from her body at my own pace and we rested in that same spot for an age. Our bodies tangled together, and breasts were heaving against one another. A cool draft from the holes on the walls dried us off before we got up again. She stood up and I held her by the waist.

"There are some holes in the wall leading out. Shall we follow?" She suggested.

I turned her around and peppered her cunt with kisses. I was thinking we could stay here and fuck again, but I had to get a grip of myself. I was curious about what lay beyond this section where sand met the gray wet stone. Up till now, the structure had been man made, with cemented walls, but here it met with granite slate stone.

"Are you ready my lover?" Lani said helping my lazy self up off the makeshift sand bed.

"I'm your lover am I?"

"My new lover." She said knocking her his against me.

It was a nice ego boost and one that tempted me to hurl her back onto the bed so I could entertain her with the second round of proceedings. Instead, I cupped her face with both my hands hands kissed her forehead, adding that she was my cute daughter, in the name of lustful role play. She called me daddy and quickly found my hand so that she could hold it with a grip that affirmed our growing bond. 

We analyzed the circular cave-like room, starting fro the darker back end, but found nothing there but wall. The only way out was through the holes ahead. The gaps were a bit low, so we had bend down to get through. It led out to a slab of rock, that was part of a rock face. Not far down below, was a very busy stream.

"Hmm, I wasn't expecting anything like this" I said scanning the large expanse.

"Lets climb down to the bottom." Lani suggested.

I found a safe route down and took us to a rubbled path. Beyond the wide stream was another path much the same. But there was another cave too. We trekked along our side for a few minutes but it looked like it went on and on. 




The Ministry Ch. 04



"There are some vines on the rock we climbed down from. Maybe we can swing across?"

We got up there and latched onto a few vines. This time Lani clung onto me and I warned her to hang on tight. I stepped back as far as i could go and then took a run up and leaped. The plant was strong and sturdy and carried us over the stream and onto the other side. But we had to swing back and forth a few times just to find a suitable landing. Once on the other side we entered the cave entrance and followed it. It was a bit dark but there was a path lading straight ahead. It lead out into a flickering corridor. The passage was a tunnel with a low ceiling. The passage was not as narrow as the stairs but still stuffy and full of cobwebs. The first thing we saw was two stone statues up against the wall. They looked like hooded figures with faces concealed inside. In fact, the passage was full of such statues, Lani was a little apprehensive but made no attempt to signal her disquiet; she was going to push on as long as I was beside her. 

"Each one is a little different." She pointed out. 

She was right. The first obvious difference was that there were a selection of male figures accompanied by the odd taller female. The protruding chests were quite large and appealed to my sense of wonder. I ran a finger along the contours of one breast and watched sprinkles of dust break off. Upon furthr observation we saw that the finishing on the robes were not identical, and some had different types of tassels. Even the stonework and color of stones varied. The only similarity with the males was height. It just made me feel all the more unsettled. What if these fuckers woke up? I had watched enough movies to know it could happen. Lani, who was tiny compared to the female statues, planted two hands on each breast of one female and watched as they glowed. her hands turned left and right as if the breasts were dials and she felt empowered as if they had augmented her sexual appetite by ten fold. The more I looked at her, the dirtier a slut she looked. Her sinister glances towards me suggested she was carnal and in the mood to kill anyone that attempted to approach me. I belonged to her and her claws were out for blood. I took her hand and she started to relax again as if I was the able to counteract whatever agent deposited itself into her from those large breasts. I felt a draft hit me and I looked far ahead to the end of the passage. 

"Come on."

We hurried through the path with fingers crossed. Nothing seemed likely to come alive, but it did not prevent a dozen or so gulps to pass before we reached the end. The exit led out to a small space with an arched entrance presented itself. The stonework was lighter here and the entrance looked more majestic. Lani's hand was just as sweaty as mine but we kept our fingers interlocked.

We took a long breath and stepped inside. Before us was a large room with no visible ceiling; only darkness. The great hall of Agron was probably not above it though. It was very dim and heavy with old air floating around in swathes, As we advanced our eyes adjusted to the light and we were able make out the room more clearly. There was a red carpet on the floor that stretched out beyond our vision. It was almost like a giants room. We heard whispers all around us, from each swathe of air that passed through us. What was this place?

"I feel very small right now." Lani laughed.

"Ditto."

From the passage we came from you could not fathom it would lead out to something as grand as this. What was visible was what the shadows couldn't claim – Evenly spaced giant columns sprinkled throughout, colored in a chalky silver. Light sources adorned on some sides and not others. It was cold in here and so big that we didn't need to whisper when we talked as our sound was quickly dispersed by various elements such as the thick air around us and the carpet. Still, we were just as adept at remaining quiet if need be.

"You can go back if you want." I told her.

"I think I'd have to find another way." She remarked referring to the partially collapsed stairwell.

"Guessing by the size of Agron and its many channels, there are probably quite a few similar exit points." 

"So then we'll find them once we're done here." She iterated.

She had been adamant about getting to the bottom of the mystery just as much as me, despite being a layman for the most part. If she was hiding anything it was impossible to say, since I was no good at reading women. I held her chin up momentarily to taste her lips once again. Her love was so freely submitted that it was always a convenient time to partake in it. The only problem with that might be when she decided she did not want to be touched, but until then I would continue. There was also another pressing issue that was growing by the minute and it related to a particular Indian babe by the name of Usma. I had considered Lani know about her earlier and the thought even crossed my mind again now that I knew what I wanted more. 

Both girls had different qualities, the most appealing one right now involved who was the easiest to trust, even if I wasn't quite being honest myself. This wasn't a vacation and none of these people were important. Just be like 007; I had to be cool. Lani seemed to like my kisses anyway, and my touch, judging from the way she leaned further into me every time my lips tangled with hers. She was the more assertive one, but we both had our moments.

We stayed along the back wall and took the path to the right. There was no need to venture into the wide open spaces leading to the center of the room. Walking along, my heart was drumming hard and fast, my hands were moist, and my hair was feeling itchy. What was the Ministry up to? I was sure this place held a few clues. Carrying on we encountered an arched doorway like the one we came out of. Peering in I saw a similar passageway. It appeared the back wall was built with a number of doors, which meant that, from above, perhaps all the passages leading down, simply led here. We agreed to count them all for some reason. This meant finding one corner and resetting our count to zero. From there we marched to the other end, lucky that no one had come out of any of them.

"That's 30." 

"Wow. Why so many?" She wondered. "Does the tax payer subsidize this." 

"Perhaps each one belongs to a specific member."

"Maybe they all have their own urinals too." I joked. 

I was treated to a tug of my belt robe for the minor misdemeanor of trying to be funny. She followed it with a tap of my ass and an affectionate squeeze. There was rather less love for the expansive room we found ourselves getting lost in. We had walked so far, I was pretty confident that we had passed through Agron long ago having considered that twice already. If we were to break through to the surface above, there might be earth and soil waiting for us I presumed. I conceptualized emerging inside one of those hollow trees and discovering my mother romping with Vespa, with mother on the floor and her neck tugged at by a leash being pulled on by the leggy teen. That was a pleasant time filling thought that gave me instant wood. Lesbian domination sex was certainly something I could easily spend the rest of the day dreaming about. Every time Lani squeezed my hand I was snapped back to reality, which wasn't such a bad place to be. 

We both looked at one another and sighed. I scratched my head. It was time to investigate the other side. I took note of the time based on the time I entered Agron. Then it was 9:05 am; but now possibly, near noon or later. Perhaps it held many functions, for events and gatherings. There was plenty of space for groups or individuals to split off and discuss world domination and various conspiracies. We stayed along the walls and walked up. There was no doors on this side. I got the impression, because we could not tell exactly how high the ceiling was, there was every possibility that a big creepy hand could reach out from above, latch onto us like a frogs tongue spitting out without warning and carry us up into the unknown where its lair resided.

My hair was standing up at the back suddenly. Why was I afraid of things that weren't real? But the things that were, affected me too. I remember the childhood nightmare that was recurring. 

In it, everything seemed normal. I would wake up, put on my slippers and rub my eyes. After a few yawns and lazy stretches I would make my way to my parents room and normality would end. Standing by the bed would be this goblin like creature. I would run up to my parents who were lying in bed only to find their heads missing. The goblin would laugh and lift up the hem of the bed sheets which he would prompt me to check, but I would freeze, knowing what was there. Once he knew that I was frozen stiff, he would come for me.

It was probably quite funny thinking about it now, but each dream reflected insecurities and exploited them. Maybe it was a mechanism of awareness that allowed us to solve problems when we were awake. In effect, we had to dream in order to evolve.

At the end Lani adjusted her fingers on mine and moved along the final wall on the other side. In the middle was one doorway. Inside everything was dark, except for a thin white strip that led forward in a line. When we stepped on it, we could feel a big draft from below. This was a bridge. We followed it out to a circular landing. There were three other paths but in the middle of this landing was a floating orb with smaller ones orbiting it; golden in color.

"What's this?" I blurted.

"I'm not sure, but I don't think we'll find Lisa here.." Lani guessed.

"No, wait a second." I said approaching the objects. I picked one off its course and my teeth felt like they were vibrating – then my body.

A slit in the orb opened and revealed an eye and when I looked at it I saw through the eyes of another being, somewhere else. 

I saw through the eyes of someone getting up, perhaps from a bed. Looking at the room, it looked a lot like mine. But then most of the lodging rooms were identical. Whoever it was got up and walked to the window. I could see a reflection but it was hard to tell. Looked female.

There was a knock on the door and the female figure opened it. A man entered the room. Tall, upturned nose, maybe in his 40's; looked a bit like James Coburn.

The audio on this window was low so I had to listen hard. 

"Old habits die hard old man." Spoke Coburn.

Old man? 

"I know what I'm doing." She said.

"Where is your daughter?"

"Ask her yourself."

Coburn leaned in and kissed her. She did not stop him.

"How does that feel?"

"Weird. Masculine."

"Do you like it old man?" He asked kissing her again.

"Wait." She said standing up. I could hear a shuffling sound and something stretching and then noticed the shadow of the female had changed – it had grown. 

"Try it now." She said, except her voice was now masculine. Did she just transform into a man?

Coburn looked up with a whimsical smile which said "No thanks".

That was good enough. He let go of the orb and it resumed its course. 

"What happened?" Lani asked.

"I don't know exactly ... ."

I picked out another orb. The slit opened and I stared into it. 

I found myself looking through the eyes of a person inside his or quarters. It was a nice design, reminded me of star trek, except the darkness outside the windows was not the cosmos. The sound of breathing told me this was a man. He walked through to his living room and put down his red robe. He looked down and checked his dick. "Finally gonna get some action." He said with a spring to his step.

"Honey I'm home!" He said and was met by a casually dressed woman who looked like the perfect home maker. She had a tired smile but stretched it out to hide her weariness as best as she could.

"wHAts hApPeNnInG?" Lani said. My link to the orb appeared to effect outside sounds and Lani's voice was up and down.

"I don't know yet." I replied, completely addicted.

The woman hugged her naked husband and told him that she put some dinner away in case they got hungry afterwards. She was referring to some activity they were going to perform. The man took her hand and led her to another room that was dark and only some areas were lit by candles. 

"So, I did exactly what you wanted." The woman told him. 

"I don't know what I would do without you." He said rubbing his hands together.

I could hear whimpering as they ventured closer to the center of the storage room. The floors were gray cement and a lighted area was abundant with wax. I could hear some ruffling and muffled cries. A figure was hoisted up by leather ropes in a hogtied position. My heart froze as I saw who it was. But how?

Ashley! 

"She's been passed about a little over the last few hours honey, but the two guys who I paid said, we had to give her a go."

"How much did they charge?" The woman asked.

"For one hour ... $30."

"Hmm." The wife said checking my mother's teeth. "She's a bit costly."

"Its my treat." The man said getting underneath mum so he could get to her soft pussy.

The woman squatted to meet Ashley's face, and I noticed it did not have the bruise or blotches on it yet. "don't worry darling, we will take good care of you." She said with a sincere smile. 

"rObErT?" Lani called.

"Not now!" I rapped.

I knew my mum had been raped and treated like a rack of meat, but I never envisaged it would be so similar to my own fantasies. This was what the red robe meant when he said Ashley would be undergoing a "liability evaluation". It was more akin to a punishable crime I would have thought. My mother was essentially being used like a sex doll, except she was far from lifeless. She offered an interactive experience that customers were willing to pay derogatory sums of money for. So, they did not consider her to be any where near a high class hooker, which I found insulting as I stroked my cock slowly. I mean $30 was nothing – even computer games cost more. On a more associated comparison, hookers in Tibet cost far more. It was amazing what you could learn from watching TV. The low end hookers were charging around $90 and that prompted me to book a flight to Tibet, only to change my mind at the last minute. That was around the same time the priest delivered the coded letter. 

I returned my attention to the couple. The orbs were able to capture real time events with those already occurred. Although, I could not be sure about the time period of the first orb I checked. 

I could see my mother was suffering with all that equipment attached to her, leaving her unable to speak nor fight. A gag was stuffed in her mouth and the only thing she could do was look afraid, and she seemed to do it very well. I felt a boner coming on. I know it was inconvenient but when was lust ever convenient. I always seemed to get wood at the wrong times, so, I had just learned to get used to it. But now I wanted to do more; I wanted to embrace it.

"Shhh my dear." The noble wife said to my mother while caressing her chin in the most innocent way. "It will all be over soon, I promise." She assured her.

It looked like they were an ordinary couple, but they were just into something a little bit immoral. The husband was bad cop and his wife, good cop. While hubby molested my mother, his wife was there to provide empathy and support to the victim. I felt beads of sweat running down my face and a hand sneaked inside my robe pocket with an aim to reach my excited penis. This was not good – I was getting so turned on by something that was (or had happened) to my mother. This ordinary couple with their dark secret was awesome!

The man licked my mothers pussy and thats all he seemed to be interested in the longer I watched. I was more interested in his wife. she came across as a really nice lady, and despite what she was doing, my opinion of her had not changed.

"Mmphh-Mmpphh!!" My mother spoke through the gag in horror and despair.

"Shhh don't cry." The lady said, wiping my mother's tears like she was tending to a monkey in a cage. She was genuinely caring for Ashley and expressing concern for her anguish. Her husband said something and suddenly I was seeing through her eyes. The orb allowed me to jump between people, which was an impressive feature. I wondered what else it could do?

I could now see the man's head propped up against my mother's cunt, licking away. He held her onto parts of her body harness and tugged it down to bring Ashley's cunt closer to his mouth. His tongue teased the flaps of her outer labia and coerced her into crying more, but not because she was wanting him to stop. I based this assumption on the way her hips were attempting to thrust her vulva out towards him, desperately begging for his tongue. I knew that my mother was not inclined to behave this way, but then she had spent the better half of the day getting anal raped amongst other things. Since she couldn't stop them, so she opted to join them instead. They got her to a point where she wanted to interact as well, but was frustrated by their own preferences which involved a rather more one sided sexual encounter.

"Dear." The man spoke and she picked up something and handed it to him. It was a blue dildo. Very soon mum was murmuring and her lower body jerking furiously to some vicious assualt. All I could see was the mans right sided shoulder jolting rapidly, using his arm like a wild piston. His wife turned her attention to mother, whose eyes were blinking in ecstasy and whose mouth was hanging open, despite the gag ball being inside. 

"Mmmpphh!!" Ashley muttered. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she went after each penetration.

"I'm going to fix you some tea after this." She said caressing my mother. "Unfortunately we don't have time to bathe you, but maybe next time. I mean, I hope you return to us one day. As you can see, my husband really likes you and I am starting to think the world of you myself."

"Ungh!"

I stroked my dick rapidly, almost believing I was the one saying those things to my mother. It was easy to think you were someone else while looking through one of these contraptions. I could feel my hand slipping away from my slick cock and my robe opening up. Lani could see I was jerking off and decided to help me out. She wrapped her spindly fingers around my cock and she started stroking away, while I brought my hands to my sides.

"Yes! Stroke my dick!" I said through gritted teeth.

The couple were doing a sterling job! Of course it was at the expense of my mother's innocence. she was there to be degraded and sexually abused and she appeared to be conflicted about whether she wanted it or not. It was weird, because my fantasy was playing itself out in front of me but the words were coming out of someone else's mouth.

The lady brushed aside stray hair that was matted on Ashley's face and blew into her face so as to dry off her sweat.

"You are the sweetest girl me and Tom have ever had visit us. That really makes our heart swell with pride." She said adjusting the harness around my mother's chin. 

"Mmpphh!!" Ashley cried.

"Tom only likes the most innocent girls. I have to say, you have been very good. You haven't been difficult which is rare for $30. I thought at first you were pricey, but now I think you are worth a lot more. Maybe $10 more. Your body is in great shape. When I was hoisting you up I was very impressed. especially with those beautiful long legs of yours." The lady chatted. 

Lani crouched down and put my dick in her mouth. She began sucking relentlessly and my dick was reaching boiling point. If I didn't know better, steam was coming out of my ears.

"Yes!! Treat my mum like shit!!! Ram that dildo up her wet cunt!!!" I yelled.

I'm sure Lani raised an eye brow momentarily because there was this lazy sucking sound that she made which was reminiscent of an infant pulling out of a pacifier. But then she began sucking with more vigor.




The Ministry Ch. 04



"Oh yes!! Oh fuck yes!!" I yelled

"Yeah!! Yeah!! Yeahhhh!!!!!! I'm gonna cuuuummmm!!!"

"Unnghhhhh!!!!!!"

I lurched as the orb sent various shocks around my body. My vibrating teeth were threatening to shatter so I released the orb. As my eyes adjusted I looked down and saw Lani looking up at me with a face full of cum. "Euughh!" She said in a very cute way. "So icky."

I put my dick to her mouth and she sucked on it, licking off any more cum that was still leaking out. I watched as the orb returned to its orbit and resumed its course. I was knackered and leaned over to rest my hands on my knees for a bit before standing up to let Lani work on my dick some more. She sucked on it till it shriveled. 

"Are you ok?" Lani asked.

"Balls must be empty."

"No." She laughed. "I mean, about the electric shock the orb gave you."

"Oh, yeah. No, I'll live." I replied, wiping some blood running down my nose. 

We couldn't find anything to clean he up with, so I had to lick my cum off of her face and that almost got us making out again but somehow we were able to resist. 

"That was quite something." I told Lani.

As we turned to leave, I heard a cough. Out in front of us by the entrance stood three figures; all yellow robes. I snatched an orb from its orbital and grabbed Lani's wrist. Although they blocked our path, the orb provided me with my only bargaining chip. At least that's what I assumed. The three hooded figures had something crackling along their arms, and it didn't look good, but as I waved the orb around they backed off far enough for me and Lani to run through to the previous room. 

"Run!" I yelled at Lani, dispersing in another direction. 

I tried to keep one eye on her but found myself turning my head right round to see where they were. All I could see was shadows and feel a cold draft against my neck. Something shot passed me and hit a column. The whole object was enclosed by a field of energy, which rattled its way up the column before fading out. Did that come out of someones hand? 

I did not want to find out. My heart was pounding and my lungs burning as I zigzagged my way through the giant columned room, looking to take one of the many passages at the end. I could run into Lani along the stream provided she was heading that way too. Since there was a growing temptation to hide, there was a chance, she would not be making an appearance where I was expecting her to. 

My legs were getting heavy and when I turned I could see two figures and they were flying. Suddenly my danger senses were off the scale. I' not sure if I trod on a stone just then because a sharp pang pressed into my sole and left me with pins and needles. I was hobbling and then I was falling to the ground. One of the closer figures became vertical and then landed on his feet near me with his arms losing their crackle. He must have hit me with one of his shots I guess. 

It was weird though because, my robe felt heavier and my body felt all out of shape. I got up just in time to see the other one land as well. 

"Where is my sister?!" I growled, wrapping my hands into fists.

They both looked at each other, and then pointed their hands towards me. Two bolts of lightning streamed out and conjoined to form a more solid outward beam. It jettisoned towards me and struck me in the chest. I found myself in the air and hurtling helplessly back. When I crashed into the floor and rolled to a halt, I was amazed to find, that not only was I intact, but I was also slightly emotional.

"Puryxia actually works. Impressive" One spoke to himself. "Let me have a go." The shorter one muttered to his colleague.

"Try something else." Said the tall one. He seemed to be the leader. 

I dusted myself down and wiped away my tears. Feeling lighter and more concerned about my safety, I opted to make a dash for the nearest exit, which was within range. My legs were filled with lactic acid and that was slowing me down but I had the distinct impression these men were toying with me more than anything else.

Several bolts whipped past and landed near or askew. I made it into the passageway and prised a statue from its stance, sending it crashing forwards and thus creating a minor blockade. When I got to the stream I saw Lani being held up by the throat by the third figure. 

"Put her down!" I yelled hurling stones at the yellow robe.

One stone landed on the figures head and he turned to face me. He tossed Lani to one side like a rag doll and seemed riled. I could hear the two coming up behind me and I was trapped.

"Its nice to have strays now and again." One spoke. 

"Yes, I've been itching to try a few things out myself."

"Vol, I have not set the triumvirate angle!! Wait!!" The figure behind me shouted. But it was too late – The two others linked a neon purple field between them and then the beam bended to reach their colleague who was not yet ready. When the beam hit him he raised his arms to control it but was hit by a flicker of flaming sparks to the neck and he stumbled back before falling on one knee to the floor. 

"Oops, heheh." The one called Vol laughed. "Too slow huh, Fred?" Vol figured.

"Its never your fault is it?" Fred sighed.

The felled man had steam coming off his robe as he made his way to his feet. He walked up to me and told me to run into the stream. "Go!" He ordered.

I hesitated and while the two robes were still soliloquizing I began to hobble towards Lani. The injured red robe stood his ground I saw his arms crackling. 

"H-Hey chill man!" Vol said, noticing his colleague was none too pleased. Fred swiveled as two blasts fired towards them, and one caught the ill prepared Vol , who landed on his back, with energy dancing throughout his entire being. But he rose quickly and shoved his other partner, Fred forward in an attempt to demonstrate how the odds were precariously stacked against the yellow robe holding his neck. 

"You think you can get away with helping them Dalrich?" Vol ranted.

"If it means I get to kill you later, then it would have been worth it insolent cur."

I watched at the stream edge with a groggy Lani as Dalrich leaped effortlessly off the floor to avoid bolts from his compatriots. Something had gone wrong, and that worked in our favor, but there was nowhere to go. The rock with the vines was in the wrong direction and the stream looked too dangerous to enter. There were rocks embedded in random points along the current and to hit one would mean death. 

"Wha- Who the fuck?" Lani gasped, staring at me like I was a stranger. 

Before I could address her she was torn from my grasp – hurled into the stream by a pinpoint blast from the enemy. I jumped in after her and tried to catch up, but was out of control myself. The rushing water carried us along at an incredible pace. I was pulled in and out of the water, and every time It looked like I was about to hit something I veered away. But it wasn't me – Up above the figure of Dalrich loomed with his arms out and legs together. he was using his power to navigate me and Lani as he himself attempted to escape fro the other two yellow robes.

"Hol- --ur b—eat-" Dalrich said, but I was unable to make it out with all the sound of rushing water and it entering my ears.

I found myself being pulled further and further away from him and into the deeper parts of the water. My throat was hurting and my body was tired. I wanted to rest and take a little nap. As he left my vision completely, and the darkness consumed me, I finally fell asleep.