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Villains

By: Grave clown



Ailis clutched at the neck of her travel cloak as she hopped off the carriage. The young woman's fresh face and bloomed figure would only attract unwanted attention, hence the need to conceal herself; especially in the free city Revela, where all sorts of unsavory characters made their livings. A place where monsters walked amongst humans. Anyone and anything were welcome to do business here, and that is exactly why Ailis is here. She knew though, that the opportunities were fraught with dangers, and she was prepared. She was afraid. She was excited.

After Ailis paid her fare and respect to the merchant, she turned to the bustling crowd of the flea market. She passed by a couple of brutish orcs browsing through several wicked looking blades hanging on display under a small tent. One of the pig faced creatures reared his ugly head and Ailis avoided eye contact. No need to get into a fight so soon, she thought. Though it was the first time she saw orcs in person, her studies taught her that these savage race were easily provoked. Even with just a curios look. And her near innocent appeal would only tempt those rapacious monsters more.

Ailis quickly turned a corner around a vending booth. Grease and broiling flesh assaulted her senses.

A green skinned hag that attended a cauldron asked her, "Yer looking lost lassie, need sumthin' to fill yer belly while ye try to get yer noggin straight? Just two silvers can get ye filled up nice…And then some. Heehehee! Here, have a taste. Ye'll be beggin' fer more."

Ailis wrinkled her small nose and said, "No thank you, but maybe you can tell me where I can find an elf called Firfel Gyssethym?"

"Ah! Now that's a familiar name. I hear lots 'er women drop their britches for him. Maybe ye are one? Lots of vengeful husbands are seeking his head too, so he has to be elusive. Now, where could the little devil be, hmmm…"

Ailis got the cue and handed over five gold coins. She needed to find her old lover; he was her only trustworthy source in this alien city. 

"Heh heh hee. Very nice my sweet, but like I said, 'he's very elusive and yer not the only one looking to ride that stallion."

She dropped a dozen more gold pieces into the witch's sickly hand. Ailis wasn't familiar with bribery, but if she had to give up all the money to find Firfel, so be it. He would have to compensate for her lost. 

"Ah! Now that's much better. Gold reveal secret pathways, and yer beginnin' to get the gist of a trade city. Now, as for that wild elf, he lives in the Temple of the Goddess of Magic and Death. It is located in the Graveyard District, but ye won't find him there. The lad really gets around; he's usually with some random merchant's wife somewhere or out killing something. So, my best bet would be fer ye to start asking around in the Spiral Decent. It is a tavern just further down the road, ye can't miss it. He's often seen there."

The ugly crone's dirty remarks on the elf's sexual exploits were really grating on Ailis, but nonetheless she thanked the old harpy and went her way. She knew how polygamous Firfel was, but she didn't appreciate it being rubbed in her face by a stranger. After passing through a swarm of buyers and sellers the young woman realized that her money pouch was missing. Great, just great, she thought. And she had no idea who stole it, until there was a commotion.

Obviously she wasn't the only victim of the pickpocket. The culprit she saw was a little green goblin who was being lifted off the ground by a triple horned ogre of massive size and muscle. Ailis felt really bad for the creature getting caught despite witnessing her pouch being confiscated by the ogre. Her fear was relieved when the goblin was dropped, but then it assaulted her in ten folds when the vile giant stomped on the goblin's head. There was a squashy sound accompanied by a heavy thump and the dirt ground was splattered with thick blood and brain pieces.

The only scream she heard was from her mouth. Multitudes of eyes were fixed on her immediately like she was the only strange one around. No one else seemed severely affected by the carnage; they just avoided the scene, and went about their affairs. The apathy astounded her, those dangerous stares alarmed her, and the vision of cruel death provoked her. Her screams fell into arcane incantations, the ether gathered around her palm in swirling dust of light, and she unleashed a bolt of lightning.

It raced across the air and burnt through the ogre. His bulk was sent crashing into a tent, taking it down with him. More energy surged within Ailis and like her anger, it want to be released. Those eyes, those monsters. They fled at her display of power, or at least most of them did. Four menacing creatures approached her; a giant snake with arms holding two swords, a centaur with a spear, and the couple of orcs from before.

"I knew she was fresh meat when I first saw her. So the cunt thinks she's tough eh? Let's see how tough she is," one of the orc spoke. Though the voice was guttural, it was clearly spoken for a monster.

Ailis felt cocky from the exhilaration, but she doubt she could take them all. Regardless, she began to prepare another spell. Before a word was formed, a dark figure stepped up besides her. He was fully suited in black armor that looked like it was from the far eastern continent, and his head was hidden behind a visored helmet. Ailis was not sure of the stranger's intent, but it wasn't until she heard his melodious voice did she smile.

"Hey, what the fuck do you assholes think you're doing? This chick can make you all en flambé with a snap of a finger. Such idiots! Haha. I love you guys, but I can't resist a fight when I see one. Bring it on!" Firfel unhooked his spear.

"Dammit Firfel, why do you always like to butt into our business?!" The half-man, half-horse yelled. The centaur looked furious.

"You know me buddy; I just can't keep my hands to myself."

"Lookiess Firfels, wees nots knows zee girl vas yours. Tis vas sa mistakes, it von't happen agains. Yous knows us, wees never touchs yours stuffs. Lets go guys," said the yuanti. The serpent creature shut the centaur up with a threatening glare and they all turned and quickly lost themselves in the crowd.

"Damn, I thought I was going to get a little exercise, but oh well," said Firfel. He turned to Ailis and gestured her to follow him. The couple got a good distance away from the flea market before he spoke again, "What the fuck are you doing here? You should know better than to pick a fight with those guys, they would rape you."

"I wouldn't let them touch me; I knew what I was doing. Beside, you're the one who told me to look you up after I reached my third tier of spells. So here I am."

"Yeah, but I didn't actually expect you to come…"

"What?! I left my school, my family, my friends and my home so I could be with you, and this is how you welcome me?"

"No, no. That's not what I…Bah! Forget it, but seriously why are you here? I know you don't miss me that much. Last time we were together, you were pretty happy I was leaving."

"That's because I was mad at you. What did you expect after I caught you in bed with my mom?"

"I expected you to join us. Hey, stop that! You're going to hurt yourself, this armor is strong. "

"Idiot!" Ailis rubbed her bruised fist.

"So, really. Why are you here?"

"Well, after I developed my lightning bolt spell, I was offered a place among the court mages. Good pay, huge resources, famous associates, but I declined. You know I can't stand that type of people and regulations. I remember what you told me about this city of sin. The only reason I progressed so far and so fast was so I could get started here. I have ambitions Firfel, I'm going to get far in this place."

"Heh, shit. Yeah, what are you now, twenty-two?"

"Twenty, it's been two years since we last seen each other. I was eighteen when you left, what's with you?"

"Oh yeah, haha. You know us elves, years pass by like seasons. So you don't like the upper crust socialites, you think these people are any better?"

"No, of course not. But, I'd feel more enriching dealing with them. Like when I blasted that ogre out of spite, it felt good. This city would allow me to be more radical."

"Heh, in that case then I think you found your right place. But let's not get ahead of yourself, you still got a lot to learn. Here we are, lets fill our appetites first."

The couple entered the Spiral Decent, inside were a variety of monstrosities. Apart from the regular goblins, orcs and trolls were other abominations Ailis could not be bothered to identify. They were drunk, rowdy and foul. There were a couple of curvy nude women dancing provocatively with one another on stage, accompanied by sensual music from a savage minstrel.

"Hey assholes, I'm back," Firfel said after he took off his helmet. 

He still had that otherworldly good looks and impish grin that Ailis loved so much. He looked like some sinister prince that stepped out of an ancient portrait. She missed his beautiful face, but most of the patrons gave him an annoying grunt.

"Don't worry, they still love me. That's just how they show it. Hey Belthar, give me a mug of Naga Frost. What do you want Ailis, something to eat?"

"No, can't stomach any substance after witnessing the gore. I'll have what you have I guess."

"You sure? It's really strong stuff. Want something lighter? Here, come sit next to me."

A gangly half-orc that looked only a few years younger than Ailis slid the drink to Firfel. The bartender asked, "What the fuck Firfel, don't you usually like your women drunk?"

"Belthar meet Ailis, Ailis meet Belthar. Don't worry; he's just bitter because he caught me fucking his mommy. Hey, see, you two have something in common."

"Fuck you Firfel. That's ancient history as far as I'm concerned, but you see Ailis, our friend Firfel here likes to gloat over the dead."

"Shit! She's dead? When? What happen?"

"Yeah, a couple days ago she accidentally teleported herself into the side of a mountain."

"Damn, there goes a nice piece of ass."

"Ahem! Fellas, I would like my drink now."

"Oh, sorry Ailis, what was it you want?" asked Belthar.

"The same thing he has." Ailis pulled down her hood and shook out her light brown tumble of hair after having felt more comfortable in the surrounding.

"Damn babe, I forgot how hot you were. Here, let me have a better look at how much you've grown." Firfel turned her to him and took her cloak off. "What? You're still all dressed up in your school outfit, but damn have your tits grown. Let me check that ass."

Ailis slapped his groping hands and said, "Stop that, we're in public you idiot!"

"So! There are naked women licking each other on stage. Who cares what I do to you?"

"I do. It's embarrassing." Alice noticed several lecherous eyes also staring at her. She couldn't help getting a little turned on from the elf's caress.

"Shit Firfel, save it for the bedroom. Here Ailis, your drink. And by the way, he's right. You are hot."

"Thank you," Ailis blushed. She took a sip, and the taste was vile. She felt like she was poisoned and almost threw it back up, but tried hard to maintain her composure. She didn't want Firfel or anyone to realize her weak constitution. In a place such as this, people eat the weak for breakfast.

"What's this? You trying to hit on my woman?

"Yeah, so what? Is the legendary womanizer getting jealous? This is rich."

"No, I'm just surprised. I thought you like dicks."

Ailis couldn't resist a little guilty chuckle. With determination, she continued to chug down some more of the liquor.

"Fuck you Firfel," changing the subject Belthar asked, "How's the drink Ailis?"

"It's great. I'm beginning to like this place more and more."

"Damn, I can't take it anymore babe. Let's go downstairs and fuck each other's brain out." 

Firfel took her arm and led her into his room, a cozy little place with clean looking sheets. The elf started removing his armors. Ailis downed more of the horrid alcohol, she got into the mood and the taste wasn't all that bothersome. The effect of the drink was slowly kicking in. She felt her body growing cold, but she was burning inside. She laid herself on the bed.

"Firfel. What's happening to me? Was the drink some sort of aphrodisiac?"

The sound of metal clanged against the wooden floor.

"No. That's just you getting horny. Heheh. The Naga Frost only cools down your body, demanding heat for an enhanced feeling. But, since you're already hot and bothered, you pretty much created aphrodisiac for yourself. Hehee."

"So that's why you were feeling me up, you devil."

"It's not my fault you're still sensitive to my touches. Haven't you been experimenting with others while we were separated? Like, to get even with me or something?"

Ailis began to undress herself as she spoke, "No, you know none of those people appeal to me. And besides, if I wanted to cheat on you I would have done it a long time ago. You've made it clear that you weren't monogamous even before you took my flower. I knew you were laying with most of my friends and colleagues, even my mentors and relatives. When you got my mother too, that's when you went too far. But I'm over it now, and after seeing a bit of how you and your associates live I kind of understand. I have to accept such dysfunctional behaviors because I plan to live here too. "

"I always knew you were a fast learner, which was what attracted me to you in the first place." Firfel held his palm as she was about to remove her blue skirt. She remembered how much he loved to fuck her with nothing but her long skirt on.

"Whatever. I was just another one of your many conquests. Your lies don't work anymore. I'm no longer a little girl."

When he removed his pelvis armor off, Ailis pulled him towards her as she sat down on the mattress. She licked her pouty lips as she removed his breeches. She missed his clean, hairless cock in her mouth. She pulled out his large manhood and started jerking the shaft, then tease the head with her tongue.

"Damn…That's good. So, ugh…Was there another reason why you were so anxious to come here?"

"Like what?" She asked, then began to suckle his pinkish tip.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe, since you never liked human men, that's why you're here. Ouch!"

She bit him some, just not enough to break the skin. "You think I come all the way here just to fuck monsters?!"

"No. But I know you're kinkier then you're letting on. Just like all those repressed mages at your school. And this city will dramatically affect you."

"Maybe," she smirked and then kissed his dick before sliding a good length of it into her saucy mouth. She was never able to take his whole length in, and his girth stretched her wide. She had to compensate with her hands running along half his pole, the other half reaching only the beginning of her throat as her other hand fondled his balls. Once in awhile she would switch her mouth to his nut-sack and massage his penis tip with her palm.

"Ahh! I just want to be straight with you, like I've always been. Oh yeah...If you want to fuck other people and or creatures, I don't mind. Just be careful though, many will stab your back regardless."

By then Firfel had already removed the rest of his armor and clothing. Ailis eyes roamed up to take in his slender and lean form. He had perfect abs and his muscles were ripped under that beautiful light brown skin that tinted with a bit of bright olive. Her sea-green eyes met his dark brown. He wore a smile that should have belonged to a dark jester.

"How kind of you to worry about me, but shouldn't your mind be all involved with me at this moment, instead of what I'm going to fuck later? Or have you also developed peculiar tastes?" Ailis chuckled after she slipped her mouth off his cock. She stood up on her feet, the top of her head only reaching his sharp nose as she was only five feet and four inches.

"Bullshit. You know I only fuck women, and I'm going to remind you why," Firfel said as he lifted her and they both fell onto the bed with laughter.

The elf's hard, yet smooth body against the human's soft and fair skin made for a sexy contrast. He pushed himself off the bed as he lifted her skirt above her waist and guided himself into her. The wet entrance was crowned with a tuft of light brown hair. The girl elicited a loud gasp in welcome. 

"Ah…Fucking moist," he said.

She splayed her legs outward in the air and let the wildling slowly slide in and out of her border. With each thrust he loosened her more, allowing her to encompass more of his length. Ailis cries grew louder as her nails tore Firfel's back.

"Because Pussies," he managed between grunts, "are more deadly than any weapon." His thrust became harder and sharper, "More powerful than any magic!" He filled her to the hilt and the heavy pounding caused her to sweat, "And can start or stop wars!"  


The elf pinned her thighs with his hands as he thrashed himself against her. His heavy balls slapped her butt, adding to the tingling sensation. Ailis could see his body straining and his eyes narrowing as he fucked her relentlessly. She was in pain, it really turned her on, her screams went wild and she came. Her body stiffened for a moment. Firfel still kept his pace and the girl just heaved under him. Every powerful thrust knocked her body senseless, causing her mind to ring.

She pulled his head down to her pert breasts and he began to lap and suck at her pink nipples. Her fingers dug into the wild crop of his midnight hair and played with the short ponytail. She began tonguing the tip of his ear and felt his body quake.

"Not yet," he heavily breathed out. His body relaxed and laid upon her with his rigid cock still deep inside.

"I know, but I already came. I just needed you to calm down so my body can rejuvenate for another round," Ailis said as she brought his sexy lips to hers.

Their tongues danced fervently with each other. Ailis wrapped her legs around him tightly and clutched his sleek butt with her hands. She relished him still inside her, but she also wanted to prevent him from working her insides too much.

Firfel's hands reached up to fondle her creamy breasts. He took both mounds in hand and rolled them along her chest. His rough manipulation of her ample tits caused her to moan in his mouth.

"Alright, ready?" Asked Firfel, after pulling from her mouth.

"Uh huh…But I'm kind of tired, make it quick."

"Alright, just lay on your front."

They untangled themselves with a wet sound as he pulled out. Ailis took a pillow and laid her pelvis on it, uplifting her ass. She knew he was going for anal. She didn't mind it. Sometimes she enjoyed it, so long as her pussy was also pleased. She was too tired at the moment, so she didn't bother and just laid there and rested her eyes.

She felt rough hands roam the smooth contour of her butt. A thumb rubbed against her bud. A finger penetrated her, then two. The sensation burned her, and she couldn't help as a sigh escape her. She yelped when a sharp pain stung her butt.

"Stop playing around, just cum and get it over with already!"

She heard him laughing and then he said, "But I really like how your ass jiggles."

"I don't care. I'm tired!"

"Alright, alright."

With that, the elf spread her tush and made a slow, but forceful entry all the way to his hilt. Ailis screamed through her teeth, her hands grasped the sheets. A tear drop forced itself out of her and she could feel her pussy getting moist again. She paid it no attention.

Firfel pulled himself out bit by bit as he ground himself against the girl. Her asshole clamped tightly around his cock like a rosy ring. He felt it swallowing him back in deeply every time he pulled out. The feeling was remarkable, which provoked him. The elf felt the urge to grab the girls long brown hair. He leaned forward and did so with a handful. Tilting her head slightly, he pulled her back a bit, so her back arched.


Villains Ch. 02



Her vision was grey, like a bleak sky. It hung there for a split second of obscurity and then faded into clarity. Ailis' focus returned to her from a dream she could not remember. Wild music drummed from above. The wooden ceiling underneath the Spiral Decent tavern revealed itself in its mundane predilection. Cracked and worn from the heavy movements above, the crevices gaped in plea for some form of care; real or temporary. Under normal circumstance Ailis would have fixed it up a bit with a few minor spells, but in this place she needed all the spells in her repertoire. If only it benefited me, the young woman surmised, but I'm done with this room.

Ailis shoved a draping arm off her naked breast, and then realized it was a woman's arm. Not just that, two naked women slept listlessly to her opposite sides. They were the same two women who were dancing upstairs previously. Firfel! The young mage's mind screamed. She quickly got off the bed and started to dress. Oddly enough; she felt her anus wasn't sore at all, as a matter of fact her whole body felt quite rejuvenated and fresh. Yet, Firfel was nowhere to be found. That, she expected.

"Gods! I will kill that twice bedamned elf," the mage muttered.

He's gotten too cocky to think he could bring strangers to bed with me while I was asleep, she thought. Ailis shook her head, she couldn't let this anger take over her right now. She needed that crazy elf, whether she liked it or not. When she was dressed she left the room and climbed the stairwell towards the rambunctious noise. The crowd was larger than before; the music assaulted her and was bouncing off the walls, sung by a toxic band of freaks. The place was like a jungle full of dancing barbarians. The young woman squeezed through the swarm and half expected some deft hands to grope her, but none did.

"Belthar!" she called out once she reached the counter, "Where is Firfel?"

"What?" the half-orc yelled back.

"Firfel!" Ailis screamed over the relentless music as she leaned closer.

"Oh yeah…" Belthar said as he handed the mage a parchment.

Whatever the half-orc said afterwards Ailis couldn't hear. She just nodded as she read the note, more to the music than anything. It was catchy though she couldn't understand it, it made her want to get naked and bounce with the crowd.

The note read:

Hey Ailis,

Burn this after you read it. I have some business I need to take care of, but don't worry. I haven't forgotten about you. You need to meet with someone. I can't tell you who it will be, but you'll find out. Just follow the road north from the Spiral Decent and it will take you towards the Merchant District. Your travel will be dangerous, so use stealth spells if possible. You will know when you reach it. Once there, visit the Sword Swallower (catchy name eh?). It's a small bar a little down the right street from the district's entrance. The password is "Broken Tooth." From there on, how you handle the situation determines how you are welcomed in my world. Consider this job as "your first foot in the doorway." Impress "us" and more doorways will be open for you. One advice, you are a whole new person here. Take advantage of it.

Ailis crumbled the parchment as her hand wreathed into flames which consumed the note. What is this game he's playing, she asked herself. She became aware of a humanoid crow-like creature staring at her; whether from lusty interests or deadly intents she wasn't sure. Sparing it no other thought, she left the tavern and went her way in the night. She snuck into an alleyway and threw a spell of invisibility over herself.

The creature failed to pursue her and Ailis thought herself safe until something shot pass her, just inches away from her neck. What was it? Where was it from? Who was the culprit? Her concealment was still up, but that shot was obviously marked for her. Cautiously, the mage flattened herself against the corner of a wall and scanned around. If only she could spot where the shooter was, she thought. It was too dark to see. Right now, she felt like open target. She was getting worried, her heart was racing, and she wasn't sure what to do.

Another shot almost struck her, the bolt lodged itself into the wall, a finger's width too close. It was crossbow ammunition, and that meant the weapon needed time to be reloaded after each time it fired. Ailis took the opportunity to quickly run down the alleyway and into an abandoned hovel.

Peering through the little openings through a barred window she saw a roguish looking man with a crossbow standing on one of the rooftops sending silent signals. Hmph, more than one assassin. I certainly feel special. Ailis' hand gestured; her invisible cloak shed, and two magic missiles jet through open air, then burst against the assassin's leg, causing him to fall off the building. The sound of broken bone silenced the surprised scream. There, that's one less. This is kinda fun, Ailis giggled.

"You've got nowhere to run, give it up. We got you surrounded," a man's voice roughly called out.

Ailis quickly went to the opposite window, barred in the same fashion and saw no one in the little openings. She couldn't tell where the voice was from.

"Look, if you're working for Firfel, we're willing to talk," the man spoke again.

He was somewhere ground level, she knew.

"What's this? Shoot first and talk later? What a very charming approach. What's next, are you going to stab me, then hand me flowers?" Ailis asked.

"Okay, we came off on the wrong foot, but this can still go smoothly for all of us. Just come out."

He was around the area behind the hovel, which was not visible to her.

"No deal. It wouldn't be smart of me to risk myself upon your words. If you want to talk, show yourself, all of you. Come to the left side of the building, to the window, and keep your distance."

Four of them showed, all rugged looking thugs. Ailis knew there were more hiding, so the doorway never escaped her attention and her hands were summoning magic.

"Well then, tell me what it is that this is about."

"Let us know whether or not you're in league with Firfel," the leader said. He was a stocky man whose face was as bitter as his voice.

"Our relationship is shaky; I'm not even sure myself to tell you the truth."

"Stop playing fucken coy, are you one of his bitches?" he nearly yelled.

"Since you put it that way, it's a definite 'no.' Must I remind you of your endearing charisma? I'm sure your flying spittle adds much care to your words."

Some of the henchmen chuckled and the man's face turned a dark shade of red.

"Alright, since you got such a big fucking mouth. Firfel is sure to keep you around just for good dick sucking. And since….AHHHH!" The man collapsed to his knees clutching the melting flesh on one side of his face.

Ailis smiled wryly at his anguish. She had never tested her acid arrow spell on a living being before. Now that she saw how cruel its infliction could be, she took it delightfully. The thugs scattered and as the mage prepared to veil herself under invisibility an explosion knocked her to the ground.

A weasel of a man stepped through the large opening and through the cloud of dust. Ailis went back to preparing a spell, but the man aimed a wand and shot something at her. It was thick, blob-like and covered her face completely and tightly, suffocating her. She lost her vision, concentration and she couldn't' breathe. As she struggled, she heard the door break open accompanied by laughter which was instantly replaced by pain.

Fighting went about her as she was slowly losing her senses. Someone clutched her arm and swung her hard, then let go of her until she fell. She rolled along the ground until she struck a wall. She felt parts of her body bruise and scrape. A burning pain ran along one of her elbows. She had an idea. Her hand became a torch and when she held it close to the mask on her face, it loosened and slipped off her.

Relieved and becoming aware of her surrounding she saw blades flash against the moonlight in the darkness of the hovel in front of her. Quickly she cloaked herself invisible and fled from the scene. Whoever it was that saved her most likely knew of the risk it involved itself in, so good luck to that person, she thought. She couldn't waste anymore time dealing with this, she had a job to do and she didn't want to be late.

The Merchant District greeted her with guards, cobblestones and fine structures. As Ailis walked down the street she noticed how astute the layouts of the buildings were. There were shops for each specific type of trade goods. The shops were aligned in a way to compliment each other. She passed between two shops, one for ham and one for bread. And just across them were shops for cheese and wine. It seemed like most of the place was similarly designed. It was structured for convenience and easy flow of economy.

The young woman knew about it, but the order and cleanliness in this part of the city still surprised her. When she made it to the Sword Swallower, she dropped her invisibility before walking in. The lights were dim and the atmosphere, mellow. Nothing explicit as the name suggested was going on, only people relaxing and talking quietly. 

One of the serving wenches came to her and asked, "Hi, what is it that I can help you with? Will you prefer our cocktail bar or to lounge on our cushions? And would you prefer any company? Oh, I'm sorry, you must be new here. Should I fill you in on our rules?"

The offers were tempting to Ailis's sore body, but she said, "No, no," then whispered the password to the woman.

The waitress eyed her carefully then said, "Right this way please."

The mage followed the older woman into the wine cellar and behind a hidden pathway.

"What is this all about?" Ailis asked, before stepping through.

"Sorry, I don't know anything else. This was all I was told to do. Whatever it is, good luck," then she closed the door.

The whole thing was too clandestine for her own good, but Ailis really had no choice. In the short amount of time she was here, she had already made too many enemies to handle herself. She needed more power and allies, she decided as she continued down the long corridor.

When the mage reached the opposite end, she cast the last of her invisibility spell before stepping through. She found herself in another cellar with many crates. A commotion brought her upstairs and into the main hall of a large manor where she saw injured guards as captives to roguish men. Ailis followed them into a conference room with one large rectangular table in the center. Two men sat on opposite ends; one was a regal looking young man with long blond hair and the other one who was bound by magic was her grandfather.

She recognized him despite his bestial appearance. It was years ago; she only met him once and his looks was more human then, but her memory had served her well. Now he was a feral creature; a humanoid lion with bright red hair and muscles upon muscles on a robust body that would rival most men younger than him. And he was an ancient, probably in his nineties. Yet here he was, like a wild animal caged by the spells of an aging wizard looming over him.

Ailis was not sure if she could free her grandfather of the spell, it was too advanced for her. If she failed, her life would be at stake. How important was her grandfather to her, she wondered. She hardly knew him.

"Well, father. Since you refused my proposition, you put me in a very delicate situation. I'm very close to just outright kill you and claim your position, but something tells me maybe I can still persuade you," the blond man said as the guards were aligned along the long sides of the table. When the man made a gesture one guard was forced face down on the table and his head was quickly severed. The blond man continued, "…The only way I can."

Ailis saw her grandfather's eyes intensified in its fury and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. As for the man who claimed to be her grandfather's son, she'd never seen him before. He looked around her age, maybe a little younger. Her grandfather must have had another wife other than her blood grandmother, because no one in her family had blond hair. Her attention was brought back by the soldiers' cry of panic as another head was severed, then another. They began to plead to her grandfather for their lives.

After the third head was decapitated the blond man spoke again, "Well father, how important are your soldiers' lives? Will you give up the secrets to the Gate of Erueshnah or do you enjoy witnessing the rest of your loyal followers beheaded. Think of their family, dad. Menos, let him speak." The blond man gestured to the wizard.

Menos loosened his control of the Hold spell a little. This was a good chance for Ailis to interrupt the spell, but she was more curious about the Gate of Erueshnah. The young woman knew that Erueshnah was the Forsaken, a fallen angel of the Void. And to have the key to one of her hidden gates meant access to much ancient powers. Just the thought of it was seductive.

"Curse you to the abyss Jonal, you son-of-a-bitch!" Her grandfather's protest was cut short when the wizard returned his full control to the spell.

Jonal laughed and said, "I take it that's a no. Well, it seems that my father does not care for your lives. Well, today is your lucky day soldiers. Your lord has betrayed you, but I give you the opportunity to give your allegiance to me and your deaths will be spared."

Twenty more heads were severed and twelve loyalties were degenerated. The screams, mass execution and bloodshed did something to Ailis. It tore at her soul; she felt the pain of guilt, yet she was lost in awe. She could have done something to prevent this, but yet she couldn't. Like a dream within a dream within a dream; fighting futilely against something unseen, trying to reach a reality. She was petrified.

"Oh, and speaking of son-of-a-bitch, lets bring in that bitch," the young man said. The woman that was brought forth was a golden skinned and flaxen haired beauty. She retained her splendor in her thirties, but fear marred her graceful good looks.

"What is going on here? Jonal?" The woman's mouth quivered.

"Ask father, he's been keeping secrets from us," Jonal said.

"Dear Kalimas, please. What is this madness?"

Jonal made a gesture and the wizard loosened his control a bit. It was another chance Ailis didn't take. She wanted to see if her grandfather would let loose the secrets this time. She wanted that secret.

"You cannot do this boy. She is your mother!" yelled Kalimas.

Jonal rose, almost stood and said, "I am doing nothing! It's your stubbornness that will allow more atrocities to happen to the helpless. Are your secrets more important than your wife? This is my last trump card old man; do be careful of your decision."

Rage and shame simmered in those animal eyes. Kalimas said as calmly as he could, "Sharon, my love. You must understand that if I give him what he wants many more lives will suffer. I cannot live with myself for being part of that."

Jonal laughed, "You were once a feared mercenary lord. Hundred of lives fell because of you. Killing was how you made your living. They called you the "Red Lion" and now you become a saint?" 

"Please! Enough! All of you! Jonal, let me go, I want nothing to do with this," the woman cried.

"It is for that old man to decide."

"Ectho surma valien…." Kalimas chanted.

The room filled with dark sorcery and Ailis felt her blood running. Something echoed deep within her being. She wanted more, but in a fit of panic Jonal yelled and Menos quickly returned his control to silence Kalimas.

"Too close old man, that was daring of you. You have pushed me beyond my reasons. Soldiers, for your change of fealty I will show you my kindness as your master. Take your lust upon your former lady." 

Without hesitation the soldiers silenced Sharon's protest with a hard slap, then they proceed to tear off her clothes. They laid her back on top of the table as one middle aged guard climbed on the woman and entered her, never gently.

"Fair lady! Here's for all the times you looked down on me. Now I'm looking down on you," he said as he pumped in her quickly and carelessly like a horny dog.

As the woman cried and struggled futilely the other men gathered and brought out their cocks. They gaped and fondled all over her naked body. They took turns sucking her large breasts.

Kalimas was fuming and looked ready to burst, but Ailis was wide eyed with curiosity at the disgusting display. It felt so wrong to just stand still and watch the scene that she felt herself getting hot.

One rough man said, "I've been wanting to fuck this bitch for a long time. If working for you means I get pussies like this, I made the right choice. Hurry Chanlain, let me get a turn."

"Hold on!" The man exerted his utmost before he was spent, then his place was quickly replaced.

"Just serve me well, and you will be served well. I'm more generous than my father as you can see," Jonal said.

"Haha, I can see alright. I can feel it too. This cunt is nice. How you like me now bitch?" the rough man asked as he pounded himself heavily upon the lady.

"Hey, I think she's beginning to enjoy it," a fat man said.

"Of course she is, you fool. She's wet all over my cock."

"I want to fuck her mouth," said a greasy looking man, "but I'm afraid she might bite my dick off."

"Just threaten her with a knife under her throat, she's afraid of sharp objects," Jonal said.

The greasy man complied and then he rammed his cock in her mouth. "Damn, this is hot," he said.

A fat man fucked the jiggling breasts as the woman's pussy was replaced by another cock. All the while, others started rubbing their cocks on whatever part of the woman's body they could. Some were slapping their dicks against her face just to get a feel of that rich skin.

Jonal looked as if he was more savoring the anguish suffered by his father than being turned on by the scene. Ailis couldn't bother to comprehend how deep this father and son feud was, she was getting wet. She scared herself. She wanted to end this gang rape, but she hesitated. Maybe she didn't really want to.

Angri veladrois metajiri slamma ritit...

Something whispered from deep within her. Huh? Ailis asked silently as she watched the lady Sharon being turned over and fucked hard from behind by a broad build man. Her wide ass quivered and was lifted upward with each thrust. She had to stand on her toes. Her mouth was shoved down the cock of a bald man as he grasped her blond locks. Tears and sweat smeared her make-up.

Erueshnah!

The candles' fire started to flicker.

The deep feminine voice brought Ailis back to her childhood. A memory thought lost. Before Firfel, before her introduction to magic, and before the first time she met her grandfather she saw the Void; a lonely and desolate grey waste. The ruin of everything that once was; a place where even the gods feared to tread. It was the all consuming entropy. That was a past, no, that was a part of her that her parents did much to conceal.

When her vision returned to her, she saw the lady Sharon bruised and exhausted. She was subdued; both her pussy and asshole were filled with a cock, her hands and mouth were switching from one cock to the next; her body was flushed and messily stained with cum. She obeyed the men's cruel lusts, but her eyes were glazed.

Everyone and even herself was surprised when Ailis' voice shot through the room like lightning.

"Ectho surma valien angri veladrois metajiri slamma ritit Erueshnah!"

Thunder followed as the lights went out. Chaos went into motion; panic came with the shrieking blades, bodies collided and something slithered in. Death wailed; a lion's roar broke out, the floor rumbled and magic sparked as blood spurted. Ailis lighted the room with fireflies and she saw large black tentacles reached out of many swirling port-holes.




Villains Ch. 02



One tentacle strangled the wizard, Menos while two more grasped his hands. The rest of the tentacles squeezed and beat the life out of the men as Kalimas ripped through some bodies, trying to reach his son. 

Ailis saw Jonal trying to reach for the door and she shot two magic missiles at him which sent him sprawling. Soon after, his father leapt on him and shred his neck with thick claws. The Red Lion went hysterical in his rage, he grabbed one man's head and forcibly crushed it against the wall, painting it red. His slash returned in frenzy as he tore at any man he could reach.

One man, Chanlain surprised Ailis as he swung at her with his blade, but a tentacle whipped him aside and proceeded to strangle him. The blade flew from his hand and bit into Ailis's shoulder. She huddled in a corner and she watched enthralled as the tentacles did their work. Her shoulder throbbed and her hand snuck down under her skirt. 

Those long arms of darkness writhed like sexual phalluses of demons, both as instruments of death and carnal pleasures. They were sleek, flexile and pulsing with muscle. Temptation was playing a wicked game with Ailis as those tentacles thrashed violently about her. She wondered how great it would feel to have those strong things in her. She orgasmed as everyone else died around her save for her grandfather and Sharon, though they both looked near death themselves. The tentacles slowly receded and the port-holes disappeared.

Get a hold of yourself girl, goodness! What has gotten into you? Ailis wondered before shrugging it off and went to check on Sharon's unconscious form. She took off her cloak and covered the woman. Then she went to her grandfather who was slumped against the wall with several wounds on his body.

"Are you alright sir?"

"Who are you?" he struggled to ask.

Ailis thought about what Firfel had said in the note and whether or not revealing her relationship to her grandfather would be a good or bad thing.

"I'm someone sent to make sure you are alive."

He coughed some blood before saying, "Alive? What do you need me alive for? I've lost everything. I've killed my followers, my son and I sent my wife through hell. How can I possibly live?"

"You owe it to her to make sure she finds happiness again. As for why you are needed alive, well, I'm not so sure myself except that you wield powers that you should take responsibility for."

"You! You're the one who opened the Gate of Eureshnah? Just who are you?"

"I don't know how I did it; I was hoping you could answer me."

"Then it seems I still have much to do before I leave this world."

Later that night a team came to clean up the mess and took the survivors to the Temple of Mora-Taika. After receiving medical aid, Ailis was so exhausted she slept like a baby. A soft shuffling sound woke her up.

"I'm sorry," a demure woman said, "I was just bringing you your soup. Please, have your breakfast; the cleric said that it's good for your wounds." Then she went to open the curtains. 

It was bright outside; her room looked to be several feet above ground. It was a large room too, with expensive furnishings. Ailis ate while the pretty maid insisted on feeding her. She felt uncomfortable, but she didn't protest. She rather enjoyed the luxury, but her mind went back to last night's horror. Guilt, she thought. The best thing she could do is find a way to ease Sharon's suffering. And to kill two birds with one stone, Ailis would need to find a way to use that to make Kalimus reveal the key for the Gate of Erueshnah.

"Okay, now you need a bath," the maid said as she helped Ailis up.

The last time Ailis remembered someone taking a bath for her was when she was five and it was her mother. Now it was awkward as she was undressed and led into the hot tub. The sweet scent of wild flowers washed her as she sank in the nourishing water. Her mind was at peace in this moment as soft caresses ran along her upper body. Ailis relaxed her eye lids and thought of being a monarch.

Arcane prowess coupled with political influence and an army under her command, it was far-fetched, but once she grasped the powers of Erueshnah, it would be much closer. And still, there were the opportunities Firfel mentioned, she would have to see what he has to offer. Hmmm, I am a whole new person after all.



Villain's Redemption



My name is Ivan Charpentier. The world has never seen someone quite like me. A six-foot-two, broad-shouldered and muscular young black man clad in a long black leather duster over a red leather jacket, red leather pants and black leather boots. Complete with stylish sunglasses. In case the outfits got you wondering, the answer is yes. I am in fact bisexual. I don't just look good in fancy leather outfits, I can also do things most people can only dream of. I've got superhuman strength, super speed and the ability to fly at near-light speeds. I'm not invulnerable but quite durable. Fire, bullets, knives, they can't hurt me. My body is quite resilient. However, a nuclear explosion could possibly kill me. As for those things which might harm me, I usually evade them simply because I can become intangible and phase through basically anything. Sometimes, I can teleport myself across great distances but it drains me so much that I hardly ever use it. I'm the most powerful man in the world. And I work with The Master. The one who will bring the world of man down to its knees and usher in the Golden Age of Superhumans.

A long time ago, before I discovered my powers, and long before the President of the United States ordered the U.S. Army and police officers nationwide to hunt down all superhumans, I was just a guy with a dream. I lived in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I had the misfortune of being born into a truly dysfunctional family. My father Lester Charpentier is a tall, stocky black man who commands respect in many circles. He's a captain with the Boston Fire Department. A hero in the eyes of many. What most people don't know is that he's also a genetic anomaly. A mutant. He was born with the ability to manipulate and control fires. Fire can't hurt him. He can literally burst into flames and fly in the heavens like a bird, thanks to his thermodynamic capabilities. As a mutant, he's classified as a Pyrokinetic. He starts half the fires he's credited as heroically putting out. Just a little-known fact. That's my dear old pops. 

As for my mother, Rachel Midland Charpentier, she's a small, plain-looking, bronze-skinned woman of Puerto Rican and African-American descent. Don't let her appearance fool you. She's Psionic. Dear old ma has the ability to read minds. She can also move objects with her mind, a talent called Telekinesis. Her specialty is getting inside people's heads and trapping them in their worst nightmares. Most of her victims end up comatose, or dead. Oh, and she's also a beloved professor of psychology at Boston College. Isn't that cool? My big sister Annabelle is a tall, caramel-skinned gal with the most mesmerizing body most people have ever seen. I don't mean to sound weird since she's my sister and all. I'm just trying to describe her accurately. The irony is that this angelic-looking young black woman is so evil on the inside that she could scare Satan himself. Rachel has the ability to fly. She's invulnerable. And she's also got enough raw strength to lift two trucks and fly around with them before tossing them like pebbles. Currently, she's in an artificially induced coma at a top secret facility owned by the United States Government. I ran away from home as soon as my legs could carry me. I attended UMass-Amherst and earned myself a bachelor's degree in business. I tried to lead a normal life. All I wanted was a cool boyfriend or hot girlfriend and I'd be one happy guy. Unfortunately, the universe had other plans. The whole world went nuts, and I got drafted into a war of the species.

A war which opposed ordinary humans and superhumans. There are lots of superhumans out there. Some of them are as evil as my parents. A few of them are quite decent. I don't know how come there are so many of us. We started popping up all over the place. And that's when the U.S. Government took notice of us. A super-powered woman named Jessica Vega stormed the police department in the small town of Brockton, Massachusetts. Apparently, she was mad at them for killing her brother Marius during a bank robbery gone bad. This five-foot-three, 130-pound black woman moved at superhuman speed and slaughtered dozens of policemen and policewomen in a matter of minutes. Her grisly predations were recorded by the police station cameras. It was broadcast all over the news. This is how America discovered that people with super powers existed. As in ancient times, a woman opened Pandora's Box and unleashed hell upon the world.

A group of local superhumans took out Jessica Vega and handed her over to the Massachusetts State Police. Their way of showing the humans that not all superhumans were maniacs. But it was already too late. The President of the United States ordered the creation of a special task force known as the Universal Patrol. They were to hunt down all superhumans. Apprehend them if possible. Kill them if necessary. It all started on February of 2009. Three years later, thousands of superhumans have been killed. Hundreds of thousands of us have been locked up in specially built government prisons. It seemed like our species was going extinct. Until the Master showed up.

Who is The Master? Purely and simply the next God, folks. When I first met her, I didn't know what to think. A five-foot-eleven, green-eyed and brown-skinned young woman who didn't look a day over twenty. I was in Detroit at the time. I was hiding in plain sight, working as a restaurant manager when someone snitched on me and alerted the authorities, telling them that I was a superhuman. I fled. But I had three Hunter-Fighters after me. What's a Hunter-Fighter? A small, lightly built flying machine that resembles an airplane but it's infinitely faster and more maneuverable. Also, it's equipped with enough firepower to take out a small country. Only the best men and women of the Air Force are selected to become Hunter-Fighter pilots. Their task is to hunt down and exterminate flying supermen and superwomen. It was one of them who took down my wicked sister. As the flying machines chased me all over the state of Michigan, I put up quite a fight. But they ran me down until I was tired. A missile struck me and I went down. I ran on foot, wounded. They sent men and women in armored cars and cornered me in the woods. I thought it would be the end of me. That's when the Master showed up.

An innocent-looking young woman who seemed like she belonged more on a Victoria's Secret Catalog than in army fatigues. She simply materialized right in front of me as the men and women of the Universal Patrol surrounded me. I thought she was one of them. But she smiled, and told me to trust her. I'm not the most trusting person in the world. Men and women have betrayed me at every turn in my life. So you'll understand if I told my would-be savior to go screw herself. She smiled sadly, then did something completely amazing. A blue energy ball shot from her hand, and next thing I knew the men and women who were after me fizzled and vanished. She had destroyed them. All of them. In less than a minute. How did she do it? Later I found out she reduced them down to the level of atoms. They weren't just dead. They had become less than nothing. To say that I was amazed would have been an understatement.

My savior introduced herself as Nicole Masters, she who in time would be known as The Master. As I stood before her, shaken, she offered to tend to my wounds. With a simple touch, she healed me. I had never met anyone who could do what she did. I was puzzled. She was willing to answer my questions, but first we had to get out of the woods. Made sense to me. Taking her into my hands, I took off into the heavens. And that's how it all began, folks. Nicole had the ability to absorb the powers of every mutant she touched. She didn't steal their abilities. She replicated them. The moment she touched me, she absorbed my powers of near-light flight, super strength, super speed and inhuman durability. She was determined to gather many other superhumans and free our imprisoned brothers and sisters from the yoke of human oppression. I admired her courage, and became her willing and eager ally. 

Together, we began to liberate our fellow superhumans. In New York City, we freed three hundred of our fellow supermen and superwomen from a secret underground testing facility. We met a fellow who shared our beliefs. His name was Jackson Kent. A tall, burly Hispanic man who proudly served the United States during the Iraq War, then watched as his country turned against him merely because he was born different. Jackson Kent was a superhuman with amazing powers. He could control anything metallic. Or electronic. With his talents in our arsenal, listening in on the humans electronic systems was ridiculously easy. We learned of their plans long before they dreamed of enacting them. And we freed many more superhumans. Slowly, the tide of the war began to turn in our favor. And I watched my friend and savior become something beyond both human and superhuman.

Nicole Masters isn't just my beloved friend and fellow superhuman. She's not just the nearly mythical leader of the Superhuman Resistance Movement. I discovered that she was much more than that. All of the powers she had absorbed had transformed her into a new order of being. She could fly at hypersonic speeds. She was had the ability to regenerate, a talent she seldom used since she was also effectively invulnerable. She could generate electrical as well as fiery blasts. She could generate radioactive energy. She could control metallic and electronic objects. She could control the minds of humans, superhumans and animals. She could phase through solid matter. Merely by thinking about it, she could control the weather. She could also fly in space without needing air to breathe. She had become effectively immortal. Humans and superhumans have one thing in common. We're all mortal creatures. She wasn't. She was immortal. A breath away from divinity. One step below God.

We waged war against the humans, and superhumans worldwide rose against them as well. On January 1, 2013, we burned down the White House. Along with the rest of Washingon D.C. Then we traveled to Mississipi, where the Master teleported the entirety of the mightiest river in North America into the black emptiness of deep space. It was a feat worthy of a goddess. And the entire world watched it happen. Human and superhuman alike were amazed. Superhumans rejoiced. Humans quaked in fear. What followed was nothing short of a massacre. As superhumans took over the planet, the humans were slaughtered. However, we were still outnumbered. So a superhuman scientist came up with the ultimate weapon. A virus which would attack ordinary humans and leave superhumans unscathed. It was unleashed on December 2013.

I've never questioned the Master's decisions, but I wrestled with my conscience as she decided to wipe out the humans. I'm not a genocidal maniac. I wanted to make the humans pay for hunting and hounding my superhuman brethren. They put us in cages like animals. They experimented on us. And those of us who helped them got treated like criminals. I had no love for humanity. But I didn't think genocide was a good idea. It seemed a little...crazy. I voiced my doubts to Nicole Masters. I thought she'd understand. Big mistake. They say power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Nicole Masters wasn't the decent woman I once knew. She hadn't been a person, human or superhuman, for quite some time. Immortality made her cold and unfeeling. And power-mad. When I dared to question her, she decided to smite me. I knew I couldn't take her out. I wasn't a god. Plus, she had over three fourths of a billion superhumans who thought she was somewhere between Jesus Christ and Gandhi. I took off. 

Folks, Nicole Masters literally set the sky ablaze trying to kill me. I took off for the laboratory located on what once was a space station manned by ordinary human men and women. It belonged to the Resistance, and it was where we kept the virus which would one day destroy humanity. I put on a space suit, and flew. I had never flown in deep space before. It was quite different. I went to the space station, and took the virus. Unfortunately, I also activated the alert mechanism. A fleet of spaceships operated by superhumans took off after me. I took the entire station, and flew faster than I'd ever flown in my life. Where could I go? I knew the moment I asked myself the question. Where could I go that no other could follow? I teleported myself and the entire space station to the only place where no one could touch us. Inside the sun. Where nothing could survive. I'm a villain. I've killed men and women, human and superhuman. But I will not simply watch as an entire species is destroyed. Even if it's a species I've grown to detest. It's not who I am. I'm out. Peace. 



Villains: Remember The Name



Hey, there. My name is Jacob Celestin and I'm a six-foot-one, kind of chubby yet still mildly good-looking young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm twenty one years old. Someone once told me that a young man's college days are supposed to be the best days of his life. If you ask me, somebody lied. These days, I'm definitely not having a blast. I've got a lot of forces and obstacles arrayed against me. For one thing, I'm gay. Forget what you hear about Massachusetts being gay-friendly. I live in one of the most homophobic places on Earth. A lot of people in this world think young black men like myself are incapable of making it in life. I'm here to debunk this myth. Here is my tale of getting by in the City of Champions.

There isn't a lot to do in the city of Brockton. It's a boring town full of people who don't like each other. White folks, whether they're Jews, Irishmen, Italians or whatever hold the West Side. Black folks hold the North Side. The Hispanics and Cape Verdeans are always at each other's throat on the South and East sides. Yeah, this little shit hole of a town was made for conflict. It's times like these that I wish I could live in Boston, but whatever. Rent is cheap out here. I'm currently a student at Brockton Technical College, a two-year public school, and I'm very close to getting my associate's degree in business. Someday, I'm going to transfer to Bridgewater State College to get my bachelor's degree in business. I want to live in the dorms at that school too. I hear campus life in Bridgewater is pretty cool. But that's a semester from now. Until then, I have to survive life in Brockton.

Sometimes, I wish I could meet a better class of people. I hate the folks of my hometown. Seriously. The guys in Brockton aren't about nothing. Just smoking, banging bitches, getting into fights and winding up either dead or locked up. The bitches in Brockton aren't much better either. If anything, they're worse. They're rude, overly dramatic, think their shit don't stink and are prone to violence. And they're all about the paper. Couldn't care less about anything else. That's life in Brockton for you. Half the guys I knew at Brockton Technical High School are dead, in jail, or working three jobs to support the brats they had with more women than they've got fingers on each hand. Half the chicks I knew in high school have gone from loud and upbeat pretty gals to sullen women who've aged beyond their years due to getting into too many fights, having too many brats or a combination of both.

In high school, I was the guy who got mocked. The dude who actually showed up to class on time, did his homework and didn't get into fights, or wasted time chasing bitches. I knew I wanted more out of life than being stuck in Brockton. Seriously. There is a permanent air of doom and hopelessness in town. And every person who's tried to bring hope to the city has been mistreated in some way. A while ago, a gay black man ran for the Office of Mayor in Brockton. He was a good man with good ideas. He could have saved the city from the mess it's currently in. The city's Technical college is crumbling financially. Also, the public libraries had to cut back hours due to loss of personnel. Instead of electing someone who could fix things, Brockton chose to bypass this talented young man simply because he was black and gay, and re-elected a rather pompous wealthy old white guy who doesn't know the first thing about running a big city.

I supported the young gay black man who ran for the Office of Mayor of Brockton in 2007. Not just because he was black but because he was smart, talented, and open-minded. We need more people like him in the world of politics. There are many talented black men and black women out there who would make fine leaders for America's cities, corporations and other entities. Yet they never get the chance to prove themselves because many white folks don't trust them and many black folks don't care enough to support them. I was amazed when Barack Obama became President of the United States in 2008. I was praying to God that all those white folks who appeared to support him weren't just paying lip service in front of the cameras. Thankfully, the brother won. I'm eternally thankful to God for that.

I was hoping that black men and black women living in America would use the Hawaiian-born first-ever black president's example and try to rise about the petty stuff we do. The things we let stop us from achieving greatness. I can't tell you how many black women I hear going on and on about the countless flaws of the black male. Yet these same women get mad when they see a black man with a white woman. What gives? Most black women I meet hate seem to hate black men anyway so why should they care what kind of woman a black man they don't want is spending his time with?

At Brockton Technical College, I see lots of young black men dating outside their race. My best friend Leroy Alton is a big and tall, dark-skinned dude from Louisiana who moved to Massachusetts with his police officer father James about a year ago. He attends Brockton Technical College and is one of the toughest guys on the new varsity football team. The guy is good-looking, smart and friendly. A true gentleman. He's cool with my being gay and doesn't treat me any different for it. He also comes from a good family and has impeccable manners. On top of that, he's a great scholar and a college football player whom Division One schools like Northeastern University and Boston College have shown interest in. Definitely the kind of man you think today's young black college women would like to meet, right? Nope.

The young black women on campus go on and on about the unavailability of decent, smart and friendly black men yet they bypass fine young black men like Leroy all the time. It's times like these that I feel sorry for heterosexual black men. Especially the nice ones like Leroy. It's hard being a black man in America whether you're straight, gay or bisexual. I wanted to see Leroy happy, folks. He's been there for me. About six months ago, I was dating a six-foot-three, light-skinned, fine-looking black guy named Henry Mendes. He was half Cape Verdean and half African-American. This fine specimen of man was the star of the Brockton Technical College men's track & field team. With the face of a male model and the build of an Olympic athlete. Oh, and he was no slouch academically either. He always made Dean's List, proving that the stereotypes about jocks negative attitudes toward academia to be pure myth.

When I met Henry, he was seeing a five-foot-eleven, busty, pretty-faced and big-bottomed Latina named Amelia Figueroa. Folks, you've seen the type before. The chick was built like a porn star. I am one hundred percent gay and even I took notice of her good looks. Don't even ask me what effect she had on the straight guys. Henry and Amelia were the golden couple on campus. She was the captain of women's volleyball team and also a member of the Honors Club on campus. The woman was perfect. Every heterosexual man on campus wanted her, as did most of the lesbians. And every straight woman either hated her guts or wanted to be her. Henry should have been a very happy man. But he wasn't. Why? Simply because he was bisexual and the sexiest woman on the planet could only satisfy fifty percent of his desires.

I was approached by this stud while studying at the campus library. He needed help with his Advanced Calculus homework. I was happy to help. I thought he was straight, since I've got absolutely zero gaydar, but when he hit on me, I knew what was up. Folks, I want you to know that the stereotypes about gay men don't apply to me. I don't jump into bed with every horny man I meet. I don't have sex in bathrooms. I don't have sex with strangers. I don't have unprotected sex. Hell, I'm the least adventurous gay man ever. I've only had sex with two men and they were both longtime friends of mine. One married a religious chick he met after dumping me ( and forsaking his true sexual nature ) and the other went into the military. Yeah, I'm not a ho, folks. Thank you very much. However, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted by Henry Mendes. If you saw him, you'd understand why.

Henry Mendes was a stud in a class by himself. He could have anyone he wanted, man or woman. He was one of the fastest runners in the world of U.S. Collegiate Track & Field. Rumor is that UMass-Amherst scouts have shown interest in him. So many sportsmen and sportswomen from Brockton Technical College go on to play for Division One schools. Yeah, the guy was sexy, smart, and had lots of potential. He also had a girlfriend. I didn't get involved with bisexual men who had girlfriends or wives. I'm not a home wrecker. In the words home wrecker, you can clearly see the ho. And I'm not a ho. So I resisted Henry's attempts at seducing me.

I told him I'd rather be friends. He seemed okay with that. On campus, I had a reputation for being smart. I was the Chief Executive of the Brockton Tech Intercollegiate Chess Team, made up of nine guys and three chicks. All of whom I trained and tested myself. We'd gone to national competitions and actually defeated Florida State University, M.I.T. and even Yale University once. I didn't broadcast my sexuality. I simply focused on my work. As for the few young women who showed any romantic interest in me, I let them know that I was too busy with schoolwork and didn't have time for relationships. When some of them offered me casual sex, I told them I was saving myself for marriage. Hey, I had to tell them something! 

Henry and I became buddies. He was really popular on campus and I had to admit, hanging out with him was a serious social status booster. Men and women who had never talked to me before looked at me with newfound respect. Henry also introduced me to his family. Something no guy friend of mine who knew I was gay had done before. Henry's father, Horatio Mendes was a lawyer in Boston. His mother, Juanita Vega Mendes was a small business owner. She owned three hair salons in town. They did well for themselves and lived in a nice mansion on Brockton's mostly white and secluded West Side. Henry had a life I could only dream of.

My parents, certified public accountants Frederic and Elsie Celestin live in Avon. They haven't spoken to me ever since I told them I was gay, during the summer after I graduated high school. I'm dead to them, I guess. It's funny. My sister Hannah Celestin is currently locked up at a women's prison in Framingham for stabbing to death some white chick whom her ex-boyfriend Ray was cheating on her with. Before she went on her jealousy-fueled rampage, she was three credits away from getting her Master's degree in business from Suffolk University. My parents send her stuff and visit her all the time. 

My older brother Joseph Celestin is a local cop who beats on black people to prove his loyalty to the high and mighty white men and white women of the Brockton Police Department. He's married to Cindy Shane, a big-breasted blonde bimbo of a white woman who's a probation officer. My younger brother David Celestin works at the local adult video store. He's got three brats by two different women. And he's only twenty years old. I come from a fucked-up family. My siblings are all crazy. Yet my parents only reject me. Simply because I'm gay. If I don't run into them or talk to them until the day I die, I'll die a happy man. I hate my family. And they hate me. Henry's family loved him. He was so lucky.

I fell in love with Henry's lifestyle. And I fell in love with him. We began seeing each other, as more than friends. He was the first man I gave myself to one hundred percent. I surrendered myself to him, mind, body and soul. I was in love. Henry said he loved me. We had a lot of fun together. Then one day he dumped me out of the blue. He won a scholarship to Georgia Tech, and moved to Atlanta with his girlfriend Amelia, who won herself an academic scholarship to Spelman College, and I never heard from either of them again.

Yeah, I was a wreck when I met Leroy. I had lost the only man I'd ever loved. Just like I thought he would, the bisexual man picked his girlfriend over his gay buddy. It's a classic tale experienced by gay men across America. Leroy helped me get over Henry. No, not like that. Leroy is one hundred percent straight. But he wasn't a bigot. Leroy treated me like a brother. He was the only true friend I ever had. His father James was a cool guy too. He knew I was a gay man hanging out with his son and that didn't bother him. He made me feel welcome in his house. I didn't think men like him existed! I was very protective of Leroy and his father. They were like family to me. 

Like many young black men, Leroy has a thing for the big-booty ghetto bitches that can be found both on the streets and the college campuses across America. You can take a chick out of the ghetto but you can't take the ghetto out of her. Leroy hooked up with this tall, busty and big-bottomed yet foul-mouthed black chick named Monique Wayne whom he met in his psychology class. One look at her and I knew she was trouble. Black women like her didn't date educated, intelligent and sensitive young black men like Leroy. They preferred thugs and hustlers. I wondered why she was so into Leroy all of a sudden. Could it be because he was suddenly faced with the option of playing Division One NCAA Football? I warned Leroy about her, as did his father James. We all know horny people only listen to what's between their legs. I shouldn't have been surprised. I guess I expected better from Leroy. Still, I didn't want to lose my best friend, the southern gentleman to a common whore from the hood.

Leroy started spending less and less time with me and more and more time with Monique. I hate to say this but it seems some women have the ability to hypnotize inexperienced and unwary men with their pussy. Monique was a whore who only slept with guys for two reasons, either they were spectacular in bed or she was gaining something from them in some way. Young black men who play Division One NCAA Football and Basketball have a big chance of making it into the NFL and the NBA. That's why lots of women approach them while they're being scouted. I knew this was the only reason Monique wanted Leroy. And the fool couldn't see it.

For months this went on. Leroy went from a straight-A student to a B-minus student. He stopped focusing on school or playing football and instead bragged about getting head from Monique in the men's room. At a party at his father's house, he went on and on about how his sexy new girlfriend took it in every hole. I so totally didn't need that kind of imagery in my head. Monique was changing Leroy into something I couldn't even recognize. The witch had to be stopped. But how? I began following Monique around. Yeah, I know it's weird. A gay man stalking a straight black woman. It wasn't for sex. I just wanted to know what she was up to. Maybe I could find some dirt on her to get her to back off and leave Leroy alone. 

One afternoon, I overheard her talking to a friend of hers in the campus library. I hid behind a large bookshelf and listened in. Monique was telling her girlfriend Cheryl about her exploits with Leroy. She was calling him a dumb nigger, saying she finally had him where she wanted him. She went to the doctor and found out her two best days to conceive. Monique was ovulating and she was going to sleep with Leroy, in the hopes of getting pregnant and trap him. She knew he'd been picked up by the Division One Football program at UMass-Amherst and his next stop would be the National Football League. So she intended to use her pregnancy to pressure him to marry her, then she'd be set for life. As he rose in the world, so would she. Or else.

I shrank back in shock. This woman's evil knew no boundaries! I left the library in a haste. She was going to ruin Leroy's life. He was only twenty-two years old. He wasn't ready for fatherhood or marriage. I told him Monique would be the end of him. But he didn't listen. The family courts in this country are biased against men. If Leroy didn't marry Monique, she could still ruin his life by demanding more financial support from him that either she or their offspring would need. She could falsely accuse him of assault and have him locked up since the police believed everything women said as gospel. Leroy should have stayed away from her. Like most straight men, he wasn't too bright when it came to seeing women for what they were. I'm gay. I don't lust after women so my judgment isn't clouded when I'm dealing with them. They can't tell me two plus two equaled five, the way they could with straight men.

I ran from campus, all the way to my apartment on Emerald Street, a seedy neighborhood on North Main Street in Brockton. I lay in my bed and wept. I wept for Leroy. The poor guy. His life was over and he didn't even know it. As I lay there, an idea sprang to my mind. It was a vicious, wicked, desperate idea. But I liked it. Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures. At nightfall, I left my apartment. I went to the South Side, to the Eureka Rising Apartment Complex near the South Side Fire Station, where Monique lived. It was raining. I waited in the bushes by her apartment. I had a brick in my hand. Monique doesn't have a car. She gets rides from her girlfriends or whatever guy she's sleeping with. Sometimes, she takes the Bat Bus. I waited for her. After about an hour, Cheryl's bright blue BMW pulled into the apartment's parking lot. Monique got out of the car, waved goodbye to Cheryl, who drove off. Then, head down against the rain, Monique proceeded to walk toward the apartment.

I waited for the perfect moment. Then I struck. Down she went. Again and again I struck. Until my victim lay still. I took her purse, to make it look like a robbery. Then I took off like a murderer in the night. I returned home, but not before getting rid of the brick and the purse. I also burned the clothes I wore that day, along with the shoes. Then I showered with bleach in the water. I put on goggles to protect my eyes. The bleach was absolutely necessary for the whole shebang. Why bleach? It gets rid of tiny blood spots too small for the naked eye to see. I watch CSI. I know what to do. I soaked in the bleach for the next three hours. Then I got out, and went to bed.

The next time I saw Leroy, he was devastated. With tears in his eyes, he claimed to have lost the love of his life. I was there for him, like a best friend and brother should be. I embraced him, and told him everything would be alright. His father James and I stood by his side the day of Monique's funeral. Surprisingly, Monique's funeral service went largely unattended. Not even her pal Cheryl showed up. There was a brief investigation. The police ruled Monique's death a robbery-homicide. Some thug who needed to get high tried to rob her to pay for his next fix. She put up a fight and the thug killed her. Yet another tragic, senseless death on the streets of Brockton. Monique didn't have any family. Leroy requested a cremation for her, then took the ashes and put them in an urn. He was sad for a long time, but eventually moved on with his life.

After graduation, Leroy went to play Division One Football for UMass-Amherst. I went to Bridgewater State College on an academic scholarship. I've left Brockton and I'm never coming back. Sometimes, I think about what I've done. Am I evil for it? Or was I only protecting a friend from a predator? I don't know. I only know that I did was I thought was necessary. There was no other way. Monique would have destroyed Leroy. He's a good man. The only decent man I've ever known. Men like him deserve better than manipulative and treacherous witches like Monique. I'm not sorry for what I did. My catholic faith tells me I'm going to Hell. Maybe so. In which case I bring it on. I'd do it again. Sometimes, someone must stand between good people and the evil ones who prey on them. And that person is me.



Villain's Revenge



"We were lucky you know, Bunkum Boy," said Hoodoo Girl when they held their after fight review. "If Dr Dragoon hadn't made that one little slip we may not have been able to stop him this time."

Bunkum Boy just laughed. 

"He always makes that one little mistake, though, Hoodoo Girl," he pointed out. 

He looked across at the picture of Dr Dragoon on the front of the report and laughed again.

"Yah, boo. Sucks to be you," he said, giggling.

Observing the pair through a hidden camera, Dr Dragoon rose to his full height.

"Yah, boo. Sucks to be you? You dare to mock me, boy? You, with a brain consisting of a fresh steaming turd, dare to mock me? I shall destroy you. And her. The mighty Hoodoo Girl will find out just what sort of things are possible.

Fortunate for her that my respect for her father prevents me from just obliterating her. I shall turn my genius to finding a way to make you cringe and run at the very sound of my name. 

This last little episode will be the last time a child of eighteen will thwart the will of the great Dr Dragoon."

- - -

It was a few weeks after that episode that Hoodoo Girl received a tip. 

'If you're looking for Dr Dragoon, you will find him in the Mohave Desert. He has a hidden hide-away there and is currently there by himself. He will be there for another three days.' The note included longitude and latitude with instructions on how to approach the cabin without being seen.

Bunkum Boy of course was all eager to run up there and trap the good doctor immediately. Hoodoo Girl was more cautious. 

"It could be a trap, Bunkum Boy."

"So what? We'll spring it and catch Dr Dragoon in it."

"I don't know. It might be better to just leave this one to the police."

"He'd spot them coming and be long gone. We'll have the best chance. We'll tell the police where we're going and arrange for them to track us via our smart-phones. They'll know where we are at all times and if we stop moving about, and fail to contact them, they can move in."

Hoodoo Girl allowed herself to be persuaded. She really wanted to catch Dr Dragoon herself. Accordingly, she took what precautions she could and then went to visit the good doctor, Bunkum Boy providing backup.

It was suspiciously easy to locate the hide-away. Careful scouting showed no hidden traps, no watchful henchmen. Stealing up to the cabin and glancing through a window, Hoodoo Girl could see Dr Dragoon sitting at a table, going over some paper work. 

Hoodoo Girl found it hard to believe. A man of Dr Dragoon's calibre letting himself be trapped in a one room shack with only a single door? Unbelievable. 

Hoodoo Girl and Bunkum Boy approached the door. With a swift movement, Hoodoo Girl opened the door, and stepped in, followed closely by Bunkum Boy.

"Good evening, Dr Dragoon," she said coolly.

Dr Dragoon had snapped erect when the door opened, but apart from that he made no move.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to come with us, Doctor," said Hoodoo Girl.

Dr Dragoon smiled. "I'm afraid not," he said gently. "I think rather that you will be coming with me."

Hoodoo Girl looked puzzled and opened her mouth to answer. She felt even more puzzled as she felt herself sinking to the ground. She sensed Bunkum Boy collapsing next to her and then she slept.

Now Dr Dragoon was really smiling. "I'm sorry, Hoodoo Girl," he murmured. "Didn't I tell you that the air conditioner was blowing a sleep gas straight at the doorway?" Reaching over he switched off the machine before approaching the recumbent pair.

A couple of hours later Hoodoo Girl awoke. She was in a middle sized room, not the shack where she had seen Dr Dragoon. She took quick stock of her situation.

Bunkum Boy was lying on what seemed to be a mattress, and appeared to be asleep. Apart from the mattress the only other item in the room was a wooden chair. Bunkum Boy appeared to have some sort of metal collar on, and that was all he had on. Coupled with this shock came the realisation that she, too, was naked.

With no apparent door or window, all Hoodoo Girl could do was go and sit on the chair and wait. A few minutes later Bunkum Boy stirred and then sat up with startling suddenness, looking around.

"What happened?" he asked.

"It was a trap and we sprang it," said Hoodoo Girl.

"Where are we?"

"I have no idea."

Bunkum Boy, she noticed was trying not to look at her, embarrassed. He suddenly seemed to discover that he was naked as well and sat on the mattress, blushing.

"What is that collar you're wearing, Bunkum Boy?" Hoodoo Girl asked.

Bunkum Boy tugged at it, making no visible difference.

"I don't know," he said. "It seems to be made of metal."

Looking over at Hoodoo Girl, Bunkum Boy held his hand to the side of his face, thumb pointing at his ear, little finger at his mouth.

Hoodoo Girl nodded. They would have to wait until the phones were traced.

"How cute," said a familiar voice. "Bunkum Boy is telling you that they'll trace your phones. And I'm sure they will. It's just too bad that those phones aren't anywhere near here. Also, not being sure if you had other devices concealed about your persons, I've taken the liberty of removing everything you possess. Those items are with your phones, by the way. Many miles from here and going further away by the moment.

Now, Hoodoo Girl, you have been a very naughty girl and ruined a number of my plans. I'm afraid I will have to punish you for this."

"Really," said Hoodoo Girl indifferently. "And what do you propose to do?"

"Well nothing personally, or at least not yet. However, that chair you're on is there for Bunkum Boy to sit on. Do you mind hopping off and letting him have it?"

Hoodoo Girl looked at Bunkum Boy and shrugged. No reason why not. She rose and Bunkum Boy sat on the chair.

"Thank you," said Dr Dragoon. "Now, Hoodoo Girl, would you be so kind as to bend over Bunkum Boy's lap. He's going to give you a nice sound spanking for being such a naughty girl."

"The hell I am," snapped Bunkum Boy.

"You've got to be kidding," came from Hoodoo Girl.

"Oh, no. I never kid. Watch."

Next moment Bunkum Boy screamed, twitching violently. Hoodoo Girl watched in shock as he sagged in the chair.

"It's called a correction collar. In a few moments I'm going to turn it on again and leave it on for a minute, unless you, Hoodoo Girl, are bending across his knee and getting your pretty little bottom paddled."

"I won't do it," gasped Bunkum Boy. "You'll have to use the collar on me."

"Oh, that would be no fun. If you refuse to spank Hoodoo Girl I'll simply fit her with a collar and then zap her each time you refuse. Much worse than a spanking, I assure you."

Hoodoo Girl and Bunkum Boy looked at each other. For the time being they were in a corner. They would have to do as they were told. A few moments later Bunkum Boy was looking down at Hoodoo Girl's pretty white bottom, cursing the sudden erection that was pressing against her stomach. He gave her bottom a tentative pat.

Derisive laughter came from the speakers. 

"Now, Bunkum Boy, really. You can do better than that. I expect to see a red handprint every time you spank. If you'd rather, I can always arrange for one of my gorillas to come and show you how."

"You'll have to stop stuffing around and spank me properly, Bunkum Boy. Don't worry about me. I can cope with a simple spanking and I doubt you can hit me hard enough to worry me anyway."

Both encouraged and irritated by Hoodoo Girl's comment, Bunkum Boy set to with a will, wondering if he'd be spanking some modesty into her for a change.

Hoodoo Girl gritted her teeth as Bunkum Boy spanked her. OK, he was stronger than she'd guessed and those spanks stung, but she could bear it. The trouble was, Hoodoo Girl found, that the spanks were accumulative. After ten, her bottom was smarting. After twenty, her bottom was red and hurting. By the time Dr Dragoon called a halt, Hoodoo Girl felt as though her bottom was on fire.

"That's enough, Bunkum Boy," she called. "Dr Dragoon said you can stop now. Damnit, Bunkum Boy, cut it out. The doctor said it's over."

"That's Bunkum Boy for you," came the syrupy comment from the speakers. "Slow to start and then doesn't know when to finish.

Your personal grooming, Hoodoo Girl, leaves much to be desired."

There was a click as a hidden shelf dropped open. There was a small object on it.

"Bunkum Boy, your next task will be to assist Hoodoo Girl with her personal grooming. Just look at all that fur on her mound. Disgraceful. Use the electric razor to remove it. You'll find that you'll get the best results if you remove most of it with the builtin trimmer and then just run the main razor over the stubble. I suggest you run your fingertips lightly over it after you've finished to make certain that it's nice and smooth. 

And Hoodoo Girl, unless you want another spanking, I suggest you just lie on the mattress and let Bunkum Boy work."

Seething, Hoodoo Girl settled onto the mattress, while Bunkum Boy fetched the small electric shaver. Face burning he started trimming Hoodoo Girl's bush while Hoodoo Girl lay there rigid. With the main fur trimmed, Bunkum Boy blushed even brighter as he found himself having to brush it away from Hoodoo Girl's pussy with his fingers before he started on the stubble.

Hoodoo Girl felt like screaming as the buzzing razor sent little tremors deep into her, agitating her sensitive internal nerves. And did Bunkum Boy have to wave his stupid erection so close to her pussy?

Finally the shaving was complete.

"Hoodoo Girl, please put the shaver back on its shelf, and remain standing next to the shelf."

Hoodoo Girl replaced the razor and stood there, glaring at the wall, her eyes trying to burn holes through it. She should have been looking further down. As it was she gave a startled squeal when a hand reached over the little shelf and ran lightly over her freshly shaven pussy. She jerked hurriedly away from the wall.

"Very nice," came Dr Dragoon's voice, "but it's possibly feeling a bit raw." 

A bottle popped out of the slot and dropped onto the floor in front of Hoodoo Girl. Picking it up, Hoodoo Girl found it was a bottle of skin cream, and quite a good one. 

"Give that to Bunkum Boy," she was instructed, "and lie back down on the mattress. Bunkum Boy is to massage your whole body with that."

Hoodoo Girl wanted to scream at the doctor, but refused to let him see he was getting to her. She stalked over to the mattress and lay down again, handing Bunkum Boy the bottle while she did so.

"Bunkum Boy, remember I am watching," stated the doctor. "I expect that cream to be rubbed all over Hoodoo Girl. Not skipping bits because you don't want to embarrass her."

Bunkum Boy glanced at Hoodoo Girl and gave a half shrug. He wasn't going to admit he was having fun but what man wouldn't like an excuse to run his hands all over a body like Hoodoo Girl's, and having to include the naughty bits? He set to with a will, erection swaying as he worked.

Hoodoo Girl suffered in silence. She didn't even mention that she thought Bunkum Boy had spent a little too long oiling certain areas. And there had been no need to oil her breasts a second time. Another time she might kill him. Right now she just took it and tried to look indifferent.

Finally Bunkum Boy rose. "Finished," he said, half defiantly.

A door slid open in one of the walls. 

"Please step through and wait there, Bunkum Boy. Take the bottle and chair with you. Don't worry about Hoodoo Girl. That mirror you see is one-way glass and you will be able to see everything that Hoodoo Girl does."

Bunkum Boy moved into the other room, the door sliding closed behind him.

With Bunkum Boy out of the room another door slid open and Dr Dragoon stepped into the room. A naked Dr Dragoon. He had, Hoodoo Girl couldn't help but notice, a much superior erection than Bunkum Boy's. She moved into a fighting stance.

"Pain," snapped Dr Dragoon, "and stop."

Hoodoo Girl heard a shrill scream from Bunkum Boy's room. 

"The correction collar is voice operated," the doctor explained. "If you don't want to hear poor Bunkum Boy screaming, I suggest you just settle down. On the mattress would be a good place, on all fours with your bottom pointing at the sky."

Hoodoo Girl looked at him, heat in her eyes. 

"You've descended to the level of a rapist now?" she sneered.

"As a matter of fact, yes," smiled the doctor. "Now are you going to do as you're told or do I say the P word?"

"If I get on the mattress, you're going to rape me. If I don't, you're going to torture Bunkum Boy."

"I do like to see such quick understanding in one so young," said Dr Dragoon. "It's a simple choice. Is stopping yourself being fucked worth what it will do to your friend? Remembering that it won't necessarily help you. I may just gas you and tie you to the bed and take you anyway."

Glancing at the mattress, Hoodoo Girl saw that there were small leather loops at each corner. She'd thought they were to assist in carrying it. Now she realised they were tethering points.

Giving the doctor a withering look, Hoodoo Girl walked over to the mattress and took up the nominated position, face burning as she realised that Bunkum Boy could see what was happening. She could Dr Dragoon laughing quietly as he settled onto the mattress behind her.

"If my assessment is correct, the spanking, followed by the buzzing vibration of the electric razor, followed by the massage with the oil, will have made you acutely aware of your pussy. I'm betting you're wet and ready."

Cursing to herself, Hoodoo Girl stayed motionless as a single finger probed between her lips, assessing her state of readiness. Her face flamed scarlet as the doctor chuckled. 

Hoodoo Girl could feel her lips being eased apart and then the head of the doctor's cock was pushing against her. She tried to move away but a pair of hands caught her hips, holding her still. 

"Hopefully, this part will hurt," said Dr Dragoon, "but unfortunately, only for a short while. The popping sound you're about to hear is your sweet cherry."

Hoodoo Girl felt sudden pressure and gritted her teeth as she felt the doctor ramming into her hymen. She refused to yelp as she felt it tear, and then the doctor was laughing and sliding deeper into her.

Hoodoo Girl cursed quietly. At least, it would soon be over. All she had to do was wait a bit. The pain of her broken hymen had indeed faded, and Hoodoo Girl was now aware of unusual sensations starting to ripple through her as the doctor started to move within her. 

She found herself breathing hard, feeling the cock dragging out of her, catching her breath expectantly, waiting for its return. The movement went on, slowly coaxing her body to life. Personal wishes were of no value. Age old genetics were stirring, letting her know that pleasure was coming. 

Crouched there, feeling a cock sliding back and forth, moving in and out at its leisure, slowly dragging a response out of her. Hoodoo Girl was horrified to find her bottom bobbing up and down, moving happily in unison with the cock inside her. She tried to hold still but found her body disobeying her. It liked what it was doing and was moving instinctively.

Dr Dragoon was enjoying himself. This would teach the interfering wretch a lesson she wouldn't forget in a hurry. He moved slowly but rhythmically, slowly encouraging Hoodoo Girl to respond. He chuckled when he felt her responses hesitate for a moment and then pick up again, stronger than ever.

Suddenly driving in vigorously, Dr Dragoon caused Hoodoo Girl to squeal from surprise, her hips jerking eagerly up to take him. Hoodoo Girl found she'd lost control of herself. Her body was responding whole heartedly to the assault on her person, relishing it and demanding more. 

Now that Hoodoo Girl had surrendered her body to him, Dr Dragoon pulled out all stops, driving in hard and fast, relishing Hoodoo Girl's helpless response and her wailing cries for relief as he drove her towards a climax. 

Hoodoo Girl felt furious and desperate. She couldn't help herself and the whole world seemed to be coming down to that cock driving her insane. It plunged into her as she rose to meet it, withdrawing before she could fully capture it, only to come plunging down again. 

Tension was screaming through her and she knew what it presaged. It was bad enough that she'd been tricked and captured by Dr Dragoon. Worse that he was raping her, but it was simply horrendous that he should be forcing her to a climax while being taken so violently.

Bunkum Boy could see Hoodoo Girl bouncing up and down, taking the doctor's cock into her with what Bunkum Boy thought was quite an unreasonable amount of enthusiasm. He watched, mouth open, his own erection standing tall, hard as a rock.

Hoodoo Girl screamed when her climax hit her. She could feel Dr Dragoon pumping his seed deep into her and she could feel her internal muscles closing around and finally holding onto his cock. Then all external awareness was lost as she shuddered and sank into the force of her climax.

When Hoodoo Girl came out of her daze she found Dr Dragoon had departed. The door to Bunkum Boy's room was sliding open. As Bunkum Boy entered, there was a clicking sound from his collar and it abruptly snapped apart and fell to the floor.

"Be a good chap and put that on the shelf, would you. Thank you. I'm sure you won't need it again. I'm going to leave you now, but don't worry. I'll be letting some people know where you are so that they can come and rescue you.

Bunkum Boy. That erection you have looks as though it needs some attention. You'll notice that Hoodoo Girl is still nicely positioned and she would probably like a nice fuck from an old friend. Why don't you entertain her for a while? 

Bye, Hoodoo Girl. It's been fun."

Hoodoo Girl glanced around at Bunkum Boy in shock. His erection, she noticed, was very prominent. He surely wouldn't try and take advantage of her while she was only half aware, would he? From the look in his eye, Hoodoo Girl had a funny feeling she was about to find out the hard way.

Dr Dragoon glanced at Hoodoo Girl and Bunkum Boy one last time as he prepared to depart. One last task need to be done. Rescuers. Let's see. How many paparazzi did he know?



Villains



Ailis face contorted, her eyes firmly shut. Her body was limp, but still tense somewhat. Both her face and ass were thrust in the air, but she lost all control. The sound of slapping flesh bounced off the walls. Her throbbing asshole savored the feel of getting heavily pounded. This was a newly developed feeling, because her pussy was unattended, yet it was dripping.

Was this the drink, or was it the sense of the evil city slowly taking its affect on her, she thought. Or maybe it was her all along, letting herself loose under the earth in a seedy tavern. Shockingly she imagined the vile patrons up above barging into the room and taking turns up her ass. Whatever it was that was causing her to feel and think this way made her cum again. She let loose a throaty scream that blacked her out.