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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Worm_-_Wildbow
  Relationship:
      Imp/Shadow_Stalker, Grue/Shadow_Stalker, Shadow_Stalker/Emma_Barnes,
      Shadow_Stalker/Madison_Clements, Emma_Barnes/Madison_Clements, Skitter/
      Emma_Barnes, Skitter/Tattletale, Bitch/Tattletale, Imp/Sophia/Regent,
      Skitter/Regent/Emma_Barnes, Sophia/Madison, Regent/Imp/Emma, Grue/
      Skitter, Regent/Skitter/Grue, Regent/Imp/Skitter/Grue
  Character:
      Sophia_Hess, Aisha_Laborn, Brian_Laborn, Alec_Vasil, Taylor_Hebert,
      Rachel_Lindt, Emma_Barnes_(Worm), Madison_Clements
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome_-_F/M/M, Threesome_-_F/F/M, Threesome_-_F/F/F, Imprisonment,
      Starvation, Sexual_Slavery, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Submission, Foursome_-_F/
      F/M/M, Double_Penetration
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-24 Chapters: 16/16 Words: 45650
****** The Breaking of Shadow Stalker ******
by Axxor
Summary
     This is pretty well a crack porn Shadow Stalker bashfic, with the
     other two bitches thrown in as well. About the only two people who
     don't get it on are Grue and Regent. It's an expansion of the
     concepts first visited in Decline and Fall of Sophia Hess, minus Greg
     Veder.
***** Entrapped *****
Shadow Stalker pursued the ABB thug down the alleyway. She hated all criminals,
but she had a particular hate-on for ABB. And E88, for that matter. And all of
the rest of the gangs. The Undersiders, for instance ... she really wanted to
off Grue. His darkness wasn’t a hard counter to her shadow form, but she really
fucking hated being inside it when in that form. It was like swimming through
thick mud.

She jumped off the rooftop, grasped her cloak, glided.

The ABB guy stopped at the end of the alleyway, realising there was a brick
wall barring his way. He turned, reached into his jacket. She saw the glint of
metal.

Fucker’s pulling a gun on me? Me?

Her crossbow came around without her conscious thought. The string twanged.

Whoops, she thought too late. Lethal shot.

And it wasn’t a gun, she realised too late. It was a round object, which flew a
short distance as he spasmed, fell to the ground, died. The bolt had nailed him
right through the throat.

She was going to glide right over the thing. She didn’t want to. She twisted,
tried to evade –

It went active. An energy field surged up around her; she turned solid just in
time, dropped to the ground. Her hand brushed it; unbearable pain surged right
up her arm.

“Christ fuck cocksucker assfucker!” she yelped, shaking her hand and arm
vigorously.

She looked around. She was in an energy cage six feet by six feet. The little
ball that had generated it sat just outside the cage.

“Fuck!” she swore. He had a Bakuda bomb.

Pulling out her Wards commlink, she thumbed it on. “Base, this is Shadow
Stalker. I’m trapped by an energy field. Request immediate assist. Repeat, this
is Shadow Stalker. You there?”

Nothing. The comm crackled.

“Fuck. It must be stopping comms.”

She loaded another arrow, shot it at the ball. The arrow stopped in midair as
it passed through the cage. Hung there motionless.

“Fuck!”

She consideered her options. ‘Sit and wait’ seemed to be the best one.

They’ve got to come looking for me sooner or later.

Six hours later, she was still sitting and waiting. She desperately needed to
use the bathroom, and she was getting hungry.

“Fuck,” she groaned. “Will this fucking night never end?”

She took her cloak off, made a pillow out of it. Trying to ignore the ache in
her bladder, she settled down to try to get some sleep.

***

Sunlight in her eyes woke her; the ache in her bladder was now a stabbing pain.

Not caring who saw her, she pulled her pants down, squatted and peed. Urine
pooled beneath her feet, trickled to the cage ... and under it. Well, thank
fuck for that. I wouldn’t want to be fucking electrocuted for pissing.

She felt that she would piss forever, her bladder was so full. But eventually
it ended.

The fucking cage was still on.

She pulled out her comm and tried again. “Base, this is fucking Shadow Stalker.
Fucking help!”

Nothing.

She screamed at it. “BASE! I’M FUCKING TRAPPED! COME GET ME!”

Nothing.

She was hungry. There were a few concentrate bars in her belt pouch. She had to
have one. Her stomach rumbled as she unwrapped it.

It felt so good in her stomach. But it was dry; she needed to wash it down.

Her small canteen was half full. Maybe three good mouthfuls of water. She took
one. It wasn’t enough. She closed the canteen anyway.

***

The sun rose higher and higher in the sky. Shadow Stalker sweated in her dark
costume. Eventually, she took off her top, let her skin breathe. Sweat
evaporated on her lithe body. But now she could feel her legs sweating. Fuck.

By early afternoon, with no shade, she eventually skinned out of her pants.
Underwear was acceptable, she figured. She kept the mask on. Just in case
someone came by.

***

The sun rolled over farther in the sky. Mid-afternoon, it finally dipped behind
the building, up against which the dead ABB thug lay. She gasped in relief for
the shade. Her stomach rumbled, and she felt a pressure in her abdomen.

Oh fucking hell, she realised. I have to take a crap.

She held it off for as long as possible, even leaving her top off so as to
reduce pressure on her abdomen. But then she farted. It was one of those
horrible ones, designed to let you know that something was on the way.

Still, stubbornly, she clenched her ass cheeks, refusing to let it happen.

She farted again. This one smelled like something dead a week in the sun.

About one minute before she would have shit herself, she gave in, pulled her
underwear down, and squatted.

The nutrient bar must have had something to do with it, because half of it was
a long runny splurt that splattered her boots. She cursed and looked for
something to wipe with.

There was nothing.

“Christ FUCK!” she swore, and got out her knife. She cut the end off one of her
sleeves, and wiped with that. It wasn’t ideal, but it got her cleaned up.
Mostly.

She dressed again, and got as far away from the stinking mess as possible.
Which, in a six by six area, wasn’t very far.

She was thirsty again. She took out the canteen, took one frugal swallow, put
it back.

And now she was hungry. Even with that stench, her stomach rumbled. She farted
again. “Oh fuck no, not again.”

But this was more in the line of being an aftershock. Nothing followed. She
sighed with relief.

The sun dipped lower; the sky got darker. She pulled out her comm. “Base,
fucking answer me. Come get me, I am fucking stuck.”

Nothing. “Base, if you come get me, I will suck the cock of every man on board.
That’s a fucking promise.”

Did I just say that? I must be going out of my mind.

But there was no reply.

As the stars came out, a PRT transport rumbled over. She leaped to her feet,
screamed, shouted. Got out her little pocket torch. Waved it.

The transport landed. She felt a great sense of relief. Thank fuck, thank fuck,
thank fuck.

Then she realised. The dead man, they’ll find him. They’ll find my lethal
arrows.

About one second later, she shrugged. Let ‘em. I’ll get down on the floor and
kiss Piggy’s feet if she gets me out of this. I’ll go to juvey. Anything to get
out of here.

The PRT men walked toward the cage of electricity. One was saying casually to
the other, “- last known sighting was around here somewhere. Not answering
comms.”

The other one replied. “Reckon she’s here?”

They walked right up tto the cage. Shadow Stalker stood there, watching. They
were looking right at her. She yelled, “No! The cage is live!”

They kept walking. Hit the cage. Disappeared. Walked out the other side of the
cage, still chatting.

Shadow Stalker’s jaw dropped.

Fuck. I’m in an invisible fucking cage that moves people around it.

Her bladder clenched, and a tiny trickle of urine ran down her leg.

The PRT men found the dead ABB thug. The arrow was still nailed through his
throat.

One raised his comm to his lips. “Ah, base, we got a casualty here. Looks like
ABB. Been dead maybe a day. Got an arrow in him, looks like Shadow Stalker’s
work. Lethal job.”

Shadow Stalker screamed, raged, shot another arrow. It also hung in the space
between the bars of energy. No-one noticed her.

More PRT transports arrived. Director Piggot herself came hobbling down the
alleyway; she refused the assistance of the PRT man with her. She examined the
body in situ.

“Have the arrow checked for fingerprints,” she ordered. “If there’s nothing but
Shadow Stalker’s on there, have warrant made out for an arrest.”

The body was removed. Tape went up. Piggot stood a little way away, not three
feet from Shadow Stalker.

“PLEASE!” screamed Shadow Stalker. “LET ME OUT!”

She thumbed her comm. “Anyone, this is Shadow Stalker! I’M RIGHT FUCKING HERE!
ARREST ME!”

The PRT man frowned and looked at his comm.

“You got something?” asked Piggot.

He shook his head. “Nah, must be static. Or a ghost communication. Can’t make
it out.” He sniffed. “You smell something?” He was one foot away from Shadow
Stalker’s impromptu toilet.

“This whole alley stinks,” said Piggot tartly. “I expect you to put out the
arrest warrant immediately they clear the arrow. I’ve been suspecting her for
weeks, and now we have proof.”

Still talking, they stepped through Shadow Stalker’s cage and walked out of the
alleyway.

One by one, the PRT techs followed. The police tape they left behind fluttered
in the breeze.

Shadow Stalker cried.

***

She jerked awake. Wan light was poking its way over the building opposite. She
looked down. One booted foot was lying in the puddle of drying shit. She swore,
and pulled it away. There was a smear of brown on it. “Fuck.”

She had a raging thirst, and her stomach felt like a void. She pulled out the
energy bar first, and ate half. She still felt hungry, but not insanely so. She
drank half the water left in the canteen. Gotta conserve.

Before the sun got too strong, she stripped down to her underwear. Took her
boots off, left her socks on. Hey, she thought. Next time I take a shit, I can
wipe with my sock! She was thinking ahead; this cheered her. She carefully did
not think about the fact that she might not live long enough for this to be a
problem.

The sun rose higher, and even her dark skin itched. She tried holding her cloak
up as shade, but her arms got tired holding it away from her body, and letting
it drape over her merely transmitted heat straight through to her skin.

She sweated.

At midday, she ate the second half of her second-last energy bar. The last of
the water from her canteen went down as well; she tried to drink half again,
but she swallowed too fast, and it was gone.

She knelt, aching arms holding the cloak over her head. If I sweat, then I lose
too much moisture. I don’t have any to spare. I’ll die.

By mid-afternoon, she was in torture. Hold the cloak up; her arms screamed with
agony. Let it down; she felt the heat envelop her. She sobbed with the effort
of holding it up. I’m a survivor. I will fucking survive this.

When the sun dipped below the building to the west, where the police tape
flapped, she collapsed, unable to move her arms. Her face contorted in agony as
she watched her fingers curl into spasmodic claws.

And she needed to piss again. Badly.

No. It can wait.

It couldn’t. Stabbing pains in her bladder led on to moisture between her
thighs as tiny droplets were released; she didn’t have the muscular control to
hold it in right now.

Moaning with pain and frustration and humiliation, she edged her clawed hands
down, hooked her panties, pushed them down as much as she could. Tried to get
to her feet. Her hands would not work. Tried again, rolling on to her face,
bending down, bringing her leg up. The extra pressure on her bladder was too
much. She let loose, pissing on the ground behind her, down her leg, all over
the pants that she was kneeling on.

Face to the ground, she cried in humiliation.

Eventually, she stopped pissing. It smelled worse than normal urine. She
supposed that was because she was dehydrated.

Her hands were working a little better now. She pulled her sock off, wiped her
legs and crotch, and got as much piss off herself as possible. But her pants
were soaked down one side.

She pulled them on, but couldn’t stand it. Took them off.

She began to enumerate the exact ways she would torture Bakuda when and if she
ever caught up with the bitch. She had gotten to number three hundred and
sixty-four, tying her upside down and pouring molten lead through a funnel into
her vagina, when she heard a voice.

"Well, fuck. Is that Shadow Stalker?"
***** Saved, or Not *****
Chapter Summary
     Shadow Stalker is discovered in her imprisonment by Imp, who decides
     to have a little fun. Because, you know, Imp.
The voice was young, female and unfamiliar.

She started, rolled over. Got to her feet, peered around.

Not ten feet away, a costumed girl stood. She wore a grey and black outfit,
designed to make her look like a little devil or something. She had the shape
for it, too. She was maybe two years younger than Shadow Stalker.

The girl made a wolf-whistle sound. “Hey, Shadow Stalker. Love the gams!”

“You ...” she tried again, her throat dry. “You can see me?”

The girl nodded. “And hear you, yup. What are you doing in your skivvies?” She
giggled. “Not that I mind. You got a nice ass on you, sister.”

“Get me out,” husked Shadow Stalker. “Please. Get me out.”

The girl walked forward, disappeared from one side, appeared on the other.
“Huh.” She turned around, did it again. “Cool. How’s that work?”

“Bakuda bomb,” rasped Shadow Stalker. “Please. Get me out.”

“Ah, so this thing?” asked the girl, scooping up the little sphere. “Cool.”

Shadow Stalker nodded. “Turn it off. Please. I have to get out. I’m dying of
thirst in here.”

The girl seemed to consider this. “Hmm.” She seemed to come to a decision. “Are
your tits as nice as your ass?”

Shadow Stalker froze. “What?”

“It’s a simple question. Are your tits as nice as your ass?”

“I’ll show them to you,” said Shadow Stalker desperately. “Just let me out.”

“Show me,” agreed the girl. “And I might let you out.”

‘Might’ was good enough, right now. Shadow Stalker pulled off her top,
unsnapped her bra. Her breasts were taut and firm, and quite shapely.

“Nice,” said the girl at length. “Now the pants.”

“What?” gasped Shadow Stalker.

“Well, I gotta compare, don’t I?”

So Shadow Stalker pulled down her panties, and showed the girl her naked butt.

“Very nice,” said the girl approvingly. “But I think your tits have your ass
beat.”

Shadow Stalker began putting her clothes on. “Okay, I showed you. Now let me
the fuck out.”

The girl considered this. “... nah,” she decided. “I’ll think about it for a
bit.”

“What? No! You’ve got to let me out!” Shadow Stalker’s voice was desperate.
“I’ll do anything! I’ll ... I’ll let you touch me!”

The girl looked at her, from eye lenses that were dead black from side to side.

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that,” she said. “But not right now. Later.”

“Don’t leave me!” begged Shadow Stalker. “I’ll die of thirst!”

“Okay,” agreed the girl. “I’ll be back in an hour or so,” she said cheerfully.
“Don’t go anywhere.”

Time passed.

Shadow Stalker ate half of the last ration bar. It tasted like sawdust and rat
droppings. Maybe it was made of sawdust and rat droppings. It kind of looked
like it.

Who the fuck was that? she asked herself. Why the fuck did she make me strip
off?

To pass the time, she began enumerating more ways to torture and kill Bakuda.

Number four hundred and twenty-one was “shove as many of her own bombs as
possible up her ass, then set them all off at once”. She quite liked that one.

“Hey, Shadow Tits!”

She looked around. The girl was approaching, carrying an army style canteen,
which sloshed deliciously with water. She also had a pack of sandwiches. With
real bread. And filling. Sophia’s mouth should have watered, but it merely felt
a little less dry.

Fuck, I need that water.

“Oh, thank god you’re back. Please, give me the water.”

The girl stopped just short of the cage. “First, tell me your secret identity.”

Shadow Stalker recoiled. “I can’t do that!”

“Fine, then.” The girl slung the canteen, ripped open the sandwich packet, went
to take a bite –

“Sophia! Sophia Hess!” she blurted.

“Excellent, Sophia. I’m Imp. And just so you know, I’m Grue’s sister.”

Sophia felt a cold feeling all the way through her chest. Oh shit. I am so
dead.

Imp grinned. “Hey, hey. It’s all good. I don’t hold grudges. I just fuck
people’s shit up.”

Sophia stared at her. “Water ...?” she ventured. “Please?”

She could feel her lips start to crack; there was no saliva in her mouth any
more.

Imp did something with the sphere, then tossed the canteen. It paused when it
hit the cage wall, outlined in crackling blue fire, then kept on going. She
caught it, awkwardly. The sandwiches followed. Sophia noted that the canteen
looked a little scorched, the plastic around the sandwiches a little deformed.
She didn’t care.

First, she opened the canteen and took a long swallow of water. She wasn’t at
all sure that it even reached her stomach; the parched tissues of her mouth and
throat seemed to absorb it. But the second swallow did. And the third. And the
fourth.

She stopped then, and grabbed the sandwiches, and ate one.

Heaven.

She didn’t know what was in it, but she would buy shares in whatever it was.

She ate another. It was just as good.

By the third sandwich, she was recognising salmon paste. She didn’t actually
like salmon paste. She kept eating. Salmon paste was now officially her
favourite food.

After the third sandwich, she drank some more water. Her stomach gurgled. She
felt a little bloated.

It was a wonderful feeling.

Imp was still watching her, head on one side.

“Wow,” she said. “How long you been stuck in there?”

Sophia paused in the middle of licking salmon paste off of her fingers. “Two
days?” she ventured. “Something like that?”

Imp frowned. “Ouch,” she declared. “That’s gotta be nasty.” She indicated where
Sophia had been forced to relieve herself. “That too. Ew.”

Sophia felt a sob rising in her throat. “I couldn’t help it!” she blurted.

Imp chuckled. “I can deal.” She paused. “So. You want out.”

“Oh god, yes, please,” begged Sophia. “You have no idea how much I want out.”

“Grue saved me from being raped by my mother’s boyfriend,” said Imp carefully.
“I think I have an idea.”

Sophia felt a pang of sympathy. “I can understand that,” she said. “My trigger
was something not altogether different.”

Imp smiled. “So. We both know you’re not getting out right now. I still gotta
figure out what to do with you. But I’m not a total bitch. What can I do to
make your life a bit more comfortable?”

“Something to shit in,” said Sophia immediately. “Some more water to wash that
shit away.” She pointed at the mess. “Water to wash me. Water to drink.
Something to sit on. Something to sleep on.” She picked up her pants. “These
need a wash.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” said Imp. “Not your fucking maid, here. But I’ll see what I
can do.” She grinned impudently. “See your tits again?”

With a sigh, Sophia took her top off and undid her bra. It didn’t seem to
matter anymore.

“Nice,” said Imp. “Very nice.” She waved a hand. “You can put ‘em away now. I
just like to look at ‘em every now and again.”

Sophia put her bra back on, then pulled her top over her head. By the time she
got it back on, Imp was nowhere to be seen.

Fuck, I forgot to thank her. “Thank you!” she shouted. “Thank you so much!”

There was still water left in the canteen, and still one more sandwich. And
right now, she wasn’t hungry or thirsty. She felt that she had riches beyond
measure.

The ball was within her sight. Tucked into a niche in the wall, it was fairly
well hidden away.

Hey, she thought. Maybe I can turn shadow, and shoot it that way.

She turned shadow. Crackling electricity grounded into her, arced through her.
She turned solid, fell to the ground, convulsing in agony.

Fuck. Bad idea. Really bad idea.

She didn’t try again.

More hours passed. The night crawled on. Her stomach gurgled a little,
contentedly. She worried that her digestive system might assert itself before
Imp returned.

She reached number seven hundred and sixty-three in her Bakuda torture/kill
list. At least, she thought it was seven hundred and sixty-three. The way her
head was swimming with fatigue, she suspected she may have miscounted. And she
thought she might be re-using ideas. But slow decapitation with a hacksaw,
while fellating an angry porcupine, seemed to her to be a reasonably original
idea.

She dozed on the hard asphalt; the stench made it impossible to sleep properly.

“Hey, Shadow Stripper!”

She sat up abruptly; the motion made the world sway. Sometime during the night,
she had eaten the last sandwich, and she felt pleasantly full again. But she
was losing sleep here.

“Imp!” she said, gladness in her voice. “It’s so good to see you!” Her hands
went to the hem of her shirt. “Did you want me to ...?”

Imp grinned. “Sure, why not? They are really nice tits.”

Sophia shrugged and took off her top. If Imp wanted to see her tits in return
for giving her stuff, who was she to argue?

Once Sophia was doing up her bra again, Imp did something to the sphere and
then tossed a plastic container in through the cage wall. Something thumped
inside it.

“Grue cooked a roast,” she explained. “I stole some.” She indicated the
container. “Once you’ve eaten the food, you can use it to crap in. Seal it
before you give it back, okay?”

Sophia shook her head. “Nothing goes out.” She indicated the arrows, still held
in the field.

Imp played with the sphere. A small square hole appeared in the cage wall.
“Wanna bet?” she asked with a grin.

Sophia watched carefully. If I tossed my comm outside, the signal would go out.

And Imp would just let the PRT come and find it. Two fucking feet from me. And
she’d probably let me starve after that.

I don’t want to make Imp mad.

She pulled open the container, lifted out the large chunk of roast beef, bit
into it. Juices spilled over her tongue, trickled down her throat. Her entire
stomach clenched from sheer pleasure.

Oh my god, I think I just came.

No, I don’t make Imp mad. I want her to be my friend.

I want her to like me.

She another bite, savouring the taste, chewed, and swallowed. Oh god, this is
so good.

Imp watched, a small smile on her face.
***** Love Thy Captor *****
Chapter Summary
     Sophia suffers from hunger and thirst, and realises just how much she
     depends upon Imp.
Predictably, Sophia’s digestive processes kicked in again when she was halfway
through the slab of roast beef. She was just using her knife to carve off a
piece – so very good! – when there was a rumble in her stomach and a sudden
feeling of pressure.

“Oh, shit,” she muttered, unaware of the play on words. I can’t put this on the
ground, and I’m going to need my hands in a moment.

Thinking quickly, she put her knife away, then pulled her top over her head,
wrapped the meat in it, and put it down to the side. Then, pulling her panties
down, she squatted over the plastic container.

Imp looked away discreetly while the action went on; urine and excrement fell
into the container, while Sophia concentrated on maintaining her balance and
not being totally humiliated.

At last, it was over; Sophia was looking around to see where she’d left her
sock, when a soft thud drew her attention. A toilet roll, charred all over but
still intact, lay beside her. She looked at Imp, surprised.

“Hey,” said Imp, indicating a bag at her feet. “Comforts of home, right?”

Sophia wasted no time in peeling off some toilet paper – the outer layer
fragmented in her hands, but soon she had enough to use – and applying it to
the use for which it was intended.

As she dropped the wad in the case and carefully sealed it down, she looked up
at Imp, tears in her eyes. “You did this for me?” she asked, feeling a great
wave of love for the younger girl.

Imp watched her pulling her panties up. “Well, duh,” she said. “I might be a
bitch, but I’m not a total and utter fucking whorebag.”

“Thank you,” said Sophia. “Thank you.” She looked at the toilet roll. So minor,
so insignificant, yet right then it meant so much to her.

“Hey,” said Imp. “I think you’re kinda sexy, I want to get to know you better.
Fucking you over is not the way to do that.” 

“I can show you my breasts again if you want,” said Sophia eagerly. I so want
her to like me.

Imp considered this for a long moment, and Sophia’s heart sank. She’s bored
with me.

Then Imp grinned. “Sure. I like looking at those.”

Sophia quickly undid her bra and took it off. She looked at Imp. “I can leave
it off, if you want,” she offered coyly. “Because you like to look at them. I
don’t mind.” In fact, she felt, she rather liked it when Imp looked at her
body. It made her feel secure.

If she wants me, then she won’t let me die in here.

“Show me your butt again,” said Imp, grinning wickedly.

Sophia didn’t argue; she quickly took her panties off and stood naked before
Imp.

“Turn around. Let me get a good look at you..”

Anxious to please, Sophia turned slowly on the spot, giving Imp a good eyeful
of her naked body.

“Do you like me?” she asked, heart in mouth. Do you want me? Please want me. If
you don’t want me, I’ll die here.

Imp nodded slowly. “Oh yeah. That is one nice ass. And those tits are
to die for.” She grinned. “No, don’t put anything back on. I just want to look
at you for a bit.”

Sophia smiled at her, running her hands over her body. “I’m glad you like me,”
she said softly. “I’m glad you like to look at me. I like it when you look at
my body. It feels good.”

Imp grinned. “Good.” She did something with the sphere, and a small opening
appeared in the cage; Sophia passed the closed container out to her. 

Imp accepted it and put it on the ground nearby. She indicated the costume
lying on the ground. “So how long have you had your powers for?”

Sophia blinked. “Oh, uh, about two, two and a half years so far,” she said
hesitantly.

Imp nodded. “And you’ve been a superhero all that time, huh?” Her voice was
warm, approving.

Sophia nodded, smiling. “Yeah,” she replied. “It’s been good.”

“Pretty cool powers, too,” Imp commented. “So have you ever hurt anyone
accidentally, like an innocent bystander?”

Sophia shook her head firmly. “I’m always careful about shit like that.”

Imp nodded. “That’s cool,” she said. “So basically, you’ve never hurt anyone
who didn’t deserve it?”

Sophia shook her head again, grinning, checking out her nails. “Nah. I’m too
good for that.”

“Right, right,” said Imp. In exactly the same tone of voice, she said, “So what
did Taylor Hebert do to deserve it?”

Sophia froze. An icicle went straight through her guts. Very slowly, she looked
up to see Imp’s face, staring back at her. She couldn’t answer, couldn’t think
of an answer.

“Come on,” said Imp, mild irritation in her voice. “Taylor Hebert. What did she
do, run over your dog, kick your cat, fuck your boyfriend? I mean, the shit you
put her through, she must have done something pretty fucking amazing. I’m just
interested in what it was.”

“I … uh ….” Sophia didn’t know what to say. I was strong, she was weak just
didn’t seem to cut it as an answer.

“Sophia?” said Imp. “Come on, seriously. You were pretty damn definite in
fucking her over. And shoving her in that locker with all those used tampons
and pads and shit, that was a major-level fuck-over right there. This wasn’t a
sudden whim. You had a damn good reason. I just want to know what the reason
was.”

Sophia was terrified that Imp would just walk away and leave her. “I …” She
paused.. And then she told Imp everything. Told her all about how life was
about the quick and the dead, how predators ate and prey got eaten. Told her
about how Emma had needed building up, so she chose to push her old, weak
friend Taylor down. How they started doing it to see if Taylor was worth
anything as a friend, then kept doing it.

Imp was frowning. “Okay, I can get that,” she said. “But once you decided she
wasn’t gonna cut it, why keep going?”

Sophia stared at the ground. “Because it was fun,” she admitted. “I enjoyed it.
I enjoyed seeing the pain on her face, the look when she realised we’d fucked
up her life again.”

Imp stared at her. “Why did you do it?” she asked. “How could anyone enjoy that
shit?”

“Because I was stronger and she was weaker,” said Sophia desperately. “It’s the
way it works. You’re either a survivor or a whiner. A winner or a loser.” She
wanted Imp to see her point of view so badly.

“And what are you, right now?” asked Imp softly.

Sophia slumped to the ground, unmindful of her naked condition, head drooping.

“I’m a loser,” she said dully. “I can’t win. Not here.”

“So, do you think I should maybe fuck you over as badly as you fucked Taylor
over? Cover you in shit? Make you suffer for two years?”

Sophia shook her head, tears running down her face. “No,” she sniffled. “Please
don’t.”

Imp tilted her head. “Did Taylor ever ask you to please leave her alone?” she
asked.

Sophia nodded hesitantly. “A few times,” she admitted.

“And did you?” asked Imp.

Sophia shook her head again. “No,” she said softly. “We just had a good laugh
and kept doing it.”

“So why the fuck should I not fuck you over hard, just because you asked me not
to?” Imp’s voice was harsh, unforgiving. It cut Sophia’s soul like a knife.

Sophia’s arms were around herself; she was crying freely now. “Don’t be like
me,” she sobbed. “Please don’t be like me.”

“And what were you like?” snapped Imp.

“A bully,” Sophia admitted at last, both to Imp and to herself. “A fucking
cunt. An unmitigated bitch. A sadist. I fucking enjoyed hurting her. It felt
good to me.” She hunched over herself, arms wrapped around her torso, tears and
snot running down her face as she cried. “I shouldn’t have done it, I shouldn’t
have done it.”

When she looked up, Imp was gone.

“Oh god,” she whimpered. “Come back. Please come back. Don’t go. Don’t leave
me. I need you.”

Imp was nowhere to be seen.

“PLEASE!” she screamed. “COME BACK! I’LL DO BETTER!”

Imp didn’t come back.

Sophia pleaded far into the night, shouting entreaties at the surrounding
darkness, until her voice was raw. But Imp was not there.

Eventually, she curled up on the hard asphalt and cried herself to sleep. She
didn’t dare put her clothes back on. Imp hadn’t said she could, and Imp was
angry with her now. On the off-chance that Imp came back, she didn’t want to
make her more angry than she already was.

The night was long and miserable.

***

The sun woke her the next morning, lancing down at her naked body, curled up on
the asphalt. She had wrapped the cloak around herself for warmth, but then had
worried that Imp would consider that to be putting clothes on, so she left it
off.

She nibbled at the remains of the roast beef; it was cold and tough, but still
tasted good. But not as good as it had when Imp had been happy with her. Please
come back. I’ll do anything you want.

At least she had part of a canteen of water. She drank as much as she thought
her stomach would hold, then had to piss again, in the corner of the cage. The
stink wasn’t bothering her as much as before; she wondered if she was getting
used to it, or if it wasn’t as bad.

The sun was just starting to get oppressive when she heard a rattling and
clanking and banging. Into view came Imp, pushing a wheelbarrow, laden down
with various items. Sophia’s heart leaped to see her. She hasn’t left me!

“Imp!” she called out gladly. “It’s so good to see you!”

Imp grinned at her. “You’re looking pretty damn sexy too, hot stuff,” she said.
“Have you thought about what we talked about last night?”

Sophia nodded eagerly. “I’ve been so wrong,” she said. “I should never have
hurt her. I should have left her alone, made Emma leave her alone. She never
did me any harm.”

Imp nodded. “This is true,” she allowed. “But the fact is, you did do her harm.
You hurt her bad. So what can we do about that? How can you make that right?”

“I’ll confess!” said Sophia promptly. “I’ll apologise to her. I’ll do anything.
Get down and kiss her feet. Let her hit me.”

Imp shook her head doubtfully. “I can’t see it,” she said. “I think you’re just
trying to fuck with me.”

“No, no,” said Sophia frantically. “I’ll prove it. Tell me to do anything, and
I’ll do it!”

“Really?” asked Imp. “So if I told you to lick that shit up off the ground, or
cut off your own nipple, you’d do it?” There was honest curiosity in her voice.

Sophia swallowed. “If it comes to a choice, I’ll cut my own nipple off,” she
said, steeling herself.

Imp stared at her for a long moment. 

Sophia was terrified she would give the order. I don’t want to do it, but if
she says to, I have to. Quite without her own volition, her fingers found the
knife, and clicked open the blade. It was razor sharp; she’d made sure of that.
She stared at the silvery edge. This is going to hurt, she thought, and
whimpered.

Eventually, Imp shook her head.

“Nah,” she said. “Making you eat shit is just too sick. And I like your tits
too much to make you cut them up.” She smiled. “You’ve proven that you mean it.
You can put the knife away now.”

With trembling fingers, Sophia clicked the blade closed. “Thank you,” she
whispered.

Imp grinned. “Besides, I’m not pissed with you any more. I brung you stuff.”

Sophia blinked. “You did?” she asked, her heart rising in her chest. “For me?”
Tears welled in her eyes.

Imp nodded. “Okay,” she said, “first off. This fucking thing is heavy. You owe
me for this.”

Grunting, she hauled a large plastic jerry-can of water from the barrow, and
hefted it over to the cage. It gurgled and glooped, indicating that it was
either really full, or almost so. She dropped it to the ground almost at the
edge of the cage, then gave it an almighty kick, which knocked it over into the
cage. Sophia grabbed it and dragged it free of the cage wall, which was doing
its best to melt the plastic.

Next, Imp tossed through a large scrubbing brush, a couple of buckets, a
folding chair, and lastly, an umbrella. Each of these came through more or less
intact.

“Oh my god,” said Sophia. “Oh my god. Oh my god.” She knelt on the harsh
asphalt, hugging the jerry-can and the umbrella to herself. “Oh my god.” She
looked up at Imp. “Thank you,” she said. “Thank you.”

Imp grinned. “You can start thanking me by cleaning up that shit in the corner.
It looks untidy and stinks to hell and back.”

Sophia nodded eagerly. She took the cap off the jerry-can and tilted it; water
gugled out and splashed over the pile of excrement. Carefully re-capping the
can, she got down on her hands and knees and started scrubbing. Bit and pieces
came free and drifted away as she washed it down with more water.

Imp squatted outside the cage, watching. “Scrub harder,” she grinned. “It makes
your tits move faster.” Sophia looked up at her, grinned as she wiped the back
of her hand across her forehead, and wiggled her breasts for her.

“Oh yeah,” said Imp. “That’s some kinda sexy. I can see you doing that, and I
come up behind you with a big old strap on. Just take hold of your hips and
slide it on up inside you.”

“Ooh,” said Sophia. “That sounds so hot.” It did, too. She imagined being in
this position for Imp to fuck with a plastic cock, and she felt warmth deep in
her belly. She kept scrubbing , then doused the spot with water again. All the
time, she was imagining having Imp hold her while she fucked her mercilessly
with a strap-on dildo, taking her hard, making her cry out in pleasure …

Imp watched her unconsciously thrusting her butt backward as she scrubbed, and
giggled.

After Sophia had scrubbed it all away, she washed off the brush in the water.
Already, the smell seemed to be decreasing.

Imp nodded. “Now, wash your clothes. You pissed on your pants, right?”

Sophia nodded. “Thank you,” she said. “Oh god, thank you. I love you.”

Imp giggled. “I love you too, you sexy, sexy bitch,” she said fondly. “Now wash
your fucking clothes.”

Sophia felt warm all over as she poured water – there was so much of it! – into
the bucket, then scrubbed and rinsed her pants until she was sure the dried
urine was all gone. She unfolded the chair and hung the pants over it to dry.
She also washed out her socks, and scrubbed the shit off her boot. She looked
expectantly at Imp for the next thing to do.

“Have a bath,” said Imp. “Scrub yourself clean. All over.”

“The brush is a bit harsh …” ventured Sophia.

“So fucking what?” asked Imp. “Are you complaining?”

“No, no, no,” Sophia blurted. “Not complaining! Let me do it! I’ll do it!”

So she wiped water all over herself with a wet sock, then dipped the brush into
the bucket and scrubbed herself clean. It was indeed harsh, and she had to go
over every square inch of herself, under Imp’s critical eye. She was so
terrified of making Imp angry or impatient that when she came to scrubbing her
breasts and between her legs, she scrubbed extra hard, just to make sure that
there was no censure.

By the time she finished, she was tingling all over, and more than a little
sore in some places; but she was clean, and Imp was smiling.

“You can get dressed now,” said Imp cheerfully. “I’ve got to go now; I should
be back tomorrow.”

Sophia obediently dressed; she pulled her panties on, but decided not to wear
her bra, so that Imp could look at her breasts when she took her top off,
without worrying about that as well. She did pull her top on, which felt
uncomfortable against her stinging breasts, but she felt obscurely that she
deserved some sort of punishment, so she endured it, and even revelled in it.
Because it meant that she was atoning in some way for how she had been before.

She hoped Imp would come back soon. She had dared not ask for any more food;
she had the piece of chewed-on roast beef, but that would go off soon. But she
had a full canteen of water, and a bucket to wash in and another for nastier
matters, and a chair to sit in, and an umbrella to shield herself against the
sun …

Imp loves me. She must do.

Or why would she have given me all this stuff?

Settling down on the chair, with the umbrella keeping the sun off of her, she
felt like a queen. An empress.

I love Imp so much.

I can’t wait till she gets back.
***** The Slippery Slope *****
Chapter Summary
     Sophia transitions from having everything she needs (except freedom)
     to having nothing, to starving. When she feels upon the brink of
     death, she is rescued by Imp and the Undersiders.
The day passed in relative comfort for Sophia. She had her chair to sit in –
and what a vast relief that was, from the hard ground! – and the umbrella to
keep the sun off her. She took frequent sips from the canteen, nibbled at the
now cold and hard roast beef, and pretended that she was relaxing at the beach.
After a while she took her top off again, because she liked the feeling of the
air on her still-tender nipples.

As the day drew to a close, she found herself fantasising about Imp again. Imp
tying her up and forcing her to accept a huge dildo into her vagina; Sophia
struggling, crying out, and then meekly accepting it as it stretched her to
almost painful levels, finally surrendering all of her inhibitions and coming
hard as Imp fucked her mercilessly with it.

Imp putting a collar around her neck and forcing her to move on all fours,
naked. Imp also naked, and making her ‘pet’ lick her sweet young sex until she
came off. Making her bend over for spankings that somehow changed to being
penetrated and fucked until she screamed. Tying her lead up in public and
making her submit to having strange men fuck her, one after the other. And then
taking her home and making sweet love to her, kissing all the pain away,
holding her in her arms.

She found that her panties were around her knees, and that she was rubbing
herself, as sore as the scrubbing brush had made her. Parting her labia, she
ran her fingers over her slippery vulva, rubbed at her clitoris, and slid two
fingers into herself. The wilder, more degrading the fantasy, the more it
excited her. So long as it had Imp in it, forcing her to do something, she
found it intensely arousing. She came violently around her rubbing fingers,
over and over.

I want her to want me. I want her to make me do things.

The thought was not even mildly strange any more.

After a time, she finished off the last of the beef, drank some water, wrapped
her naked body in her cloak, and curled up on the chair.

It was the best night’s sleep she’d had since she was trapped in the cage.

She dreamed of Imp, and smiled in her sleep.

***

She woke up, stiff and a little sore, but still far better off than any
previous morning. Getting up, she stretched, uncaring about her nakedness, and
relieved herself in the bucket provided, then sloshed it out under the edge of
the cage. Pouring a little water into the bucket, she swirled it around, then
sent it after the stream of urine. Flushing the toilet, she thought with some
little amusement.

She settled back to wait for Imp. Her stomach growled very slightly, but she
drank some water to quiet it down. She said she’d be back. She loves me. I love
her. She’ll be here.

Sitting in the chair, holding the umbrella against the sun, she fell into a
pleasant doze. She came out of it around midday, looking around. Imp’s not here
yet.

Maybe she was delayed.

But there was the kernel of worry there.

In the mid afternoon, she had to defecate into the bucket. She poured some
water in there, in the hope that it would deaden the smell. It didn’t help
much. But it wasn’t as bad as it had been, before.

Imp will be here soon, to deal with it.

But she wasn’t.

As the sun dipped below the buildings in the late afternoon, Sophia shivered,
and not just from the oncoming chill of night.

Where is she?

She said she’d be here.

She drank some more water, refilled the canteen from the jerry-can, and got
dressed. Underwear, pants, top, boots. It was promising to be a cold night. She
wrapped herself in the cloak, and curled up on the chair.

Imp, she thought. Where are you?

She had nightmares, of Imp looking coldly at her, then turning and walking
away. Of screaming at her to come back, please, I love you.

Of Imp’s cutting words. “You hurt Taylor Hebert.”

She repented of her actions a thousand times over that night. And every time,
Imp told her that she wasn’t being serious enough.

She woke up in the morning, shivering and crying. “Imp,” she pleaded out loud.
“Imp. I love you. Please come back to me.”

But Imp was not there.

She was thirsty; she drank. She was hungry; she drank to dull the pangs.

All that day, she went over every single time she had hurt Taylor Hebert, and
castigated herself over and over for what she’d done. So many times she could
have stopped it. So many times she hadn’t. So many times she had done more.
Pushed her over. Stepped on her foot. Shoved her down the steps. It had been so
easy.

Well, now I’m paying the price. Tears welled from her eyes.

In the evening, she drank some more water. Refilled the canteen.

The jerry-can was getting quite empty now.

She had to relieve herself into the bucket again. When she was finished, she
looked at the murky liquid in the bucket, comprised of water, urine and
excrement.

If I get thirsty enough, I might try to drink that, she thought.

Fuck that. She poured it out; the horrible liquid ran under the cage wall.

She was just settling down for another cold, hungry night when she heard
footsteps, saw a flashlight beam.

“Imp!” she called out. “Imp! Oh my god, you came back! Imp! I love you!”

But it wasn’t Imp. Whoever it was could not hear her.

A man came into view, holding a flashlight in one hand and a piece of paper in
the other.

He walked down the alley, looking around carefully. At some point, he found
what he was looking for, and stopped. He looked around.

“Okay,” he said out loud. “I’m going to feel fucking stupid for this, but two
hundred dollars is two hundred dollars.” He cleared his throat and pointed the
flashlight at the piece of paper.

“To whom it may concern,” he began in the sing-song voice one uses for such
things. “I can’t make it today, but I’ll be back just as soon as I can. Hang in
there, sexy tits, and I’ll be back for you. Love and kisses, you know who.” A
pause. “P.S. Don’t cut anything off.”

Folding the paper, he put it in his pocket. He turned in a circle, shining the
flashlight in all directions. It splashed over Sophia, but of course he didn’t
see her.

“Well, if anyone’s listening,” he said out loud, “that’s the message. I’m going
now.”

Turning, he left the alleyway, muttering just loudly enough for her to hear,
“Now I’m going to go have a drink. Fucking stupid …” His voice died away.

Sophia had to sit down and hold herself to contain her emotions.

She hasn’t forgotten about me! She sent a message!

Joy bloomed in her heart. She loves me.

She curled up on the chair with a smile on her face. Even the hunger did not
seem so strong now.

She called my tits sexy.

***

In the morning, things did not look quite so rosy. She was tired and sore; her
hunger pangs had not let her sleep too well. She drank some more water,
refilled the canteen from the last of the jerry-can, and relieved herself.

This canteen’s got all the water in it now.

I have to make it last.

The day wore on. She sat in the chair, held the umbrella. If it wasn’t for
these, I would be dead by now. If it wasn’t for Imp, I would be dead by now.

I love Imp so much.

I miss her.

I wish she’d come back and yell at me again. It means she cares.

She dozed in the chair. At about midday, she fell asleep. She jerked awake to a
crackling sound, a burning smell. The umbrella had fallen from her hand, and
was leaning up against the cage wall. It was steadily charring from the impact
of the energy barrier.

Quickly, she snatched it away; part of the cover was burned away, and one of
the ribs was distorted. It would cover her mostly, but not as much as it had
before.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, she raged at herself. Imp gave that to me. Now she’ll
be angry.

The very thought of making Imp angry caused her to shrivel up inside.

“I’m sorry!” she cried out aloud. “I’m sorry!”

Curling up on the chair, holding the damaged umbrella over herself to ward off
the worst of the sun, she cried softly to herself for the rest of the
afternoon.

By evening, her head was swimming with the force of her hunger. She recalled
that there was half a nutrient bar in her belt. She found it, gobbled it. Ten
minutes later, she was just as hungry again.

She drank sparingly from the canteen.

Looked out at the encroaching night.

“Imp!” she called out despairingly. “Whatever I did, I’m sorry! Please come
back!”

But Imp did not return that evening.

***

In the morning, she was light-headed from hunger. She drank from the canteen,
but fumbled when she went to put the cap back on, and dropped it. It fell to
the ground, its precious contents gurgling out, spreading, darkening the
asphalt.

She fell out of the chair in her haste to grab it, snatched it up, water
spraying. Held it the right way up. Shook it. Less than a quarter full. She had
lost more than half of what had been left.

She put the cap back on, set the canteen down.

I’m a fucking, fucking idiot. Imp trusted me with that water. She looked at the
spreading stain on the ground. Tears rose to her eyes.

Her knife was in her hand. She opened the blade. I should punish myself so that
I don’t do something like that ever again. She touched the blade to the back of
her hand. A little cut. Just a little one. To remind myself.

The steel was sharp, but all she felt was the cold press of the metal.

She jerked her hand away. No, she thought. Not a little cut. I need to make it
something big. Something real.

Slowly, she took her top off. Then her bra. She cupped her breast in one hand,
tweaked the nipple. Stretched it out. Laid the blade alongside it. This time
she felt the sting of the edge, and shuddered.

She imagined Imp, tying her down, holding a sharp blade, asking her which
nipple she wanted cut off. Struggling, moaning, protesting. Finally choosing.
The dark agonising pleasure, the forbidden desire, as the blade cut through her
flesh, separated it from her body. She felt a rush of arousal.

She opened her eyes. Her nipple was still there, the flesh intact, the blade
barely touching.

One quick slash, she thought.

But she didn’t.

She sent the message, don’t cut anything off, the thought came to her. If I do
this … she might be angry. She likes my tits. If I do this, she won’t like them
anymore. She won’t like me anymore. She’ll go away and find someone with two
nipples. I’ll die in here.

Slowly, she took the blade away. Folded it. Put it away. Put on her bra, and
pulled her top back on.

She wasn’t quite sure if the emotion she felt right then was relief or regret.

As the day wore on, she stripped off, held the umbrella so that the undamaged
bit shielded her from the sun, mostly. But she sweated, and her mouth grew dry.

By the evening, she had drained the last of the water from the canteen.

Imp, she thought despairingly. Where are you?

***

She awoke to a burning hunger, a parching thirst. She had to relieve herself.
The yellow liquid was dark in colour, and acrid in smell. She eyed it, then
shuddered, and tossed it away.

By late morning, she was regretting having done that. It was liquid, after all.

She tried to shield her body from the sun, but her hands were twitching and
shaking, and she wasn’t quite sure what she saw and heard was real. The cage
walls were expanding and contracting. Heat rose around her like a physical
thing. Grue stood outside the cage and asked her why she shot him. She fell to
her knees, ignoring the pain as she lost skin to the asphalt, and begged his
forgiveness. Offered her body to him, in any way he wanted, if he would just
forgive her.

He stood, staring, then turned and walked away.

“Come back!” she screamed. “Come back!”

If he let her suck his penis, if he came in her mouth … that was liquid.

But he didn’t come back.

By the evening, she was babbling to herself, going over a list in her head of
every single person she had ever wronged. One by one, she visualised them, and
mentally got down in front of them, degraded herself, and apologised.

That night, she dreamed. She dreamed that the cage wall was no longer there.
She got up with a gasp of relief, but then Imp was standing there, hand
outstretched. “Stop!”

She stopped.

Grue was beside Imp. Imp indicated him. “You’d let him fuck you if he forgave
you?”

In her dream, she babbled, “Yes, yes, anything! Anything he wants to do!” She
felt a rush of arousal. Imp wanted her to do this. She began to take her
clothes off.

Again, Imp commanded her; “Stop!”

She stopped, confused.

“Just the pants,” said Imp. “Down on all fours. He’ll fuck you like an animal.”

Sophia nodded, pulled her pants down and off, followed by her panties. She got
down on all fours, spread her legs. She was very wet. She wanted Grue to fuck
her, to make her beg for more. Imp wanted her to do this.

She felt him take hold of her hips, start to push inside her. She arched her
back, crying out, as his thick penis penetrated her deeply. He was so big, so
forceful. The pain was so wonderful. It was what she deserved.

He began to slide in and out of her, driving deep into her slippery wetness.
She cried out again and again as he took her, fucked her. Used her like an
animal. Came inside her. She didn’t come, couldn’t come, until Imp leaned down
and kissed her. The orgasm exploded through her body.

He pulled out, stood up. Sophia collapsed, moaning softly. I wanted it in my
mouth, she recalled. Something to drink.

She felt something wiping between her legs, cold, wet. Cleaning her up.

“Put your pants back on,” Imp ordered. Sophia did so. She climbed back into the
chair. It was all a dream, after all.

Then they were gone, and the cage was back. It had never been gone, of course.

***

In the morning, she recalled the dream. She felt tender between her thighs, and
a little sticky. That was a really vivid dream, she thought. I must have been
juicing hard. I wish Imp would come in my dreams again, fuck me instead of
Grue.

She huddled in the chair all day, thirst burning like fire. There was not even
enough moisture in her body now to need to relieve herself. Good. I don’t think
I could get up.

At midday, she could no longer hold the umbrella up; it slipped from her hand,
fell on the ground. She tried to retrieve it, leaned over too far, fell out of
the chair. She was too weak to get up.

The sun burned down on her.

She suffered.

In the late afternoon, when the sun had dropped below the level of the
building, she tried to get the chair upright, finally succeeded. But then she
didn’t have the strength to climb back into it.

Imp, she thought dully. I’m going to die here. I’m sorry. I’ve let you down.

And then, the everpresent crackling from the cage walls vanished.

She blinked, dully. Am I asleep? Is this another dream? Can I suck Grue’s cock
now? Even in a dream, the idea of getting something to drink appealed to her.

But her head was being supported, and cool liquid was being trickled into her
mouth. She swallowed, painfully, then swallowed again.

“Sophia, I’m sorry,” said Imp, holding her, supporting her as she drank. “I
didn’t mean to stay away this long. I’ll never leave you again.”

Sophia clung to her, and sobbed.

***

It took her a long time to accept that this was not a dream, that Imp had
really come back, that she was out of the cage. Imp carefully fed her water
until she could stand, then assisted her in carefully moving down the alley.
Sophia kissed Imp over and over, holding her close.

As they left, Imp activated the cage once more. Sophia’s crossbows and her comm
were locked inside.

Grue and Regent assisted Imp in getting Sophia back to the base. When she was
tucked up in bed asleep, with a bowl of nutritious soup inside her, Imp let
herself out of the room.

“Guys,” she said, “thanks. I really appreciate it.”

“Hey,” said Alec. “It was fun, fucking with her head, making her drop shit.”

Brian just grinned. Last night had been good.

Lisa was lounging on the sofa. “So, did it turn out the way I said, or what?”
she asked smugly.

Imp grinned at her. “You’re a mean, mean bitch. But yeah, it did. She’ll do
anything we want.” She giggled. “And last night, the way she let Brian fuck her
… that was awesome.”

Alec raised an eyebrow. “Can I have her next?”

Imp put her arms around him. “Only if it’s a threesome, stud.”

He kissed her. “Deal.”
***** Submission *****
Chapter Summary
     Sophia, fed and given water, accepts her role as a sex slave to Imp
     and her friends.
Sophia slept, woke, drank soup, was helped up to relieve herself, slept again.
She had no idea how long it had been since she left the cage. She wasn’t even
sure how long she’d been in the cage. Somewhere between one and two weeks, was
her guess, when she thought about it. When she thought at all.

Sometimes she came awake, gasping, to feel sheets against her naked body. Some
of those times, she would feel another body against hers, also female, also
naked. A soft voice whispering endearments. She clung to that other body, wept.
Kissed her.

“Imp?” she murmured, once her mind was working a little better. It was dark,
and she clung to the shapely young body in bed with her.

“Yes,” whispered the voice, and then lips met hers, and she thrilled to the
kiss. “But my name is Aisha.”

“Aisha,” she murmured, holding the lithe body next to hers, comfortable in the
warmth, the security. “I love you, Aisha.”

Aisha caressed her body gently, lovingly. “I love you too, Sophia.”

“You won’t put me back in the cage?”

“I won’t put you back in the cage.”

Sophia cried a little, and slept again.

She awoke to find a breast in her mouth; she was suckling on it like a baby.
The warm body was next to her, and she looked up to see a girl with skin as
dark as hers regarding her with affection and amusement.

Eventually, she let Aisha’s nipple fall from her mouth, and looked up at her.
“I don’t know why I did that,” she said softly. “Please don’t be angry.”

Aisha giggled. “I enjoyed it,” she said. “It felt nice. And you looked so
cute.”

She leaned down and kissed Sophia. Sophia kissed her back avidly; she felt heat
rising all the way through her body as Aisha’s hands caressed her and brought
her nerve endings to a fever pitch.

"Do you want to have sex?" breathed Aisha, even as her hand caressed Sophia's
slick-wet labia.

"Yes, please," Sophia pleaded. Inspiration came to her. "I can pretend to be
your maid, scrubbing the floor, while you fuck me from behind, if you want,"
she offered.

"Nah," grinned Aisha. "I'll just get you to pretend that you're the meat in the
sandwich, instead."

Sophia blinked. "I don't get it," she admitted.

And then arms slid around her body from behind, as another body slid into bed
behind her. A very masculine body, if she was to judge from the prodding of the
penis at her buttocks. As the hands cupped her breasts, she looked at Aisha and
gave a startled squeak.

Aisha kissed her again. "This is my boyfriend," she said softly. "He's going to
fuck you from the back, while I fuck you from the front.". She grinned. "Meat
in the sandwich, geddit?"

Sophia got it, all right. "Oh, yes please," she said, her eyes glowing. Aisha
loves me so much, she wants to have sex with me with her boyfriend in the same
bed.

She lifted her leg, reached down to run her fingers between her labia. Then she
ran them up between her ass cheeks, rubbing her slippery secretions over and
into her tight anal pucker. Aisha got up and she felt more juices bring rubbed
over her asshole, then her buttocks being pulled apart.

When he entered her, she felt as though an enormous log had been jammed up
between her ass cheeks. She gasped with pain as his invading erection forcibly
spread her virgin asshole wide enough to enter.

Aisha came back and lay down in front of her, watching her grimace as her ass
cheeks were spread wider and wider. She now had a dildo strapped to her hips,
giving her a substantial erection of her own; to Sophia's eye right then, it
looked like a massive weapon jutting from her groin.

Aisha's boyfriend started fucking his cock in between her quivering buttocks,
shoving hard to gain a few inches, then pulling out slightly and shoving again.
With each shove, she gave a little cry of pain, as it felt like he was tearing
her ass open.

Aisha leaned in to kiss her and said softly, "Do you want him to take it out?"

Sophia shook her head, even as she let out another pained cry. "If - if you
want me to let him fuck me, then I want him to fuck me," she moaned. "Whatever
he does to me, I deserve it. I've hurt so many people ..."

Aisha grinned. "In that case, sexy tits, brace yourself, because here I come."

She reached down, placed the head of the dildo between Sophia's distended
labia, probed until she found the entrance to her vaginal canal, and thrust
hard. Sophia screamed as the thick plastic phallus forced its way inside her.

She deserved the pain. She knew that. Aisha wanted her to feel her punishment.
She felt it; with each painfully hard thrust of the plastic cock into her
throbbing vagina, with each painful insertion of her boyfriend's penis between
her buttocks, she felt the pain that Aisha wanted her to feel. She was doing
what Aisha wanted.

She felt so aroused.

Her ass began to loosen up, become more slippery; soon, the man behind her was
plunging his erection full-length into her ass, over and over, causing her to
cry out from the sensation. And Aisha was fucking her steadily from the front,
the dildo moving at a different rate from the man's penis, so that sometimes
she had one inside her, sometimes one was just entering while the other was
leaving, and sometimes both slammed up to the hilt inside her quivering body at
the same time, making her feel more full than ever before.

It was an amazing sensation.

She reached down to feel her pussy and ass; her questing fingers found the meat
cock sliding in and out of her from the rear, and the plastic one from the
front.

As if her touch were a signal - or a catalyst - he suddenly started pumping his
cock deep into her ass, harder and harder. She cried out inarticulately and
clutched at Aisha as the first rumblings of her own orgasm started, just as he
seized her hips, drove his cock painfully deep between her taut buttocks, and
erupted. She felt the hot seed spurt into her, over and over again, filling her
rectum.

She came full force then, crying out Aisha's name, clenching around his
invading erection and her plastic cock, bucking back and forth in her orgasmic
extremity.

An unmeasured time later, she lay in their arms, panting and spent. His penis,
half-hard, lay between her thighs, while Aisha had discarded her dildo. She
secretly hoped that he would make her open her thighs to him, and possess her
pussy as thoroughly as he had her asshole; she was still sore and tingling from
what he had done to her butt.

She kissed Aisha, slowly and tenderly. "Thank you," she murmured.

Aisha grinned and kissed her in return. "You're one hell of a cock-hungry slut,
aren't you?" she asked.

Sophia felt aroused all over again at the friendly insult. "If you want me to
be," she murmured submissively. "I just want you to be happy with me."

Aisha kissed her again and hugged her tightly. "Don't you just love her?" she
giggled.

"I'm liking her," said a masculine voice from behind her. "You were right;
that's an ass to die for."

"You can put it in my ass again, if you want," offered Sophia eagerly. "Or my
pussy. Or I can suck your cock, if you like.". She shot a quick anxious glance
at Aisha. "Is it okay if I suck his cock?"

Aisha giggled. "Well, I'm not gonna stop you, sexy tits. But right now ... I
think I'll get you to eat my pussy, while Alec fucks yours. Sounds like a fair
division of labour?"

Sophia purred deep in her throat. "I'm going to eat your pussy till
you scream."

Aisha licked her lips. "Challenge accepted, sexy tits. If you come before I do,
I'm gonna tie you down and let everyone fuck you until you learn to eat pussy
right."

Sophia felt a wave of arousal at the threat. Some part of her hoped that she
would fail the challenge, so that Aisha could punish her in that way. She could
already feel the men thrusting into her, cumming inside her, using her over and
over again, until her labia were red with friction and her pussy drooled white
with the semen that had been shot inside her. She wanted to feel punished.

But she also wanted to make Aisha cum.

"You can do that anyway, if you want," she suggested.

"Fuck," grinned Alec, already getting up behind her. "She's a keeper, all
right."

She raised her butt up, spreading her thighs for him, then lowered her face to
Aisha’s soft enticing labia.

Aisha either hadn’t grown in pubic hair yet, or shaved, because she was utterly
smooth and hairless. Sophia found it a bit of a turn-on; she had never tried to
go down on a girl before, except Emma that one time, and Emma’s bush had been
bright red and prominent.

She started by lapping at the outside of Aisha’s slit as she felt Alec’s penis
spreading her labia and sliding into her. So turned on was she that he
penetrated her easily; all she felt was the pleasure of being mounted and taken
from behind.

Aisha gasped as she lapped some more, then slowly and teasingly slid her tongue
in between the delicate dark-pink flesh to taste Aisha’s musky, spicy juices.

Alec began stroking in and out of her slippery wet pussy, probing deep within
her, making her moan with pleasure.

She lavished Aisha’s wet vulva with her tongue, using her hands to pull apart
the labia; her tongue slithered a little way into Aisha’s vaginal canal,
causing Aisha to arch her back and groan.

Alec upped the tempo, his strokes coming faster and faster, making her pussy
clench with oncoming pleasure.

She wriggled her tongue upward, under the clitoral hood, and slithered it over
Aisha’s clit; Aisha let out a little scream as her clit came alive under
Sophia’s naughty tongue. “Oh god, oh god, fuck me, fuck yeah!” she gasped.

Alec plunged his penis deep into Sophia’s pussy, reaching under her to rub at
her clitoris. With his other hand, he slid a finger into Sophia’s butt, working
it in and out, sending utterly wild sensations throughout her body.

Sophia felt that she was so near orgasm that she could taste it. She lathered
Aisha’s wet pussy with her lashing tongue, then clamped her face to Aisha’s
vagina and slid her tongue down the tight canal as far as she could, wriggling
it all the way. At the same time, she slid her little finger into Aisha’s ass.

Aisha convulsed and came, grinding her naked pussy into Sophia’s face while she
hit the high peaks of her orgasm over and over again. Her voice rose in a high
wordless scream. Just a few seconds later, Alec’s relentless thrusting drove
Sophia over the edge, and she convulsed in her turn, driving her tongue as far
into Aisha’s pussy as she could manage, barely able to breathe, just intent on
getting it right.

Alec grabbed her hips and rammed his cock hard into her; his hips jerked and he
came, spurting hot white seed deep inside her womb. Her vaginal canal clenched
around him as he came, drawing out the pleasure for both of them

Aisha felt like her brain was about to melt; Sophia’s tongue was exploring her
pussy and then licking at her clitoris, and the pleasure was almost more than
she could bear. The orgasms were intense and nearly seamless, and she could
feel Sophia’s trembling even as she continued to determinedly lick out Aisha as
she had been ordered.

Alec finally finished cumming inside Sophia – it had been so worth it – and she
was still going for it, sending Aisha over the moon with one orgasm after
another.

Finally, Sophia had to stop because she couldn’t breathe any more; when she
lifted her face away from Aisha’s vagina, she had juices smeared over her face
from her eyes on down. Aisha lay almost comatose, twitching slightly.

Sophia sat up and smiled at Alec. “Thank you for fucking me so hard,” she said.
“Do you want me to suck your cock now?”

Alec grinned. “I think I can deal with that,” he said, and lay down on the bed
next to Aisha. Sophia obediently got down and knelt on the floor, and began to
gently suck and caress Alec’s penis back to life.

Alec groaned as he felt his member coming back to life; her lips and tongue
were so naughty, so delicate, that he couldn’t help it. She began sucking on
him in earnest, her breasts bobbing as she did so, his length disappearing into
her mouth over and over again.

He’d been in her ass and her pussy, and now he was in her mouth, and for the
life of him, he could not decide which was better. She swirled her tongue
around his shaft, slid him in and out of her mouth, and in general drove him
almost insane with the exquisite pleasure.

When he finally grunted and came, she sucked his length into her mouth and
swallowed convulsively, drawing his seed from him, letting him flood her mouth
with it. Then she sat back and let some of it dribble down out of her mouth to
splatter on her breasts, raising her eyes to make sure he was still watching.

Alec thought that was about the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.

Sophia indicated the end of the bed. “May I sleep there, please?” she asked.

Alec nodded. “Sure.”

Gratefully, she climbed up and curled up on the very end of the bed. It was a
little cold, but it was still far preferable to being in the cage.

She didn’t want to go back to the cage.

Besides, she loved Aisha, and whatever Aisha wanted her to do was just fine.
***** Skitter *****
Chapter Summary
     Taylor returns. She is not pleased with Shadow Stalker.
Sophia was awakened when a foot shoved her off the end of the bed and on to the
floor. She curled up protectively around herself, crying out, “I didn’t mean
it! I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry!”

Alec and Aisha sat up in bed, leaning over to stare down at her.

“Alec,” said Aisha reprovingly, “did you kick her out of bed?”

“Whoops,” said Alec, with a grin. “Sorry, I stretched in the wrong direction.”

Aisha shook her head and flicked his ear lightly. Then she got out of bed, as
naked as Sophia herself, and coaxed the trembling girl to her feet.

“It’s all right,” she said softly, kissing and caressing her. “Alec didn’t mean
it.”

Sophia clung to her. Aisha was so nice to her. And she was so nice to kiss and
fondle as well. She did a bit of kissing and fondling of her own.

“Mmm,” purred Aisha as Sophia’s hands stroked her breasts and squeezed her firm
buttocks. She kissed Sophia firmly; Sophia reciprocated. Alec looked on with
quite a bit of interest.

They fell on to the bed, and began some serious sex play. Sophia was in heaven;
Aisha’s lips and fingers and tongue were driving her insane, while Alec was
showing definite interest in sliding his penis into her once more – where, she
didn’t care. Just do it to me.

And then Aisha said, “Stop.”

Everyone stopped.

“Sophia, out of the bed.”

Sophia stood up, bewildered. 

“Stand there. Hands behind your back. Don’t move. Watch us. Don’t look away.
Don’t touch us. Don’t touch yourself. Don’t speak unless I tell you to. Do you
understand?”

Sophia nodded, dumbly. What did I do? she wailed internally. What did I do?

Oh, she realised. Aisha is reminding me that I need to be punished.

I must never forget that.

She stood as she was told, hands behind her back, watching them.

Aisha turned to Alec. “Okay,” she said with a grin. “Do me, and do me hard.”

Sophia watched, bound by her orders, as Alec climbed on top of Aisha, and slid
his rampant manhood between her swollen labia, deep inside her. She grunted,
and clawed at his back, as he thrust into her. Sophia could almost feel his
penis sliding inside her slick pussy; she ached to rub herself, to masturbate,
to relieve herself of these feelings building inside her.

But she must not. She had been told to stand and watch, and she was going to
stand and watch.

Alec had Aisha in so many ways, so many positions, that Sophia lost count.
Except that she wanted him to do her in all those ways. He took her in
missionary and doggy-style. He lay on his back and she mounted him in cowgirl
and reverse cowgirl position. He bent her over the bed and took her anally; she
cried out as she came, his penis delving deep between her ass cheeks.

There were more positions, more orgasms, and Sophia ached to touch herself, to
join in, as her arousal mounted.

But she could not, and the sweet torture continued.

Eventually, with Alec flat out on the bed, covered in sweat, and unable to
perform any more, they stopped. Sophia was standing there still, moisture
oozing down her thighs, hands clasping each other so tightly she was sure her
fingers were white with strain.

Aisha sat up and grinned at her. She was also sweating heavily, and had smears
of cum on her face, on her breasts and on her thighs.

“God damn,” she said. “Making you watch is such a fucking turn-on.” She got up
from the bed. “Are you hot?”

Sophia nodded dumbly.

“Are you turned on?”

She nodded dumbly again.

Aisha leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Sophia felt a rush of arousal, on
top of what was already there.

Then Aisha whispered, “You can touch yourself now.”

Sophia sank to her knees, fingers flying to her dripping pussy, spreading her
labia, delving into ther vagina, rubbing her clit. She felt the first orgasm
blast through her; she was on her side, crying out, rubbing, tweaking cumming,
shuddering, feeling the vast, vast relief, as she masturbated through a series
of climaxes.

Eventually, she stopped, sobbing for breath. Her whole body was tingling. The
feeling was incredible. She lay limply on the floor, while Aisha sat on the
side of the bed, looking down at her with fond amusement.

“Wow,” she giggled. “You really needed that.”

Sophia nodded slowly, tiredly.

“Oh,” said Aisha. “You can talk. It’s okay.”

Sophia nodded. “Thank you,” she said weakly. “Thank you.”

Aisha tilted her head to one side. “For what?” she asked.

“For making me watch. For letting me touch myself. For letting me be here with
you.”

Aisha giggled. “It’s okay, sexy tits.” She stood up and offered her hand. “Now
let’s get you cleaned up. You’re going to meet the others today.”

Sophia allowed herself to be helped up, and followed Aisha to a bathroom. They
showered together; it was a slippery, soapy, sexy experience, as they caressed
and kissed one another, but were too worn out to go to more effort.

Sophia found herself clinging to Aisha and crying, her tears mixing with the
water pouring down her face. Aisha held her and comforted her, murmuring
endearments. They ended up on the floor of the shower stall, holding one
another, while Sophia wept out her trauma.

She found herself once more suckling on Aisha’s breast, the nipple large in her
mouth, taking comfort from it, as a baby with her mother. Aisha held her,
crooning softly, stroking her hair.

She felt an intense urge to protect this shattered, broken girl from the
world. I won’t let anyone hurt her.

Except where she deserves it.

Eventually, with Sophia quieted and subdued, Aisha turned the shower off and
then gently dried Sophia down before towelling herself off.

Sophia followed Aisha back to the bedroom and helped Aisha get dressed.

“Do I get clothes?” she asked hopefully.

Aisha grinned and handed her the cloak and the mask. “These will do,” she said.

Sophia gratefully put them on; if she pulled the cloak close around herself,
no-one would notice her nakedness. Aisha rolled her eyes and pulled the cloak
open again. “No, no,” she said. “You want to show what you’ve got.” She peered
critically at Sophia’s groin. “And we’re gonna have to shave you, too.”

Sophia felt a tingle of arousal. “Will you do it yourself?” she asked.

Aisha thought about that. “I might get one of the guys to do it. Once they’ve
done it, they can take turns fucking you, till you can’t move.”

Sophia pressed her thighs together, feeling the tingling sensation increase.
“Whatever you want me to do,” she agreed submissively.

Aisha grinned, taking her hand. “I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”

***

Taylor had had a rough day – a rough couple of days, to tell the truth – and
she was in no mood for jokes. In addition, the guys had been acting a little
mysterious over the last week or so, with unexplained absences, and she’d had
to pick up their slack. So she wasn’t in the best of moods.

Brian met her at the top of the stairs, a broad grin on his face. She eyed him
suspiciously.

“What are you up to?” she asked him bluntly.

“Nothing,” he grinned, in that tone that meant Something. “So, when’s your next
birthday?”

“Not for a while yet,” she said. “Why?”

“Because we got you a present.”

She blinked. “What, seriously?”

He nodded. “Seriously.”

“Is this what all that sneaking around has been all about?”

He did his best to look innocent. “Mayyybe.”

She set her bugs in the base to moving around, finding out what was going on.

There was an extra person there. In the middle of the living room. Kneeling.

“What the hell?” she muttered, pushing past him.

She entered the living room, where Bitch sat grumpily on the sofa, Regent was
clapping, and Imp was standing by the kneeling figure, who was wearing Shadow
Stalker’s cloak and mask. Tattletale sat off to the side, her vixen grin
sharper than ever.

She froze, and then Imp whipped off the cloak and mask, to show Sophia Hess,
naked as the day she was born, kneeling there, head lowered.

“Happy birthday, Taylor,” said Imp happily. “We brung you a present.”

At the name, Sophia raised her head. “Taylor?” she asked. “Are you … with
them?”

Imp giggled. “Didn’t we tell you?” she asked rhetorically. “She’s Skitter.”

“What. The fuck. Is she. Doing here?” snapped Taylor. She watched in some
bemusement as Sophia cowered back, raising her arms to protect herself.

“Don’t hurt me,” whimpered Sophia. “Please don’t hurt me.” She clasped her
hands around her head. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for everything I ever did to
you.”

Taylor stalked closer. Her hands itched for the knife at her belt. She reached
out, touched Sophia under the chin.

Sophia kissed her fingers.

“Christ,” muttered Taylor. “What did you do to her?” She stared at Regent. “Is
this you?”

Regent grinned, shaking his head. “All her.” He indicated Imp. “She pulled it
off. I am quite imprssed.”

Imp was casually caressing Sophia’s cheek; Sophia was leaning into the touch.
“I found her; she’s mine,” she declared. “But if you want to work off any
issues you’ve got, I don’t mind.” She grinned. “Just so long as you don’t do
her any actual injury, of course.”

“If you want to have sex with me, you can,” offered Sophia unexpectedly. “I
know you must hate me.”

Brian nodded. “I’ve already had her once, and Alec and Aisha used her all last
night.”

Tattletale grinned. “I’m thinking of having a shot at her, myself. I’ve never
tried the dom/sub thing; it might be interesting.”

Taylor glared down at Sophia Hess. “You think you can get forgiveness as easily
as that? I stick a strap-on into you, and it’s done and forgotten?”

Sophia whimpered, cowering back away from Taylor’s anger. “I’m sorry … I’m
sorry.”

Taylor shook her head. “If you want me to fuck you and forgive you, you have
to earn it.”

“Anything,” said Sophia eagerly. “Anything.”

Taylor pointed at a clear section of floor. “Lie down there. Legs and arms
spread. And don’t move a fucking muscle.”

Sophia glanced at Imp, who nodded. “Do what she says.”

Submissively, Sophia lay down where she was told, spreading her arms and legs,
as if she were doing a star-jump.

“Right,” said Taylor. “Don’t move, don’t speak. If you do either one, you
fail.”

Imp nodded again. “What she says.”

Sophia nodded. She would follow orders.

Everyone was staring, silent. Taylor cracked her knuckles. The noise was loud
in the hush.

“I was in that fucking locker for two and a half hours,” she said into the
silence. “Let’s see if you can last two and a half minutes.”

And then the bugs came.

They swarmed over Sophia, running over every inch of her body, burrowing into
her nostrils, scratching her scalp and the sensitive areas of her skin with
their keratin claws. Skittering all over her body. Nipping at her. Wriggling
into her ears. Crawling between her buttocks.

Sophia stood it, eyes clenched shut, breathing through taut lips over clenched
teeth, for almost a minute.

It was only when several cockroaches started working their way between her
labia that she screamed and began to thrash.

The bugs – scattered. One second they were swarming over her, the next they
were dissipating to all corners of the room, and out of sight. Not a single one
was left on Sophia’s body.

Taylor looked down at her coldly. “You failed,” she said, turned on her heel,
and headed for her room.

Sophia curled up in a ball, sobbing and trembling. Aisha knelt next to her,
covering her with the cloak, whispering comforting words to her.

Brian looked at Alec. “God damn,” he said. “Don’t ever get Taylor fucking mad
at you.”

Alec gave him a well, duh! look. “Yeah,” he said, in amused tones. “Already
figured that one out.”

Bitch sat on the sofa, impassive.

Fucking deserves everything she gets, she thought. 
***** Skitter Again *****
Chapter Summary
     Sophia tries again to get Taylor to accept her. Bugs are creepy.
     Aisha considers incest with Brian. Aisha and Regent double-team
     Sophia ... again.
Sophia saw Taylor coming back through the living room, and immediately knelt,
bowing her head submissively.

Taylor walked past without even taking notice of her.

“Taylor …?” ventured Sophia hesitantly.

Taylor stopped and turned. “What the fuck do you want?”

Sophia moved toward her on all fours, clasped Taylor’s leg in her arms.
“Taylor, please, let me prove how sorry I am. Give me one more chance.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” muttered Taylor, then raised her voice. “Imp! Your pet
is humping my leg again! Get her away from me before I have her neutered or put
down, or both!”

Sophia whimpered and cringed away from the raw anger in Taylor’s voice; she
didn’t know if Taylor would carry out those exact threats, but she knew it
would be bad. 

“Please …?” she pleaded. “I’ll do anything.”

Aisha strolled in, pulling her top down over her breasts. Alec followed on,
doing his pants up.

“Sophia, are you bothering Taylor again?” asked Aisha; Sophia cowered again.

“I didn’t mean to,” she whispered. “I just want her to like me.” She began to
cry softly.

Aisha rolled her eyes. “Fuck it. Taylor, why don’t you just give her a good
screwing. It will shut her up at least. And you don’t even need to forgive
her.”

Taylor raised her eyes to heaven. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Get me the fucking
dildo. Don’t worry about any lube. We won’t be needing any.”

Sophia scrambled to her feet and ran to get the dildo. She returned with it,
knelt, and presented it to Taylor with her head bowed. Taylor grumbled and
strapped it on.

“Uh .. Taylor,” ventured Imp. “Shouldn’t you take your clothes off?”

“Why?” asked Taylor bluntly. “It’s not like I want her to touch me.” She nudged
Sophia with the toe of her shoe. “All fours. Hands and knees. Down and spread
‘em.”

Obediently, Sophia adopted the position and spread her smooth brown thighs,
exposing the reddish-pink softness of her tight young vagina. She wants to fuck
me like an animal. I am an animal, to her.She felt a wave of arousal. I hope
she fucks me hard.

Taylor got down behind her, fumbling to get the head of the dildo into place.
Sophia gasped as it started to slide into her, then cried out as Taylor forced
the entire length between her labia in one cruel thrust.

Despite her arousal at being used so harshly by the girl who hated her so much,
despite her desire to be a good fuck for her, Sophia wept and sobbed as Taylor
mounted her roughly, fucked her savagely. The plastic cock rammed at her,
punished her sensitive tissues.

And just as Sophia was beginning to relax and feel the pleasure of even that
brutal reaming ... the bugs came again. Swarming out of the very walls, so it
seemed, they scuttled up her quivering limbs, even as Taylor kept forcing the
dildo hard into Sophia's thoroughly punished pussy, holding her hips so that
she could not get away.

Even as the vengeful teen behind her sent spasms of pain through her with every
brutal thrust, Sophia felt the bugs crawling all over her, running over her
tight-shut eyelids, nipping painfully at her nipples, making her very skin
crawl. She cried out as something crawled between her labia and bit her
clitoris, hard. But she steeled herself. If I can endure this, then maybe she
will forgive me. Maybe she will like me.

And then she felt Taylor shift her grip and prise her ass cheeks apart, opening
her anus. And something large, with many legs, began wriggling into her
asshole.

Again, her nerve broke. She screamed, flailed, tried to reach back and pull
whatever it was from her most intimate opening.

Immediately, Taylor stopped, pulled out of her. The bug slid out of Sophia's
ass, scuttled away. The rest of the bugs swarmed off of her, vanished. Taylor
stood up, looked down at her with disgust. "You failed," she said, and spat,
the gobbet landing on Sophia's right buttock. "I thought you said
you're strong. You're not. You're not even weak. You're nothing.". 

She unstrapped the dildo, dropped it on Sophia's cringing, shivering form.
"Don't fucking bother me again, or the next time ... the bugs won't stop.".
Turning on her heel, she headed for the door. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've
got something important to do."

The door slammed behind her, and Aisha got up from the sofa. Sophia was
huddled, trembling and crying softly, traumatised by Taylor's actions and
words. Aisha went to her knees beside her, soothing Sophia down with gentle
caresses and kisses. Sophia clung to her, sobbing.

"Alec," said Aisha. "Get over here. Sophia needs to suck your cock."

Alec stood, undoing his pants. He was already half-erect, and Sophia eagerly
took him into her mouth, licking and sucking on him, rapidly bringing him to
full hardness. She gazed adoringly up at him as she did so, pathetically
grateful for the chance to pleasure him.

"Okay," said Aisha when she judged him hard enough. "Into the bedroom. Sophia,
you and me are gonna sixty-nine, and Alec is gonna choose whose ass he's gonna
stick it in."

"I like that," Sophia giggled, standing up and kissing Aisha. "But it would be
cooler if we could both get butt-fucked at the same time." 

Aisha kissed her back, then started taking off her top, exposing her lovely
young breasts. "Yeah, but the only other guy is Brian, and he's my brother. And
what if Alec decides he wants your ass?"

Sophia shrugged, helping her out of her pants. "So he fucks your ass. Wouldn't
you love to feel his cock in your tight ass?". She grinned and kissed Aisha
again. "I know I do."

"Huh,". Aisha turned to Alec. "Would you mind if I talked Brian into fucking my
ass?"

"To be honest," said Alec, climbing on to the bed, "I kinda figured he already
was. I mean, by the time I left home, I was screwing most of my sisters and a
few of my brothers."

"Huh," said Aisha again. She turned to Sophia. "Top or bottom?"

"I'll be on the bottom," murmured Sophia submissively, lying back with her
thighs open.

"You realise," Aisha noted as she climbed on top, "this means that Alec will
probably pick my ass to fuck?"

"Oh, that's okay," giggled Sophia, "I love watching his cock going in and out
of you. It turns me on so hard."

“Everything turns you on so hard,” Aisha pointed out, lowering her mouth to
Sophia’s exposed – and freshly shaved – pussy.

Sophia giggled in agreement, then gasped as Aisha’s tongue found her most
sensitive spots. And then there was just the fucking.

**

An hour or so later, they lay on the bed, sweaty and exhausted. Sophia had been
screwed raw in every orifice, by Alec and Aisha taking turns; Aisha was still
wearing the dildo. Sophia just lay there, only semi-conscious, making tiny
whimpering sounds of pleasure. Alec was still mostly hard, and his penis was
partly inside Aisha's ass, but they were only having sex by the strictest
definition of the word; both were almost asleep, and his hips were only making
the most cursory of thrusting motions. 

And then Aisha had her Idea. Like all bad ideas, she loved it immediately.

"Hey!" she said, sitting up in bed and causing Alec's penis to slide out of
her. "I know how Sophia can get Taylor to like her!"

"Oh?" asked Alec, moving closer and trying to re-insert his penis. She reached
back and guided him into place, then slid on to him until he was fully embedded
in her, fully erect.

"Yeah!" she said enthusiastically, and kissed Sophia, who had sat up, looking
adorably dishevelled, to stare at her. In a few quick sentences, she outlined
her plan. 

Sophia smiled. "I can do that," she agreed and kissed Aisha lovingly.

Aisha kissed her back, then pushed her down, spread her legs, and slid the
dildo into her wet and willing vagina. As she did so, Alec took Aisha in the
ass. 

The Plan was good, but a good hard fuck took precedence.
***** Over and Above *****
Chapter Summary
     Taylor has bug sex. Aisha and Sophia kidnap Emma and Madison, and put
     them in the Cage.
Taylor lay on her bed, stark naked, back arched, breath hissing between her
teeth. She rubbed her fingers between her labia, pinching her clitoris and
delving fingers into her slippery hot vaginal canal. Her other hand rubbed and
squeezed and pinched at her breasts and her nipples.

In her mind, she visualised having Sophia Hess tied down to a bed, so that she
could not get free. And covering her body with bugs, so that Taylor could feel
once more in her mind the exquisite perfectly-formed shape of that luscious
body. And then, to begin invading her intimate spaces with bugs; slowly,
slowly, so that she had time to appreciate the full horror of what Taylor was
doing to her.

Leaning over her, whispering that these were flesh-eating bugs, preparing to
eat her from the inside out - this would be a lie, of course, but Sophia would
not know the difference - and watch her eyes open wide with the terror and
panic of it. And then she would start bugs moving in and out of her ass and
pussy, and Taylor would feel every second of it. Fucking her with bugs.

She came then, eyes clenched shut, the concept lifting her on to a rolling wave
of orgasmic delight that left her panting, tingling, wanting more. As her
senses returned to her, she got an impression of a naked female body, running
with sweat, covered with bugs to the extent that she could even tell how erect
the nipples were. And then she clicked into focus and she realised that the
body was hers, that she was covered in bugs. It was only now that she felt the
thousands of tiny pinches and scratches that were the bugs, clinging to her
slickly sweaty body.

She opened her eyes, and she was indeed covered in bugs. They swarmed on her,
moving back and forth, bringing forth pleasurable sensations from her breasts
and labia. 

Oh god, she thought. Oh god. Fuck Sophia. I can do this to me.

Slowly, carefully, she rolled on to her side and edged to the side of the bed;
the bugs got out of the way. She dropped one leg so that the knee rested on the
floor Her other leg she lifted, so that her thighs were very widely spread. The
bugs swarmed to her crotch, crawling over her pussy and ass.

She reached down; with one hand, she spread her labia as wide as they would go.
With her other, she spread her buttocks, pulling her anus open.

The bugs swarmed into her crotch. They ran over her open labia, and her
inviting anal opening. And they began to slither into her, crawling into her
ass and vagina. They crawled into her, and out of her. She arched her back,
waves of pleasure hitting her from deep within. Deeper and deeper into her they
went, and she came again and again, until the bugs were forced from her body by
clenching rectal muscles and flooding vaginal secretions.

She crawled back on the bed, panting, spent, shattered. Her entire body tingled
with the sensation of having a thousand bugs pleasure her to orgasm.

Well, fuck, she thought. That was different.

I'm definitely doing that again.

Sophia doesn't know what she's missing.

***

Sophia had insisted on wearing just her cloak on the mission. Imp found it
highly disrracting, especially when the cloak swirled open and she got an
eyeful of Sophia’s sexy, sexy body. She wanted to drag Sophia into the nearest
dark corner and work her over till she came, but they didn’t have the time. So
she endured, and she felt very noble for doing so.

Also, very frustrated and horny. But mainly very noble.

Their first stop had been the alley with the cage in it. Sophia had refused to
go into the alley, and Imp had let her stay outside ‘on guard’. She ventured
in, found the sphere where she had stashed it, and turned the cage off again.

She wasn’t sure why she could see the cage and the people in it when other
people couldn’t. Maybe it had a field that her powers ignored, rather than
simple invisibility.

Anyway.

She rummaged through what was there, coming away with the arrow case for
Sophia’s crossbows. Turning the cage on again, she headed back out to pick up
her naked sexy pet, and they headed on.

The first stop was Emma’s house. Sophia ghosted in through the front door, and
opened it for Aisha. Giving Sophia a kiss and telling her to wait outside,
Aisha took one of the two pieces of notepaper that Sophia had been carrying,
shining a flashlight briefly to ensure that it was the right one.

Imp wandered through the house, checking in rooms, until she found Emma’s. The
first thing she did was pull Emma’s top off, then cuff her hands behind her
back. Using some duct tape, she gagged Emma thoroughly with her own top.

Then she found an empty patch of wall and used one of the razor-tipped lethal
bolts to nail the note to the wall.

Emma was starting to come awake now, so Imp leaned over her. She showed her
another lethal bolt, and used it to prick the underside of one of Emma’s ample
breasts. Emma stoped struggling, and stared at her, wide-eyed.

“You’re gonna come with me, and do it quietly, or I’ll kill everyone here
and then you’ll come with me,” Imp told her in a very matter-of-fact tone.

Emma seemed to be petrified with fear; Imp sighed and got up. “Okay; them it
is,” she said.

Emma shook her head violently, and made mewing noises through the gag.

“Ah, okay, you want to come? Good,” said Imp. “I hate getting blood on my
clothes.”

Emma appeared to be crying behind the gag as Imp pulled her to her feet and
forced her to walk toward the door. On the way, she noticed the arrow holding
the bolt to the wall. Imp grinned, shone her flashlight, and let her read it.

***

Dear Mrs Barnes (it read),
Emma has been complaining how her father doesn’t fuck her as much as he used
to, so I have decided to take her away to use as my lesbian love slut instead.
I’m sure it will take me very little time to break her in and get her used to
lesbian pussy instead of daddy cock.

Have a nice day,

Sophia Hess, aka Shadow Stalker

PS: this note is scratch-and-sniff

***

After writing it, with much giggling, to Aisha’s direction, Sophia had wiped it
up between her labia, putting a liberal smear of her vaginal secretions on it.

That should confuse the fuck out of them, grinned Imp to herself.

***

Using the threat of the razor-tipped arrow, she forced Emma to walk out of the
house, carefully closing the door behind them, and off out of the yard and down
the road. Emma’s feet were bare and soft, and she was limping after just a
short while. Imp had to use the arrow to jab her firm buttocks, not protected
at all by her frilly panties, to make her keep going.

Eventually, Emma just sat down and refused to move any farther. With a sigh,
Imp reached into her bag and pulled out the strap-on dildo. She handed it to
Sophia, who eagerly strapped it on. Emma struggled, but her panties were
quickly removed, and she was forced on to her back, and Imp held her smooth
white thighs open. Shadow Stalker got between them, the dildo poised at Emma’s
soft, tender labia.

“I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long,” purred Shadow Stalker. She began
to press inward; the rounded head of the dildo parted the tender labia, and
Emma began to writhe and buck wildly.

Imp gave Sophia a signal to stop. “Gonna walk?” she asked Emma. Emma nodded
frantically, her eyes wide.

“Okay,” said Imp to Sophia. “Let her up.”

“Aww …” complained Sophia. “I never get to fuck anyone.”

“When we finish tonight,” promised Imp, “you can fuck me.”

Sophia looked at Imp. “Oooooh,” she said softly. “Promise?”

Imp grinned. “Promise.” She leaned in and kissed Sophia. “Ass and pussy. As
hard as you want. As long as you want.”

Sophia looked like she wanted to start right away; Imp had to be quite severe
with her to make her get Emma on to her feet again.

They made it to Madison’s house, and once more, Shadow Stalker let Imp into the
house. Imp had to make her promise not to rape Emma while she was in the house,
and even so, she came out with Madison to find Sophia forcing Emma to suck on
the dildo.

“Sophia!” she scolded the naked girl, giving her a slap on the ass and pulling
the gag back into place. “I said watch her, not molest her!”

Sophia was immediately contrite, and unstrapped the dildo, handing it to Aisha.
“You can fuck me now if you want,” she said eagerly, then she looked at
Madison. Emma’s cute friend apparently slept in a teddy and nothing else,
because she was currently naked. “Ooh, can I fuck her?” she asked.

Imp shook her head resignedly. When she had tripped the ‘sex’ switch in
Sophia’s brain, she had apparently short-circuited it wide open. “If you’re
good for the rest of the night, when we get home, you can be very bad indeed,”
she promised the cloaked girl.

“Ooh, I can’t wait,” giggled Sophia.

***

It took them a couple of hours to walk back to the alleyway. Sophia had to
threaten to rape Emma once more, and Madison three times; on the third time,
Imp thought at first that Madison was just going to let her do it. But she
rallied, and got up again, and staggered on.

Sophia stayed outside the alleyway, so Imp had to walk both girls into the
alley until they had almost reached the cage. Then she jabbed them both with a
tranquilliser arrow, dropping them to the ground. Locating the sphere again,
she turned the cage off, took everything out of it, and dragged the girls, one
at a time, into it. Then she stripped everything off the girls and left a
strap-on dildo beside them. 

Finally, she took a folded piece of paper and shoved it up between Emma’s
thighs, so that the corner protruded in between her labia. 

That should get her attention.

The last thing she did was turn on the cage again.

***

Finally, they arrived back at base; it was well after midnight by now. Imp sat
down on her bed and removed her shoes, then stood up and pulled off her top.
Sophia immediately started suckling on her breast. Aisha giggled and caressed
her. “That’s really nice, but why are you doing it now?”

“Because you’re going to let me fuck you, and I’ve wanted to do it for so
long,” murmured Sophia, helping Aisha take her pants off. “I just wanted to say
thank you before I began.”

Aisha grinned. “Okay, you’ve said thank you.” She lay back naked on the bed.
“You can give me orders while you're fucking me, if you want.”

Sophia smiled predatorially and strapped on the dildo. “Okay, bitch,” she said.
“Show me that hot little cunt of yours. It’s gonna get a fucking.”

Aisha giggled and opened her thighs. “Fuck me hard, Sophia,” she murmured.
“Give me all you’ve got.”

Shadow Stalker grabbed her ankles and shoved them up around her ears; as Aisha
gasped with surprise, the dildo plunged into her soaking wet vagina, and Sophia
began to fuck her.

***

Four hours later, Aisha was beginning to regret her words. Face-down on the
bed, clinging to the bedframe, she was cumming and cumming from the dildo
ramming into her asshole, and Sophia didn’t seem to feel tiredness, or any
inclination for stopping.

Regent had awoken beside them, watched for a while, taken Shadow Stalker in the
ass for a while, then cum inside her, rolled off, and gone back to sleep. It
had not caused Sophia to miss a beat.

Three hours later, the sun was well up. Sophia finally pulled the dildo out of
Aisha’s thoroughly fucked pussy, and rolled to one side. She yawned. “I think
I’m about done,” she said, and kissed Aisha tenderly. “Did I do all right?” she
asked, all the way back to submissive as she unbuckled the dildo.

Aisha kissed her in return. She couldn’t recall when she’d had that many
orgasms in a row, but it would have to have been some time ago. Her ass and
pussy were one giant throb, but fuck, she’d enjoyed every last second of it.

“Oh yeah, Sophia,” she murmured, already drifting off to sleep. “You fucked me
real good.”

Now, was her last thought. How exactly do I walk, again?

***

Emma woke to sunlight streaming into her eyes.

Forgot to pull the curtains again, was her initial thought, before she realised
that it was not her mattress she was lying on, but rough, gritty asphalt. Also,
she was naked, and there was another naked body lying across hers.

Did I meet someone at a party and have wild drunken public sex with them? was
her next horrified thought.

She forced her eyes open, and saw that the naked body belonged to Madison, who
was also beginning to stir.

“What the fuck?” she slurred. 

Madison stared at her. “Emma,” she croaked. “You’re naked.”

Emma nodded. “So are you. What the fuck is going on here?”

Madison shook her head. “I had a really fucking horrible nightmare last night.”

Emma looked around. “So did I. I don’t think it was a nightmare.”

“We were kidnapped by Sophia and some other bitch who kept threatening to rape
us?”

Emma nodded, shielding her eyes from the sun. “Where the fuck are we? I need to
get my Dad.”

Madison was looking at the walls of energy surrounding them. “Emma, I don’t
think we’re getting out of here in a hurry.”

Emma went to get up, trying to cover herself at the same time, and felt
something sharp against a very sensitive part of her anatomy. Reaching between
her legs, she pulled out a folded square of paper, which had been shoved right
up inside her pussy, or so it felt, and unfolded it.

At the same time, Madison said, “What the fuck?” and held up a strap-on dildo.
“What the fuck is this in aid of?”

Emma started reading the paper.

***

To Emma Barnes and Madison Clements:

Welcome to the rest of your lives.

There is one set of rules for survival in the Cage. You are holding them.

You will notice that you are naked, and that there is a strap-on dildo in there
with you. This is your currency.

You see, we will be turning up from time to time and selling you things. Things
like water, food, clothing, a mattress to sleep on, an umbrella against the sun
– hot, isn’t it? – and shit like that. Oh, and a bucket to shit in.

Basically, anything you ask for, within reason, can be paid for. How do you pay
for it? It’s simple. If you want something for yourself, you have to let the
other girl fuck you with the dildo. If it’s a shared thing, you have to take
turns. Some things will require an ass-fuck instead of just plain old pussy
fucking.

Now, this fuck has to be witnessed by us, must go for at least five minutes,
and must involve one of the following:
1)blood
2)an orgasm
3)screaming or crying
4)a duration of at least fifteen minutes

Any fuck that does not meet our standards, or seems fake, has to be done again.

At least one fuck in four has to be in the ass. We will be keeping count. A
fuck that has to be redone does count.

If the fucker gets two or more of the above list when she fucks the fuck-ee,
she gets a prize as well.

Some things will cost more than one fuck per person.

Some things will require you to pay rent; for instance, one fuck each to get
the latrine bucket, and one fuck each for us to empty it. If you get a mattress
(and why would you, the ground is so nice and soft) then you will have to get
fucked up the ass each night to pay for the right to sleep in it.

We have food, and we have hot food. Likewise, we have water, and we have
chilled water. Bland food and warm water will be one fuck apiece. Hot food and
chilled water will be one ass-fuck each.

We will come up with other things when we think of them. In the meantime, get
comfortable and enjoy each others’ company.

Love, kisses, and lots of fucks,

Imp and Shadow Stalker, on behalf of Taylor Hebert

PS: if you decide to beat the shit out of each other, we don’t care. If one of
you kills the other, we walk away and let you starve.

PPS: You get out of the cage in two weeks. We promise.

***

Emma dropped the paper and stared at the dildo in Madison’s hand. Her knees
gave way, and she crumpled to the rough asphalt.

“Oh, fuck,” she said.

It was the only thing she could think of to say.
***** Sex Toys *****
Chapter Summary
     Aisha wakes up after a night of sex. Emma and Madison have to face
     the reality of their situation. Taylor forgives Sophia, sort of.
Aisha slept the sleep of the utterly, totally and thoroughly fucked. Sophia
slept beside her; Alec slept on the other side of Sophia.

Alec woke up, started playing with Sophia's breasts. She woke up, giggled,
sucked him to erection, and climbed on top. He came inside her; she climaxed
loudly and repeatedly. Aisha slept on.

Alec and Sophia got up, wandered out to find some breakfast. Aisha slept on.

Brian and Alec double-teamed Sophia on the sofa, much to the irritation of
Lisa, who was trying to watch TV. Eventually, she turned the TV off, got up,
grabbed Sophia by the ear and hauled her off to her own room. From behind the
closed door could thereafter be heard the repeated crack of discipline being
applied, and Sophia's delighted cries of pain. Aisha slept on.

Alec and Brian played video games for a while, then Brian headed out to buy
some groceries. Alec wandered back into the bedroom and climbed into bed with
Aisha. All unaware, she responded to his kisses and caresses, sucked him for
awhile, then allowed him to climb on top of her. He brought her to three
orgasms before he finally came himself. She never woke up.

Sophia staggered out of Lisa's room, her butt stinging with welts, still dizzy
from the mind-melting orgasms that Lisa had inflicted on her. She climbed in
bed with Alec and Aisha, snuggled up to Aisha, and let Alec screw her to a
couple more orgasms while she suckled lovingly on Aisha's breasts. Aisha slept
on.

Brian came back with the groceries and put them away; he came into the room and
waited till Alec had finished with Sophia's pussy. Then he got her to put her
butt in the air, got up behind her, and proceeded to fuck her ass almost as
thoroughly as she had fucked Aisha’s the previous night.

Aisha was finally woken up by Sophia's moans of pleasure as Brian methodically
sodomised her quivering ass; she lay there for a while, idly caressing Sophia's
breasts and admiring Brian's penis as it slid in and out between Sophia's taut,
flexing buttocks.

Eventually, she had to get up; Brian and Sophia stopped fucking for a while to
help her stumble to the bathroom, until she could get her hips working properly
again. She felt positively bloated; when she sat down on the toilet, air
escaped from both her orifices in quantities that both amazed her and left her
helpless with laughter against the side wall of the small cubicle.

Sophia really fucked me good last night, she observed silently, as a
particularly raucous release of pressure rattled the cubicle door on its
hinges. Her pussy and ass were still really tender. But she deserved it; she
helped me out real good with Emma and Madison.

Ten seconds later, she burst out of the bathroom, naked from the waist down,
pants around one ankle. "Fuck!" she yelled. "I forgot about the bitches!"

Sophia looked up from where Brian was fucking her over the end of the sofa. "I
thought you were gonna let them cook for a bit," she said, rubbing at her
clitoris.

"Huh," said Aisha. "Good idea.". She went and lay on the sofa, peeling off her
top at the same time. Spreading her smooth dark brown thighs, she pulled
Sophia's head down to her still-tender labia. "Go easy," she said. "I'm still
really sore."

Sophia didn't go easy. Aisha stopped caring after the second orgasm.

As Brian steadily slid his thick penis in and out of Sophia's wet and willing
vagina, he watched his sister cumming steadily under the impetus of Sophia's
lips and tongue. Her trim body quivered, the shapely breasts shook, and she
arched her back as she climaxed again and again. He imagined sliding his penis
into that slick wet vagina that Sophia was at that moment violating with het
tongue, and his arousal increased dramatically.

Sophia didn’t know why he suddenly started ramping his penis into her at a
considerably accelerated rate, but nor did she complain. Brian sent her into a
firecracker series of orgasms that left her slumped over Aisha’s prone body –
almost as worn out as she was – before he erupted inside her, filling her womb
with white jets of semen.

After they recovered, they finally got dressed and staggered outside with the
supplies for the trapped girls.

***

“But it’s fucking not true!” stormed Alan Barnes.

His wife, dressed in a robe, gave him an icy glare. “I always had my doubts
about that Sophia Hess girl,” she snapped. “A little too ... close, to Emma, I
always thought.”

“But she’s lying!” shouted Barnes.

“Is she?” retorted his wife. “The times you went off with Emma to see her ... I
wonder.” She carefully slid the note into a plastic bag. “I’ll be giving this
to the police. It’s valuable evidence.”

“Give that to me!” shouted Barnes. He made a grab for it. She danced out of the
way. He grabbed for it again. She had the razor-tipped arrow in her other hand,
and she waved it at him. “Get back,” she warned him. “Get away from me. I’m
calling the police, and I’m giving them all of this stuff.”

He eyed the arrow. He knew exactly how sharp they were.

Defeated, he sat in a chair, watched his wife call the police.

How could this happen to me?

***

The asphalt had begun to heat up, and then reflect heat, as the sun rose higher
and higher in the sky. They tried standing; it hurt their feet to stand up for
too long. They tried sitting; the hot gritty asphalt was painful, and then
agonising, to sit on for too long. Emma tried to push out through the energy
barrier; there was a loud crackle of energy, and she fell to the ground, semi-
conscious, and lay there for several minutes before she recovered. Her hair was
standing out from her head. Madison helped her up.

“What are we going to do?” she whimpered. “What’s going to happen to us, Emma?”

“We stay strong,” Emma said firmly. “We don’t take any shit. And we do what we
have to, to survive.”

Madison glanced at the dildo, lying as far away from them as they could put it.
“Well, I’m not going to be using that.”

Emma nodded. “Me neither. If we refuse to play their sick little game, they’ll
have to let us go.”

Madison swallowed. “But the note mentioned Taylor ...”

Emma had been thinking about that, too. She refused to let Madison see how
scared she was.

“If it’s her, she’s weak. She’ll let us out. All we have to do is stand up to
her, call her bluff.”

What if she’s not bluffing? wondered Madison. But she said nothing.

Their skin was starting to redden, and they were both hungry and thirsty, by
the time the sun was directly overhead. Both girls also desperately needed to
urinate, though neither admitted to the need. Madison sat down, knees up to her
chest, ignoring the pain of the hot asphalt on her bare buttocks, and began to
cry softly.

“Shut the fuck up with that crying!” snapped Emma. “We’re strong! We don’t
fucking cry! Crying’s for wimps like Hebert!”

“I can’t – I can’t help it,” whimpered Madison. To her shame, a dark stain
started spreading across the asphalt under her; her posture and her convulsive
sobs had overcome her sphincter control, and she was now sitting in a puddle of
her own urine. She cried harder.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, stop pissing yourself!” Emma barked at her.

Madison cried. The pool of urine spread wider.

Emma found that she could no longer contain her own aching bladder, and that a
small trickle of piss was making its way down her thigh. She gave in to the
inevitable, squatted, facing away from Madison – not taking into account the
fact that this presented her butt to the other girl – and emptied her bladder.

Madison stopped pissing, and stopped crying, but sat there, miserable and
disconsolate. Emma stood as far away as she could from the two puddles of
urine, and ignored her.

***

“But it’s not true!”

“It’s amazing how may people say that, with evidence to the contrary, sir. Step
this way.”

“Am I under arrest?”

“Not yet, sir. Not yet.”

Alan Barnes hung his head. He knew that even if he avoided conviction, his
career was over.

What the fuck happened?

***

“Hey hey hey!”

The voice was cheerful and totally out of place. A rattling and clanging
heralded the advent of a wheelbarrow loaded with all sorts of equipment.
Wheeling it was ...

“Sophia!” screamed Emma. “Sophia! Oh god, let us out of here!”

Aisha grinned at her. “She can’t hear you, till I do this,” she said, picking
up a sphere from under some trash, and fiddling with it. “Okay, now she can see
and hear you.”

Sophia, wearing a black t-shirt and denim shorts, leaned against the
wheelbarrow. She seemed remarkably unworried to see her two best friends inside
a cage of electricity.

“Sophia!” screamed Emma again. “Help us!”

Sophia grinned. “Why the fuck should I?” she asked. “I helped put you in there.
I’ve learned all about strength and weakness. You’re weak, but you think you’re
strong. That makes you do stupid things. You’re in there to learn how weak you
are.”

Emma stared at her, dumbstruck. “Sophia?” she said weakly.

Aisha grinned and reached into the barrow. “We have water here,” she said.
“Also, a rubber mat, to sit on. An umbrella for that nasty ol’ sun.” She
cracked open a bottle of water, took a long drink, liquid spilling down her
chin, wetting her top. Emma stared at her, throat dry, mouth parched.

Aisha looked at her. “Well?”

Emma cleared her throat. “My dad’s rich. He can pay you. All the money you
need. Just let us out –“

Aisha burst out laughing. “Rich? I’m a fucking Undersider. I could buy and sell
your fucking dad, ten times over.” She tipped some of the water from the bottle
on to the ground, watched Emma’s face.

Emma licked her lips.

“Wow,” said Aisha to Sophia. “Hard sell.”

“Look,” said Emma suddenly, urgently. “What it said on that paper – if you get
the person you’re fucking to scream or bleed or you take their virginity, you
get something too, right?”

Aisha nodded, her eyes bright. “That’s right.” She held up the bottle, poured a
little water over her head. It ran down her face.

Emma snatched up the dildo, buckled it on. “Sorry, Madison,” she said, “but
we’re going to have to survive one way or the other.”

Madison looked up at her dully. “Emma?” she asked. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to have to fuck you, Madison,” said Emma. “I want that water. I need
that water. Don’t struggle, it’ll only hurt worse.” She tried to push Madison
down, to spread her legs.

“No!” shouted Madison. “No! Fuck off! Leave me alone!”

“I need it,” said Emma urgently. “I have to have it. And one of us is going to
have to be fucked to get it. And it’s not going to be me.”

“No way!” screamed Madison. “Fuck off! Don’t touch me!”

She shoved Emma back; Emma stumbled into the wall of the cage. There was a loud
crackle, and she dropped to the ground, twitching. Madison scrambled up,
unbuckled the dildo from her waist.

“Fuck me, will you?” she muttered. “I’ll fuck you.”

She dragged Emma into the middle of the six-by-six area, spread her out, then
looked up. “If I fuck her ass, do we get more?”

Aisha nodded and grinned. “Sure.”

Emma was starting to come around as Madison rolled her over, pulled her up so
her butt was in the air. She prised Emma’s buttocks apart and pushed the dildo
up against the tight brown pucker of her asshole.

“Sorry, Emma,” she said, not sounding sorry at all, “but one of us is going to
have to be fucked to get that water. And it’s not going to be me.”

And she grabbed Emma by the hips, and thrust hard with the dildo.

Emma came to with a tearing, burning sensation in her asshole. She was face
down on the asphalt, and something was ramming its way between her butt cheeks,
causing her agonising pain. She screamed like a banshee, and struggled, but she
was still not strong enough.

Jaw set, Madison shoved the dildo deep into Emma’s ass, over and over again. A
thin trickle of blood made its way down Emma’s pale thigh, and Emma tried to
get away, up on all fours to protect her prominent breasts from the abrasive
asphalt. But it was to no avail.

By the time Madison looked around and called, “Is that enough?” Emma was
sobbing violently, her head hanging down, no longer struggling. Madison pulled
the dildo from her ass; she slumped to the ground, uncaring.

“Fuck yeah,” said Aisha enthusiastically. “That’s a chilled bottle of water
each, or a rubber mat and a warm bottle each, or a mat and a sunshade, or water
and a sunshade ...”

“What if I fucked her again?” asked Madison.

Aisha shrugged. “You’d get more shit.”

“Give us the water and the matting,” said Madison. “We need something to sit
on. Or lie on. This fucking asphalt’s killing my knees.” She examined her
scraped knees, then eyed Emma. “And then she’s gonna pay for some more shit.”

Emma ignored the byplay, curled up around her pain. Madison accepted the
rolled-up matting and the two bottles of water, handed in through a small hole
in the cage wall. She urged one on Emma. “Come on,” she said. “You have to
fucking drink.”

Emma took it dully, then twisted the top off and drank. Madison did the same.

It was heavenly.

Cool water ran down their throats, stifled the fires within. But the bottles
were empty too soon. However, Emma was starting to come back to life.

Madison unrolled the matting and made Emma get on to it. “Okay,” she said,
pushing her former friend on to her back and spreading her legs. “One more
time.”

Emma looked up at her and her eyes focused. “Fuck off!” she yelled. She shoved
Madison, then punched her in the face.

Madison, shocked, fell back, then dived on to Emma again. “We ... need ...
water ... and .... a ... sunshade,” she gritted.

“Then let me fuck you!” yelled Emma.

“Just fucking lie back and let me do it to you already,” Madison grunted.

Emma got her leg under Madison and shoved. Like Emma before her, Madison hit
the cage wall and was stunned.

“Right,” growled Emma. “Fuck my ass, will you? I’ll show you how to fuck
someone’s ass.” She pulled Madison on to the matting, unbuckled the dildo.

***

Aisha turned to Sophia. “You know what we forgot?”

Sophia shrugged. “A dildo of our own?”

Aisha grinned. “That too.” She nodded toward the cage. “Popcorn. And maybe a
camera.”

In the cage, Emma had succeeded in forcing the dildo between Madison’s soft ass
cheeks. Madison screamed and struggled, as Emma had done before her. Aisha
grinned. “And we have another winner!”

Emma punished Madison’s abused asshole for a good ten minutes before Aisha
finally decided to call time.

“Okay, okay,” she said. “Ease up there, Tex. I think she’s pregnant already.”

Sophia burst out laughing as Emma looked around. “We .. we get the sunshade?
And the water?” she asked.

Aisha grinned. “Fuck yeah. You two really know how to put on a show.” She
opened a small hole in the cage, and passed through the folded umbrella with
its stand, and two more chilled bottles of water.

“What’s to stop me from keeping both bottles?” asked Emma as she accepted them.

“Nothing,” grinned Aisha. “But anytime you wanted anything, all Madison has to
do is refuse to fuck you.”

Emma looked thoughtful, and handed one bottle down to Madison, before setting
up the sunshade. It was large, covering most of the matting. Both girls
immediately curled up in the shade. They opened their water, drinking it down
carefully, finishing every drop.

“So ... “ said Aisha, perching on the edge of the wheelbarrow. “We’ve got
plenty of time before dark, lots of stuff you might want next. So, who wants to
buy what?”

Emma and Madison looked at each other, and then at the dildo.

It was, they knew, going to see a lot more use.

***

Taylor clicked through pages, typing in word searches, scribbling notes. Then
she very carefully deleted the cache files before logging out of the computer.

They just wouldn’t understand, she decided.

She took her mobile into her room and made a few phone calls, eventually
getting a number that she wrote down. I’ll ring later, when it’s daylight in
this Gippsland place, she thought. As for now ... I’m going to take a walk. See
what I can find.

On her way out, she saw Brian, lounging on the sofa. On impulse, she leaned
down and gave him a smacking kiss on the cheek.

He stared at her. “Taylor? Are you feeling all right?”

She grinned at him. “Better all the time, Brian. Better all the time.”

Leaving him staring at her back, she walked out the door, whistling.

***

Aisha and Sophia returned to the base more or less at the same time that Taylor
did, just around sunset. Aisha was in high spirits; she and Sophia were
giggling over something. Taylor wasn’t worried about it.

Sophia saw Taylor, and flinched. She cringed back slightly as Taylor approached
her.

And then, to Sophia’s immense surprise, and to Aisha’s jaw-dropping amazement,
Taylor stepped up to Sophia, put her hands on her shoulders, and kissed her
gently on the lips.

Sophia stood there, dumbstruck. Aisha stared at Taylor. Taylor smiled at them
both, and kissed Aisha as well, for good measure.

“What ... the ... fuck?” gargled Aisha, after a few attempts at getting her
voice to work.

Taylor grinned. “It doesn’t matter any more,” she said cheerfully. “I’m good.
And in a roundabout way, I have you to thank for it.” She grinned wickedly at
Sophia. “And one day, I might show you why.”

Turning, she trotted up the steps, whistling.

Sophia met Aisha’s gaze, unbelieving. Aisha shrugged. “My guess? She’s gone
bug-fuck crazy.”

She had no idea how right she was.

***

Emma curled up next to Madison on the thin rubber matting.

“I’m still not forgiving you for putting it in my ass like that,” she said
sulkily.

Madison rolled her eyes. “You wanted to do it to me first.” She patted the
matting. “And we got this out of it.”

“Yeah,” grumbled Emma. “But it fucking hurt.”

“And you think it didn’t hurt when you put it in my ass?” asked Madison. “Or in
my pussy?”

“About that,” Emma retorted. “Did you have to fuck me for so long when you did
my pussy?”

“They said, minimum five minutes. I had to guess at the time.”

“Well, it’s really, really sore.”

“What do you expect me to do?” asked Madison. “Kiss it better?”

Emma considered that. “Actually, yeah,” she said. “You could do that for me.”

“What’s in it for me?” asked Madison.

“I’ll give you half a sandwich.”

Madison laughed harshly. “I wouldn’t lick your nipples for half a sandwich. Two
sandwiches, or no deal.”

“I’m saving those for later!”

“And your pussy will still be sore later.”

Emma sighed. “Okay, fine. Both sandwiches.”

“Pay up first.”

“One now, one later.”

Emma grudgingly handed over a fish paste sandwich. Madison gobbled it down,
then looked down at Emma’s crotch. “Could you, you know, wash it first?”

“With fucking what?” retorted Emma. “The water we drank?”

Madison grimaced. “Right. Fine.” She got down between Emma’s thighs.

“Make sure you do a good job,” said Emma.

“Make sure you don’t eat my fucking sandwich while I’m eating you,” Madison
retorted.

Emma lay back on her elbows. Madison began.

She really was very good at this. Emma idly wondered where she’d learned how.

And then she stopped wondering anything at all.
***** Cruel and Unusual *****
Chapter Summary
     Sophia voluntarily joins the other two in the cage, and tutors them
     in sex. Taylor has slug sex.
Emma woke up to feel a wonderful sensation from her left nipple. Someone's
mouth encircled it, gently suckling, tongue swirling around it as it
hardened. Madison? she thought drowsily. Is she trying to get something more
out of me?

But I have no more food. Maybe she wants me to let her fuck me without
struggling this time.

She opened her eyes. To her side, Madison slept on. But kneeling on her other
side was Sophia, as naked as Emma and Madison, suckling erotically on her
nipple.

"Sophia, what the fuck?" she yelled. Madison came awake with a jolt, and stared
at Sophia, who ignored them to concentrate on Emma's nipple.

"The fuck she doing in here?" asked Madison blearily.

"Fucked if I know," replied Emma. "Grab her!"

Sophia did not resist as they grabbed her and pushed her on to her back on the
rubber matting. She kept suckling Emma's nipple right up to the end, a fact
which Emma found most distracting. Finally forced to relinquish the nipple,
pink and turgid and shiny with her saliva, she lay back, not even attempting to
struggle. 

"What are you doing in here?" demanded Emma, holding her down.

Sophia smiled up at her. "I heard that my two best friends in all the world
were in here, naked, with a dildo, and fucking each other for food," she
giggled. "I just had to get in on that sexy action."

Emma stared. "You helped put us in here!"

Sophia nodded. "Fun, isn't it?"

"Fun?" growled Emma. "I'll show you fucking fun. Madison, hand me the dildo.
I'm gonna show this bitch what sort of 'fun' we've been enjoying."

Madison held Sophia down while Emma strapped the dildo around her hips; the
dark-skinned girl did not struggle, or even look apprehensive. In fact, she
looked positively anticipatory. Even without force or threats, her thighs were
spread wide.

Emma got up on all fours over their captive, and poised the tip of the dildo at
the slick-wet labia nestled enticingly between Sophia's smooth brown thighs.
"You gonna beg? You gonna plead? You gonna do anything to stop me?" she asked
despite herself.

Sophia shook her head and curled her spine slightly, so that the tip of the
dildo slid a little way into her. "Why should I?" she breathed.

"Because I'm going to rape you," explained Emma in frustration, fully aware of
how silly she sounded. She tried to recover the initiative by sounding
threatening. "I'm going to shove this thing in you and fuck you till you
scream."

"Oh, I surely hope you do," purred Sophia. "As for raping me ... did you ever
hear the one about the guy whose girlfriend was teasing him till he couldn't
stand it any more?"

Emma shook her head in confusion. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Sophia giggled. "He said, 'So help me, I'll rape you!' So she said, 'So rape
me, I'll help you.'" She bucked her hips up again, sliding the dildo a little
way into her.

Emma didn't answer. She just gathered herself, and shoved her hips forward,
driving the plastic penis deep into Sophia's soft, slick-wet vaginal canal.
Sophia arched her back and cried out; Emma gathered herself for another thrust.

"You like that, do you?" Emma grinned cruelly.

"Oh, yeah," panted Sophia from under her. "Oh god yeah, just like that."

Irritated, Emma redoubled her tempo. Sophia writhed and moaned, raising her
head to suck and lick at Emma's tantalisingly dangling breasts. She felt that
her pussy was on fire, the rapid stroking of the dildo sliding in and out of
her was driving her inexorably toward orgasm.

Emma felt conflicted; she considered that she was getting a just revenge for
herself and Madison by raping Sophia with the dildo. But Sophia not only seemed
to be enjoying it immensely, she had also latched back on to Emma's nipple with
her mouth, and did not want to let go. Nor, Emma had to admit, did she want
Sophia to let go. Her mouth was affording Emma all sorts of pleasurable
sensations.

Sophia arched her back and came hard; her mouth opened as she screamed her
release, letting Emma's nipple go free. Above her, Emma faltered and stopped,
realising that as a form of revenge, this was failing dismally. 

Sophia wrenched her arms free of Madison's grasp and grabbed Emma's hips.
Rolling the both of them over, the dildo still firmly embedded inside her, she
straddled Emma's hips and began sliding her clinging labia up and down the
plastic shaft. Het taut brown breasts, tipped with erect dark-pink nipples,
bobbed invitingly in front of Emma's face. 

Emma stared up at Sophia as she impaled herself on the plastic phallus over and
over again, with every evidence of both enjoyment and arousal. And then Sophia
leaned down and kissed her, mouth to mouth, lips parting to allow her tongue
through. Emma, in a daze, trued to stop Sophia's tongue with her own, but
Sophia just moaned into her mouth, ground herself down harder on the dildo
embedded within her, and kissed Emma harder.

Confused, excited, aroused despite herself, Emma felt the kiss turning her on
in ways she had never expected. She put her hands on Sophia's slim hips,
lifting her on the upstroke, pulling her down hard on the downstroke. At the
same time, she raised her hips, meeting Sophia's downstrokes with an upthrust
of her own. 

Sophia grasped Emma's breasts, squeezing and caressing them, pinching and
rubbing the nipples, as her arousal mounted for the second time. When her
climax came, she sat bolt upright, her labia grinding hard on the base of the
dildo, her hands gripping Emma's breasts tightly. She cried out as the orgasm
blasted through her, her firm stomach muscles rippling with the intensity of
her pleasure.

Slowly, she raised her hips, letting the dildo slide from within her well-
fucked pussy, and knelt beside Emma, who stared up at her in a kind of daze.
She leaned down and kissed Emma gently on the lips. "That was amazing, Ems,"
she said softly. "Thanks." 

And suddenly, as if she had always been there, but had somehow escaped notice
before now, Imp appeared beside the Cage.

"Nicely done, sexy tits," she said with a grin, lobbing two chilled bottles of
water at the cage wall. A small hole appeared in the barrier; they flew
through, the hole closing half a second later. 

Sophia caught them and handed one to Emma. "For your awesome performance," she
said with a grin, then showed the other bottle to Madison. "Hey, Mads, you
want?"

Madison licked her lips. "What do I have to do?". She looked fully ready to get
down and eat Sophia's pussy, if that was what it took.

Sophia grinned. "All you gotta do is give my ass as good a fuck as Emma gave my
pussy, and it's yours.'

Madison stared. "You want me putting that thing in your ass?" 

For an answer, Sophia got up on all fours. “Emma, you get that sexy pussy of
yours down in front of me,” she ordered. “I want to give you some old-fashioned
tongue-lovin’. Mads, you get that dildo off of Emma, and get up behind me. I’m
sure you can figure out what to do with it.”

As if in a dream, reacting to the commanding tone in Sophia’s voice, the girls
obeyed. Emma sat down, her legs splayed, her weight resting back on her arms.
Sophia got down between her legs, and started licking and lapping delicately at
her soft, reddened labia.

Madison strapped the dildo on and got up behind Sophia on her knees; she guided
the rounded tip to the tight brown pucker between her shapely buttocks, and
pressed hard.

Sophia gasped as her anus yielded, spreading to accept the incursion of the
dildo, pushing her buttocks apart, and filling her with incredible sensations.
She set to work on Emma’s rapidly-moistening labia, lapping up her juices and
sliding her tongue up and down between the fleshy lips. Gently, teasingly, she
slid her tongue over Emma’s tender vulva, making her bite her lip and gasp.

Madison grasped Sophia’s hips and pushed the dildo home, all the way into
Sophia’s ass, causing Sophia to moan and push back at her. Madison couldn’t
believe it; when she’d forced this on Emma, she had gotten screams and cries
and struggles. Sophia appeared to be positively welcoming the dildo inside her
anal passage.

Emma moaned and gasped and panted as Sophia worked at her sensitive pussy; the
dark-skinned girl’s rapidly-flickering tongue found her clitoris and worked it
for a while, leaving her weak with pleasure, before going back to investigate
and delve into the depths of her vagina. She cried out softly as Sophia’s
talented tongue drove her into an orgasm, making her whole body shudder.

Madison’s pretty breasts bobbed as she worked the dildo in and out of Sophia’s
tight ass, reaming her royally, to which Sophia responded by shoving her ass
hard back at Madison’s hips. Sophia felt another orgasm coming, and redoubled
her efforts to bring Emma off again.

As Sophia’s mouth and tongue drove Emma to yet another orgasm, Madison
continued to pump the dildo deep between Sophia’s taut brown buttocks,
sodomising her thoroughly. Sophia climaxed again and again, finally collapsing
with her face between Emma’s thighs, as she couldn’t stay up any more. Emma
wasn’t in much better shape, body twitching as she tried to come to terms with
the multiple orgasms which Sophia had bestowed upon her.

Madison got up from behind Sophia, the dildo jutting from her hips. “Is that
enough?” she asked. “Please may I have the water?”

Sophia groaned and waved in vague assent, then collapsed again. She crawled up
alongside Emma and kissed her. “God damn,” she said. “Madison can certainly
work that fucking dildo.”

It was actually fairly tame, considering what the Undersiders had put her
through, or what she’d done to Aisha, but she decided they needed the
encouragement.

As Emma and Madison greedily drank their water, a small hole appeared in the
field, and Aisha tossed a packet through. She tore it open to reveal a couple
of freshly-heated meat pies. Groaning with delight, she sank her teeth into
one. 

The odour drifted across the cage, getting the full attention of the other two
girls.

“Hey, why does she get that?” Emma demanded.

“She got fucked up the ass,” Aisha pointed out. “In fact, she asked you to. So
she got hot food.”

“And how come she enjoyed being fucked so much?” asked Madison. “It just hurts
me and Emma.”

Sophia grinned. “One, you gotta be in the mood. Trust me, since I met Aisha,
I’ve been in the mood. And two, I cheated.” She grinned as Aisha held up a
tube. “KY jelly. Aisha lubed me up before I even came in here.”

They stared at her. “Can we-“ began Emma.

“ –get some lube, please?” finished Madison.

Sophia took another bite of her pie, as Aisha answered. “Well, you’d have to
get fucked up the ass to get it.”

“That hurts!” protested Madison.

Aisha shrugged. “I don’t feel any pain at all.” 

Sophia snorted. “Tell you what, girls,” she said magnanimously, “if you each
give me one orgasm, then give each other an orgasm, I’ll lend you enough lube
to get through a good solid ass-fucking so you can get the lube.”

Emma considered this. “So … I eat you out, then Madison, then you lube me and
fuck me in the ass with the dildo, and then I get a tube of my own?”

Sophia nodded. “That’s about the size of it.”

“If I make you cum more than once, can I have a bite of your meat pie?” offered
Madison.

Sophia grinned. “One extra orgasm, one bite of my pie.”

“Can I do that too?” asked Emma eagerly.

Sophia shrugged. ‘Sure, why not?”

They both dived for her at the same time, started struggling to see who got to
pleasure her first. Madison still had the dildo on, and it came perilously
close to Emma’s soft vagina several times, and then it slipped inside.

Emma gasped. She opened her eyes wide as the dildo penetrated her deeply; she
fell on to her back, Madison on top of her.

“Oh god,” she said. “Oh god. That feels … good. Oh god.” 

Having climaxed several times already that morning, Emma was of course
extremely lubricated, unlike the previous times that Madison had put the dildo
into her vagina. And the arousal and the lubrication made all the difference.

Instinctively, Madison began to work it in and out of Emma’s willing vagina,
sliding it deeply inside her. Emma gasped and clutched at her, grasping at her
and kissing her. Madison lowered her face to Emma’s breasts and sucked and
licked at them, as she continued to slowly make love to Emma with the plastic
penis.

When Emma came under Madison, she cried out and pulled Madison’s hips hard down
into her, then collapsed, lying limply as the orgasmic pleasure washed through
her body.

Madison kissed her, then climbed off, pulling the dildo out of her. Removing
the dildo, she crawled over to Sophia. “I gave her an orgasm like you said,”
she told Sophia. “Now can I give you some?”

Sophia grinned and lay back, letting her thighs fall open. This was promising
to be a very nice day indeed.

***

Brian tapped on Taylor’s door. “I’ve got lunch ready,” he called. “You eating?”

“I’ll be out later,” he heard her call back.

“Okay,” he replied. As he walked away, he wondered what it was that kept her in
her room at all hours.

***

Taylor lifted the lid off the aquarium of leopard slugs. Several of them
immediately presented themselves to her; she lifted them out and placed two on
her breasts, and one on the inside of each of her thighs. And then she rolled
on her side and lifted one leg as far as it would go.

Slowly, slowly, the slugs slithered over her. They followed her every
direction. The two on her breasts slithered over her nipples again and again,
driving her crazy with the slow, rippling movements.

But the ones on her thighs … one went toward her labia, and one toward her
buttocks.

The one at her labia slithered slowly over them, and then came back. It pushed
in between them, slithering over her vulva, making her gasp at the sensations
this afforded her.

The one between her buttocks slithered up between her taut mounds of flesh, and
then back again. She reached back, pulling her ass-cheek up, opening her anus
slightly. The leopard slug placed its tail into the tiny opening, and slowly
began to work its way backward, sliding into her, half-inch by half-inch.

At the same time, its counterpart at her vagina began to do exactly the same to
her vaginal canal, working its way inside her backwards, slowly, ever so
slowly, sliding inside her hot, tight, slippery vagina.

When each had inserted almost its full length - a good eight inches - into her
body, front and back, it began to wriggle and writhe inside her. And all this
time, the slugs on her breasts continued to stimulate and crawl over her
breasts and nipples.

The orgasm took a long time to build up, and the slugs in her orifices had to
crawl out of her and back in again several times, but she finally came,
massively, convulsing as the waves of pleasure drove all coherent thought from
her mind.

Carefully, she retrieved the slugs, apparently none the worse for their recent
debut as sex toys. As she placed them back in the aquarium, she looked down at
herself. Slug slime covered her breasts, thighs, groin and ass.

She grinned and pulled her clothes on. If they noticed, let ‘em wonder.

But that had been awesome.

Slug sex was definitely a go.
***** Payback *****
Chapter Summary
     Taylor inflicts slug sex on a submissive Emma, and fucks Brian. Brian
     is interested in Aisha. Aisha and Regent double-team Emma.
Sophia Hess lay under Madison Clements in the sixty-nine position, her thighs
spread wide. She was enjoying herself immensely; it appeared that all she had
to do was merely suggest a new sexual twist to what they were doing, and the
two girls in the Cage with her eagerly followed her lead.

This was life stripped back to the raw, to the basics. You used your body to
get what you needed, and if it felt really good to do it, then all the better.
She didn’t even resent Aisha for holding her in the Cage all that time; it had
given her a whole new perspective on life, opened up her eyes. Also, the number
of orgasms she had experienced since falling into Aisha’s hands was nothing
short of phenomenal.

And now she was back in the Cage, but this time, she was in charge. She knew
what she was doing, and she could get out any time she wanted to.

Of course, right now, she didn’t want to.

As Madison worked at licking and nibbling at her arousal-slick labia, Sophia
looked up at where Emma was doing the same for Madison’s soft, wet pussy.
Sophia lifted her face and kissed Emma, who returned it, her lips tangy with
Madison’s arousal, before going back to licking and lapping at Madison’s hot
wet labia, sliding her tongue into Madison’s quivering vaginal canal.

Sophia let her head loll back on the rubber matting as Madison’s mouth found
all the right spots, sending surges of pleasure through her. “Yes …” she
groaned. “Yes … yes … just like that.”

The arousal surged abruptly as Madison ravaged her ultra-sensitive clitoris
with her tongue, and Sophia went over the edge, arching her back and climaxing
loudly. Emma’s work on Madison’s sex bore fruit just moments later, and
Madison’s spasming vagina spattered her juices all over Sophia’s face.

Sophia didn’t care; just then, Madison hit her with another orgasm, and
another. After that, Sophia lost count.

***

Sophia lay back, Emma on top of her, kissing her gently and lovingly. Sophia
kissed her in return, as Emma worked the dildo in and out of her tingling
vagina, sliding it into her right up to the hilt, over and over again.

“Oh, Ems,” she murmured. “Oh, Ems. Oh yes, just like that.”

Beside them, Madison sat cross-legged, eating Sophia’s pie. Madison had given
her such a comprehensive series of climaxes that Sophia had decided she could
have the whole damn pie. She’d get another one for Emma, if this turned out to
be as good as she thought it was going to be.

Emma thrust into her harder and faster, lowering her face to Sophia’s breasts
and kissing and licking her nipples; this made Sophia arch her back and catch
her breath. The dildo pumped in and out of her slippery wetness, deeper and
deeper, harder and harder.

She clung to Emma, crying out, as the first orgasms hit, blasting through her,
digging her nails into the other girl’s back. Emma drove her mercilessly from
one climax to the next, until she finally collapsed on top of Sophia, panting
hard. “Is that … is that good enough?” she asked.

Sophia, not in a much better state, smiled up at her and kissed her. Their lips
met, tongues touched, as they both enjoyed the kiss to its fullest. “Oh yes,”
she said. “Definitely good enough.”

She helped Emma roll off of her, the plastic penis sliding out of her well-used
vagina, and kissed her again. Aisha tossed through two more pie packets, as
well as two more bottles of water.

Emma tore her pie packet open, then looked at the water. “Wow,” she said. “What
did I do to earn this?”

Aisha grinned. “For putting on a really good show,” she said. Emma and Madison
looked at each other, then at the dildo still strapped to Emma’s hips. The
direction of their thoughts was not hard to follow.

If we put on a really good show with each other, we get more stuff.

Neither one was thinking about the initial reactions they had shown when faced
with the idea of having sex with each other for food and other supplies. Things
had changed. They had changed.

As if to illustrate this, Emma leaned across and shared a slow, lingering kiss
with Madison; Madison responded by cupping Emma's breast in her hand and
rubbing the nipple gently between finger and thumb. Emma's hand found Madison's
sex and slowly caressed it.

Sophia finished her pie, and held out her hand; Aisha tossed a tube of K-
Y jelly through a hole in the Cage, and she caught it.

“Right,” she said with a grin. “Who wants to be lubed and screwed first?”

She giggled as they both responded eagerly.

This is gonna be fun, she thought.

***

Taylor wandered out of her room. "Aisha and Sophia around?" she asked.

"Nope," said Alec, from the sofa, where he was engaging Brian in a brutal
video-game death-match. "They've been out all day."

"Huh," said Taylor. “I wanted to try something with Sophia.”

Lisa leaned out of the kitchenette. “Oh, hi, Taylor,” she said. “I ….” Her
voice trailed off. “Really?’ she asked in a strangled squeak. “I mean …
really?”

Brian and Alec looked at her, than at Taylor, who stared back defiantly.
“Really what?” asked Brian at last.

Taylor looked at Brian. “None of your business,” she said sweetly. “If you
hadn’t turned me down that one time … maybe I’d tell you.” She looked at Lisa.
“And yes, really. And trust me, it’s a lot more fun than it sounds.”

Lisa just shook her head and retreated into the kitchenette.

Brian cleared his throat. “Uh – your lunch is in the fridge.”

She smiled at him. “Thanks, Brian.” She looked around. “Where’s Bitch?”

Bruan shrugged. “Said she was moving out. Too much fucking going on, were her
exact words.”

“But she’s still in the Undersiders?” asked Taylor.

“Oh, yeah,” said Brian. “Just not here.”

***

Sophia thrust the dildo deep between Emma's firm rounded buttocks, spreading
them apart and stretching her delicate anal sphincter almost to the point of
pain.

Emma felt nothing but pleasure. She lay face-down on the rubber matting, her
face to the side, reaching up and back to rub her clitoris rapidly. Her ass was
lubricated to a fare-thee-well, and the smoothly-ribbed dildo afforded her just
enough friction for her to thoroughly enjoy it, provided she was relaxed enough
to do so.

Fortunately, she was indeed relaxed; Sophia was going at her hard and fast,
holding her hips firmly and planting the dildo all the way up to the hilt with
every driving stroke. All that Emma could articulate was a series of whimpers,
driven from her by Sophia's ongoing assault on her tender bottom.

And then Emma came, loudly and spectacularly, over and over, even as Sophia
continued to fuck her senseless. Breathless and exhausted, the redhead slumped
to the ground, the dildo sliding from her reddened ass.

Madison, lying next to Emma, nursing her own throbbing butt, took her in her
arms and kissed her gently. "Wow," she giggled as Sophia unbuckled the dildo
and began to clean it, "you really did her ass good. Was that as hard as you
did me?"

Sophia grinned. "About that," she allowed. There were two tubes of K-Y jelly
lying on the matting; she nudged these toward the girls with her foot. "Here
you go. You've earned them."

"Ooh, thank you, thank you!" enthused Madison, sitting up and leaning over to
kiss Sophia. The dark-skinned girl immediately returned the kiss and pulled
Madison into an embrace; the kiss became steadily more and more passionate, as
hands caressed bodies, delving into secret places and cupping sensitive flesh.

Outside the Cage, Aisha rubbed herself between the legs as Sophia helped
Madison strap on the dildo, then got up on all fours so that the cute brunette
could take her hard from behind. Wow, she thought. She’s really turned them on
to sex.

She took another strap-on dildo from her bag and tossed it through a hole she
opened in the field around the cage. Following this, she tossed in a riding
crop and a pair of fluffy handcuffs.

Let’s see what they do with these, she thought with a mischievous grin.

***

As the sun started to dip behimd the building at the end of the alleyway, Aisha
called out to Sophia. “Okay, I’m ready to go. Who am I taking with me?”

Sophia looked at the other two, then smiled. “Emma, today. I’ll stay here and
keep Madison … company.”

Emma looked apprehensive.

Madison eyed Sophia. “You’re staying in the Cage with me, tonight?” she asked.

Sophia nodded. “Just you and me. You like the idea?”

Madison smiled. “Oh, yes.”

Emma said, “Wait a minute. Where am I being taken to?”

Aisha grinned. “It’s a secret. We can take Madison instead if you want.”

“Uh … no,” said Emma. “I’ll go.” Then, as an afterthought, she added, “Please.”

Madison and Sophia were already entwined when Aisha opened the side of the Cage
to allow Emma to exit. She had a light robe, panties, and sandals for the
redhead to wear.

“Now don’t go running off,” Aisha warned. “This is a really bad part of town.”

“I won’t,” promised Emma. “I don’t even know where I am. And you’ve been
feeding me, so I’d be stupid to run off.”

Aisha took her by the hand. “If you’re really good, I might let you have sex
with my boyfriend.”

“Ooh,” said Emma. “Could I?”

Aisha leaned up and gave her a kiss, which was returned in full measure. “I
think it could be arranged,” she purred. Then she handed Emma one last thing.

“What’s this?” asked Emma.

“A blindfold,” Aisha told her. “Put it on. I’ll make sure you don’t trip over.”

“Okay,” said Emma. Obediently, she put on the blindfold, and took Aisha’s hand
again.

***

Brian heard the footsteps coming up the stairs. One set was firm, confident;
the other stumbling, unsure. Frowning, he got up and went to the head of the
stairs.

“Aisha?” he said. “Who’s that with you?”

“Shh!” said Aisha. “She’s a surprise for you-know-who!”

Brian’s eyes opened wider. “Oh,” he said. “Oh.”

As the redheaded girl entered the living room, Lisa looked up. A strange smile
crossed her face, and she rose and went and knocked on Taylor’s door.

“Someone to see you,” she called.

“Be right out,” was the muffled response.

***

Emma tilted her head. Do I know that voice? she asked herself.

***

In her room, Taylor lifted several leopard slugs off of her body and back into
the tank. One was still in her vagina, but it would take too long for it to
exit her body, so she moved it to where it could breathe, and left it there.
Then she put on her clothes.

***

Aisha removed the blindfold, then leaned close to Emma’s ear and whispered,
“The person who comes out that door is the person you have to please most in
the world right now. You know how you had to be fucked to eat?”

Emma nodded. She remembered very well.

Aisha grinned. “Well, she’s the one you have to ask to fuck you, if you want to
eat tonight.”

Emma blinked. “Okay,” she said readily enough.

And then the door opened. And Emma’s jaw dropped.

***

Taylor stepped out through the door, and then stopped dead.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” she snarled.

Aisha grinned. “Sophia and me caught her and we’ve been training her up as a
pet. You like?”

Taylor frowned. “A pet?”

“Sure,” said Aisha. “Emma, strip.”

Obediently, Emma shrugged out of her robes, then stepped out of the sandals and
rolled her panties down. Visible on her breasts, belly and thighs were several
fading red welts.

Regent sat up from his seat on the sofa, suddenly very attentive.

“Damn,” he said. “That’s good for only a few days’ work.”

“I have been refining my technique,” said Aisha, grinning.

“And reading a dictionary, too, apparently,” observed Brian.

Aisha gave him the finger, then turned to Taylor. “So, like I’ve been telling
Emma here, if she wants to eat tonight … or, well, sleep on a bed, not be tied
up at the bottom of the steps like a puppy-dog … she’s got to do whatever you
say. When you say it. Or we can give her to Alec for the night. What do you
say?”

Taylor stared. “So I get to do whatever I want to her, tonight? What’s the
catch?”

Aisha shrugged. “Don’t maim her, don’t kill her?”

Taylor frowned. “How about freaking her out, a lot?”

“Oh, that’s fine,” grinned Aisha. “Oh yeah, we’ve been experimenting with BDSM
too. She seems to like it. So you can tie her down to do whatever you want to
do.”

Taylor grinned. It was a thoroughly unsettling grin, at least to Emma. “Oh, I
think I will.”

“Um,” said Emma. “I might prefer Alec for the night. Which one’s Alec?”

“That’ll be me,” said Regent. “But Taylor gets first pick. Sorry, Emma. You
look like you could be fun in bed.”

Taylor looked around at Lisa. “How long till dinner will be ready?”

“An hour,” said Lisa. She looked at Emma. “Do exactly what she says. The
suffering will be over more quickly, that way.”

“Now, you aren’t supposed to hurt her,” said Aisha quickly.

Taylor’s grin was even creepier. “Oh, I won’t be hurting her.” She pointed at
the blindfold. “But I will want that. Plus some of those restraints I know you
keep in your room, Lisa.”

***

When Emma entered Taylor’s bedroom, she wore just the blindfold and a steadily
more terrified expression. Taylor guided her to lie on the bed, and fastened
her down securely, face down.

“What – what are you going to do to me?” asked Emma, a catch in her voice.

Taylor smacked her hard on the ass, which also bore fading red weals from the
riding crop. “Shut the fuck up. If I want you to open your mouth, I’ll tell
you.”

Emma shut her mouth and nodded.

“Now,” said Taylor. “I want you to imagine that you are trapped in a dark
place. Impossible to get out of. And there’s …” She went to the aquarium, and
lifted out two leopard slugs. “Horrible …” One was placed in the small of
Emma’s back. Emma squeaked in fright. “Horrible …” Another went on the base of
Emma’s neck. Taylor got two more. “Things in there with you.” She placed these
two on Emma’s left and right buttocks.

The slugs started moving. Emma started sobbing with fear.

“You want to know what they are?” breathed Taylor, getting two more and placing
them on Emma’s legs.

Emma nodded, her breath catching in her throat.

Taylor leaned really close, and whispered, “Have you ever heard of the Vanuatu
venomous sea slug? They like to seek warm, dark crevices to lay their eggs. If
they’re disturbed, they inject their victim with a paralytic poison which kills
you very …” She ran her nails over Emma’s arm, then pinched the soft flesh,
causing Emma to flinch and whimper. “Very …” Another pinch, on the other arm.
“Slowly.”

There was, of course, no such thing as the Vanuatu venomous sea slug. But it
sounded good. And Emma was taken in.

At that moment, the first slug found the soft, tender flesh of Emma’s well-used
vagina. It began to burrow between her labia.

And then the other one found the crevice of her ass, and began to slide, tail
first, into that tight aperture.

And Emma began to scream.

Taylor rolled her eyes, took her pants off, and slowly managed to extract that
last slug, putting it back in the aquarium.

***

Aisha started. “Christ!” she exclaimed. “What’s she doing? Skinning her alive?”

Lisa shook her head. “No,” she said sadly. “Just a little … payback.”

Brian stared from one to the other. “And she’s not killing her.”

Lisa shook her head. “No.”

“Not hurting her.”

Again, a shake of the head. “No.”

“Is she even touching her?”

Lisah shook her head. “Not as such, no.”

Alec shook his head. “I am not ever getting her that pissed off at me.”

Brian gave him a well, duh! look.

At that moment, Taylor’s door opened. She exited, closing the door quietly
behind her. In the room, sobbing interspersed with screams.

“What?” she said, looking at them. “So I’m giving her a bit of her own
medicine.”

“You’re not covering her with bugs, are you?” asked Brian.

Taylor shook her head and grinned. “No,” she said. “I’m doing worse. Much, much
worse.” She reached down and grabbed Brian’s hand. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” asked Brian, getting to his feet.

“Your room,” was the reply. By the time it registered, they were halfway there.

“Wait, what?” said Brian. “You … me …”

Taylor tugged on his arm. “Come on.” She gestured toward the noise coming from
her room. “Right now, I’m as turned on as I’ve ever been in my life, and Aisha
just may shank me if I screw her boyfriend, so it’s you and me.”

She pulled him into his bedroom, and pushed the door shut behind them. This did
nothing to cut down the noise of Emma’s screams. She pushed him backward on to
the bed.

“Pants,” she said. “Now.” She was already skinning out of her clothes.

“But … what –“ he began.

“Listen,” she said with exaggerated patience. “Would you like me to do the same
thing to you as I am to Emma?”

He listened to the screams, which were now interspersed with incoherent
babbling. “Uh, no.”

She nodded firmly. “Then pants.”

Defeated, he took his pants off. Despite himself, he was already starting to
become hard.

She went to her knees before him, and began to lick and suck at his penis. He
became harder at a much faster rate, falling back on to the bed with a groan.
Slowly, carefully, she worked at encompassing his impressive erection with her
mouth.

When she judged him hard enough, she climbed on top of him. He saw strange
shiny patches and trails on her skin, but dared not ask what they were from.
All he knew was that when she said she was turned on, she was not lying. Her
labia were swollen and shiny with her juices.

Carefully, she rubbed the head of his cock back and forth between her labia,
groaning out loud with the sensation. Then she seated it carefully where it
would to the most good, and slowly bore down.

Her eyes opened wide and she gasped as he slid into her. He was bigger than she
expected, stretching her wider and wider as she slid down upon his shaft.

He arched his back and groaned as he felt her engulfing him, sliding on to him,
drawing him into the fire of her being.

When she finally stopped sliding down, when her sparse pubic hair meshed with
his, she began to work her hips back and forth, side to side, causing them both
to moan with added arousal. Slowly, she began to move up and down, looking down
to see the dark shaft sliding in and out of her tightly stretched labia.

Reaching up, he grabbed her shoulders, rolling her over so that he ended up on
top. She looked up at him, then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed
him.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Do it to me. Now.”

Pulling almost all the way out of her, he thrust hard into her yielding vaginal
canal, over and over again. She cried out and clutched him to her, as his
thrusts awoke pleasures she barely knew existed.

He lifted her legs up until they rested on his shoulders, and then he began to
really pump his erection into her quivering vagina, over and over, deeper and
deeper, harder and harder. She cried out, indescribable sensations washing
through her, building to a climax.

She came. Again and again. His thick erection sent her over the edge into
delirium; she cried out his name, clawing at his back.

And then he reached his own orgasm, driving deep into her and releasing jet
after jet of hot semen, spurting deep into her belly. She came again as he
filled her up with his seed, pumping the last spurts into her with the last few
strokes.

He rolled off her, his penis already softening as it slid from her reddened
vaginal canal. She slowly straightened her legs, and put her arm around him.

“Wow,” she whispered. “That’s what I’ve been missing all this time.”

He grinned wryly at her. “And if you’d approached me like that, back then …
yeah, that’s what would have happened.”

She kissed him. “That was good. Really, really good. Thanks.”

His grin widened. “You’re the one who dragged me in here and raped me with
threat of horror.” He indicated the wall, where Emma’s screams, though
weakening, were still audible. “What the fuck are you doing to her, anyway?”

So she explained to him in whispers, and he laughed and laughed and laughed.

***

When they went out into the living room, Alec had Aisha naked, bent over the
end of the sofa, while he steadily slid his penis into her willing asshole.

“Wow,” said Taylor. “Is this what’s been going on while I’ve been in my room?”

Brian nodded. “Pretty much. You could have jumped me out here, and no-one would
have done much about it.”

“Maybe given you points for – oooh! – style,” Aisha commented, with a groan in
the middle.

“So I see,” said Taylor. “So I see.” She nodded to Brian, who was eyeing
Aisha’s bobbing breasts. “Have fun. I’m going to chat to Lisa.”

***

By the time dinner rolled around, Aisha was looking indecently satisfied, and
Taylor had gone into her room and removed the slugs from Emma. Still quivering
and shaken from her ordeal, Emma knelt readily beside Taylor’s chair, and
accepted food from her hand only.

“So, are you going to be a good girl?” asked Taylor of Emma.

Emma nodded, her eyes downcast. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Good,” Taylor stated. “You get to sleep with Aisha and Alec tonight. Do
whatever they say, or … you will be sleeping in my room. Or not sleeping, as
the case may be.”

Emma shivered. “I’ll be good,” she whimpered.

Aisha looked at Taylor, impressed. “Christ,” she said. “How did you
manage that?”

Taylor grinned. “Ask Brian.”

***

When Brian went off to bed that night, with the sound of Aisha’s laughter
echoing in his ears, he found Taylor lying in his bed.

“Come on now …” he began.

“Really?” she said. “You’re going to kick me out of bed?”

He paused. “Well …”

She grinned. “You loved it, and you know it.”

He nodded, reluctantly. “Short, sharp and devastating. But yes, I enjoyed it.”

She lay back, stretching langorously. “Well, we have all night to do it slow
and get it right …”

He considered this. Then he turned out the light and got in bed.

Neither of them got very much sleep that night.

Nor, for that matter, did Emma.
***** The More the Merrier *****
Chapter Summary
     Madison agrees to be a sex slave. Taylor disciplines Emma, and forces
     her to make love to her, while Alec fucks Emma in the ass. Sophia
     fucks Madison. Aisha seduces Brian. Lisa decides to move out.
Sophia pumped the dildo hard between Madison's soft, yielding buttocks.
Madison, her hands cuffed behind her back, uttered soft cries of pleasure, even
though Sophia's thrusts were not gentle, and nor were her hands on Madison's
breasts.

"What are you?" panted Sophia; she was fit, but Madison had been very
demanding. “Tell me what you are, or I won’t let you cum!”

"I'm a dirty whore," moaned Madison. She arched her back and drove her buttocks
back at Sophia's demanding strokes. "I'm a bitch, a cunt, a slut, a cow. I
deserve to be tied up and fucked, because I'm a stupid cocksucker.". Her voice
was rapid now, breathy, as Sophia increased her tempo.

"Fuck my ass, fuck it hard. Make me your hot little whore, oh god fuck me
harder fuck ME HARDERRR!"

Her voice rose in a wail as Sophia's attentions drove her over the edge into a
series of blinding orgasms. She bucked, as Sophia held tight to her hips and
continued to violate her overstretched rectum with the pistoning dildo, crying
out over and over in her extremity.

She finally collapsed, panting, to the matting. Sophia let the dildo slide out
of her abused anus and removed the handcuffs. Madison rolled over and put her
arms around the dark-skinned girl.

"I like being your dirty little whore," she murmured, nuzzling up to Sophia's
neck. "You fuck me so good."

Sophia cupped her breast, tweaking a nipple to elicit a gasp from the cute
brunette. "You're such a hot little fuck," she purred. "But you know, you have
to earn a good ass-fuck like that one."

"Earn?" asked Madison with interest. "What do you want me to do to you?"

Sophia kissed her. "I'm sure I'll think of something," she murmured.

Madison slid her hand over Sophia's stomach, past the jutting dildo, down to
her moist sex. Gently, teasingly, she began to rub it. Sophia murmured in
enjoyment, and let her legs fall open.

"Got a question," she breathed, as she let her hand fall to Madison's delicate
labia.

"What?" moaned Madison, as Sophia's fingers expertly parted the arousal-swollen
nether lips, and slid inside her.

"If I let you out of here, to go back home, but you had to give up the sex like
we're doing now ... Would you go?"

"Fuck, no," panted Madison. "Not unless you and me and Emma could get together
and fuck each other stupid, like every night."

Sophia shook her head. “Nope,” she said, catching her breath as Madison slid
two fingers into her, and gently began to fuck her with them. “Just going back
home, taking up your life. Like you were never gone.”

“Fuck, I’d go insane,” murmured Madisin, then kissed Sophia hard. “It took you
a little while to show me, but ... no fucking way. I’d spread my legs for Dad
first.”

Sophia kissed her back. “That sounds kinda hot,” she said. “You think your dad
would like to tie you up and fuck you?”

Madison bit Sophia’s lip, drawing it out almost to the point of pain. Instead
of answering, she whispered in Spohia’s ear. Sophia looked very interested, and
unstrapped the dildo.

***

Aisha leaned against the wall, waiting until Madison finished screwing Sophia
into the rubber matting. The former vigilante had both arms and both legs
wrapped around the cute brunette as the jury-rigged arrangement of straps
allowed her to penetrate Sophia in both orifices at the same time.

Sophia came loudly and frequently, raking her nails across Madison’s back,
encouraging her with spectacularly obscene invective. Aisha took note of some
of the more lurid phrases; Alec might be interested.

“Christ all-fucking-mighty,” she muttered. “Are they going for the world
fucking record, or what?”

And then she realised her own pun, and laughed out loud. Finding the control
for the Cage, she hit the switch and turned the whole thing off. However, such
was the intensity with which Madison was giving her all to the sex with Sophia,
neither of them noticed for some moments.

Finally, they stopped and looked up; Madison flushed and sweating, Sophia just
sweating, with the dildos still buried deep within Sophia’s twitching vagina
and asshole. 

“Hey,” said Aisha, tossing a pair of robes on to the ground. “Get your asses
dressed. Time for Madison to meet the family.”

Slowly, Madison got up, sliding the paired dildos out of Sophia. She unstrapped
them, and put on the robes. “Where are we going?” she asked. “Not back to my
parents?”

Aisha shook her head, grinning. “Where you can get some real cock inside you,”
she said. “Just ask Sophia.”

Madison turned to Sophia as the latter donned her own robes. “Really?” she
asked.

“Oh god,” said Sophia. “I can’t even begin to describe it.”

Madison didn’t even demur as Aisha fitted a blindfold to her face.

***

“So, Emma,” said Taylor cheerfully, reclining on the sofa. Emma stood there
nervously, wearing the flimsy bra and panties that had been gifted to her by
Alec and Aisha. These were, of course, easily removed, and concealed virtually
nothing anyway.

“Y-yes?” asked Emma cautiously.

Taylor raised an eyebrow. “Was there anything you wanted to say to me?”

Emma nodded violently. “Oh god, yes,” she babbled. “I’m so sorry. So very, very
sorry. I wish I’d never done any of that to you. I wish I’d never listened to
Sophia –“

“Stop!” snapped Taylor, raising one finger. Emma shut up.

Taylor sat up on the sofa. “Blaming Sophia now, are you?” she asked quietly.

Emma whimpered. “No, but she –“

Taylor stood up and slapped her hard, across the face. Emma rocked back with
the impact. Taylor slapped her again, on the other side of her face. Emma
reeled back a couple of paces.

“One more time,” said Taylor, her voice low but dangerous. “Or it’s back to the
bedroom again.”

Emma squeezed her thighs together to prevent her bladder from releasing the
urine it desperately wanted to let go right now.

“It was my fault, all my fault,” she whimpered. “I gave Sophia the idea, I told
Madison and the others to pick on you. I wanted to make you hurt, to push you
down. I shouldn’t have done it, I shouldn’t have, I’m sorry …”

Taylor nodded. “So do you know what the price of your sin is?”

Emma shook her head, tears in her eyes.

Taylor showed her teeth in what might have been a smile. “I get to do anything
I want to you, that doesn’t actually maim or kill you. Anyone else in the house
can fuck you, any way they like, any time they like, and you have to let them.”
She paused. “Are we understood in this?”

Emma, face pale, nodded.

Taylor gestured to the flimsy clothing that Emma wore. "Take that shit off, for
a start," she ordered. "You don't wear clothes around here till I tell you that
you can wear fucking clothes. Who the fuck do you think you are, anyway?
Fucking putting on clothes? What the fuck will it be next? Eating without
permission?"

Emma hastily removed the offending items. "I'm sorry," she said fearfully. "But
Aisha said I could -"

Taylor grabbed her firm breast, squeezing it painfully, digging her nails in.
Emma stopped talking with a gasp of pain. Taylor used her grip to pull Emma
close in to her face. The redhead's face twisted in a grimace, but she did not
cry out or resist.

"Aisha," said Taylor in a cold, deadly voice, "can give you anything she wants.
But it's nor Aisha you ask if you want to wear shit.". She grabbed Emma's other
breast, and punctuated each of her next four words with a shake that dug her
nails in harder. "Is. That. Fucking. Clear?"

Emma nodded, biting her lip to keep from crying out.

"So who do you ask?" pressed Taylor, not relaxing her grip.

"Y-you?" asked Emma, biting off a sob.

Taylor twisted Emma's breasts savagely. Emma cried out with pain. "Sorry, was
that a question or a fucking answer?" she shouted in Emma's face.

"It was an answer!" blurted Emma. "You tell me if I can wear shit, no-one
else!"

Taylor looked her in the eye for a long moment before relaxing her grip and
releasing Emma's now reddened breasts.

"Good answer," she said with a smile. "Now, have I given you permission to wear
clothes?"

Emma shook her head. "No, you haven't."

Taylor nodded. "Correct. So, what will you be doing?"

Emma took a deep breath. "Not wearing anything, until you tell me that I can."

Taylor nodded approvingly. "And ...?"

Emma looked startled. "Uh, what ...?". She frantically tried to think of
anything that Taylor may have told her to do.

Taylor raised her hand. "And ...?" she repeated more threateningly.

Emma cowered. "And anything else you tell me to do?" she guessed wildly.

Taylor lowered her hand and caressed Emma's cheek gently. "What do you know,
she can learn, after all."

Emma closed her eyes and rested her cheek against Taylor's palm. "Thank you,"
she said softly. She opened her eyes and looked at Taylor. "Do you want to fuck
me?" she asked hopefully. "You can do my ass if you want. Aisha gave me lube."

"So you really like to fuck?" asked Taylor.

Emma nodded eagerly. "Since Sophia got us the lube, it's been a lot of fun. I
love the way Madison fucks me."

Taylor nodded. "Okay, fine.". She raised her voice. "Alec!"

Alec emerged from his room, looking rumpled. "'Lo, Taylor. 'Sup?"

"Can I get Aisha's strap-on?" asked Taylor. "Emma and I need to do some serious
fucking."

Alec nodded. "Cool. Can I watch?"

Taylor shook her head. "Not this time. Maybe later.". She paused. "Have you
...?"

He nodded. "Sure. Did that last night.". He looked at Emma, who got down on all
fours and started kissing Taylor's feet.

Taylor nodded. "Nicely done.". She grinned. "Okay, you can watch."

"Cool," he said. "Can I have her when you're finished?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You're assuming I'll be finished with her today."

He grinned. "Good point. Well, if you finish with her today, can I use her for
a bit? I like the way she squeaks when I put it in her ass."

She chuckled. "Sounds like a plan.". She looked down at Emma. "Other foot."

Emma obediently started kissing Taylor's other foot. Taylor looked at Alec with
an approving nod. He raised his hands. "Hey, I stopped controlling her a minute
ago," he grinned. "This is all her.". He raised a finger. "I'll get that
dildo."

***

They stood in Taylor's bedroom. Emma looked expectantly at Taylor and Alec.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked submissively.

Taylor tossed the dildo on to the bed. "Make love to me. Give me the best sex
of my life. Make me come as hard as I've ever done in my life. Or ...". She
didn't have to articulate the threat; all it took was a glance at the large
aquarium, with squirming slugs visible inside.

Emma looked in the same direction, and visibly flinched. She took a deep breath
and approached Taylor. Gingerly, she put her arms around the taller girl, and
kissed her. Taylor barely responded; Emma tried harder, caressing Taylor's
clothed body, and rubbing her own naked body against her.

Taylor kissed her back, and Emma responded avidly, sliding her tongue into
Taylor’s mouth, sucking on Taylor’s tongue in return, running her hands over
Taylor’s breasts and buttocks.

“Mmm,” murmured Taylor. “Keep it up. I’m starting to get interested.”

Emboldened, Emma slid her hands up under Taylor’s shirt, caressing her skin,
until she reached the bra. She carefully undid it, then slid her hands under
it, to cup and caress Taylor’s small, firm breasts. Taylor let her remove the
t-shirt, and the bra as well, before they recommenced kissing and caressing one
another.

Emma squeaked when Taylor pushed a finger into her ass; Taylor raised an
eyebrow toward Alec, who grinned and shrugged. Taylor grinned back, then
sighed, and caressed Emma’s head as she suckled on Taylor’s nipples.

Emma carefully and lovingly undressed Taylor, kissing and caressing her skin as
it was uncovered. She gently pushed Taylor back on to the bed and crawled up
alongside her. She kissed Taylor, caressing her now-naked body. Taylor kissed
her back, cupping her breast and tweaking her nipple. Emma breathed deeply
through her nose, and kissed Taylor harder still.

Slowly, rubbing her breasts on Taylor’s body, Emma made her way to the foot of
the bed, and spread Taylor’s thighs. She knelt, then, and lowered her face to
the junction of Taylor’s thighs, where her soft moist sex waited.

Alec saw them first; the bugs swarming behind Emma as she began to explore
Taylor’s labia with her tongue. He bit his tongue and watched, trying
desperately to keep his face straight.

Emma felt the first bugs crawling on her body, and twitched. She looked around,
to find a swarm advancing on her. “Fuck!” she said. “Fuck, what the fuck?”

Taylor lifted herself on to her elbows to watch as Emma frantically brushed
bugs off of her body.

“I notice you’ve stopped,” she observed. “So it’s the slugs then?”

Emma stopped and stared at her, stricken. “You .. I … what?” she stammered.

Taylor pointed at herself. “You were just doing a very good job, and now you’ve
stopped. If you don’t want the slugs, I suggest you get back to work.”

“But – the bugs –“ protested Emma.

“Relax,” Taylor assured her. “None of them are too poisonous.” She lay back.
“If I don’t feel mouth on my pussy in ten seconds, I’m going to assume slugs
are what you want.”

Emma was eating her out again in seven.

She whimpered as the bugs swarmed over her, their chitinous legs scratching her
delicate skin, but she kept at it. She jerked as a couple of the larger beetles
locked their formidable pincers on her nipples and let go to swing free, but
she didn’t pause in her attentions.

The bugs did everything that Taylor could think of to distract her from her
appointed task, but Emma grimly continued on. She was scratched, nipped and had
her labia pinched. Clenching her eyes shut, she continued to pleasure Taylor,
finally managing to drive her into a series of orgasms that nearly lifted her
off the bed.

Taylor stretched, after the last of the climaxes had passed. “Nice,” she
murmured. A command had the bugs disperse. “Alec, you can have her ass now, if
you want. Emma, keep going. I like the way you do things.”

“All right,” grinned Alec. “Thanks, Taylor. You’re a legend.” He got up and
dropped his pants; his penis, already quite hard, protruded out before him.
Emma jolted as he got down behind her and began to penetrate her arousal-slick
vagina.

“Wow, fuck,” he said. “She’s fucking tight.”

“You’re welcome,” said Taylor. ‘Oh god Emma, do that again.”

Emma, feeling Alec spreading her vaginal canal with his cock, did that again.
The waves of pleasure washing through her were astounding. This was what sex
with a guy was like. Oh fuck yes.

Once Alec had had his erection all the way up inside Emma, he pulled out and
began prodding at her tight brown pucker. She gasped as he started to force his
way in between her rounded buttocks, then squeaked involuntarily as his head
popped inside her.

Alec had had her every way that a man could have a woman, last night. And Aisha
had had her most of those ways as well, courtesy of a strap-on dildo. She had
fucked, sucked, licked and been sodomised, repeatedly and with variations.

She wanted to do it all over again.

And here was Alec, fucking her ass with his wonderful, wonderful cock, because
Taylor said he could.

As Alec slid his penis deep inside her tight butt, she raised her head
slightly.

“Taylor?” she ventured.

“Yeah, Emma?” Taylor purred, still on a high from the last climax.

“Thank you,” said Emma simply. “Thank you for – ooooh! – everything.”

Taylor didn’t answer; she just lay back and let Emma eat her out, licking and
lapping at her swollen labia, drinking of her juices, exploring her most secret
places with her very naughty tongue. Emma was extremely motivated; she pushed
Taylor to climax after climax, worrying at her firmly erect clitoris over and
over again.

***

Aisha and Sophia got back with Madison, to hear the unmistakeable sounds of sex
coming from Taylor’s bedroom. Curious, Aisha peeked in, to see Emma giving
Taylor the tongue-lashing of her life, with Alec giving his own contribution to
Emma, via her tightly-stretched anus.

“Well, damn,” she muttered. “Brian? You home?”

Yawning, Brian emerged from his bedroom. “I was trying to sleep, with the wild
monkey sex going on in Taylor’s room,” he said. “What’s – oh.”

At the sight of him, Sophia dropped her robes and stood naked before him. After
a moment of hesitation, Madison did the same.

“Damn,” he said. “You brought back another one.” He grinned. “Taylor’s gonna be
in hog heaven.”

“Taylor?” asked Madison. “Taylor’s here?”

Aisha grinned. “Yup. And she’s the one you gotta please around here.”

“Oh shit,” said Madison. “Oh shit. I am so dead.”

“Sh, sh, sh, it’s okay,” said Sophia. “She used to be really mad at all of us,
but I think she’s getting better.” She embraced the brunette and began to kiss
and caress her. Madison responded, her lips going to Sophia’s breast and
suckling on her.

Wordlessly, Aisha handed Sophia a dildo. Sophia smiled as she continued to
caress Madison, bending her over the sofa.

“Are you ready to be my dirty little whore?” she asked, as she strapped the
dldo on.

“Oh, yes, Sophia,” breathed Madison. “Do you want me to call you Daddy this
time?”

Sophia grinned as she slathered lube on the dildo. “You’re a nasty, nasty girl,
Madison.”

“Oh, yes, Daddy,” moaned Madison, already throughly turned on. “Are you going
to fuck your little girl in the ass?”

Aisha grinned up at Brian, and rubbed his crotch, which was starting to swell
inside his shorts. “So, you like what I do with ‘em, big bro?”

Brian watched as Sophia forced the dildo deep between Madison’s yielding
buttocks, feeling himself becoming hard at the sight. Aisha’s touching him
didn’t hurt either.

“Oh god yes,” he said, then looked down with surprise as Aisha pulled his
shorts down far enough to free his thick erection. “Aisha?” he blurted in
surprise.

She grinned, then lowered her mouth to taste just the tip of his cock. “Do you
want to fuck Sophia while she fucks Madison … or is your little sister good
enough for you?”

Bent over the sofa, Madison cried out with pleasure as Sophia rammed the dildo
home hard into her ass. “Oh god yes, Daddy!” she moaned. “Fuck your little
girl’s ass!”

Sophia seemed to be turned on by this; so was Aisha. She stripped off her tank
top to reveal her taut breasts, and skinned out of her ripped denim shorts and
tights. Brian watched her disrobing with increasing arousal; her body was trim
and rounded, and utterly desirable.

Aisha grabbed Brian’s hand and pulled him down with her, to the rug. As Sophia
began to really ream Madison’s ass with the dildo, the two siblings kissed and
caressed one another. Gently, Brian caressed Aisha’s breasts, licked her
nipples, and then traced his tongue down her stomach. Aisha arched her back as
his tongue found her clitoris, and began its job of driving her out of her
mind.

In Madison’s mind, she was bent over the sofa at home, and her father – big
strong Daddy! – was really fucking her ass, ramming his thick cock deep between
her butt cheeks, causing her to cry out with pleasure. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she
panted. “Fuck me hard. Call me a whore.”

“You’re a stupid fucking whore,” Sophia responded. “A slut who open her legs to
anyone. You fuck your teachers at school, don’t you?”

Mind spinning with the sheer arousal she was feeling, Madison went along with
the fantasy. “Oh god yes, Daddy. I let Mr Gladly fuck me all the time. He keeps
me back from class and runs his hand up my leg under my skirt …”

Sophia rammed the dildo hard into Madison’s ass, and tweaked her nipples.
Madison cried out as she came, ass pulsating around the thrusting dildo. Once
she got her breath back, she continued to describe her imaginary escapades at
Winslow High.

Aisha sucked her brother’s cock, her mouth hot and wet on his thick member. He
groaned and arched his back as she licked and slurped at him, tasting his
precum and wanting more. He ran his hands over her body, causing her to catch
her breath as he caressed her more sensitive areas.

“… and then I take my skirt off and make the football team chase me around the
field until they catch me, then they all fuck me, one after the other …”

Brian poised over Aisha, his penis pressing gently at the entrance to her
vagina. “Let me know if I have to stop,” he said quietly.

“”Fuck that,” she snapped. “Put it in me, big bro. Ever since I’ve watched you
fucking Sophia with it, I’ve wanted that thing in me.”

Slowly, carefully, he began to press into her. She was tight, so tight. Her
eyes opened wide as he continued to invade her slippery wetness, pushing deep
into her tight pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned. “Oh, fuck …”

“Good god,” he panted, when he was just halfway into her. “I’m not in your ass
by mistake, am I?”

“Nope,” she grinned. “My ass is tighter than this.”

“Fuck, that might prove fatal,” muttered Brian, then started pumping his hips
slowly, pushing himself deeper into Aisha, stroke by stroke. She grunted at
each stroke, gasping as he filled her deeper and deeper with his thick
erection.

By the time he had all of his length buried in her, his pubic hair resting
against her smooth pubis, she was making little gasping noises, her arms and
legs wrapped around him.

He kissed her, gently. She responded, hard and hot.

“Are you -?” he began.

“If you ask me if I’m all right instead of fucking me, I’m gonna kill you,” she
growled.

“… right,” he agreed. Slowly pulling out a little, he pushed back into her,
causing her to cry out. He did it again; she cried out, more loudly.

Her nails were digging into his back by the time he got up a good rhythm, and
she was chanting obscenities under her breath, interspersed with incoherent
noises of sheer pleasure. Her tightly-stretched vaginal canal was clenched
around his invading member, and she seemed determined to take as much of him
into her body as she could.

Abruptly, she climaxed, screaming into his ear as she did so. He kept sliding
into her, over and over again. She came again, and again. He wasn’t far off it
himself, and when he did come, she climaxed with him, spurred on by the
sensation of his cum jetting into her womb.

Even as he came, he thrust hard into her, over and over again, his hot white
seed blasting deep inside her. And she came with him, clutching at him and
screaming his name at the top of her lungs.

Eventually, he got his wits back, and rolled off of Aisha, to the sound of
general applause. They both looked up to see Taylor, Alec, Emma, Madison and
Sophia – Emma and Madison looking particularly worn around the edges, and
Taylor looking remarkably smug – sitting or standing in a position to watch
them, and clapping loudly.

“It’s about fucking time,” remarked Sophia. “I’ve been watching you two, and
the sexual tension was fucking unbearable. I was gonna invite you both to bed,
just to get it over with.”

Taylor giggled; she had her arms around Emma, caressing her. Sophia was
likewise caressing Madison.

“I’ve got one thing to say,” declared Brian, with the utmost dignity, as he got
up.

“What’s that?” demanded Aisha..

Brian turned to her with a grin. “Seconds?”

“Ooh,” she said. “Ooh.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said. Picking her up, he slung her over his
shoulder, and carried her toward his bedroom. “We might be a while, guys,” he
said. “Don’t wait up.”

“Huh,” said Alec. “I think I’m jealous.”

“Don’t be,” said Sophia. “This is Madison. She’s willing to do anything you
tell her to do. What say we go and find out exactly how far that goes?”

“Ms Hess,” he said with a bow, “I like the way you think.” He took one of
Madison’s hands with his; Sophia took the other. Together, they led a somewhat
apprehensive-looking Madison toward his bedroom.

Taylor looked at Emma, and Emma looked back at Taylor.

“Well, you know,” said Taylor, “I’m still a bit pissed at you guys for what you
did. But not as pissed at you, as I was earlier.” She ran her hand over Emma’s
thighs. “Though I do think you need a bit more punishment,” she purred. “What
do you say?”

“Oh, yes please,” breathed Emma. “I love the way you punish me.” Getting up
from the sofa, she virtually dragged Taylor into her bedroom.

The door shut behind them.

***

In her room, Tattletale eased one earplug out, then jammed it back in as more
sounds of sexual abandon reverberated through the wall.

Fuck, she thought. Bitch had the right idea. I wonder if I can move in with
her?
***** Interlude: Lisa and Bitch *****
Chapter Summary
     Lisa becomes Bitch's bitch. This works for her.
Bitch looked up in annoyance as the dogs started barking loudly. A command
quieted them, and then she heard the knock on the door.

"Fuck," she grumbled. "I just got them settled, too."

With a whistle and a gesture, she called Brutus and Judas to her side; her
power started them growing as she stomped toward the door. Whoever this was,
she was gonna make them sorry they had trespassed on her territory ...

She flung the door open. About to order her dogs to attack, she paused. Lisa
stood there, but it wasn't a Lisa she was familiar with. Instead of her normal
chirpy, cheery, know-it-all expression, she looked worn. Tired. The circles
under her eyes showed that she hadn't been sleeping well. Her
whole body drooped. If she was a dog, her tail would be between her legs.

"Fuck," said Rachel. "What the fuck's happened to you?"

Lisa's eyes were downcast, her entire posture defeated. "Can I come in?
Please?"

For a moment, Bitch debated telling her to fuck off, but the body posture
reminded her too much of dogs she had rescued, that were at the end of their
strength. "Yeah, sure," she grunted. "Brutus, Judas, sit. Come on in."

Lisa entered, dragging a duffel bag behind her. Rachel frowned. "What the
fuck?" she asked. "You're not fucking moving in here."

"Please?" begged Lisa. "Just for a little while? I'll stay out of your way,
clean up after the dogs, help throw balls for them, whatever you want. But
I can't go back to the loft."

"Only if you tell me what the fuck is going on," Rachel said stubbornly.

Lisa sighed. "It's the three bitches. Sophia, Emma and Madison?". She glanced
at Rachel to make sure she understood. Rachel nodded once, fractionally. Lisa
took a breath. "Well, Aisha's brought them all back, and everyone's using them
as sex toys. Even Taylor."

She slumped to her knees and clasped her hands over her temples. "There's too
much sex going around. I'm picking up on all of it. Way too much information. I
had to get away. I haven't been able to sleep for two days."

Her distress was obvious. Rachel frowned again. "Why not just get laid then?"
she asked practically. "You desperately want a fuck; I can tell that from
here."

"But I can't!". Lisa's voice was almost a wail. "Any time I start getting
intimate with a guy, I get all the information. Everything! It totally ruins
the mood!"

Bitch eyed her. She'd seen female dogs in this state. In heat, desperate for
release, but unable to let it happen willingly. Too nervous, too frightened,
whatever.

She'd be of no use to Rachel in this state. Something had to be done.

"Fine," she grunted. She grabbed Lisa by the arm, dragged her to her feet.
"Come on."

“What?” said Lisa. “What’s going on? What are you doing?”

Bitch ignored her; she more or less dragged Lisa into the room she slept in,
pushed her on to the mattress she used as her bed. “Strip.” She shrugged out of
her own jacket, peeled off the undershirt she wore. Her breasts came free,
stretching and bobbing as she lifted the shirt over her head and dropped it to
the floor. Then she kicked off her boots.

“What the fuck?” asked Lisa. “You can’t seriously be intending to have sex with
me. I’m not even into girls.”

“Nor am I,” said Bitch pragmatically, kicking one boot, then the other, across
the room, where they hit the wall. She undid her jeans. “You need a fuck. So do
I. Fucking strip, or I’ll cut the clothes off of you.”

Lisa must have realised that she was serious; she began to pull her t-shirt
off. Rachel stepped out of her jeans, kicked her panties off, and joined her on
the mattress. Lisa had some kind of fancy bra on; Bitch didn’t have much use
for them. It wasn’t that her breasts were too small, but it was one more thing
she had to worry about. So most days she didn’t bother.

By the time she had Lisa’s bra off, the girl was down to her panties. She
turned to Rachel. “Are you sure about this –“ she began. Rachel grabbed her and
kissed her, hard.

Lisa wasn’t a bad kisser, once she got over the surprise. Rachel had screwed a
couple of boys, and a girl once, just to see what it was like. She preferred
guys. But there was always the problem that they’d think there was more to it
than just scratching an itch. Like this. She hadn’t had some for a while, and
fingering herself just wasn’t cutting it any more. But Lisa knew shit. She’d
know what Rachel needed doing.

Lisa’s breath was taken away when Rachel kissed her. There was no softness, no
gentleness. It was like being kissed by a guy. Hard, unyielding, demanding. A
hand on her breast, squeezing. She was off-balance, instinctively trying to get
a read on the situation. Rachel was pulling her panties down, running a work-
roughened hand between her thighs.

It was simple. Rachel just wanted to fuck. She wasn’t about the tenderness,
about the cuddling afteward. She just wanted to get her rocks off, and to make
Lisa come a bunch in the meantime.

Tentatively, Lisa ran her hand over Rachel’s body. Hard, muscular, solid. Large
breasts, larger than her own. She pinched a nipple; Rachel inhaled, then kissed
her again. She was starting to feel something; Rachel’s hand between her legs,
squeezing her sex, rubbing her labia, was doing something to her. She kissed
Rachel back, feeling the beginnings of the abandonment. The desire. The
arousal.

Rachel was not a gentle lover. That was fine; gentle was not was Lisa needed.
She needed someone to take charge of her body, to push her into the orgasms she
desperately craved. Her body, its twitches, her moans, they were an open book
to Rachel. Her own power did not feed her the usual stream of squick-inducing
information from her partner; Rachel didn’t have any secret kinks that she
wished/hoped Lisa would fulfill. No expectations or disappointments – I wish
her tits were bigger. I want to fuck her up the ass.

Rachel just wanted to fuck and get it over with. That was it. The beginning and
end of it.

Lisa twitched, moaned, squirmed, felt Rachel’s hands squeezing her soft, pliant
body. Cupping and molding her breasts. Felt a finger slide between her labia,
penetrating her tight wet warmth.

“Oh god,” she moaned, and kissed Rachel again. Her nails raked over Rachel’s
broad back, her hands slid over the heavier girl’s buttocks, caressed her. She
felt for Rachel’s sex, ran her fingers through the thick bush that adorned it –
Bitch obviously didn’t believe in shaving – and caressed her labia. Rachel
shuddered and squeezed her breast, lowering her mouth to bite Lisa on the side
of the neck. 

Lisa pinched Rachel’s clitoris, then ran her fingers up and down between the
swollen labia, feeling the slippery juices already there. She pushed a finger
inside of her teammate, then a second one.

“Fuck,” growled Rachel. “Yes.”

Their naked bodies moved about one another on the bed; without speech, without
thought, they ended up in a sixty-nine position. Lisa was on the underside,
trapped by Rachel, dominated by her. Above her, Rachel’s slick-wet vagina and
labia; to either side, Rachel’s muscular thighs.

She knew what she had to do. She began to do it.

Rachel felt Lisa begin to lick at her, her tongue doing amazing things to
Rachel’s streaming sex. She lowered her head between Lisa’s splayed thighs, and
proceeded to return the favour. Her hands were free, and she slid a finger
between Lisa’s labia, making the blonde girl cry out and shudder, even as she
continued to eat Rachel’s pussy.

Lisa arched her back as Bitch slid one finger in and out of her vaginal canal,
over and over again; she moaned as another finger slid into her ass, spreading
her tight anal sphincter and giving her an entirely new set of sensations. And
still Rachel lapped and licked at her, driving her wild with arousal.

Rachel’s juices were thick and musky, and she had not washed in a few days, so
her scent permeated everywhere below her waist, but Lisa found it strangely
arousing. She smelled natural, and the more aroused Bitch became, the more her
juices flooded Lisa’s face. And what Rachel was doing to her – oh god – 

Lisa arched her back and came explosively, crying out as the sensations blasted
through her body and brain. She did her best to keep working on Rachel, pulling
herself up so that she could slide her tongue into the auburn-haired girl’s
vaginal canal.

This triggered Rachel’s orgasm; she shuddered, and let out a long, low moan.
Lisa kept it up, sliding her tongue up and down between Rachel’s well-distended
labia, then lashing it over her erect clitoris. Rachel came again and again;
Lisa’s well-honed instincts let her know what to do next to keep her going. She
ate out Rachel’s pussy, slid a finger into her ass, and reached under to
squeeze her breast.

However, Rachel got her revenge; she returned to ravaging Lisa’s well-eaten
labia, and drove her into another few orgasms before they both collapsed
panting to the bed. Rachel rolled off of Lisa, and they sprawled side by side
on the mattress.

“Well, fuck,” said Lisa, once she got her breath back. “I think I needed that.”

“Yeah,” said Rachel. “Me too.” She got up and started getting dressed. “I’ll
show you where the dog food is.”

Lisa smiled as she climbed off the mattress and reached for her panties. “We’ll
do this again?”

Rachel shrugged. “You need to get laid again, we’ll fuck. Don’t make a thing of
it.”

Lisa nodded. “I can live with that.”

Rachel didn’t answer; the conversation, as far as she was concerned, was over.

***

Rachel switched on the Coleman lantern. There was no electricity to Bitch’s
lair, as Lisa was finding out. But it was kind of cosy there, just the two of
them, with the dogs lying around. They sat on the mattress, side by side,
eating prepackaged meals. Lisa felt oddly grateful to Rachel for having taken
her in, for what they had done earlier that day.

It was weird. She didn’t feel attracted toward the stocky girl. Just ... she
knew they would have sex again. And she was good with that. She wanted to do
that. Because Rachel approached sex without expectations. For her, it just was.

She felt sore all over. She had rarely worked as hard as she had just this past
day. Feeding the dogs, picking up crap, throwing the balls, playing with them,
checking their ears and paws and mouths.

But it was kind of worth it. She wasn’t able to evaluate dogs on the level that
she could with humans, but she could still pick an unwell animal from a healthy
one, and one with a limp from one that had four good paws. Rachel hadn’t
praised her – she saved that for her dogs – but she had given Lisa an approving
nod, from time to time.

“Rachel ... Bitch ...” she said tentatively.

“What?” asked Rachel bluntly.

“I ... wanted to say. Thanks. For letting me stay here. And help. I’ve enjoyed
myself ...”

She broke off. Rachel was looking at her.

“Did you want to fuck again, is that it?” asked the auburn-haired girl
abruptly.

Lisa went to protest, to say no. And then she stopped herself, because Rachel’s
words had started a coiling of warmth in her stomach. And her no, of course
not! became mmm, yes please.

“Yeah,” she said. “I want to fuck again. If that’s okay with you.”

Rachel nodded. “We can do that,” she said.

Lisa smiled to herself, and peeled off her t-shirt.

***

Naked, they rolled apart, panting heavily, sheened with sweat. Lisa’s eyes were
wide and staring. What Rachel had done to her ... oh god. But it had been so
good, so very good.

Rachel leaned across and switched off the Coleman lantern. “Get some sleep,”
she ordered. “Big day tomorrow.”

Darkness fell across them, and Lisa curled up on the mattress. Rachel pulled a
tattered blanket over the both of them. It was natural to snuggle up to her;
natural that Rachel’s arms should find their way around Lisa’s naked body.

In this relationship, thought Lisa, I’m the bitch.

Bitch’s bitch.

I can live with that.

She fell asleep with a smile on her face.
***** The Final Countdown Part One *****
Chapter Summary
     Lisa decides that she likes it with Bitch, goes back to the
     Undersiders. Talks to Taylor, showers with her, fucks her. Suggests a
     final punishment to deal with the bitches.
Lisa eased into wakefulness. She was naked, as was Rachel. They lay close,
their bodies pressing together, limbs entwined, as befitted their ongoing
relationship.

Such as it was, Lisa corrected herself. They did not have a ‘relationship’ as
would be recognised by most couples. There was no sweetness, no romanticism.
Absent were the little lies that such couples would tell one another, and
pretend to believe. Rachel’s foreplay was abrupt and to the point; they never
made love. It was just sex between them; that was it, no finer feelings. They
fucked. It was as simple as that, and as satisfying.

It was exactly what Lisa needed, had needed for some time now. But she had been
blinded by the notion that she was attracted to boys, that girls could do
nothing for her. And farther, she had been stymied by her own power; once she
was sufficiently aroused, her concentration wavered, her barriers came down,
and all the unsavoury aspects of her potential lovers were revealed in full.

Bitch had no unsavoury aspects; at least, none that Lisa did not already know
in full. She now knew a great deal more about the auburn-haired girl than she
had before, all of it to do with what she liked to do in bed. All of which she
had done to Lisa, repeatedly. with Lisa’s enthusiastic cooperation.

It was easy for Lisa to figure out that Rachel was oriented to boys as well,
but she was less fixated on the idea of heterosexuality than Lisa had been.
When it came down to it, a good fuck was a good fuck, and whether it came about
via a penis, or with fingers and lips and tongue, she wasn’t so very picky.

Lisa had practised a little domination on Sophia, before Emma and Madison came
into the picture, and had masturbated herself to climax while making the dark-
skinned girl degrade herself, but she had never been dominated before, and nor
had she imagined that she might enjoy the experience. But being with Rachel had
been ... liberating.

Bitch cared nothing about social conventions, whether public or private. She
didn’t engage in roleplay, in teasing, in forcing Lisa to degrade herself. She
simply held her down and had sex with her. Lisa had found herself experiencing
the most spectacular orgasms of her life, leaving her to query what she had
been doing wrong all this time.

Lisa also knew that Bitch had no room for sentimentiality, for love, for human
attachment. If Lisa left, Rachel would accept it. If she came back and offered
to work for Rachel again, she would sleep with Rachel if she wished, or alone
if she so desired.

She knew what she would choose.

***

Lisa’s face was nuzzled into the curve of Bitch’s neck. The older girl smelled
earthy, a healthy female smell, unsullied by soap or perfume. She had not
bathed in a few days, and her natural odour was strong. Lisa found it to be
comforting, even relaxing. Free of pretensions.

One arm was under Rachel’s body, the other over her ribs. Rachel’s arms were
likewise about Lisa’s body, albeit relaxed in sleep. One hand cupped Lisa’s
buttock, almost possessive. Lisa decided that she liked that. It made her feel
strangely secure.

She knew that if she kissed or licked Rachel’s neck, the other girl would come
awake. There would be no lying in, relaxing in each others’ company. There
would either be sex, or getting up.

If she nipped Rachel’s neck, there would most definitely be sex. Rachel
responded most positively to such a dominance signal, leaving Lisa in no doubt
as to who was in charge. It was why Lisa had done it several times already.

She nipped Rachel’s neck.

***

Rachel surged upward, pinning Lisa down before she was quite awake. She looked
down at the blonde girl, held down by her much stronger arms, and kissed her;
it was hard, demanding. Lisa submitted to the kiss, compliant, yielding, even
as Rachel’s muscular thigh pressed hard beween hers. She felt herself
responding to the rough handling, felt herself grow wet. Whimpered slightly in
her throat at the arousal that Rachel could force her to feel.

“Again?” growled Bitch, rubbing herself hard on Lisa’s thigh. Their breasts
pressed together, the nipples hardening as Rachel forced Lisa to submit to
another kiss. “You keep trying that, this shit is just gonna keep happening.”
She forced Lisa’s hands together over her head, held her wrists together with
just one hand.

Lisa struggled feebly in Rachel’s grasp, felt the fingers rubbing her labia,
parting them, sliding into her. She arched her back, felt herself welcome the
intrusion, felt the pleasure begin to surge through her.

Oh, she thought, I hope it does.

Rachel nipped at her neck, quite hard, and Lisa cried out as she came.

And then Rachel released her wrists, and began to really go to town on her.

***

Rachel sat on the side of the bed, pulling her undershirt on over her naked
breasts. Lisa felt around for her own bra, sat up to put it on.

“I need to go and do stuff today,” Lisa said. “I might be back tonight.”

“Whatever,” grunted Rachel. She got up and found her underwear; Lisa found
herself admiring the view as she bent over to put it on. “You go, you go. You
come back, you come back. I don’t give a fuck.”

And she didn’t. Lisa found that strangely endearing. Her relationships with the
other Undersiders were complicated for the most part. She’d barely had a
relationship with Rachel, until now. And as off-the-wall as it was, it seemed
to her to be the one she valued the most. Other than her older-sister thing
with Taylor, of course. But when she had left, Taylor seemed to be well into
having hate sex with her former tormentors. It seemed not even Taylor needed
her any more.

If that was the case, then Lisa would remain a member of the Undersiders, of
course. But she would spend her nights being Bitch’s bitch.

***

By the time she was dressed, Rachel was out of the room, dealing with her dogs.

That was Rachel all over; no sentimentality, except for her canine companions.
Humans she could care less about.

Lisa let herself out of Rachel’s lair and trekked back to the Undersiders’
loft. She hoped that by the time she got back, they would have gotten most of
it out of their systems, and would be at least confining themselves to the
bedrooms.

She also had a distinct feeling that the hope was in vain, but she had to be
optimistic.

***

Imp sprawled back on the sofa, her hands rubbing and squeezing her taut young
breasts. Her legs were wide open, her head thrown back; she emitted gasps of
pure pleasure. Emma Barnes knelt between her thighs, face down at her groin,
lips and tongue working busily. At the same time, she slid a dildo in and out
of Aisha’s tight anal passage, causing the dark-skinned young girl to add extra
emphasis to her gasps.

Aisha held tight to the leash that led to the collar around Emma’s neck. From
time to time, she tugged on it, to remind Emma who was in charge. Emma was, of
course, otherwise naked; her full breasts swung back and forth under her as she
worked at Aisha’s streaming sex.

From Brian’s bedroom came the sounds of masculine grunting, interspersed with
feminine cries of passion. Regent lay on his back, with Madison firmly impaled
on his erect penis, and Brian behind her. She was bent forward, eyes wide,
moaning loudly as Brian worked his thick erection in and out between her
widely-stretched buttocks.

The collar around her neck bit in as Brian pulled back on the leash attached to
it, forcing her to straighten up and clench her anal passage around the dark-
skinned young man’s intruding penis. She cried out with mingled pleasure and
pain as he forced himself deeper inside her, driving hard between her soft,
yielding buttocks.

Taylor emerged from the small bathroom, hair still damp, water droplets
standing on her naked skin. She led a submissive Sophia behind her with
spiteful little jerks on the leash that attached to the collar about Sophia’s
neck. Sophia was just as naked, just as obviously recently showered, but Taylor
had a secret grin on her face, while Sophia was keeping her eyes downcast and
careful not to give offence. Painful-looking welts across her breasts and
buttocks offered a clue as to why she might be acting in this way.

“So what else can you do to show that you’re sorry?” Taylor purred. “How else
can I put you in your place, Sophia?”

Sophia winced. “I can eat you out again, if you want,” she offered in a low
tone.

“Pff,” Taylor scoffed. “You already did that this morning, and anyway, Madison
does it better. Shit, Emma does it better.”

“Fuck yeah, she does!” sang out Aisha from the sofa. “Keep this up, Emma bitch,
and I might just let Brian fuck you again.”

From the sounds of her moans, Emma promptly redoubled her efforts.

Taylor spread her hands. “I’m waiting.”

“You can fuck me?” offered Sophia.

Taylor rolled her eyes. It went without saying that this had already happened.
Repeatedly.

“Up the ass?” added Sophia. “Without lube?” She grimaced at the thought, but
she really didn’t want Taylor in an inventive mood. She got mean.

“Hm,” responded Taylor. “I could do that. Fetch the dildo. The big one.”

“The … big … one?” repeated Sophia carefully, hoping that she had heard
wrongly.

Taylor grinned wolfishly. “The big one.”

Sophia looked stricken.

This was gonna hurt.

***

Lisa trotted up the spiral staircase and entered the loft, to a scene of
general debauchery. Not a stitch of clothing could be seen, except where strewn
on the floor, obviously discarded before Lisa left, and not yet retrieved.
Aisha was lying back on the sofa, legs twined around Emma’s neck, as Emma
worked enthusiastically at her sopping young pussy.

Taylor had Sophia bent over the coffee table, and was busily working a thick
dildo in between the dusky-skinned girl’s taut buttocks. Sophia was doing her
best to hide a grimace of pain, but it was there. The dildo was several inches
into her, stretching her already well-worked anal sphincter to new levels of
expansion. Taylor looked determined to embed the entire length into Sophia’s
rectal passage.

From Brian’s open bedroom door came the sound of loud grunting and moaning, and
the squeaking of bedsprings. Lisa immediately knew exactly what was going on in
there, and to whom. She also knew that Madison would be quite unable to walk
for some time thereafter.

What surprised her was the lack of discomfort that this knowledge gave her.
Thanks to Bitch, she had been fucked into insensibility more than once over the
last twenty-four hours, and she was well satiated. What she was observing now
could no more excite sexual tension in her than an offer of a sandwich could
generate hunger in a man who has just eaten a six-course banquet.

However, she also saw what was going on, and realised that it would continue
going on for some time, unless she stepped in. It would be better all round for
the girls if a balance could be reached, rather than Taylor continuing to find
new reasons to punish them for their sins.

“Hey, Taylor,” she said casually, strolling past where the slender girl was
still working the dildo into Sophia’s well-stretched ass. “Can I talk to you a
moment?”

“Can it wait?” Taylor asked, giving a thrust with her hips that drove the dildo
another inch inside Sophia, and caused the dark-skinned girl to grunt with
concealed pain.

“Not really,” Lisa told her. “I just had an idea for something to do to them.”

Them meaning the Three Bitches, of course.

Taylor considered that, then looked down at Sophia. “Stay there,” she ordered,
unstrapping the dildo, and letting it hang down, still protruding from her
hard-used ass. Sophia nodded, her head hanging down, grateful at the reprieve.

Taylor stood and looked Lisa up and down. “Wow, you look … relaxed. And like
you need a shower,” she said with a grin.

“Correct on both counts,” Lisa replied. “Want to come talk to me while I
shower?”

“Hell,” grinned Taylor, “I’ll scrub your back if you want.”

“You’re into girls now?” Lisa commented as she led the way into the bathroom
and began disrobing.

“Kinda,” Taylor admitted. “Having sex with Aisha is fun, and the three bitches
always do their best to make me cum as hard as I can. But boys are fun too.”
She flashed Lisa a grin as the blonde dropped her underwear on the floor. “I’ve
been to bed with Brian and Alec both, but not at the same time.”

“Aisha doesn’t object?” asked Lisa, as they both stepped into the shower
cubicle. Taylor turned on the water.

“Fuck no,” Taylor told her. “She pulled me into bed with her and Alec, and they
ganged up on me. I didn’t know who was doing my ass and who was doing my pussy,
but they both did me both ways.”

She caressed Lisa’s buttock as the water ran over the both of them; Lisa read
it more as an automatic action than a conscious effort to seduce her. Lisa
didn’t mind; it felt nice, and reminded her of Bitch. She kissed Taylor, who
responded.

They soaped each other over thoroughly, while exchanging caresses and kisses.
Lisa kept it light, playful. She could endure a certain amount now, and it was
fun to be doing it with Taylor, who didn’t even know what it meant when Lisa
nipped her on the side of the neck.

“So, you wanted to talk?” murmured Taylor, as Lisa ran a soapy cloth teasingly
between her thighs.

“Yeah,” Lisa responded, murmuring in pleasure as Taylor caressed her own
thighs. “I figured out how you can punish them once and for all, and basically
settle down to fucking them all day, instead of looking for more ways to hurt
them.”

The look Taylor gave her was open and vulnerable. “Please?” she asked softly.
“I want to forgive them, but I keep remembering how they hurt me …”

Lisa took her face between her hands, and kissed her firmly, a promise. Taylor
wrapped her arms around Lisa’s body and kissed her back fervently, fiercely.
Lisa felt herself responding, felt her barriers beginning to drop. Taylor was
not as simple, not as direct as Bitch. She had needs, wants, urges, that Lisa
didn’t want to know about …

“Out of the shower,” she said, her voice tight, urgent. Taylor stumbled out
with her; Lisa snatched up a strap-on that some thoughtful soul had left in the
bathroom. “Bend over the bench,” she ordered Taylor; startled, Taylor obeyed,
pushing her slim, spare buttocks back at Lisa, invitingly, teasingly.

Lisa hurriedly strapped the dildo on to her hips, and got behind Taylor. “I
can’t make love with you,” she told her best friend, “but I can fuck you. So
hold on.”

Taylor cried out as the dildo thrust hard into her dripping wet vaginal canal,
pushing deep within her. Lisa held her hips hard as she thrust with the dildo,
driving deep inside her, over and over again. As she had promised, there was no
softness, no gentleness. Lisa got no pleasure, no arousal, from watching the
dildo disappear between Taylor’s labia. But she did get immense satisfaction
from the act of fucking her hard, feeling her tense and clench up, her back
arch, as the orgasm ripped through her body.

Lisa stepped back into the cubicle and finished her shower while Taylor
recovered, slumped against the bench, looking dazedly at the dildo which Lisa
had discarded beside her.

***

“… and that should do it,” she concluded, drying herself off, and starting to
dress. Taylor nodded, absently reaching out to caress her full, rounded breast.
Lisa grinned and slapped her hand away. 

“No more,” she told Taylor. “It was hard enough for me to do what I just did
without you groping me, you letch.”

“Okay, fine, I’ll be good,” Taylor agreed. “But how did you even manage to do
that? Normally, you would have run a mile.”

Lisa shrugged. “Bitch.”

“Bitch?” asked Taylor. “I don’t get it.”

“Bitch saw that I was in a bad way, dragged me into bed, and fucked me to a
standstill,” Lisa explained. “She’s the only one who can. She doesn’t have all
the complexities that you guys have. With her, fucking is fucking. There’s no
subtext.”

“Which is why I’ll be careful sitting down for a while,” Taylor grinned. “So,
you and Bitch, huh?”

Lisa nodded. “Me and Bitch.”

“She happy with the arrangement?”

“She lets me sleep with her. We fuck. I’d say she’s got no complaints.”

Taylor nodded. “Your point is made.”

Lisa grinned. “But I’ll be stealing one of your dildos. I want to surprise
Bitch. She likes cock; well, I’ll bring one home for her.”

Taylor nodded. “Sure.” She put her hand behind Lisa’s head, pulled their faces
together, and kissed her, a warm and pleasant pressure of the lips. “Thanks for
fucking me like that,” she murmured. “We’re going to have to do it again
sometime.”

Lisa smiled and mussed Taylor’s hair. “Sometime, yeah,” she agreed. She
gestured to the bathroom door. “Shall we?”

Taylor grinned as she opened it. “This is the first time it’s been closed since
you left. Watching people fuck in the shower is kind of a sport around here.”

Lisa rolled her eyes. “I wish I could say that comes as a surprise.”

***

Taylor clapped her hands once for attention. “Right!” she said loudly. “It’s
come to my attention that I’m punishing the three bitches a little too much. So
the time has come for them to get the final punishment. Lisa here has
graciously provided the solution.”

Silence, broken only by soft moans from Aisha as Brian and Alec molested her,
one from each side. She didn’t seem to be objecting.

The three girls, kneeling obediently in front of the sofa with their leashes
dangling before them, looked attentively up at Taylor.

Emma raised her hand hesitantly. Taylor paused a long moment, then nodded.
“Yes?”

“Uh … what do we have to do?” ventured the red-headed girl. “And will you still
be fucking us?”

“Of course we’ll be fucking you,” Taylor told her. “Unless you want to go home,
of course.”

Emma shook her head. “I want to stay. But it will be nice not to be punished.”

Taylor smiled. “You may regret saying that. You see, the final punishment will
go like this …”

***

Lisa took off the last of her clothing, and lay down on Taylor’s bed. The three
girls stood outside the bedroom, shrinking back from the living carpet of bugs
on the floor, the walls and the ceiling. As Lisa arranged herself, the bugs
descended upon her, covering her body in a living tide of chitin. She closed
her eyes, imagining Bitch’s rough caresses, the nips to the side of her neck,
the forceful sex.

She felt the bugs crawling all over her, forcing their way into her secret
orifices, pleasuring her in ways that she had never believed possible. Pincers
nipped, stingers bereft of venom punctured her sensitive spots, and she arched
her back and moaned in release.

“Holy shit,” said Sophia.

“That’s horrible,” muttered Madison.

“I don’t believe she’s letting them do that,” Emma whispered.

“But how is this punishing us?” asked Sophia.

Taylor grinned. “Stay and watch. She’s going to be in there an hour. You get to
watch the whole time.”

“And …?” asked Madison.

“And then you’re next,” Taylor told her.

Laughing out loud at the ashen looks on the faces of all three girls, she went
back to where Brian and Alec were in the process of double-teaming Aisha, very
thoroughly indeed.

“Save some for me, boys,” she declared. “I’m gonna need it.”

Her bugs covering every inch of Lisa’s skin as they were, gave her an
unparalleled mental image of the blonde’s very shapely figure. And as her bugs
inflamed her and drove her from one orgasm to the next, the feedback was making
Taylor very horny indeed.
***** The Final Countdown Part Two *****
Chapter Summary
     Taylor has a foursome with Aisha, Alec and Brian. Lisa introduces the
     three bitches to bug sex. Brian fucks Lisa.
Taylor didn’t like Alec much as a person, but she had to admit, he could kiss
like a champion. His hands on her body were turning her on almost as much as
her personal imagery of what her bugs were doing to Lisa in the bedroom.

She was lying on the bed with Alec, Aisha and Brian; the brother and sister
were paying each other as much attention as they were paying her, but she had
no complaints. Her own hands were full, literally; one was cupping Aisha’s
sensitive breast, while the other was lightly stroking Brian’s fully erect
penis.

The three sets of hands on her body were driving her wild; she could feel her
face flushing, her body reacting. Her labia were already distended, her thighs
slippery with her secretions. She wanted sex, and she wanted it now.

“Who am I going to suck, and who’s going to fuck me?” she wanted to know.

“You can suck my cock,” Regent offered. “Saves me from having to do any work.”

Taylor grinned. “Sounds about right. Aisha, if I’m sucking Alec’s cock, do you
want to fuck my pussy or my ass?”

“I’ll take your pussy,” Aisha decided. “Big bro can have your ass.”

Taylor kissed Aisha, sucking on the younger girl’s tongue for a moment. She
felt Brian’s large, strong hands on her back and buttocks, caressing,
squeezing, probing, and she gasped. All of a sudden, she very definitely wanted
to spend more time with Brian, his rampant erection sliding into whatever
orifice he wanted to use with her.

He had already had her ass – she had been taken by all three of them, every way
she could have been taken, and she had loved every minute of it – but there was
something about the way that he opened her up, stretched her tightest orifice,
that she couldn’t get enough of.

She felt fingers slide into her vaginal canal, and decided that they must be
Aisha’s. Moaning, she opened her legs farther and ground down on the fingers.
Aisha kissed her again.

She felt herself being lifted up, straddling Aisha, as the thick dildo prodded
at her wet and willing vagina. Again, she kissed the dark-skinned girl as she
slowly slid down on to the plastic phallus, feeling it penetrate her, stretch
her vaginal passage.

“Hey,” Regent reminded her. “My cock’s not gonna suck itself, you know.”

“Sorry,” she mumbled, kissing Aisha one more time, then the two of them set
about licking and sucking on Alec’s erect penis; Taylor nibbled on the swollen
glans, while Aisha ran her lips and tongue over his shaft. From his strangled
groans, Alec had no complaints about the double attention.

Taylor pushed herself down upon Aisha’s dildo, feeling it penetrate her
completely; her pubic mound came into contact with the younger girl’s, and she
began to work herself up and down on it. Spikes of pure pleasure radiated
through her brain as she felt Aisha rubbing at her labia, tweaking her clitoris
for good measure.

Brian’s hands were still caressing and fondling her back, cupping her buttocks,
spreading them. She shivered at the sensations, wanting him to keep doing it,
more, to touch her all over ...

And then the tip of his penis intruded ever so gently between her buttocks,
pressing on her tight brown pucker. She relaxed involuntarily, allowing him to
push into her, spreading her anal sphincter, opening her up, wider ... wider
... her eyes widened as well ... oh my god, how big is he?

She sucked more and more of Alec’s penis into her mouth in involuntary
reaction; Alec groaned and arched his back as the tip of his cock slid into her
throat. At the same time, she drove herself down hard on to Aisha’s dildo. And
Brian kep pushing into her, the tip of his penis spreading her ass-cheeks
farther and farther apart, until she felt as though a log were pushing into
her.

She felt it when his head popped inside her; the sensation made her whimper
with a sensation that was like pain, only better. Much, much better.

Her lips and tongue slid up and down Regent’s throbbing erection, while Aisha
licked and nibbled on his scrotum. Her own hips worked independently of her
volition, lifting her up and down so that the thick dildo strapped to Aisha’s
hips fucked deeply into her slippery wetness, over and over again.

And Brian’s strong hands held on to her hips, and as always, it was a surprise
and a pleasure to have him pushing his cock into her ass; she felt him sliding
into her, inch after inch disappearing between her tightly-stretched buttocks,
and she felt the warmth spreading through her as he filled up her rectal
passage.

This was gonna be monumental.

***

Lisa stumbled from the room, the last bugs scurrying off of her naked body.
Tiny red marks all over her skin showed up where she had been pleasured by the
chitinous mass; the dreamy look in her eyes indicated that she was still
somewhat blitzed out on the series of orgasms to which she had been subjected.

“Okay,” she told the girls. “In you come.”

“But there’s only one bed,” objected Madison.

Lisa grinned. “Oh, I’ll be using the bed. You three will have other
accommodations.”

“Other accommodations?” asked Emma incautiously.

“What do we have to do?” asked Sophia practically. “I want to just fuck and be
fucked. No more of this punishment shit. Tell us what we have to do.”

Lisa nodded. “That’s fair.” She indicated a bar affixed to the wall, a little
above head height. “Take hold of that.”

Obediently, the girls took hold of the bar.

“No, no,” Lisa admonished them. “Facing outward. I want to be able to see your
faces. And spread your legs.”

They turned around, and took hold of the bar once more. Each of them spread her
legs as wide as she was able. This was not, given the events over the last few
days, a posture with which they were totally unfamiliar.

“What now?” asked Emma, then jumped a little.

“Oh shit,” whimpered Madison, as spiders swarmed over her wrists and hands.

“They’ll only bite if you let go,” Lisa warned them. All three girls tightened
their grips on the bar.

When the spiders retreated, all three had their hands webbed securely to the
bar. Moreover, while they were focusing their attention upward, they had not
noticed more spiders affixing their feet to the floor in much the same way.

Lisa lay back on the bed.

“Now,” she purred, her eyes fixed on the three girls, “the bugs come out to
play.”

***

Taylor alternated kissing Aisha with sucking and slurping on Regent’s rigid
member. Behind her, Brian drove his hugely erect penis deep within her rectum,
filling her up with every powerful stroke. She could not believe how good it
felt, what he was doing to her.

Her vagina contracted powerfully around the dildo strapped to Aisha’s hips as
she worked her hips up and down, pushing it hard into her slippery depths. She
felt another orgasm blast through her; she broke off from Regent’s penis,
working her hand up and down the shaft, to suckle and nip at Aisha’s breasts.
Aisha groaned and bucked her hips upward, driving the dildo deep into her well-
used vagina.

“Fuck ... Taylor ... you’re ... tight,” panted Brian as he continued to stroke
his thick member into her tightest hole. She nearly sobbed with pleasure as he
rammed himself home inside her, again and again, pushing back against him to
feel his thrusts even more keenly.

“Don’t talk,” she mumbled around Regent’s penis. “Just fuck me.”

And so he did.

She could feel the dildo in her vagina; Brian’s cock in her ass. And she could
also feel not only Lisa, but the other three, her bugs mapping out their bodies
to the nearest fraction of an inch. As she moved the bugs, it was as if she was
caressing their very bodies ...

She came again, and then again.

***

Lisa lay back on the bed, with bugs crawling over her body. Sophia was stoic,
letting it happen. Emma was keeping a tight control over her body, not letting
herself react. But Madison was whimpering, trying to cringe away from the
things that were walking on her soft, tender skin. Over her small, hard
breasts. Up between her thighs. Over the exquisitely tender skin of her labia.

At first, they just teased and tickled. Lisa lay back and let it happen; Sophia
seemed to be getting into it after a while, but both Emma and Madison were too
tense to get any pleasure out of it.

Lisa felt her first orgasm approaching, and arched her back as it hit, crying
out softly nnd pinching her own nipples. She saw Sophia also reacting, catching
her breath, letting it happen. She saw the fear, the revulsion in the eyes of
the other two, and that excited her also, in a darker, more twisted way.

She had gone through three orgasms, and Sophia had gone through a second one by
the time Emma and Madison managed to relax.

“More bugs, I think,” Lisa announced out loud.

***

Taylor heard her, and gave the appropriate mental command. She also went back
to sucking Regent enthusiastically; moments later, she felt him jerk in her
mouth. She pulled back, just as he came; hot white cum spattered her face, and
Aisha’s.

Still swimming in pleasure from the feeling of being double-penetrated so
thoroughly, she helped Aisha lick him clean, then licked Aisha’s face clean.
Aisha did the same for her.

And then Brian grabbed her hips once more, drove his cock deep between her
buttocks, and came. She felt the white seed spurting into her bowels, filling
her up as he continued to fuck her. His cock drove into her overstretched anus,
over and over again, as his cum jetted from the head of his penis.

She arched her back as he did so; the feeling of being penetrated so deeply, of
his cum filling her so completely, drove her into yet another orgasm.

When at last he finished, leaving the hot fluid inside her belly, he slumped
over her, panting. Slowly, he slid out of her, his cock followed by a trickle
of white as her overstretched anal sphincter slowly contracted once more.

Turning her head as he slid off her to lie beside her, she kissed him, slowly
and tenderly, even as Aisha continued to fuck her overworked vagina
mercilessly.

***

Lisa arched her back and came once more, the bugs nipping and pinching her in a
most arousing and sensuous fashion. Webbed in place, Sophia also came; she
arched her back, her firm breasts stretching and deforming as she cried out in
release.

Emma was starting to let it happen, feeling what the bugs were doing, accepting
the pleasure. Her voice was starting to let out in little whimpers of pleasure.
Bugs crawled between her labia, exciting the secret places of her body. A bull
ant nipped at her clitoris, and she arched her back, almost cumming on the
spot.

Madison was trying not to cry; she could not stand this, but she could not
escape it either. Her body was too tense, her fear too overwhelming, to let
herself relax and enjoy it.

Lisa watched her, enjoying her fear, feeling another orgasm building inside
her.

***

Aisha pulled Taylor over until she was lying on her back, with Aisha on top.
She lifted Taylor’s legs on to her shoulders, and then she began to really ram
the dildo home. Taylor gasped; in this position, Aisha could get it deeper,
push it into her harder, and in general really fuck her properly.

Helpless with pleasure, she stared dazedly up at the younger girl as the dildo
slid into her well-fucked pussy, over and over again. She was totally at
Aisha’s mercy ... and she loved it.

***

Lisa was now covered in bugs; every inch of her, save for her eyes and mouth,
was clothed in a chittering mound of insects. She twitched as she came again
and again; bugs were crawling inside her, literally invading her most sensitive
orifices, driving her insane with lust. Her every nerve ending swam with sexual
pleasure.

Sophia, likewise covered, felt the bugs within her and came; she moaned as she
felt the tiny legs, the pincers, the stingers, do their best to bring her to
the peak of pleasure.

Emma finally came, feeling her body loosen, let go, react to the pleasure. She
felt pincers close on her nipples, others nipping at her clitoris and labia. A
centipede forced itself a little way into her anus, and then withdrew; she
relaxed and let it happen. Cockroaches pushed into her vaginal canal; she
moaned, and felt another orgasm approaching.

Madison didn’t know what was happening. She was terrified, but her body was
reacting against her will. Things were happening to her, to her body, to her
vagina and breasts and anus, things that she knew she should shy away from. But
she could not. And the pleasure ...

She came, for the first time since she had entered the room, and her cry echoed
her pleasure and self-disgust.

***

Taylor wrapped her arms and legs around Aisha and kissed her, as the dildo
pummelled her to one last series of mind-shattering orgasms. Aisha slumped,
panting, as Taylor lay there, feeling as though she was going to ooze right
into the bedclothes.

She felt the dildo sliding out of her, registered Aisha rolling off of her. No;
she was being rolled off of her, by Alec. Taylor lay and watched as Alec, not
even bothering to remove Aisha’s dildo, bent her over the bed and took her from
behind. Aisha was too tired to move, to respond; she just lay there, with a
dopey grin on her face, as her ass was pummeled from behind.

***

The insects had retreated; the three girls hung limp from their bonds,
exhausted by their trials. Lisa, equally wasted, lay on the bed.

And then she felt a hand, a mouth, touching her, caressing her, licking the
sweat from her body.

She was too tired to move, to protest; and in any case, why would she protest?
This felt good.

She felt her legs being parted, someone climbing on top of her. She let her
legs fall farther open; if Taylor wanted to have sex with her, then she had no
objection.

But it wasn’t Taylor. It was Brian. Lisa realised that as she felt the thick
penis sliding into her. Her eyes opened wide as she looked up at his smiling
face. She looked down, to see his erection spreading her labia, penetrating her
vaginal canal.

“Oh god,” she gasped. “Brian -!”

But she did not push him away, did not reject him. Her mind was still blasted
by the orgasms she had just experienced; her power was barely even functioning
right about now. And she so wanted to feel his cock inside of her.

She pulled him down to her, kissed him, as he entered her, sliding his thick
member all the way up inside her. She gasped as he filled her up; she had never
had sex with a man before, and this was a very, very new experience for her.

When he started thrusting into her, she lost it altogether, clawing at his back
as she cried out in abandonment. He gave it everything he had, driving his cock
deep inside her as she responded to him, kissing her, suckling on her taut
breasts.

She came as he fucked her, came violently and repeatedly, and he kept at it.
She felt the violence of his thrusts, and welcomed them. Enjoyed them. Bit his
shoulder when she came again, wrapping her legs around his hips.

Eventually, he came, but only after he had blasted her through a dozen
climactic events of her own. She felt his semen spurting into her womb, and
orgasmed again, clinging to him as to a rock in a storm.

They lay, side by side, on the bed afterward. Her mind was singing with the
after-effects of the sex, the pleasure they had shared.

“That was kind of sudden,” she murmured.

He nodded. “Taylor told me it had to be this way. If you had time to think
about it, you wouldn’t have done it.”

She smiled. “I’ll have to think of some way special to thank her.”

He kissed her. “I’m sure you’ll think of a way.”

She grinned. “Me too.”

Hand in hand, they got up and strolled from the room. No longer lovers, but
just a little more than friends.

The silence in the room stretched on, then Emma looked around.

“Hey,” she called out. “What about us?”
***** The Final Countdown Part Three *****
Chapter Summary
     Taylor unveils the final test; giant worms. Each girl passes the
     test, eventually. Lisa goes back to Rachel. The End.
Taylor leaned back on the table and looked at her three sex slaves, arrayed in
a neat row for her. Each of them knelt before her, still showing the marks and
welts where they'd been nipped and pleasured by the bugs, not so long ago.
Bearing similar marks, but looking far more relaxed, Lisa sprawled naked on the
sofa, her head on Aisha's lap.

"Okay," she announced. "Last stage of the final punishment happens right now.
You get through it, you're forgiven. You can stay, or go, as you wish. If you
don't ... well, we keep the collars on you. It's really your choice."

Predictably, Sophia spoke up first. "If we pass, and stay, we can fuck each
other?"

Taylor nodded. "If you pass, and stay, you can hold me down and fuck me up the
ass with a dildo, if you have a mind to."

All three girls stared at her, eyes widening. Sophia spoke quickly. "Then point
me at it."

Taylor smiled. "It's really simple. That room you were just in?"

Sophia nodded. "Yeah?"

"Well, you gotta go back in there."

Sophia shrugged. "You already tied us up in there once. No surprises there."

Taylor shook her head. "You don't get it. You walk in there. You walk to the
bed. You lie down on the bed. You open your legs. And then you stay there for
as long as you can stand it. If you stay there long enough ... you pass."

Emma spoke up. "Uh ... wait. We're not being tied down?"

Taylor shook her head again. "Nope. Free to walk out at any time. But if you
do, you have to start all over again."

Madison blinked. "Where's the catch?"

Taylor showed her teeth in what might have been a grin. "Go in there and find
out."

"Okay!" snapped Madison. "I will!" Jumping to her feet, she headed for the
room. Emma went to rise as well, but Sophia put a hand on her arm and shook her
head.

<><>

The bugs started to swarm as soon as Madison entered the room. Somewhat to her
apprehension, someone pushed the door shut, blocking out all available light.
She could feel the bugs climbing her legs, a million tickling, crawling
sensations, even as she felt her way toward the bed.

There were no bugs on the mattress; or at least, not until she lay down and got
comfortable. Taking a deep breath, she relaxed her body and spread her legs.
She could feel the bugs beginning to swarm over her, nipping, pinching,
scratching with their tiny legs. They ran over her face, so that she had to
close her mouth and eyes, and breathe through her nose. They ran over her firm
breasts, occasionally nipping at her nipples. And they ventured between her
thighs, running over her labia, and the exquisitely sensitive flesh between.

I can get used to this. I can get used to this.

The bugs swarmed. She felt their numbers increasing, knew that there was not an
inch of her body not covered by bugs of some sort. They were nipping at her,
teasing her, pinching her sensitive spots. She felt the pleasure growing,
although the incipient hysteria was also rising.

And then something hard and rounded pressed between her labia. To her horror,
she felt something intrude into her body, sliding between her thighs and into
her vaginal canal.

That's not a bug. That's something else. And it's inside me.

She screamed.

<><>

Madison came stumbling out of the room, still screaming, shedding bugs from
every inch of her body. They hit the floor, and ran back into the room.

"What's the matter, Madison?" asked Taylor almost genially. She was seated on
the sofa; Emma was busy eating her out, while Sophia was engaged in taking Emma
from behind with a strap-on. Lisa was watching with some bemusement; noises
from the bedroom indicated that Aisha was being double-teamed by her brother
and her boyfriend. Again.

"What's that in there?" blurted Madison. "It's not a bug! It had tentacles! It
put one in me!"

Taylor smiled and shook her head. "I have nothing with tentacles, Madison." She
arched her back and grunted. "Oh god, right there, Emma. Good girl." As if with
a pet dog, she patted Emma on the head; Emma wriggled with pleasure at the
praise. Or perhaps it was the way Sophia was pushing the dildo into her wet and
willing vagina.

"Then what was it?" demanded Madison.

Taylor raised an eyebrow and looked at her. Sophia reacted; pulling the dildo
from Emma, which elicited a startled cry from the redhead, she stepped over and
slapped Madison, hard. "Respect," she growled.

Abruptly, Madison went to on her knees, looking at the ground. "Uh, if you want
to tell me," she added submissively. "I apologise for the outburst."

Taylor sighed. "Well, you lasted only five minutes. You get to try again after
the others have had their shot." She looked down at Emma. "You're doing a
really good job there, but if you or Sophia want to try it next ... ?"

Emma looked up at her. "If I could?" she asked humbly.

Taylor smiled and ruffled her hair. "Of course you can. But come here for a
kiss, first."

Emma obediently got up and kissed Taylor, who cupped her breasts and squeezed
them. The kiss lasted for some little time, then Emma straightened and headed
for the room. 

Taylor waved her hand negligently. "Madison, for some reason, I'm not being
eaten out. You want to fix that?"

Hurriedly, Madison got down on all fours in front of Taylor, and began to lick
and slurp at her obscenely displayed labia. Taylor arched her back and
grunted. "Oh yeah. Sophia, fuck her in the ass while she's doing it."

Sophia smiled, and got down behind Madison. The petite girl's eyes went very
wide when the dildo began to slide between her soft rounded buttocks, and she
squeaked, far back in her throat. Gripping her hips, Sophia began to thrust
into Madison's yielding ass, slowly at first and then harder and harder.

<><>
Emma ventured into the room; the door was pushed shut behind her, and she was
left in the dark. She knew where the bed was, so she began to pick her way
across to it, bugs skittering out of her way, so that she never crushed a
single one. But every time she put her foot down, she felt them climbing up the
smooth skin of her legs, up her ankles, over her knees, up her thighs.
Especially the inside of her thighs. Heading toward her pussy, as if drawn to a
magnet.
They were starting to nip and pinch at her labia, and further up, at her
nipples, by the time she got to the bed. Biting her lip, she lay down,
carefully spreading her legs as she had been instructed. She closed her eyes,
trying not to whimper, as the flood of bugs over her body covered her from head
to toe. Every sensitive part of her that could be touched was being touched.
Bugs were wriggling into the sensitive, secret parts of her body, causing her
to twitch and make involuntary noises.
I can do this. I can make Taylor respect me. I can make her forgive me. I can
make her love me.
Before, she realised, the bugs had been gentle. Now they were being rough. They
were forcing her to respond to them, rather than teasing her. She could feel
her body responding, feel her juices flowing, her nipples hardening, even as
stingers punctured her skin and pincers nipped at her exquisitely sensitive
flesh.
And then she felt the thing intruding into her. It nudged at her labia; she
felt the bugs making way, except for something that was intent on worrying at
her clitoris, sending blasts of mixed pleasure and pain through her body. The
thing was thick; it spread her labia, pushing into her tight vaginal canal,
forcing its way into her.
Oh god oh god oh god what's that? Tentacle?
Reflexively, she clamped down, trying to force it out of her; immediately,
every bug on her body bit her at once. She yelped with the pain, and relaxed
her muscles; allowing it entrance.
I can handle this, I can handle this ... fuck, I don't know if I can handle
this ...
And then another one began prodding at her buttocks, trying to worm between
them, to get at her tight asshole.
There's more than one of them!
<><>
Glancing up, Taylor saw Aisha emerging from the bedroom, looking indecently
satisfied. With an effort, she pushed Madison's face away from her pussy. "Go
eat Lisa out or something," she told the petite brunette. "Sophia, make sure
you keep fucking her."
Her control of the bugs covering Emma was total, as was her appreciation of the
three-dimensional picture that the bugs were giving her. She had been highly
aroused when all three were covered in bugs (and not a little with Lisa as
well) but now she could concentrate on the buxom shape of her once-best-friend.
And with what the bugs were doing to her, and what her secret surprise was
about to do, she was more than a little aroused.
Entering the bedroom, she surprised Brian and Alec just getting off the bed.
"Don't get up, boys," she advised them. "I hope Aisha left some behind, because
right now, I need a double helping of cock."
Brian looked at Alec, who looked back at him. They both shrugged. "I was about
to go ask Lisa if she wanted to try some shower play," Brian noted, "but that
can wait." He rolled back on to the bed. "So how do you want to do this?"
Taylor climbed on to the bed between them. "I don't care, I really don't," she
told them. "Emma's getting a good going-over, and I need one too."
Alec kissed her, and slid two fingers between her thighs, into her pussy. "Wow,
fuck, you're wet as hell," he observed. "I don't think I've had your ass. Can I
have your ass?"
She grinned and kissed him back, hard. "You can fuck my ass as hard as you
like, so long as you make me cum," she purred. "Brian?"
Brian grinned, caressing and fondling her breasts. She gasped as he pinched her
nipple. "I'm not caring much. Your pussy is almost as tight as your ass."
As she went down on Regent, teasing and sucking him to full erection again, she
felt Brian's hands on her ass, squeezing her buttocks and applying lube to her
exquisitely sensitive anal sphincter. She moaned and pushed back at him as his
finger intruded into her tightest hole; he grinned and slid it in and out of
her, eliciting more noises of both arousal and approval.
It didn't take her long to get Alec fully erect; with a little work from her
hands, Brian was in much the same state. The dark-skinned teen lay back on the
bed, and Taylor knelt over him.
"Remember when you took my cherry?" she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him.
He caressed her breasts, as she slowly lowered herself on to the head of his
thick erection. His lips opened, and she let his tongue intrude into her mouth;
she sucked on it, even as the blunt head of his cock parted her labia. She
groaned as she pushed herself down on it, feeling him slide up into her,
opening her tight young pussy once more. The sensations, as always,
were incredible.
She felt Alec's hands on her as he knelt behind her. He parted her taut
buttocks, rubbing his penis up and down between them, coating it with the lube
that Brian had already applied to her. She leaned forward just a little more,
to allow him access. And then, as he pressed at the entrance to her tightest
hole, she pushed back at him.
Her labia, stretched tight as they were, reached the base of Brian's impressive
erection just as Alec's head popped inside of her. Panting with arousal, she
kissed Brian again, and began working herself up and down along his shaft. He
gripped her hips, grunting as he thrust up into her. At the same time, Alec
pushed his erection into her ass, sliding deeper and deeper between her
buttocks, into her secret depths.
Her cries became louder and louder as Brian pumped his cock deep into her
slippery wetness, and Alec assaulted her tender bottom, over and over again.
She was being owned, used, taken ... and she loved it.
She didn't even hear Emma's screams.
<><>
The door burst open and Emma almost fell to the floor in her eagerness to leave
the room. She was brushing the bugs off of her; they landed on the floor and
scuttled back into the room once more. She staggered to the table and leaned
against it, sobbing. Lisa looked up from where Madison was pleasuring her with
lips and fingers, and raised an eyebrow. Madison grunted as Sophia thrust the
dildo hard into her asshole.
"So, didn't feel like making it this time, huh?" asked Lisa. She bit her lip
and reached down to press Madison's face a little more firmly into her crotch.
"Yes, Madison, like that ... ooh yes. Like that."
"There's something in there!" sobbed Emma. "Something with tentacles! It was
going to put them in my pussy and ass!"
Lisa rolled her eyes. "No such thing," she assured Emma. "Sophia. You think you
can do this thing?"
Sophia's eyes narrowed. "Is that a challenge?"
Lisa grinned, very fox-like. "If you like."
Aisha, who had been watching Madison and Lisa with some interest, got up from
the sofa. "Here, gimme the dildo. I'll keep Madison's ass warm for you."
Sophia unstrapped the dildo and politely handed it to the younger girl, then
turned and moved toward the door. Emma looked at Lisa, and knelt on the floor
alongside Madison. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Why yes," Lisa told her. "Go into my room. There is a riding crop there. Bring
it to me, then bend over for punishment."
Emma promptly moved to obey; Lisa watched Sophia entering the door. She closed
it behind herself.
<><>
Sophia had little trouble moving to the bed; the bugs that more or less covered
her by the time she got there didn't bother her at all. In some cases, they
were already starting to arouse her by the time she lay down. Taylor was being
rougher than the first time, but they were still nipping and pinching at very
sensitive parts of her. She could handle rough. In fact, she kind of liked it
rough, a fact that the boys had learned and put to good use, many times.
She lay back with her legs spread wide, holding them up and as far apart as she
could. Taylor hadn't told her not to use her hands, so she gripped her calves
and pulled her thighs as far apart as possible. And that, given the
calisthenics that she had been forced to undergo ever since she had been
captured, was very far apart indeed.
Forewarned by Madison and Emma, she was not unduly surprised when the first
'tentacle' prodded at her soft, arousal-slick labia. The bugs crawling over her
were already turning her on, but when this thing, shaped like a long, thick
penis, began to slide into her, she gasped. It was thick, and ridged in a most
unusual way. When the second one pushed at her anus, she moaned slightly, and
shifted her hands to pull her buttocks apart. It pushed again, and with another
gasp, she felt it wedge its way into her.
She felt her anal passage stretching, her buttocks being pushed apart, as the
thing forced its way inside her tightest hole, her most secret passage. All the
while, the other one was still sliding into her. Deeper and deeper, and deeper
... her eyes widened. How long was this thing? How deep was it going to go
inside her? It kept intruding, she felt it sliding more and more of its length
within her, as the same thing happened between her buttocks, as she felt
herself being invaded by this thing.
She had never felt so turned on in her life.
<><>
It was a good thing that Brian and Alec had just finished with Aisha when she
entered the bedroom, Taylor decided in a haze of pleasure. Brian and Alec had a
ways to go before they came, and she was enjoying the hell out of every second
of it. Brian's cock, beneath her, felt like a log pressing her thighs apart
every time he thrust into her, and Alec, behind her, was hitting pleasure
buttons she hadn't known she had. Both were being more than a little rough with
her, and she was liking it.
She raked her nails down Brian's chest, and kissed him, hard. "Come on, boys,"
she grunted. "I know you've got it in you to really give me a going-over. Let's
see what you've got."
At that, Brian pulled her hard down on to his thick erection; she cried out as
he rammed his entire length into her. It felt like he was tickling her tonsils.
Behind her, Alec did much the same with her ass; she bucked and clenched down
hard as she came.
But it was nothing compared to the turn-on she was getting as Sophia submitted
to the twin invasion of her pussy and ass.
<><>
Emma knelt beside the sofa, the side of her head resting on the ground. Lisa
wielded the riding-crop, cracking it against Emma's upturned ass, each welt
just touching the next. Emma sobbed and whimpered and clenched her fists, but
did not resist, did not protest. Beside her, Madison continued to eat Lisa's
arousal-slick pussy, while Aisha gleefully sodomised her tender, twitching
asshole.
"So, the next time, are you going to go in there and stay in there?" asked
Lisa, swinging the crop once more. Crack.
"Yes!" sobbed Emma. "Yes! I promise!"
"Good," stated Lisa. "Because I want my friend to be happy, not planning
tortures for you three, and until you get your fucking tight little pussies in
there and let what's going to fuck you, fuck you, that's not going to happen."
She swung the crop again. "So if you disappoint her again, I will be very
unhappy."
Emma flinched as the crop struck her again, welting her smooth white ass.
"Me too," added Aisha, ramming the dildo deep inside Madison's tight rear end.
"And I can get mean."
<><>
Sophia had lost track of time. She lay back on the bed, the bugs crawling over
her, pleasuring her nipples and clitoris and labia, while the things thrust
deeply into her, over and over again. She had felt the tip of the first one
literally nudge at her cervix; it was farther inside her than any boy's cock
had ever gotten, or even any of the dildos. And then it pulled out, and thrust
into her again, over and over and over. The strange ridging on it made this a
sensory experience to be remembered.
And the one in her ass ... she could not believe what it was doing. It had gone
even farther up into her. She could have sworn it was literally curling to
follow the direction of her lower intestine, wriggling up into her body. Deeper
and deeper into her, until it must inevitably emerge from her throat. She
choked back a sob; it was terrifying, but at the same time, on a visceral
level, she was aroused even more by the thought of some creature penetrating
her very core so deeply. Taking her. Owning her.
When she came for the first time, it was spectacular. Other orgasms followed,
as the things thrust into her, over and over again. She didn't know what they
were, and she didn't care. She just wanted them inside her.
<><>
Somehow they had changed places; Taylor was straddling Alec, taking his
thrusting penis into the slippery depths of her wet and willing vagina, while
Brian held her hips and drove his thick cock deep between her buttocks. She
cried out, over and over again, as she felt herself being filled to the brim by
two young and vigorous males, in the most basic and effective way possible.
When Brian began to cum, she arched her back and climaxed yet again, clenching
down hard on his penis and Alec's both.
Alec pulled her down on to him, shoving himself up into her, where he too began
to cum, spurting his hot seed into her pulsating, tender young womb, to match
the load that Brian was even then depositing deep in her ass, baptising her
bowels with his semen. Both of them kept thrusting into her, driving her out of
her mind with pleasure, until finally they were finished. And so was she; as
Brian pulled out of her, and she lifted off of Alec's deflating erection, she
collapsed on to the bed, gasping for breath.
All three of them were sheened with sweat; Taylor lay back with her legs wide
open to let the reddened flesh cool in contact with the air. White trickles of
semen leaked from her thoroughly-fucked pussy, and her no less well-treated
ass.
"Fuck," she breathed. "Gonna ... have ... to ... do ... that ... again."
"Not ... right ... now ... " panted Brian. "I'm ... wiped ... out."
Alec did not add his opinion; Taylor rolled her head that way, and saw that he
had not moved; in fact, he was fast asleep. For some reason, this struck her as
absurdly funny.
She would have done the same, but all of the action had obviously jolted her
bladder around some; she felt the need to relieve some of the pressure. For a
moment, she felt like going and peeing on Emma, but then she decided that she
would not sink that low.
Forcing herself to move, she carefully brought her legs together, then swung
them off the bed. Her ass was starting to burn from the repeated assaults made
on it by Alec and then Brian, but she relished it. It felt good.
Standing up was a major effort, and the room spun, but she managed it. Brian
was asleep by the time she reached the foot of the bed, and struck out for the
door-frame. She paused there, mustering strength for the trek down the hall to
the bathroom. Moments later, she was perched on the commode, letting go a long
stream of urine, with almost as much pleasure as she had been noisily
undergoing just moments before.
The pressure problem dealt with, and toilet paper deployed, she washed her
hands and exited the bathroom. Pausing outside the bedroom that held the bugs,
she frowned. Sophia had both of them in her, and she wasn't struggling. In
fact, she seemed to be enjoying it immensely. She tried to work out how long it
had been since the dark-skinned girl had gone in there, and failed.
"Long enough," she muttered, and opened the door. Sophia lay back on the bed,
her hands pulling her buttocks apart, emitting continuous little moans of
pleasure, while the two blue-grey_worms that Taylor had acquired slid in and
out of her orifices.
"Okay, Sophia," she told the girl on the bed. "You can come out now. You've
passed." Carefully, she undid the collar from Sophia's neck, and took it off of
her.
Sophia looked up at her, eyes glazed with pleasure. "Can't I stay just a little
longer?" she groaned.
Taylor smiled, and leaned down to kiss her; Sophia returned it with interest.
"You can always come back in here later ... " she hinted.
Sophia smiled.
<><>
Two days later, Madison stumbled out of the 'bug room', as they were calling
it, looking positively haggard. She had cum repeatedly with the worms sliding
into her, but she had not taken to it as thoroughly as Sophia had, nor even as
well as Emma had. As she reached the door, a round of applause startled her;
Sophia and Emma, the latter now also without a collar, led the clapping. They
stepped forward, wrapping their arms around their friend, as much to support
her as to show their closeness. Together, they led her to Taylor, who
ceremoniously undid the collar from around her neck.
Madison stood, looking as though she was in shock, until Taylor leaned forward
and gently kissed her.
"I forgive you," she whispered.
Madison burst into tears, much as Emma had done the previous day, and hugged
Taylor violently. Taylor hugged her back, then smiled and led her toward a
bedroom.
"Emma, Sophia?" she suggested. "Want to make a foursome of it?"
Emma smiled; she had spent the previous night in Taylor's arms, and had
thoroughly enjoyed it. She picked up a strap-on and followed them.
"Not right now, maybe later," Sophia suggested. "I was thinking ... " She
nodded toward the bug room. "Can I ... ?"
Taylor grinned. "Sure."
As she, Emma and Madison disappeared into the bedroom, amid much giggling,
Sophia closed the door of the bug room behind her.
Aisha looked over at Lisa. "I think it's time for a foursome of our own," she
declared. "Brian, Alec, you in?"
The boys declared their willingness by caressing and molesting Aisha in ways
most indecent and enjoyable, but Lisa waved them off. "I'm still having trouble
with that sort of thing," she told them. "Small doses only, thanks."
Aisha grinned and kissed her. "That's no problem," she declared. "More for me."
She lay back on the sofa, and spread her legs. "So, who wants to do what to me
first?" she purred.
Lisa smiled and got up to give them room. She went into her room to get dressed
and collect a few things; when she came out, Brian was on top of his sister,
thrusting his penis lustily into her tight young teenage pussy, while she
sucked Alec's cock.
She kissed Regent on the way past, and slapped Brian's ass, before heading down
the stairs.
As she walked away from the Undersiders' base, she felt as though a fog was
lifting away from her. It was in no way as bad as she had been the previous
time she left, but it was still something to consider. She would remember how
the bugs had felt on her, and how Brian had felt inside her. She had also test-
driven Taylor's giant worms for her, and had agreed that the sensation was
nothing short of amazing.
But now she was going back to simpler things, and she looked forward to it.
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Daylight was fading as she pushed open the door into Rachel's dog shelter. The
dogs came rushing over, barking, but they quieted at a word from her. Bitch
herself appeared around a corner, a length of rebar held in her hand like a
sword.
"It's you," the stocky redhead grunted. "You visiting or staying?"
For an answer, Lisa dropped her bag of gear alongside the mattress Rachel used
to sleep on.
When she turned around, Rachel was standing right there.
"You smell of sex," she observed bluntly.
"Bit of it going around," Lisa agreed. She peeled off her top, and unsnapped
her bra.
"You want to fuck?" asked Rachel, lifting her own undershirt up and over her
head. Unconstrained by a bra, her heavy breasts bounced a little before
settling to rest. Lisa admired her prominent brown nipples.
For an answer, Lisa stretched her neck to the side, opening herself up. Making
herself vulnerable. Submittlng.
Rachel nipped her on the side of the neck.
As they went down on to the bed, pants coming off and fingers beginning to
delve into secret places, Lisa sighed softly. Her mouth full of Rachel's
breast, she closed her eyes and felt herself relaxing.
This was where she belonged.
 
End of The Breaking of Shadow Stalker
[Author's Note: I began this story many months ago, as a result of a desire to
write a story where Shadow Stalker was thoroughly debased and degraded. I
didn't like her much then, you see. It was based in part on aspects of Decline
and Fall of Sophia Hess, an earlier story (my first serial smutfic, actually)
which was shorter, had much choppier action, and featured Greg Veder. As in
this story, I had Sophia redeemed in the end. Greg too, for that matter.
Since then, I have begun writing Shadow Stalker: Advent of a Hero, in which I
have explored the concept of Sophia Hess not being the total bitch she is in
canon, and so I don't dislike her so much any more. I still don't like her, and
so in Security! she falls afoul of a fat security guard with foreknowledge and
a bunch of Christmas lights. But she doesn't get raped and she doesn't get
degraded. She just ... goes away.
In any case, I hope you have enjoyed this story, along with its many twists and
turns, sometimes into very odd directions. Some of these were suggested by
readers. Others came out of my own twisted imagination. For those who
contributed, you know who you are.
This story is now over. Thank you for reading.]
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