Message-ID: <44016asstr$1061298607@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030819024605.67724.qmail@web10005.mail.yahoo.com> From: Dark Paladin MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2003 19:46:05 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} The Feel - Revised Chapter X (mf, mF, mc, preg) Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 09:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, IceAltar The Feel By: Dark Paladin Chapter X Steve leaned on his elbow, looking down at Michelle as she slept. They were spooned, his shorts clad groin pushed into her naked butt. He wasn't thinking of having sex with her again, though he felt hard. Then again, if a sixteen year old laying in bed with a girl who's body he had sucked, fucked, and fondled all night long didn't have a hard on, people might thing there was something wrong with him. For now, he was content to just look at her. He wondered idly if there was something wrong with him. He felt something for each of the women in his life. Nicole was without guile, open in her sexual desires, and was the little sister that he never had. Granted, a little sister that he was fucking on a regular basis, but that wasn't the point. Ariana was intelligent and observant, kind, and was a passionate lover. Amanda was cute, but that belied her strong leadership skills. She was the one who had called on Steve to have sex with Michelle so that whatever strange power turned the other women in his life loyal to him would work on her. If Ariana was right, and he had been hit with some genetic "thing", was he infecting the girl's also? Or was there something in his sperm, some chemical in his semen, his sweat - who knew that it was. He gently moved back a strand of hair from Michelle's face. She was lovely, even in sleep. She was both intelligent and quick witted, and possessed a hard, firm body with ample breasts and curves. She was also insatiable, as he had discovered last night. Every time she had waked from sleep to find Steve next to her, she would play with his body. Twice he woke up to find her on top of him, her formerly unsullied pussy gripping him as she fucked herself to orgasm, coaxing another volley of sperm from him. He glanced at the clock. Good thing they had no school today. He thought he might have managed about four hours of sleep, though he felt pretty well refreshed. He leaned over, kissing Michelle on the temple, smelling her sweetness as he pulled back. She made some small murmur, but did not wake as he extracted himself and pulled on T-shirt. A quick check of Nicole and Amanda found the two of them in his bed, the latter resting her head on Nicole's chest. Both were sleeping, though from the wrinkles and the lingering odor of sex in the room, it was pretty clear what the two of them had been up to. He decided not to wake them. Instead he made his way to the kitchen and started making breakfast. Within minutes, the room was filled with the scent of cooking omelets as he chopped vegetables, shredded cheese, and tried to decide if he could deal with onions and morning breath. A pair of hands wrapped themselves under his armpits. "Mmn - looks yummy," a voice said as it kissed his ear. Steve turned around, now face to face with Ariana. The older woman's blue eyes looked at him as she pressed her large breasts into him. She was casually dressed - a pair of shorts that came to mid-thigh, and a T-shirt that made it clear she had neglected a bra. Steve gave her a kiss, his hand squeezing a buttock as he did so. And from the feel of it, no panties either. "Hey, you," Steve said. He pulled back a second, eyeing his omelettes. They could keep. "How the hell did you get in here?" Ariana jerked her head, which made her chest move very nicely against Steve's. "Somebody left the front door unlocked and open. And since you told me your mother is out of town, and I heard on the news that school was out for the day, I thought I'd come over and surprise you." She reached a hand down, holding a handful of his ass and grinding herself against him. "Surprise." "Have a seat," Steve said, pointing at a chair. "Hungry?" "I wasn't until I smelled your cooking." She looked around the kitchen. "So is anybody else here?" "Steve?" a voice called from down the hallway. Steve looked up. Michelle was coming down the hallway. Her hair was still unbrushed, and she was wearing Steve's robe - though it was never made for her body, her breasts popping up in the center. She looked a little pale. She wandered into the kitchen, one hand to her stomach. She spotted Ariana sitting at the table, looking at her with a strange expression on her face. Uh-oh. Steve moved to her, putting a hand to her forehead. "Hey, sweetheart," he said. She felt a little warm. "You feeling all right?" Michelle leaned against him. "I feel a little sick," she admitted. "You probably need something to eat." Steve put an arm around her. "Ariana - this is Michelle. Michelle, this is Ariana - she's a friend of mine." He lead Michelle to the table, sitting her in a chair. He crouched down, holding one of her hands. "How about some toast." "OK, Sir Sausage" Michelle said weakly. She gave him a wan smile, then looked at Ariana, fidgeting with her robe self consciously. "Do I know you?" Michelle asked her. "Ever go to Everwood Hospital? I'm a nurse there." Michelle shook her head. "No. But -" she peered at Ariana. "It's just - there's something about you that's familiar." She reached out a hand, touching Ariana's. "Like - like I've known you for a long time." "I know what you mean," Ariana said. The two girls looked at each other a moment. "It's weird - I could swear that we went to school together or something." She gave Michelle a long look. "How old are you?" "I turned sixteen last week," Michelle said. "Well, that can't be - I'm 24, so I'm pretty sure we didn't go to high school together." She gave a wry smile. "I don't recall being that bad of a student." Steve came back with a plate of food. "Amanda and Nicole are still sleeping, so I say we eat while it's warm." He set down some toast before Michelle. "Anything else you want? Some orange juice? Water?" "Juice, please," Michelle said. She took a tentative bite of her toast, then, deciding that she wasn't going to throw it up, took another bite. "Feeling a bit warm and nauseas?" Ariana asked, shooting a glance at Steve. He tried to keep his face innocent. When Michelle nodded, Ariana leaned back, putting some eggs on her plate. "Hm - there seems to be a bit of that going around. I felt a little sick myself almost a week ago now." Her voice had a slight edge to it. "Went away after a day or so - though I'm a little worried if it will come back in a few weeks or so. Like in the morning - " "Here's your juice," Steve said, perhaps a little too loudly as he set the juice down before Michelle. Ariana smirked at him as he sat down. He felt her slid her foot against his calf. "Be nice," he muttered to her. "Michelle," Ariana said, pulling up her purse. "I know this will sound a little strange, but would you mind if I gave you a quick examination?" She pulled a stethoscope out of her purse. This struck Steve as a little weird - last time he checked, not everybody, even nurses, carried stethoscopes with them where they went. "Just to make sure everything's ok." "Well - sure, I trust you," Michelle said. She had eaten all of her toast and was not working on some cheese omelette. As Ariana came around the table, she pulled her chair back a little. "What you need me to do?" "Just sit right there - this should only take a moment." Ariana stood over Michelle, pulling a strand of blond hair out of her eyes. She took Michelle's chin in hers, looking into her eyes. "Looks good here," she muttered. Steve took a bite of egg, considering his options. He could just sit here and do nothing - but that didn't sound like any fun. Instead, he reached out with his power, gently sending feelings of pleasure to the two women. Ariana held Michelle's gaze for an extra moment. "You have lovely eyes," she said. Then she let go of Michelle's chin, blinking to herself. Steve relaxed his power as they left contact. "Th - thanks," Michelle stammered. The poor girl probably felt a bit confused, wondering why she felt aroused when this woman touched her. Ariana lifted Michelle's arm, feeling for her pulse. She put her other arm up to check her watch. Steve reached out again with his power as Ariana clocked the time. As slowly as he could, he started to raise the two girl's level of arousal. He could see Ariana's nipples start to harden underneath her shirt, and Michelle's breathing grew faster. Five seconds became ten, then fifteen, then twenty. Ariana finally, and reluctantly, Steve noticed, released Michelle's wrist. "A little bit of an elevated heart rate, but nothing to worry about," she said. She reached up, feeling Michelle's forehead for herself. This time, Steve send a huge swell of pleasure to both girls. Michelle's hands came up as she leaned forward, resting on Ariana's thighs, gently gripping them. Steve concentrated, and for a moment Ariana's crotch felt like a tongue had just moved up her pussy lips. Her hips swayed closer to Michelle's face for a moment. "A bit warm. Let me listen to your breathing." She gave Steve a look, but there was a smile behind it. Steve raised an eyebrow as she moved behind Michelle. "Do you want to?" he mouthed, nodding at Michelle where the asian skinned teen couldn't see him. Ariana bit her lip as her hand rested on Michelle's slender neck. He knew she had been interested when Steve told her about how he, Nicole and Amanda had been made love together. She shrugged. Steve took that as a "Yes". Ariana put her stethoscope in her ears. "Let me listen to your breathing. Let me lower your robe. You don't mind if Steve sees, do you? I can have him leave the room if you like?" She took the terry cloth robe off of Michelle's shoulders, drawing it down the other girl's arms. As she did, Michelle's breasts started to appear. Michelle looked nervously at Steve, then shook her head. "No - he - he can stay." Her words came out breathless. She was breathing deeper as Steve gave little sucks on her nearly exposed nipples with his power. Ariana moved her hands onto Michelle's shoulders, down the girl's arms, moving the robe lower to expose her back. Michelle with drew her arms from the sleeves, and soon sat topless, her back to her new friend. "All right, then," Ariana breathed. She drew her arms back up Michelle's arms. She placed the stethoscope against Michelle's back. "Take a breath, then let it out." MIchelle did so. Ariana moved it to a different location. "And again," she said. As Michelle did so, her breasts rose and fell. Steve's hands itched to reach out to them. "One more time." Ariana moved to Michelle's front. "Your lungs sound clear." She knelt in front of the teenager, moving the stethoscope between Michelle's breasts. "Let me check your heartbeat -" As she did so, her fingers brushed the inside of Michelle's breasts. Steve's power flared, and Michelle gave a small cry of pleasure. She put her hands over Ariana's, who's own breasts were rock hard. Ariana listened to Michelle's heartbeat as they gazed at each other. It seemed to go on for a long time. Ariana pulled the stethoscope away from her ears, letting it fall to her lap - but she did not move her hand from between Michelle's breasts. "Your heartbeat sounds strong," she said. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. "Do you feel all right now? Any more nausea?" Michelle shook her head. "I feel fine, now." Michelle's hands moved up Ariana's arms. "This is so strange - I should feel weird, but - I know you." She leaned in a little bit. Ariana's hand moved, cupping Michelle's right breast, flicking the nipple. "Ah-ha," Michelle's voice gave a small squeal of pleasure. Ariana's other hand came up, playing with the other breast. Steve did not move, hardly breathing himself. "I've never touched another girl like this before," Ariana said. Michelle moved her hands through the older woman's blond hair, gripping it gently as tendrils of pleasure sparked through her. "You feel so smooth - you have a lovely body - " Michelle leaned down, kissing Ariana, her hands gripping the back of the lovely nurse's head. Steve's power reacted to her movements, sending the same feelings the women were feeling from each other's mouths into their pussies. Within moments, the gentle kiss turned into a passionate one, as tongues became direct connections to clits, making them lick, moan, and suck each others oral appendages. Michelle's hands dropped down to cup Ariana's breasts, and it was the other woman's turn to moan. Steve came up behind Ariana, bending over to kiss her neck while he pulled off his T-shirt and shorts. He reached down, pulling up her T-shirt. Her breasts bounced as he pulled it over her head. While Michelle's mouth moved over the large globes, he reached around her waist, unbuttoning her shorts, then pulling down the tongue on her zipper. He held one of her hands, with the other hand he held Michelle's, and pulled them both into a standing position. Steve's robe fell from Michelle's body, both women and man standing nude in the kitchen. He kissed Ariana, then Michelle, then when they kissed each other he ran his hands between their bodies as he sat down in the chair just vacated by Michelle. His mouth wandered each set of breasts, rolling Ariana's large, rubbery nipples around his tongue, then tasting Michelle's small hard nubs. Two pussies rested in front of his face as the two girls kissed above him. His tongue slipped into Michelle's first, her hairless snatch sweet and buttery. Ariana's had but a strip of hair over her cleft, and was muskier. Each girl panted and moaned into the other's mouth as his mouth and tongue kissed them below, his hands finger-fucking them. He hooked his finger into each of them, pulling them down. They rested on their knees as he kissed them in turn, feeling their breasts. His cock stood tall and proud between them as he pulled their breasts to him. "Oooo - this should be different," Ariana said. She cupped Michelle's breast in her hands while Michelle took Ariana's. Both girls soon formed an X of tit flesh, squeezing Steve's cock between then. Together they moved up and down as Steve sat back, his cock feeling like it would burst, pillowed by such silky sweetness. The girl's mouths continued to move, to kiss each other, to lick at Steve's cock as it emerged, biting at each other's nipples. Both girls found their mouths on Steve's cock at the same time, tongues and penis together. Steve didn't know which one started moving further down his shaft, but soon found both sets of tongues moving over his manhood. He hissed as both sets of mouths found a ball each, one sucking at the head while the other licked the shaft. "Ah - " Steve moaned. The girl's kept trading positions, one sucking at the head, then the other. Neither could move too far down his thick shaft, but with both working to bathe his cock, he wasn't complaining. He looked down at them, running his hands through their hair. "Ar - " he groaned again, feeling his nuts start to tighten. "God!" he rasped, watching as Michelle gave an extra hard suck on the head, her fingers buried in Ariana's twat, Ariana's mouth drawing both of Steve's balls into her mouth while returning the favor to Michelle's tight, hungry pussy. "Fuuuuuuck!" he moaned, and he came. Great spurts of semen pumped from the end of his cock, striking both girl's in the face. It splashed onto their breasts, their necks, into their hair. As he came, so did they, their mouths open in orgasm as his power swept through them, his semen filling their open mouths as his cock jerked and sprayed. The girls fell into each other, panting, his slick cum dripping down their naked bodies. Steve's hands shook as he put them on the armchairs of the table. Then, in very rapid succession, three things happened. He heard a voice calling "Hello?" He heard the same voice scream "Oh my God!" He realized that the omelettes were burning. He looked up, and saw a girl who was nearly Michelle's twin. Well, actually, that's because she was. Andrea. Steve had run into her in the library off and on. The old cliche of "twin sisters being opposites" was apt here. Where Michelle went for cheerleading, Andrea was a senior member of the Honor Society. Where Michelle was popular with the students, Andrea was popular with the teachers, with potential scholarships for her 4.0 GPA and near-perfect SAT scores. Where Michelle's body was buxom but lean from exercising, Andrea's had more curves and weight. She was not fat, but shapely, with D-cup breasts and a more rounded ass. Andrea wore glasses, round lenses that tended to make her look owlish compared to her twin sister, who admitted to Steve last night that she wore contacts. "What - " Steve stood up, torn between covering his swiftly deflating cock, and taking the burning omelette's off of the stove. He compromised, one hand over his penis, the other grabbing the handle and dragging them off the open flame. "What are you doing here!" "I - I - I - " Andrea stared at her sister. Michelle's face had turned red, what could be seen behind the wad of semen. She had wiped her eyes clear, and was now shrugging into Steve's robe. He had the sudden realization that he would have to take it to the dry cleaners to get the stains out. Andrea's brain finally kicked in. "Door unlocked. Realized that Amanda doesn't have a Beetle. You do. Came to find Michelle - what the Hell are you doing?" She looked at Ariana, who was wiping her face with a napkin from the table, still nude. "And you - who are you?" "Coffeeeeee," a voice moaned from behind Steve. He turned around. Nicole was moving up the hallway, only one eye open, wearing nothing else. Andrea sputtered, her glasses fogging in her surprise and shock. Nicole entered the room, scratched her head. She looked at Steve. "Coffee?" she said. "Don't have any," he told her. "Nobody in the house drinks it." She blinked at him, her other eye blearily opening. "No coffee?" she asked. "Um, no." Nicole stared at him, then looked around the room. She noticed Andrea, who was looking at the naked blond in a mix of disgust and horror. "Hey, Andrea," she said. At this point, her sleep addled brain made a connection. She looked at Steve, her blue eyes opening widely. "What do you mean there's no coffee?" "What's all the noise?" Amanda now walked out. At least she was wearing something - a white teddy that came down to just below her crotch. She stretched, her pantyless crotch displayed to the world. "I thought I hear shouting, and there's somebody else here that - " She looked around the room, lowering her arms as she surveyed the scene. Steve, naked with one hand over his crotch. Nicole, naked, who was slowly waking up. Michelle who was wearing Steve's robe and still with globes of semen in her hair. Ariana, who Amanda did not know, who had wiped off her face and was putting her T-shirt back on. And the smell of burnt omelettes. She looked at Steve. "Oh, fuck," she said. "What - Michelle, we're getting out of here!" Andrea screamed. She rushed forward, grabbing her sister by the wrist. "Andrea - wait - " Steve started. He moved to block her, still trying to cover himself, but with all of this naked perfect girlflesh, it was trying to escape his fingers. Andrea dragged Michelle several feet, holding a finger to Steve's nose. Her usually pretty features were twisted in rage. "I don't know what the fuck you've been doing to my sister - but it ends right here, you - you - pervert!" "Andrea," Michelle pulled her arm out of Andrea's wrist. "You don't know anything about this! I - " Andrea spun around, and slapped her sister in the face. Andrea's eyes were full of tears. "You slut," she screamed. "What will Mom and Dad do when they hear about this? You with some - some - " she looked at Ariana. "Some sex perverts?" She didn't notice the four other people in the room, how their faces darkened when she struck her sister. Steve started forward before he thought about it. Rip her throat out. Tear into her. Bite her raw and bloody. He caught himself just as he rose his fist to strike her. "No!" he bellowed - not to Andrea, but to the other three in the room who were about to launch themselves. Ariana's fingers were already reaching out to Andrea, ready to tear off her flesh. At Steve's command, she stopped, looking at her hand in surprise. Andrea turned back, seeing Steve, his fist raised. She looked around, grabbing a knife off the table. Before he could move, she slashed his chest, drawing blood. With that, she started to run past him. "Stop!" shouted Ariana. And Andrea did. At least her legs, which froze up. She fell over onto the carpet, tried to rise, but found her legs unable to move. "Help me!" Andrea screamed. Steve saw as Amanda was already moving, murder in her eyes as she rushed to kill the woman who had hurt the man she loved. Steve caught her ankle, which caused Amanda to trip as well. Which was a lucky thing, because Nicole was right behind her, and tripped over her. Steve grabbed both of their ankles, one in each hand. Each girl was clawing their way across the floor, trying to reach Andrea. "KNOCK IT OFF!" Steve roared. Both girls stopped moving, looking back at him, the rage drifting from their eyes. He leaned back, blood trickling down his chest. He let them go, feeling a little woozy. Nicole scrambled to her feet. Ariana was still standing there, a puzzled expression on her face. Then she looked at Steve. "Oh, God," she cried out. She dropped to her knees, then looked up and grabbed several napkins, pushing them against the wound. "Ow!" Steve looked up. Amanda was holding Andrea by the hair, nearly dragging her across the room. Andrea's legs appeared to be back in working order again. Amanda held the girl down, her iron grip giving no slack. "Shut up," Amanda said, giving her captive a little shake. Her brown eyes looked hard as stone. She started dragging Andrea back down the hallway, ignoring Andrea's attempts to pull away. "Here, hold this," Ariana told Nicole, indicating the bloody wad of napkins. "I have a first aid kit out in the car. Let me -" As Nicole's slim fingers pushed in the soggy papers, Steve felt a warmth spread over his chest. He looked down, and watched as the bleeding stopped, and, with no pain, the wound closed up, and healed itself. It was like watching a nature video in fast forward. Nicole wiped the excess blood away, pausing. "I - I did that," she said. She looked up at Steve. "I - I just knew how to make everything work, and - I did." Steve gave her a grim smile. "Thanks, love," he said. He rose to his feet. Down the hallway there was a scream. Steve had never been happier that he and his mother had picked out a house with no neighbors for miles. He rushed back, the rest of the girls in tow. Amanda had thrown Andrea onto the bed, and was in the process of ripping off the other girl's jeans. No just taking them off - the jeans had been torn to pieces as Amanda seized them, tearing the strong fabric in two. "Steve, get in here." Steve rushed inside as Andrea's white panties were revealed to the rest of the room. Amanda looked up, her teeth bared. "We have to - we have to convert her," she said. She looked at Ariana. "You - " she ordered. "Hold her legs." "No - stop it - please, let me go - " Andrea screamed again as Amanda reached between her legs, gripping her panties and tearing them off with one pull. With her other hand, Amanda put a hand on Steve's penis. He was hard. He could never remember being harder in his life. Ariana was holding one of Andrea's legs, while the other tried to kick at Amanda. Amanda slapped it aside, moving to the headboard of Steve's bed. She gripped both of Andrea's hands in one of hers, so hard the girl cried out in pain. "No - no, please, don't - " Amanda reached down, and in one pull, tore Andrea's shirt, revealing a plain white bra. Another snatch, and that was ripped in half as well. "Fuck her," Amanda rasped at Steve. "You've got to - you've got to convert her." Steve opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Andrea looked at him, screaming, her dark eyes magnified as she looked at his penis, huge and hard and thick, rising from his groin. He looked at her body, his mouth dry. It was a body made to be fucked. Her breasts were large, swaying as she struggled, sweat beading on them from her exertions. Her cunt was as bare as her sisters, every detail before him. Steve looked behind him. Nicole was nodding her head, her face turned wicked. "She'll hurt the pack," Nicole groaned. Michelle's face was a mix of horrors, but she said nothing, did nothing to protest the rape of her own sister. Steve's legs made a step forward, and he looked up. Andrea was weakening, no match for the inhuman strength of her captors. She looked at Steve, and screamed again as he took another step forward. He watched as Ariana stared at her, and the scream was caught in her throat. With another look from the nurse, Andrea's legs started to spread against her will, leaving her sex open and defenseless. Something had awoken in him, something that throbbed in his heart, that made his cock throb in return. He wanted this. He could imagine it in his mind. His cock pierced her virginity, bathed in blood as he forced his way into her. Her tears wet his cheeks as he seized her shoulders, pulling himself all the way into her, violating her body. He could taste the saltiness on his tongue as he licked her face, pumping himself back and forth into her, her screams of pain and defilement a symphony to his ears. He bit her, tasting her salty blood between his teeth as he howled. His cum bathed her insides, fertilizing her, using her womb as a seed for the other members of his pack. He howled - "No." His voice sounded rusty, as if he had never used it before. He shook his head. "No!" he shouted. Instead he turned around, moving into the guest room. He dressed quickly. He heard Amanda telling Ariana to keep her down as he started to walk out. "You have to -" Amanda told him as he went by. "She will kill the pack -" Steve whirled on her. "I. Am. Not. An. Animal!" he growled at her. She backed up, then started forward, growling in her throat - and caught herself. Steve looked at her, and without another word, fled the house as quickly as he could.
She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Blood trickled from her vagina onto the sheets, but she did nothing about it. She had been violated - no, she couldn't call it that. She had wanted it. She had begged for it. She had no idea why. It was after school when she was approached by the other girl. The two of them had been alone in the biology lab office. What could go wrong in there? And then she felt it. Arousal. Lust. Forbidden feelings of desire for another woman. She knew it was wrong, but the longer they sat there, talking about upcoming events in biology class, the stronger the feelings came. Then they were kissing. She was kissing another girl. And god, but it felt good. From there, they made there way to a motel. She remembered how the desk clerk had smirked at her, at them. But once inside the motel room, she didn't care. The two of them had kissed like long separated lovers. She had tasted the other girl's mouth. Orchid, the other woman told her to call her. It was Mistress Orchid when both women had bared their breasts to each other. Mistress Orchid who commanded her to lick her mistresses pussy, wanting to gag at the idea, but doing it, and feeling the desire go through her. She came. And came and came and came as Mistress Orchid has played with her body. When her Mistress spanked her, she came as her ass reddened in pain. And when her Mistress had pushed the dildo into her hot cunt, she came as her virginity broke. Mistress Orchid had worn a strap on. She had heard of such things, watching as Mistress Orchid had put it on, the large, black fake penis sticking out one end, a flat vibrating plate on the inside. She had screamed in pain, and came again, ashamed and defeated. When she thought they were finished, her Mistress had turned on the motel's television. And there they were, the two of them in bed together. Mistress Orchid had made snide comments, like "oh - look, you're really getting into it there", or "Your pussy tasted soooo good". She had made her bend over on the bed, and while she was forced to watch Mistress Orchid taking her virginity on the screen, Orchid was taking her anal virginity as she screamed in pleasure and pain, her body quaking in rapture. When it was over, then came the threats. A copy of the video to her parents - her father the minister and all his congregation. A copy to every teacher and student at school. It would be edited so only her face was there, not her Mistress's. She was given her instructions. She looked at the clock. Another 20 minutes. She got up, stripping the sheets from the bed and putting them in the closet. She took a shower, cleaning herself, making herself look pretty. Her Mistress said she would be watching, and if she didn't do well, she would be punished. She believed her. The door to the hotel opened - and there he stood. The man she was suppose to have sex with. A former virgin for only a couple hours, her ass and vagina still burning - and she would have to act like she wanted this. She put a smile on her face, blinking quickly to hide the tears. "Come in - I guess you got my message?" She spared a glance to his crotch, noting with despair that he was already hard. She brought him inside, and closed the door behind him. And the nightmare only went on.
Steve sat in front of the grave. His father's grave. He had driven for a long time, and finally arrived here. "You know, I hated you," Steve said. The grave didn't say anything back. "I mean, I can understand if I was a bad kid or something. But I think it was pretty decent. Never done drugs, never smoked, or drank, I studied hard, did what you wanted, pretty much took care of myself - most parents would be happy to have a kid like me." The grave lay in the earth, not having an opinion on the matter. "I saw my birth certificate the other day, when I was moving stuff into the new house," Steve said softly. He rubbed his hands together. "And your marriage license." He looked up. The sky was cloudy, and dark. "So, I was born 5 months after you guys got married." He looked at the grave. "Was that it, Dad? You mean to tell me you made my life a living hell because I HAD THE AUDACITY TO BE BORN!" He rose to his feet, kicking at the grave. "You bastard! You motherfucking bastard! I hope you burn in fucking hell! What right did you have to kick me across the house when you wanted, just because you didn't keep your dick in your pants!" He stared at the grave, which stared back at him. "Well you know, maybe I'm no better than you." He laughed, a bitter barking sound. "There's a house of women back at the house, and I've fucked them all over. Probably ruined all of their lives because I've been thinking with my dick. You know how close I was to raping that girl, Dad? About 3 inches. I wanted too. I still want to. I want to go back there now and fuck her brains out." He sat back down, crumpling like a straw man. "But I'm not like you, I'm not." "You're not," said a voice. Steve turned around, wiping his eyes. Amanda stood behind him. "How did you know - " "I could feel you," she said. She sat down beside him, looking at the grave. The two of them didn't say anything for a minute. "He was a horrible man," she said suddenly. Steve looked at her. "When did you ever meet my father?" She looked up. "I only met him a few times. I never talked to him or anything. It was in elementary school, right after you and Michelle were in that school play. Every other parent was talking about how well their children did, how wonderful they were, how proud they were. "Except him. I remember standing there next to my parents, talking to Michelle about how well everybody did." She looked at him. "Did you know you were the only kid in that play who didn't need to be told your lines? And all he could talk about was how badly you did. Right in front of everybody. You just kept standing there, nodding your head, and I remember looking at every other adult in the room, to see if they would say something. They didn't." She shook her head. "I always looked for him after that. When you placed 2nd in the district spelling bee, he only told you how stupid you were for messing up - what was that word?" "I don't remember," Steve said. He shot her a look. "So how long were you following me and my dad around?" Amanda shrugged. "About the time I realized you had a crush on me. And I realized I thought you were really cute." She looked at the grave. "I remember watching you, watching how you walked. Some times you walked like you were hurting - and then that time your arm was broken, and -" She shook her head. "Yeah, poor little Steve," he spat. "So picked on, so abused." He sighed. The two of them were quiet again. Amanda looked at the grave. "So - how did you do it?" Steve's brow furrowed. "Do what?" Amanda shook her head. "I wanted to kill her at first. I wanted to rip her throat out and watch her die. "Then I wanted you to rape her. I mean - rape her. I was so hot for it. All I could think was, 'she's going to hurt us. She's going to get us killed. She needs to be hurt and fucked and hurt again'." She shivered, her voice growing hoarse. "I was talking to the other girls about it. They - they all wanted the same thing. Nicole cried when she told me she wanted to be you at that moment and take her." She stood up. "So, somehow, you held back. You had the same feelings in you that we all did, and you held back." She turned around, looking at him. "Steve, I love you. You are the kind, funny, intelligent, screwed up, selfish - and human. When all of us were - animals, you were a human being." She put one hand over her stomach. "And I can't imagine a better person to be the father of my child." Steve's head nearly cracked he looked up so fast. "What?" Amanda nodded. "I'm pregnant. And so is Nicole - we both took the tests." Steve's head lowered. "I'm sorry - " "I'm not." Amanda lowered herself next to her, wrapping her arms around him. "Andrea doesn't remember a thing. Michelle - well, I guess she's learned that she can modify memories - or at least make people forget." "That's convenient. So how did you guys explain the clothes?" "Grease fire. She's, um, wearing your clothes right now. Seems she remembers all of us watching 'Legally Blond 2' - " "What? That old movie?" "Yeah, well, Michelle likes it. She's not sure why we went to your house, or why your Aunt Ariana was there - by the way, I really like her, but Andrea doesn't seem to remember me dragging her by the hair, or you being told to rape her, or seeing her sister covered in your semen -" She giggled. "Oh - she thinks those are grease stains on your robe. She was wearing it when I left." "No." "Yes." The two of them chuckled. Amanda stood up, offering him her hand. He took it. She held him, and both of them standing in the graveyard. "I promise I won't try to make you rape any more girls," she said. "I promise I'll try not to give you a reason to try to kill anyone," Steve said. He rested his forehead against hers. "And I will be the best damn father I can be. Granted, there's the chance that your and Nicole's parents will try to kill me - " Amanda made a low growl in her throat. She looked up with a grin. "Smart ass, I'm trying to be all romantic, and - " "Steve, we're now officially members of a group of people who are genetic freaks who are about to bring new children into the world, we're standing over your father's decomposing body. Now, take me home and fuck me. Actually, you'd better fuck Nicole first - she'll be upset enough that I told you she was knocked up before she did. And Ariana seems to be making a move on Nicole when I left anyway, so -" Steve kissed her. "Come on - let's go home." The grave was still silent as a tomb as the two of them left, holding hands.
Orchid stroked her pet's hair. "You did very well," she said. Her pet sniffled. Orchid rolled her eyes. She reached out with her emotions, calming her down. "Now, do you remember what do to tomorrow?" she asked. "Do - do I have do?" Orchid reached down, gripping her pet's nipple. Hard. "Do you want the video I made? Do you want your life to not be ruined forever?" She gave the nipple a quarter turn. "I'm sorry - " "I think you need to learn some more manners," Orchid said. She gripped her pet's head, and flooded her with lust. Soon she was laying back, guiding her to where Orchid's nicest parts of her pussy were. Tomorrow was going to be a long day. Too bad - she kind of liked this one, but the poor girl probably wouldn't be able to live with herself after all the deaths. And if she could - well... Orchid twisted her fingers into the girl's hair, groaning with pleasure as she felt a nice, warm tongue slither up her cunt. She would hate having to kill another pet. It was still a shitty job, and too bad most of the benefits were too short. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! SiteBuilder - Free, easy-to-use web site design software http://sitebuilder.yahoo.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+