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Subject: {ASSM} The Feel - Revised Chapter X (mf, mF, mc, preg)
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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 <i>didn't</i> 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 <i>and</i> 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.

<i>Uh-oh.</i> 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 <i>know</i>
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 <i>was</i>.
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, <i>fuck</i>," 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 <i>fuck</i>
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
<i>slut</i>," 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.
<i>Rip her throat out. Tear into her. Bite her raw and
bloody.</i> 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 <i>her</i>. 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 <i>knew</i> 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
<i>wanted</i> this. He could imagine it in his mind.

<i>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 -</i>

"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. <i>Not</i>. 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.

<hr>

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 <i>woman</i>. 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
<i>girl</i>. 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
<i>them</i>. 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
<i>soooo</i> 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.

<hr>

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
<i>wanted</i> 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 <i>what</i>?"

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 - <i>rape
her</i>. 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 <i>human being</i>."

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.

<hr>

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.


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