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Subject: {ASSM} The Feel - Revised Chapter XI (mf, mF, mc, preg)
Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 10:10:03 -0400
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The Feel

By:  Dark Paladin

Chapter XI

"So - it's like, seeing a mix of photographs, only
they aren't connected," Michelle told him. "So - oh,
right there - you kind of look at them all at once,
and then - just kind of <i>see</i> the one you're
looking for."

She was naked, sitting on the other side of the bed.
Steve was sitting, his back to the headboard,
listening to her. Well, at least 50% of the way
listening to her. And she wasn't totally paying
complete attention herself. Amanda was between her
open legs, lazily licking Michelle's pussy from time
to time. Steve had Nicole and Ariana servicing his
cock.

It was a slow, casual kind of sex with the five of
them. Sometimes Ariana would suck at Steve's cock,
sometimes Nicole would be kissing Steve, sometimes
Michelle would stop talking to suck at Nicole's
breasts. It was unhurried, not so much rushing for one
orgasm after another, but playing. Experimenting.

"So - hm, oh - " Nicole had climbed on top of Steve,
her back to him. He placed his hands on her ass,
feeling as she guided his cock into her. There was no
discussion about using protection. Especially now that
both Nicole and Amanda were already pregnant, and it
would be not too much longer before they'd discovered
if Ariana was or not. Amanda seemed to smile whenever
Ariana wondered about it, as if she knew a secret, but
wasn't telling.

Steve moved Nicole's hair to one side. "So - hold on,
honey," he told Ariana, who was moving her breasts up
to his lips. "So how do you actually edit the memory?"
At that, he put his lips around Ariana's offered
nipple, hearing her hiss in pleasure while his other
hand moved between her legs to stroke her.

Michelle was now reclined on the bed, her cunt rubbing
against Amanda's. "Hm. Hm. How do you - hah - use your
power to make someone feel something?"

Steve opened his mouth to reply - and had it filled
with Ariana's mouth. He gave her a kiss, loving the
taste of her mouth, her large, soft breasts pushed
into his side. Nicole was still screwing him, her
muscular legs rising with agonizing slowly, then
dropping back down again. He broke the kiss, and would
have answered, but with a deep throated laugh Ariana
kissed him again to keep him from talking.

"I *smack* just do *suck****smack*." Nicole climbed
off of him, her cunt open, Steve's cock tall and
twitching. Ariana took her place, dragging her long
hair across his chest as she mounted him. She gave a
long grown as she spiked herself on Steve's manhood.
Nicole was by far the stronger, her conditioned
gymnasts muscles giving her perfect control. Ariana
was softer, and a no less enjoyable fuck - just
different.

Nicole was working with Amanda, the Asian skinned teen
who had only kissed a woman earlier that morning now
feeling her two best friends, each one playing with a
different nipple, as if Michelle would be the one to
feed their pregnant bellies. They hadn't started to
show yet - that would come months later. The girls
said they had a simple solution - just tell their
parents that they had been raped, and didn't know who
the father was. Of course, there was the fact that
students at school had seen them hanging around with
Steve, so maybe that wouldn't fool everybody - but if
it kept him from facing a parent's rage, maybe they
could deal with it. He already was making plans to use
some of his newly found inheritance to support his
children, and once they graduated, they could all move
far away and just be by themselves.

"So am I the only one who feels hungry after using my
power?" Nicole asked. She had turned around to play
with Ariana's breasts. She and Ariana were much the
same, the older nurse almost like an older sister to
her sapphic lover. Nicole was shorter, but just as
endowed, and was rubbing her nipples against her
friend's. "I mean - after using it on Steve, I was
famished. I even ate those burnt omelettes I was so
hungry."

"Hmmmm," Ariana replied, but whether she was agreeing
or just enjoying her leisurely screw, Steve couldn't
tell.

Coming back from the graveyard with Amanda had been
surreal. She had taken Ariana's car, and by the time
they both returned to Steve's house, Andrea was still
there. Steve had been apprehensive at first, but she
had totally forgotten that but hours earlier, Steve
had nearly raped her in front of all the other girls.
She had left, with some cover story for her parents
and only remembering that the group of them had a
wonderful day swimming, watching movies, and putting
makeup on Steve with "Aunt Ariana's" help. All events
that Steve was pretty sure he would have remembered if
they hadn't been additions of Michelle's new found
power to modify memories.

The lovemaking lasted for another several hours, and
by the end of it, Steve was exhausted. He had come in
each of them at least once - Michelle and Ariana had
not protested, the latter stating that if she was
pregnant it was too late now to change anything, the
former saying if she wasn't, then perhaps a few more
shots from Sir Sausage's Mighty Sword would make sure
she was. Steve had to admit, there was something
exciting about the thought of coming in her,
<i>trying</i> to put a baby into her womb.

"After all," she had said afterwards. "I'd never hear
the end of it if my two friends were pregnant and I
wasn't - 'blah, blah, my baby is so cute', 'blah,
blah, oh, here Michelle, you're not doing anything,
baby sit', 'blah, blah, let's fuck Steve again' -"

"We're fucking Steve now," Amanda had told her - and
as she was underneath Steve as he fucked her behind,
using her small breasts as handholds, she was right.

"Well, yeah - but somebody's got to watch the kids
during the fuck fests after the children are born. And
I'm not sure we can get Andrea to do it - unless I
make her think they're all <i>hers</i> - " She lay in
front of Amanda, who took a turn sucking Michelle's
hairless twat. "Of course, Steve could just seduce her
and then - "

"Let's not get too carried away," Steve said. He held
Amanda's hips to his, holding her from behind. He
savored the moment, just holding one of the women he
loved. "The bed isn't big enough for the five of us as
it is, and as much as love all of you, I'm not sure I
could handle yet another to the pack."

Ariana turned his head, giving him a kiss on the nose.
"We love you too, Steve."

Steve kissed her as Amanda's snatch gave his penis a
hug.  She pulled forward, and Steve was pushed back as
Nicole mounted him, facing her friend.  He could feel
Amanda's toungue licking at the spot where they
joined. "All I want is for us to be happy," he said.
"All of us, just - away. Far away where there's no
danger from the ones that aren't like us."

"Like a farm?" Amanda said. "It would probably be hard
work, but someplace where we could just raise what we
need to support ourselves - "

"Steve would have to take care of the animals," Nicole
said. She held herself with her arms, rotating herself
as her legs scissored about Steve's head until she was
facing him, his cock still embedded in her. Steve had
to admit he was impressed.

"No cauliflower crops," Amanda said. "I hate that
stuff."

"Brocoli?" Ariana asked, crawling to the smaller
teenage girl to play with Amanda's small breasts.

"Brocoli's ok," Amanda replied, as she wasn't naked
with a blond woman playing with her breasts as
Michelle dipped below to lick at her cunt. "I like
cucumbers too - "

"Wait your turn," Nicole said.

"Hey - he needs to come in me - " Michelle started.

"If you're not pregnant by now, another load isn't -
ah - going to help - hph - " Nicole was picking up
speed as she slid her snatch up and down's Steve's
boner. She looked back at Michelle, giving her a wink.
"Slut."

"Barbie tramp," Michelle replied with a grin. She gave
Nicole a slap on the ass. "I'd go over there and fuck
you, but I'm trying to keep the other mommy happy
right now."

"Oh, yes, make Mommy happy," Amanda groaned, pulling
Michelle's lips back to her pussy while giving Ariana
breathless kisses.

Steve could never imagine a time he was happier, or a
time he wished he could freeze and keep for eternity.
But all things come to and end.

When the dawn came, there were turns at the showers,
calls to parents to tell them they were going straight
to school, thanks for letting them stay at
Nicole's/Michelle's/Amanda's house, goodbyes to Ariana
with many kisses, who promised to see if she could
turn up more research on the mystery geneticist killed
at her hospital and likely the father of their powers.
And then the all left, one for work, the others for
school.

When Steve made it to his Biology class, he
encountered Bryce sitting on the chair, a gigantic
grin on his face.

"So who put the Extasy in your corn flakes?" Steve
asked him.

Bryce sat back, placing his fingers behind his head.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." He put an arm
on the counter, idly straightening his glasses with an
overdone air of abandonment. "Besides - a gentleman
doesn't tell."

Steve's eyebrows rose. "Really?" He set his backpack
on the counter. "So should I ask who the poor victim -
I mean, lucky girl is?"

Bryce opened his mouth, but at that moment Epi entered
the room. She looked around the rom, spotting her lab
partners to one side, and soon joined them.

"Here, fair lady - let me offer you a seat," Bryce
said, holding out a stool. Epi smiled shyly at him,
taking it gingerly. Steve gave a look at Bryce,
flicking his eyes at the girl.

Bryce set a finger to his lips, looking at the front
of the class. Ms. Hayes had just walked into the room.
Her outfit was still business like, but Steve could
notice there was a little more. Today's outfit was a
blouse that revealed the barest hint of cleavage. But
on a woman like Ms. Hayes, that small hint was several
inches long with her large breasts. Her skirt came to
her knees, with a small slit in one side to allow her
walking space. Her legs were bare, and Steve found
himself wanting to reach out with his power to feel
them.

"Today you will be dissecting fetal pigs," Ms. Hayes
said. "And I'll have no silliness, like people keeping
body parts or some other nonsense. This is a serious
matter, and if you can't act responsibly, you'll spend
some time in detention." She indicated a row of small
bags inside an ice chest. "Come take your specimens,
and I'll be circling the class to see how you're
doing."

"I'll get them," Bryce said. He stood up, walking away
from Epi and Steve. Steve looked at the girl, who was
studying her feet. He heard Bryce give a cheery "Good
morning" to Ms. Hayes.

"You know," Steve said, leaning on the counter, "Bryce
is a really great guy."

Epi looked up at him, her brown eyes huge behind her
glasses. She looked back at the counter again. "I - I
know," she said softly.

They sat in silence again. <i>Real
conversationalist</i>, Steve thought to himself. "So,
um, where are you from?" he asked.

Epi seemed to find one of the bunson burners
fascinating. "My parents are from India," she said.
"They moved here when I was little. We just moved from
Maryland."

"Oh." Steve had never been to Maryland, so he didn't
know what else to say. Luckily, Bryce returned a
moment later with their fetal pig. Steve had never
been so happy to see a dead baby animal in his life.

The rest of class was uneventful. They drew pictures
of the organs, labeling them so when Ms. Hayes came
by, she could check them out. She observed the
position of each of the organs, moving about them to
point at each and ask them what it was, etc. Bryce
made a joke about giving Epi "his heart", which almost
brought a smile to the girl's face. Steve wondered
what they talked about, or if Bryce did all the
talking when they were alone.

<i>Maybe she's really loud in bed, </i> Steve wondered
idly. He had no intention on seducing Bryce's new
girlfriend, but he was kind of curious.

As class was nearing the end, the group started
cleaning up their mess, disposing of the items. Ms.
Hayes watched over them carefully.

Just as the bell rang, Steve picked up his pack. For
some reason, he was feeling a little tired. <i>That's
what you get from lack of sleep.</i> He picked up his
backpack as Bryce gave him a wave, giving a polite
"Good day, Ms. Hayes,". Epi followed after him.

Steve was almost out of the room when he heard Ms.
Hayes call after him. "What is that?" she asked.

He turned, looking around. "What?" he asked. He paid
hardly any attention to her at all in class, too
intent on finishing the assignment. That, and even
dead body parts could quash teenage hormones. At least
for a short time.

She walked towards him, and Steve realized they were
the only two in the room. She bent over slightly,
which gave Steve a peek down her blouse. He could just
make out a white, lacy bra that strained to hold in
her large tit-mounds. They weren't obscenely huge, but
they looked to be the largest Steve had ever seen.

Ms. Hayes reached out a hand to Steve's pack - and
came back with a small pig's heart. "This!" she
exclaimed. She gave Steve a cool look, her fiery red
hair and green eyes making her look a little like a
Valkyrie. "What did I say about organs?"

Steve looked at it, his eyes wide. "I - I didn't take
that! It must have fallen onto my pack or something -
"

Ms. Hayes lips pursed together. "Yes, it leapt off the
counter, right? You can come back here after school
for your detention."

Steve gaped at her, struck by unfair it was. "But - "

"Keep talking, mister, and you'll get two days."

Steve was suddenly struck by something. He would be
alone after school with this very sexy woman. He
didn't plan on fucking her - he had enough problems
with that as it was. But he could just have a little
fun, right?

His power reached out, and he heard her small intake
of breath as she felt her abnormally large clit swell
as if a mouth was sucking on it. "I'll be here, then,"
Steve told her. He turned around and left, relishing
knowing that her cunt was watering as he moved away.

<hr>

After school, Steve arrived back at the biology lab as
indicated. He could hear the other students walking to
the buses or to their cars in the parking lot. He knew
this wouldn't take forever. He figured he would have
enough time to meet up with Michelle, Amanda, and
Nicole after their cheerleading practice. They
probably wouldn't go to Steve's house again - too many
times, and their parents would get suspicious. But at
least he could see his girls. Maybe he'd stop by
Ariana's on the way home. He should ask her some time
when she got off work.

Ms. Hayes wasn't there. "Hello?" he called out.

"Back here," she called. Steve moved to the back of
the lab. There was a small hallway where equipment was
stored, and at a turn, her office. It was a windowless
room, with a skylight at the top that could be opened.
It was not terribly large, having a small love seat on
one side, and Ms. Hayes desk on the other. To one side
was a door to a coat closet, closed at the moment.

She was sitting behind her desk. It may have been
Steve's imagination, but she looked slightly nervous.
And did she have another button undone? "Please close
the door and sit down," she told him.

He did so, wondering what was coming. Was she going to
have him do something stupid, like write lines? He sat
in the love seat. "So, Ms. Hayes - "

"Call me Julie," she said suddenly. She stood up,
moving across the room. Her breasts seemed to wobble a
bit, and Steve could make out her nipples. <i>My god -
she's not wearing a bra!</i>

She sat down next to him, putting one arm on the back
of the couch. "I should apologize," she said. Steve
felt his cock hardening as he tried to keep his
attention on her face. But her breathing moved her
breasts up and down slightly, as if trying to free
themselves of their constricted area.

"For what, Ms. - Julie?" Steve started. She edged
closer to him. Her legs were crossed, and one shoe was
hanging idly of her foot, drawing attention to her
slim legs. He thought about using his power, but held
back, wanting to see where this lead.

She looked down. "Well, I planted that heart," she
said. As he gaped at her, she went on. "You see - I
wanted to talk to you, to know you." She stood up.
"You probably think I'm crazy, but - I find you really
attractive." She looked at him. "I - I don't want you
to think that I go around telling this to all of my
students."

She shook her head, turning around. "I must be crazy,"
she said with a sniff. "I could be throwing away my
career for a student. You must think I'm a slut or
something."

"No," Steve protested, standing up. She turned around
to face him.

"It's - I don't have a choice," she said. She took a
step towards him, halting.

Steve felt his heart pounding in his head. And then he
felt it. Lust. Pure, unadulterated lust swept over
him. His cock became so hard he thought it would
burst. And it was clear Julie could feel it too. Her
hand swept over her the side of her breasts, her lips
parting as she ran it through her red hair. She
approached him, her nipples spiking her blouse.

They kissed - not a simple first kiss, but one of
hunger and desire. Steve's mind could hardly take in
what was happening. And it didn't care. He was horny,
horny out of his mind. This incredible woman wanted
him - <i>him</i>. Without his power, or abilities -
she wanted <i>him</i>. He didn't dare ask how or why.

His hands roamed her back. He felt her nails scratch
against the buttons of his shirt, as if they had
forgotten how they worked. He kissed her throat as she
ripped one off, then started sliding the rest out of
their holes.

Steve moved in kind, unbuttoning her blouse. Inch
after inch of ripe flesh appeared. Her nipples here
large, like inverse mushroom caps. When he sucked on
one, she cried out before reaching down and
unbuttoning his jeans.

A moment later, and his pants were around his thighs,
his cock pointing at her. She wrapped both hands
around it. "Oh - oh, it's huge," she groaned.

"Really?" Steve asked. The other girls had never
mentioned it, and he had never really asked them.

"Well - I've only seen one other one," Julie groaned
as she stroked it. She pulled up her skirt, revealing
her naked pussy, leaking and ready for him. Her pussy
hair was immense, a jungle from which a small mountain
in the form of her enlarge clit rose from. She reached
onto her desk, pulling up a condom. "Hurry - " she
moaned, slipping it into his hand. "Please, hurry."

Steve rolled the plastic coin between his fingers,
then let it drop to the floor. If he was going to fuck
her, he had to do it bareback. Just in case - he
needed her loyalty, needed to let whatever genetic
weirdness work on her to protect <i>Pack</i> him and
the other girls. What if she got an attack of
conscience and went to a school administrator?

"Oh, no, no," she sobbed, but she kept pulling at his
cock until she back against the desk. "Oh - " she
stroked his cock against her, using him as a
masturbation tool, rubbing her clit against it. "Oh -
no, please - we need the condom - "

"Not if you want this," Steve said, pressing his cock
against her. "Do you want me to leave?" Warmth touched
the head of his cock as he felt the mouth of her cunt
kissing it. Her clit stood straight and hard.

"No - no, please," she humped her hips at him. "No - "
she said, her opening widening. Steve slipped several
inches inside. "Ah - no!" she cried out, gripping his
buttocks. She lifted her pelvis, slipping more and
more into him. "No - not inside me! Not - "

Her words said one thing, her body another. The
combination made Steve feel hotter than he ever had.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her to him, forcing his
cock into her with one long, solid push.

"Nooooooo - " she wailed, squeezing her legs. "Oh -
take it out, not inside of me, oh - " She humped up at
him, withdrawing and swallowing his cock. "Ah - no,
no, no - " She was already going to cum, and so was
Steve. "No - not inside, take it out, don't come in me
- " her ass vibrated as she leaned back, forcing
Steve's head between her mammoth breasts. "Fuck - no,
no, nononono - aaaaaaaaa!"

She screamed as her body shook in orgasm, and Steve
felt his balls rise. Sperm erupted from him in a
torrent, flooding her womb with seed. He jerked his
hips back, then snapped forward again, squirting
another volley into her. "Oh, yeah," he groaned. He
gave one of her nipples a suck, feeling her cunt
twitch in response.

Before he could move, the door suddenly slammed open.
Steve looked at it, his face registering shock. Bryce
was there - and he was holding a gun.

"You fucker!" he screamed, pointing it at Steve.
Steve's eyes widened. Where the hell did he get that?

Bryce's face was living, twisted into a rage Steve had
never seen on him before.

"Bryce - " Steve said. He pulled back, his cock
sliding from the warmth of Julie's pussy. "What are
you - "

"Get the hell away from you, you rapist motherfucker!"
Bryce screamed. His hands shook around the gun. "What
- it was too hard to believe that I had gotten a girl
that you didn't, huh?"

"Wha - "

"SHUT UP!" Spit flew from Bryce's face. "I will
fucking KILL you if you talk again! I came by to see
her, and I could hear her screaming in here! She told
me - told me where she kept a gun in her car. And now
- " He inched forward. "I am going to blow you FUCKING
head off!"

<hr>

Across the school, Amanda was stretching her leg. She
felt a little queasy that morning. Was that morning
sickness already, or just the flu?

Suddenly she straightened, looking out into the
distance. "Steve," she muttered.

"Hm?" Nicole asked next to her, pressing her hands
against the floor, her legs straight.

"He's in danger!" she shouted, and before she could
explain, she took off at a sprint. A moment later, she
could feel the presense of her two friends right
behind her.

<hr>

Steve's fingers worked to rebutton his pants, his wet
cock shriveled in his fear.  "Bryce, look - I didn't
rape her - "

"I could hear her," Bryce screamed. "You fucked my
girlfriend, you asshole!"

Steve gaped at him, then at Julie. What the hell was
going on? His friend has gone berserk. Steve had never
seen him like this. Julie wasn't saying anything. She
was still lying on the desk, crying, not saying a
word.

"Bryce - " Steve took a step forward.

"SHUT UP!" Steve could see his finger squeezing.

"Look, man - this isn't like you," Steve said. "Look
at me." Bryce's eyes were round. "Damn it, look at
me." He felt his power rising, but didn't know what to
do with it. He had once killed his father with it -
but didn't know how. And this was his friend.

"You have known me for over 10 years, man," Steve said
through gritted teeth. He stared at the gun. "I want
you to think about this. Have I ever raped anybody?"

Sweat beaded against Bryce's face. "What?" he
screamed.

Steve felt a sudden rage fly through him. Anger - he
wanted to bite, to leap at Bryce like a superhero and
tear his fucking head off. Only -

<i>I am in control.</i> It was like yesterday, that
feeling of something else, something almost outside of
him pushing his buttons. But - he could control it.
<i>I am in control here.</i>

"Let's ask Julie," Steve said. He turned to his
teacher. "Julie? Did I rape you?"

Julie sat up, holding her arms over her blouse. Sperm
leaked from her vagina onto her legs. She looked up at
the two boys, her eyes red. "N - no," she muttered.

The silence in the room was deafening. Bryce's face
registered shock for a split second. But the rage was
still there. "You slut," he screamed. And before Steve
could move, he shot her.

The shot struck her in the face, and she topped over
out of view, spraying Steve with blood. The shot rang
in the room, echoing off the walls, the concrete
muffling the sound to the rest of the school. Bryce

The two of them stood there, looking at each other. A
second later, there was a click, and the sound of
several angry bees. Red spots appeared on Bryce's
chest, and then he dropped to the ground.

Steve turned around. The closet door was open, and
there was Epi. Only now, she did not wear her glasses.
Her face was full of disgust. "Never send a boy," she
said, shaking her head. In her hand was a gun, a
silencer on the end of it. She turned the gun at
Steve. "Well, this is going to be messy. Sorry, kid."

The sound of footsteps interrupted them. Steve turned
his head, watching as Amanda tore down the hall
towards them, her face twisted in blood rage.

Epi saw her, and started moving the gun towards her.

For a moment, time seemed to reach a halt. Steve's
mind worked furiously. He felt his power swell, could
feel it reaching out to Epi - and even if it worked,
if he could kill her, the trigger might still pull. He
could make the gun feel hot, cause her pain - and she
might pull the trigger in reflex. He could see the
nozzle pointed at Amanda's head.

He chose.

<hr>

Amanda saw the small dark skinned girl with a gun at
her hand, pointed at Steve. The body of some blond boy
was in front of her, his clothing covered in blood.
Her mind took in all these details, but none of it
mattered. All that mattered was the gun pointed at
Steve.

Then she saw it swing her way. She didn't have time to
move, or think. It was pointed at her. A billion
thoughts went through her head at that second. She was
going to die. Her child was going to die. She could
see the barrel of the gun.

A harsh buzz filled the air. Amanda blinked - and then
screamed.

Steve was standing in front of her, blocking the
entrance in the room. His body shook as the buzzing
continued, and she could see a spray of blood appear
behind him. There was an empty clicking noise.

She felt Nicole and Michelle come up behind her.
Steve's face was pale, but he looked calm. Almost -
serene.

Then he fell over, dead.

There were no words that came from her throat. It was
a howl, of rage and grief and fury and sadness. Three
sets of eyes looked at the dark skinned girl at the
other end of the room.

She saw girl's eyes narrow, and Amanda felt fear flood
her being. She brushed it aside as if it was a gnat,
and leaped over the bodies. The girl's eyes widened in
shock, then fear as Amanda cleared 15 feet in one
jump. She landed on top of the girl.

Fists struck out at her, striking her in painful
areas, expertly applied to cause the most damage.
Amanda felt the pain, but it only fueled her rage. She
slapped the woman, a head cracking blow that sent her
flying into the wall. Nicole met the woman there,
grabbing her by the throat, lifting and slamming her
into the ground.

Michelle descended on her, snarling as she bit the
woman in the shoulder. She screamed, blood oozing from
the bite.

Amanda wanted her dead. Nicole kicked at her, lifting
the woman into the air several feet. She wanted the
woman to suffer. Michelle lifted the woman's head into
the air, ready to smash it into a pump against the
concrete floor.

Amanda's eye caught Steve's body. "I am not an
animal," he had said.

"No!" she screamed. She rushed forward, pulling the
woman's head from between Michelle's hands.

Michelle snarled at her, and Amanda snarled back. She
was the leader now. Michelle was taller than her,
perhaps stronger - but Amanda stared her down, then at
Nicole, who was readying another kick.

"She killed Steve," Nicole screamed.

"No!" Amanda said. She gripped the woman by the hair.
The woman's face was bleeding, and she gripped her
side painfully. "She - she <i>knows</i> something. We
need her <i>alive</i>. To find out why."

She looked into the woman's eyes. She felt another
swell of fear inside of her, cold, prickly, turning
her stomach to ice. She slapped the woman hard, then
brought her face close to hers. "Do that again,"
Amanda said, "And I'll let them kill you. By tearing
every inch of your skin off." She gave the head a
little shake. "Got it?"

The woman's eyes widened. She was afraid of Amanda,
she could tell.

"Oh, god," Michelle said. Amanda looked up. "I - I
think this was that new teacher." She looked at the
woman. Her face screwed up in concentration, then she
looked at Amanda. "She's from the government. She was
sent to find Steve and kill him."

The woman looked at Michelle in surprise. "She - she
took a slide of Steve's blood - she knew which one,
because it was - broken." Michelle kept staring at her
as she flitted through the woman's memories. "She -
oh, god, she tortured this woman, made her sleep with
- and then try to frame Steve - " Her hands shook, as
if she would reach out and kill the woman, no matter
what Amanda said.

Michelle looked down at the body of the dead teacher.
"We have to get out of here," Nicole said. "Somebody's
going to come."

Michelle slipped a finger into the corpses vagina,
coming away wet with sperm. "Nicole - get her skirt
and underwear off of her."

Amanda gave her a look - then understood what she was
going to do. So did the woman, who struggled. "NO!"
she screamed, kicking her legs as Nicole grabbed them,
pulling her skirt down. A naked brown pussy was
revealed, dry and closed. Amanda held both of the
woman's hands in a vice-like grip, her other over the
woman's mouth.

Michelle plunged her sperm covered fingers into the
woman's snatch with such force, her entire fist nearly
followed. The woman gave a scream, and blood trickled
down as Michelle's fingers pushed their way inside.
Michelle gave her a look. "Shut up, bitch," she said,
working her fingers further into her. "It's the blood,
isn't it? Spread by blood. I can see it in your mind."
She with drew her fingers. "Steve's sperm has blood in
it," she said, her eyes welling with tears. She shook
her head. "That should be good enough - if not, we'll
cut her and bleed into her later."

Nicole moved, putting her hands over Steve. "He - I
can't heal him." She was crying. "He's gone."

Amanda knew that. She knew that the second he fell.
Since a day after they had made love, she could feel
him. She always knew where he was, could point right
in the direction at him. But when he fell - it was as
if he wasn't there anymore.

"Nicole - call Ariana quick. Tell her to get here as
quickly as possible." Amanda still held the woman
down. She had started to struggle, but as Amanda's
grip grew so tight the woman's wrists almost snapped,
she stopped moving. "Michelle - look around for
something to tie her up in. We need to hurry before
the janitor staff appears. Don't touch anything - not
the bodies, or the blood - anything."

Amanda was never sure how they got to Ariana's house
after that. She remembered Michelle putting the gun in
the dead teacher's hands. She said the gun didn't pick
up fingerprints - something else she picked up from
the woman's mind. The one who called herself "Orchid".
"They - they'll think it was some insane love
triangle. At least, that's what <i>she</i> planned."

They had avoided anyone else, stuffing the woman tied
with twine used to tie up the school paper into the
trunk of the car. The three girls has acted perfectly.
Nothing had been touched. When the police arrived,
they would find people dead, victims of some crazy
love triangle.

It was on the news. The girls had to do the hardest
thing in the world, and go to their own homes. The
woman was tied up on Ariana's bed, who was watching
her. Ariana had nearly killed her when they told her
what happened, but at Amanda's orders, promised not
to.

Amanda sat at the table, not eating much, pretending
that she just felt a little sick. She had to act
normal. Act like nothing was wrong. Act like she was
surprised when she saw the news, her parents asking if
that was "that boy" she had dated.

It wasn't until she went to bed that she put her hand
over her belly, and cried.

<hr>

It was the weekend. They had let the woman sit there,
tied up for three days. No food, no water, each taking
turns watching her. She smelled of sweat and urine and
shit. They hadn't allowed her to even get up for the
toilet.

Michelle had spent the most time with her. "She -
she's horrible," she told them. "But - you should have
seen what they did to her to make her this way." By
the second day, Amanda could feel her. But she didn't
let her up.

Each girl had taken a day off of school in turn to let
Ariana go to work, rotating shifts. School went on
like before, though it was filled with the stories.
They had found the body. The police had matched
Steve's sperm inside of her. They also found a
discarded condom in Ms. Hayes car with the other boy -
Bryce's - sperm on it. There were interviews with
Steve's mother, who was being called a horrible woman
since she was three states away while the press tried
to figure out what was going on. There were questions
about where Epi went, but since the address she had
given didn't exist, she was a mystery. Once they found
out that Ms. Hayes had gone to a hotel, and witnesses
reported seeing "Epi" and Bryce there on the same day,
they concluded that there was some strange sex ring
going on.

When they let her off the bed, Orchid had talked. She
glared at each of them, grinding her teeth - but she
was Pack now. She could no more betray them than cut
off the feeling to her leg. She validated everything
Michelle had found out. How she had taken the broken
glass slide with Steve's blood on it for testing. How
the name Epidendrum Ciliare was a kind of an orchid,
something the "dickless admin guys thought was funny".
She looked so different. Her brown skin coloring was a
sham, and when they finally let her take a shower
under their supervision, it had peeled off, revealing
pale, white skin. It was all part of the disguise, so
at any time she could walk away. The world was looking
for a thick, glasses wearing Indian girl. Not a pale
white woman.

And she explained about the Virus. "The whole thing,"
she explained as she shoveled food into her mouth at
the table, "The whole thing was part of a research
program to make super soldiers. Enhance the part of
the brain involved with ESP and crap. They go that
from me." She looked around the room. "Unlike you
freaks, I was born one, not made.

"They wanted to make people who were ultra-strong,
super endurance, ultra-resistant to disease, blah,
blah, blah, all of the military shit so we could kill
more of the other guys. I guess they figured in a war
with China, one super-soldier could take out a couple
hundred slanty-eyed bastards. But most of all - loyal.
The military needed a way to ensure that no matter
what, if they gave an order, it was obeyed. The last
thing they wanted was a bunch of super freaks running
around the place taking over the world."

"And it didn't work."  Amanda said.

Orchid chocked down some milk to clear her mouth.
"No," she said around a piece of steak. "It worked.
Only too well. The test subjects were all ex-cons -
people on death row and shit. They had them 'killed',
then took them for the study.

"It worked great. These guys were incredibly loyal -
only to each other. I guess they stopped raping and
trying to kill each other, and instead worked
together. But unless you were a member of their
'Pack', they ignored you. And they wouldn't fight.
Turns out that's a side effect of the virus. Unless a
member of the Pack was threatened, these guys were
like lambs. You could kick them, punch them, even kill
them - and they wouldn't do anything. But - you start
to hurt another member - " She looked at the three
girls. She smiled wryly at them through her bruises.
"Well, I think we know what happened."

"So how did it get out?" Amanda asked.

"The problem came when they tried to terminate the
experiment. The 'subjects' went crazy. They fought
back, killed some soldiers. They had to incinerate the
place. But they wanted to more testing. One of the
research dickless guys decided that was a bad idea, so
he ran. He was going to go to the press with a sample,
reveal the secrets to the world. Well - he lost his
head over that." She sniggered, and forced a wad of
mashed potatoes into her mouth.

"So they sent you to find out what happened."

Orchid shrugged. "Got suspiscious. They noticed in the
same area a dead guy who just keels over dead."

"Steve's father." Nicole said. "Steve - he said he had
killed him with his power."

Orchid laughed, spraying the table with food. "What
kind of a lame ass was this Steve kid, anyway?" She
shook her head. "No - you didn't hear me. He couldn't
kill <i>anybody</i>, not with the virus in him. Oh, he
probably gave the old shit head a nasty shock. But
trust me, I've seen the autopsy. The guy was about 5
steps from keeling over anyway. They couldn't figure
out how the guy lived so long with a set of veins as
clogged as his."

"So - " Ariana started. "So Steve didn't - "

Orchid looked at her. "Man, are all you bitches dumb?
No, he didn't," she said with mock sarcasm. "Eh, from
what I've seen, the son of a bitch deserved it. Saw
some of the hospital reports. Guy was smart - kept
switching doctors any time somebody would notice your
little Stevie was getting too banged up."

"What happens now?" Amanda said.

Orchid looked at her. "Well, you tell me. Chink-girl
there busted my cherry up - after a 27 year record of
keeping it intact. Thanks, bitch," she said. "And
dumped your loverboy's sperm in me. So, now I'm one of
you. Oh, I'm not <i>happy</i> about it - but I'm in. I
don't have a choice," she said bitterly.

"You have a choice," Amanda said coldly. "Steve taught
us that."

"Well, boo-hoo and call friggin' Oprah. I have access
to some cash - about a good million or so. We take it,
and run off to some foreign country. I will pray to
<i>God</i> you didn't get that crap inside me so I'm
knocked up, and we live out our lives in South America
and live so low my bosses don't find us and drop a
nuke on us."

Amanda looked at the food. Her insides squirmed. She
knew she should eat something. She forced herself to
pick something up. It was for the baby inside of her,
she told herself as she chewed, not tasting it.

"No. We don't run," Amanda said. She looked at Orchid.
"They wanted super soldiers, right?" She looked at the
other girls. "They wanted something to fight a war
with. I say we give it to them."

<hr>

Orchid sat in the room, looking at the door. They
knew, of course. After her DNA sample, they had to
know she was infected. That's why there was no
secretary there to meet her. She wondered what
Samantha was doing.

The door slid open. She moved inside. The Chairman was
sitting behind his desk, looking like this was just
another day. He looked at her, pointing at the chair.

"So, you're infected," he stated. "Right now, only the
lab guy who ran the test knows, and I just shut him up
for a long time."

"Like 'ashes in the incinerator' long time or 'you're
on vacation and if you talk you'll never live to lose
your virginity'?" Orchid asked.

"Tied up in the other room. Didn't want him going off
and causing a huge panic." He gave her a glare. "So,
give me a reason why I'm not blowing your head off
right now. You failed, you're infected - so why did
you come back?"

"To offer you a deal," Orchid said. "Yeah, I fucked it
up. Sorry about that. But the problem is - now I'm a
part of it. And it's spread all over the place."

"How far?" She still liked that about him. He was
dealing with probably the biggest failure of security
in the history of history, and he wasn't bitching -
just getting the facts.

"Far. We've got some women who are infected who have,
at last count, fucked nearly an entire high school -
teachers, students, janitors, anything with a dick. Oh
- and including students from other schools who were
visiting. And according to one, some college students
when she went to visit her sister." She knew that the
Chairman could start to piece together the details of
at least what these girls were. "Another is a nurse
who just got a job at a blood bank. Passed all the
security checks with flying colors. And has now
contaminated blood supplies going all over the
country. And it will only spread from there. Imagine
like AIDS, only if somebody did it on purpose, and
figure from there. I figure within another month, a
good, oh, half a percentage of the population will be
hit."

"Not a lot."

"But so far spread you'll never find them all. And
they'll spread it, unknowingly, so their families,
their lovers, all sorts of stuff."

The Chairman gave her a stare. "So - what do you
want?"

Orchid held up her finger and a small pin. "You know
it's a lost cause. Especially if this thing spills
into other countries. And it will, sooner or later.
And the other infected that I know personally are
right now going to someplace safe, someplace secure -
and no, even I don't know where. They took the money
and ran."

"So, it's basically join the winning team or suffer,"
the Chairman said. "You know, we could just invent
something. Say it's smallpox and we have to screen
everybody."

"Could. You could blow my head off too and hope for
the best."

The Chairman was silent for a good minute. "Fuck it,"
he said. He held out a large hand. "This was a shitty
job anyway."

Orchid tilted her head. "Just a small prick, if you
please," she said, holding out a finger.

"And I always thought I had a slow prick."

And with a drop of blood, the contract was sealed.

<hr>The End<hr>

<b>Author's Notes</b>

First, my big thanks to the people who wrote and
encouraged me to finish. As some of you know, this is
actually the second version of The Feel. The first was
more of a stroke story - Steve gets powers, girls gets
screwed, yadda, yadda, yadda.

When I came back to the story, something that a reader
wrote in to me struck me. I started with a whole
"government conspiracy" thing - but it kind of
vanished into thin air.

There are parts of this story I'm not satisfied with.
Someday maybe I'll go back and fix all the little
grammer mistakes. To be honest, I haven't worried
about them (since most of you out there are just here
to see how Steve's dick gets into another snatch - and
that's fine, give your pussy a little rub for me and
enjoy it). There are some plot points that probably
need fixing.

But I also wanted a story that was more than just a
stroke tale. Some of you won't like the ending, and
I'm sorry, but I think that, based on the characters,
it made some sense. I was shooting for a MC story with
more than "guy gets a harem", but "guy gets a harem
and struggles with his ethics". The near rape scene of
Andrea gave me the biggest problem, because I almost
let it happen. There was part of me that <i>wanted</i>
it - it would have been a hot little NC moment. Virgin
girl, raped by a guy with the help of bisexual girls -
hey, don't tell me it doesn't make some cocks out
there stir. Obviously I didn't give into the
temptation, which helped me make Steve a little more
"good". Not perfect - like Amanda says, he's still
something of a selfish jerk, but he's still human.

I hope you enjoyed the story. I have some other ideas
I'm contemplating, like a sequel to "The Invention",
but for now, I'll just relax a bit.

Be good to yourselves, practice safe sex, and in the
words of the greatest nc/pregnancy writer
Wollestonecraft: No virgins were harmed in the making
of this work.

<i>Dark Paladin</i>


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