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{ASSM} Vampyre Nights Part 10 of 12 {Yotna El'toub} (Slow F/F F/f
MC WS Tg)
*****************************************************************
WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language
of an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal
age to do so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult
nature, LEAVE HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is
18+ please abide to your own local laws. Please note and
understand the content codes for this story.
The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters
in my story. Any similarities to real people are purely
coincidental and unintentional. The characters and situations
portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in
reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult world.
Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands
of minors.
_________________________________________________________________
Chapter Twenty-eight: The circle of darkness
Agnes woke with a start, her confused mind struggled to cope with
her unexpected surroundings; and then it flooded back to her. She
recoiled from the dark memories; it must have been a sick
nightmare, surely she could never behave in such a despicable
way? But if it were a nightmare, how come she was still in this
accursed house and not safely back in her quarters at the Covent?
Agnes peered around the darkened cellar; she could make out a
human form on the far side of the room. She screwed up her eyes
and finally recognized Lesley's bruised form, still glistening
with sweat and secretions. Agnes coughed involuntarily, the stale
air filled her lungs, and she could taste the strong tang of
urine in her defiled mouth. It had been her, she had been a
debauched and evil torturer; tears of pure remorse broke loose
from her sorrowful eyes and streamed down Agnes's cheeks - she
had to get away from here, away from the corruption Mika wielded.
She rose to leave, and moving as silently as possible Agnes made
her way to the stairs to creep up the creaking flight of steps.
Shaking with fear she grasped the door handle and slowly turned
it, with a gentle click the door opened, she peered through the
frame into the hall checking to the left and right. All seemed
clear, just a few paces and she would be out of the door and on
the way back to the Convent to summon assistance. She stepped
forward into the hallway; however her steps took her farther away
from the door! Although her mind directed her body it know longer
responded. Seconds later she found herself standing in a small
study, and without warning or prompting her own voice rang out.
"I am here to serve you Mika, what do you need of me"
Mika turned and smiled a knowing smile.
"I'm so glad you decided not to run away, it would have been so
painful - for us both," Mika continued "I need you to use your
arcane science to uncover a way to preserve the Wampyr"
"Preserve from what?" asked Agnes.
"Preserve us from the unknowing interference of man and his
science," replied Mika "Otherwise like the entire collection of
non-conforming DNA's ours will be eradicated, and we the mighty
Wampyr will be cast out with the genetic defectives; those that
the scientists wish to weed out from the human genome"
"How can I help? I understand science - but this is far beyond my
skills" Agnes asked.
"Find the scientist's working on this, identify them - that is
all, the Wampyr will take care of the details" Mika's coldness
was apparent.
"Kill them you mean?"
"No, we will introduce them to a more significant existence" Mika
laughed.
Agnes's laughter tinkled in response. Without further comment
Agnes sat at the keyboard of Joyce's PC and started to search to
web for the unsuspecting converts.
As Agnes's alter ego methodically noted the details of the most
recent genetic research, her true self remained isolated and
powerless. She could see the world but not influence it, hear the
world but not speak to it; Sister Agnes could do nothing but
watch the world slowly turn and dim, as the spark of her soul
faded within the prison that was once her body.
Jeff felt the strong pull of attraction, it hit him hard, he must
resist. He had resisted for endless hours, but the influence he
sought to defeat grew ever stronger within him 'Just one beer
can't hurt' he thought as he headed off towards the pool hall 'I
can be back on duty in 20 minutes' Jeff increased the length of
his stride to speed his journey. Jeff's determined gait slowed
and then stopped completely, he had to be dreaming! Walking
towards him was the girl, and she was arm-in arm with her older
sister.
A familiar heat rose from his loins, but he knew not to stare;
that way led to insanity. Astutely Jeff sidestepped into a
darkened doorway, hoping the linked beauties would not notice
him. Jeff could feel his heart pound, as if it was in his throat,
he could hear the steady thud of its rhythm perfectly timed to
the girl's steps. He moved back as the silent but seductive pair
swept passed him, like the fairest of summer breezes. He was
safe; wherever they were headed it was too important to be
distracted. Jeff sighed and shuddered, as he felt the stickiness
spread out from his wilting member he had the oddest of thoughts
'I'm going to run out of laundry at this rate.'
Shaking himself from his trance Jeff set off to discreetly follow
the succubae, from a safe distance. Although their presence
hinted of summers bliss he knew some how that the chill of winter
wasn't too far away.
Chapter Twenty-nine: The circle closes
Agnes was so adsorbed in her work she barely noticed Mika leave
her side. The list was nearly complete, and the task looked
relatively simple. Although hundreds of researchers were
involved, there were only three or four major players, once the
Wampyr controlled these the rest would follow like falling
dominoes.
Agnes changed her search parameters and started on her own quest
for enlightenment. 'Google' searched and coughed, the screen
filled with the details of Convents in New York State. Agnes
smiled, she decided at once; a new Unholy order was needed, and
she would be its founder - its center of darkness. Agnes's right
hand guided the mouse gathering information on her flock; her
left hand stole its way to the moist valley of wet flesh. The
lips were parted and the skilled digits nimbly encouraged her
clitoris from under its hood.
Mika beamed at the unidentical twins adorning the doorstep.
Maldea reached forwards to drop a package into Mika's waiting
hands. Without opening the package Mika knew it was complete; the
power of the mirror outshone its container.
"You have done well little slut, the mirror and a recruit. Pray
introduce us"
"Mika, Mistress - this is my Mamma Christina" Maldea spoke
confidently.
"Welcome, I'm glad you could join us Christina, please come in"
Mika invited, not bothering to hide her pounding desire.
Mika led the small family towards the cellar door, just before
descending she called out in a commanding voice.
"Agnes, come join our celebration, friends have arrived"
Agnes emerged from the study and hurried to follow her Mistress's
voice, enthusiastically she ran down the steps. The front door
swung invitingly in the evening breeze.
Jeff had a decision to make; he took a deep breath and steadied
himself. Then like the hero he felt he should be - he did it.
Standing in the deserted hall sweating profusely he felt oddly
disappointed - it was just a house; not at all unlike his
parent's home. There were no blood splattered walls, no strange
insignia or cult symbols; in short it was nothing like he had
imagined. Jeff crept up to the half open door, and slowly peered
around it into the void beyond.
The tidy study looked perfectly normal, if a little dark - the
only illumination was provided by a dancing screensaver on the
flickering monitor. Maybe the PC held some clues to the strange
goings on he had witnessed. His eyes gulped in the information
from the screen, as quickly as they could, dancing as they were
between the doorway and the busy screen. Once again his hopes
were dashed, it was just lists of Convents - nothing sinister at
all. Maybe he should go to the doctors, he just had to be
imagining all this stuff. In a flash he realized how it would
appear if he were found here; a youth who had broken into a house
full of religious women, his jeans generously caked with his own
semen. This was not good, not good at all.
Jeff slid along the halls wall on the way back to the unlatched
door and freedom. He was almost there when he heard it;
unmistakable it was, the sound of someone walking towards him up
creaking stairs. Jeff turned on his heels and fled away from the
sound to the back of the house. Gently, silently, he shut the
kitchen door behind him. How long he stood petrified in the cool,
dark kitchen was impossible to judge. When he finally moved his
body was stiff from inactivity, while plumes of condensed breath
billowed out in front of him. He was certain that whoever had
come up stairs had returned; it was finally time to escape.
He headed for the back door carefully avoiding all the furniture
he could make out, so far, so good. Jeff then stepped on
something unseen, and his ankle folded under him - just in time
he got his hands forward to stop crashing painfully to the floor.
Jeff panted, sighed, and went to push himself back to his feet.
The rounded shape under his left hand felt oddly familiar, like a
head!
Jeff bent down to examine the object and came eyeball to eye
socket with a disembodied skull. Care immediately gave way to
panic and he burst through the back door into the moonlit rear
garden. Jeff's eyes scoured the blue-cast landscape for inhuman
assailants, to his great relief all was normal. All except; the
large burn mark on the unkempt lawn. Jeff moved closer to look at
the bare patch 'Why would you light a fire here?' he thought
idly. He kicked at the remains of the bonfire splitting the
branches apart, 'hang on, they're not branches - they're bones'
Jeff felt the hairs on his neck erect, uncharacteristically his
genitals did the reverse, snuggling tight into his protective
groin.
He was just about to make a run for it when he realized what a
coward he was being - those poor women, the Nun and the sisters'
were trapped in the house. 'It had to be a serial killer, a
rapist!' Jeff's mind raced 'Yep, it adds up - the bare titted
biker, the naked women that had rushed fearfully back into the
house.' He had to go back, rescue them, save them from whatever
was in the basement.
Chapter Thirty: Discovery!
Jeff stood in front of the cellar door; his head was cocked to
one side as he listened intently. It was no good he could hear
nothing - there was no indication of any activity. Feeling a
little calmer he pushed lightly against the door, it swung open
in cruel invitation. Nervously he entered the quiet stairwell,
crouching low Jeff made his way down a few steps until he could
view the entire room.
What a view it was - there were no fewer than five gorgeous naked
women standing facing one another in a circle. At their feet was
an unseen object; they all gazed at it trance like. Jeff found it
hard to pull his hungry eyes away from ten pairs of rounded
buttocks and breasts, but he managed; the maniac had to be around
somewhere, all geared up for rape and mass murder. Try as he
might he couldn't see evidence of anyone else, it looked like it
was just the six of them. 'The maniac has to be one of them' Jeff
thought, now that changed things - he could just rush them,
corner the culprit and save the others. He was ready, he felt
sure of that. Jeff was wrong, what happened next came as a total
surprise.
Jeff watched as a bright red light shot out of the floor among
the cluster of bodies. Breasts and pubes, nipples and dimples
were painted in a powerful crimson brush. The circle broke, and
all but two of the acolytes stepped back. Jeff could now clearly
see the source of illumination; a large mirror laid on the floor
its surface shimmering like the very fires of hell.
"I Mika, use your life blood to summon our new disciples,
Christina bare your neck and accept my kiss" the sound ricocheted
around the confined space.
Silently with his jaw hanging open Jeff watched the spectacle
unfold. Christina stepped forward, sweeping her long hair back to
expose her virgin neck to Mika's greedy gaze. Jeff could see the
nipples tipping Christina's plump breasts stiffen with desire,
her stomach rippled with excitement; waiting for the delicious
bite. Mika bent her head towards the pulsing arteries, and her
succulent lips parted to reveal wicked canines. With graceful
ease Mika's fangs penetrated the willing flesh and suckled from
the liquid life. Mika shouted her orgasm for all to hear as she
ripped back her head, and fountaining Christina's warm blood down
onto the shinning mirror. A giant plume of red mist exploded into
the cellar; spreading out octopus-like tentacles of living larva.
The appendages reached out to touch each of the expectant
acolytes. Having touched the naked flesh the fog spread web-like
to trap each girl in its writhing silk.
The ensnared bodies boiled with unspoken lust, grinding against
the passions of unseen lovers. An unearthly orgy gathered pace;
each of the dancing marionettes rushing from one climatic release
to the next. Waves of pure desire flowed out from the pool of the
mirror, rippling around the room and lapping against the walls.
Jeff was not immune; gush after gush of semen was ripped from his
sore testicles and thrust up the column of his desire. He could
hardly breathe for coming, all his senses hit overload - and
stayed there. Much more of this and he would surely die. The
process slowly reversed, carrying the raw sexual energy back to
the flickering surface of the gluttonous mirror. The glare
dimmed, then pulsed once before dissipating through the portal of
the mirrors liquid glass.
Through bleary eyes Jeff observed the peaceful room, although
only semi-conscious he became aware of activity. The other five
occupants were not as spent as Jeff - they moved to the center of
the room and formed a loose huddle. Within seconds the orgy began
again; starving mouths met hungry slits, grasping hands encircled
thrusting tits as a five way fuck began in earnest. Despite the
raw pain Jeff's ragged cock reared it's head to applaud their
efforts. Passion and power flowed into Jeff revitalizing him.
Without any thought Jeff dashed down the remaining steps into the
cellar and threw himself into the throng of writhing women. His
trusty weapon was now well prepared for the fight.
To be continued...
Part 10 of 12.
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Foot Notes (c) Yotna El'toub November 2003
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{ASSM} Vampyre Nights Part 11 of 12 {Yotna El'toub} (Slow F/F F/f
MC WS Tg)
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***
WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language
of an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal
age to do so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult
nature, LEAVE HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is
18+ please abide to your own local laws. Please note and
understand the content codes for this story.
The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters
in my story. Any similarities to real people are purely
coincidental and unintentional. The characters and situations
portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in
reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult world.
Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands
of minors.
_________________________________________________________________
___
Chapter Thirty-one: Mirror, mirror...
Herr Doctor Professor Hal Steinert, walked up the steps to the
Institute chatting amiably to his director of finance Sylvie
Dacor. His conversation was rudely interrupted in a most
unfortunate way. Hal gaped as his favored postgraduate student
ran up to him and announced in a clearly manic voice.
"Sorry, Herr Professor but I must interject - I really must..."
Anna ejaculated the phrase.
If her words sounded strange, then her actions were - insane.
Without pausing for breath Anna turned and kissed the shocked
finance director, but this was not the polite European double
cheek kiss. No, what Anna delivered was a passionate,
open-mouthed, lip-numbing kiss. The audacity of Anna's action was
only matched by its inappropriate nature - Anna had never even
been introduced to the influential Sylvie. The kiss over, Anna
pulled herself abruptly away from the gasping administrator - and
vaulted down the rest of the steps to vanish into the staff car
park.
"I'm most dreadfully sorry, I cannot apologize enough," Hal,
stuttered "she has been under immense pressure recently, please
excuse me - I feel I should care for my colleague."
The professor moved with a speed that denied his bulk, in a few
seconds he too had dashed into the car park. Sylvie was left
alone - a picture of bemused lust; her neat blonde bun had
unwound. Strands of almost platinum hair concealed most of her
taut blouse covered bosom, but not all. Raised domes of cotton
peaked provocatively through the shimmering curtain of hair; hard
evidence of the erupting flesh. Hal would have relished the
sight; platform nipples were one of his fetishes. He had
confessed as much to Anna - as he had stroked hers during their
recent lovemaking. Sylvie shuddered, and then swiftly made her
way to the ladies room in the Institutes foyer. Once safely
ensconced in a private cubicle the ice-maiden melted - acting for
once, in a most unprofessional manner.
The professor skidded on the loose gravel in the car park, almost
losing his footing. He recovered his balance, and his stressed
senses just quickly enough to spy Anna - riding out of the car
park on her putting Vespa. Hal fumbled for his keys and
eventually slid behind the wheel of his BMW 523. Innocent
bystander's recoiled from the shower of stones that pelted them;
the silver car flew from the car park in a frenzied pursuit of
the scooter.
'She has lost it - completely' the panicked academic fretted, he
couldn't understand it - she seemed so controlled; just like all
her predecessors. Why she should suddenly see their relationship
as anything other than an enjoyable extension of her career path
amazed him. He drove on ignoring the polite German driving
conventions, and the stream of offended motorists. Gradually it
became clear where she was headed, his part of town, his street -
and his house. 'Oh God above!' his wife! Why had he invited her
to the barbecue, she knew Margit - this must be stopped.
The beamer screeched to a halt opposite the neatly trimmed lawns
that bordered his path. Anna's Vespa lay discarded on the other
side of the road at the curb, just short of his gateposts. Hal
got out of his car and gazed, agonized as his front door opened
and Margit welcomed Anna - he was dead! Anna then did an
incredible thing; she kissed Margit just as she had kissed
Sylvie. The women broke their impassioned embrace and were
swallowed by the closing door as they slipped into the house. Hal
was galvanized into action, he sprinted across the road; this he
had to see!
Unfortunately he didn't, time slowed; his life unfolded before
him. His senses became so clear, he heard the squeal, he smelt
the burning rubber, he saw the approaching fender, he felt the
impact, and finally tasted the blood. He was indeed dead.
Macy McKechnie collated her latest results from the mainframe,
smiled with satisfaction, and retuned to her laboratory. Macy sat
in front of the workstation and booted up the molecular modeling
program, her spirits rose even higher. She, Macy McKechnie, from
a Glasgow housing estate had made her first breakthrough; the
Ph.D. was as good as hers.
Precisely what the mutation she had found did she was uncertain,
but her probe hit it without fail, time, and time again. The
demographics all stacked up - all these families had histories of
premature death. A note to the Lancet and her future was as good
as guaranteed.
Macy stood up and walked to the filing cabinet where she stored
her old journals. She bent forward to hunt for her latest copy of
the Lancet; an e-mail to the editor was completely in order.
Behind her the screen of her workstation darkened to a deep
crimson, and fingers of mist burnt their way through its swirling
screen. The inquisitive tendrils reached out and slipped unseen
up the crouching researchers skirt. Macy did not see the writhing
smoke approach her, but she soon reacted to its delicate touch.
Her body convulsed as the vapor slid around and through the
gusset of her panties. Her pretty face glazed, and small sounds
burst through her twitching lips.
Her unobserved lover stroked the length of one fat tendril
fluidly through the valley of Macy's vulva. Covered with fresh
desire the irresistible mist pulsed into her open vagina, filling
her to the brink; pushing incessantly against her cervix. Macy
howled her crisis into the gray metal of the filing cabinet, she
came, and came, and changed. Exhausted, but gratified she slumped
to the floor.
The laboratory door burst open, as a fearful technician rushed to
investigate the scream.
"Macy, Macy, are you alright? What happened?"
Macy opened her eyes and stared hungrily up at Alison.
"I'm fine, just fine" answered a breathless Macy.
"Your eyes, did you get something in your eyes?" Alison enquired
"They are so bloodshot - was it acid?"
Macy just grinned, as she covertly watched the red mist re-emit
itself from the bubbling surface of the monitor.
"Come closer, I need to whisper - too exhausted to speak"
Alison bent forward bringing her as face close to Macy's as she
politely could. This gave Macy a grandstand view of Alison's
facial expression as the sinful vapor enslaved her. Alison's face
first registered concern, then surprise - followed closely by
uncontrolled desire. Macy's tongue mashed against Alison's as her
hands sought the slimmer girls breasts under the white lab coat.
Together they designed a new, exciting experiment shedding their
clothes just as rapidly as their unneeded morals.
Chapter Thirty-two: ...on the floor...
"And so onto the main part of the presentation" Dr Braggart's
voice boomed across the lecture theaters P.A. system.
"This video details the work of my laboratory, and our hope for
the eradication of genetic disorders - within the next 10 years,"
Eloise Braggart paused for effect, then continued "No more
Mongolism, no more Cystic Fibrosis, an end to unnecessary
suffering..."
"Many more abortions! Selective culling of the unborn! - Isn't
that suffering enough?" A lone strident voice bust out from a
flame haired young woman.
"Ahem, colleagues - you may not have had the pleasure of meeting
Pamela Morris. Now Pam I think you would be so much more at home
with the protestors, OUTSIDE!" Eloise spoke sternly, motioning to
the closest security guard.
"Murderer, defiler of nature!" Pam screamed as she was dragged
backwards towards the illuminated exit sign.
"To continue, an end to unnecessary suffering - and expenditure"
Dr Braggart smiled widely at the assembled politicians; they sure
heard that last word.
Eloise stepped back to let the video underline the savings, it
would run into billions; and the research grant would ensure the
expansion of her personal empire and reputation. 'It's just a
well us scientists are only interested in the well being of
mankind, or this sort of thing could be misused' the ironic
thought cracked her smile into a full face grin.
Eloise edged her rear onto a convenient stool, her hand slipped
down surreptitiously to scratch an annoying itch that had flared
up. Her fingers caught at the seam of her tailored suit, the
friction was quite delicious. She stopped the scratching
immediately shocked at her sudden arousal. The thoughts wouldn't
be stopped as easily 'I could orgasm in front of these pompous
fools and they would be none the wiser' a strong exhibitionist
fantasy played across her mind.
She could see them all - Princes, Kings, Presidents and Premier's
obediently sitting, watching; while she performed - it was
intoxicating. Her finger pressed a little harder and the gentle,
sly scratch started again. If she wiggled slightly the seam
flicked across the bud of her hard clitoris - she was so close,
so close. The video ended and Eloise reluctantly stopped
mid-masterbation to walk back to the podium.
At her return the audience rippled into spontaneous applause, adn
her unruly clitoris pulsed against her damp gusset.
"Thank you, thank you, your response has been most...Ugh, ahhh!
Satisfying" Eloise squirmed as her own crescendo matched that of
the audience.
Eloise left the auditorium satisfied scientifically and sexually,
today had been a good day; a day of discovery. Her mood fell as
she left the venue - crowds of protestors surged forwards. Pam
was to the fore as usual, screaming her abuse for all to hear.
Eloise really did detest that stupid woman; she was nothing other
than a self-publicist! Egged on by Pam's chants the crowd moved
forward and the police line gave way. With a sudden squeal Pam
was jettisoned from the bosom of her admirers, and fell flat on
her behind right in front of her archrival. Eloise's response was
as rapid as it was unexpected. In one swift movement she ran
forward, thrusting her post climatic groin into Pam's face. With
a motion reminiscent of an erotic dancer she ground and bumped
her wet crotch against the trapped nose and mouth.
The crowd fell silent, dumbstruck by the unexpected pornography
acted out before them. Eloise bucked as her climax gripped her -
then with as much serenity as she could muster she flicked her
long dark hair back from her perspiring face and walked away to
the waiting limousine.
"Are you O.K. love," a kindly policeman asked "what an
unmitigated bitch!"
"Yes, she's wicked, Umm - excuse me" muttered a disorientated
Pam.
Unsteadily Pam stood, and walked without hesitation or a single
backward glance to the darkened window of the parked limo. The
crowd held it's collective breath in anticipation. But all hell
did not break loose, the door of the limo simply opened; Pam
simply stepped in and sat beside Eloise. The door shut and
seconds later the limo beat a hasty retreat.
"Well I'll be damned!" the young policeman whistled under his
breath. Along with several hundred others, gathered around him.
He wasn't, the crowd wasn't, but Pam and Eloise were.
Jeff struggled for breath, he was in heaven, he was in hell;
completely surrounded by nubile female flesh his libido soared on
wings of ecstasy. On the other hand is lungs were bursting for
air. At last he surfaced, poking his face above the slippery
bodies and gulping down the heady, scented air for all he was
worth. He thrust his staining knob deep into Maldea's urgent
body, savoring her tightness against his shaft. He had almost
forgotten about his weapon, and his task - almost but not quite.
His hands clenched against the familiar smooth surface of his
pool cue. Carefully he selected his target and thrust with all
his might. Unfortunately his oncoming orgasm made him a poor
marksman, the cue tip missed Mika's heaving chest and rammed
instead against the basement floor - snapping instantly.
Retribution was as fast as it was unwelcome; a strong hand
grasped his neck. Jeff now hung limply from Mika's outstretched
arm while his dick, so rudely plucked from Maldea, spewed the
last of his sperm liberally down Mika's wobbling breasts. He saw
his death etched in Mika's eyes - once more he craved nothing
more than oxygen. Then something remarkable happened, Mika
returned him to his feet - patting his head as if he was some
errant pet.
"You, boy will make an excellent consort. I am originally male
and I now lust for my former sex," Mika grinned savagely "better
still, I'll create a she-male - a lover worthy of all my
desires!"
Mika drew him close, and kissed Jeff hard - her pistoning lungs
drew all the air from his weaker ones. Jeff crumpled, and laid
unconscious at his mistress's feet.
"Have you killed him?" Maldea asked her eyes full of concern.
"He only sleeps, waiting for me to transform him. Don't worry
little slut I will still let you play with it - as it pleases me"
Mika answered.
Maldea nodded, some of the color returned to her shocked cheeks.
"Let us rejoin the others slut, the night is young and my desire
high," as Mika spoke she slipped two fingers deeply into Maldea's
needy cunt.
Unobserved the orgy restarted, with its full compliment of
players. The sexual energy fed the mirror, as gleaming with power
it reflected their unnatural lusts.
Chapter Thirty-three: ...who's the fairest of them all...
Days had passed, travel arrangements been made and from around
the globe the members selected for the inner scientific council
traveled towards their Mecca - New York City. Nothing could stop
them; nothing except and unanticipated female, 'Julia' she had
torn through the Caribbean, made landfall at South Carolina, and
rushed up the eastern seaboard. Although officially downgraded to
a tropical storm she still grounded flights throughout the
eastern U.S.
Raleigh International Airport was a mess, as one of the 'hubs' it
now boasted thousands of stranded passengers. The local hotels
were full to overflowing, and with many landslips rail & road
services were ineffective.
"Well I suppose we're in the same boat as everyone else, that's
some consolation," Pam said while patiently queuing for the
ladies room.
"It may console you, it merely annoys me intensely!" Eloise
complained, "and I for one have had enough" Eloise peered
intensely at the back of the woman ahead of Pam in the queue.
"You can't, we were told not to!" Pam warned nervously.
"Don't worry, darling. I'll be discrete" Eloise smiled a feral
smile.
As if by magic queue started to thin out, women drifted away -
some walked off more urgently to attend to... well something. Pam
waltzed forward into the vacant spaces.
"Hey, that's so cool Ellie, only five in front of us now!" Pam's
cheery demeanor vanished as soon as she saw Eloise's expression,
"Come on it's only five, leave well alone Ellie"
Eloise frowned deeply and looked daggers into the nearest girls
back. The cool blonde just turned, gave a little wave and
continued to wait.
"Who the hell are they," asked Pam.
"Friends," Eloise beamed, "just friends."
Eventually the restroom spat out the uninitiated, and only the
magnificent seven remained. They formed a tight circle and held
hands.
"Eloise Braggart" said a smiling Ellie.
"Pamela Morris"
"Margit Steinert"
"Anna Klemp"
"Sylvie Dacor"
"Macy McKechnie"
"Alison Blackhead" Alison completed the swift circuit.
Eloise started undressing first, it was her first captive
audience for a while and she relished the attention. Six pairs of
appreciative eyes devoured each treasure, as it was uncovered.
With Eloise it was the breasts that impressed, they were full,
yet perky, delicately uplifted into perfectly sculpted globes.
Pam reached out a hand toward their perfection. Only to have it
rudely slapped away.
"Wait, it's Margits turn," Ellie commanded.
"Actually we come as a set" Margit's laughter filled the room,
"you will see what I mean" Margit gave the slightest of nods to
Anna and Sylvie.
The three women shrugged off their tops to reveal six small
breasts; the most succulent of nipples tipped each one. The
areola was smooth and formed a slightly domed platform; a plump
elongated nipple crowned the pink disc. Four pairs of eyes drank
in the vision in front of them and widened, as the nipples grew
ever more erect.
Pam smiled a private smile, Ellie may have met her match; Margit
was not going to be pushed around - she clearly was a woman with
an agenda all of her own. Pam felt her juices flow a little more
freely.
Macy responded without any prompting at all, in seconds she was
naked. She stretched her legs widely apart, displaying the full
lips of her shaven slit to the others. With practiced ease she
slipped apart the thickened labia revealing the crown of her
enlarged clitoris. The mushroom like button glistened in
invitation.
"My specialty is a little different" Alison spoke as she
undressed.
Her body was perfectly balanced, smooth, hairless and tanned.
Eloise swallowed hard 'I want you - waiting on my pleasure' she
thought, and cruel delights flitted through her mind. Alison
ignored Ellie's hypnotic gaze, and moved to crouch between Macy's
spread thighs, her mouth a full six inches from the smooth gash.
Without moving she extended her tongue and inserted an inch of it
into Macy's expectant opening. Macy bore down swallowing the
impressive length of her friend's muscular organ. The circle
closed, the sighing began.
The restroom door swung open, and a female attendant walked in.
The young black woman stopped dead in her tracks - her newly lit
cigarette hung briefly on her bottom lip before falling unnoticed
to the floor. Calmly she walked out of the restroom, and hung the
'Closed for maintenance' sign on the hook - quietly she returned
to the restroom. 'Time to get me some serious maintenance' she
thought as she hastily disrobed - rerouted from the mundane to
the splendor of the orgy before her.
To be continued...
Part 11 of 12.
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