Author: Sailbad
Title: A Charmed Life - The Rescue
Part: 8 of 8
Universe: Jharum
Summary: The life of a woman given a special gift which changed her 
entire existence. Youth ever-lasting with a hunger for semen. She must 
rescue her love or lose her chance for happiness.
Keywords: FM, mc 

A Charmed Life
By Sailbad@storiesonline.org
Chapter 8 - The Rescue

When Liz woke up she glanced at the clock and noticed it was late.  She 
stretched and yawned and then found Fantine curled up against her.  She 
brushed her hair aside, kissed her forehead and then studied Fantine’s 
sweet, peaceful face.  It had been so long since Liz had ever felt 
anything like what brewed inside her now.  She wondered how it could be 
that she was so fortunate.  She was truly in love.

She laid still, holding Fantine late into the morning until finally 
deciding to get up and start some coffee.  She got a pot started and 
slipped quietly into the bathroom to take a shower.  She soaked herself 
in the warm spray and thought about Fantine and their fresh relationship.  
She tried to imagine what their future would be like.  

Through the frosted glass of the shower door she watched a sleek, 
feminine form stretch before the bathroom mirror and then turn face her.  
She recognized the dark hair and graceful curves.  She smiled and reached 
out to touch the shower door as though painting the image on the glass.  
She watched the figure sprout a long, red tail and then walk toward her.

Fantine opened the door and warmed Liz with her smile.  Liz welcomed her 
with an embrace.  They touched foreheads together and gazed into each 
other’s eyes.  Their smiles said everything.

Liz had always been careful about exposing Charm in the shower (the soap 
stung so), but as their lips met she slowly pushed it out to join 
Fantine.  Their tails entwined and the moment became a soul kiss.

The rest of their morning was spent in bathrobes either lying in bed or 
on the sofa with hours of playful banter or heartfelt entreaties.  
Fondness for each other grew on them as if it was their nature to be 
lovers and friends.  They tried to make an effort toward cooking 
breakfast but it was useless, they could not keep their hands off each 
other.  Realizing the futility, they decided on venturing out for lunch 
and then strayed repeatedly while trying to get dressed.  

Liz’ strong sense of propriety and order prevailed and they eventually 
found themselves at a quiet little restaurant beside a stretch of river-
walk.

At the restaurant and all through their lunch, Fantine continued in her 
playful, almost lackadaisical mood but Liz was strictly business.

“I’ll have to sell my car but I can just give away my furniture and 
clothes,” Liz asserted, she was practically just thinking out loud 
because Fantine was not really in a planning frame of mind.  “That leaves 
us with just a few boxes to take with us.”

“My boat is waiting for us in San Diego,” offered Fantine, then she gave 
a mock pout.  “Why do you not tell me again how much you love me?”

“Perfect.  I’ll tell them I accepted a job in Baltimore,” continued Liz, 
ignoring Fantine’s playful taunt.  “Nobody would dare try to track me 
down there.”

“If someone, they love you very much, then they search the world for you, 
eh?”

“Silly girl.  Plan now – love later,” Liz chided in acknowledgement of 
her lover’s plea for attention.  She took Fantine’s hand over the table 
and smiled warmly at her.  Lunch was over and they both needed more 
private time.  They agreed to go back to the apartment and curl up 
together for a nap.  They paid the check and eagerly headed back to the 
car.

She saw him only an instant; an angry face standing in the parking lot.  
Her only thought had been, ‘Oh, what is he doing here?’  Liz quickly 
dismissed the incident and her mind turned back to organizing her move 
and leaving this life for good.

As they approached the car, she released Fantine’s hand and walked around 
the front of the car to the other side.  She never saw the quick movement 
from the shadows or heard the rushing footsteps.  She did hear a shriek 
and when she looked up she saw the figure of a large man standing in 
front of Fantine.  She saw the blur of motion as the man thrust his arm 
repeatedly upward against her love’s stomach.  She heard gasps as Fantine 
took the blows.

Fantine slowly crumpled to the ground and over her, the burly attendant 
from the adult book store stood with a bloody knife clutched in his fist 
and a furious grimace on his face.

“You think you can fuck with me, bitch,” the man yelled at his prone 
victim?  He looked over at Liz with the same wild glare in his eyes.  He 
pointed the knife at her and growled through clenched teeth, “I got the 
same for all you bitches.”  

Liz froze in shock and fear.  Her Fantine was struck down and now she 
faced the same fate.  She was powerless to stop him and simply waited for 
his rage to spend itself on her.  

The man had apparently redeemed whatever anger he had.  He glanced down 
at Fantine and his face melted from rage to fear at what he had done.  
Instead of attacking Liz he simply thrust his bloodied hand and weapon 
into his coat pocket, turned and quickly walked away.

Liz recuperated from her shock and rushed around the car to Fantine.  
When she saw her lover curled up on the ground in a pool of blood she 
dropped to her knees and cried.  She lifted Fantine’s head to her lap and 
wailed her grief out loud.  Her years of medical training and experience 
fled her.  Her conscious mind helplessly retracted at the catastrophe 
before her.

A witness had seen the entire attack and had called for an ambulance.  
Within seconds the two women were surrounded by concerned strangers 
offering sympathy and aid.  Liz was inconsolable.  She rocked Fantine’s 
limp form in her arms and called her name but Fantine would not respond.

It was all a blur for Liz; a confusing collage of images and events.  
Some passed like a blink of an eye, some dragged like torture.  
Paramedics arrived and tended to Fantine.  They put her on a stretcher 
and Liz rode with her in the ambulance.  At the hospital, the emergency 
room was a flurry of activity and change.  Liz was dumbfounded through 
the entire experience.  Covered in blood, she stood helpless and vacant 
at the side of the chaos and was physically led through the calamity in a 
horrified daze.  At last she was walked into a waiting room and made to 
sit.  

It was quite some time before she climbed out of her stupor and became 
responsive. Once she had seized reality, her first priority was to find 
out everything she could about Fantine.  She asked the nurse at the desk 
and was referred to the intensive care wing.  When she got to the ICU, 
she was given the run around and when she found some one who would talk 
to her the only thing they wanted to know was Fantine’s vital 
information, her financial status and insurance.  Liz resolved herself to 
sit in the waiting area and wait to speak to her doctor.

It was late afternoon when a man in a lab coat came looking for her.  
“Hello, I’m Doctor Murray,” He said.  “Are you the young lady who came in 
with our stab victim?”

“Yes.  Thank you so much for seeing me, Doctor,” Liz anxiously replied as 
she rose to shake his hand.  “My name is Elizabeth.  How is she?”

“I’ll be honest with you, she’s been hurt bad,” replied Dr. Murray in a 
grave tone.  “It doesn’t look good for her.  Frankly,... we’re surprised 
how well she’s hung on so far.”

Liz choked back a sob.  She tried to say something to express her 
desperation and dire need for his support.  “But... she can’t.  We were... “  
She was lost in desperation.

“I’m sorry,” Dr. Murray continued.  “Does she have any family; anyone 
else who should be here for her?  For you?”

Liz felt stunned, like her emotions had just been tapped dry.  “No,... 
they’re all dead,” she said in a hollow voice.  This news was so 
terrible.  She felt so sad for Fantine; she had so much; she had been 
through so much.  Now, she would lose it all, right when she had finished 
her long quest.  She did not even want to begin probing her own loss; 
finding love for the first time in four hundred years.  She had protected 
her heart from this for so long and just when she found some one to give 
her heart to, she was going to lose them again.  It was not fair.  They 
had both come so far to find each other and would now lose it all.

“Well, we’ll... do everything we can for her,” said Dr. Murray, awkwardly 
fumbling for the right thing to say.

“Can I see her,” she asked, hoping he was painting a worse picture than 
the situation warranted?

“It will still be a while,” he confided.  “She’s still in surgery.  We’re 
waiting for her condition to stabilize.  We’ll let you know when you can 
go in.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” Liz replied.  “I know you’ll do your best.”  She 
turned and sat down.  She looked bedraggled and tired.  She was still 
covered in Fantine’s blood and shuddered to think what people wondered 
about her.  She broke down and cried.

About an hour later, a nurse summoned Liz to Fantine’s space in the ward.  
When Liz saw her she was shocked.  The bold, courageous girl she met two 
days ago looked frail, helpless and wasted on the stark hospital bed.  
Her face was pale, drawn and listless.  Her body looked limp and fragile 
with all the wires and hoses dangling from her.  Liz approached her 
carefully and tried to be brave.  She kissed Fantine’s brow and whispered 
her name; hoping to draw her from her peril.  She sat by Fantine’s bed 
held her hand to her cheek, lulled hypnotically by the steady beep of the 
cardiac monitor.

It was starting to get dark out when Liz was roused from her lament by 
the nurse telling her that the police needed to ask her some questions.  
Two grave looking men were waiting for her in the hallway.  

“’ evening, ma’am,” said the taller of the two men.  “I’m detective 
Yates.  This is detective Haney.”   Each of the men offered his hand 
which Liz shook in succession.  “We’ve been assigned to your friend’s 
case, Ms...?”

“Smith,” offered Liz.  The fear of giving her personal information to the 
authorities was always fresh in her mind.

“Yes, Ms. Smith,” Yates continued.  “You were there at the scene.  Did 
you get a good look at your friend’s attacker?  ”

“I did,” Liz affirmed.

“Do you think you could give us an adequate description, ma’am,” asked 
Haney?

“I don’t need to,” said Liz with a tinge of vengeance in her voice.  
“I’ve seen him before.  He works as the store attendant at Wicked Wanda’s 
Pleasure Palace.  It’s east on Highway 10, just this side of that big 
truck stop.  He’s tall, dark hair, on the fat side with thick eyebrows 
and a moustache.  He usually works the night shift.”

“You know this for certain,” injected Yates?
   
“Oh, yes.  It was definitely him,” she said.  She was thrilled to set 
that bastard up.

“Is there any particular reason this man might have for attacking your 
friend,” queried Haney?

Liz knew she might be revealing information that could attract the wrong 
kind of attention but it was for Fantine.  “We were involved in... an 
altercation there on Friday night.”

The two detectives looked at each other and then back at Liz.  
“Altercation, ma’am,” asked Yates?  

“He expelled us.  Hostilities were exchanged.”  She hoped they would not 
probe any deeper than that.  “He kicked us out for... creating a scene.”

“And you could pick this man out of a line-up if you had to,” Yates 
pressed?

“Definitely,” she did not want to be the only one in court.  “Everybody 
there saw him.”

“These questions are just part of our investigation,” Yates said.  “We 
hope your friend pulls through but... if she doesn’t, there’ll be a 
homicide investigation.  Is there anything else you’d like to tell us?”

Homicide - that word brought a pang of fear and dread to her.  “No.  
That’s all.  He’s the one.  You’ll find him there.”  They asked her for 
her number and address in case they needed her for any more information.  
Liz gave them a reasonable fabrication and they left.

Liz returned to Fantine’s side.  Deep sadness and fear ruled her.  If 
Fantine did die, there would be an autopsy.  And if there was, they would 
surely discover her secret.  And that would raise many questions.  This 
situation would quickly become toxically volatile.  ‘She must not die!  I 
can’t let her.’ Liz thought.  But what could she do?

She poured over her medical knowledge, all of her carefully gathered 
facts and experience she reviewed to find some way she could help.  She 
even debated revealing Fantine’s nature and deep secret if it might help 
her treatment.

Then an idea struck her.  Fantine had been near death once before.  Her 
jharum pulled her through.  It could again, but how?  Liz knew what she 
could do to help.  There were many uncertainties.  It would be risky but 
she would have to try.  To recue her love, she would do this and much 
more.  She needed to work fast.  She stood up and leaned over the face of 
her dear Fantine.  Fighting back tears, she steeled herself to make this 
gambit for her life.  She kissed Fantine and left.

Outside the hospital, Liz hailed a taxi and rode to her apartment.  On 
the way she quickly worked out a plan of action.  She needed a skirt, for 
ease of access and cover; she needed her car, to move fast and safely; 
and of course she needed money, for the arcade.

In her apartment, she got out of her bloody clothes and put on a thick 
flannel shirt and denim skirt.  She took off her panties; they would just 
be a nuisance for what she needed to do.  She took a long jacket from the 
closet and pulled it on.  Next, she needed cash.  Rummaging through her 
purse she found some fives and ones; enough to occupy some time.  She 
would be missing her full compliment of safety devices but this was an 
emergency and risks would have to be taken.  

For convenience sake she would go to an adult book store near the 
hospital.  She had never visited this one before because it was so close 
to home.  She trusted that it had enough in common with all the other 
arcades she had been in that her usual technique would not have to be 
altered too much.  

For the second time in a week she was going into an adult video arcade to 
collect sperm from store patrons.  Her plan was to store up a quantity of 
it within Charm and then, somehow, pass it on to Fantine.  There were 
some holes in her plan but she was desperate and this was her only 
option.  She just hoped with all of her heart that Fantine could hold on 
until she got there.

A short trip from her apartment down to the main drag and then straight 
downtown and she was there.  She pulled into a seedy looking old brick 
building at the edge of the warehouse district with a lit yellow sign 
blaring out the attractions of Books, Videos and XXX Arcade.

It was only yesterday that she had woken to the notion she would never 
have to visit such a place again but she was back again, this time for 
Fantine.  She took none of her pre-forage liberties to prepare herself 
for the chore as she usually did.  Her time was too short and she lacked 
any inclination to make this pleasant in any way.  She took only a moment 
to reaffirm her resolve and then stepped out of the car and closed the 
door.  She pushed Charm out as she walked.  Charm squished wetly and she 
stretched it fully before curling it under her butt, ready to strike.

Walking up the stairs to the loading dock entrance she was met by an 
overweight and unattractive black woman, cheaply under-dressed in a gaudy 
display of sexual enticement.  

“Where you think you’re goin’,” she intoned in a threatening manner?

Liz had no time to exert her rights and simply side stepped the woman.

“Hey!  I’m talking to you.” she insisted.  “This is MY co’na!”

“I’m not working,” was Liz’ only reply.  The woman was set on making it 
an issue for her to leave but Liz defused her argument by quickly 
stepping through the door.  ‘Let her try that in here,’ she thought.

Inside, Liz was not surprised to see anything she had not seen before in 
dozens of similar such places.  A barely cognizant attendant sat on a 
stool behind the counter reading a paper and did not even register her 
entrance.  She merely glanced around the room to find where the arcade 
booths were located.  A sign directed her to a dark hallway in the 
corner.  Unlike most of her haunts, this place was virtually deserted – 
Sunday obviously being a slow night for the porn industry.  She reasoned 
that taking her place in a booth and waiting would not attract suitors if 
there were none around to witness her presence.  She needed to wait.  

It was not too long before a young man stepped out of one of the booths 
and then almost froze in shock at the sight of a lone female standing in 
the fantasy realm of male longing.  Liz hoped he had not already spent 
himself.  Regardless, she needed him.  She smiled at him and held him in 
her gaze, a very provocative maneuver but especially for this venue.  At 
first, he seemed to be caught off guard like a deer in the headlights, 
then his expression melted into one of disbelief, but once he figured out 
that he was being propositioned with little or no likelihood of 
misinterpretation he boiled over into a look of hungry lust.  This was 
something Liz could control easily.

Never relenting her wanton smile, she passed close by him and entered the 
booth he just vacated.  These were a different kind of booth.  These were 
narrow with a bench seat at the back.  Above the seat at about eye-level 
and behind a window sat a projector.  A projection screen was on the back 
side of the door.  This did not give her much room to work but she knew 
she could make good use of it just the same.  She turned around and 
watched him through the open door, she made her offer with her eyes. 

He took her bait but instead of entering the adjacent booth, he walked 
right in with her.  Not what she had planned but she could still get what 
she wanted.  Time demanded she take whatever chance she had.  He closed 
the door behind him.  

“Hey, lady.  So how do you want to do this,” he whispered.

Liz patted her hand on the top of the coin box and then shuffled to 
change places with him.  She latched the door as he dropped some quarters 
into the slot.  Immediately it got dark and the projector started 
playing.  She pushed him back toward the bench and started to unfasten 
his pants.  His hands went to her legs and under the hem of her skirt.

Alarmed, Liz seized his hands.  “Let me,” she whispered to reassure him.  
She dropped his pants to fall about his ankles and took him by the 
shoulders to apply her kiss.  It was wet and sloppy, obviously one of his 
first and Liz gave it to him deeply with plenty of tongue action.  His 
cock, probably hard since before she met him was pressed firmly against 
her stomach and she took it in her hands and tried to wrestle him onto 
the bench before his hands went wandering again.  She lost her lip-lock 
on him when he sat down and before he could use the available light to 
check her out, she quickly straddled him and thrust her pelvis firm 
against him.

 She drew Charm within to protrude just beyond her pussy’s lips.  She 
opened Charm wide to grasp his cock as soon as she brought it close.  She 
was going to fuck him with Charm as a sleeve between them, just like she 
had done with the last man she had in the arcade on Friday.  They both 
breathed heavily in the excitement and struggle of the impending tryst.  
Liz thrust her hands between them before he could.  She dug beneath her 
bunched up skirt and found his stiff rod with her hands.  Lifting 
herself, she guided the eager meat to Charm’s waiting mouth.  
Unceremoniously she sank down upon him.  Charm devoured the smooth fleshy 
pole to its hairy root.  The young man gasped his relief and joy and 
thrust his hips up to a tight lock with Liz’.  His hands seized her round 
butt and held her against his straining loins.

Their fuck commenced.  Liz rose again when she felt his hips rock back 
and then dropped again to meet his next thrust.  Charm stayed with her 
and indulged his captured dick with withering caresses.  There was no 
denying Liz was enjoying this.  She was taking a risk in exposing her 
secret but she had a plan to cover herself.  She rode him for a few more 
thrilling pumps and then she felt it was time to put him under.  She 
covered his mouth with hers and pushed in her tongue.  

The effect was almost instantaneous.  He clamped her ass with his hands 
and trapped her against his hips as his first spurt of relief gushed into 
Charm’s clutch.  He grunted and his cock spat another thick stream to 
join the first.  Another came and then another.  Liz reasoned that he 
must have gotten terribly worked up in the arcade.  That and his young 
age were making for an enormous load.  His weakening grip on her ass and 
the slow drop of his hips signaled his lapse into unconsciousness but his 
cock continued to feed her jet after jet of his issue.  She collected it 
all and fought off her instinct to swallow it down but she kept her kiss 
with him to knock him out good.

She broke her kiss and wondered if he had any more.  Thinking he might be 
the only guy she could find for a while, she reengaged his mouth and 
waited to coax a renewed erection from him.  She pushed Charm all the way 
out but kept her grasp on the young dick.  She twisted and churned her 
snake-like organ over his and waited for a response.  It was not long 
before the sleeping penis woke up to its former firm alertness.  Liz took 
advantage of his unconsciousness to push Charm over him deeper.  She 
opened up Charm and devoured his balls into her slippery, undulating 
grasp.  She began to work her hollow tentacle over his flesh, up and 
down, squeezing and releasing over all of his most sensitive areas.  She 
felt his muscles tense and then the telltale throb went through his cock 
followed by a fresh delivery of yet even more warm jizz.  Liz broke her 
kiss and let him spend in her catch while she enjoyed the silent splendor 
of post erotic bliss.

As she was sucking the last trace of his cum from his slowly drooping 
dick she was startled by the touch of a hand on her ass.  Bolting 
upright, she looked down at the face of the young man below her.  He was 
asleep, his arms hung limp at his sides.  Twisting around in fright, she 
saw an arm reaching in through the glory hole of the adjacent booth.  
Relieved that she still held on to some discretionary privacy, she 
quickly disgorged her companion and raised herself while pulling Charm 
safely in.  She placed her hand over the hand feeling her butt and turned 
to address her next victim. 

The arm withdrew and Liz crouched down to see the face of a middle-aged 
man through the glory hole.  He put his face as close as he could to the 
hole and whispered, “Hey, baby.  ‘you suppose you could bring some of 
that over here when you’re done?”

“If you’ve got something for me, I’m ready,” she whispered back.  Perfect 
timing, she was one step closer to saving Fantine.  She stood up and 
smoothed down her skirt before stepping out of the booth.  She looked 
back at the young man she just had.  He was slouched against the back of 
the booth with his pants around his ankles, his sapped penis lying slack 
over his thigh and a contented semi-smile lingering on his face.  Liz 
closed the door on him and trusted no one would take advantage of him 
before he came to.  

Liz lightly scratched her nails on the door of her next contender’s 
booth.  The latch clattered and the portal creaked open.  She looked 
quickly around her to ensure no one was watching and then she stepped 
into the projector’s flickering light.  A man in a jacket and slacks 
stood up before her, blocking the light.  She closed the door and latched 
it making herself his for the taking – or so he thought.

“Whoa baby.  You’re a hottie,” he whispered as he backed up to let the 
light spill on her.  “What’s this gonna cost me,” he asked?

“It’s on the house,” she responded.  “I just need some play-time.”

“You ‘n me both, sweet thing,” he breathed while shrugging off his 
jacket.

Liz wasted no time, she pulled him to her by his belt and planted her 
kiss on him, readying him for action.  Her fingers undid his belt and 
pants, shoving them down she sought his hard-on.  She found it – short 
but very broad and jutting from a thick mass of kinky hair.  She let her 
hands explore him, cupping his large balls and tracing the enormous head.

His hands returned the favor.  He had lifted her skirt and was examining 
her moist cleft.  Charm was safely hidden so she allowed his fingers to 
part her and probe her inner folds.  It was a tender exchange she rarely 
indulged in and she let it play out for memory’s sake.  One finger he 
thrust as deep as possible in her cunt while two others surrounded her 
clit in a clumsy attempt at arousal.  She surrendered to it and was 
surprised by a sudden orgasm that sprang through her.  It was not epic 
but it soothed her tense nerves.  She shuddered and cooed which seemed to 
give him a spat of satisfaction.

“Sit down.  I want to get to it,” she suggested.  She was a bit ashamed 
to admit to herself but she really wanted to get Charm wrapped around 
that stout lever of his.

He quickly complied.  Pushing his pants all the way down and lifting his 
shirt tails he sat down and waited for her to mount him.  His eyes were 
glued to Liz’ curly snatch as she lifted her skirt and stepped over him 
with her knees wide apart.

Liz pushed her hips tight against him to hide her secret.  She pushed 
Charm out flush to her labia and then groped for his erection with her 
hand.  She held him ready as she lowered her hips onto his lap.  The fat 
head of his cock came up firm against Charm and Liz realized his dick and 
Charm around it was going to be a tight fit.  She pushed down and he 
would not slip in.  Out of desperation she forced Charm out and embraced 
his bloated head with it. She squeezed the head firmly while drooling out 
her slick secretions over him to aid passage.  With another heavy bound 
she skewered herself on him, Charm and all.

“Wow.  That’s some pussy you got there,” he quietly exclaimed.  “How’s 
your pussy do that?”

A question Liz did not want to answer.  She began her steady hump against 
him, up and then down with a quick snap forward of her hips.  She wanted 
to feel his shaft and she certainly was.  He was big in her and she felt 
his contours exaggerated in their tight confines.  Liz let herself go and 
started enjoying a happy fuck.

The man’s hands were busy.  He pushed up the front of her shirt and 
kneaded her heavy breasts through the fabric of her bra.  They crept 
around her back and then down to close around her ass.  He guided her up 
and down and used his grip on her as leverage for his own rocking thrust. 

She did not have to move far to enjoy his full length but what she was 
sliding on felt great.  Another orgasm was upon her and she welcomed it.  
She lost her rhythm in the midst of it and just pressed her pelvis 
against him as climax took its course. 

He took the opportunity of her stillness to creep his hands under her 
butt and his fingers began probing her cunt, trying to investigate its 
special talent.

Liz would not have it.  She thrust her butt back to push his hands away, 
she tilted is head back with both hands and thrust her tongue deep into 
his mouth.  Her hips went back to work and before he knew what hit him he 
was yielding to her his cum load.  Thick and heavy she drained it from 
him while sinking him to sleep with her intoxicating kiss.  She waited 
until he was absolutely still before she came up for air and gathered his 
sperm to join the collection from her last beau.

Above her the projector went dark.  She listened closely in the wreckage 
of their tumult for any signs they might have been detected.  She heard 
light snoring coming from her first partner in the next cube.  All else 
was silent.  She realized she must have over dosed her current paramour a 
bit too much as he was still stiff and ready for more.

She pushed Charm all the way out and while keeping a hold on her captured 
cock, she stood up to relieve the cramping in her legs.  Stooped over her 
donor, she worked him with Charm, up and down, twisting back and forth, 
sucking hard around his head.  She played him until she sensed his 
tenseness at just the right peak and then she gave her kiss again to 
finish him off.  Squirt, squirt, squirt.  More serum for Fantine. 

She stored it away and stepped back.  Once again, she smoothed down her 
skirt and made ready to step back out into the arcade.  She was careful 
to close the door on her sleeping friend.  She stood alone in the vacant 
arcade and glanced at her watch.  10:30, later than she thought.  Two men 
are all she had found in the arcade and there was no reason to believe 
any more would show up.  It was time to give Fantine what she was able to 
collect.  She hoped it was enough.

She left the arcade and made her way through the store.  As she was about 
to push open the door she heard the store attendant call out.  “Have us a 
good time, did we?”

‘You snarky punk,’ she thought.  ‘I ought to...’  Yes, she certainly ought 
to.  He had what she desperately needed and she sure would not be coming 
here again.  She spun around on her heal, sauntered up to his counter and 
with her most alluring smile said, “I won’t know until I’ve tried you.”

The man, slightly pudgy and not at all gifted with appealing looks was 
stunned into silence by the gracious offering.  His pleading eyes told 
her that he hoped it was not a joke.

Liz stepped around to the side of the counter and stood before the 
opening.  With Charm tucked safely away, she pulled up the front of her 
skirt to show him it was not a joke.  For a minute he just stood there, 
taking in the beautiful sight up Liz’s shapely legs leading to the 
triangular patch of sheer pussy perfection.

“How about a quick one,” she said as she thrust her hips at him in 
stripper fashion.

“Right here?  Right now?”  

“Why not?  No one will see.”  Liz had him mesmerized and she advanced on 
him.  She walked right up to him, took his hands, placed them on her 
naked hips and then started to unfasten his pants.  She used the ruse 
just to get close to him.  She would get him off all right, but she was 
not going to let him be conscious enough to enjoy it.  She brought her 
mouth to his and he was lost.  Their tongues engaged and his erection 
sprang from his pants.  She took hold of his dick and let his hands roam 
over her ass.  They held that pose nearly a minute before his knees 
slowly bent under the weariness that was overtaking him.  Liz stayed with 
him as he sank to his knees, then his hip, and then collapsed to the 
floor.

He was hers to do with as she pleased and, being in a hurry, she merely 
meant to take his seed and leave.  Charm snaked its way out from her 
crotch and swallowed the prone shop-keeper’s manhood in one quick gulp.  
Liz kept her kiss on him to bring him off quickly.  Charm sucked and 
pumped at him with reckless abandon.  The attendant twitched, convulsed 
and started shooting off.  

Liz broke the kiss and rose on her knees over him, holding her skirt out 
of the way she let Charm dine on him to his last drop.

Just then, the door burst open and the homely hooker from the loading 
dock stormed in.  Liz nearly bolted up in fear but as it was, she froze 
in determined defiance and completely forgot about covering herself.

“Wha...  Whachoo doin to dat boy,” the woman stammered as she stood at the 
end of the counter and stared at the scene?  “Wha dat...  What da fuck is 
dat?”   She stumbled backward toward the door and Liz just stared back at 
her without moving a muscle.  Charm was fully exposed like a red 
umbilical connecting the two on the floor.  “Damn...  Keep dat ding away 
from me,” the frightened woman exclaimed and then charged out the door 
and ran away.

Liz did not concern herself with it.  She knew the woman was too scared 
to do anything and that nobody would ever believe her.  She finished the 
last of the attendant’s issue and slowly rose to her feet.  Dropping her 
skirt, she suddenly realized the strain that holding five loads of cum 
was on Charm’s aching muscles.  She did not try to draw Charm in for fear 
of spilling her valuable collection.  She twisted Charm’s tip into a knot 
to help hold on and then made her way out of the store.

True to her suspicions, the frantic hooker had cleared out.  Liz went to 
her car and started planning her next move in her mind as she drove back 
to the hospital.  She squeezed Charm in her fist to relieve tired aching 
muscles and tried to relax.  Ten short minutes and she pulled into the 
parking lot.

This was it.  Liz kept Charm’s vital fluid secure as she stepped from her 
car.  It was late and the hospital was still and silent.  She made her 
way to the elevator and rode it up to the ICU.  She walked in to the 
intensive care unit and approached Fantine’s bed.  The curtains were 
drawn around it and just as she was about to pull them back she was 
hailed by the ICU nurse from her corner station.

“I’m sorry, ma’am.  Visiting hours are over.”

“I just need to see her.  It’ll only be a moment,” countered Liz.  This 
obstruction was another problem she had not planned on.

“I’m sorry but our rules are clear.  The patients can not be disturbed 
past visiting hours,” continued the nurse.  She left her booth and walked 
toward Liz.  “Her condition hasn’t changed since this afternoon.”

“But it is important that I... I need to be alone with her.  It will only 
be a minute,” argued Liz.  She would fight if that was what it took but 
she had to get this woman out of the way.

The nurse took her by the elbow and tried to usher her out saying, “If 
you like I can have you notified the instant her condition changes but I 
really must ask you to leave.”

That was it.  Liz had come too far and her mission was far too crucial to 
let this woman and her regulations get in the way.  She spun the nurse 
around and threw her arms about her, trying to pull her close.  The nurse 
fought back by wrenching her arms between them and pushing back hard 
against Liz.  Liz would not be denied, she forced the woman back against 
the wall and using it for leverage, she pulled the nurse’s face to her 
own.  The nurse struggled and twisted in protest as Liz pressed their 
lips together.  Her resistance continued but once Liz’ kiss began to take 
its effect, the nurse was doomed.  Her arms slowly wrapped around Liz’ 
neck and she moaned her pleasure.  Liz let their bodies sink slowly to 
the floor while feeding the nurse more of her kiss.  She had the woman 
laid flat on the floor but continued her embrace to ensure she was 
completely unconscious.

With the nurse disabled, Liz could now tend to Fantine.  She went to 
Fantine’s bedside and drew the curtain securely around them.  She pulled 
down the sheets covering Fantine and lifted the front of her gown to 
expose her sex.  Liz almost began to cry again to see her like this but 
she staved it off.  She needed to be steady and work fast.

Liz parted Fantine’s knees for better access and then gingerly climbed up 
onto the bed.  She was careful not to disturb any of the tubes or 
bandages.  She straddled Fantine’s hips with her puss directly over 
Fantine’s.  She spread her skirt over them for cover and took another 
cautious glance about to make sure she had not been seen.

Charm set to work.  She found and entered Fantine’s vagina.  It was 
difficult with her partner being so dry and Charm was weak from straining 
to contain its load.  She pushed her way up to the cervix all the time 
hoping to encounter her lover’s tail.  

She looked imploringly at Fantine’s unresponsive face and hoped for a 
reaction.  She heard a soft moan from the nurse on the floor.  She needed 
to hurry.  She poked about the cervix and entered beyond.  She found the 
soft, moist mass of Fantine’s jharum curled up in its secluded refuge.  
She could trace its length in either direction but she could not find the 
tip.  Time was wasting, the nurse would recover soon.  She pushed more of 
Charm into Fantine to allow more freedom of movement.  She wrapped around 
her lover’s appendage and found a point at which it began to taper.  This 
was the right direction.

The nurse gave a long groan and started to stir, it was a matter of 
minutes now.  Liz pulled Fantine’s jharum out of her uterus and into her 
vagina, straightening out through her narrow channel.  This made it 
easier to work with.  She located the tip and started to ply its opening.  
It was extremely strenuous task and it taxed Liz’ patience.  If she had 
to rely on any organ less deft than Charm, it could not have been done at 
all but she forced open the delicate mouth of Fantine’s tail and worked 
her way in.

“What’s going on here,” boomed the voice of the head nurse?  Liz could 
not see, she had obviously just entered the ICU and found Liz’ victim on 
the floor.  “What are you doing on the floor?”

Liz was almost frantic.  She was so close but needed more time.  
Fantine’s unconscious jharum was like a wet noodle and Liz was having 
great difficulty piercing her way up its length.

“I don’t know.  I passed out,” said the ICU nurse in a groggy voice.  “I 
was talking to that... Hey, wait a minute.”

Liz was straining with tired muscles against a limp, slippery, 
uncooperative lump of flesh and she was making little headway.  She 
needed to be in much deeper before she passed on her stored share of 
semen or her entire effort would be wasted.  She narrowed Charm to a 
point and thrust in with all her might to try and thread her way as deep 
into Fantine as she could.  It was starting to work.  She had slid in 
half way and she began to twist Charm round in tiny circles as she 
pushed.

Footsteps were quickly approaching.  The curtain was thrown open and 
standing beside the hospital bed stood the ICU nurse.  “What are you 
doing,” she yelled!  She immediately took hold of Liz’ arm, trying to 
pull her off of Fantine.  “Carol, I need help,” she called to the other 
nurse!

Liz had penetrated deep into Fantine but not as deep as she felt 
necessary.  The head nurse arrived at the bed side and reached around 
Liz’ waist to assist her removal.  Liz pushed hard against the ICU nurse 
but was losing her balance.  She threw her leg opposite the two women 
over the side of the bed for leverage.  “Not yet! Not... yet,” she cried.  
It was obvious to her she could not keep her hold.  Fearing Charm would 
be pulled from her hard-fought entrenchment, she pushed in again one last 
time as deep as she could reach and squirted the carefully retained 
seminal fluid into Fantine in a single pulse.  It drained from her and 
shot up Fantine’s limp tube of flesh.

That was all she could do.  The ICU nurse flung an arm around her neck 
and gave a hard pull.  Liz lost her struggle.  She withdrew Charm from 
Fantine as quickly as she could.  In her haste she felt Fantine’s jharum 
getting dragged out from Fantine’s vagina.  Thinking quickly, she 
clutched Fantine’s gown and drew it over her as she tumbled over the side 
of the bed.

Liz landed in the arms of the two nurses but managed to get her feet 
under herself before falling to the ground.  She immediately burst into 
tears at her failure and capture.  She had tried so hard and after this 
debacle, with time running out, she would not likely get another chance.  
Her bitter defeat would cost Fantine her life.  The evening and her 
desperate plan had given her hope but that was all gone now.  Locked in 
the nurses’ grip she gave up to her sorrow.

The two nurses drew her upright and twisted her arms behind her back.  
Liz wept her grief, there would be no way to explain what she needed to 
do or enlist their help.  As she was dragged away, Liz heard a soft moan 
come from Fantine’s bed.  She gasped, stopped in her tracks, turned and 
called, “Fantine?”  Both nurses grabbed her firmly and pulled her toward 
the door.  Liz planted her feet and shrugged them back.  “Fantine, 
darling,” she called again to the bed behind the curtain?

“Liz.  Liz.  Où êtes-vous,” Fantine called back, weakly?

The two nurses froze in disbelief; any response from someone in Fantine’s 
condition was clearly beyond their expectations.  Liz wrenched herself 
free of them and went to her side.  She kissed Fantine’s forehead and 
stroked her hair.  “I’m here, my dearest,” she whispered.

“Que s'est produit?  Où suis-je,” Fantine continued in a plaintive, 
distressed tone?

“Shhhhhh,” soothed Liz, almost giggling her delight.  “You’re in a 
hospital.  Un hôpital.   Tout est bien.”  She tidied Fantine’s gown with 
her free hand to secure Fantine’s secret.  

“I’ll go get Dr. Murray,” the head nurse announced, still somewhat 
astonished as she briskly walked away.  “SHE,” emphasizing her point by a 
hard stab of her finger toward Liz, “is going to have to leave, though!”

The ICU nurse nodded in acknowledgement and went to the other side of the 
bed.  She pulled the sheet back over Fantine and checked her oxygen and 
plasma lines.  As she worked she watched Liz with a very curious smile.

Liz knew that one was going to have to be avoided.  Sniffing away her 
tears, she kissed Fantine’s hand and hugged a cheek to her temple.

“Je t'aime,” whispered Fantine between short breaths.  “Do not... leave 
me.”

“I love you too,” replied Liz.  “Get some rest, love.  I’ll be here when 
you wake up.”  Tremendous relief and happiness spread through Liz.  They 
had won.  They had each other and they had forever.

THE END

By Sailbad@storiesonline.org


  
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