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Subject: Darkside: United States of Anarchy 01 (nc rape, voyeur)
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DARKSIDE: The United States of Anarchy; "The Boy In The Attic."

[Disclaimer:  This text is intended for adult audiences, if you are 
not of age to view it, be somewhere else.  This series of stories 
explores the darker aspects of the human experience, if that might 
offend you, then you were warned, and it isn't my problem. -- KTM ]

        Anything can happen in the Multiverse.  Even a world that
is much like ours, but which somehow... isn't.  A world that is a
magnet for the blackness in the dreams and souls of humankind.  A
world known as: The Darkside.

        The World's economic system depends on a delicate
interlocking system of mutual trust and financial debt.  When
those bonds shattered, the governments and monetary institutions
crumbled.  Even the most idealistic civil servants left their jobs
when their families were gripped with hunger.  The Survivors of
the Chaos would come to call their nation the United States of
Anarchy.


Chapter 1.  "The Boy In The Attic."  -- by KTM.


        Robbie crouched in the attic, his fist pushed deep in his
mouth.  This sort of thing just didn't happen in Iowa, not in one's
own home.  The brigands were in the house, and if they knew he was
there, they would kill him, just like they'd killed his dad.
        He was close to wetting himself or crying because he
realized that he'd screwed up.  When he scrambled to the attic,
he'd left the rope dangling down for the attic steps.  He could
hear heavy clomping foot-steps in the hallway, and rough voices
arguing about checking the attic.
        Robbie was a small, dark haired boy, even though he was
almost 13.  He looked around in fright for another place to hide. 
Then he saw it, the air conditioning vent!
        He'd been in there before, just a few months ago.  Dad had 
asked him to help clean the air filters.  It was a large old house, 
and it was hard to get at them without paying for a service call. 
Robbie had saved them enough money that he'd gotten to chose the
kind of ice-cream they bought for a month.
        He crawled over to it and checked to see if he could still
put his hands between the slats.  Quickly he unlatched it, then
turned to pull some boxes over to conceal the vent.  He slipped
inside, and set the grate back in place.
        First latch, and the second closed.  He reached to the
other side and stretched his fingers.  Third latch done.  Light
poured up into the attic from the steps the men had pulled down. 
Robbie froze, his fingers just about to stick through the slats
again.
        The boxes kept him from seeing the man, and the boy thought
it was probably a good thing.  Sweat streaked down his face as he
fought to quiet his fast breathing.  He flinched as the man stomped
around, kicking boxes of stored junk, and shining his flashlight
into every corner.
        The invader muttered curses in a steady stream, that broke 
into a snarl when a man down in the hall yelled for him to tell
what he saw.  "Just some fuckin' Christmas tree lights, Skull," he
shouted, "and a lot of dust.  Can I come down now?" he said
petulantly.
        "Yeah, Red," the voice answered, "c'mon, the fun's
starting."  The light retreated and Red started down the steps. 
And behind his shield of boxes, Robbie felt brave enough to reach
for the last latch, and snapped it closed.  Snap!
        "What was that?  I thought I heard something," Red said. 
He paused with just his head in the attic, and shone the flashlight
again to the corners of the dusty space of the room.
        "Aw forget it," Skull's voice said, "these old houses are 
always making noises.  You didn't see anything, did you?"
        "Well, no," Red said.
        "Then c'mon, Red!"  Red's light faded, and with a thud the 
attic stairs were closed again.
        Robbie heard a feminine squeal through the ducts, so he
turned around again, and quietly crawled through the metal tunnels
to the 'T'  junction.  At the junction he waited, until he heard
his sister whimper on the left, and he followed the sound.  He had
to see what they were doing to his teenage sister, and his mother.
        The duct ended in a grate set in the ceiling of his
parent's bedroom.  It was a big room, and most of the brigands were
crowded in here, along with the two women of the house.
        His mom was curled up on the side of the king sized bed 
crying, with her hands clutching her slap-reddened face.  The men
were ignoring her for now, and were tormenting her 16 year old
daughter on the bed's other side.  They were playing with Sissy,
tearing off her clothes and telling her all the obscene they would
do with her.         
        Robbie watched in mixed horror and fascination as his
pretty sister was stripped naked.  Boy, he thought, she sure had
big tits!  The men stripping her grabbed her tits and squeezed
them, mauling them painfully.  Sissy cried both in pain and
humiliation.
        "She's nice, Skull," one of them said, "but I wonder if
Mommy is any good still?"
        "Well, go find out, Bear," the tall man said.  He was bald, 
and rail thin.  His skin was stretched tight on his craggy bare
face, clearly showing the bones that lay underneath.
        The man who'd asked about Robbie's mother was heavy set but 
burly.  He sported greasy black hair and a dark shaggy beard.  He 
looked to the boy like someone out of Dad's Bikers & Babes
magazines.
        He reached out with a meaty had and yanked on a handful of
Mom's hair, making her yelp.  "Strip, you old cunt," he growled,
"or I'll do that to your little girl!"
        "You will anyway, bastard," Mom said sullenly, trying to
pull away from him.
        "Oh, we'll fuck her good," he said, "But we don't have to
hurt her much, unless you don't do what we say.  So do it now,
bitch!"
        Robbie's mother sat up, and started to take off her
clothes, still quietly crying.  The boy didn't know what to watch,
his sister's forced fondling or his mother stripping herself.
        One of the men put a long finger into Sissy, and pronounced 
her cherry, while another ditched his clothes to show his hard
cock.  He grabbed Sissy's jaw and forced it open by the cruel
pressure of his fingers.  He hissed to her that they'd cut her
mother open if she bit him, so she'd better suck him good.  Then he
jammed his cock into her mouth.
        Mom had taken off her blouse and her red lacy bra, and the 
burly man stepped forward and started squeezing her slight sagging 
tits.  She unbuttoned her jeans and started to push them down, all 
while keeping her head turned away from him, but he stopped her. 
He freed his fat cock from his greasy pants and pushed it at her.
        "Suck it, slut!" he said, pulling her to him by her
breasts.
        Robbie felt his own small dick swell at the sight of his
mom and sister sucking the cocks of these horrible men.  He flushed
with guilt, but he couldn't turn away.  He'd never seen anything
like this.         
        The man named Skull seemed to be their boss, "Go suck the 
girl's twat, Red," he said to the red-headed teenager who stood 
gawking at the scene.  "I want her good an' wet when I go to pop
her."
        The skinny teen made a face, but he kneeled between the
girl's spread legs, loosening his pants so he could free his cock
while he licked her.
        The burly man clutched Mom's hair in his fists and was 
vigorously fucking her mouth.  Suddenly he jerked and pulled her
lips tight against his bush with a groan.  Robbie watched a drool
of white spill from her mouth when Bear pushed her back.  "Now get
naked," he ordered, and slapped her when she didn't move fast
enough.  He nodded for another guy to take her mouth next.
        Sissy was being pinned by four men.  Two identical men were
pressed against her sides trapping her arms while they slurped at
her big tits.  Red held her legs while he ate her, and the last man
was kneeling over her neck while he fucked her face.
        Red and the two sucking Sissy's tits were stroking
themselves off while they molested her.  One of the twins yelled
"Shit!" and sprayed cum in the air and on the her side, while his
brother was only a second or two behind him.  The man on her face
bellowed a laugh as he came and moved off of her, and the next man
eagerly climbed onto his place for his turn at raping the girl's
mouth.
        On the other side of the bed, Robbie watched his nude
mother get thrown down, and a man cover her with his very hairy
body.  He still wore his boots and a leather vest that said "Wolf", 
but nothing else.  His style of fucking included mauling her tits
and biting at her face while he humped on her, thrusting inside her
over and over.
        Robbie couldn't stand it anymore. He reached inside his
pants and grabbed his penis, squeezing and stroking it while trying
to be as quiet as possible.
        Man after dirty man raped his mother and sprayed down
Sissy's throat, before Skull seemed ready to join the game himself. 
Red had jerked off onto the girl's legs while he sucked her, but
was still ready for more.  Skull pulled him away from Sissy, then
pushed him at Robbie's mother.  "You can fuck her," he said.  Red
blubbered his thanks.
        The kid jumped on Mom and thrashed around looking for her
hole while the men laughed at him.  Finally Red's cock found her
cunt and he started frantically fucking her to the shouted
encouragement of his fellows.
        Robbie muffled a gasp in the duct, as a hot drop of liquid 
escaped his small cockhead.
        Sissy was held down by the men, while Skull stood in
between  her legs, and took off his clothes.  He had a very large
cock if the others in the room were anything to judge by.  He
looked down at Sissy and stroked it to hardness.  She looked
terrified, but he merely  smiled at her.
        He got up on the bed and laid his prick's full length on
her belly while she tearfully shook her head.  Skull slapped her
sharply, and as she gasped in shock, he leaned back and brutally
thrust inside her.  Her next breath was a piercing scream of pain.
        "There!" he said.  "I popped ya good, little virgin.  Now 
we'll all be fucking you, with me being first.  He pushed himself
in even deeper, and with the third stroke he was all the way in. 
She whined with every push of his cock, and he seemed willing to go
on fucking her forever.  He was doing her slowly, keeping up a nice
even stroke.
        Both of Robbie's hands were playing with himself now.  His 
vantage from the ceiling let him see every perverted thing they
were doing.  He could see the red stain on the bed between Sissy's
legs, and when Red finished, how Bear moved over to fuck his mom. 
        Mom was grunting with every hard strokes, and the bearded
man kept riding her until she cried out in mixed shame and
pleasure.  "Yeah bitch," he said.  "You're cumming, you dirty slut! 
Hear that, girly?  Yo' mama likes being raped."
        "Good job, Bear," Skull panted.  "I mean to make this cunt
the one to cum next!"
        "No!" wailed Sissy, but she was also starting to pant from
the machine like thrusting of the monster dick inside her.
        Bear finished, after making Mom cum again.  Another of the 
brigands started fucking her, but she wasn't fighting much anymore.
Her hands clawed at the brute on top of her as he rammed his way to
shuddering orgasm inside her sopping cunt.
        Bear looked admiringly at the boss, and joked to the
others. "No one's got control like our Skull does, he could go on
for hours.  Taught me everything I know.  Soon they'll both be our
fuck toys, 'til we decides to move on."
        Robbie's eyes were locked on his sister's flushed face.  As
he stroked his dick in time with Skull's thrusts, he could track
her emotions.  Horror, anger, shame, those were easy to see.  But
there was another expression he could feel on his own face.  A kind
of... reaching expression as her body began to build to some kind
of release that neither she nor Robbie had ever known.
        He flicked his eyes over to his mother as she finally broke 
her silence.  "Oh, God," Mom cried, beyond shame.  "Harder, faster! 
Oh, fuck me now!"  Robbie had never seen that look on her face, or 
ever heard her say things like that.  It made his cock pulse
harder.
        He looked back at his sister as Skull started talking to
her. "Sounds like," he grunted, "your mom's getting into the spirit
of it.  Why don't you," another grunt, "just relax and join the
fun."
        "No!" Sissy shouted, and then she chanted at every thrust. 
"No.  No.  No.  No!  NO!"  Her body started twitching in time to
the merciless thrusts.  "Nooooooooooooo!" she screamed as her body
spasmed hard around her rapist.  She looked dazed at the
sensations.
        "Mother fucker, she's tight!" Skull yelled, and drove
through the girl's first vaginal orgasm.  He leaned down and kissed
her mouth.  Sissy kissed him back, arms coming up around his neck. 
Then her eyes widened in realization.  "No!" she said again and
tried to push him from her, making him laugh at her feeble attempt.
        He began to speed up, and her white-knuckled hands clenched
on his arms.  Robbie's hands sped up as well.  In his frenzied mind
it was him on top of his sister.  She was surrendering to him... He
couldn't believe the feelings his little dick was giving him.     
        Instead of 'No', his sister was saying 'Oh' every time
Skull pushed into her.  He was doing her fast now, and she was
getting louder.  Several times she came, screaming in
shame/rage/ecstasy before Skull growled, and yelled "Take it!" as
he sprayed his sperm inside her.
        In the air duct in the ceiling, Robbie bit his lips for 
silence as his prick shot a trickle of white against the metal wall
next to him.  It was the first time he'd ever come.
        Skull slipped out of her, but not before licking and
kissing her engorged nipples as she lay there quivering.  "Fuck
her, Bear," he said.  "Then all the rest of you, too.  I wanna get
a taste of Mama."
        He rolled over to the older woman.  "Can I fuck your cunt, 
Mommy?" he begged playfully in a high voice.  "All the other boys
get to, so can I pleeeeeeeeease?"  He laughed, and pulled her
upright, so she could lick off her daughter's blood and juices from
his cock, and get him hard again before he started plowing her.
        He kept taunting her, calling her mommy and talking dirty
to her in a boy's voice.  He kneeled between her legs and made her
stuff his big prick insider her.  "Ooo, Mommy!  Your cunny's so
wet," he teased.  "I bet you want me to fuck you bad, don't you?" 
        "Yes," she gasped in something that might have been lust, 
and arched her back to take him.
        "Then I wanna see you french your daughter," he snapped 
coldly, pushing her head towards Sissy.  "Lick her tongue, 'Mommy'.
Kiss her dirty."  The two women began to wrestle tongues while the
thugs fucked them.
        Robbie's cock twitched again, and he pinched it softly.  He 
wanted to feel that sensation again.  But when his eyes wandered 
around the room below him, he saw a pile of clothes lying on the
floor, and near it, the vicious gun he'd seen earlier today.
        He remembered his daddy standing on the front porch with
his loaded shotgun.  Daddy told the strangers to go away, they had
no food to spare.  He saw again the flash, as one of the brigands
leaned from around the corner of the house, and shot him from
behind with the big pistol.
        He knew he had to get out of there.  Sooner or later he'd
make a sound and one of their guns would kill him, too.  They were
all through the house, so he didn't go back to the attic.  At the
'T'  junction of vents, he turned the other way, crawling across
the length of the house.
        Near the back porch was the main outside vent of the air 
system.  He could look out of it and see his backyard.  It looked
so normal he almost started to cry.  Tears did start falling when
Robbie saw his dog in a pool of blood, near the back gate, but the
boy made  no sound.
        He unsnapped the lower latches and waited until the light
began to fade.  Before dark, he slipped out of the vent, and
carefully moved to the big shade tree on the south side of the
house.  The tree was almost 5 foot away from the edge of the roof,
and none of the larger branches hung over.
        He had only one chance, and it was do or die.  He had to
risk the jump before nightfall or he wouldn't be able to see well
enough to judge the gap.  He screwed up his courage and made a
desperate leap over the yawning space to the tree.  He grasped the
bole of the tree with barely a rustle of leaves and clung to the
it, waiting for night.
        Robbie tried to ignore the cries of his family.  The sounds
of tears, spanking, and of sex.  He hated himself for enjoying what
he'd seen, and for wanting to do it again.  He shook in fear and
shock in the tree for a long time after dark.  The house was mostly
quiet before he could make himself slip down of the tree.
        He snuck out of his yard, and ran for the woods.  He headed
straight for Indian Cavern.  All the kids of the town were
forbidden to explore in the cave, and it was posted with all kinds
of warnings.

        Robbie hoped that no one would look for him there.  He
hoped he'd be safe.


To be Continued.



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Subject: Darkside: United States of Anarchy 02 (masterbation & more)
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DARKSIDE: The United States of Anarchy; "Indian Cavern."

[Disclaimer:  This text is intended for adult audiences, if you are 
not of age to view it, be somewhere else.  This series of stories 
explores the darker aspects of the human experience, if that might 
offend you, then you were warned, and it isn't my problem. -- KTM]

        Anything can happen in the Multiverse.  Even a world that
is much like ours, but which somehow... isn't.  A world that is a
magnet for the blackness in the dreams and souls of humankind.  A
world known as: The Darkside.

        The World's economic system depends on a delicate
interlocking system of mutual trust and financial debt.  When those
bonds shattered, the governments and monetary institutions
crumbled.  Even the most idealistic civil servants left their jobs
when their families were gripped with hunger.  The Survivors of the
Chaos would come to call their nation the United States of Anarchy.


Chapter 2.  "Indian Cavern."  -- by KTM.


        Robbie had been spotted.  He'd left the caves to go into
town yesterday to scrounge some food, and had come back at a run. 
He heard men yelling after him, telling him to stop, but by cutting
through the shortcuts all the town kids knew, he got to the caves
before them.
        He hugged the back wall of the area he'd explored, and 
listened to echoes of voices at the mouth of the cave.  Robbie
prayed they wouldn't come in, but his stomach when he saw the
flashlights beginning to shine inside the first chamber of the
cave.  He heard them tearing the boards away from the entrance. 
They couldn't squeeze through the place where the planks gapped
like he could.
        "You'd better come out here, kid," a gruff voice shouted to 
him.  Robbie identified it as Bear's voice.  "If we have to come in
and get you, we'll kill ya!"
        Robbie didn't answer, but instead he started feeling his
way back as quick as he could to the inky shadows where he hadn't
explored yet.  He didn't dare use the electric lantern he'd found
in the cave, that was tied to his belt.  He would just have to feel
for a way to escape.
        A shiver ran through him.  He thought of the many stories
told about the caves.  The ghost stories, and tales of how the
first white explorers had found an Indian's skeleton, stretched out
in the act of trying to leave the caves.  The cavern was the
favorite subject of local campfire creep stories.  There was a
whole century of speculation about what exactly 'did in' the dead
Indian passed down from one generation to the next.
        His heart pounded in his chest as the light level behind
him got brighter.  They were inside the caves now.  His hands found
a low, small tunnel that seemed to go back some way.  As he
hesitated, he  heard footsteps on the loose rocks in the middle of
the outer chamber. Robbie turned and quickly crawled into the tube.
        Lights flashed past the entrance of his tunnel as he
scrambled to get even deeper.  "Hear that?" Bear said.  "Little
bugger's nearby. Find him!"  The lights kept playing around, until
one shot in Robbie's tube, outlining him against the rocky walls.
        "There he is," Red said.  "It's a real small hole, though.
Can't I just shoot him and we can leave?  They say things about
this place that I don't like."
        Bear rumbled, then said, "Naw, go in there and drag him
out.  You're small enough to go after him."
        The boy kept pushing into the tube, listening to the teen 
curse several body lengths behind him.  The ground gave slightly
under his small hand, and it stayed sunken in.  Robbie froze for a
minute, until he felt Red reach to touch the heel of his sneaker
with his outstretched fingertips.  Robbie moaned.
        "Damn!" Red said, "Can't quite grab him!"
        Robbie lurched forward, desperately trying to scramble
beyond the soft spot, and banged his head on the rocks that closed
off the tube.  He was left with his whole weight on the weak floor,
and unable to retreat.
        "No!" he cried as the floor crumbled from under him.  He
fell for what seemed like forever, flailing as he tried to grab
something. Robbie landed with the sound of a wet stick breaking and
a searing stab of agony in his leg.
        "Mother puss-bucket!" Red shouted, praying, for he was just
short of the dark hole that had swallowed up the boy.  He inched 
closer, peering down along his flashlight beam.  It spotlighted the
still form of the boy at the bottom, one leg bent at mid-shin.
        "He's a goner, Bear," he called back.  "He fell down real
deep and he's all busted up.  Go ahead and pull me back."
        "You sure he can't get out?" Bear said to him.
        "Just as sure that I can't go get him," Red answered. 
"Trust me, he'll be dead real soon, if he ain't already."

        Robbie was inclined to believe him.  Things looked bad. 
He'd played dead while Red checked on him, and passed out for a
while after the lights and voices faded.  He pulled the lamp from
his belt and pumped the handle for as long as he could.  When he
turned it on, he could see that he was in a big cave, so big the
ceiling was dim to his faint light.  The hole he fell through was
just a shadow to his eyes.
        There was smaller chamber attached to this one, just a
niche in comparison, and he could hear water trickling in there. 
It took a long time before he was thirsty enough to try, and even
longer for him to finally make it to smaller space.
        He wet his mouth with the mineral laden trickle.  The lamp
had stopped working, or he wasn't pumping it enough for it to
activate, he couldn't tell.  He wasn't even sure he cared anymore. 
At least it was warm here.  There was a soft heat pouring from the
back of the smaller cavern.  He was starting to feel sleepy...

        <Boy,> said a distant voice.  <Awaken.>
        "Leave me alone," Robbie said.  "I just want to sleep."
        <Will you sleep your last, Boy?> the soft voice persisted. 
<I can support you for a time.  Open your eyes, and then listen to
me.>
        The boy looked around.  In the back of the niche, about
twelve long feet away, was a cluster of crystals bigger than he
was.  It glowed with a soft amber light.  Dimly within it, he could
see a black Rod, like a softball bat with big nobs on the heavy
end.  The weapon was over four feet long, and it radiated a feeling
of power and menace.
        <Take me up, Boy,> the voice whispered to him.  <You can
just reach in and draw me forth.  Untold power and majesty will be
yours if you do.>
        "I'm not King Arthur," Robbie giggled, a little
deliriously. "I can't pull the Rod from the stones."
        <And I'm not 'Excalibur', but nonetheless, I can make you
a king.>
        "I wouldn't have a kingdom.  This is America; no kings."
        <No Government either, but with me you can make a kingdom,
and have whatever else that you want.  What dark desires lie in
your heart, Boy?  Tell them to me, and if you've the strength, I
can make them come true.>
        Robbie thought of himself, a boy short for his young age as
a king, trying to hold up the dark Rod, and shook his head,
rejecting the ridiculous image.  "It won't work," he said.  "I'm
too little."
        <Ah, but what if you were grown?> the voice asked.
        In the boy's head another image formed, of himself, but
older.  In his mid twenties, tall, muscular, and chiseled; his
build was good enough to make a superhero jealous.  He had a shock
of thick black hair and piercing black eyes.  He carried the Rod
effortlessly, and under his blue jeans, his crotch had a bulge to
match his heroic proportions.  
        <I can make this happen, and give you that body if you just 
take me in your hand.>
        As Robbie reached out in a haze his leg shifted, and a stab
of ripping pain stopped him.  "Ow!" he cried out.  "If you're so
powerful why don't you heal me first?  Then I'll pick you up."
        <It doesn't work that way.  You have to touch me before I
can work any changes on you.  You have to choose me.>
        "But it's too hard to move," Robbie complained.  "Can't you
do something to help?"
        <If you don't get over here, you will die.  Soon.  If
worldly wealth and power or even physical prowess are not enough to
induce you to move, what will?  Not even the threat of your
imminent death seems insufficient.  What will make you fight your
pain and grasp your destiny?>
        "Wait a minute," the boy said.  "Why are you in there?  Why
aren't you giving someone else the power if you're so great?"
        <I can only bestow the power on the being who touches me
with the intent to take it.  Those were the rules Raven and Coyote
made when they banished me here long ago.  They didn't like the
influence I was having on their people.  You are the first since
that time to make it this far.  You aren't much, but you are all I
have to work with.>
        "Raven and who?," Robbie said.  "And gee, thanks so much."
        <What makes your passions great?  What makes you angry?>
        "I guess the brigands do," Robbie said.  "They killed my
dog.  They shot my dad, and they... hurt my mom and sister.  I wish
I could just... break them in half!"
        <You can, you know.  That wish can come true.  Let me show 
you.  Only your imagination can limit the power.>
        In his mind the boy saw his man-self confronting the
brigands, with the Rod in hand.  Bullets bounced off him, and
knives were useless.  The big man Bear charged the image, and his
older self's free hand plunged into the thug's chest and with a
spray of blood, ripped the still beating heart out and crushed it.
        Red yelled defiantly at him, so the Dark man pulled back
the Rod like a ball bat and swung.  The teen's head went flying
off, trailing gore.  Next was Skull's turn.  Robbie's dream self
pointed a finger at him and the gaunt man burst into flames,
reducing him to a standing skeleton before crumbling into a pile of
ash.
        The hairy man Wolf turned into his name sake, and fled. 
The rest of the brigands either ran away, or kneeled in obeisance
to their new lord.  The black crowned man turned, and looked over
to his house.  Mom and Sissy were safe on the porch, waving at him.
        <That would be fun, wouldn't it?  Mastering your enemies,
and becoming the ones that other fear?  Is that reason enough for
you to come?  To be a warrior, one must often suffer first.  Come
to me, come and be strong.>
        "Maybe," Robbie muttered.  "I'll try."  He crawled some
more, dragging his leg as carefully as possible.  The slope of the
floor changed to a steeper angle, and the bones in his broken leg
rubbed at the break.  Robbie turned white and gasped.  He panted,
lacking the energy to scream.
        "I can't go on," he said.  "This has to be good enough."
        <It isn't.  You have to reach in and touch me with your
hand.  What else is there that you desire?  What was that dark want
that crossed your mind during the last vision?  Something about
your family?>
        "No!  Get out of my head!" Robbie moaned.  "You can't look 
there."  He grabbed his head as if he could use his hands to shut
out the insistent voice.
        <A trace of guilt and conscious at last, Boy?  But not a
very strong one, I see.  Let's look at that again, and if you love
your life, don't fight me.>
        Once again his strong-self stood triumphant over his
enemies in the arena of Robbie's mind, scarcely marred by their
blood.  No longer was he the victim of bullies like the guy in the
strongman ads in comics.  Now it was he who inspired others to run
away, to fawn on him for favor.  It was a great feeling, but it
wasn't enough...
        Robbie snapped his eyes open.  He knew what it wanted. 
Knew what the last stain was on his soul, the one that at would
make him surrender.  For as long as he could, the boy fought the
vision's insistent call, but he couldn't fight his own urges as
well.  With a sigh, he gave in and let his eyes close once more.
        ...Victorious, the Dark man turned again and looked toward
his house.  Sissy and Mom stood naked on the porch, smiling and
waving to their rescuer.  In the vision his pants swelled with a
hard-on that would make men cry and women swoon.  It was as super-
human as the rest of him, and he wanted to use it on them.  He
could pretend that the girl wasn't his sister, or the woman his
mother.  They wouldn't know, the Dark man didn't look anything like
little Robbie Black.
        He walked to the house, leaving the brigands behind him. 
But this time they would not be the ones to despoil his home, it
would be him.  He remembered all the little petty annoyances of
family life.  His sister "borrowing" his radio without permission
and lying about it.  His mom grounding him for breaking a window,
when it was Kenny that did it, he could get even with them now.  He
could do to them what the bad men had done, what they had seemed to
enjoy so much...
        <Oh, such a dark desire.  That was quite a thing to see, 
wasn't it?  So strange, and so exiting.  Do you remember how you
felt when you came with your little cock?  I can promise you that
the pleasure will be magnified with the size of your dick.  If you
want to fuck like a man, little Boy, get over here, and touch me.>
        Robbie gritted his teeth, and crawled over to the crystals.
It was three foot away, but he moaned, and got that distance down
to one foot.  He reached out, and touched the crystals.  They
tingled to his fingers, and with an extra pressure, like pushing
into clear jello, his hand passed through them.  He reached for the
still black Rod, and missed!  Bare inches separated him from his
goal, but it was still too far.
        It was just too much for the boy, Robbie collapsed from his
strained position and started crying.  He cried until he couldn't 
anymore, then lay there, feeling his tear tracks dry on his face. 
The smell of the dust he lay in tickled his nose, but he was too
tired to care.  It was very quiet in the cave, except the erratic
drip of water, from what seemed like miles behind him.
        <Boy, it had better be soon.  Try again!  Try harder!>  The 
voice was louder, it snapped at him, galvanizing him with it's tone
alone.
        He grabbed a chunk of crystal, and pulled hard, screaming
as he jostled his leg.  His chest was pressed against the cluster
of crystals.  Now, all he had to do was reach out.  But after all
his pain and effort, something he couldn't fathom made him
hesitate.
        <Take me up, Boy,> it said softly.  <And all that I
promised will be yours.  Boss of your town, Master of your state,
King of America, Emperor of the World!  Fuck anyone you want, even
your mother and your sister, I don't care.  You just have to
choose.>
        "Forgive me," Robbie whispered to that unknown impulse, and
he reached out and grasped the Rod.
        Fire arced through him.  The crystals turned to molten
glass, and crawled up his arm like a living thing, burning his
flesh.  The Rod fought the Wards, and tried to heal his leg at the
same time.  It raised itself up, his hand still firmly grasping it,
and smashed down on the crystals, extinguishing the fire.
        Abruptly his arm and leg felt better.  Then a stinging, 
enveloping feeling covered his whole body, forcing his eyes shut as
the world blurred.  His heart was pounding in his chest, but it was
much stronger than he ever remembered it.
        He stood up easily, nude and magnificent in the suddenly 
smaller chamber that was now lit up by the Rod.  Raising his
handsome head, he could see the small hole in the ceiling that he'd
fallen through to get in here.
        "I want to see myself," he said, and was startled by the
deep, rich tone of his voice.  A field shot from the Rod, and it
mirrorized.  He saw in the reflective surface the man-self from the
visions.  His hand roamed over the body, and confirmed to him what
he saw.  Especially his cock!  He let go of the Rod and it floated
before him.
        A far cry from the little dick he'd just had, this massive
piece of meat looked bigger flaccid than Skull did erect.  He
rubbed his hands over it, stroking it, pulling on it.
        "Show me my memories," he commanded, "what I saw through
the vent in Mom's room."
        One last time he heard the voice, <The Rod is a part of you 
now, like your eyes or your hands.  You don't need to speak to it,
anymore than you need to tell your hand to bring a spoonful of food
to your mouth.  Just imagine what you want to do, and *you* can do
it.>
        The surface rippled, and he could see once again his sister
and mother, thrown on the big bed and ravished by human trash.  The
scene was just as riveting to him as it was before, and it had the 
same effect on him.  His new male appendage swelled, turning red
and then purplish with the engorgement.  It stood rigidly of it's
own accord, sticking straight out from his hard body, bobbing
gently to his pounding heart beat.
        He cupped his scrotum, feeling the heavy balls move in
them, brushing over the light coating of short dark hairs on them. 
He ran his fingers through the heavier growth above his cock, and
then began to pay homage to the star of this show.
        It took a hand as big as the one he had now to wrap around
the shaft.  The size didn't quite compare to the ebon artifact in
front of him, and the purple head was shy of being as big as his
closed fist. Still, he was very pleased with his new tool.
        He gripped it below the head, slowly pulling back the loose
skin, to reveal the head fully.  With his other hand he rubbed over
the tip, spreading the thin lubricating fluid around liberally.  He
pushed his hand forward just as slowly, and made a small noise of 
pleasure at the minor stimulation that the first stroke provided.
        With his eyes locked on the sordid scene, he stroked
himself leisurely.  When his mother surrendered to the over-
stimulation, he sped up his pumping.  Then he watched once more as
Skull fucked his sister, timing him strokes to the gaunt man's
thrusts again.
        His sister succumbed to the forced orgasm, and he went
faster still.  Finally as Skull came, the Dark man also shouted
"Take it!", spraying the image with gobs of white.  It made the
surface ripple, like raindrops onto pools of water, dissolving the
pictures into chaos, that resolved into his own reflection once
more.
        "I'm not Robbie anymore," he said, a little breathless. 
"My name is Robert, Robert Black.  And the whole world is going to
pay for fucking up my life!"
        It was time to go, he took hold of the Rod again.  He had
to extract an installment on the enormous debt the universe owed
him, and which he now had the means to collect.


To be Continued...



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DARKSIDE: The United States of Anarchy; "Robert's Revenge."

[Disclaimer:  This text is intended for adult audiences, if you are 
not of age to view it, be somewhere else.  This series of stories 
explores the darker aspects of the human experience, if that might 
offend you, then you were warned, and it isn't my problem. -- KTM]

        Anything can happen in the Multiverse.  Even a world that
is much like ours, but which somehow... isn't.  A world that is a
magnet for the blackness in the dreams and souls of humankind.  A
world known as: The Darkside.

        The World's economic system depends on a delicate
interlocking system of mutual trust and financial debt.  When those
bonds shattered, the governments and monetary institutions
crumbled.  Even the most idealistic civil servants left their jobs
when their families were gripped with hunger.  The Survivors of the
Chaos would come to call their nation the United States of Anarchy.


Chapter 3.  "Robert's Revenge."  -- by KTM.


        Deep in the bowels of the Indian Cavern, Robert Black
looked up, taking the ebony Rod in hand, and disappeared in a swirl
of darkness.  He re-appeared in his front yard, surprising three
members of the gang who were sitting on the wide porch.  They
jumped up, one of them drawing a gun and shooting at the naked
intruder.
        The bullets bounced off Robert's bare chest, and he stopped 
to smile briefly at the success of his invulnerability trick.  With
a wave of his hand, he made them fall unconscious.  He stepped up
on the porch and picked up the gun, crushing it in his hand.
        Two more men came out the front door to check on the source
of the gunfire, and they fell down as well.  They didn't even have
a chance to gawk at the nude Adonis standing in front of the door. 
Robert waved the Rod over them, to ensure they would not awaken
until he decided.
        The hairs on the back of his neck stood up.  He was
standing right where his father had, the day he'd died.  He whirled
like a cat, and fired a bolt of midnight energy at the brigand
named Bear, who was leaning around the corner with his pistol just
like he had last time.  A hole appeared in the heavy man's chest
that Robbie could have thrown a softball through.  With a hoarse
gurgle, Bear dropped.
        Glass shattered as gun muzzles were thrust through the
front windows on either side of the door, firing bullets
continuously at  Robert, which missed.  Most of them hit a barrier
shield around the Dark man, and fell softly to the porch.
        He crossed his arms and waited out the first hail of
bullets, then opened the front door, and stepped inside.  The men
on either side of the door turned and fired at him.  The
projectiles passed through him, and their gunfire riddled each
other instead.  Both of them slid down in pools of blood.
        Another thug sitting on the living room couch caught his
eye.  He seemed to be torn between fleeing the room, and reaching
for the gun just out of his reach.  With a thought from Robert, the
brigand lapsed into the quiet coma the men on the porch enjoyed.
        Three of the unwashed men stepped into the living room from
the broad main Hall.  They carried the heaviest weapons that the
gang had.  One of them had a street sweeper; a vicious black little
gun that auto-fired dozens of shotgun shells from a fat round clip,
like one from an old time Tommy-Gun.  There was a fully converted
AK-47, and Mr. Black's pump action shotgun.
        The roar of their gunfire echoes loudly in the old house,
and Robert scowled.  With a brusque gesture, he made the bullets
flying at him turn in midair without losing any of their velocity,
and slammed back into the would-be assassins.  They fell dead, and
Robert crumpled all the guns in the room into abstract
paperweights.
        He reached out with his mind, and located the others.  He 
spotted three of them running in the backyard, heading for the
gate. They were nearly at the spot where his dog Sammy had been
killed.  They fell while running, slipping into a coma that not
even the act of skidding to a halt on their faces could disturb.
        Robert walked past the bloody corpses at the entrance of
the Hall, and went to his mother's bedroom.  Skull stood there,
holding a gun to Sissy's head, with his other fist wrapped in her
lank auburn  hair.  "Get out of here, you scuz," the gang leader
hissed, "or I'll blow her brains out!"  Sissy was sobbing, and her
mother was lying unconscious on the floor.
        "No you won't," Robert said quietly.  The pistol flew out
of the leader's hands and into his own.  He crushed it easily. 
Skull felt himself let go of the girl's hair without his volition,
and step in front of the naked man.  He was powerless to fight the
compulsion.
        "Why did you come here?" Robert asked.
        "It was Red," Skull said woodenly.  "He said there would be
food and females here.  We just hadda kill the man and the kid.  It 
sounded like a good deal to me, so we came here, and it was just
like he said, until you came.
        A spark of realization lit the black eyes of the big man,
but he focused back on the victim before him.  Skull had changed
his life, and Robert meant to remember him for it.  He laid the Rod
along one side of the lean man's chin, and his hand along the
other:  Black fire roared over the brigand's body, consuming it
totally.  All but the now fleshless skull that Robert now held.  It
was an interesting  souvenir, but for now he dropped it to the
floor.
        Sissy was sitting besides her mom's still form, trying to 
bring her around.  She hadn't really watched what the Dark man had
done to her tormentor, but she looked up at him in fear.  Robert
gazed at her naked body for a moment, his cock hardening in
anticipation. Her eyes widened at the huge penis, but then flicked
to the side, at a bit of movement behind him.
        The hairy man named Wolf had crouched in the closet,
watching his boss's incineration.  Now he crept up with a big
hunting knife, and jabbed it deep in the side of the enemy.  Robert
gasped at the brief surge of pain, but then frowned as he willed
his body to expel the blade and to heal itself.
        Wolf snarled as he fought to jam the knife in deeper, but 
Robert turned, clenching his free hand over the brigand's sinewy
wrist. He made Wolf let go, as the blade pushed out and clattered
to the floor.  He hesitated, on the verge of killing his attacker,
but then he relented and knocked him out, instead.  Wolf might be
useful to him later.
        But before he could play, there was one last worm to sniff 
out.  Robert snagged wolf by the scruff of his biker vest, and
dragged him out of the room and left him there.  Then he went to
the back hall and pulled down the attic stairs.
        "Red," his deep voice called.  "Come out!   Don't make me
come in and get you, Rodney."
        The teen was too craven to answer.  Robert floated up to
the attic, remembering so well just days ago, when their positions
had been reversed.  He found the scared teenager, huddled in the
corner in a puddle of his own urine.  Robert took his arm and
pulled the incoherent and flailing kid to the hall below.
        "Why'd you do it, Rodney?" Robert asked.  "You live in this
town.  Why'd you wind up with this scum?"  He slapped Red, to
silence his blubbering.
        Tears started flowing down Red's face, but he started
talking,  "They were so strong and cool!  They said I could be too. 
I just had ta point 'em at good targets, that's all.  And they said
I could join in with them.
        "Why'd you pick the Blacks?" Robert insisted, needing to
know, but somehow already knowing.  "What did they ever do to you?" 
        "Mr. Black was the manager of Halden's Grocery, where I
used to work," Red said.  "His little brat saw me snitching stuff
from the store, and tattled to his daddy.  I really needed that
job, the  bastard didn't have to fire me like that.  I hated the
little runt,  too.  I'm glad they chased him into the cave to die."
        White hot rage exploded through Robert.  All this pain had 
been for that!  Without thinking he reached down and rended the boy
apart with his bare hands, silencing his piercing screams.  Soon he
was quiet.  As quiet as his dog Sammy was, or Robert's dad.
        Robert was splattered with gore.  With a sweeping gesture,
he was clean, and the bodies were buried.  The house was repaired
with the skull as a new decoration for the mantlepiece.  Lastly the
ten coma victims were laid out on the side porch, the house was
quiet once more.
        He went back to the bedroom.  His mom was awake, and she
was clutching Sissy's hands as they waited in dread for what would
happen now.  Their hair hung limply, and the looked unkempt as
sloppy from constant use.  "Let me clean you," Robert said.  With
a wave of his hand, they were washed, but he left them nude.
        "Who are you?" his mom asked.  "What do you want from us?" 
        "My name is Robert, he said.  He let his desire show, and
it hit them like a physical wave.  "And what I want is a little...
gratitude from you."  He put the Rod down on the dresser, and stood
before them.  They watches his massive cock come to twitching 
attention at their gaze.
        Mom was trying to fight the mild compulsion, but Sissy
seemed fascinated with the pulsing cock-meat before her.  Both
women had been constantly subjected to sexual stimulation since
their home was invaded.  Robert wasn't quite coercing them with his
newfound powers, but he was wanted to seduce him, and his desire
was influencing them.
        "What are you waiting for?" Mom said, bitterly.  "Why don't
you just rape us?"
        "Because I don't have to," the Dark man said.  "You know
that I could, I took out the whole gang with little effort."  He
reached out and caressed the auburn hair of his sister.  He let his
hand drift down to the side of her face, to the hollow of her neck,
and then give a good squeeze of her full young breasts.  She was
startled at his casual boldness.
        She shot a guilty glance at her mother, but then leaned
into his warm hand.  The strange man wasn't hurting or degrading
her, and there was something fascinating about him that she
couldn't define.
        Sissy looked at his face.  He was handsome in a familiar
way. Sort of like her father crossed with Tom Cruise, but built to
Arnold's scale.  He didn't look angry or cruel like the brigands,
but she could feel the hot desire that showed in his dark eyes.
        Her eyes dropped to his ready cock.  There was a glistening
drop of pre-cum at the tip, and she swallowed hard, unsure if she 
should resist the desire to taste it.  She leaned forward, wetting 
her lips.
        "Susan!" her mother said, grabbing her arm, but the girl 
didn't care.  She laid a soft kiss on his cockhead, touching her 
tongue to it.  His hand came down to gently stroke her face.  Susan
trembled, his gentleness effecting her in unexpected ways.  It was
so arousing in comparison to the brutal, painful treatment given
her by the invaders.  She went to sucking on his cock with a will,
revelling in the feelings it gave her, and somehow knowing in her
bones that this man would never harm her.
        Maggie Black looked in amazement at her daughter's actions.
He wasn't forcing her at all, and her daughter was blowing him with
amateur gusto.  Her eyes met his, and they were warm and hungry. 
Her groin began to wet at the look, and should begin to understand
the way her daughter was acting, and her evident arousal.
        "Come on, Mo-... Maggie," he said softly, reaching with his
other hand to stroke the older woman's cheek.  Tears gleamed in her 
eyes as the sudden realization came to her that the Dark man would 
never allow them to be harmed.  With him, they would be safe in an 
uncertain and dangerous world.
        He hugged her to his side, and she cried softly against
him. A smile of irony crossed his face, but he held her tight, and
patted her hair.  "It's alright," he said, "you'll be safe now,
with me."
        Susan moaned, squirming.  The feelings she got sucking this
big cock were making her feel so hot.  The smell of her desire
reached the other two.  
        Maggie knew that if she wanted, he would let her pull away, 
but she wasn't sure she wanted to.  This was the man who had
punished her husband's killers.  She'd seen them kill Dennis, and
they'd bragged they'd drove her son Robbie to his death.
        A few weeks ago she wouldn't have done it.  But a few weeks
ago, the dollars appeared strong, and law enforcement officers
still tried to fulfill their duty to 'serve and protect'.  She'd
heard that the country had slipped into chaos, but she hadn't
really believe it, until faced with the proof.  If they wanted to
be safe, they needed a strong protector, and no one seemed stronger
than this man Robert.
        She needed a last assurance.  "Will you ever leave us
alone?"  she asked.
        "Not as long as I live," he said.  "I swear it.  The two of
you are mine, forever."  Susan hummed her approval on his cock.
        That raised more questions in Maggie's mind than it
answered.  "But, why?" she said, puzzled.
        "Because I don't want to share you," he said with a
lecherous grin.  "You'll have my children from now on."
        "Children?  Oh, god," said Maggie, "Susan.  What if she's 
already...?"  Her eyes reflected a mixture of disgust and worry.
        Robert dropped his hands, laying his palms on their
bellies. He could sense the sperm of the brigands inside them, and
destroyed it all.  He sought to know if they were pregnant, and
found his answer.  "Neither of you are pregnant... yet," he said.
        He thought of something else.  He knew what incest was, and
had heard jokes about stupid or deformed children.  He closed his
eyes and wanted to know what problems they would have bearing his
kids.  He could see none.  In fact, he was scarcely related to them
anymore.  His genetics had been substantially altered, making some
of the various gifts he now had, things he could pass on to his
offspring.
        He felt it was time to give Susan what she'd been working
so hard for.  He put both hands on her head, and pumped her face
with care.  He wanted him to be able to handle his load, and to her
amazement, she could.  It seemed sweet and heavy, like a sexual
drug, so unlike the bitter seed of the scum who'd been raping her.
        Robert smiled at the older woman, waggling his eyebrows at 
her, in friendly seduction.  "It's your turn, Maggie.  Get on the 
bed."
        She laid down, quivering.  She was surrendering her body
freely to a stranger, and it was exciting.  He kneeled between her
spread thighs, bending down to suck in one of her nipples.  He
brought up a hand to gently maul her other breast, then began
twisting the nipple.
        Susan crept behind him, and licked at his dark, hanging
nuts. She gave them little kitten licks all over, and even sucked
the balls into her mouth gently.  Robert satisfied his desire to
suck on his mother's tits, bringing up both hands to squeeze them,
and leaning on her a little more, while Susan's attentions quickly
made him stone hard again, and pulsing with eagerness.
        It turned him on that only he knew that he was brother and
son to these women, or at part of him was.  On top of the acts he
was performing for the first time, breaking the taboo of incest
gave him an extra thrill.  Maggie shifted under him, his hard cock
was digging painfully in her belly.
        "Do it now," she pleaded, pulling his head from sucking her
nipple so she would see his face, and look into his dark eyes.
        "What do you say?" he asked with a playful smile.
        "Please, fuck me!" she said.  "I want a real man's cock,
I'm so tired of those animals in me."
        "It will be my pleasure, and yours, too," he said.  He
slipped back a little and pushed his rigid meat to an angle where
he touched his tip to the swollen labia of the woman who had born
him.  With a hard thrust, he filled her, sliding deep inside her
sopping cunt.  He leaned down again, and continued to nibble on his
mother's nipples as he gave her his cock in easy, powerful strokes.
        Maggie moaned as he pushed himself inside her.  He was so
very big, and so strong, too.  Strong enough to continue
stimulating her tits while keeping up a steady pumping movement of
his big cock in her vagina.  Her daughter crawled up besides them,
and kissed her passionately, unable to resist the need to be
involved.
        Robert willed that Maggie's fertility cycle would change,
so that this fucking would knock her up.  The mere thought that his
seed would make a child grow inside his mother's womb made his skin
shiver in white-hot desire.  He started fucking her harder.
        The last time, he had just watched at they were conquered,
and now it was he that was making them surrender.  His mother was 
welcoming him into her cunt.  Her hands and legs clutched at him, 
trying to get bring him deeper and closer.  Her body was racked by
strong orgasms, and she moaned his name.
        As her body began to comply to his will, his senses told
him of a fertility problem with his mother.  It was the reason why
she'd tried and failed to have more kids after him, but it was
something that he could fix easily enough.  He wanted no
difficulties with this pregnancy, so he even mitigated some of the
effects of her aging.
        "You are going to have my baby from this," he told her.
        "I... I can't.  Not anymore.  Not after Robbie," she
sobbed, her emotions bared to him.  "Something was... torn inside." 
        "I healed you, Maggie," he said.  "You will have more
babies now.  *My* babies!  I can see how you have so longed for
more, and now you will have them."
        "Oh lord, if only that could be true," she said through hot
tears.
        "Look at me!" he ordered, and he locked eyes with her. 
"You know I'm telling you the truth."
        If he'd thought his mother was a good fuck before, now she
became a wild woman.  She bit and clawed at him, urging in on with
language that would make sailors uncomfortable.  She goaded Robert
to a more vigorous level, astonishing her daughter in the process. 
        The big man couldn't take much more of his mother in this
state.  That she was so eager for his baby nearly drove him to the
point of madness.  He gripped her arms tight and plowed her with
great intensity.  He made himself last until he thought she could
take it no more, then sped up to make her come once more.
        While Maggie was in the throes of her orgasm, he cut loose 
with his.  Feeling him spasm inside her, knowing what would result
of it was too much for her.  She screamed in fulfillment, and
slumped suddenly under him.  He withdrew from her, and scanned her
with his powers.  Maggie was fine.  She was just overcome with her
passion.
        Susan looked with fear and wonder at the dark energy 
enveloping his hand as he ran it over her mother.  It felt... 
dangerous.  Those black eyes turned to her, and she shivered; half
in fear, half in a strange desire.
        "She's fine," he said gently.  "It was all a little much
for her."  His expression turned passionate, "It's your turn now,
isn't it little one?"
        "Yes, sir," she said in a school-girl's voice.  She 
desperately wanted to have the fucking her mother had just gotten.
She leaned back on the bed, and held out her arms for him.  He came 
and pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her tightly. 
She was falling in love with him, and felt safe with him.
        While Robert was kissing her on her face, her mouth, her
neck and firm breasts, part of him was thinking that only he had
such wonderful gifts.  It was a shame he was the only one with
them.  He remembered those sly words, 'Only your imagination limits
me', and grinned suddenly.  He could give others powers, and he was
going to do it.
        He started sucking Sissy's nipples, enjoying her hands 
gripping his hair.  He sent his power out across the world, seeking
what potential lay in the human race for extra-ordinary gifts.  To
his surprise, there was a lot.  Whole family clans had some strong
active talents that he didn't immediately understand.  They used a
power that he'd never heard of, but he could exponentially increase
the amount of it, and their use of it.  He'd find out what that was
all about some other time.
        A small percentage of people had minor, but active psychic 
gifts, like the girl who shuddered in his arms.  He reached down to
play with her clit as he looked deeper.  Susan seemed to a kind of
empath, which seemed to go a long way to explain her reactions to
his lusts.  Many people had small latencies for psionics, and he
could open the flood gates that would enable more people to utilize
their  mind's full potential.  She squirmed at the stimulation of
her clit, panting with need, and began chewing on his ears.
        What surprised him the most was that more than 60 percent
of the planet's population had a potential for what some would call 
superpowers, or Lamarkian mutations, but for the most of them were
deeply latent.  He closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment. 
By the time he rocked back and began entering his sister's young
cunt, he was ready to change the world.
        As he pushed into her, making her moan as he stretched her
more than anyone ever had, he sent a pulse that would bring those
with highly latent powers to the surface.  Many would find out
about those powers in the near future, and more would activate as
they hit  puberty.  In the next generation, even more would have
them.
        This pulse gave a kickstart to those psionic gifts, too, 
making the average psychic far stronger.  Even those active clans
would be effected, both from the new availability of their energy, 
and in their enhanced ability to use it.  Susan looked up at him
curiously as he did it, having felt the thrumming pulse of energy 
flow through her.
        Robert wasn't worried about getting his sister pregnant
right away, he knew that it would happen soon enough, and she was
young yet.  He did start to focus far more on what he was doing, in
order to make sure that she would have the most fantastic sexual
experience she'd ever had.
        Her empathy surged to full strength, and he allowed their
intimate connection to forge a small bond between them.  Her eyes 
widened as she identified the familiarity of the man busily
thrusting his massive cock inside of her.
        "Robbie?" she said incredulously.  It couldn't be true. 
This Dark God of a man just couldn't be her bratty little brother!
        He raised a finger to his wide lips.  "Shhhhh, Sissy," he
said with a wicked grin.  "You don't want mommy to know her only
son just knocked her up, do you?"  He lowered the admonishing
finger to flick her swollen nipple.
        She pushed on his chest futilely.  "You!  You're awful, get 
off me!"  She was upset, but only half struggling with him.
        "Aren't I just?" he chuckled.  "And I'm not going to stop
fucking you, Sis.  That link of yours is two-way, and I can see
that you're just as turned on as I am about this.  Aren't you?"  He 
started thrusting his cock even harder, making her cunt spasm 
violently around it.
        "Oh god, Robbie," she said.  "How in the world...?  Oh,
don't stop.  Keep fucking me!"  Her fingers dug into his muscular
arms.  He kissed her deeply and she responded with no reservations.
        "I guess you could say that I sold my soul," he said. 
"It's the only thing worth selling these days, and it sure seems
like I got a hell of a deal."  He smiled at his unintentional pun. 
"What do you say that I finish giving you the fucking of your
life?"
        "Yes!  Oh, Robert, do me."  Susan couldn't wait to see to 
what heights that he was going to take her.
        He bore down to pump her hard and fast, thinking his
intense lust at her, and seeing her respond in return.  The
empathic link to him made Susan almost as passionate as their
mother's craving for children had made her.
        She was such a different woman, but he enjoyed her body as
much as he had Maggie's.  He brought her to a fantastic climax, and
roared his completion in turn.  He held her tight afterwards, as
she continued to shudder for some time.
        It wasn't long before she stirred and asked for more. 
Robert was happy to oblige her, for he'd just sensed the conception
of his first child.  He smiled, he could get to enjoy this kind of
life.


To be Continued...



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