The Dirtiest Daddy's Taboo

by Alina Nicholson

  Blaze turned sideways, catching the ball with his curved tail. Zack ran up and pounded on it with his fist.

  "Mandy, Mandy, are you hurt?"

  "No, just dizzy; Oh Zack, you did rescue me."

  "Blaze gets the credit, not I. Let's get you out of there."

  "I tried burning my way out and I couldn't."

  "Hold on, I'll hit it with a rock."

  He swung a large chunk of pumice against the ball, but the blow did nothing except shatter the pumice.

  "Here's some help," Blaze announced as Lagar and Kali ran up to them.

  "My daughter, are you alright?"

  "I'm fine Mother. I'm trapped in here. Can you get me out?"

  Lagar had been studying the sphere, running his hands along it's smooth surface.

  "Daughter, curl into a ball as tightly as you can."

  "Yes Father."

  "Stand away, all of you."

  He turned around, tapped the sphere experimentally with the tip of his tail, then raised it and dealt the sphere a crushing blow. A fracture line appeared. He tapped again, and then struck a second time. The fracture widened. A third blow shattered Mandy's prison into fragments and she lay curled on the rough ground.

  Kali lifted her daughter in her arms and held her close, rocking and softly crooning an ancient song. In a moment Mandy's eyes opened and she kissed her mother.

  "You sang that song to me when I was a baby."

  "You will always be my baby."

  "Zack, where is he?"

  "Right here," Zack answered, stepping forward.

  Kali put Mandy down and the lovers embraced, kissing happily.

  "Now to find those Imps and teach them a lesson," Lagar growled, bunching his fists and swishing his tail.

  "No need to search, here they are," said a familiar voice.

  The Supreme One materialized before them, holding a net filled with Imps; the silver strands no thicker than a spider's web.

  "May I have them for a little while, Mother?" Lagar rumbled.

  "May we have them?" Kali purred, eyes flashing.

  Rhuax and the other Imps began to squeak in terror, each trying to hide behind another.

  "My my," the plump little woman mused, "If I let you have them you'll no doubt tear them to pieces and it will take them quite some time to reconstitute themselves. That could be a suitable punishment for their shenanigans."

  The Imps began to wail in shrill voices.

  "Please Mother, not dismemberment. We're sorry."

  "I have a better idea. All of you will assist Lagar in his volcano construction and run errands for Kali until I decide you've been sufficiently disciplined."

  "Thank you Mother, thank you. We will do what you ask."

  "So be it. Peace be unto you, my children."

  "And unto you, Mother," they all answered.

  She disappeared, leaving the Imps in a confused tangle on the ground.

  "Ho, ho ho," Lagar chuckled. "I already have some tasks in mind for you fellows. Sort yourselves out, come along and don't dawdle."

  Mandy stuck her tongue out at Rhuax who would not meet her eyes.

  He and the other Imps formed a line behind Lagar and Kali, disconsolately following as the strange procession disappeared over a hill.

  Zack picked up a shard of the sphere.

  "It's a crystalline substance, but more resilient. Pretty strong though."

  "Not as strong as father's tail," Mandy laughed.

  "Hop on you two," Blaze said. "Let's go home."

  ***

  Zack and Mandy spent a delightful honeymoon traveling from Realm to Realm; seeing their friends and making love wherever and whenever they chose. When their idyll ended, Zack became concerned about his other life and he and Mandy decided to return for a while to check on things.

  They waved goodbye to Lagar, Kali and Blaze and stepping through the flaming portal found themselves in their living room; the portal closing behind them.

  Zack was puzzled; the apartment looked exactly as they left it, spotlessly clean. He ran a finger along the mantel, no dust. He went in the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator. The lettuce was fresh, the milk smelled fine...

  Mandy was stretched out on the couch and idly flipping through the TV channels.

  "...and that's Channel Thirteen's Six O' Clock News Roundup for August 28, 20..."

  "Wait, did he say August 28?" Zack shouted. "That's the day we left."

  "Of course," Mandy replied. "Time means nothing in the Realms."

  "So we haven't lost a single day after all the time we..."

  "Not a minute, now come here and give me a kiss."

  They cuddled on the couch, kissing and caressing. Zack's stiffening cock brushed against Mandy's wet pussy; she moaned and guided him inside her. They began a slow, grinding fuck exchanging openmouthed kisses. Mandy's hips rose to meet his thrusts as the pace increased, her body becoming warmer as her desires intensified. She no longer had to control herself, as Zack was one with her now and impervious to heat.

  They clung together, hips churning as their passions rose, her pussy gripping his cock as a hand in a velvet glove. He grunted and thrust even harder into her, feeling her body quiver, knowing she was nearing orgasm. She wrapped her legs around his waist and with a final thrust exploded in ecstasy; he was right with her jetting deep inside her clasping wetness.

  As they lay cuddled in the afterglow, Zack smelled something smoldering. Mandy had charred the sofa cushions. He hadn't felt a thing except her soft skin against his. They decided to shop for a new sofa and fireproof bedding in the morning.

  ***

  "Gail, did you re-warm the babies' bottles?"

  "No, Nurse Jeffries needed me in the other ward."

  "The poor little things bottles must be cold by now, let me help you."

  "Thanks, Nurse Proctor. Now that's odd."

  "What is?"

  "The Pearson baby, his bottle's still warm."

  "How do you suppose that happened?"

  "I have no idea."

  The End.

  Scissors

  My hands are tied. Pulled up above my head, with my wrists crossed and fastened together. The rope that joins them is attached to a ring sunk in the wall above my head. I am fully dressed but nevertheless I feel vulnerable. My breath is loud in my own ears, and it gets louder as Master moves to stand in front of me, with a large pair of scissors in his hand and a smile on his face.

  He moves close to me, his hands on my waist, pulling me slightly towards him, slightly off balance. He kisses me lightly on the lips and I kiss him back as his hands slide around behind me. I feel him release the button at the back of my skirt and tug down the zip. He steps back from me, releasing his hold on my body to tug the skirt over my hips. He is still holding the scissors, I can feel the metal of them, cool against the skin of my thigh as he leans towards me. Freed of the skirt I feel strangely naked, although I am still mostly dressed -- it's something to do with the way Master is looking at me, looking through my clothes.

  The point of the scissors rests now just above the v of my blouse, dimpling my skin. It still feels cold to me, although I know it must have warmed to my flesh by now. Masters eyes hold me; the metal blade holds me; my own desires hold me; absolutely still. A sudden 'snip' sound, the first button has been clipped from my blouse and the blunt side of the scissor blade slides downwards, parting the two sides of the fabric, seeking the next button...and the next...there are 6 altogether. Each one is cut off, each time the scissors part the fabric over my breasts as he works his way downwards. Even with all the buttons gone though Master cannot open the blouse far, my upraised arms trap too much of the fabric. The problem is easily solved though, he slices through the material at the shoulders and the remains fall to the floor. I am left in my underwear.

  Masters hands running over my body, teasing and stroking. His fingers dipping under the edges of my bra, stopping short of my nipples although I push towards him as best I can. Then one
hand presses the small of my back, pushing me towards him, the other slides between my legs, rubs briefly backwards and forwards. I feel the material getting damper as he strokes me, pushing my knickers up into me as he reaches higher.

  I'm released, suddenly, his hands gone. But there is metal again, against my stomach. The scissors are open, the blunt side of the lower blade touching me just above the band of my knickers, the blades gape a little, holding my eyes. Master slides the upwards, still open, until the blade burrows under the narrow band of fabric between my bra cups. He closes the blades on this, and the material crunches under the metal. It sounds very loud to me as he cuts upwards, relishing the yielding of the cloth and the shrinking of my flesh from the metal as he cuts. He stops at the last shred of fabric, leaving it just holding together while he cuts quickly through the straps. He slides his fingers back under the edge of the cups again, as he did before, reaching downwards for my nipples, brushing them briefly before he withdraws his hands again. He takes hold of the two cups and pulls once, suddenly. The last threads part, releasing my breasts. He throws the remains of the bra somewhere behind me.

  Now I have only my knickers. I am aching to be naked, to be touched. Master teases me again, his finger running across my belly. Pulling the elastic out a little, letting it snap back. He uses his scissors again, slowly cutting through them at my hips. One and then the other. But the material doesn't fall away from me. It is trapped in the damp cleft between my legs. Smiling Master takes hold of it and begins to pull, a steady pressure. Tugging it forwards through the creases of my flesh. I can feel it rubbing through me, the touch creating more fluid down there, which soaks into the fabric making it cling more to each fold in my pussy. Slowly, savouring my whimpers as it touches me, Master pulls my knickers free of my body. He considers it for a moment, his free hand toying with my nipples as he thinks, then he pushes the damp fabric into my mouth, folding it in with his fingers as a gag. He steps back from me, turning slightly to choose a flogger. He runs each one through his hand consideringly, listening and watching me as I wait, nervously and longingly, for the first blow to fall.

  The End.