by D. R. Rosier
Kim said thoughtfully, “Maybe Rachel. She’s the leader’s daughter, right around thirty, and already aware of the problems and challenges for the community.”
He grunted. He didn’t like the idea of inherited power, but if Rachel really took an interest in her father’s work, she was probably the best candidate.
“Let her know she’s in charge, for now, and we’ll make it permanent if she does a good job. If she has any questions, then she can contact us through the guards.”
Kim nodded, and left quickly, Lin stayed to guard them even if the threat seemed to be gone.
Cassie turned and leaned against him, and she arched her back and rubbed her supple ass against his hard cock through their clothes, as she reached up and back behind her to play with his neck and hair. It felt so good his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he gripped her waist firmly and ground back as hard as he could.
He grunted, “Lin, if they show up tell Rachel we needed one of her offices for a while. Mara, assist us.”
Mara grinned, “My pleasure.”
Lin giggled, as the three of them ran into the nearest office and slammed the door shut.
He ripped the shirt up and off Cassie, and then buried his head into her breasts as he gripped and played with her ass. He moaned deeply as Mara’s tight little body ground against his back, and her hand caressed his ass before snaking between his legs and rubbing his cock.
Mara’s other hand snaked around his side, and she undid his pants as she kissed the back of his neck, and her hot breaths there made his cock twitch.
Cassie bit lip her sexily as she took a step back, and then started to do a little strip show for him, while Mara pushed down his pants and started to stroke him teasingly from behind.
Mara whispered playfully in his ear, “She’s so sexy, and so wet for you, master. Can I call you master too? I want to watch you take her, can I play with myself while I watch, master?”
He groaned as his cock surged. Mara wasn’t one for nasty dirty talk, that was about as risqué as she got, but her sweet and lovingly dulcet voice even being that naughty was hot as hell for him.
“Yes to both, fuck. She is sexy isn’t she.”
Cassie was bent over the desk, with her panties pushed down just a few centimeters, so it looked messy and he caught just a tiny glimpse of her glistening pussy.
Cassie said in a begging voice, “Use me, master. Please,” she dragged out sultrily, “Get all that frustration out, and spend your liquid lust in me. My body is for your pleasure, always.”
Mara continued stroking him and moved with him as he walked forward. She gave him a sexy little grin, as she lined his cock up with Cassie’s glistening sex as his sorceress arched her back and stuck her ass higher in the air in lewd invitation.
Mara kissed the back of his neck, and he felt her other hand move between him and her. Her breathy heated gasp and moan told him she was diddling herself as she pushed forward with his body, and they both impaled Cassie’s snugly slick passage with his sensitive cock. She was so hot and snug around him, as he fully sunk into paradise.
Cassie gripped him tightly with her sex, and she milked him with a slow and firm grind that made him moan. She already had him right on the edge. He’d been right on the edge ever since he’d used his power to steal that life.
Mara said softly, “I wish that was me, that you sunk into like that. Did you watch her take your big cock in, soften herself for your hardness, as you took what’s yours, what belongs to you,” she gasped sharply, and he felt her tremble against his back. It wasn’t a huge orgasm, but Mara had definitely just had one on her own fingers.
He didn’t know what had gotten into her, but it was driving him insane.
Cassie ground back almost impatiently, and he spanked her ass hard, then gripped her waist with his thumb and forefinger, while the rest of his hand settled against the curve of her hips. She was so sexy. He loved her supple and juicy bubbled ass, and he started to pound into her with everything he had. The liquid friction of her snug sex along the full length of his cock was mind-blowing.
Mara said, “Yes, love, my master, fuck and fill our naughty mate. She needs it, your relief, your lust, and your nasty spunk deep in her body.”
He grunted deeply, not sure at all how long he could hold it. He went all out at a punishingly hard and fast pace, while his Cassie was gasping and bucking back into him wildly with pleasure. He was fairly sure that Mara’s little monologue of encouragement while she diddled herself and watched him take Cassie without mercy was turning on Cassie as much as it did him.
He reached up and yanked her head back by her long light blonde hair, forcing his Cassie to arch her back further and stick her ass up higher. He spanked it with his free hand, hard, even as he continued to pound into her. The scent of sex, the sounds of pleasure not only from Cassie’s lips, but also Mara’s into the back of his neck, and the way Cassie’s pussy tightened and convulsed around him each time he slapped her ass, all had him racing for the edge.
Fortunately, his stunningly beautiful and curvy light blonde came first, and came hard. Her whole body trembled under him and he felt her squirt as she soaked him with her powerful liquid pleasure. His own satiation hit him at that point, like a two-and-a-half-ton truck. His hands gripped her hips tightly, and he locked his legs to keep from collapsing as he roared in pleasure.
“Mine!”
Mara gasped and whispered sharply, “Master!” as she trembled against his back again, even harder that time as he came potently inside his Cassie, and he filled her with blast after blast of his glutted satiation.
When they all came down, he asked in awe, “What’s gotten into you.”
Mara giggled a bit naughtily, but he heard the slight blush in her voice as she answered, “Nothing yet, master.”
He groaned.
Cassie giggled naughtily, “Her corruption is almost complete.”
Mara snickered, “I don’t think I’ll ever go for truly nasty talk, but a little dirty and naughty is kind of fun. I can’t believe I came twice from that, and from watching.”
He growled, pulled out, and twisted around.
Mara’s eyes widened in surprise and lust at what she saw in his, and when he picked her up by her ass, her legs went around his waist as her arms went around her neck. She gasped, when he impaled up into her roughly, and pushed her against the nearest wall.
He grinned, as he stared into those pleasure filled and shocked exotic almond eyes.
Mara’s petite body was so light in his arms. Her lithe sexy curves, soft suppleness, at five foot two, he doubted she was over a hundred pounds. She was also so beautiful. He loved the soft exotic exquisiteness of her face, and more importantly the deep look of pleasure, devoted love, and smugness on her face, that last emotion undoubtably at him losing control like he just had.
Mara kissed him teasingly, as she squeezed around him even tighter. After a few weeks, she was perfectly snug around him, if still a little on the tight side. When she squeezed him on purpose, it was insanely tight. She was also more than wet and slick enough, despite that tightness, after coming for him twice already on her own fingers. Still, he was giving her a few seconds to get used to his rude entrance, and in being stretched out so much around his large invader.
Cassie said, “That is so fucking hot, bounce her violently on that cock, master. She pretends to be the good girl, the holy priestess, but she’s really just a naughty vixen that needs to be punished by your cock, owned by your cock, and pleasured by your cock. Look at her blush for you master, because she knows it’s true, and she likes being your naughty priestess. She’s just your cock slave now, just like me. Any hole, anytime, anywhere. She might not feel comfortable speaking with nasty talk, but my fellow cum slave clearly likes to hear it.”
As if to prove Cassie’s nasty words, Mara shivered and ground against him as she let out a sweet little gasp into his mouth. He took that as a signal she was ready, dug his fingers into her supple and
petite bubbled ass, and started to fuck up into her as hard and fast as he could. He used his firm hold of her ass cheeks to keep her steady, as she bounced on his cock and slid wildly up and down the wall behind her, their bodies slamming together violently.
Cassie ordered in a firm voice, “Say it.”
He didn’t know what she was talking about at first, until eyes wide with pleasure his sweet Mara said, “I am his cock slave, and I work for the pleasure of his cum, on me or in me.”
He would’ve blown right there, if he hadn’t just filled Cassie not two minutes ago.
Mara blushed furiously that she’d said that, but her pleasure filled and devoted eyes told him she’d meant every naughty word. They were both powerful independent women, very intelligent, but in the bedroom they were submissive to him to an extent that still blew his mind, often. They wanted to be taken and owned by him, so he did. Take her that is, hard, fast, inexorably, at a wickedly fast pace that had her cumming on his cock and flushing his balls and thighs in a blast of liquid bliss very quickly.
Mara had already cum twice, and once over that first hump, like Cassie she came often and hard for him once they got going. She came undone around and he supported her and kept fucking up into her, to both increase and extend her rapturous pleasure.
There was no other word for it, he’d rutted his sexy and ripely sumptuous Cassie, and now he was rutting his petite and athletic Mara against the wall. He was starting to get a bit tired, going full out the way he was, their bodies slamming together as their eyes locked together. They said so much with those eyes, between the deep loving devotion they held for each other, to the pure nasty lust and incredibly potent chemistry they shared, and everything in between.
Cassie said, “When you fill her, you’re going to watch us sixty-nine, as we eat your essence and pleasure out of each other. Won’t you enjoy that master, how much we enjoy our reward as your shameless cum slaves?”
His cock surged and twitched, and her nasty words pushed him to the edge, but he wasn’t the only one effected by her wicked little speech.
Mara cried out, “Yes! Sean!” as she came undone around him once more, and even more powerfully than the last few times. Her warm liquid satin washed around him in a flood, and her walls convulsed and rippled powerfully around and along his shaft as her body begged his for its seed.
He grunted, and slammed up into her twice more, “Mara!” he gasped, as the powerful euphoric ecstasy flooded his body in an overwhelming lasting surge of bliss.
Their eyes were so intimately locked, and he felt so many things for his Mara, as he blasted his seed deep into her body in wild pulses that shook him to his core. Love, awe, amazement, devotion, affection, and even that lust as it drained into her snugly petite and sexy body.
He kissed her softly, and she moaned sweetly into his mouth, with a contentedness that made his chest warm.
Cassie said playfully, “Enough of that loving shit, I want my reward.”
They both laughed, as they turned to look in her direction, and she was lying back on the desk, with her back arched and her legs spread wide with his earlier satiation leaking out of her.
Mara said sultrily, “That does look delicious.”
He let her down, and as Cassie suggested earlier, he enjoyed the show. His ladies had drained him of the unnatural lust evoked from his power. He still felt the temptation to consume more lives, but not as sharply, and even that small itch for it would disappear over the next hour or two.
By the time they were done pleasuring each other and eating the other’s liquid pleasure mixed with his cum out of each other’s pussies, he was inescapably hard as a rock again. They’d each made the other cum at least two or three times, and there was no greater turn on for him than seeing the women he loved drowning in orgasmic bliss.
They teasingly finished him off together for a third time, from their knees, and they took their time with it. He knew it was all kinky play, but they looked quite competitively serious and sultry as hell when they started to argue about who got to take his load onto their tongue and swallow it down. He suspected it was a teasing and naughty roleplay they’d set up in advance to drive him crazy, but that didn’t make it any less effective. Finally, they demanded he paint their faces with is seed instead, so they could clean each other up with their tongues.
Being a gentleman, he promptly complied with his lovers’ wishes.
Fortunately, cleaning up was always very easy on the magic, and Cassie had them all clean and sticky free, as they left the office feeling satiated after-bliss. Of course, Kim and Lin weren’t at all fooled, and there was the matter of the reek of sex that poured out of the office behind them.
Poor Rachel was still blushing furiously, when they left the building to return to their evening camp back on the east coast, where they found Katie blushing whenever she looked at him for the rest of the night. Apparently, she’d done some communication spell sometime during their wickedly decadent threesome to check on them, and had gotten quite an eyeful…
Chapter Twelve
Emily held the goddess’s power around her like a cloak. It made her feel a portion of serenity, but she still couldn’t help the doubts she felt at her course as she walked into room housing the condemned women. She’d healed a lot over the last week. It felt good to heal and relieve the suffering, but it was just temporary, they’d be hurt again. She knew if she persevered this too would end.
She ignored Shirley’s sneer as she checked on Daisy, Rebecca was giving her a nasty look as well.
Shirley said snidely, “How can you help that crazy bitch. You should be helping us.”
Emily smiled slightly as she finished her prayer, bad timing perhaps but she couldn’t help it as the power and grace of the goddess Vadea flowed through her body and soul. Healing flowed from her hands and into Daisy, and the slightly older woman gave Emily as smile of thanks. Daisy was one of the more repentant among her charges.
Emily said firmly, “I do what I can, and keep you alive. I can’t do more than that without getting you all killed, or have you not noticed that you haven’t ran away either. Besides, Lori’s punishment may seem cruel, may indeed be cruel, but you are all guilty. Guilty of getting one of your fellow victims beaten and raped to death at least once, and many others simply beaten to ingratiate yourself to monsters. That makes you murderers. Persevere, accept your punishment, and in time this too will pass. It is all I have to offer you, the hope that things will change.”
Rebecca shook her head, “That’s easy for you to say.”
She shook her head, because it really wasn’t. She never understood people that wanted to spread the pain around. She’d never wish the two years of rape she’d endured on anyone, not even her worst enemy. It hurt her, to see even these traitorous sisters endure it, but she wasn’t in charge. And… her goddess had a purpose in her remaining, and she would see it done, no matter the cost. At least she could offer some succor and relief, even to the ungrateful.
She’d been surprised to learn that most people didn’t think that way. That her giving nature and empathy was intact even after what she’d suffered, set her apart according to her goddess. It could’ve been worse. She’d been a servant girl for the first three years, until she couldn’t hide her development anymore. She was lithe and five foot four, with the curves of a woman but she was far from well-developed up top, perhaps she was born that way, or perhaps it was lack of food until recently.
She was also older than she appeared. She had a soft and cute heart shaped face, with perhaps the last fade of youthful chubbiness on her cheeks. Both the cuteness and lingering youth made her look younger. She’d actually be eighteen in two months, and she’d been close to sixteen before the raping had started, not fourteen.
She’d never lied. People always just assumed she was two or three younger than she was, and she hadn’t felt the need to fill them in. Especially since half the men, though evil and rapists, hadn’t ever touched her because they weren’t
interested in underage flesh. Who knew why? Perhaps the last vestige of their morality sticking despite the odds, but she’d gone with it. It wasn’t that much of a relief, it’d still left twenty-five men all taking turns in a rotation. She shivered.
“May I bless you, Daisy?”
Daisy nodded shyly, and Emily leaned down to the kneeling young woman and kissed her forehead, as she let a prayer loose for her goddess. The rush of magic, and the wide awed smile on Daisy’s face touched her heart.
“Was anyone else hurt last night? We march soon, so you should speak up.”
Shirley snorted, “Now we’re camp whores for an army?”
She tilted her head, and then nodded, reluctantly. She didn’t like it either, but she wouldn’t betray her word to Lori, it was too important not to. It would be worth the price, she told herself. She also didn’t want to let her goddess down.
She’d been considering telling the truth of her age though, lately. She’d never been attracted to men. She was pretty sure she was a lesbian, though she’d only been thirteen at emergence, so wasn’t entirely sure. She knew despite the serenity of the goddess, that she had a long way to go before she’d ever trust a man. Without trust, how can there be a desire to connect, voluntarily that is?
The pure physical pleasure of a cock felt good of course, that’s what made rape so damned insidious, but the sight of a man had never made her catch her breath, nor had it caused her to tingle down below.
Not like Lori, Betty, and Nancy did. Daisy too, but she was out of bounds while under punishment, and she didn’t want to give the men any shows or encouragement. Point was, the three ladies in question treated her like a precocious child, if she wanted to join their bed she’d have to… fess up so to speak. She just wished she had bigger boobs, and she had no idea how to seduce a woman.
“No one else?”
She waited five seconds, but all she got for her trouble were glares. She couldn’t blame them for that. It was easier for them to blame her, even if she couldn’t help. She’d get them all killed, and probably herself too, if she tried to escape with them, and she honestly didn’t want to. Point was, they blamed her because they were too afraid or too stupid to take personal responsibility. Too afraid to try to escape on their own, and they were just disguising that cowardice under hatred for another who was just trying to help in any way that she could.