by Keith Trimm
“Why do I think this isn’t going anywhere? You act like a three year old. Don’t you get horny?”
“Horny?” he asked.
“Do you ever get a boner? Wood? a stiff dick?”
“Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and my penis is hard.”
“And what do you do with it?”
“I usually go to the bathroom and it goes away.”
Cassidy shook her head and slipped off her pants. She stood there naked from the waist down. “Ok, I’m going to lay on my back and spread my legs, you are going to get hard and stick your dick in me, got it?” she asked.
“Ok,” he said.
Cassidy dropped down and lay on her back. She spread her legs and then her pussy. “See that?” she asked pointing at the hole. The man nodded. “You put your dick in there, get it hard first.”
“How?”
“I don’t fucking know, rub it.”
“Oh no, masturbation is a sin,” the man replied.
“Why did they pick you?” she asked letting go of her pussy. “They are going to fucking kill me because you can’t do what every man in this universe wants to do.”
“Try him, he might do a better job,” the man said pointing to his co porn star.
“You,” she said pointing at the other guy. “Get over here and fuck me, now!”
Without hesitation, the second man dropped his pants exposing his fourteen inch erect penis. In one swift motion, he shoved it into Cassidy to her horror. It had been a long time since she had sex and this guy hurt like hell. She felt like she was being torn in two. “Ouch!” she yelled. “Slow down!”
By this time it was too late and the man was ready to shoot his load.
“Not inside me!” Cassidy yelled.
The man, huffing and puffing came to his climax, pulled out his penis and shot a huge load of white cum up and down Cassidy’s face and chest. It was like an icecream machine blew up and scattered cream all over the walls.
“Finally,” Cassidy said rolling over in pain, holding her crotch and covered in cream. “That hurt like hell. Can you do that again in two hours?”
The man stood up and wiped his dick off with his shirt. “I can go again in an hour.”
Chapter 23
The show must go on
It was show time and the outdoor stage was set up with a tall black pole jutting from it’s center for Cassidy to spin around while she danced. It looked odd, not the brass color she was used to, it looked like a sewer pipe they found in a supply room. Her four fellow performers stood along the stage waiting for their cue surrounded by a large group of spectators sitting on the grass waiting for the show. It was late enough in the day that they were about to use spotlights and try to make it look theatrical.
Cassidy waved to the man in the Nazi uniform who was running sound signaling him to flip a switch on the ancient looking jukebox parked up on the corner of the stage. In a few seconds, the scratchy sounds of a German polka rang out to the dismay of Cassidy who was already out of her element. She stood there, a tooth missing, no costume and no heels. She was a fish out of water.
The crowd was excited, they rarely got a show and this was a special event. Not many knew what they were in for, they thought it was a dance show, little did they know what was coming up. Schlickman had a front row seat and kept a close eye on Cassidy as she tried to get in the rhythm of the music. The timing was odd and the instruments sounded like something from a drunken German Fest celebration. It took her a few moments, but she found her groove and stepped over to the pole. She grabbed ahold of it and jumped up trying a spin move. The pole was greasy and she slid to the ground with a thud. When she stood up her hands were covered in dark, dirty grease that ran across her tits, belly and legs. “What the fuck?” she yelled over the music looking down at Schlickman.
Schlickman stood up and approached the stage. Cassidy walked over and leaned over to hear what he had to say. “What’s wrong?” he asked as if nothing was wrong.
“I’m covered in somebody’s shit, is this a sewer pipe?” she asked taking a good whiff of air.
“It’s a fucking pole, dance with it,” Schlickman replied. “We have a full house.”
“Get me a new pole!” she shouted under her breath. “I can’t work under these conditions! My shoulder still hurts from the last time I was on a pole and this isn’t helping.”
“Get back on that fucking pole or I will make your life hell!” he snapped back trying not to let the crowd know what was going on.
Livid, Cassidy sulked back to the pole and ran her finger down the side checking to see how greasy it was. Her finger was covered in grit and oil. It was disgusting. Instead of using the pole, she decided to dance around it and then hang close to the edge of the stage, like she would if she were collecting tips.
The music played on and Cassidy moved her hips and arms to the music dancing around the pole. She slipped off the rest of her clothes to the excitement of the crowd and showed off her ass bending over and bouncing up and down.
“Get to the good stuff!” someone yelled from the crowd.
Cassidy stood up and looked for the person who yelled. She couldn’t tell who said it and went back to shaking her ass.
“Fuck somebody!” the voice yelled again. Again Cassidy looked for the person who made the comment.
Frustrated, Cassidy walked over to the side of the stage and grabbed one of the women who were selected as performers. She hadn’t rehearsed anything with the women, but how hard could it be to please a crowd with a lesbian scene. They always go over. The woman was not young, but not too old, sort of a pasty MILF. Cassidy rubbed her greasy body up against the woman’s clothes in an attempt to get the crowd going and clean the filth off her body.
Once she was cleaned off, Cassidy undressed the woman and came in for a kiss. The woman stepped back awkwardly and took Cassidy by surprise. She was used to girls on set that kissed back. “Don’t be afraid,” Cassidy said. “Just follow my lead.” The woman stood still waiting for Cassidy to try again and she did. This time the woman let Cassidy engage her in a deep kiss. The woman didn’t do much but stand there, but this time she didn’t move.
The crowd perked up watching Cassidy kiss this woman and wanted more. Cassidy noticed a change in the mood and moved her lips down to the woman’s breasts and sucked on her tit. The crowd was getting very stimulated and so was the woman getting her tit worked on. This prompted Cassidy to stand and address the crowd. “You like what you see?” she asked trying to get the crowd involved. They responded with a resounding round of applause. This was enough to get Cassidy excited and feed her ego. She leaned over, put her mouth on the woman’s nipple again and this time put her hand between the woman’s legs and began to rub back and forth. The crowd got louder and louder with shouts of approval. This fed into Cassidy who then asked for a chair to be brought out to the stage. In a moment, the woman was sitting on the chair, legs spread facing the crowd as Cassidy went to town on her pussy with her tongue. The crowd was behind her, but she could tell they were eating this up as much as she was eating this woman. The woman leaned back and moaned in pleasure.
Then she felt the presence of the man she had rehearsed with a few hours ago kneeling behind her. She felt him grab her soft round ass and lift it up into position for penetration. Like a pro, he slipped his penis into Cassidy’s hot wet pussy and began to fuck her to the excitement of the crowd. Never before had anyone at the complex seen a live sex show and they were whipped into a frenzy. Cassidy ate it up. She gyrated her ass showing the crowd what was going on with the man while trying to keep the woman in front of her happy as well.
For five minutes the trio pleasured each other until the man from behind pulled out his penis and shot his white load all over Cassidy’s back. He stood and walked off the stage without looking at the crowd. He wasn’t focused on the show, he just wanted to get laid, again.
The woman Cassidy had been eating was ready to blow as well squeezing her
legs tightly around Cassidy’s face. Then like an explosion, the woman screamed out and shook like she had been possessed by a demon. She orgasm and pushed Cassidy away stopping the over stimulation. Cassidy was very happy and ready for more. She looked to the wings to find her two other actors and found them missing. Knowing the crowd wanted another round, she was very upset that the show might come to a screeching halt. She thought on her feet and came up with an idea.
“Is there anyone else that wants to play?” she asked addressing the crowd. She was dripping white cum off her backside onto the stage floor. She saw the crowd was looking at it and decided to dip her finger in some and take a taste. “Fucking awesome!” she yelled to the crowd. “I need to suck dick! I need to swallow cum! Who wants to help me out?” she asked looking across the crowd.
Although they were excited, no one in the crowd was willing to get up on stage and have sex in front of everyone else. This was a very conservative community and what they were watching was a once in a lifetime event. If it weren’t for schlickman’s porn obsession, this show never would have gone on.
“I can’t do anything without help!” she shouted.
“Play with your pussy!” a man yelled. She saw him and shrugged her shoulders.
“Ok,” she replied and squatted down spreading her legs. She leaned back on her left hand and with her right hand spread her pussy lips apart. She then slid in her middle finger and began to pound herself with fury. It was enough to keep the crowd going. She leaned her head back and enjoyed the masturbation and basked in the attention of the crowd.
Dennis stood in the middle of the woods along with several other men surrounded by other men dressed in Nazi uniforms. “Can I go?” he asked.
A large uniformed man walked over and pointed at Dennis with a gloved hand. He grit his teen then said, “Shut the fuck up.”
“What?” Dennis asked. “If I didn’t ask, I would never know.”
“If you ask again, you will regret it,” the gloved man said with a thick German accent.
Dennis realized he wasn’t going anywhere and had no idea why he was dragged out into the woods and detained with these other men. He was afraid to ask so he whispered to the captive standing next to him. “What are we doing here?” he asked in a hushed voice.
“I didn’t get the memo,” the man replied with a grin.
“This is serious, how can you make jokes?” Dennis whispered.
Now pissed, the same captive ignored Dennis and refused to talk to him. Dennis whispered to the next man in line. “What are we doing here?”
This man also ignored Dennis and turned away.
“What a bunch of fucking babies,” Dennis said a little louder.
“You are here for a work detail,” another Nazi said as he walked past Dennis. “We trade with the village across the valley and today is trading day. You are mules.”
Realizing that he had some limited super powers, Dennis thought hard about escape. But then he realized that he would have a hard time finding Cassidy in the woods. All the trees looked alike and the path they came down was not well worn and easily lost. If he could only fly, he thought to himself.
The lead Nazi spoke up, “You all grab a pack from that pile over there and put them on your back. Grab as much as you can carry. Help each other to load up. The man with the smallest load will be shot before we start.”
“If you do that then you have to carry it?” Dennis spoke up, and then realized he should have kept his mouth shut.
The lead Nazi stepped over to Dennis and looked him in the eye. “Who are you?” he asked like he was Clint Eastwood in a Dirty Harry movie.
“I’m the photographer you captured with Cassidy, my name is Dennis.”
“You know what good a photographer is out here?” the Nazi asked.
Dennis looked around at the trees and forest and framed shots in his mind. “This is a nice landscape, I bet I could do something nice.”
“We don’t need no fucking photographers out here, we need mules, you are a mule. If you don’t pull your weight, you will be shot. Do you understand me?”
Not wanting to piss off the Nazi, Dennis replied. “I do have a bad back, and my legs have neuropathy that kills me after a long walk.”
“Would you rather I shoot you now and not waste our time loading you up?”
“No, no, I’ll give it a shot. I can’t guarantee how far I can walk, my calves are burning already from the hike out here.”
The Nazi, annoyed at Dennis and his flippant attitude poked Dennis in the chest and said nothing. It was awkward and Dennis didn’t know what to think of the gesture. It was intimidating, but not at the same time. “Go load up,” the Nazi said and pointed at the pile of baggage.
Dennis walked over to the pile and scanned for the easiest one to pick up. They were all large and looked very heavy. He picked one up and noticed how awkward they were to handle. It was like a burlap sack full of frozen turkeys. The contents shifted when he turned the bags around making it very difficult for him to get a good grip. When he tried to place the bag on his shoulders it flopped to one side and threw him off balance. He dropped the bag on the ground with a thud. “This isn’t working out,” he said.
Frustrated, the Nazi walked over to Dennis, picked up the bag and threw it at him hitting him in the groin.
Dennis stepped back holding his crotch wincing in pain. “What the fuck did you do that for?” Dennis asked gritting his teeth.
“You are worthless, prepare to die,” the Nazi said grasping his pistol from his holster.
“Wait!” Dennis yelled to the Nazi. “Don’t shoot.”
“Why not?” the Nazi asked pointing the gun at Dennis.
Dennis had no witty reply and stood there holding his nuts in pain.
The Nazi then unloaded the contents of his pistol into Dennis popping off one shot after another until his clip was spent. Dennis stood there as if nothing had ever happened.
“You should be dead!” the Nazi said lowering his gun.
Dennis picked out the bullets that were logged in his skin and dropped them onto the ground below. It was as if he was picking scabs, or acne.
“What kind of freak are you?” the Nazi asked.
“I gained some super powers a while back, not sure how or why, but I can do some stuff. Bullet resistant skin is one of them.”
“What else?”
“I can run pretty fast, and I’m stronger than I used to be,” Dennis replied.
“Anything else?”
“Yeah, I can see farther than I used to be able to, and my hearing is better as well.”
“That doesn’t sound like superpowers to me, sounds like you’ve been taking a lot of vitamins.”
“I never said I was able to leap tall buildings, Fuck off, let’s see you take a bullet.”
“Maybe you are not being put to good use as a mule. Maybe I should report you to my superior and get a promotion.”
“Sounds good to me, I don’t want to haul these fucking bags anyway.”
The Nazi waved Dennis over to where his commander was sitting drinking tea from a canteen. Once they got there, the Nazi introduced Dennis. “Sir, this man has talents that I think you will find more valuable than using him as a mule. He has advanced powers.”
“Advanced powers? What does that mean?” the commander asked.
“It’s above average powers and below superpowers. Kind of like Superman with a cane.”
“What do you think I can use him for?” the commander asked not believing what his subordinate was saying.
“He can be used as a spy, or as a super soldier.”
“I see, we could use some good spies. The ones we have suck balls.”
Not wanting to be a spy, or anything else for that matter, Dennis spoke up,” I have an idea, what if I just walk back to came and let you two figure this out?”
“What makes you think you can just walk away?” the commander asked.
The Nazi soldier that brought Dennis ove
r shook his head and pointed to the bullet wounds on Dennis’s arm. “I tried shooting him, didn’t work.”
The commander leaned over and looked at the holes in Dennis’s skin, No blood, just indentations. “Wow, that’s impressive.” he said with a smile. “Did you try shooting him in the head?” the commander asked.
“No,” the soldier replied embarrassed.
The commander reached for his pistol and shot Dennis four times in the head. Each bullet struck him in the face and plopped back down onto the dirt below. Dennis was unharmed and unphased.
“What are you made of?” the commander asked in awe.
“Same stuff you are, I think.” Dennis replied.
“How did you get like this?”
“An alien laid some eggs in my ass and they hatched. Ever since then I’ve never been the same.”
“Maybe we should dissect you and see what makes you tick.”
“Good luck, if bullets wouldn’t go through me, I doubt you have a knife that will.”
“Good point,” the commander stated. “But I do think we have a diamond studded boring blade that is used for drilling. That would open you up like a can of worms.”
Chapter 24
Chicken plucking
Cassidy’s show was over and she was disappointed that she had to leave the stage. She wanted to do like at home, go to the dressing room and come back on a little later. Unfortunately, the crowd had dispersed and the only person left was colonel Schlickman who was now up on the stage hounding Cassidy like a love struck groupie.
“You must come to my home tonight,” he said to her as she wiped the cum off her back and legs. “I will have a special meal prepared for you. What do you like?”
Reasonably clean, Cassidy stepped over to the Colonel and gave him a good close up look at her naked body. “Do I have a choice?” she asked.
“Sure, you can say no,” Schlinkman replied.
“What happens to me if I say no?”
“I eat by myself, like usual.”
“Why do I have the feeling you're not telling me the truth?” Cassidy asked.