by Sofia Connor
The Hedge Beast!
"Take him back to the dungeons where he belongs and feast for a span of 2 days. No more and no less."
She could hear Condor's weakened pleas, but the sound faded to nothingness as the Hedge Beast carried him off to the dungeons below - a vile creature of invasive vines and piercing spines that would violate and feed with painful demand. Even better - this the beast would do from within the grand chamber that sat at the bottom of the surrounding cells where they were kept - the 'grooming' chamber as Condor lovingly referred to it, a hideous place of pleasured pain where he strapped the helpless to all manner of devices therein to be tortured and probed to the Master's delight. It was rare that Condor himself was on the receiving end of discipline, but when he was, at least the Master was gracious and allowed them all to watch, and she smiled in anticipation.
But of course then, she began to cry.
Odd what one would come to call gracious, she thought with a rare moment of lucidity, when one lived in hell.
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"We're lost," Crissy said flatly as she fired up another joint. "I told you we should have waited until tomorrow."
"Will you just shut the fuck up you stupid bitch!" Chase snapped, fighting back the urge to reach across the seat and choke the living shit out of the nagging cunt. She looked at him without speaking, without flinching, and simply drew deep on the hand-rolled joint, pulling the smoke easily into her lungs and then blowing it slowly out and into his face with a look that said 'piss-off'.
From the back seat, Savannah's head bounced painfully against the headrest as she struggled against another wave of nausea. She still couldn't remember how she had gotten here, certainly she didn't remember meeting these two, and their fighting was making her head ache even more. She had a hazy memory of being on Holiday somewhere -- Ireland, maybe? But after that, everything grew fuzzy and disjointed. There were vague images of a sparse hotel room, and she remembered stopping at a local pub for dinner. The next thing she knew, she was waking up in the backseat of a cramped compact car, bouncing around fog-enshrouded moors as a monstrous storm consumed the night and threatened to sweep them all off the road. To make matters worse, those few moments when she was actually coherent, she was forced to listen to the two of them in the front seat fighting and arguing about their destination, wherever that happened to be.
She had tried a couple of times to sit up and call out to them, but her limbs felt like lead and her lips were thick and unresponsive. Had she been drugged, she wondered? The thought made her heart race, and she struggled against the web of confusion that clogged her ability to reason things out. As shs struggled to grasp at elusive clarity, another wave of nausea struck and she could do little more than slump over in the seat as she struggled not to be sick. Outside thunder pealed with deafening madness as rain fell like stones from the sky, pelting the small vehicle.
Another streak of lightening lit up the night and the woman suddenly cried out in fear as a monstrous castle appeared out of nowhere, just across the moors.
"What the hell?" her companion muttered as the car came to an abrupt halt. He leaned forward and wiped at the rapidly fogging windows to peer into the night. "Did you see that?"
"What's there to see, you dumb fuck? We're in the middle of nowhere because you're a dumb fuck screw up!" she said with a sneer, all thoughts of the castle suddenly gone as she turned to complain once more.
He reached out with snake-like quickness and grabbed her neck to squeeze tightly, cutting off her air.
"Listen, bitch, I've had about all of you I can take for one night. Either shut that yap of yours or suck my balls, I don't care which. But if you keep nagging at me in that whiney-ass voice of yours, I'm gonna cut that worthless fucking tongue right out of that worthless fucking mouth of yours."
"Okay, okay," she say, raising her hands in mock surrender. She gave a nervous laugh and reached out to hand him the joint with visibly shaking fingers. "Geeze, baby, lighten up, will you?" She gave a tentative tug at the fingers wrapped around her throat like a vise until he finally relaxed his grip. He took the joint from her with a curse and pulled deep as he slid his hand from her neck, and she reached up to gingerly inspect for damage.
In the backseat, Savannah moaned again.
"God, how much did you give her?" Crissy asked. "If she pukes, I'm not paying the extra fee to have this piece of shit rental cleaned."
"I gave her the same as I give the others. She's just a god-damned lightweight is all. But that's cool. Just means we'll probably get a higher price for her if she's clean."
"Hell, she's so clean I'll bet that's virgin puss between those legs," Crissy said with a giggle as she took the joint from Chase.
"What a fucking waste, then, eh?" he said as he reached over to nibble at Crissy's lip. She laughed and plunged her tongue deep into his mouth.
"Don't you worry, baby. With the money we're gonna make selling this one, we'll finally have enough to get the hell off this island and make a life for ourselves in the states." She ran her hand up under his shirt to smooth over the knotted muscles of his chest. He grabbed her hand and stopped her, then yanked at her hair and pulled painfully until she was forced to looked up at him, complaining as she struggled against him.
"Just don't you think about crossing me like you did ole' Danny boy, eh?" he said with a leering smile. "I'm not some dumb fuck farm boy raised up in pig shit. You try to run out on me, I'll cut your tits off and make you watch while I feed 'em to the crocs. You got that love?"
Another round of lightening, and this time, there was no mistaking the castle that now sat on the other side of the moor. Chase abruptly let go of Crissy and turned to gape once more.
"Jesus H. Christ," Crissy said at last. "How did we not see that earlier?"
"I don't know, and I don't care. Looks like that's where we'll be staying tonight."
"But what about-" Crissy nodded towards Savannah in the backseat.
"Don't worry -- we'll say she's your sister and she's sick."
"Are you crazy??" she yelled.
Outside the idling car, the wind began to blow and howl once more, and the small car rose up slightly on one side, threatening to tip over in the rapidly rising waters.
"You got a better idea?" he yelled back as the car bucked and swayed. He throttled the gas and the car lurched forward, finding solid ground once more as the tires began to bite into the mud and move them forward. With a disgruntled mumble of curses Crissy sat back and finished off the joint, fear beginning to nibble at the base of her spine as they drew closer and closer to the ominous castle that sat foreboding and angry as it clung to the edge of the world.
The End.
Daughter Gone WIld
I've been a single dad for quite a few years now, my daughter's mother simply wanted a divorce and didn't want anything else to do with me or Jenn. You can ask me why but I really have no clear explanation, that's just the way she wanted it.
So, I became Mister Mom when she was five and, while it's been a strenuous job being a single parent, there have always been abundant rewards that have made it far more than worthwhile.
Jennifer has always been both pretty and bright, I've never had to push her to get good grades. I've also home-schooled her in addition to the school she attended full-time, she's smart and eager to learn and it has given her a head start toward getting top grades. She's always near the top of her class and almost always does extra credit work.
Jenn has been an ideal daughter, now in college, in her second year, again with excellent grades.
So, when I got a cardboard envelope addressed to me with her return college address on it, I wondered what it might be, a high-graded term paper, perhaps, or an exam paper she did well on.
I opened it and out slid a DVD disk with a note on it that read, "I guess your sweet daughter is growing up, see you next week, love, Jenn."
The disk was "Girls Gone WIld, Wild College Girls, Volume 7."
Well, I knew enough
that there was only one reason my lovely daughter would send me such a video so I went into the den, turned on my laptop and slid in the disk.
It opened with bouncy Caribbean-style music and one girl after another flashed their boobs as I watched to see if Jenn was among them. The girls all seemed eager to show their tits and I could see why, they were all really nice, full, plump, round, firm, just perfectly in their sexual prime.
Then, the scene changed to a girl indoors, like in a bedroom, with a guy behind the camera asking her name and age and college. She was a beautiful olive-skinned brunette, very pretty, possibly of Italian descent or, maybe, Hispanic. She was obviously excited to be chosen by the filmmakers but also seemed a bit nervous.
He questioned her on about more sexual things, what her favorite position was, when she first had sex (it was thirteen, she said) and the like. Also some questions about girl-on-girl sex which she also has tried and liked, she said.
Then, he asked to see what was under her top and she looked a bit nervous but reached across and pulled it off to stand there in a white, low-cut, lacy bra. She looked quite beautiful.
He talked with her some more before asking her to drop her bra which she did, standing, rather proudly, I thought, and with good reason, they were stunning, as his camera panned, then got a close up of her nipples.
He talked some more about what she liked in sex and asked in he could see her booty and she obliged turning around and pulling her denim shorts down revealing a lovely butt barely contained in a tiny thong.
I decided at that point that, being a single guy, currently unattached, watching a very sexy video, that I would take the opportunity to relieve myself of some built-up sexual tension in the time-honored fashion so I undid my pants and dropped them to the floor, kicking them off, then lowering my boxers so I could easily get a grip on things as I watched. I hit 'Pause' and got up and quickly returned with my trusty bottle of hand lotion and started up the video again.
The girl, Samantha, was soon on the bed with her fingers stroking between her open legs as she dropped her head back slowly masturbating for the camera. Well, it was quite sexy and rather amazing that a coed would come right off the street, get naked and masturbate on camera. I knew that young women today were far more nonchalant about sex and nudity and this was a good example.
Samantha had a beautiful orgasm, the look on women's faces during orgasm is always so beautiful and serene, it's something that has always greatly turned me on.
Then there were some more outdoor shots at night in an obvious party atmosphere, again with girls freely flashing their boobs and butts to the camera.
They asked two girls, both blonds, into their bus, I supposed it was, and interviewed them quite extensively about their sex lives and it turned out that they had been friends since middle school and also lovers though both also had boyfriends as well.
They each took off their tops revealing their breasts which were quite pretty. Then they were quickly talked out of the rest of their clothes and into a naked embrace, kissing each other. It looked to me as they'd done this many times before as their hands roamed each other quite familiarly while their tongues explored each other's mouths.
Then they got on the bed and the shorter blond began licking and tonguing the taller one who was soon moaning in great appreciation. She was really giving it to her girlfriend as I sat there slowly stroking, knowing that Jenn had sent me this video for a very good reason and it probably wasn't so I could get off to it.
They went on for a good bit, the tall one having a very strong orgasm then she took the other girl between the legs and gave her everything she could putting her into a rather spectacular orgasm.
Now the focus went back to the party atmosphere outside where girls were asked to show their stuff and most if not all did just that.
Then, there she was....Jennifer, in an outfit I don't think I'd ever seen before, a skimpy halter top and a denim skirt. She looked so hot as the guy with the microphone asked her name and age and college.
"I'm Jennifer and I'm nineteen and I go to University of Texas in Austin," she said smiling that irresistible smile of hers.
The fellow asked her if she was having a good time, just making talk then asked if she wanted to go to the bus. She rolled her eyes and the next scene showed her standing indoors, in front of the now-familiar bed, now remade and neat, being asked about her sexual experience and preferences.
I learned that my daughter had a few girl-on-girl experiences and her first sex with a guy when she was fifteen. Hmm. She did like oral sex, she was asked and said, both giving it and receiving it; it was something she loved to do, she added. And that her favorite position is cowgirl.
Then the guy asked her if she'd pull the halter down just a bit and she shot right back with, "Oh, I thought you'd ask me to take it off," so he said, "Would you?" and off it came.
Well, I hadn't see Jenn's breasts since they became breasts, not since they began to bud out from her chest. They were certainly far more than buds now, I'd guess C-cup, nice and large, perfectly round and firm, each one crowned with a pretty, pink, puffy nipple; they were perfect. I could feel a tingling in the head of my cock as I watched her, half-naked, while she talked with the interviewer. I also noted that she had no bikini lines, yes, my little Jenn has grown up, for sure.
"You have perfect breasts, Jennifer, what size are they?" he asked.
"Thirty-six-C," she answered rather proudly, I thought.
"Jump up and down a bit, let's see them jiggle," he asked and she jumped up and down and they hardly bounced at all.
"You're really firm, can you squeeze them together, play with them a little?"
"I'd rather play with them a lot," she said saucily as her hands pressed them together forming a deep cavern of cleavage, then she slid her hands under and bounced them up and down a bit then pinched her nipples as he caught it all on video.
"Can we see that bootie of yours?" he asked and she wheeled around and pulled up the skirt and gave a little butt jiggle.
"Oh, really nice. Any chance we might see the front?" and, again, without a single comment, she turned back and lifted the little skirt to show a thong panty that was practically microscopic.
"That's about the tiniest panties we've ever seen, Jennifer. Very nice. Can you ditch the skirt so we can see you in just those?"
She loosened the skirt and let it fall to the floor and stepped out of them, then turned slowly as the camera took her all in.
"Very pretty, Jennifer. You seem to be quite comfortable with your body."
"Most of the time, yes," she answered as he asked her to turn and bend over with her legs spread which she did.
The tiny thong really didn't hide very much, it was imbedded in the groove of her pussy as she turned away and bent over to give a very erotic and arousing view. My stroking speeded up a bit as I looked at my daughter exposing herself so sexily.
"That's such a tiny thong, do you think we could see you without it?" he asked and she immediately turned back around and pulled it off to stand there as the camera took her body in.
She was perfectly shaved, I suppose like most girls these days, her plump pussy lips cleaved in half so beautifully.
"Can you get up on the bed, Jennifer, maybe away from us on your hands and knees?"
Jenn did just that as he asked, "Can you shake that cute butt a little?" which she immediately did to my great delight. It seemed that I've raised a daughter who is completely comfortable in her sexuality and seems to know just how desirable she is.
"Would you drop your head down to the bed for us, Jennifer?" he asked as he did close-ups. "Spread your knees some?"
There it was, a beautiful plump peach of a pussy, sliced down the middle so delicately, held so sweetly between her thighs.
"Would you reach back and touch yourself for us?" he asked as her hand reached back so her fingers could trace up and down her labia, then her thumb and forefinger spread her lips open to the wet pinkness inside. M
y strokes lengthened as her fingertip parted her pussy as it slid inside to begin moving in and out.
She did this for a minute, then he asked, "Do you think you could show us what you do when you haven't had sex in a while? How you take care of it?"
"You mean, like masturbate for the camera?"
He said, 'yes,' and she flopped down on her back, spread her legs wide, wet her fingers in her mouth and began rubbing back and forth across her pussy as she looked sexily into the camera.
"Mmm, mmm," she moaned as she rubbed.
I was stroking faster now, completely turned-on by watching my daughter masturbate in a public video. She was amazing, so beautiful, so sexy, so confident in her looks and sexuality. She knew men wanted her, that was for sure.
"Are you thinking of someone right now?" the interviewer asked.
"Oh, yes," she answered rather breathlessly.
"Someone you've had sex with?"
"Mmm, not yet," she said with a grin toward the camera.
"But soon, you think?"
"Mmm, yes, soon, I've already got my plans made but this helps."
"It helps, how's that?"
"Oh, it just does, that's all."
She now dipped her cupped hand down between her legs, sliding her two middle fingers inside curving them in and out over and over pressing her palm over her clit as she groaned, "Mmm, good, mmm, feels so good," as she went on while being filmed.
Her other hand was up rubbing and pinching her nipples which the camera focussed in on before it went back below where her fingers pleasured her on and on as she softly moaned.
She was humping her fingers now, obviously getting close to an orgasm, and a really good one, from the look of it. I couldn't imagine just how she could shut out the other people in the room for there was at least two guys in the room and maybe more. But, she was deeply into pleasuring herself as the camera, as if it knew, moved up to her face which took on an idyllic, angelic look as she cried out in intense joy while she was so obviously swept away in ecstasy.
She went on for a minute, then the fellow asked her how it was.