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August 27 University of TITS: Part 6
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 6
In the Smokey Mountains of
Tennessee, there is a university dedicated to the sciences. In the time when
great benefactors like Carnegie & Vanderbilt were establishing institutions
to advance the knowledge of mankind, a private college was founded.
But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
Join us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen
their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.
Now, here’s another legend
in the series.
Another of Tina's Success Stories.
A 10-part series, based on the posts by D D D Dave.
Listen to the ►Podcast
at Explicit Novels.

Let’s call this episode ‘Horse’
My life changed after I had an
unusual occurrence. (That's my trademark understatement!)
Anyway, I was having some drinks
after work with some colleagues. We were all Associate Professors at Tennessee
Institute of Technology and Science, or T I T S. We had been talking about the
unusual events that had been happening on campus. Most of the rumors were just
that: rumors. No one in our group had had any of the rumored experiences.
There were reports of power
outages in the Library. Flickering lights, ghost sightings and such.
People were talking about
Assistant Librarians suddenly becoming bimbos with huge hooters and taking on all
the men in the study cubicles. But like I said, none of us had been part of any
orgies!
What we did all agree on was
that the girl watching was getting better and better! Part of it probably was
the fact that it was spring. And winter had been brutal! But still! Skirts were
getting shorter, tops and jeans were becoming tighter and tighter. More braless
boobs than ever before were bouncing and shaking all over campus. Nipples were
popping out aggressively from under skin-tight blouses.
And we were all enjoying it. One
of the guys said that he had heard that one of the dusty old professors had
somehow raised an 'elemental' that was somehow causing all this. We laughed him
down and ordered another round!
I went to the men’s room since I
have a small bladder. And on the way back to the table I was waylaid by the
sexiest woman I had ever seen! Gorgeous, stacked beyond my imagination and best
of all, hot for me!
I have to admit I didn't argue.
If a hot, foxy, sex goddess offers to take you home and fuck your brains out,
how many objections would you raise? So when Tina said she wanted to rock my
world I was just drunk enough to go along with it!
Anyway, I had a night such as I
would never have thought possible! We fucked for hours! She knew more ways to
do the nasty than I had ever thought of! And she was able to keep me going long
past my usual limits! She kept calling me 'Stud' and praising my stamina,
ability and my equipment. I'd never been called a 'horse' before. But,
While she was fucking my brains
out, my body was changing! I was developing muscles where I had not had them
before. The muscles that I had were becoming ripped and well defined!
I was starting to look lithe and
athletic which I had never been! And most of all I was getting larger and
larger in the cock department!
"Oh, what a pretty
cock," Tina said when she first pulled it out of my pants. It stood
proudly. all of almost six inches long.
"I just love a big
cock!" Tina exclaimed an hour later while she was kneeling in front of me
and taking eight inch strokes from my visibly thicker hard on.
We were into the third hour of
our love making and Tina was riding my eleven inch monster cock while making
little sounds of happiness and cumming time and again! Talk about
multi-orgasmic? Tina could cum and cum and cum! There seemed to be no limits to
how many times she could have an orgasm! And she always wanted more and more!
Plus there seemed to be no limits to how much of my cock she could take!
By the end of the evening she
was using both hands, giving my gigantic, almost fifteen inch long cock a hand
job while she was cooing and smiling at me. "Biggest one ever," she
said time after time. "Never had a cock so big! What a thrill! So Fucking
BIG! I can't believe how thick and long you are! Biggest I've ever seen!"
By this time I was only partly
conscious. Her sex drive was unconquerable! I'd cum more times than I could
count. Tina was a cum covered mess. From her hair to her knees she was covered
by streaks and pools of my cum! And she loved it. But I was worn out! It seemed
like a dream!
When I woke up the next morning
in my own bed I found that it had not been a dream! My formerly pudgy body had
become ripped and muscular! To top it all off (so to speak) I had a piece of
man-meat hanging between my legs that would have put most equines to shame!
I found out in the shower that
my appendage would spring to life any time I thought of a sexy woman. And that
I could cum often and easily! After jacking off three times in the shower I
took the time to measure my newly arrived package.
I wasn't sure if I was doing it
correctly but I got a length of just under fifteen inches long and darn near
eight inches around! I was a STUD! I was, as Tina had called me, a horse cocked
stud!
It was as I started to get
dressed that the negatives of my sudden metamorphic changes began to make
themselves known. For one thing, none of my clothes fit properly anymore! My
pants were loose. My belt was too long. My shirts strained to fit over my
suddenly muscular torso.
Even in its flaccid state my
massive cock made a noticeable bulge in my pants! Luckily it was the weekend so
I was able to get some new clothes that fit better before I had to show up at
work again. I noticed that many of the girls I encountered were more
flirtatious than would have been the case earlier. Could they tell that I had
undergone some changes?
I didn't try to pursue any of
the possibilities. I was still too shy to just approach someone I didn't know
and ask if they wanted to fuck.
Monday morning is always the faculty
staff meeting from eight to ten. Our Department Supervisor is a hard edged
woman, Ms. Simington-Smythe Ms. Simington-Smythe always has a look of derision
on her face. She acts like she is better than everyone else.
She is a bulky woman. She always
wears a skirt that falls to mid-calf, a white blouse under a loose fitting
blazer. She is obviously trying to play down her feminine side and doing a
pretty good job of it!
The rumor is that she's engaged
to some big, rich muckety-muck in the corporate world but no one at school has
ever seen them together. She is young for her position but projects a cold,
stern visage and is a stickler for detail and a general pain in the ass!
Anyway, she's a nasty piece of work.
No one wants to get on her bad side! And she doesn't seem to have a good side,
either. She is always reporting people to HR or to the administration when she
feels that they are inadequate in some way.
Bitch, Bitch, Bitch!
Today was no exception. As usual
I sat just to her left at the conference table. She sneered at several other
people while berating them but ignored me. For once. But today I couldn't get
comfortable. My cock was half hard and I couldn't find a position that didn't
irritate my newly enlarged member. I tried pushing it into different positions
but nothing felt right.
At the end of the meeting Ms.
Simington-Smythe finally turned her attention to me and demanded that I stay
behind.
As the door closed behind the
last of the others she turned to me with a furious look.
"What did you think you
were doing, young man?!" She was maybe three years older than I was but
the 'young man' crap was one of her ways of emphasizing her position of
authority.
"Ma'am?" I responded.
"Playing with your.. um..
member! In a business meeting? How disgusting! Do you have anything to say
before I report you to Human Resources?" She was reaching for the phone as
she glared at me.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am. It gets
uncomfortable in these pants. I didn't mean any disrespect!" I cupped my
hand over my half hard cock in my pants.
"That's, that's, Um,"
she was stumbling badly as she took in how long and thick I was. Even under my
pants it was obvious that I had a huge cock!
"That's not possible,"
she continued as she put the phone back into its cradle. "No man can be
that large! It's just not possible." Her tongue was wetting her lips as
she kept on staring.
"Well it is true," I
told her. "I'm sorry but I have a really big cock now and I find it's hard
to get comfortable some times. There isn't anything I can do about it!"
"Nothing you can do,
?" she was still looking at the bulge my hard on was making. "No! I
don't believe it. It just cannot be.." She began to reach out with one
hand. She stopped as I started to unzip my pants. I figured I was in plenty of
trouble. I could at least prove that I wasn't a liar! And underneath that
bitchy facade Ms. Simington-Smythe wasn't a bad looking woman. Some makeup and
maybe some clothes?
Without any fuss I pulled my cock
out of my underwear and let it protrude into the open. There was about eight
inches of semi-hard cock exposed.
"That's impossible,"
Ms. Simington-Smythe repeated but without any force to it. She just didn't want
to believe what she was seeing.
Without seeming to realize what
she was doing, she reached out tentatively and brushed the back of her fingers
against my manhood. It quivered and grew stiffer. Staring raptly at my groin
she turned her hand and took a light hold of my cock.
"It's not even hard,"
she murmured. She squeezed it tentatively. "Not even hard and yet,” she
pulled and pushed my cock to the left and right, examining it from all angles.
"It's so long and ,” Her voice faded away again while she kept looking at
what she was holding.
Slowly, she ran her hand up and
down my cock. Just once. Under her touch I could feel the stiffness growing.
Then she did it again! Then once more. I grew larger and longer as she kept
stroking me.
"This is not
possible," she told me while looking me in the eyes. "No man can be
this huge!"
"But I am," I assured
her. "And I'm going to get bigger and harder if you keep on playing with
my cock!"
"I'm not.." she
hesitated. While she paused I pressed myself forward so that the tip of my cock
touched her lips. Without thinking about it she ran her tongue out and swiped
it across my cock. "Umm, ah, Oh God!" she moaned.
Her grip tightened and she sped
up her movements. Ms. Simington-Smythe was giving me a hand-job in the
Department Conference Room. What if someone came in?
That didn't seem to occur to
her. She was staring at the rapidly growing cock that she was now pumping with
both hands! She didn't slow down, not even when she heard me start to gasp and
moan in excitement.
She just kept pumping and
pumping, watching her hands as they flew up and down my cock!
"I'm going to cum," I
announced, "You're going to make me cum!"
She didn't even slow down. I
wasn't sure if she had heard me. Her entire focus was on the cock that she was
rubbing and stroking!
She stared as my cock head
pulsed, flared larger and then spat out a long rope of cum. It struck her face
and smeared across her glasses. She was huffing and puffing as she kept
working. She didn't even flinch as I launched shot after shot of sperm that
landed all over her.
I saw her tongue swipe across
her lips, licking up cum that had splashed onto her. Still all of her attention
was on watching me blow a huge load! She never even glanced at my face! She
just milked me for all the juice she could get!
When it was clear that she had
extracted all the cum that I had to offer her hands slowed and she let my now
softening cock droop in front of her. She still didn't look at me. She seemed
to be in some sort of mental fog.
She was looking at her hands as
if she didn't believe that they were hers.
"Put that away and get
out." she said. still without looking at me she. "This never
happened!"
I tucked my still stiff cock
back into my pants and went to the door.
As I left she was still sitting
in her chair, unmoving. I wondered if she was having some sort of a seizure.
But not enough for me to go back and try to talk to her!
The next day Ms.
Simington-Smythe had me summoned to her office. She never called directly, she
always had one of her underlings call or email or sometimes they would visit us
on campus. I always figured they saw it as an excuse to get away from her.
I had spent the previous night
having carnal relations with a young co-ed. She had enjoyed riding my cock
until she had collapsed in ecstasy! After sucking a third load from me she had
given me an enthusiastic tit-fuck with her proud 34-Double D tits. It had been
fun and I was looking forward to getting home for a good night’s sleep before I
was summoned.
So I showed up at her office at
the time she had specified. Not early, not late. Right on time.
Of course she made me wait.
Bitch.
After a while I was ushered into
her office.
"You may leave,
Esmerelda," she instructed the secretary. As it was now well past five o'clock
and the rest of the office was empty her instruction seemed unneeded. I caught
the secretary rolling her eyes as she fled the office.
Turning to me Ms.
Simington-Smythe glared at me. She was on the verge of sneering as she launched
into a speech about decorum, propriety and proper office behavior. The gist of
it was that whatever had happened between us the previous day had been my fault
and she was not going to put up with it any longer and blah, blah, blah.
As she was ranting I got more
and more pissed. This woman had grabbed my cock and had given me a first class
hand job! She had taken the initiative and given me what was one of the best
hand jobs I have ever had. (Is there such a thing as a bad hand job?) Anyway,
she had forced me to empty my balls! And somehow, in her mind, she had managed
to make it my fault! She was going to report me! And blah, blah, blah!
So I stood up, walked around her
desk and stood next to her. I stood very close to her. She pushed her chair as
far away from me as she could but I just stepped up to her again.
She stopped talking, thank God,
and just shrank back in her chair.
Her eyes flitted from my face to
my groin and back. She could easily see the bulge forming as my cock grew.
"No," she was trying
to be stern but it wasn't working.
"Your problem, Ms.
Simington-Smythe," I told her, "is that you have no idea how to treat
a man. You are bitchy and cold because that is the only way you know how to
behave. I think it's because you are afraid of your own feelings, your own needs
and cravings. You could be a hot, foxy, sex machine if you only had the
courage. Let me show you!" I pulled her hand to my crotch and placed it
over my rapidly expanding cock.
"No! That's not,” she
gasped. "Don't you dare." Her voice died away. And she didn't take
her hand off my hard-on.
"Take it out, bitch!"
There was real iron in my voice.
"No, you can't make
me!"
"Do It! Do it Now! We both
know that you want to see my huge cock!"
She didn't look me in the eyes, but
slowly she began to unfasten my belt.
"I can't believe I'm
letting you make me do this," she complained. She didn't stop working
however. In a moment she had pulled my pants down to my knees. She was staring
at the bulge that my cock was making in my underwear. And she was running her
hand up and down that bulging length!
"I'm not making you do
anything," I pointed out. as she began to extract my hard-on from my
underwear. "You're the one that is running both hands up and down my
gigantic prong. And you love it, don't you, you bitch!"
"No," Her tongue came
out to wet her lips. "I don't like holding your massive, rock hard penis
in my hands! It's disgusting!" Her words were contradicted by the way she
kept on stroking me and licking her lips. She never looked me in the face. All
of her attention was on the big cock she was fondling thru my underwear.
"Go ahead," I
encouraged her. "Remember h
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August 26 University of TITS: Part 5
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 5
In the Smokey Mountains of
Tennessee, there is a university dedicated to the sciences. In the time when
great benefactors like Carnegie & Vanderbilt were establishing institutions
to advance the knowledge of mankind, a private college was founded.
But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
Join us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen
their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.
Now, here’s another legend
in the series.
My Mistake Causes Antoinette’s metamorphosis.
A 10-part series, based on the posts by D D D Dave.
Listen to the ►Podcast
at Explicit Novels.

Some background might be of
interest: I was involved in a lab accident at the obscure but well respected
university where I work, Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science, or T I
T S. It sounds like a plot from a bad sci-fi story but now my pheromones have
some unusual effects on some people. The scientists finally let me go. But they
asked me to make a note of any unusual occurrences. Hence this report.
"You bastard!" she
shouted at me as she pushed her way into my apartment. "What have you done
to Me?"
"Won't you come in,
Antoinette?" I responded as politely as I could while fending off the
angry young woman.
"Call me Toni and you're
damn right I'll come in. You have a lot to answer for and I'm not leaving until
you explain all this!"
"Wha,” I started before she
cut me off.
"Before I met you I was a
perfectly respectable junior accountant at the university. And Now,” she paused
to gather herself.
"Now, I'm this, this, this,
I don't know what to call it! Before I dated you everything was on track, but
now? Now all I can think of is that night! Before I met you I was a normal
young lady. But since then? Ever since you fucked me with that enormous pole
you call a cock it's all I've been able to think of! Lying under you, getting
pounded into the mattress by the biggest, hardest cock in the world!
Remembering how you managed to fit that gigantic thing into me! How you kept
going and going, on and on! Making me, no Forcing me to cum time after time,
harder than ever before! Each time cumming harder than the time before! Making
me insane!"
"Here, sit down, Toni, tell
me what's wrong." I motioned to the sofa.
As she sat down her short skirt
rode up to show off her fabulous legs and the welts at the top of her dark
hose.
"You look good, Toni"
I commented.
"Look good? Look
Good!" she glared at me.
"I look fabulous! I look
smoking hot! I used to have to struggle to hide my complexion's flaws. But they
are all gone! I have skin like porcelain now! My eyelashes are twice as long as
they used to be. I don't really need make up any more. But I like to put on
lipstick!"
"All the girls in the
office are asking me how I did it! And I don't know what to tell them. Should I
tell them to bed the good-looking guy who picked me up in that bar and have a
night of amazing sex with a stud packing a cock as long as my forearm? I don't
think they would believe me! I'm not sure I believe it. But somehow I know that
it's true!"
"But,” I started again.
"And this! How do you
explain This!" She tore off her blazer to show off a tit-packed blouse;
buttons strained to contain a pair of pneumatic tits.
"Before I met you I was a
perky B-cup. Now I'm an F-cup and just as perky! Tits this big shouldn't be
this bouncy and flawless! They should be sagging and drooping instead of poking
straight ahead and begging for attention! And they get lots of attention!"
She was running her hands over the massive mounds that she carried in front of
her. Her nipples were starting to show thru her blouse and whatever bra she was
wearing.
"Just look at all of
this!" she exclaimed. "From B to F in less than a month? It's
amazing!" Her hands were still roaming over her mountains while her
fingers pinched and plucked at her now prominent nipples. "They feel So
Good!" she moaned while gazing into my eyes. Her tongue flashed out to wet
her lips. She was panting now.
"I can't escape the
attention of the guys in the office." she went on. "Men in the street
stare and whistle! Worst of all, I Like It! I like to have men ogle me, to
stare at me as I wiggle by in my high heels and tight mini-skirts. I like the
way they gape at me as I bounce under the tight sweaters I've started to wear
along with the hip-hugging miniskirts that show off my ass to anyone that wants
to take a look. I can't stop myself, I dress to show off, to flaunt my smoking
hot bod!"
"So,” I tried again.
"And that doesn't begin to
explain my attitude and how I've changed!" she didn't even slow down to
acknowledge me. "Three days ago the VP told me I was looking good as he
passed me in the hall. So I dragged him into the supply closet and drained his
balls three times in a row! First I had him fuck me from behind, then I took
him between my tits and had him cum all over me and then, after I had licked up
all that I could get, I sucked his cock until he fed me the last of his cum!
I've been getting flowers and anonymous thank you notes ever since!"
"He wasn't even half your
size," she mused, still fondling herself. "And I have to admit these
feel good! Even if they are only F cups." She moaned as she pinched her
nipples. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and leisurely swept across her
upper and lower lips.
"I can't get over how good
it feels to have someone's hands on my big tits! I don't have any idea how you
did it but I love the feelings I get now!"
"What have you done to me?
Before I met you I didn't think size mattered at all. Now all I can think about
is your immense cock! How it felt, throbbing and pulsing while I tried to wrap
my hands around it. How hot and hard it was as I pushed my hands up and down!
What it looked like as I got it to spurt out more cum than anyone I have ever
been with! And how you did it time after time after time!
"I need you to do that
again for me! I need to see you empty your balls over my tits!
"I need to feel you push this
gigantic prong deep into my poor empty cunt. I need to feel my cunt spasm as
you drive yourself all the way! You go so Much deeper than anyone else ever
has! And I need to feel that again!
"Uh," I started to
answer her but before I could continue her hands were busy undoing my belt and
pulling my zipper down. "Just let me at this big boy! It turns out I like
big cocks, you know! And I've never seen one as big as this one!"
She was fondling my semi-hard
shaft with both hands as she licked her lips in anticipation.
"Oh, yes! It's just as big
as I remember! It's been haunting my dreams! And it's all I can think of at
work! So pull it out, big guy and feed me as much of this more than foot long
prick as I can take. And don't stop until you've emptied those massive balls!
"I want all I can get,
stud! So don't try to hold back!"
By this time she was kneeling in
front of me. Totally naked, her big tits were shaking and bouncing in front of her
as she played with my cock. She ran her mouth up and down, sucking up all the
pre-cum that was leaking out. Then she started to lip and tease my ball sack
with her tongue and lips! It felt terrific. I didn't try to hold back, just
like she had told me. Instead I started to spurt long ropes of cum. The first
ones soared over her head, then, as she pulled me into her mouth I shot off
several more volleys. The last few she directed across her tits and proceeded
to massage into her skin.
"Yes, I like how that
feels, I like the way it soaks into me and how it feels as I let it dry on my
titties!"
"Now for the main event! I
want to feel you cram yourself into me! Fuck me, stud! Fuck me as hard as you
can with this gigantic cock!"
"But, Antoinette, aren't
you afraid you'll have another reaction like the first time? Do you want to
have your tits expand? Or whatever else may happen?"
"I told you, call me Toni!
And if my tits get bigger? Well that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world!
After all these are only F-cups. And I know men love big tits and I love men
that love my big titties! If I get bigger they will just love them even more!
Now come on! Stop stalling and fuck hell out of me!"
So I did! We spent the next few
hours exploring what Toni called her "new eroticism.” She fucked me in
every position that you can imagine. She dropped her tits on my face, pulled my
hands to her nipples and gave me tit fucks while I rode her waist and then
later, while she sucked on my balls! There was nothing that she wasn't willing
to do! We both enjoyed doing all of them.
As we kissed goodnight she
snuggled up to me, pressing her chest against me. "If I get bigger, I'll
come back and show you," she promised.
The next time she rang the bell
there was no blazer. Instead she was barely packed into a skin-tight crop-top
that left her slender waist uncovered and exposed the top one third of the
largest tits I had ever seen along with enough side boob to confirm that she
wasn't wearing a bra! Without a bra to restrain them her tits exploded outward
and rested wider than her shoulders. Amazingly, they hardly seemed to sag at
all!
After entering my apartment she
stood proudly in front of me with her hands on her waist. She was arching her
back, pushing her inconceivable development toward me.
"Fifty-eight inches,"
she announced proudly. "When we first met I was barely a 32 B cup. Now I
over-fill my 34 S cup bra. I have a 26 inch waist and 36 inch hips. But no one
notices anything except my gigantic tits and stiff nipples that poke thru all
my clothes!" It was true! I could see her nipples and swollen areola thru
her top!
"And I'm so much different!
I was a junior accountant. Now I'm Assistant Vice President for Development!
But it's My development that I'm VP of! The Executive Vice President that I did
in the closet back then has put me up in a swank penthouse. And he and gave me
a company credit card. All I have to do is take care of him! Which is dead
easy! I let him wash my back. And whatever. Any time he comes around. Then I
fuck him to exhaustion before I send him home to his family.
"I can't help it! I've
become a slut! My lips are all puffy now! I look like I have had collagen
injections. My hair has become wavy it's turned blonde and reaches my waist!
I've pretty much lost my gag reflex. And look at this!"
She extended her tongue to lick
her lips. Then she pushed it out farther and farther. She could easily touch
the tip of her nose with it!
She stepped closer to me. I
could feel her tits as they brushed against me. Her nipples scrapped across my
waist. She took in a sharp breath in pleasure as she wiggled against me. She
reached up and pulled me into a steamy hot kiss.
"But I still crave this
big, fat cock," she admitted. "I've never found one as big or as
potent as this huge cock!" she was stroking me as she spoke. "I want
to feel this monster force its way down my throat and into my hungry
cunt!"
And she spent the rest of the
day proving just how much she craved my massive cock. I pretty much just let
her do whatever she wanted. And what she wanted was to deep-throat my cock. To
pull out all the sperm that she could! To ride my monster fuck stick until she
came! Time after time she would erupt in squeals of ecstasy while bouncing up
and down on my rampant cock.
And after each eruption she
would pay homage to me until she had brought me back to full strength. Then she
would kneel in front of me and direct me to pound her until she collapsed in
front of me. We would both rest for a while until she would curl up at my waist
and suckle at my prick until I was hard again. Then she would decide whether to
suck or fuck me. Whichever she choose was fine with me!
She would shiver those massive
tits in my face, pull my hands to her nipples and encourage me to play with her
tits!
One of our favorite things to do
was to have her lean over me, smother me with those monster boobs while she
pulled my cock all the way down her throat. Then she would slither her amazing
tongue out to tickle my balls until I erupted down her gullet! It never took
long!
When she left, hours later, I
was drained dry! And I'm sure that she would have kept up if she thought that I
had anything left to give her.
She gave me a tender kiss
goodbye kiss at the door.
"I can't wait to see what
more changes might come my way! This was a great session. I'm looking forward
to the next one, honey!" And she was gone.
I haven't seen her since. I
wonder if I'll see her again. And if I do, will she have changed even more?
How?
The Accountant - Good Things Happen to a Nobody.
Being a Junior Accountant at an
obscure but well regarded college like Tennessee Institute of Technology and
Science, or T I T S has been the dream of a lifetime. And the best job I've
ever had!
Not! It's horrible!
Mind-numbing, wretched, boring and pays poorly. Ugh. But here I am. I'd quit
and go somewhere else but I don't have the experience, don't have the resume
and it's tough out there just at the moment. And I'm uncertain of myself in the
best of circumstances.
At the end of another day I
stopped at my favorite bench outside the Library and indulged in some girl
watching. Over the past months that is the one thing in my life that has
improved! I sat and watched as the co-eds ambled, sashayed and strutted by.
There was more cleavage on display than ever before. And if not cleavage, then
tight sweaters clinging to bouncing, bobbing, jiggling jugs! And I love big
tits!
As I'm sitting there I see
Melanie "Melons" Myjeski coming down the walkway. Melons, Melanie
that is, is one of the administrative assistants in my section. She's earned
her nickname in the last few months. Prior to that she was so flat chested as
to be unnoticeable. Not anymore. Some women might react poorly if their tits
suddenly doubled in size and then doubled again! Not "Melons"! She
bore her new endowments proudly, showing them off wherever she went. Tight, low
cut, whatever she wore was designed to showcase her now massive boobs. Her
waist length platinum blonde hair tumbled past her waist and shone in the
sunshine.
She ignored me as she went by. I
don't think she even knew my name.
And as I'm sitting there,
watching "Melons" parade down the sidewalk, I start to have a heart
attack!
The light dims, the sounds fade
away. I can't feel myself. And I can't move!
"Don't panic, you're
fine," says the E M T. 'He got to me fast!' I think.
"Naw, I'm not an E M T.
You're fine. No heart attack. No one will notice us here on the bench."
There is no one else on the bench! What is going on?
"My name is," the
voice made a noise that could not be formed by a human mouth. "But you can
call me The Boob God. I'm the one that has caused all the improvements that you
were just admiring! One of the Professor's here managed to resurrect me
recently and I've been doing what I can to improve the lives of the ones who
believe as I do. At one time I was a powerful force of nature. Now I'm
constrained to this, much reduced, iteration. But I can still have an effect!
And I'm going to bless you, Aloysius Robert Rodman!"
Okay, now that was scary. No one
knew my full, legal name. My license reads "Al R. Rodman.” No one, ever,
calls me Aloysius! Everyone knows me as Bob. I was forced to consider that
maybe this was real? Nah, not likely.
"I can tell you are not
believing. I'll have to prove myself. The next girl that walks by is going to
show you her tits!"
And here comes a well stacked
co-ed. Just as she draws even with me she drops her notebook. As she bends over
to pick it up her tits fall out of her low cut sweater! Unhurriedly, while
facing me, she tucks herself away and strolls off.
"Have fun, kid," says
the voice as the world around me come back into sharp focus. Somehow I know
that whatever had just happened had ended. I pulled myself together, went home
and had a good night's sleep.
Then the next day,
"Hey! Stop staring at my
girl!" I felt my chair get pulled out from under me. I managed to catch
myself from falling and turned to face Mac McIntyre. Mac was the office bully,
a mid-level manager who felt it was his job to make all around him as miserable
as possible.
I had been gazing dreamily at
the cleavage Melons, uh, Melanie, was displaying in her low-cut sweater before
he had interrupted.
As if in slow motion I watched
Mac pull his arm back to
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August 25 University of TITS: Part 4
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 4
In the Smokey Mountains of
Tennessee, there is a university dedicated to the sciences. In the time when
great benefactors like Carnegie & Vanderbilt were establishing institutions
to advance the knowledge of mankind, a private college was founded.
But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
Join us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen
their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.
Now, here’s another legend
in the series.
Chestina, the frumpy professor becomes something else!
A 10-part series, based on the posts by D D D Dave.
Listen to the ►Podcast
at Explicit Novels.

Author's
Note:
It
may be hard to believe but I do research from time to time to try to add some
reality to my stories. And one day I was looking for "Unfortunate"
names. You know, like JOhnny Cash's "A Boy Named Sue.” Well, imagine my
reaction when I discovered that way back when, Chestina was a real name! Busty
Dusty, Chesty Morgan and others took on their stage names. Back in the day,
some folks named their little girl Chestina! So I had to write a story about Chestina.
My name is Chestina Smith.
Every one calls me Tina. Tina
Smith. And I'm fine with that. The fewer people that know my legal name the better
as far as I'm concerned. My parents loved me, I'm sure, but in trying to pay
homage to some ancient fore bearer they didn't do ME any favors, I'll tell you.
And I think they knew it. They were the ones that started calling me Tina when
I was too young to remember. They never called me Chestina that I can remember.
They explained to me that one of
Mom's early relatives was one of the first people to homestead out west
somewhere. At least I didn't get her full name! That would have been too much
to bear!
Anyway, Chestina Lovebody, had
been a pioneer and my Mom was very proud of that! But since Mom was born Sally
Anne Smith, and she married Stanley Smith, she really didn't have any
comparison. And everyone called me Tina, thank God!
Anyway, to move this story along
I'll skip over the awkward childhood, the nerdy high school geek-dom and the
buried-in-the-books college years that have led up to when this tale begins.
So, I'm Tina Smith, PhD. Not
Doctor Smith. You don't call a PhD, Doctor. That's only for medical doctors.
And Tina Smith, PhD has an abiding interest in ancient cultures.
I was lucky to get a position at
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science, or T I T S. Despite the name
they are one of the foremost places of learning about ancient cultures, old
religions and lost civilizations.
As a member of the faculty I've
been active in trying to get the name changed. Or at least modified. How about
Tennessee Institute of Science and Technology? T.I.S.T,? Any acronym would be better
than T.I.T.S. So incredibly sexist! Like it comes from some stupid wank story
on the Internet. But apparently the original bequest that set up the school
insisted. Probably thought it was funny! Sexist pigs!
Anyway, things have been unusual
around here for the past six months or so. Weird stuff. The Library has been
having a series of black outs. The lights will flicker from time to time.
Maintenance says that there is nothing wrong. Nothing they can find, any way.
Another thing is that the co-eds
all seem to have changed? Morphed? They look different. They dress differently.
Act different. Talk different. Gone are the usual bib-overalls. The bulky
sweaters, the comfortable boots and such. All gone.
Now they wear heels. Stiletto
heels. Mini skirts are all the rage. The mini-er the better. And if they wear
jeans they are skin tight or short or both! With crop tops. Or sweaters and
blouses unbuttoned down to here. Or further. The other day I reprimanded a
student in one of my classes because you could see her areola and her nipples
would pop out when she bent over. Which she was doing. A lot! She wasn't
wearing a bra either. No one wears bras any more! Seeming to be past the Double
D size, her boobs, I mean breasts, were huge. And firm! They jutted straight
out from her chest like a pair of nose cones on missiles! It was unsettling. I
don't think she took me seriously. Later, after class I saw her pull some
random jock into the Maintenance Closet!
When I got there the door was
locked. But I could hear what they were doing! And what they were doing was not
something that should happen on campus. Not even here at T.I.T.S.!
But it was happening. All of the
girls on campus were dressing like bimbos. They were showing off their legs,
their toned abdomens. And their breasts! Did I mention that the average breast
size seems to have blossomed?
When I first came here there was
the usual range of boobs. Now it seems to have skewed toward the larger sizes.
In the last several weeks it's become unusual to see a set of breasts smaller
than a D-cup!
And I've noticed some odd
administrative behavior too. Some unknown got promoted to an endowed chair!
From out of nowhere! That never happens! And the staff in that office seems,
well, strange, in so many ways.
So, to sum up, I'm a
mid-thirties Professor of Ancient Cultures. I poke around in dusty old
buildings around the world and publish the interesting discoveries when I make
one. And recently the most interesting discoveries are taking place right here
on campus!
So today I got to the office and
there was a crate waiting for me. The label said it was from The Brubaker
Ancient and Comparative Religions Office. That was the newly created endowment.
And what did they have to do with me?
Well, the crate held an ancient
Artifact which apparently they had been unable to identify or learn anything
about. They wanted me to apply my expertise and let them know.
So, okay. I grab a couple of
maintenance guys and we dismantle the crate. It contains a really, really old
oddity. It was a few inches taller than my 5' 8", it looked like a mirror.
But from an age before they had developed glass because it was polished metal.
Oval in shape and made of some sort of golden colored metal. The accompanying
papers said that the material was a complete mystery. No one had been able to
figure out what it was made of. Not gold, not brass. What ever it was, it was
very highly reflective and resistant to corrosion. As old as it was the mirror
was in pristine condition. Not so for the frame and support. They were in very
bad condition. Nothing could be made out of the symbols on the frame that
surrounded the mirror. Mostly they were so worn as to be unreadable. Those that
could be made out were from some unknown language.
So, another mystery to be
examined.
By the time I had uncrated it
and red thru the material that came with it I was at the end of the work day.
So I grabbed the cloth that had been draped over the mirror and went to replace
it.
I took a moment to look in the
mirror before I did so. And I guess I was more tired than I thought because I
felt something wash over me. I staggered for a moment and then recovered. I
covered the mirror and went home.
After a great night's sleep I
was up early. As I did my ablutions I noticed that I really felt great! Even my
reflection seemed perky and upbeat. My comb passed thru my hair with out
encountering the usual tangles. I was off to the start of a great day!
Back in the office I did my
email, answered some phone calls and then got started on my most recently acquired
mystery.
Taking off the drape once more I
began a close examination of the mirror. I couldn't make out the runes or
symbols. They were too corroded and worn. The mirror, as I have mentioned, was
pristine. Not a mark on it. No mars, no smears, no scratches. No indication
that it had not been made yesterday. Let alone hundreds or thousands of years
ago.
I couldn't find a seam in the
framework. Looking at the back of the object revealed nothing. The back was the
back. Just unpolished. And without ornamentation at all.
I stepped back to take in the
whole of the item.
As I did so I felt that feeling
wash over me once more. It only lasted a moment and then I was fine. I didn't
give it a thought. At the end of the day I had gotten no further despite my
best efforts.
Two nights in a row I had a
great sleep. Showering the next morning I found that an incipient pimple had
faded over night. In fact I thought my complexion looked pretty good for a
change. Since childhood I had been what my Mom referred to as "splotchy.”
She had always said I would grow out of it. Maybe that was starting to happen
in my mid thirties. I could only hope.
The next day I got another,
smaller package from The Brubaker Ancient and Comparative Religions Office. It
contained some printed material that had been found in the same area as the
Object.
After a few hours of work I
thought I had found some symbols on the mirror's frame that might match some of
the printed materials.
Several times during the course
of the day I had stood examining the Object from a distance. Stepping back to
look at "the big picture.” Each time a swift wave of something had washed
over me. But each time it was gone as quick as it came. I made a note to see my
Doctor in case I was coming down with some thing. Despite these episodes I felt
I was starting to make some progress on the Object. Nothing major, just a
feeling of slow, persistent progress.
The next week passed without
incident. And while my complexion had cleared up and my energy level was higher
than normal I put that down to the fact that I was getting a solid eight hours
of sleep ever night. I felt great! And happy. And every once in a while, horny!
And then the next weird thing
happened.
I went to my hairdresser for my
normal two month appointment. Not weird? Wait.
So I'm sitting in the chair.
Waiting to get my roots touched up. Is mid-thirties too early to worry about
grey roots? Anyway Midge had just started when she says, "So what's going
on here, Tina?"
"Huh?"
"When did you start to dye your
roots yourself? And why red?"
Huh? What are you talking about?
I haven't been coloring my hair."
"Well your roots are coming
in red for some reason. What do you want me to do?"
"Nothing, I guess. Just
give me a trim and we will see what happens, okay?"
And that is what we did. For
some reason I didn't freak out. Normally something like this would have caused
me to have a conniption. See a doctor, whatever. But this time I just went with
the flow. I wasn't in any pain, I was just having the color of my hair changed.
And growing. In two weeks my hair grew about six inches!
At the same time that my hair
was growing it was becoming curly! That was new. And the new color was really
attractive.
I was rapidly becoming a
redhead! A particularly spectacular color of redhead! It took less time than it
should have. I had grown out to the point that I had Midge cut my hair
drastically and now I was a redhead! A horny redhead. I was masturbating every
night. I had masturbated in the past, of course but now it was more often. And
it felt really, really good! A few minutes diddling myself and I was cumming
like a howitzer! BAM!
At the same time that the hair
on my head was going from mousey brown to fabulous auburn locks the hair on the
rest of my body was vanishing. My legs were free of hair, so were my armpits.
From the neck down the only hair on my body was a small vee patch just above my
cootchie!
Some other things were also
changing. My weight was dropping. I noticed that my clothes weren't fitting
right anymore. My skirts and pants were becoming loose. My sweaters and
blouses, tighter.
I had always been pear shaped.
Big, fat ass counterbalanced by almost nothing up top. Floppy B-cuppers, 42
inch hips with a fatty 38 inch waist. No one was going to look at me with lust
in their eyes, I knew that. Dammit! I was coming to realize that I so wanted
men to look at me with lust in their eyes! In fact I sometimes dreamed of
having men, luscious, muscular men, wooing me! I hadn't had those kinds of
dreams in a long time! But now I was! Almost nightly.
And anyway, my clothes did not
fit. So I dragged myself off to Marshall's to get some new clothes. Ones that
might fit me a little better. I hadn't done any exercises or anything. But I'd
lost inches off my hips and waist.
By this time I'd sort of put two
and two together. Something about the mirror was having an effect on me. I was
looking better every week. My complexion was no longer splotchy. It was
porcelain clear. No acne, no pimples. I looked like I didn't have pores! And sort
of golden. Like I was lightly tanned without my having been in the sun at all.
But not brown. Golden!
Losing weight and going from
pear shaped to hourglass shaped. Without doing any workout. Weird, but I'm not
complaining. Just going with the flow.
And the flow keeps on coming. My
breasts have firmed up. They sit high and proud on my chest. No longer saggy,
no longer drooping. My breasts have become real life BOOBS! Not nearly as big
as most of the other girls on campus, but they are well shaped and beautiful!
And a nice handful I find out as I stand in front of the mirror at Marshall's
and cup my hands under my tits.
Below my perky handful of boobs
I have a svelte waist that leads now to a pair of hips that seem to somehow
promise wonderful things as I pace around the dressing room. Turning to look at
myself, now dressed in lingerie, I can see that I have what I have heard is
called a "bubble ass"! I don't know where it has come from but I now
possess a killer body! Sexy, slinky and magnificent in all regards! It has to
be the Object, the mirror. There is no other explanation. Every time I stood in
front of it and felt that feeling wash over me, something was changing.
Something was happening to my body.
And I liked it! Looking at
myself in the dressing room mirror I loved what I was now seeing.
And I needed clothes to match
the new me. Working with one of the salespeople I returned all the stuff I had
originally picked out. In its place I found other options.
When I had tried on some things
that I would have worn before I found problems with them. They didn't fit at
all well. It was uncomfortable, wearing them. The sweaters and blouses were too
loose, too frumpy and not nearly appropriate for the 'new' me.
I tried on tight and low cut.
They felt good! They made me look even better! And I liked the new look!
My old choices for pants and
skirts made my legs itch. Only if I wore mini-skirts and short-shorts cut high
was I comfortable. Or leggings. Even though they covered my legs completely,
they didn't itch at all! My amazing legs wanted to be shown off, I thought to
myself. And so did my breasts! That itching sensation was always there if I
didn't flash cleavage or highlight their size by wearing tight, SKIN tight,
clothes!
Paradoxically, I found that some
loose tops felt good. The ones that gaped open to reveal my breasts when I
leaned over. The kind that would allow a peek at my constantly erect nipples!
The ones that I could pull the neckline down to display my wonderful cleavage!
So, tight and sexy or loose and
sexy were my new options for clothing.
I went back to the office the
next day in my new togs. I drew admiring glances everywhere I went! Girls were
jealous. Guys were turned on! And so was I! The more looks I got the hotter I
got! It was as if my libido had been turned up to "Over Heat"!
But I wanted to see if the
changes were restricted to me. Could this mirror be the source of the strange
"sexification" of the co-eds that I had been noticing?
So I called in one of the
Graduate Assistants, Marcie. She had not yet been affected as far as I could
tell. She was a plain Jane for sure. Just a little overweight, not attractive,
drab hair, no makeup and no sexuality that I had ever observed.
"Jane, I want you to stand
in front of the mirror, here.' I instructed her.
I let her stand there for a
couple of minutes. She started to look at me quizzically, She didn't seem
affected at all. I finally just sent her back to her work while I tried to
figure out what was going on.
That night I went to one of the
local night spots. I had never been there before but it was fun! I got asked to
dance several times which was nice. It was a little disconcerting to feel my
dance partners rubbing themselves up against me. It was even more strange to
feel myself responding! I was rubbing my breasts against them. Letting my groin
move against them. feeling excited as I felt their cocks getting hard as I
teased him with my body.
I even gave one of my dance
partners a secret hand job! Right there on the dance floor! What was I thinking?
What if someone had seen me?
What I was thinking was that it
was such a turn on to tease a man so
43 min
August 24 University of TITS: Part 3
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 3
In the Smokey Mountains of
Tennessee, there is a university dedicated to the sciences. In the time when
great benefactors like Carnegie & Vanderbilt were establishing institutions
to advance the knowledge of mankind, a private college was founded.
But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
Join us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen
their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.
Now, here’s another legend
in the series.
Movie night with Chelsea and Veronica.
A 10-part series, based on the posts by D D D Dave.
Listen to the ►Podcast
at Explicit Novels.

That night we watched a movie we
had rented. Chelsea tossed a blanket over our legs to lessen the night chill.
As we watched the movie I held hands with Chelsea while Veronica kept up her
attention to my groin. Veronica snaked her hand into my lap. It was nerve
racking. No matter what I did Veronica's hand would slip back into my lap and
tease my hard on! If Chelsea glanced down she would be able to see what was
going on!
At one point I excused my self
and went to the bath room. I had to wait a couple of minutes until my cock
softened enough that I was able to take a piss. When I walked out Ronnie was
waiting for me in the hallway. She slipped in front of me, put her hands in my
front pockets and pulled me to her. She dragged her tits across my chest and
pushed her pelvis against my thigh.
"Um, I like the feel of my
boobs rubbing against you," she told me with a wicked gleam in her eye.
"When I'm not wearing a bra, like now, it feels so good against my
nipples!" She slipped her arm into mine and walked me back to our seats.
"Look who I found,"
she announced as she pushed me down to sit between the sisters.
"Um, yeah," responded
Chelsea who was focused on the movie. Ronnie's hand stayed in my lap almost all
night.
That night I had a hard on as I
got into bed but Chelsea wasn't interested. As I lay there I have to admit I
thought of seeing if Veronica was still up. But I rolled over and went to
sleep.
Over the next couple of days
Veronica continued to tease me. Flashing her boobs every chance she got.
Showing off her cleavage with low cut blouses. Wearing tighter sweaters that
showcased her tits! And groping me every chance she got. If we passed in the
hall she would push her tits out and make sure to rub them against me as we
passed. Some times she would stand behind Chelsea and pull her blouse up over
her bra so I could see her big tits. Most of her bras were low cut and showed
off her cleavage.
Other time she would just cup
her tits in her hands and show how big her tits were. And they were BIG! She
wobbled them back and forth, grinning at me while showing off her figure.
I made sure to not be home alone
with Veronica. It didn't really help. She constantly flirted with me. Always
standing in ways that showed off her figure. Arching her back, letting her big
tits jut out. Swinging her torso from side to side so her titties shivered and
shook in front of her! Cupping her hands under those huge tits, plumping them
for me, showing me how large and firm they were.
She would stand where Chelsea
couldn't see her and pull her top up over her tits to show how they were
overwhelming her bra. Or she would not have a bra on and she would stand there,
topless, letting me stare at her boobies! I thought they seemed to be getting
bigger and bigger.
It wasn't my imagination. One
afternoon in the kitchen Veronica pushed herself up against me. Grabbing my ass
in both hands she made a production of massaging her titties against me.
"I had to buy another bra this morning," she announced. "I wear
a Double-F cup bra now. I love my bigger boobs."
"I can't believe it,"
she continued. "When I started working at the college I was a shy,
introverted, over weight, out of shape frumpy old woman. I had no interest in
sex. Now I'm fit, toned, and big breasted . And my boobs are getting bigger,
too! I love the attention they draw and the attention they get from my lovers!
"And that's the other
thing!" she went on, "I was disinterested in sex before. Now I spend
a lot of my time prowling the library looking for guys to fuck! I seem to have
a sixth sense. I can look at a guy and tell what he likes. And somehow I know
exactly how to do all sorts of things. I'd never had sex until I started at the
Library. But all the guys say I'm really, Rally, good at it! I can make a guy
cum in only a few minutes if I give him a hand job. And I enjoy making them
cum. They have no control. It's all me! But it's not jus hand jobs! It's
sucking and fucking! I love to get guys all hard for me, teasing them with my
titties and then swallowing their cocks.
I love giving blow jobs! And I'm
really, really good at it! For one thing, I don't have a gag reflex so I can
swallow a cock all the way down. I like doing it and I know that the guys love
it too! It makes them cum so hard and so fast when I swallow them whole and
then look into their eyes while they dump their cum into my mouth and throat!
God, I love that! I love the feel of their cum. How it slides down my throat.
How it feels in my mouth. How it tastes! And I love the look on their faces
when they cum. When they realize that I have complete control of them. I can
make them cum so fast! Or I can make them wait until I'm ready to drink them
down!" She was stroking my hard on while she was talking. Getting me
harder and harder.
"Have you ever had a deep
throat blow job?" she asked before licking her lips salaciously. "I
love having a cock down my throat while some lucky guy pumps his cum into
me!"
"I'll show you," she
declared as she sank to her knees. In seconds she had my pants down to my knees
and my steel-like shaft buried in her throat. As promised, she was gazing up
into my eyes. I could tell she was smiling as her lips twitched around my shaft
and her tongue rubbed the thick tube on the bottom of my shaft. Her mouth
opened even further. She pushed her tongue out to lick the front of my ball
sack. God! It felt amazing! In seconds I grabbed her head and held her in place
while I emptied my balls into her eager mouth. She never missed a drop! What a
cock sucker!
Just as she was licking her lips
of any leftover cum I heard a key in the door. Quick as a flash Ronnie was on
her feet and she stood between the door and me while I pulled my pants up and tried
to appear innocent.
Chelsea came in and announced
that there were groceries in the car and would I mind bringing them in.
As Chelsea turned into the
living room Veronica turned to me.
"I want this to be
mine!" she announced as she grabbed my crotch. My cock was, despite having
just been emptied and the close call, still mostly hard. Smirking at me, Ronnie
blew me a kiss and licked her lips. "I'm going to do all I can to make you
mine. You are wasted on Chelsea. She doesn't know how to treat a man like you!
She can't HANDLE a man like you. Not like I can! And I'll prove it!" She
was gently fondling my cock as she spoke. She took a moment to pull her
shoulders back and show off her amazingly well developed figure. "Just
look at me! Double-F! I'm more of a woman than Chelsea could ever be. And I
don't think it's over yet, either! You're going to be mine, all mine,
darling!"
I admit I loved the blow job,
but Veronica was freaking me out. Her attitude was completely different.
Prowling the library looking for fuck partners? Enjoying giving blow jobs? Way
different for her. And her looks were changing. Not just the boob growth, which
continued. Her lips seemed fuller and more, I don't know, pillowy? Anyway, she
was no longer a frumpy Librarian. She had become a sultry looking vixen. Her
hair, now that she was letting it out, was getting longer and seemed to be
changing color, getting reddish highlights.
Chelsea was noticing the change
too. And not really approving. In one conversation with me she actually said the
Ronnie was looking slutty! Which was a little harsh I thought. Was she getting
jealous of Veronica?
One night Veronica pranced into
the living room where I was reading a magazine. The TV was droning in the
corner but I wasn't paying any attention. Particularly when Ronnie showed up in
a skin tight blouse and mini skirt that really showed off her figure. She had
been continuing to expand, her tits seemed to be the size of volleyballs now.
There was no way to disguise her voluptuous figure. And she didn't try. Instead
she reveled in showing off how curvy she was becoming. Every day she found
another way to flaunt her body. Her legs, her hips and, always, every day, she
would show off her big tits. Tits that were getting bigger and bigger!
Ronnie sat down across from me
on the sofa. At first she didn't say anything. She waited until I looked up and
then she gave me a little smile. "Hello, Darren. How are you?"
"Fine" I replied, as
always a little wary of what might be coming.
"I bought this blouse a few
weeks ago. I really like the color," she announced. She looked down at the
blouse. It was a light blue color and buttoned up to a v-neckline. A hint of
her cleavage could be seen. "But I'm afraid I may have to replace it soon.
It's a little too small now."
Slowly she raised her eyes to
mine. She locked gazes with me.She smirked broadly as she sat up straighter.
Still looking me in the eyes she slowly pulled her shoulders back. Stress lines
leapt into being across the front of the blouse. Gaps appeared between the
buttons as she flexed to stress the blouse even more. "Yes, I'm afraid I'm
going to have to replace it," she repeated. Smiling she looked down at her
chest. She slowly inhaled and expanded her bosom. First one and then another
and then another button gave up and were launched across the room. One landed
in my lap!Right on top of my newly sprung hard on!
The blouse was open to the
waist. Exposed was a lovely, much over-burdened bra. Breathe-taking creamy
cleavage was on display as Veronica slowly stood up and stalked toward me. Her
hips swiveled and those enormous cans flexed up and down with each step.
Stopping a step in front of me,
hands on hips, she bent over at the waist, bringing her gigantic chest right in
front of my staring eyes. No way was I able to look away. She was the biggest
breasted tease I'd ever imagined!
"I will have to replace
this blouse, Darren. And I'm afraid my 34 Double H bra is too small for me now,
too!" Slowly she shimmied her torso allowing those huge titties to bounce
and quiver. "See how I'm over filling these cups?" She ran her finger
along the bra line pointing out how her massive breasts were spilling out over
the top of the cups. "And my big titties are trying to escape here,
too," She drew my attention to where there were small folds of flesh being
squeezed out from under the bra's underwire.
"It's only a couple of
weeks old and already it's just too small to be comfortable. I'll have to order
a few new, larger bras since I've outgrown this 34-HH bra." There was more
pride than sorrow in her voice.
"What do you think, Darren?
Am I getting too big?" Smiling down at me she used one hand to draw me
into the cavernous gap between her breasts. With the other she mashed her
titanic breast against the side of my face. I'm sure that if anyone had been
watching it would have seemed as if my entire head had vanished! So big! So
DAMN BIG!
It was too much for me. She was
too much for me. Her enormous chest was just too much for me to try to resist
any more. I brought my hands up and crushed her breasts against me. I licked
and sucked as much of her flesh as I could manage to reach. Shaking my head
side to side I motor boated her bloated bosoms while she giggled and laughed.
She enjoyed all the attention
that I was lavishing upon her. I was now running my tongue along the over flow
of her boobs above the bra. Ronnie reached into the giant left bra cup and,
with some effort, extracted her purely enormous breast. Like a ravenous beast I
latched onto her nipple and chewed, sucked and licked that nubbin until it was
rock hard and as big as a large thimble.
Veronica continued to gasp and
moan in pleasure as she drew out the matching breast for my attention. Her
hands were clasping me to her chest while her fingers were twined in my hair.
She didn't have to hold me in place. I had no intention of going any where!
While I remained fixated on
attending to Veronica's breasts and nipples she reached out and began to caress
my hard-on thru my pants. She lowered my zipper and managed to get my throbbing
cock out into the open where she could stroke it. Using long, languid movements
she drew my cock to it's full length. She was licking her lips in excitement as
she felt it grow longer and stiffer in her grip.
"Oh, I've waited long
enough. Let me at it!" she cried as she pushed me back onto the sofa. In a
flash she was undoing my buckle and pulling my pants down past my knees. As I
kicked them off she yanked off my underpants and grasped my cock with both
hands.
"Oh, My, God!" she
exclaimed. "It's bigger than I remember, so hard and long! I just love
it!" She swooped down and started licking and sucking on my now fully
stiff cock. Her tongue flashed out to run up and down the shaft. Then she
circled my cock head with her tongue before she took the head into her mouth,
With loud slurping sounds she
began to suckle on the head while still stroking with both hands! Her tongue
was lashing my cock head, encouraging the flow of pre-cum. She sucked it all up
as fast as she could. After a few moment she began to push her mouth down my
shaft. First the head and then an inch or two was brought into the liquid
warmth of her mouth. Then several more inches, until my cock was hitting the
back of her mouth. With out any noticeable difficulty she pushed her self
forward allowing my cock to force it's way down her throat. It was an exquisite
feeling!
Up and down she went, slow and
then fast she went. Finally she pulled herself away and sat up. Looking me in
the eyes while licking her lips of any fluid that she hadn't caught she made
sure to show me how much she enjoyed cleaning up after herself.
"I think you will love
this," she cooed. Smiling at me she made a production of pulling her
titties free of the bra and blouse. She tucked them under her boobs. Grasping a
nipple in each hand she trapped my cock between her tits.
"I love giving
tit-fucks," she informed me. "I'd never even thought of it until
recently. And the bigger my tits have gotten the better I have gotten at doing
it! Tell me you don't love this," she dared.
Slowly she began to work. She
rose and fell. Forcing her tits up and down my hard shaft. Keeping the rhythm
she began to make little circles with her hands which resulted in pulsing
pressure against my rock hard cock. It felt amazing!
Pausing from time to time she
would extend her tongue to lick up the precum that was oozing from my cock
head. Then she would return to her task, forcing her huge breasts up and down
my cock. Then she would press down hard on her pillows which exposed several
inches of hard cock. Her head would swan down and she would pull every inch she
could reach into her mouth. Her face disappeared from sight as she took me
deeper and deeper.
Gasping for breath she rose
again to continue the magnificent tit fuck she was administering. "Like
that, Stud? Am I giving you a great tit fuck, or what?"
"The best, Ronnie, the
best! So skillful! So good," I groaned.
Still smiling at me she made a
production of squirming out of her blouse and bra. I watched, enthralled, as
her huge hooters moved and bounced in reaction to her movements. She then stood
up and stripped out of her skirt. She didn't have panties on so I could see at
once that she was dripping excitement down her thighs.
"Now, honey," she
purred. "Now, at last. I want to see what this is going to feel
like." She lay down on the couch, spread her legs and motioned for me to
climb on.
Without a word I slid between
her thighs. My hands were drawn at once to those giant pillows that were
shifting from side to side on her chest. My hands were too small to coral the
massive mounds of breast flesh. But it was a lot of fun to try!
She grabbed my cock and pulled
the head to her cunt lips. Licking her lips she grinned up at me.
"Now! Push it in now! I
need to feel what this huge cock feel like as it slides into me!" Her hips
were moving from side to side, mashing my cock head against her cunt.
I leaned into her, making my
cockhead push into her.
"OH!, Oh, Oh, Oh, that is
So big," she moaned in response. "So big, you're cock is stretching
my cunt lips! It feels so fucking good! More, you big cocked fucker, slide more
into me!"
Following her orders I pushed
more and more of myself into her hot, wet, pulsing cunt! It was an amazing
feeling. Her hips were moving, side to side and back and forth. We were fucking
in tandem. as if we had practiced for months! God, I was having an amazing
fuck! The best fuck I could remember. With my girlfriends's giant breasted
sister!
Soon enough I was pushing all
the way into her cunt! Unlike Chelsea she wasn't objecting to getting
deep-cocked. She loved it! She was banging her heels on my ass. Pulling on me
with both hands as she groaned and moaned, pleading for more and more. Harder
and harder, as hard as I was banging her she was asking for more and more.
37 min
August 23 University of TITS: Part 2
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 2
In the Smokey Mountains of
Tennessee, there is a university dedicated to the sciences. In the time when
great benefactors like Carnegie & Vanderbilt were establishing institutions
to advance the knowledge of mankind, a private college was founded.
But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
Join us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen
their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.
Now, here’s another legend
in the series.
Mrs. Anderson, That Mountain of a Woman.
A 10-part series, based on the posts by D D D Dave.
Listen to the ►Podcast
at Explicit Novels.

After the Brubakers had left The
Presence had visited again.
"You did a great job,
Sport! Really proved my point! Thanks, but the bad news is you can't keep that
oversized sex stick! Besides, no human woman could handle it!"
But don't worry, I've got a
great bonus lined up for you!"
I had argued with It and we
finally agreed that I would be able to keep some of the enlargement.
So I was now hauling a foot long
erection in my pants! And thick as my wrist as well! The women went wild for
it, as you might imagine. And thanks to the intervention of The Presence, even
the women that I had been with earlier seemed to remember this new appendage as
being my normal cock.
I was just getting used to
having such a massive prick when I wandered in to the office several weeks
later.
"I understand that you are
interviewing for the new position to be your assistant." Mrs Anderson
looked at me over her reading glasses. "I would like a chance to
interview. I've been with the Institute for years and I think I deserve the
opportunity to at least interview." That last was said half defensively
and half pleadingly. I had just been appointed the "Brubaker Professor of
Comparative Blah blah blah.” Or something like that.
Mr. Brubaker had been so pleased
with the way his trophy wife had become more tractable after the fucking I'd
given her that he had decided to endow the chair as long as I was appointed to
the position. Which the Dean had been happy to do. Even congratulated me on my
"Excellent Interaction with our Alumni!"
The endowment came with funding
for an office, staff, expenses and the promise of several supervisory visits
each year from Mrs. Brubaker!
And now I was starting the process
of interviewing for office staff. I could hire one full time and three part
timers/interns. I was really looking forward to the "interview"
process. I had a couple of really major attributes I was looking for in all of
the positions. Heh heh heh!
Mrs. Anderson had been the
Department Secretary as long as I had been here. No one noticed her. No one
ever saw her outside of the office. Hell, no one had ever seen her anywhere
other than at her desk!
All anyone could say about her
was that Mrs. Anderson was a mountain of a woman. She must have weighed in the
250 to 300 range. Probably more. And it was not a somewhat over weight, pudgy
range. Mrs. Anderson had multiple chins and rolls of fat everywhere that you
could see as she sat behind her desk. Her hands were almost swallowed by her
wrists. Her upper arms were the size of whole hams and jiggled while she typed.
Hell she jiggled when she sat still. And, again, not in a way that was cute or
enticing. Frankly, I tried to not look at her too often. It was up setting.
Although, now that she had drawn
my attention I noticed that she didn't appear to be quite as obese as usual.
Really hard to tell under the tent like muumuu that she was wearing.
Nonetheless, I had no interest in talking with her. I was looking forward to
"Interviewing" as many buxom, tight, toned, bra-busting college
co-eds as I could before hiring an assistant. It was one of the major perks to
the new position. I was hoping to do it year after year, too!
But I knew that I had to at
least grant Mrs. Anderson an interview or she could cause a stink.
"That's fine, Mrs.
Anderson. Would you like to come by this afternoon or would tomorrow suit you
better?"
"Tomorrow will be fine, and
thank you," she replied.
The next morning there was a
knock on the door and Mrs. Anderson entered. But this was not the mountain of a
woman that I had expected. It was Mrs. Anderson, but not as I had ever seen
her! No pants suit. No muumuu No billowing scarf to obscure her upper body.
As she approached I looked her
over.
She was wearing sky high heeled
boots that laced up to just under her knees. The slit in her skirt reached
almost to her hips. As she strode into the office that slit parted to show dark
stockings which I could see were attached to garters. She wore a double
breasted jacket over a white turtle neck. Her body pushed the jacket far out
from her body. The hem of her jacket was over a foot from her body where it
hung at her hips. Her boobs had to be huge to make that jacket hang like it
did. My interest was piqued! Piqued? HELL, my boob radar was ringing alarm
bells!
She endured my examination with
equanimity as she settled into her chair. In fact I thought I saw a hint of
pride on her face as I tried to reconcile her current appearance with the
mountain of a woman that I had ignored for so long.
"Excuse me for saying this
but you seem to have changed quite a bit, Mrs. Anderson." My voice
quavered just a bit. She looked totally different!
"Yes, I know. I started
doing Pilates."
"Oh? How long have you been
exercising?"
"Almost three weeks,"
she replied.
"Three weeks?" I was
incredulous. Three weeks and she had gone from a mountain of blubber to, well,
I wasn't sure what she had become. But she was no longer a mountain of blubber!
Whatever was going on on campus seemed to affect different people in different
ways. But the overall result was gigantic breasts and a certain, um, freedom of
attitude.
She continued. "I have not
lost much weight but I've been transformed, nonetheless; Physically, mentally,
and emotionally. I've left my husband. He couldn't cope with how I was
changing. I feel like a caterpillar that has metamorphosed into a
butterfly!" She threw her long reddish hair back over her shoulder.
"That's an apt
analogy," I commented. "You have certainly changed your look."
"It's not just my looks
that have changed," she replied. "I find that my entire outlook has
changed. I enjoy the glances from others. I enjoy watching people that see me
and their reactions."
"I've seen the list of the
people that you intend to interview." How had she done that? The list was
supposed to be confidential and only on my computer. "I know the sort of
things that you are looking for in the applicants. I'm so much more qualified
than you can imagine!" Her voice was filled with certainty.
"Let me show you what I
mean" she was rising from the chair as she spoke.
She dropped the blazer to the
floor as she rounded the desk. It seemed that the blazer had been containing
her mountainous breasts. I had never seen anything like them!
Her sweater was not low cut,
revealing almost nothing. But it bulged alarmingly. The ribbing was stretched
to the limits. And the threads of the turtleneck were pulled taut trying to
contain her Herculean boobs. Her breasts swung in front of her. They stretched
out over two feet from her chest! Maybe more! I hoped to be able to measure
them to be sure. I could tell that there was some sort of a bra under that
stressed out sweater. But it was clearly inadequate. There were hillocks of
flesh evident where she bulged out of the bra above and below. And to each
side! Her bra was obviously failing to keep control of her inordinate
amplitude.
Those massive torpedoes were
much wider than her rib cage, pointy and super big, I didn't think she could
reach her nipples, they stuck so far in front of her.
Her skirt dropped away as she
joined me on my side of the desk. Those gargantuan breasts almost reached my
face while she was still a step or two away.
I could peek below her bosom to
see her legs in leather boots, stockings and garters. Those garters framed a
minuscule black leather thong before disappearing under her bosom.
Moving languidly, she slid her
arms out of the sleeves and, with some effort, pulled it up over the protrusion
of her massive bosom and over her head.
After a slight pause she drew
her shoulders back, forcing her tits to rise and project even closer to me. The
sweater slid to the floor. Now I could see her undergarments. A black
leather-like bustier and matching bra. A bra of immensely titanic proportions.
The bustier drew her waist in to a shocking degree.
Her bra, even as large as it
seemed, was over whelmed by the size of her massive boobs. Those titanic mounds
rose up out of the support of the bra, over flowing to the sides and rising
until the upper curves almost reached her shoulders. Extra flesh was trying to
escape to the sides and bottoms of her stretched out cups.
This was the body of a top heavy
seductress who demanded the most from her mates. And the hair with its reddish
highlights and her make up only emphasized this. Smoky eye shadow, brilliant
red lip stick, pendant ear rings that sparkled in the light just brushed her
shoulders as she prowled toward me. I was spell bound in my chair.
She swiveled my chair so that I
was facing away from her. I heard soft slithering sounds of fabric, a few soft
grunts and then nothing. I could sense her moving behind me.
As I sat in anticipation I felt
a weight descend on my head. She was resting a boob on my head! I was enjoying
the feeling when the heavy softness slowly began to slide downward. She was now
resting both boobs on top of me. They slowly flowed downward, covering more and
more of my cranium.
As I watched I saw them
descending in front of me. They reached ahead of me farther than I could estimate.
She was allowing her breasts to
encase my head. Now over my ears, her breasts continued downward. In seconds
they were resting on my shoulders! At the same time I felt her push inward with
both hands and forearms on each side. The opening between her breasts in front
of me closed, blocking out all light and most of the air. I could still feel
her breasts on top of my head and resting on my shoulders as she began to
rhythmically flex and manipulate these totally gigantic titties. I wondered if
my head was even visible? Again and again she squeezed, released, pushed and
pulled. She would lift those gigantic gourds and allow them to once again fall
onto my shoulders while twisting and moving behind me. The pressure changed as
she worked. It was one of the most erotic feelings I had ever experienced.
I had had titty-fucks in the
weeks and months since I had encountered The Presence. But this was the first
time my head had been titty-fucked! Mrs. Anderson was titty-fucking my entire
head!
She slowly removed her
incredible immensities and started to slide around in front of me, dragging
those oversized ovoids against me as she went.
"My ex-husband used to
enjoy that, until he couldn't keep up with me and left. I love doing it. I love
feeling someone between my titties. I love knowing that they have never had a
similar experience. There aren't many women as well equipped as I am now. I had
to make this bra myself, you know. No one carries anything near my size and it
costs hundreds of dollars to have one custom made for me." I couldn't tell
if she was complaining or bragging.
She leaned toward me. Her
breasts, still resting on my shoulders almost blocked her but she managed to
force herself deep between them so that she could run her tongue up the side of
my face before she began to kiss me. Her lips were plush, warm and soft. That
sexy tongue demanded entrance to my mouth and then she gave me the hottest,
scorching kiss I had ever had. She was licking, moaning, panting and mewling
with pleasure as she continued to press her lips to mine.
She was pulling herself to me,
her body pressing against me while we kissed passionately.
"To think I used to sit at
my desk and feel sorry for myself. Always being jealous of those skinny skanks
with those puny double D cups! Hah! But now look at me!" Her voice was
demanding as she pulled her self away from me so that I could take in the
amazing vista that was the new Mrs. Anderson.
"Pilates has been amazing!
Look how big my tits are now! If I had known I would have started a long time
ago." Somehow, I thought that there was more to it than just Pilates. I
suspected The Presence had something to do with it. She had changed from a
grotesque mountain of a woman into, into, well, into what I was gazing at in
front of me.
It was a staggering sight and I
realized that at some point I had reached full erection. It was uncomfortable!
As I reached to adjust myself Mrs. Anderson smirked as she recognized my
situation.
"Oh, you like what you see?
Don't you? You like what my amazing body has become, don't you?" She knew
that was the truth. "I'm still getting used to it. But I love it. I love
how men stare in disbelief at how busty I have become. I love how they stare.
Even if I don't try to show off, they still stare.
"And they get boners. Just like
you have now. Come on, show me. Show me how you got horny feeling my boobs
around you. How you got a big old stiffie from looking at me. Come on,"
she urged, "show me!"
So I unzipped and reached in.
Pulling out my cock, I showed her how her amazing body had affected me.
"Oh, it's so pretty!"
she gushed. "And so big! I had no idea you would have such a large cock!
It's gorgeous!" She took to her knees next to me and started stroking my
cock with her left hand. "So, so hard. So smooth, so pretty,' she cooed
again.
She leaned over and ran her lips
up and down the shaft, mewling in pleasure as she worked.
"If I had more time I'd
show you how well I can suck a cock, but I don't want to wait. I want to feel
this pretty, pretty cock in my poor, neglected cunt."
With some difficulty she stood
up and turned toward the office desk.
"Sometimes I have trouble
with these gigantically massive, oversized melons," she half apologized
and half bragged. "I have no idea how much they weigh but I still weigh
over 240 pounds as I've changed so they must weight a Lot!"
With a grunt of effort she
hoisted both gigantic tits onto the desk and leaned over to present me with her
surprisingly svelte ass.
I didn't need anymore encouragement.
I dropped my pants to my ankles and moved behind her. I knew that she didn't
need any preparation but I took a moment to slide my fingers up and down her
dripping wet cunt lips. I smoothed that fluid onto my cock head and eased
myself into her.
"Oh, yes, yes Yes!"
she howled as her cunt was pushed out of shape! "I love it! It's even
better than I hoped! It Feels So Fucking Good!" She started pushing back
against me. Within a few moments my pelvis was pounding against her ass cheeks.
Faster and faster we went. Harder and harder we pushed against each other. She
was taking every bit of my hefty, foot long cock with each stroke and loving
it!
"More, more," she
moaned as she leaned forward as far as her tits would allow her. She smiled
back at me over her shoulder. "Give me all of it! I need it all, I have to
have it. You're a great fuck, and I want you to do me as long and as hard as
you can!" She turned back to face forward but her hands reached back to
try to pull me to her even harder.
Acting in the spirit of the
moment I leaned over her back and reached out to hold onto her boobs. It was
impossible! I couldn't reach her nipples, they were too far away. I couldn't
get a grip on her tits, they were too big, to solid for me to get any purchase.
I had to settle for running my hands over the acres of tit flesh that was in
reach. As I pounded her I felt her cunt start to clasp and spasm.
Mrs. Anderson wailed in ecstasy.
"I'm cumming, cumming cumming on your beautiful giant cock. I'm cumming, I
love it. I fucking Love it!"
I grabbed her shoulders to hold
on and fed her long slow strokes until she got her breath back. Then I picked
up the pace again.
Within a few minutes she was
going thru another cunt rattling orgasm. Crying out in pleasure she made sure
that I knew how much she was enjoying what we were doing.
I slowed down again to let her
catch her breath. She looked over her shoulder.
"Don't stop, don't stop!
Make me cum again. Pound my cunt until you cum. I want to feel you spurt up my
cunt, I want to feel you cum in me!"
I was looking at her, watching
the light in her
55 min
August 22 University of TITS: Part 1
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 1
In the Smokey Mountains of
Tennessee, there is a university dedicated to the sciences. In the time when
great benefactors like Carnegie & Vanderbilt were establishing institutions
to advance the knowledge of mankind, a private college was founded.
But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
Join us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen
their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.
Now, here’s another legend
in the series.
Unexpected summoning leads to erotic adventures.
A 10-part series, based on the posts by D D D Dave.
Listen to the ► Podcast
at Explicit Novels.

The day I met God, started off
the same as so many others. I stopped in the Department Office, picked up my
mail and said hello to Mrs. Anderson the Department Secretary. Headed to my
office. Just like every other day.
I'm an Adjunct Professor at
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science, or T I T S. Adjunct is pretty
far down the totem of academia. But I was hoping to get a full time job. My
area of expertise is Ancient and Comparative Religions. Exciting, right?
One of the few perks for an AP
is that I get an assigned cubicle in the Library. I call it my office. There
isn't a door so anyone going by can see I'm working. But it's mine, all mine.
It's quiet, I can nap or read or
prepare for classes without being disturbed. And that's where I spend most of
my time when I am not teaching a class.
I'd just settled in when Jillian
came by. She's one of the Assistant Librarians. And if you think Adjunct
Professor in unimportant, well, Assistant Librarians makes us look like rock
stars!
I'm sure that you've seen
Jillian. You may not have noticed her but you've seen her. Jillian is every
cliche of a Librarian. Stick thin. Drab hair pulled into a messy knot at the
back of her head. Skirt to mid calf and billowing around her as she moves.
White blouse under a half buttoned cardigan. Dish water blue eyes. Behind thick
glasses, of course.
Without acknowledging me she
dropped a small pile of books on my desk and left. By the time I realized that
one of books were not meant for me it was too late and she was out of sight.
"Crap" I muttered to
myself. I would have to get the book back to the front desk. Oh well.
The book was an old one. Bound
in leather of some sort. The cover had an embossed profile of a woman. She was
very obviously female. Her profile looked like a upper case P. Yeah, just like
that: P.
Look; I'm a boob man. Always
have and always will be. So the cover was interesting and I opened it up to see
what it was about.
What it was about was about a
long time ago. It was not written in any script I'd ever seen. A little like
ancient Hebrew. Or older. But for some reason it seems to make sense to me.
Almost like I could hear it in my head as I'm looking at it.
It seemed to be a collection of
prayers or entreatments. It was only about 50 pages long. By the time I get to
the last couple of pages my mouth is moving in sync with the sounds in my head.
I'm mumbling under my breath as I find parts that I can sort of read when
someone asks me what I want.
"What is it that you seek,
young man?" the voice asked.
"Huh?" I had thought I
was alone. I looked around, there was no one there.
"I asked what is it that
you seek, Sirrah." Sirrah? I still didn't see anyone.
"Wha,” I never was the
quickest guy around. "Who's there?"
"God! You summoned Me! Get
to the point." I heard frustration in the voice now.
I summoned? Me?
"Um, I don't know what
you're talking about and I still can't see you!" There's that quick witted
response I was so famous for.
"You red from the book. You
summoned me. What is it that you seek?" The lights flickered and went out.
"There was a time I could
have darkened the Sun!" The voice said. It sounded peeved. "How many
years have passed?"
"Um, I have no idea?"
I ventured.
"Let me explore." I
got the feeling of being alone but only for a few moments. Then the Presence
was back.
"Alright. I'm up to date. Here's
the 411. You have summoned me from a rest of more generations than you could
conceive. In the time of Ago there were many like me. Now, most of us are gone.
Lack of followers I suppose. They left for other realms, other, you would call
them, dimensions.
"But there are still some
that continue to worship as they did in the past. In that time Ago you would
have been an Acolyte or Priest of mine instead of studying other more recent
iterations.
"You do however, still
revere the tenants that were the basis of my worshipers."
"Um," I broke into the
monologue. "Exactly what was it that you worshiped?" It seemed
unlikely but everything I was hearing seemed to have a ring of truth to it.
"Look inward, sonny boy!
What is it that You worship?"
"Guh, you mean,” my voice
died away in a gurgle. Was the voice suggesting what I thought?
"Boobs!" the voice boomed. "TItS, BREASTS, Juggs of the jumbo
size! You adore, admire, love and worships big tits! The bigger, the
better!"
"Well," I temporized,
"I wouldn't say,”
"I damn well would, kid! I
can see right thru you, you know! I can see what lurks under that veneer of
sophistication. And I can see how you have been and how you have wished and
hoped to be!
"Well, this is your lucky
day! I may not be able to darken the Sun any longer, apparently that's bad for
the climate, but I can sure as Hell make one of my last Acolytes get some
satisfaction! So, here's the deal, bucko! You are going to have a lot of fun!
Your desires will be met. You needs will be satisfied. Your thirsts will be
slaked! You will achieve those things that you have hoped for without knowing.
"Your life is about to
become magical! I'll be back to check on you in a while.
"Have fun, sport!" The
voice stopped and the Presence seemed to fade away. The lights flickered back
on.
I looked around. No one was with
in sight. I was all alone.
When I went to the front desk no
one had noticed the power failure. And the book, when I handed it back across
the desk, no longer had the embossed profile of an impossibly busty woman on
it.
"Working too hard," I
decided. I headed home, showered and slept.
A week later I noticed that my
pants were looser. I'd lost five pounds in a week.
Otherwise, nothing happened. I
still looked at the coeds at Tennessee Institute for Technology and Science. I
prowled the Internet for busty porn. And I dreamed of the day I could hook up
with some woman with a magnificent set of badonkadonks. I lost another three
pounds. I found that I was able to climb the five flights of stairs to my
cubicle with out getting short of breath.
The Presence may have been right
about my interest in the fair sex with the large mounds on their chests. But
the reality had always been that I had admired from afar. The one memorable
event I had had was a brief dalliance with a girl in High School. She'd sported
a larger than average pair. But, as I had found out, most of it was cotton, not
flesh. She padded her bras. It was enough to make a grown man cry, let alone a
virginal eighteen year old. Since then I'd had a few experiences but none over
a 'C' cup. Most of the time I couldn't even muster the courage to approach a
well-constructed woman. The larger the bust the more inarticulate I became.
A few weeks after what I had
begun to think of as 'my delusion' Mrs. Anderson smiled at me when I picked up
my mail. Mrs. Anderson had never smiled at me before.
In fact, thinking back on it, I
realized that several young ladies had smiled at me recently.
I had almost recovered from that
surprise when it happened again. When Jillian stopped by my cubicle with a
couple of books I'd requested she said "Hi."
Another break from the usual.
She actually said hello and looked at me for a moment. But just a moment and
then she was gone again.
In the next week over a dozen
ladies smiled at me as I passed. And one of the baristas where I got my coffee
asked me if I "liked it hot?"
She was flirting with me! That
had never happened before.
Slowly it sank into my brain
that things were some how different. Two things finally penetrated my
fossilized brain: One, I was seeing a lot more cleavage, tight sweaters, and
blouses that strained to cover bountiful bosoms. Along with shorts and tight
skirts. All the girls on campus were showing off more and more. I put it down
to the advent of Spring. And Two, I gained some weight in the crotch. I'd never
been what you might call "hung.” But I seemed to have gained some heft. I
was at least an inch longer and a bit thicker than before. More of the promises
made by The Presence?
Then Alice, another Assistant
Librarian, stepped into my cubicle.
"I need a hand. Can you
help?" I agreed and we walked down the hall to the storage closet. She had
lost some files and thought that they may have fallen behind some cabinets.
Sure enough, I was just tall
enough to dig them out from where they had landed.
"Oh, goodie! You found
them! I thought that they were lost for sure!" Alice was bouncing in
excitement. Her cable knit cardigan rose and fell loosely with her movement.
"Glad to help" I
answered. As I turned to put the folders onto the desk she flung her arms
around me and hugged herself to me.
"Umm," I was
surprised. She had never even touched me before. Now here I was, able to feel
her body against mine. Able to feel her thighs, her crotch rubbing mine. I was able
to feel her surprisingly full breasts as they pressed against my torso. It had
the expected effect. I could feel my cock starting to get hard. I could feel
the swelling begin as the shaft straightened out and began to stiffen in my
pants.
She could feel it as well.
Instead of moving away from me she pulled herself tighter against me.
"Umm, I never noticed how
cute you are," she breathed, looking into my eyes. "How did I never
notice you before?"
"Umm," Her eyes were
locked on mine as she lifted herself up to kiss me. On auto pilot, I responded
in kind as we locked lips briefly. Her tongue darted out to caress my lips as
she pulled away.
"And how could I have not
seen this?" her voice rose in pitch as she cupped my crotch in her right
hand. "You have a nice cock, don't you? A really nice cock!' She glanced
up. "I like cocks, you know."
She licked her lips while
caressing my still growing shaft. She sighed as she laid her head against my
chest. Her breasts were rising and falling with her breath as her excitement
grew.
"I can't wait to see
this!" she exclaimed. She pulled back and was on her knees before I could
react.
"Now you just stand still
while I assess the situation. This won't take long," she assured me.
Deftly she unfastened my belt,
pulled my pants to my ankles and yanked my shorts down. My half hard cock
bounced out into the open and hung in front of her stunned expression.
"Jesus! This is a nice
cock," she yelped. "So nice!"
"This is the nicest fucking
cock I've ever seen! How have you been able to keep this under wraps so
long?" I'd never heard her swear before. She was always so demure. She was
staring up at me while both hands were running up and down my cock. She didn't
seem so demure now!
"Urgh,” It was all I could
say as I felt her lips caress the tip of my rapidly stiffening cock.
Her tongue flashed out.
Slithering around the head of my cock, she then dragged her mouth down to the
root of my shaft before she pulled back up and wrapped her lips around the cock
head and sucked lightly.
"What a pretty cock! I just
love it!" she exclaimed.
Reaching up from her kneeling
position she swiftly unbuttoned my shirt. She stood up and while sweeping the
shirt off my shoulders she again pressed herself against my torso.
"Oh, you feel so good!
You're so muscular!" She was right. Looking down I could see that I had
developed a firm six pack to replace the slight paunch that I had come to
accept in the past few years. I looked damn good!
"You look so damn
good." She echoed my thoughts. "I just want to eat you up!" Her
eyes roamed over my body while she pulled her sweater off and dropped her knee
length denim skirt to the floor. She wore only a modest pair of panties and a
bra that was larger than I would have guessed.
She grabbed my cock in one hand
and pulled it into her mouth. With her other hand she released her bra and
dropped it to the floor.
Her mouth was flashing up and
down my cock. She was taking more and more in on each stroke. I cupped her head
in my hands and encouraged her to suck my cock. It felt wonderful. Her free
hand was squeezing and pulling on her boobs.
"I need to feel this in
me," she exclaimed as she hoisted herself up on the work table. "Come
on, fuck my hot wet cunt!" Yeah, really not so demure now.
I moved into position between
her legs and slowly fed her the head and then most of the shaft of my cock. It
was as if I'd practiced the maneuver.
"Oh, that feels so good
when you slide it in and out," she moaned. Her hips started to move
beneath me.
At first I was so caught up in
the events that were happening that I didn't notice anything except the hot,
tight cunt that I was ravaging. Then, as I settled into a rhythm, I noticed.. a
few things were happening.
As I watched, her hair lightened
in color, become a very pale blonde, almost white. It grew longer and longer.
And her skin, formerly a pasty, ashen hue, was becoming tan while her freckles
disappeared, one after the other. For some reason this didn't freak me out. I
just kept up pushing myself into her as fast and as hard as I could.
"Oh, baby, I want to drink
you down when you cum," she moaned. "Let me know when you're ready so
I can wrap my lips around your cock, honey!"
No one had ever offered to do
that before, it made my cock twitch to think of it.
"Not yet," I
responded. "Just a few more strokes, your cunt feels so good!"
"When ever you're ready,
stud." she told me. "When ever you're ready." She smiled up at
me as I slid back and forth on top of her.
I watched as she moved. Her
chest seemed to swell. Her nipples were slowly drawing closer to my chest as we
fucked. Her mounds blossomed. She had been a B-Cup when we started. She was
bigger now. Firmer too! Those bigger breasts jiggled firmly and they were still
getting bigger!
At the same time her waist drew in,
her abdomen becoming more defined while her boobs continued growing. They were
real melons now. Perfect, pink and erect, her nipples jiggled and shook as we
moved against each other.
Finally I could take it no
longer.
"Now," I groaned as I
pulled back. I slapped my cock against her lips and she sucked it in as far as
she could. Her lips, which had been some what on the thin side were now lush
pillows which clung greedily to my shaft while her hands encouraged me to blast
my load down her throat.
My shaft seemed longer than when
we had started but she made no mention of my apparent growth. She just growled
in her throat and sucked harder and harder. I was right on the verge when she
cupped my balls and massaged them to encourage me to blow!
She was groaning and moaning
while slurping up all the juice I had to offer. Rope after rope of cum shot
from my cock and was greedily gulped down her throat! Her tongue flashed out to
lick up every bit that remained on my shaft as I slid to rest beside her. Both
hands were now
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August 21 Cáel Defeats The Illuminati: Part 21
Cáel Defeats The Illuminati: Part 21
Ajax's Funeral
Book 3 in 21 parts, By FinalStand.
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The Isle Of Salamis, Greece
Two Weeks Later
The Greeks spent their combined fortunes to decorate the cedar
coffin, cut from the finest trees on Cyprus, to insure it had all the
grave goods a King of Salamis would expect as well as the weapons
which drew him to the other side so SzÃ©lAnya could kill
him. My two tomahawks plus a bronze dagger with a sheeth of gold and
seeded with precious gemstones; Greek symbolism on one side and
Amazon symbolism on the other.
Ajax was buried with plenty of scented bags to disguise the smell
of decay. The man himself was wearing his death mask; again gold with
gems along the crown. Even in death he looked so massive. How had I
ever thought I could defeat this man? In fact, I knew I couldn't,
thus my deception. He remained a hero, finally felled by a Divine
Dragon in my stead.
That was the tale; the Truth; I had revealed to the Teucer and the
remaining ten Mycenaeans. They had nodded, some even looked from me
and Aya over to the grave which housed their departed leader and
shook their heads.
"The daughter of Typhon, eh?" Eruthros chuckled. "It
would have been how he would have wished to go; a raging Goddess only
he could wound, if not kill."
"Oh, he did that alright," I met his gaze, not sure if I
dared meet his smile with one of my own.
"Atta says he shouted his war cry multiple times," Queen
Aya added, "and made the Goddess SzÃ©lAnya cry out
in pain. It says as much in the rolls of my People; now and forever."
That got more nods all around. It was hard for these men to stay
dour in her presence, my fey monarch and holder of the heart of my
Fatherhood. One of the others spoke up.
"We do not forgive you for what transpired before the Walls
of Troy, Nasusara AssiyaiÅ¡hamai, but forgiveness is not
necessary. If what has transpired before has also lost all meaning
with so many dead then let us both agree to let it be."
"Please, call me Aya," Aya smiled up at the gruff
warrior. "Yes. In Amazon etiquette we call it 'committing this
to the nothingness'. It will do neither of our people any good to
simply pile on more bodies upon the graves of others. Let this be a
new day and see what destiny offers us instead of ceaseless
vengeance. I do not forgive you for Troy either, but I know we all
have shed enough blood over what has passed."
That got nods all around. Aya took out the blade she had kept in
her knapsack and offered it to me.
"You knew the man," she commanded in her piping voice.
"Place this upon his chest as a final gift from the Amazon Hosts
to the People of the Kingdom of Salamis; let both find the paradise
we've been promised. May WÃ¡nax Ajax find his old
friends who have gone before him be waiting. They have waited for so
long." That earned nods all around.
I went forward to place the dagger on the sarcophagus, Chaz, as my
Brother, walked beside me while Eruthros remained behind talking with
Aya. Around them stood four of the Queen's bodyguards/tutors. Beyond
stood the other dignitaries and their own entourages of attendants
and bodyguards as well. Even the Great Khan had sent one of his most
senior advisors to be present for the ceremony.
How important the Egyptian Rite folks were wasn't something I
could figure out from just a glance, or two. Even the Illuminati,
standing in for no one else but Alal were here to show their respects
both to the fallen King and to the Grandson who had slain him. The
Gida had one of his/her own offspring representing their faction
despite all contributions as security went.
Personally, I would have felt better if Pamela had come, but she
claimed to have another family matter she had to take care of at the
last moment and couldn't attend. Besides, she assured me, I couldn't
be safer with all the trained killers who would be guarding their
ambassadors for such an important event.
She had given me Chaz as my other family member to stand by my
side as well as Alkonyka, the Champion of SzÃ©lAnya who
had been boning up on her martial talents since I had brought her and
her sister home from Romania. Surely that would be enough. Needless
to say, the Condottieri and the Seven Pillars had politely refused
the Egyptian Rite's invitation to be at the gravesite which left me
deeply concerned, but not enough to back out at this juncture.
Aya had decided it would be bad for her morale if she sent me
while refusing to come along. Once more, I failed to overcome her
passionate yet logical counters to my worries about her safety as the
date to arrive approached. My 'Spidey Senses' were tingling and I
didn't like what reports we weren't getting on any possible
Condottieri retaliatory strikes aimed our way.
It was serendipity that on the same day of the funeral, the final
phase of Operation AkÅ¡a Loksti went into action.
Hopefully that would disrupt their plans if they had any. Likewise,
there were no reports that suggested the Condottieri were even aware
of our moves against Angola which I put down to the Amazons and Coils
working so well together. I guess I shouldn't have begun the day
feeling so fucking positive.
Back To Operation AkÅ¡a Loksti (White
Swan)
The unit's overall commander considered massacring the lot yet
finally decided to let her hand stay even though the main force
needed them. She left two BVP-98's and their ten Amazons behind to
round up the prisoners while she and her M-84 MBT raced southeast
because those ladies (and guys) sounded like they were in a world of
hurt.
They were alone, yet she and her lone tank were expected to turn
the tide. What they discovered was a huge Angolan left hook coming at
their defensive position above the Loge; tanks and APCs were fording
the Loge closer to the ocean than expected and building up their
forces on the coast road /EN100. Something had to be done and quick.
The unit commander knew that minutes were something they may not
have so she backed her tank up and deployed her warfighters forward
without their own M-98 APC's. The Angolan build up was ignorant of
the build up behind them, so when they started rolling forward, she
dropped all hell on them from behind. Every two Amazons had a
Khanate-built 9K1 35 Kornet Anti-Tank Guided Missile set up and
opened fire.
The immediately turned 17 precious T 72 into so much burning
wreckage while using RPG fire to send the Angolan APC to similar
fates. At the same moment they opened fire, the two trucks bringing
resupplies for the unit arrived. Most importantly, they brought
eighty more shells for the M-84 to use. There was even more good
news.
The crew of the T 95 Degman suspected they could bring their tank
back to the fight inside an hour though her mobility would be
questionable. She told them to hurry up. She wasn't sure they had an
hour. Already the rebel air force had joined the struggle after
plastering the supply elements in the rear. Unfortunately the Angolan
air defenses were more robust than suspected.
Two SU22 were turned into fireballs with two more limping back to
base, most likely removed from the fight entirely. That was as third
of their ground attack force gone already and the day wasn't over
yet. Still, the Angolans were sluggish to respond. Before their
artillery could recognize the threat, the Amazons dropped some 120mm
loving on them with their mortars.
The Amazon commander was using her smaller mortars to drop hate on
the Angolan infantry which was deploying from their APC and trying to
remove her from her vulnerable position. There had to be about a
thousand of them coming her way too. Still, by coming her way they
were no longer trying to unravel the main defensive line on the high
ground above the river.
At the point they decided to start exchanging RPG fire with the
dug in Amazons around the road, she brought her own APCs forward to
rake the Angolans with dedicated autocannon fire. That broke the back
of their charge and sent them scattering back to their own APC, which
weren't all that safe. It turned out the Angolans were on the clock
too.
The moment the central defensive line beat back the attack by the
T-55 tanks of the 101st Tank Brigade, their supporting artillery
began dropping hell on the artillery supporting this flanking
maneuver. It was just in time too because the Amazon commander didn't
have enough firepower to keep them suppressed.
Then it was the job of the remaining T 72; the best tanks in the
Angolan inventory; to drive away her deployed infantry and sole M-84.
First they concentrated on the M-84 who gamely dispatched T 72 after
T 72 once the ATGM fire had removed their reactive armor plates. The
whole area around the tank blossomed in clouds of 125 millimeter
fire.
In a flash, all of the M 84 reactive armor on the front and the
front of both sides had been stripped from her and the remainder of
the tank looked streaked with the indentations of the follow-up hits.
Seeing as how the tank was about to be destroyed, the Amazon leader
order her to withdraw. She was about to be annihilated for no gain.
The M 84 instantly launched a disruptive cloud of smoke grenades
around her to shield her actions as she beat feet to the rear. The T
72 kept firing into the general location as they kept coming their
way. The ATGM the Amazons were using were failing to penetrate the
glacis armor of the Main Battle Tanks they were facing.
With the tank withdrawing, the APC's had to withdraw around the
bend in the road as well. Their 30mm guns would have no effect on the
onrushing behemoths. Still, the Amazons gamely kept up their fire
from their hastily made foxholes. They had to keep the enemy focused
on them just a few more minutes until the forces above them on the
high ground could shift around and come to their rescue.
And then a miracle occurred.
The T 72 pulled up short and shifted their fire from trying to dig
the Amazon out of their holes and back to the main road where, the T
95 had appeared through the dust and smoke. Not only was she
launching her own grenades to give her some shelter, her engine was
expelling masses of black smoke; proving she was now dead to the
world. The Degman spoke first, exiting a T 72 into the afterlife with
a single shot.
Her barrel shifted and then was wreathed in smoke as she took
three hits to her turret's armor. That shot ripped away the reactive
armor plates there, but the tank itself was undamaged. Exit another T
72. Shells were exploding all around her and even hitting her glacis
armor to little effect. Exit another T 72, and then another in rapid
succession. Two of the M-84's from above had finally shifted around
and were firing into the now exposed flank of the Angolan thrust.
The next salvo of ATGM was simply too much for the remaining
tankers. They fired off their own smoke grenades and began backing up
toward the river. Their infantry scrambled to keep up; and not to be
overrun by their own vehicles. The helicopters arriving was simply
icing on the cake. That rout was on and the firing continued. Even
'her' M 84 returned to add her own firepower to the debacle.
Her timely arrival and superior placement of her small command had
broken the back of the Angolan offensive, and then the terrible
slaughter took place, just as predicted. The Angolans simply
abandoned their towed artillery and the oncoming air assault
concentrated on the fleeing mobile batteries as well as their few
remaining anti-air assets.
It was a complete disaster for the Angolans. Their conscript
soldiers threw away anything which could slow them down in their
flight to the rear. For the combined forces of Cabinda and Zaire,
there was only the time it took to rearm and refuel then the pursuit
took place. Well into the night, they followed the remaining elements
of the Angolan army, some ambitious Amazon scouts going so far as to
see the lights of Luanda before calling it quits.
In the capital there was complete panic. Their army hadn't been
beaten; it had been Utterly destroyed. With the enemy coming on fast
to their doorsteps, the leaders got into their fancy automobiles and
fled south, some not stopping until they crossed the border into
neighboring Namibia. Then they had to fall down on their knees and
beg for immediate South African aid.
The South Africans were coming, but so was the United Nations and
the other countries in the Lusosphere. They were reporting the
Angolans being skunked on their national news networks along with the
massive celebrations in Cabinda over their surprise liberation.
Jailed and recently escaped leaders were on the balcony of the
military governor's palace to announce the creation of their new
nation.
They also called on their countrymen to rise up and take up arms
to defend their newfound liberties then thanked God on High for their
liberation. Best of all, the military which had done the deed was
already seen moving off to the frontiers to protect against 'foreign'
intervention while leaving the people free to chart their own
destiny.
Elections were promised as was a new constitution. It had been a
tremendous victory and the rebel forces responsible, wanted seemingly
nothing. What they did want was anonymity. They had done what they
had done to give the Cabindan and the Bakongo of Zaire breathing room
to chart their own course and they would be around only as long as it
took for them to decide on what they wanted to do now that peace,
prosperity and all that oil money was finally theirs.
While some of their leadership living in exile griped about the
'backroom deals' which permitted their new nation to exist, it was
subtly explained to them what their options were; Freedom, or Angola.
If they really didn't want to surrender up some of that control to
the 'third party' aka the Amazon Host and give them Soyo then the
Amazons and their allies could simply go.
No one wanted that so the Amazons got their small archipelago, the
Coils of the Serpents got their diplomatic status, and their people
got to live without fear of being arbitrarily arrested, or robbed of
their petroleum birthright. They wouldn't be completely happy, but
they were free to gripe about it as much as they liked, because that
was what real freedom was all about.
As for that Amazon Commander? By midnight that evening, her
reduced command, though battered, low on fuel and ammunition was at
the outskirts of Ambriz... and there were no more Angolan soldiers
left to kill. They had won the Battle of the Loge and in doing so,
seized a new homeland for her people; the Amazonian City-State of New
Themiscyra. Queen Aya would be so proud.
If only she knew her Queen had almost died that very day, but she
didn't so her warrior's heart was allowed to beat softly as she
grabbed some much needed shut eye. With the dawn tomorrow she would
begin their retreat back to the Loge and the relative safety their
new neighbors offered in exchange for their freedoms.
Eulogy
Back To The Funeral, The Isle Of Salamis, Greece
'I love more than I hate'.
I had been babbling that for twelve weeks. I'd convinced others to
say it; even feel it yet it wasn't until I found myself staring into
Eruthros' dead eyes did the full colossal weight of those words come
tumbling down.
'Love more than hate?' Hate had bourn Eruthros through the Endless
Black Sands for Three Thousand Years. His hate, focused by Ajax and
aimed at the Amazon Race. Three thousand years. Hate rarely cares
about guilt. They had wronged the Amazons; there was no doubt of that
in anyone's minds. For three thousand years, neither side had cared
for the others' excuses.
In the last minute of Eruthros' life, he had thrown away that
reality-rending weight for the epitome of his rage; its ultimate
personification of the Amazon spirit; and all he had to do was
'nothing' to let hate take its course. No blade, or bullet was
necessary; no push, fist, or kick. All he had to do was nothing and
the Amazons would have been robbed of their Queenly House for a
second and most-likely final time.
Had he thrown his body over Teucer? Highly understandable. Teucer
was his fallen Lord's half-brother.
Had he taken himself to safety? No one was immediately trying to
kill him and shelter was a few steps away, so he would have been
temporarily secure.
Eruthros deliberately ended his life with no greater certainty
than had he pushed the barrel of the gun beneath his chin and pulled
the trigger. Had he deliberated at all, it wouldn't have mattered.
Bullets were buzzing around over 1000 meters per second. Lifetimes
had collapsed into the Nano-second. In that pulse, Eruthros acted out
of the purist of human instincts. A child was in danger and he was
the closest adult who could make a difference.
He threw himself on Aya. That was the instinctive human reaction.
They had been speaking pleasantly before the first bullet's impact.
Aya's closest Amazonian protector had absorbed the entirety of the
machinegun chatter devoted to ending the Queen's existence; and still
was. Her other three closest guardians had been removed by dedicated
sniper fire. Our foes Absolutely were going to kill Nasusara
AssiyaiÅ¡hamai, the diminutive monarch of their hated
foe.
The rest of her bodyguard was too far away. We; Queen and
diplomat; had gone to the grave side to pay our last respects when
the ambush was launched. They had shredded everyone else around her
and only her tiny size shielded by larger, female corpses had kept
her alive up to that moment. There was no one else left capable of
saving her. There never would be.
What followed was a deliberate decision which could never be
denied. It was a choice made knowing it would cost him what short
time he had left to provide Aya with whatever hope the living might
still provide.
Laying prone and unmoving, the enemy might shoot him, or they
might wait until they had dispatched the others. Eruthros knew he was
critically wounded already.
Moving would ensure the assassins kept firing at him (and Aya). If
he succeeded, he could propel her to a place where she would be
safer, if only for a minute more.
"Har nahkuitki."
Eruthros' last words; 'have no fear'. Was that aimed at calming
Aya, or inspiring himself? Since the word were in the Amazon tongue,
who knew?
I was looking at him, still trying to figure out a way to get to
those two. I looked into his eyes. He did not look into mine. I
thought he was looking at the spot between myself and Teucer where we
shared an impossibly cramped bit of temporary shelter. For all I
knew, by that time he wasn't looking at anything at all. His brain
had fired off its final orders and the body, though mangled, obeyed.
I saw a high-velocity round transect his torso as he pushed
himself onto 'all fours'. There was no way that tumbling projectile
missed both lungs and heart. His strong right arm kept Aya pressed to
his chest as he went from knees and elbows to toes and left palm.
"Har nahkuitki."
His lips muttered the words as blood spewed forth from his mouth
and nose. His left knee pulled toward his chest, allowing his body to
tilt in that direction. That gave Aya a few more inches worth of
bloody shelter. I was sure he was hit again. Rock fragments leapt off
the ground; shattering the stones they had most recently vacated.
His left thigh flexed, surging him forward. The left palm directed
the thrust upward before rising off the ground entirely and
encircling Aya. As the right leg began to fulfill its role, a bullet
pierced it. With the femur splintered, the brunt of the action was
taken over by the uncoiling muscles.
By the time the left knee returned to his chest, Eruthros' body
had molded around Aya's. Bullets were coming in from above and
behind. Only the meat and bone of his arms shielded her from the
ricochets. He took impacts from the back and right simultaneously,
causing his body to twist in an unnatural angle. His light protective
armor, worn specifically to be 'unobtrusive' for this ceremony,
wasn't enough for this ammunition specifically designed to defeat it.
He refused to let go despite the hydrostatic shock ripping his
insides to pieces. Teucer and I caught him, drawing his crashing form
between us. I did him poor service. I flipped him over to retrieve
Aya. Absently I noticed his wide eyes sta
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"You know nothing of what you speak of, Ishara, yet you
now feel free to insult us," she simmered.
"Don't know, don't care. It was all before my time. I care
about the 'here-and-now' as well as what we do in the future. What I
am asking you is what concrete item or 'thing' can be provided to
House Zorja to put this blood feud behind you. Name it and House
Ishara will endeavor to procure it for you."
"We are not merchants," Jana's eyes narrowed.
"No. I didn't imply you were. If you want new sandals for
everyone in your House, I'll find you new sandals. If you want
100,000 acres of ranchland, I'll find you the land. Name it," I
persisted.
"Our prestige cannot be bought," she 'explained'.
"No, but a blood feud with House Ishara can be
avoided by making a request of us in the same way as expressing your
desire to harm my daughter can be expressed by denying my offer,"
I hardened. "And 'fuck you very much' if you think I won't use
every son, daughter, mother, aunt, and uncle of Ishara when I come
gunning for House Zorja too."
"You wouldn't dare bring outsiders into this," Klavdiya
interjected.
"Why not? The offices of Ishara handed House Zorja the coup
of the century; the capture of the People's Liberation Army Navy
nuclear carrier. A member of House Zorja commanded that task, yet
they did so by leading forces marshalled by House Ishara, outsider
forces. You may wish to keep playing by old rules concerning who is
and isn't part of a House, but I am not so constrained, sisters."
"So Klavdiya, if House Meenakshi pursues its blood feud with
House Zorja, House Ishara will gleefully join them in the pummeling.
And we have Isharans in the 9 Clans, the Khanate and the Illuminati
who will gladly help us out in slapping them around like the
old-fashion curmudgeons they are showing themselves to be, or, House
Zorja may request a gift from House Ishara and we will happily clear
accounts between them and House Meenakshi in the name of our
daughter, Parvati. Their choice."
"You are still on the mats," Elsa reminded me. Sikia
coiled protectively next to us.
"And you said something about a lesson being long overdue,"
Pamela smirked, "Kitten."
"Cáel Ishara," Shawnee said in a soft voice,
"perhaps it is germane to the argument: the fault of the blood
feud rests with House Zorja, not House Meenakshi."
I fell on my back, carrying Tad fi with me. She gasped out in
surprise while remaining closely cuddled with me. Her right hand
never left my lips.
"Why does no one tell me this shit?" I moaned.
"You are hard," Tad fi announced. "Are you ready to
have more sex?" She was sounding upbeat about our prospects. She
was also ignorant of our surroundings being deaf and blind to the
mortal realm.
"Gossamer Wing," I created a pet name for the augur, "we
are lying on the sparring mats of a large combat arena in the central
Full-blooded training center for Havenstone with roughly 500 sisters
in attendance (the audience had grown). While I am enticed by your
scent, words, proximity and sweet memories of what we've shared, I'm
probably going to be badly beaten up really soon for a terrific
diplomatic snafu."
"But then we can have sex?"
"Yeah. I'm totally up for having sex with you after they
release me from Medical," I assured her. I looked around her to
a very unhappy Mahdi.
"Can you find it in your heart to forgive House Zorja?
Anything I can,"
"Yes," she abruptly cut me off.
What the fuck?
"At this time, my hatred of House Ishara, and you in
particular, make any grievance I have with House Zorja pale in
comparison. You have bewitched my only daughter. She bares your
child, and it will be a wonderful child if the soiled augur you've
stuck your cock in is to be believed," she ground out bitterly.
"I want to go home. I want to find enemies to kill. And when I
do, Cáel Ishara, know each and every one of them will carry
your face in my mind."
She turned to Jana. "Do you agree that we both hate Ishara
enough to put aside our current differences?"
Jana studied Mahdi, me, then Mahdi again and agreed. She stood.
Mahdi stood. They clasped arms like Amazons, then hugged like
sisters.
"Agreed. He is much worse."
My thoughts on the matter. Woot! I was having sex! Oh, and I was
making Aya happy by ending a blood feud.
"My admiration of you continues to increase," Krasimira
looked at me. "This diplomacy stuff is harder than it looks yet
you pull it off so effortlessly."
"Yay me!" I muttered.
"Keeper, are we done?" Sikia asked Krasimira.
"I believe so," the older Amazon rose to her feet. Sikia
was far faster in rising.
"Mahdi of Meenakshi, you have insulted me and my augur.
Defend yourself," she snarled. If Tad fi hadn't been immediately
present, Mahdi wouldn't have even warranted a warning no doubt.
"Had you done your job," Mahdi flowed into her fighting
stance, "you both wouldn't be pregnant."
"Whoa now," I struggled to rise while keeping Tad fi
close and my body between her and the Meenakshi/Zorja side of the
mat. "Sikia, I can't let you fight. You're pregnant too."
"Don't be stupid, Cáel Ishara," Sikia retreated
off the mat, so she could shed her jacket and footwear. "Amazons
have fought pregnant for thousands of years."
"Hold on now," NYPD Sgt. Larisa Kutuzov said in English
as she moved forward. I was a millisecond too late. Larisa's foot
touched down on the mat and Marlene Zorja popped her one, a hand chop
to the larynx. The senior cop stumbled forward.
"Mom!" shouted Nikita. Marlene followed up with a leg
sweep, putting Larisa face first on the mats, then a fist strike to
the back of the head, knocking her out. Neat and tidy in less than
two seconds.
Nikita was about to charge in when Chaz stopped her.
"Footwear," he advised in the tone of voice I had
learned to associate with him and imminent violence. The moment he
stopped her, he was quickly removing his own socks and shoes.
Virginia and Pamela were doing the same. I was allowed freedom of
movement because I was holding Tad fi. Krasimira exited because of
her unique status. The rest were already barefoot.
"Gale, could you please stay with Tad fi," I tried to
hand her off.
"No," Gale looked me over. "I will fight." No
hint on whose side she would be fighting on. Krasimira came to my
rescue.
"I'll take her."
"Tad fi," I told the augur, "I have to go get
beaten up now, but I promise I will be back for you directly."
"This is not your fight," Krasimira said. "The
words and deeds are Sikia's."
"A, she carries my child and B, the deeds being called into
question are my fault."
"You told me once they were the Will of Ishara,"
Krasimira mused.
"We are one in the same," I gave a lopsided grin.
"Be careful," Tad fi pleaded. "Your future is a
chaotic jumble, I cannot see,"
"Eh, I've been very bad. We'll talk about it later. Gotta
go," I headed onto the mats.
Pamela was giving the ground rules to the 'normals': No 'fair
warnings'. No 'fair play'. No 'time outs'. You fought until
unconscious, or you surrendered.
"This is going to suck," Virginia assessed our odds. Two
Amazons had removed Larisa from the mats and were tending to her.
Nikita was kneeling by her side until she heard Virginia, then came
our way.
Besides Sikia, we had Pamela, Chaz, Virginia, myself and Nikita.
Oneida stepping up was nice. She wasn't a great combatant, but we
dearly needed the help. Gale joining us was, unsettling. Amazons
don't play fair, so this could be a ruse.
Against us were all three Zorja and both Meenakshi; I imagined
Rhada felt she had something to prove to her mother. They'd picked up
ten other Amazons and Rhonwenn Nemain. Klavdiya joined them to
counterbalance her baby sister. Eight to seventeen; ouch.
"Damn," a familiar voice from my first days on the job
spoke up from behind me, "we almost missed this." I didn't
dare look over my shoulder. Desiree stepped between Chaz and
Virginia. Rachel came up on my left and Tiger Lily on my right. At
the tail end of our line was Mona, Meridian, Brielle and Wieslawa.
Fifteen to seventeen was looking much better, especially considering
Desiree had brought five Security Detail warriors with her, all of
whom were moving to further bolster our numbers.
"Rachel," Elsa looked to her underling, "you have
no idea why you are fighting."
"It is for Cáel. So it must be for a better tomorrow,"
Rachel laughed.
"Very well," Elsa smirked.
"You!" Mahdi pointed at me, and we both charged. It was
a jumbled nightmare of clashing bodies, war cries and flashes of
movement all around. Our side had two main advantages -
While Chaz was by no means the best hand-to-hand combatant
present, he knew the basic Amazon style and most Amazons didn't know
his. Added to his overall height and bulk advantages, he bought us
time.
Of greater importance, Rachel, Tiger Lily and Mona had extensive
training working as a team, which none of the opponents had.
Elsa was the most dangerous individual on the mat. Pamela was the
second most dangerous, so Elsa grabbed a couple of partners and
ganged up on her to drive her off the mats. Chaz went next,
out-Elsa'ed and beaten unconscious. The issue was, it took her too
long to accomplish those two feats. By the time she rounded on me,
Rachel and Tiger Lily, our half of the field had wiped out theirs. It
was six of us (me, Rachel, Tiger Lily, Gale, Wieslawa and Desiree)
versus four of them (Elsa, Marlene, Klavdiya and Rhonwenn).
Still, I was facing Elsa, so a judicious bit of treachery was
required.
"Gale," I huffed and puffed, "please retire. I
don't want you to fight your sister."
"What?" Gale snapped. She'd taken a beating, yet
remained feisty.
"No, fighting her sister is okay with me," Desiree
scowled. "We are still facing fucking Elsa."
"All the other women you have mated with have failed. I
remain," Gale trumpeted.
"Oh, you are right," I half-turned. "All the reason
you are more precious to me."
"Really?"
"Of course," I deepened my introspective appreciation of
her.
"Oh," and Klavdiya punched Rhonwenn. That was an 'oh,
Cáel Ishara must actually care for my baby sister and not be
just a Playa' on Klavdiya's part. Yeah. I'm a horrible fucking person
at times.
Rachel, Tiger Lily and I rushed Elsa. Marlene pivoted to ward
against Klavdiya while Gale and Wieslawa stormed in against her.
Desiree helped Klavdiya finish drubbing Rhonwenn before they combined
to force Marlene off the mats. Elsa chose to go down swinging in a
dogpile of bodies. I took an ear-ringing blow to the head which
allowed Rachel to apply a chokehold and it was lights out for the
Head of SD.
After some water bottles went around and those concussed returned
to wakefulness, the resolution of the brawl was decided. Mahdi
apologized to Sikia. It was short, terse and sparing of any empathy,
yet was within the bounds of Amazon etiquette. She departed with
Rhada, which left me to pick up the pieces, starting with Nikita's
mom.
"Oh," the older woman moaned then, "Ms.
Fredrickson? What are you doing here?"
"Avenging you, Mother," Nikita fluffed up the truth.
"She, Cáel and the others cleaned house on the woman who
jumped you and her allies."
"Desk Sergeant," Desiree gave a curt nod.
"This isn't over," Larisa winced as she moved to a
sitting position.
"Mrs. Kutuzov, it is over," I headed off a colossal
waste of time. "This is my daily life and part of your
daughter's life with JIKIT. You will find scant witnesses and no tape
recordings of these events. This craziness is just another day in the
life here at Havenstone. You stepped on the mat and thus became fair
game to any physical confrontation an opponent cared to mete out.
Consider this sovereign soil of an independent nation-state."
"We," she looked around. "You kicked their asses?"
"Definitely," Pamela gave a feral snarl.
"This is plain nuts," she shook her head, winced in
cranial pain, then put her aching head in her hands.
"One of the reasons we've put our dating in hiatus,"
Nikita comforted her mother while looking at me, and smiling
affectionately.
Ah, for fuck sakes! I was engaged to someone else and having a
dozen kids by ten different women. How could I still possibly be
considered viable dating material? Oh yeah, martial valor, laughing
at death, I hung out with truly exceptional cool people and I would
always be in need of saving, a plus for a crusader like Nikita.
I had so many allies to tend to, but only one who seemed to be
making an exit. I swooped down on Tad fi long enough to place her
fingers to my lips.
"I'll be right back, friend of a friend in need," and
off I went. I caught Tavi of House Stolgos just outside the door. She
wasn't avoiding me. She'd been observing Chaz and he had been
otherwise occupied.
My British companion had played a pivotal role in the combat and
taken his beating like a man. He'd been rendered unconscious. So had
many others, so no stigma was attached to his loss. Post-battle, he
had chosen to sit on his haunches, knees up, talking to several of
the Amazons, both kneeling and standing. A few had been bystanders
and a few others foes.
He stayed on his ass to reduce his height advantage. Letting
Amazons make eye contact while not having to look up at you created
definite benefits. His good natured approach to his role in the fight
and pummeling earned him positive vibes as well. He made it clear the
tussle to him was not macho-personal. He was my 'brother / sister /
sibling' spiritually-speaking via Pamela adopting us both as her
'grandsons', so my fights were his fights. Sikia had my
(Caél's)
child, so that bond extended to her as well; family.
Pamela and I had schooled him on Amazon psychology and those
lessons were now paying serious dividends. 'The Male' hadn't wanted
to fight them; 'Amazons are tough' he'd confessed, he knew this
because he worked with several every day on JIKIT~ but family was on
the line, so he fought. Mahdi had apologized, so the matter was
settled. The other Amazons he'd fought? They had fought for their
reasons and he was okay with not questioning them about it.
Why? He was conscious of his conspicuous status as a 'guest', knew
he was in no way an Amazon, and was not privy to what motivated them.
He didn't want to be an Amazon. He had his own, much younger, martial
tradition he was proud of, yet was eager to learn from the vastly
greater Amazon war lore because 'winners' didn't have a gender-bias
and no other tradition could compete with the Amazons' 3,000 years.
Under normal circumstances, the women around him wouldn't have
given credence to his praise. He was a male after all. Through the
tiny tear I'd created in their insulating social fabric, Chaz was
building upon his own exploits. In the after-battle analysis, the
Amazons reflected on the realization Elsa had concentrated on him as
her number two objective, second only to Pamela who scared everyone
who knew anything about her. That bolstered Chaz's appeal.
For the Amazons who thought a male would get all pouty and cry
over being beaten up by a girl/girls, Chaz was breaking the mold. He
wasn't angry. He was amused. The fight had been a learning experience
and he'd felt honored to watch, no matter how briefly, a warrior of
Elsa's caliber fight. He'd explained 'I', Cáel Wakko Ishara,
considered Elsa one of the top 5 combatants I'd ever seen, which
included Ajax the Unconquered. The others were Sakuniyas, reborn
Amazon and former Queen of Assyria, Saint Marie, the Golden Mare, and
Pamela, the Cliff-walker.
More happy Amazons because the list's only non-Amazon was a dead
Hero from the Trojan Wars and it was well known I 'got around' (aka
dealt with violent outsiders.) Chaz was telling the truth, almost.
The 'fifth' person on the list was Alal, but explaining him would be
difficult, so Chaz edited him for this particular audience. Good man.
In the hallway, "Tavi, a moment," I called out. She
slowed down, took a few more steps allowing me to catch up.
"Yes Ishara?" she gave me her best neutral look. Yep.
She was jealous.
"I beg two favors from you," I quickly went down to one
knee in her path. That caught her off guard and left her in the
awkward position of me being terribly close and staring up at her.
"I, I will listen," she muttered.
"I would like to know if you are pregnant," I asked very
softly. Yes, she was, but she didn't want to tell me. She
contemplated pushing past me. It would be very easy. "I know I
am stepping beyond the boundaries between warriors. Please. My
destiny has brought you two together. I am at fault here."
'Fault' was the key word.
"If I have a son, he will be given to the Queen," Tavi's
face was stern and unforgiving. "He will live."
"That's not what he's worried about," I shook my head.
"He wants to be a father to your daughter, Tavi. He wants to
introduce you to his mother and grandmothers, maybe his sisters too,
if that can be arranged."
"Huh?"
"He is not like me, Tavi. There is no other in his life, but
you."
"I, I will not leave my House for him," she protested
angrily.
"He would never ask you. That doesn't mean he doesn't want to
remain at your side for years to come. He can be a father to your
child and not be a part of House Stolgos in the same way you can be a
mother to your child and not be a part of Clan Tomorrow."
"Oh," she furrowed her brow. "How would this
possibly work?"
"I have an 'in' with the Queen," I winked. "I'll
work out something."
"He knows I will never stop being an Amazon," she
elucidated intensely.
"Absolutely. He is an intelligence operative after all. He's
figured a few things out for himself."
"Why doesn't he tell me these things?"
"Tavi, he threw his body on top of me to shield me from a
bomb blast, so he's undoubtedly brave, but telling you what is in his
heart is scary for him. As his brother, I see behind his silence,"
"Oh, what should I do?" she was vexed.
"Go back in there, demand to speak with him and tell him the
truth," I stood up.
"The truth?"
"That you are going to have a little StolgosTomorrow-ite
running around sometime next year," I exuded confidential
friendliness.
"Cáel Ishara," she tilted her head slightly, "you
don't know much about infants, do you?"
"Nope," I pseudo-confessed. I actually did know
something about newborns. I'd studied up so I could make a move on a
cute girl whose free time was eaten up by babysitting, so I 'helped
out'. Oink.
"They aren't 'running around'," she turned to head back
into the gym, "until the ninth month at the earliest. Normally,
running doesn't happen until the eighteenth month."
"My fiancé has a three-year old,
so she should be able to help me through some of the hardest parts,"
I babbled along. Tavi didn't give a crap.
In we went. Tavi stormed straight toward the bevy of Amazon babes
concentrating on 'her' Chaz.
"Color Sergeant Tomorrow," she abruptly interrupted. "A
moment of your time."
"Ladies," Chaz uncoiled himself from the surrounding
women. The Amazons were either mildly pu
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Pulau Setan Wanita, Indonesia - Island Of The
Devil Women.
The 150 Condottieri mercenaries stealthed onto the Island of the
Devil Women pre-dawn, but waited until the island was fully awake
before launching their assault. They did this because the majority of
the women slept in one conjoined area while during the day, they
spread out, thus were hopefully easier to overwhelm in bite-sized
chunks.
When the attack went in, Khalid Adzharia, Brian Fung and Trent
Grant were in different areas of the Havenstone compound. When
neither was being milked of their seed, they had jobs to perform on
the island. Neither was permitted a job which allowed them access to
either transport off the island nor any long-range communication
gear. All computer access was monitored and by LAN line only.
Trent Grant remained a financial investigator though he
currently reported to someone not nearly as high up in that branch of
Havenstone as he once enjoyed. Brian was in the same boat in
Acquisitions with the high hopes of working himself up in importance
to the point he would leave this prison-island; at which time he
would leave Havenstone for good.
Khalid, who had been there the longest, had a different outlook on
things. He realized this was where his life ended. There would be no
escape unless he managed to vacate the island under his own power and
with his own initiative. Worse; for him; he had begun to develop an
emotional attachment to three of the ladies on the island. He was
screwing them constantly even after being milked.
Worst of all; one of the ladies was now pregnant with a child who
could only be his. All the 'old male' population had been sent away
(exterminated) so he, Brian and Trent were it, on an island of
roughly five hundred Amazons. Neither of those two men had the stones
to cross him on this matter and he'd made it clear to both those
three women were 'his'. The surveillance officers monitoring the trio
found that sense of male possessiveness 'amusing'.
Trent? Trent had developed a personal hatred for Brooke and, by
association, all the women in her sorority. After all, Trent had all
his lies perfectly balanced inside Havenstone only to have Brooke
stop by and fuck things up for him. Now he was a prisoner, milked of
his seed daily and was constantly being hit on by a bevy of beautiful
Indonesian women. His predicament was All Brooke's fault.
Like Khalid, he realized the only escape from this feminist hell
was in his own capable hands. Again, the security women tasked with
monitoring the two of the three found their plans to escape to be
amateurish and filled with a willful misunderstanding of what Amazons
were all about; aka they were all sneaky bitches.
They had tracking devices sown into their clothes along with some
of their jewelry; offered to them by women the men had slept with as
signs of their gratitude for being chosen; being tiny microphones.
All their plans were immediately reported and recorded for further
examination; in case there were actually any flaws in the island's
security.
The one monitoring Brian was deeply depressed though. Her 'guy'
was an utterly dull ignoramus. He made no realistic plans to escape,
formed no essential bonds with any of his captors nor with his fellow
prisoners, and was an otherwise diligent little weasel. These
Indonesian Amazons didn't hold much reverence for the weasel btw.
The Condottieri did a good job of spoofing the island's defensive
net. Their one mistake was purely accidental. As they closed in one
of the office complexes, they stumbled upon and were encountered by
two Amazons out for an early morning run. They were avid joggers who
normally 'did their thing' around dusk, but had an important
teleconference that night so improvised.
Even as the two ladies went for their sidearms they were
'neutralized' by the Condottieri squad they'd encountered. At the
main security hut, the guardian on duty noted two heart signals
spike; then stop. The odds of both having immediately fatal accidents
was so unlikely as to be impossible.
Even as she reported the incident to her superior, she put the
whole island on silent alarm. If nothing else, it would be a good
surprise exercise for her fellow Amazons. All around the island, the
women went into instantaneous defense mode, gathered up their assault
rifles & PDWs and, not being attacked, went hunting for their
attackers. That was standard protocols.
Back at the security base, all those Amazons went for their body
armor first. It was normally too hot and humid during the summer day
to wear them. That accomplished, they dispatched their sole squad of
SD's (Security Detail) to the sight of the first incident; the death
of the two runners.
At the same time the on-sight Condottieri commander accelerated
his own plans, indicating all units to immediately launch their
assault on the closest work areas instead of waiting for all the
other teams to be in place. In one instance, a Condo team ran smack
into the stealthing forward SD team. Bullets were exchanged.
The SD came out on top as they were more accustomed to making head
shots than their opponents. They also reported their situation to the
Security base before continuing to advance. Since ten men invading
the island made no tactical sense, the islands 'War Chief' went to
full alert; it was time to hunt down and exterminate the enemy
presence in their home.
The Condottieri leader knew he was in trouble when one team
reported coming to the sanitation work base only to find it
unoccupied; those Amazons were already out hunting down their foes,
while another detailed the alertness of the Amazons in the area they
were assaulting. The sounds of automatic weapon's fire and grenade
explosions began echoing all over the island.

Gunless.
Needless to say none of the men had firearms though they knew each
Amazon was armed with a knife and pistol. They also knew were they
kept the heavier weaponry yet were afraid to approach that area of
the complex because they had little doubt the Amazons would shoot
through any human shield they had just to make them suffer. Besides,
none of them knew the combination to the gun locker; yet.
When death came calling, each man approached the situation
differently. Brian's Acquisition section was in the same part of the
complex as Banking. There, day in and day out, he looked over
prospective properties for the Amazons to purchase. His reviews were
entered into the system by another Amazon. Gaining so much knowledge
of how the Amazons operated, he promised himself he would one day
expose them, once he was safely away, of course.
"Pick up the pistol," hissed a coworker across the hall
where Brian cowered. He was not so much terrified; he was definitely
afraid, but not unmanned by it; as he didn't feel this was his fight,
so why become involved? The Amazon supervisor had been moving down
the hall, when she was suddenly taken out by a sound-suppressed PDW.
She had dropped her pistol as she expired.
The two of them; the coworker Amazon and Brian; were now being
pinned down by that same fire pattern and the lone Amazon wasn't
enough to keep them at bay for long.
"Pick up the damn pistol," she growled his way, and then
the grenade came bouncing down the hallway.
It went off, stunning him and knocking him over, further into his
cubicle. When he came to a man in jungle camouflage came rushing
forward and put a three-round burst into the woman across the hall;
he thought her name was Citra; then turned on Brian.
"Don't shoot," Brian pleaded. "I'm a guy; their
prisoner. I can tell you all kinds of things about their
organization. Please, don't kill me."
"Command; I have a male prisoner here," the merc said
over his mouth mic. "Roger that."
"Let's go," the man directed. "We are getting you
out of here."
Brian couldn't help but smile. He was escaping and sooner than
either of those other two idiots were. He wanted to laugh out loud,
but decided against it. The merc pushed him ahead of him and the two
began racing away from the battlefield. Indeed, Brian had escaped,
but only into Condottieri's cruel custody.
Trent and Brian.
Trent's space in Financial Investigations was larger than Brian's
small unit. Because of that it received attention from two
Condottieri squads, moving in from different directions, trying to
catch the Amazons in a crossfire. It almost worked too. Only the
team's supervisor's quick thinking kept that from happening. Still,
their situation was dire.
"Here," Laras, the team supervisor handed Trent a
pistol. "Today, everyone fights."
"I, this isn't my fight," he shook his head. Laras
glared. She was about to turn away when Trent called out, "Wait!
I'll do it."
She gave him the firearm and pointed to a thick support column.
"Stay there and be prepared for Amazons to fall back to your
position if things get bad," the Amazon commanded. Almost as an
afterthought she gave him a spare magazine as well.
As she rushed off in another direction, Trent contemplated
shooting her. At the last moment, before he raised the gun, he
decided he didn't mind the captivity as much as he would risk trying
to join up with the attackers. After all, they could be much, much
worse. Instead he took his position at the column, and just in time.
He saw a grenade flying through the air, coming his way.
He ducked behind the column and hunkered down. The grenade went
off as an airburst blew less debris in his direction. It was still a
staggering experience. Trent shook the cobwebs out of his brain then
peaked around the column in the direction the grenade came from. Two
men in body armor and camouflage clothing were rushing forward toward
the downed Amazons in his section.
"Fuck this shit," he muttered before steading the pistol
with his left hand. He was by no means a marksman, but had taken an
anti-kidnapping course when he was eighteen. Up came the pistol and
he began firing. Alternating between the two combatants every two
shots until he was empty.
"Oh God," he nearly wept. "I'm about to die."
Neither man was dead.
Then a body slammed into him, knocking him to the floor. He was
about to start showing the fucker some martial arts moves when he
realized it was an office worker of his; Nadia by name; and she had
brought along a coworker Trent had never gotten to know all that
well. Those two ladies brought up their PDW's and opened up on the
two men Trent had been holding at bay.
Trent crawled back behind the column and behind Nadia. When she
stopped to reload, she stole the pistol from his grasp, popped out
the magazine and reloaded for him; even chambering the round.
"Good job Trent," she grinned. "Now let's kill
these bastards."
"I; ah; okay," he meekly agreed. Honestly, he was
terrified, but even the changing dynamic; his gun being reloaded;
hadn't changed the prisoner-warden mindset which drove him to
survive. Off the two women went, Trent in tow. Battle wasn't as
glorious as his ancestors had described. It was awful and he never
wanted to experience that again if he could help it.
The Assault.
While Trent's group sought out financial opportunities within the
scope of Havenstone's possessions, or new acquisitions, Khalid's
group sought out the same information concerning operations of
Havenstone's enemies. Though he had never admitted it, even to
himself, he relished the challenge. This was some James Bond bullshit
he was caught up in here at Havenstone.
When the assault began, he was at the water cooler, chatting up
his; he hated the term; baby mamma. She and the other Amazons found
his lack of understanding of the pregnancy situation to be amusing.
After all, she had only known a week thus was only seven weeks in
that condition. Then the silent alarm went off.
"I didn't know we were having a drill?" Mutia, his
lover, commented.
"Then this might not be a drill," one of his coworkers
replied. The ladies began sprinting toward the gun locker even as
they checked the readiness of their sidearms. At the locker the
supervisor was directing the women to their battle stations; Mutia
was in the 'reaction force'; even as another Amazon handed out the
assault weapons and the bandolier of spare magazines.
"What are you doing here?" the supervisor asked him. "Go
back to your station and take cover there."
"No," Khalid protested. "I want one. This is my
home too."
"Wait here," the supervisor said. Khalid nodded.
"How do we know you can be trusted?" she asked once the
last of the Amazons had been armed and rushed off to their station.
"Mutia is carrying my child," Khalid explained. "That
is who I'm fighting for."
"Here," the supervisor said," as she repeated the
process with Khalid. "Join the 'reaction force'. When there is a
breach, you will go to it. Kill everyone who isn't one of us."
"Understood," Khalid nodded. Inside of him a fury was
building, but for the first time in months it wasn't aimed at any
woman, or group of women.
Someone was threatening his lover and his child, for fuck's sake.
They had to pay. Khalid jogged off to join Mutia and the others. The
supervisor began going over her positions so was on the opposite side
of the building when the Condo team blew an emergency door and
penetrated the building from that direction. In this case, their
object was not just to kill as many Amazons as possible, but to
locate their on sight computer network and download whatever
sensitive data lay within.
As the sounds of the fighting echoed through the building, the
supervisor ordered the 'reaction force' to proceed to the 'sound of
the guns'. Khalid, ahead of the others, began jogging in the general
direction of the bullets.
"Khalid, wait," Mutia called out.
"They are going to the computer room," he intuited. "We
need to hurry."
With him in the lead, the Amazons rushed to keep up. Khalid was
saved by the expedience of the Condottieri sentry looking the other
way for an instance combined with the sponginess of the wooden floor
absorbing the sound of his foot falls. The two men collided, but
Khalid was both the bigger man and consumed by rage. He slammed the
stock of his PDW into the man's face once; twice; three times. As the
enemy slumped down, he stomped on his neck, breaking it.
"Let's go," he whispered to the rather impressed
Amazons.
And Khalid led the way. As the 'reaction force' burst into the
Computer Room, they caught the Condo's unprepared for their sudden
arrival. Bullets began to fly around the room. In the exchange of
lead, Mutia was hit in the chest; a really bad wound. Seeing that,
something inside Khalid snapped. His military lineage was nothing
compared to that of Trent, but some of his poorer relations had gone
on to become police officers.
Still, he had an ancestor in the 54th Massachusetts Regiment in
the Civil War. When he first saw the film Glory his heart had swelled
with pride. In that instance, he felt that ancestor calling to him
the way Denzel Washington's character had cried out to his fellow
warriors in that climactic final scene. After that, he didn't
remember much else.
In the classic sense, he went berserk. He fired his weapon on
fully automatic until it was empty then he charged. He was hit twice
yet refused to succumb to the shock and pain. He slammed into the
closest Condottieri, lifted the man up and threw him at two others.
He jumped on that jumbled pile of humans attacking with inhuman
ferocity.
His fists, forearms, elbows, knees and feet were all weapons and
he didn't stop until an Amazon pulled him off. Then she finished off
the mangled men with her pistol; each earned a shot to the nose
bridge. For a second no one said a thing.
"We've got a breach on the other side of the building,"
the Amazon related. "Can you still carry on?"
"Sure," he slurred slightly, coming down from that
organic combat high.
"You've been shot twice and stabbed once, so I'm just
curious," she pointed out.
Khalid looked down at his own bloody body then back up to the
Amazon.
"Mutia?"
"She might pull through," the Amazon shrugged.
"Let's go then," he shook his head a few times to clear
the lingering cobwebs. The Amazon took his PDW from him, put in a
fresh magazine then returned it before turning and headed out the
room, Khalid followed along to the best of his ability. Only later
did Mutia explain things to him. He hadn't experienced 'Black Rage'.
What he had gone through was much older and more primal; a
trance-like fury in which he never lost focus on who the enemy was;
and who wasn't.
It was something the Amazons had a long history with; those
special warriors who could set aside pain and debilitating wounds for
the sake of one's people. His hate had never been focused on the
Amazons, and that was a critical thing and noted by all who saw him
fight, or recover.
"Maybe we were wrong about you," the supervisor said to
him after the battle was over and the surviving Condottieri had
escaped back to their boats.
Even then, over eighty littered the island dead; the Amazons were
not interested in taking prisoners. In contrast, the Amazons suffered
thirty-eight dead and seventy-one wounded enough to need some time to
recuperate. Khalid and Trent; but mostly Khalid; were given new
respect by the Amazons and the offer was given for them to return to
'the World' and Havenstone if they so desired.
Brian had been recaptured, but also was given the possibility of
returning to the outside world. After all, his genetics hadn't turned
out to be all that exceptional when put in the crucible of battle.
Needless to say, all three men agreed to return to the World.
Captivity, no matter how attractive, or meaningful, was still slavery
in their minds.
Brian signed every bit of paper they put before him, such was his
anxiety about being caught trying to escape with the Condottieri.
Trent signed with greater trepidation. Though he had acted with some
sense of martial ability, his heart hadn't been it. Khalid showed the
most regret and it took both Trent and a recovering Mutia to convince
him to return to his world and his family.
Since he harbored the desire to see his child come into the world,
he decided to remain in Havenstone; not even a 'Runner', just a male.
When he finally met up with Cáel and Felix, he was clearly
surprised they'd both made it on the outside. The lunch they shared
on Khalid's second day back in New York City was eye opening for the
lot of them that was for sure. Still, each of the five of the New
Hires had survived, in one form or another.
Finally Back Home
Havenstone Headquarters, New York City
I biked into work early Tuesday morning. I had spent most of
Sunday recovering from the Great Hunt and my grievous wounds
inflicted on me by Elsa. Monday had been devoured by my flight from
Buenos Aires to New York. I had stumbled into my apartment late
Monday night to find Odette, Timothy and Sovann waiting for me.
They hugged me and congratulated me on my victory in the Great
Hunt without me telling them a damn thing. They read it on my face
and in my posture. Afterwards I showered and went to bed. Odette
cuddled up next to me, but didn't demand sex so I went without. I was
so damn tired inside and out from the three day ordeal.
Felix Shines.
In my mind's eye, I went back over the events as they unfolded,
Felix's stunning reversal of fortune saving my ass, and even my
whispered memory from Alal. I made a mental note to contact my blood
brother, the Great Khan, and thank him for his gift of the ninja team
which also saved our combined asses on more than one occasion.
Yet, real sleep evaded me. Instead I was submerged in a
combination of my own thoughts and memories with those of Alal; is
growing up into his powers and the secrets he had seized from the
Ancient World as well as his own current immortality; his avatar of
willpower
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Cáel Defeats The Illuminati: Part 19.
The Great Hunt.
Book 3 in 19 parts, By FinalStand.
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Hunt is never an easy thing because in the Wild there are things
which hunt the hunters'
September 11th: First Day Of The Great
Hunt
Central Argentina
Felix was still nursing his hurt hand when I came back from my
Ishara-space.
"Well?" he smirked.
"Plenty of good news," I smirked right back from the
place where I had dropped when Felix had cold-cocked me. "Suffice
it to say the weather on the final day will be in our favor; no more
precise answer than that from the goddess SzÃ©lAnya; plus
our horses will not throw us, or give away our position. That's from
the Goddess Epona by the way."
"Finally, the Goddess Ishara will be watching over us and our
travails... she will send omens to warn us of hunters closing in as
well as talk to me in my dreams. Apparently she doesn't want me; us;
to shame her in this contest so is taking this competition seriously.
Mind you, this means the other goddesses will be taking this contest
seriously as well, so we have our work cut out for us again."
"What is Ishara the Goddess of again?" the
teased me.
"Oaths, love and medicine," I repeated my answer.
"Fine," the grinned, "is there any goddess in my
corner?"
"None that bothered talking to me," I snorted. "Want
me to knock you out and see what you can see?"
"Nah... I'm Felix Melena. I work better alone."
"You mean in alone in a team of two, right?"
"Yeah; a team of four actually, Nyilas. Don't forget our
mounts," Felix motioned to our two horses.
I was ecstatic because they had brought Peppermint down from
'Summer Camp' for this romp through the Pampas. To me she was the
perfect mare for this endeavor.
Felix had been gifted with a spirited gelding named 'Thunderbolt';
'Rayo' in Spanish. He was a black haired beast with white sox and a
white diamond on his forehead. Felix had wanted a stallion, but the
Horse-mistresses of Epona had nixed that choice as highly impractical
for a horse-virgin such as himself. I had to agree as stallions had
far too much spirit and the likelihood of one making noise when it
smelled an unknown mare was far too high... so a gelding it was.
Not that an 'unknown' mare was that much of a possibility. See, we
had been put down where the other thirty huntresses would also be
starting from; a makeshift corral our host Freehold had put together
as the entrance to some 'badlands' in which the hunt would be taking
place. There ten Amazons; with their own mounts; manned the place,
fed the horses and made sure no one cheated out of the starting gate.
We had our 24 hours head start on our pursuers, but that didn't
turn out to be the huge edge we thought it would be. We were given
the first part of our map... which led to the area we would find our
second part of our map... and so on until sometime late Saturday
night, or Sunday morning, we would find the final part of our map
which would direct us to where our extraction point would be.
We were to be extracted at Noon; not sunset as we had originally
been told; on Sunday. Actually, anytime between ten minutes before to
ten minutes after... so fair this was not seeing as we were novice
outdoorsmen. Still, those were the rules we were given so off we went
early Thursday morning. In the truest Amazon fashion, this was to be
a contest which required the utmost skill and endurance to win.
Heading out, Felix and I were deciding on what the enemy strategy,
or strategies, would be. We figured some would start by simply
trailing us seeing as how they were better both at tracking as well
as doing so from horseback. The second group would follow a
different, but equally difficult 'Treasure Hunt' toward our final
point of extraction and wait for us there.
I reminded Felix that neither he nor I nor any of the Amazons
would be riding our horses to death, or even injury, because that
wasn't the Amazon way. Such callous disregard for one's mount wasn't
in them and we had to follow that dictum, or suffer irreparable harm
to our own 'honor' should we do so and somehow win. Doing so and
losing... we decided to not even go there.
This also meant we had to take time for our horses to graze and
find water for them to drink along the way. After getting that
lecture, Felix wondered out loud if it wouldn't be a better idea for
us to let our horses loose and 'hoofing' it ourselves seeing as how
the Amazons would also have to follow the same horse etiquette. I had
to remind him reluctantly how much faster horses could travel. Horses
were the way to go.
The difference was there was no rapid charging across the
landscape with the Sun at our backs as we headed out. No, we took it
at a steady trot until we hit our first terrain feature; a steady
gradient cut in the side of a canyon which had been created over the
millennia by the forces of wind and rain. Down we went. Our horizon
sunk down until all we had were the walls of the canyon.
Our map directed us to take this route to the first 'treasure
horde', whatever that was. By the way we were moving and how the Sun
slowly crawled up above us; recall it was almost 'spring' down under;
we figure we were making good progress toward our first target...
which we located without too much hassle around noon.
It was a Bonanza! Not for us, but for the horses. We had four bags
of grain for our mounts. We humans received some sort of
indescribable jerky (since it was probably not human we decided to
eat it... later [it turned out to be the local flightless bird and it
tasted like chicken jerk jerky too!]). There was also the second part
of our map which led us farther out into the wilderness. Off we went.
Third Treasure Trove.
By evening we had found our third treasure trove. The second had
contained two compasses and two hatchets (Yippee!). The third had
contained two sections of twenty-five meter rope and some flint and
tinder so we could start a fire. Felix was all for this as it was
butt-numbing cold already and we were damn tired from a day full of
riding.
We compromised by creating a banked fire. We also decided to sleep
instead of pushing on. It was pretty dark outside even with the
three-quarters Moon above. We definitely didn't want to walk our
mounts into something which could bring them up lame this early in
the contest. I assured Felix we couldn't abandon them and leading
them would be torture. Essentially we would be disqualified.
I won the compass toss and got to sleep the first part of the
night. Felix woke me around Moon-set and then I kept watch; there
were predators about, or so we believed; until sunrise. Then we ate
the last of the jerky, fed and watered our mounts then head out once
more. This time our hearts began to hammer within their cages and
every noise had sinister implications.
See, the Amazons are cheating bitches of all cheating bitches and
could have started after us at 12:01 last night and pushed on
following our trail through the night. Being expert horsewomen and
spectacular trackers they could do shit like that. We, their prey,
had to be clever in other ways. What those ways were weren't
relatively apparent though.
Maybe Pamela could show up and, after slapping me upside my head,
give me a clue. No Pamela arrived though so we were on our own.
Shortly after the Sun crested the canyon walls; we kept to the
canyons just in case; we came across the fourth 'trove'... and it was
chilling. We received two binoculars and some more jerky (it was to
be our lunch). The binoculars were the chilling part because if WE
had some then most likely the Amazons behind us had some as well.
Also, the way from our fourth treasure to out fifth put us in the
horns of a dilemma. We could either cut over the sides of the canyon
to where the fifth treasure trove/map was, or keep to the canyon and
travel three times the distance. After a quick discussion followed by
some 'rock-paper-scissors' (complete with a prayer to Dot Ishara), I
won, so up and over the side we went.
To reduce the size of our silhouette, we dismounted and led our
horses across the... and stumbled across a herd of cattle; Sweet
Mother Ishara! We moved through the herd, waved to the accompanying
Amazon gaucho, and went on our way. Felix muttered something about my
'dumb' luck. He-he-he-he-he... We talked to the gaucho, turned on the
charm and convinced her to not tell any of our pursuers we had come
by this way.
She was like nineteen years old and I could tell really took a
shine to Felix... so he promised to come back and visit her the
moment he won the contest. After we departed her and her
track-erasing herd of cattle, I pulled him aside.
"You had better keep that promise to that girl. If you don't,
she and her kinfolk will hunt your ass down and tag you like a mule
deer in the Yellowstone," I cautioned him.
"I know. I know," he grinned. "These are some crazy
ass bitches. Besides, being the lone male in a freehold of women has
its own appeal."
I thought we were in safe territory again when Felix finally asked
that doom-laden question.
"Cáel , where have all their dudes gotten off to?"
'Oh shit', I mused. How much of the truth could Felix handle?
"I'm only telling you this because I like you," I said
then took a deep breath. "They sold them to the Nine Clans...
they are a bunch of assassins."
"Really?" he studied me. Like he was going to catch me
in a lie after four years of dating the most dangerous game on this
Earth; girlfriends.
"Really. Where do you think they get those legion of ninja
and combat fighters from? Sure their life expectancy isn't what we
have, but it is much better than they would have if they stayed
home." There was some part of the truth in that.
"That seems... short-sighted."
"What do you think guys like us are for? Now they won't have
to kidnap local passer-byers for weeklong orgies."
"How come words has never gotten out about this?" Felix
was relentless.
"It has from time to time, but Havenstone makes sure such
reports are relegated to the realm of tabloids and UFO aficionados.
If that doesn't work, they bribe some people to bury the story. If
that doesn't work, they kill some people."
"Now that I believe," Felix nodded.
"That they kill people to keep their secrets?"
"Absolutely. They look like the kind of girlfriend who
wouldn't be happy unless she burns your balls before your eyes after
you break up."
"How succinct," I nodded back.
"So, are we ever going to see Khalid, Trent, or Brian again?"
"Sure... they are only being kept prisoners and milked of
their seeds... but I can arrange for you go to go meet them if you
really want to," I offered.
"No thanks," Felix shook his head then grinned. "They
washed out while only you and I remain. Let me find them on my own
and get some sort of permission from Ms. Love (Katrina) first. I
thought Khalid was kind of cool and Trent was the kind of brother I
could invite out for a beer, or ten."
"Not Brian?"
"Brian was too invested in himself and his weevil-ing ways. I
couldn't trust him at my back, or with my girl. Mind you, I wouldn't
trust you with my girl either, but we are otherwise okay."
"Smart move. I have exceedingly low impulse control around
the ladies plus an over-developed libido."
"Yeah," he smiled my way. "I'd trust you in a knife
fight, but not with someone I loved. You are way too smooth, Nyilas.
Way too smooth."
"What brought that revelation on?"
"Ms. Lee (Brooke). Normally I can mend any fence with any
girl I come across, but not with her after she'd been with you. I
admire that," he studied me.
"So, are you and Gene going to be a regular thing?"
"Yeah. I think so. I still expect me to be getting plenty of
tail at Havenstone once I win this thing, but having a less-lethal
girl on the outside wouldn't suck either."
So much like me... I admired that about the guy.
"Once we win, don't ya mean?"
"Sure thing, Nyilas," he chuckled. "I figure it
helps me to help you across the finish line. The better standing you
end up in the better an ally you make back at work."
"That reminds me; Katrina told me they are going to spin
this; your participation in this inaugural Great Hunt is that all
sins are forgiven; yadda, yadda, yadda. Thus you still walking around
Havenstone being the bad boy you are."
"Clever lady and always thinking ahead. Is she seeing
anybody?"
"No, and dude, you don't want to go there. She is far too
clever by half to fall for any of our reindeer games. She scares me,"
I cautioned him.
"All the more reason to pursue her," he snorted.
"Go for it," I shrugged. Hey, I'd warned the guy.
"What about that blonde number I saw you with... Elsa was
it?"
Oh, he knew exactly who Elsa was, but he was acting all nonchalant
about his treatment at her hands.
"Yeah. Elsa. What about her?"
"Is she in your stable?"
"Nope. Not really," I shrugged. "Going after her
too?"
"Oh, definitely."
"Good luck with that," I sighed. He'd learn the hard
way.
"There is something you are not telling me."
"Yeah. She has the hots for me. Wants to own me... and not in
a good way."
"Oh... is that your way of cautioning me to be wary of her?"
"Most definitely. Elsa is one scary lady and she already
knows who and what we both are."
"What are we?" he was eyeballing me again.
"Hunters on the prowl. Guys who like a challenge. In your
case, the guy who only wants the best. I'm more of an omnivore."
"You mean you are a man-slut," he snorted.
"Got me," I chuckled.
"So, you think she's out of my league?"
"No. I think she is Katrina's friend and Katrina sees right
through both of us. Elsa might not have those interpersonal skills,
but she's twice as lethal. Trust me on that; I've fought her."
"How tough was she?"
"Beat me black and blue then choked me out because I wouldn't
surrender."
"Oh... I'd like to get her on the mats."
"Good luck with that then. Become a 'Runner' and there is
even more I can tell you about her. Right now it is all simply
in-house stuff."
"Corporate confidentiality details, eh? Executive Services
purview and stuff like that. Man, I was wrong to look down on your
branch of service. I apologize."
"Why thank you. I honestly never thought I'd get a sincere
apology from you."
"I can be wrong once in your lifetime," Felix laughed,
"and I'm man enough to admit it."
"Oh... and thanks for the sim-cards. They helped me get off
that deserted atoll."
"No problem. That was Katrina's idea though."
"Well, you got them to us so surreptitiously the Chinese
suspected nothing."
"Don't you mean those rogue Albanians?"
"Yeah... them too," I laughed along with him.
"I think we can be friends, Nyilas," he grinned.
"I think so too. I didn't think so originally. On the first
day you and the others treated me like the country bumpkin, but now I
think you see me as a survivor... just like you."
"Precisely. You know I had the option of leaving
Havenstone... no matter how this affair turns out."
"And you didn't take it? Who offered you this opportunity
anyway?"
"Katrina."
"It might have been a ruse," I warned him. "These
bitches don't play fair."
"I took that into account... but I love the challenge of this
place. It is like no other work environment on Earth. Challenges
every day, hot women all around, and the chance to risk my life on a
monthly basis. Screw regular corporate America. I've found the place
where I belong."
Felix sounded so enthusiastic. I hoped he understood the fate he
was embracing. I also hoped he found a niche in Havenstone which
allowed him to live out his life... hopefully a long, long life.
Maybe I should warn him about the 'cliffs'? Perhaps once we had won
and were safely back in Havenstone's motherly embrace.
Hiding.
Fortune favored us backtracking from our seventh treasure trove;
our dinner and more grain for the horses. A few birds flew up out of
the brush ahead of us. I took that as a sign from Ishara.
"Felix," I hissed. "Hide!"
We looked around and found a draw away from the main canyon floor
for us to slink into. I used some brush to cover our side tracks then
ran back to cover.
No sooner had I gotten there than two Amazons came trotting past
us. The lead one was Svetlana Inara and she was tracking us from the
saddle. The second one was Beatrice Astarte who was scanning the
environment as they moved together following our trail up this vein
of the canyon. As soon as they were around the next corner of the
vein, Felix and I mounted up and raced down the other way.
The sand floor covered our hoof-falls and we had to go that way
anyway. We had barely covered the distance to the next draw when we
spotted two more Amazons following our earlier trail this way. We had
Two Amazon parties on our trail and it wasn't even Friday night yet!
This group spotted us and gave chase. They must have ridden their
horses hard to get this far because we quickly left them in our dust.
This allowed us to slow down a bit and deviate over to where the
eight 'treasure' was. Our map had us going back down his particular
draw which I thought was most unwise, so we went over the lip of the
draw dismounted and led our horses at a rapid run; for us humans;
across the greater landscape. Thank SzÃ©lAnya, a late
afternoon rainstorm fell upon us as we dropped down into the next
vein of the canyon before the pursuing Amazons crested the draw we
had exited.
We walked through the rain until the sun set then debated what to
do next. We were going to need light to figure out where the eighth
treasure was at; they were all somewhat hidden. We had to keep moving
no matter what because we doubted the Amazons on our asses were going
to let up. We decided when we got close to the eighth treasure horde
I would do the searching while Felix stood watch on the entrance to
the draw.
Using a hatchet I cut off a branch from a bush and set it alight
so I could see what I was doing. It took me twenty long minutes to
figure out where the treasure was hidden... night-vision goggles and
the map to the ninth map piece. Gleefully, I went back down to where
Felix was except... no Felix. Oh Shit! I slipped back and put on my
night-vision goggles, got a hatchet at the ready and returned,
scanning about.
I spotted one Amazon... she was Carla Nemain... and I recalled her
being teamed with Ella Mielikki. Anyway, I tried to sneak up on Carla
and it almost worked. At the last moment the cloud cover cleared and
the three-quarters Moon revealed me. She spun on me with twin
fighting sticks while I tried to brain her with the flat side of my
hatchet.
Yours truly took two punishing blows to his ribs while only
clipping her with my hatchet. Still, the blow appeared to cause her
to stumble so I pressed my advantage. I knocked one of her two sticks
out of her hand then missed twice. I thought I heard someone coming
up hard behind me. Well... fuck!
"What do you have?" Carla grumbled. "Are you trying
to kill me?"
I kept silent, pulling out my second hatchet and pressing my luck
a little further. I disarmed her and then hammered her down with a
hatchet to the top of her skull. Down she went. I spun around just in
time to see Ella Mielikki coming at me with a lasso. She launched it
a second too late and I was ab
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