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Evening Heat
by Tegeli
[Note: While a stand-alone, this story continues from 'Forced to
Frustration'.]
The news about unrest and the possibility of immediate total societal
collapse didn't matter in the little cabin hugging the side the huge
mountain. Truth be told, the building wasn't actually small. It even had
modern conveniences like warm water and a general fabricator. Only thing
that was truly missing was food that wasn't military grade preserves,
though Maurice did hunt and fish to add some variety. Additionally, the
season was right for berries and mushrooms, which I gathered to make
myself useful.
Despite the comfort, imagining our stay as a rustic getaway made it all
more romantic. There was no extensive household systems stopping me from
cooking or cleaning. Of course, with the automated equipment and only the
two us, there was never enough chores for it to feel like work. I could
keep on my sharp heels through it all without my feet tiring. And even if
walking on heels good part of the day had been uncomfortable, it would
have been worth the rewards Maurice gave to his 'busy girl'.
The self-regulating hormonal treatments, which I had been given back when
I was still confused about a lot of things, had continued to do wonders
on my body. Distinct curves had emerged on my torso, as my waist narrowed
and my hips became ever so wider. It wasn't magic, so my shoulders hadn't
become more slender, but they certainly looked acceptable, as more of my
mass was concentrated on my lower half.
The initial breast crafts had been good handfuls, but they had continued
to grow to a wonderful size. My tits had lost part of their perkiness,
but gained lovely natural heft to them in the process. My hormones were a
bit haywire, and so sometimes the mammary glands trickled. Such
occurrences drove my mind into far-flung fancies about motherhood, which
stoked my already consistent arousal to bouts of urgent heat.
Despite me being aroused a lot of the time, my penis stayed a shrunken
soft stub. It was only good for receiving master's rewards, anyhow, as my
testicles had shrivelled and almost disappeared inside me. Still, Maurice
kept my member caged when he wasn't around, just as a reminder that his
touch was much better than mine. Not that he didn't enjoy my touch, but
all things considered I was the more lucky partner.
Maurice had ventured into the woods for a short trip before dark. I had
cleaned up after the dinner and relaxed next to the cosy wood stove,
which was more of a decoration than real part of the heating. It was fun
to turn down the thermostat and huddle next to my master for warmth,
though often I ended up hot and bothered in his embrace.
The knock on the door startled me. Maurice would have had the key, even
if the security system hadn't recognized him. But we were deep into the
wilderness with no neighbours in any reasonable vicinity.
I went to the door, trying to make as little noise as possible with my
heels, even though any intruder would have seen inside from the
uncurtained windows.
The door-screen showed two men: one tall and wide one and the other more
evenly proportioned. They were dressed in outdoor gear and had backpacks
large enough for several days' trip.
Opening the door to strangers in middle of nowhere wasn't wise, but it
would have been rude to ignore them, if they were hikers in need of help.
I tried to call Maurice, but the mobile service was choppy again, and I
failed to connect.
It would have been nice to have visitors. The pair must have been warm-
blooded men, and I was admittedly an enjoyable sight --dressed in the
cute yet revealing short gown as I was. Making them jealous of Maurice
might have been fun. Besides, the door had a security chain, so I could
safely talk to them.
They smiled, when I peered from behind the door.
"Good evening, miss," the big one said. "I'm Peter and this is my pal
Ed."
The thin one nodded. "Evening."
"We'd ask for some help," Peter continued. "The sat-nav went tits up and
we... Kind of lost our place on the map."
"I'll go get a map," I said. "But it's getting late. If you waited for a
while for my--" The word 'master' would have caused odd questions.
"--husband to come, and you could spend the night indoors."
"That would be very kind of you," Peter said.
Without paying attention, I pushed the door closer to keep the night air
out. Peter slammed the door. The handle struck me on my side. My balance
gave, and I fell from my high heels.
A cutter whined through the security chain. Cruel grins split the men's
faces, as they invaded into the cabin. My shoes weren't designed for
rapidly getting up, so instead I scurried deeper into the main room.
"Turns out you weren't wrong about the prepper shelter," Peter said.
"Obviously," Ed said. "Though I didn't expect it to come with dolled-up
entertainment."
My heart thumped in my chest, but I had to keep the little wits I had.
Maurice would be back soon.
"If you don't leave," I snarled. "My husband will turn you into
mincemeat. He's out hunting."
"We'll deal with him, when the time comes," Peter said and pushed the
door closed. After hesitating a moment, he pressed the button to lock the
door.
Ed walked to me. "Now, behave yourself like a slut should, and we might
let you live it us, without tying you up in the basement."
I allowed him to pull me up on my knees.
"Damn, that cleavage sure is something," Peter said. Despite my
situation, I experienced a hint of satisfaction, bordering on pride. My
pair was a good one; large enough to show that their purpose really was
to be enjoyable to the gazes of men. But that privilege didn't belong to
these pricks.
Ed fumbled with his belt. "They can make them big easily these days."
"Those don't look fake at all."
"Still nothing special. Everyone's seen bigger naturals."
"I guess you are right." Peter smiled. "Hers are begging to be
manhandled, though."
The smaller man got his cock out. It lacked the pleasing aesthetic of my
master's ample member. I took a deep breath, and swung my head forward as
forcefully as I could.
The impact left me dazed. My skull must have hit his hip bone. But I
managed to clamber between the sofa and the tea table.
Peter's laugh was uproarious.
The doubled-over Ed wailed. "The damn bitch headbutted my dick! I'll cut
her up." He strode to me, but Peter placed his big hand on the smaller
man's shoulder.
"Now, now. The slut will learn her place easy enough." Peter walked to
me. "Stay still, or we'll start slicing off the parts of you we don't
need."
I couldn't fight off two men. Yet my mind worked despite the pain.
"Please, don't hurt me," I whined as pitifully as I could.
Peter smiled. "It's up to you, how rough this gets." He opened his
trousers and dug out of his rigid member. While it was better looking
than Ed's, neither the man or the tool matched my master.
I had a surprise in store, which I hoped would grant me an opening, so I
relaxed myself as Peter kneeled between my legs. He pulled my skirt up
and recoiled back standing. I didn't have any underwear, so what I had
was apparent.
"Well, look at that," Peter said. "There goes my plan for repopulating
humanity."
Ed still had a grimace on his face. "Damn. Let's waste the slag. We'll
find proper women."
I pouted and pushed my tits together with my arms. "Rude. Even I have
enough holes for pleasing two virile men." I pulled my legs against my
stomach and let them have an eyeful of my pucker, which was still pretty
and tight despite my master's girth.
Peter grinned. "I say we keep this one. At least until we get
replacements."
"Anything that moves." Ed sighed. "I'll check the house and stay on the
lookout for the husband, while you have your 'fun'."
Peter turned his head to watch Ed walk out of the room. That was a
mistake. My shoes, they weren't called stilettos for nothing. I kicked,
making sure to hit heel first.
The man howled. Anyone would have, with an inch of sharp heel sunk into
his groin. He tried to stomp on me, but I rolled under the tea table.
Before I could crawl away, a strong hand clasped my ankle. I struggled
and kicked, but the strong man easily pulled me out from my cover. He
grabbed the front of my dress, lifted me up and mashed me on the floor.
The slam was a hot burst of agony.
Breath left my lungs and my skull was like shattered. But I remained
conscious, so the damage couldn't truly be that bad. Yet, I was too dizzy
to move. Peter punched me in my face and stood up to kick me in the ribs.
"What the hell is going on?" Ed shouted.
Peter stopped. I remained still and I tried not to whimper. Ed appeared,
gave me a look and chuckled.
"I've reconsidered," Peter said. "Let's cut this slag up."
"Get away from my fianc?e." Maurice voice was pure command. "Hands up."
The fiends obeyed the man pointing a gun at them from the doorsill. For
the first time I was glad Maurice hunted with a rifle designed to put
large holes into body armoured targets.
"You were supposed to keep watch," Peter growled.
"I was! But the you started screaming, you dumb fu--"
"Quiet." Maurice walked into the room to take a look at me. "Are you
alright, honey?"
"Not... Really." The pain was immense, but everything in me appeared to
work.
"Can you stand up?"
I could, after sliding off my heels and by taking support from the sofa.
"Alright, good. Honey, take the implanters from the top left drawer."
I went to take the devices, which were for placing slow-release heavy
duty aphrodisiac implants under the skin. They had turned out to be too
potent for us to use. The stuff would have broken my mind, if I had one,
and my butt, if Maurice had.
"No sudden moves, creeps," Maurice growled. "Now, honey, just as we
practised. Place it on their neck, where you take the pulse."
It was scary, but the men didn't dare to move a muscle as I administered
the implants. After it was done, I hurried behind Maurice.
"Listen carefully," Maurice said. "I'd perforate you two right away, but
I don't want to deal with the mess rotten sacks of waste like you would
leave on the hardwood floor. Those implants are small yield explosives,
activated by a human scream. With a torn open neck artery, you'd pass out
in seconds and die soon enough. Of course, the sound sensor aren't the
most precise. Loud noises like alarms and even gunshots might trigger it.
Do you understand?"
The pair nodded. Ed reached to his neck.
"Stop!" Maurice barked. "Any tampering will trigger the device. The
implants will deactivate in a week or so. Or malfunction and explode.
It's a really crappy piece of tech, designed to be used on scum nobody
would miss. Your best bet is to get back to civilisation and find a
surgeon with bomb disposal training." He motioned with his gun. "Take off
your trousers and pants. Use your knives, so you can keep your shoes on."
Ed and Peter didn't pay notice to their already raging erections, as they
obeyed and dropped any equipment they had on their persons. As commanded,
they walked meekly out of the house naked save for shirts and shoes.
"If I see you again, I'll won't care about wooden flooring, no matter how
expensive," Maurice said. "Start running."
The men weren't particularly eager to dash into the dark chilly forest.
Maurice shot into the air, and the pair found their speed.
Maurice activated the security system at the full capacity and placed the
rifle in its slot. The painkillers had already dulled the worst of the
pain, but my heart still beat from the thrill of danger. The nearness of
death had been horrifying, so I wanted to live as much possible. I
slammed into Maurice and pulled him into needy kisses, which he answered.
The taste of blood from my broken lip added to the rush of emotions. My
body was so vulnerable, but Maurice was there to protect me.
I gasped from the lack of breathing. His smile was warm. A question
burned in my mind. "What did you mean by fianc?e, master?"
Maurice took off his ballistic smart shades. "I saw the indoor video,
though I couldn't help remotely. You called me your husband."
My mauled face warmed. "Sorry, master..."
He hugged me. "Don't be. The sort of girl I saw on the security feed; a
man would be mad not to marry her. And I can't have my girl be a liar,
now can I?" Maurice pulled back. "You will marry me, yes?"
"Of course!" I jumped, and with Maurice holding me up, I wrapped my legs
around him. It was nice that my master was big and strong enough to carry
me so effortlessly. The heat inside me easily drowned both my sense and
the ache of my face and side, so I crooned until Maurice understood to
carry me to the loft and its soft wide bed.
My limbs contorted from the excitement, when Maurice unlocked the cage
wrapping my member. His touch travelling all over my body was gentle, as
always. A real man didn't need to be rough to have mastered me. Fingers
sunk into the the soft flesh of my breasts. I moaned, as my mind was
jerked to new delightful tracks.
Maurice was making me his wife. I wanted to be everything that entailed.
In my fevered fancy, my thoughts skipped a step or two. I was already
fecund, ready for his seed. As reason tried to wrestle back control, I
squealed.
"Are you alright?" Maurice asked. "Maybe you should rest. You might have
a concussion."
"No! Give me your babies!" I gasped, as my proper sense trickled back.
Yet, the desire to start a family --the need to have progeny, aroused by
the brush with death-- didn't disappear.
Maurice rubbed my belly. I shivered and fought not to lose myself again.
"Sure I will, if you want it," Maurice said. "I know a guy... Rather
eccentric, but he's the best in the field and his still operating despite
all this hubbub." Maurice traced a finger up from my limp --but very
excited member-- up to my navel. "All based on your tissue; the whole
works perfectly functional. He even claims he could make the womanly
cycles adjustable. We could put as many buns in the oven as we wanted."
"Twins!" I gasped. "Or triplets. Or two of both."
"Let's talk about numbers when they are relevant." He squeezed a breast
hard enough to coax out a few droplets. "Are you sure, you are feeling
well? Still up for some 'dry training'?"
Even if he hadn't just saved me and proposed to me, I would have been
desperate for his touch. Now the urge was a storm tide flooding over the
breakwater of my poor shaken brain.
I needed to have Maurice hold me close, so after he lubed his member, I
asked him to sit against the wall. I positioned myself with my back to
him, ready to sit on his lap. He placed his cock to my pucker. I let
gravity and the strength of his arms impale me on him. The entrance was
forceful but smooth. Though I cried out, it had been just the way I loved
it.
Maurice wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck. With him
deep inside me, I didn't need more to enjoy myself. Yet his hand lowered
to reward me for the sensations my quivering butt must have given him.
While his touch on my needy stub was delightful, I knew I wouldn't miss
it. The replacement would be more purposeful, in any case.
We were in no hurry, so our movements remained slow and subdued. When I
finally climaxed, the pressure had built up enough, that its release
radiated through my legs all the way my instinctively curling toes.
Maurice soon came where he should: inside his fianc?e.
While Maurice went down to prepare the steam bath, I enjoyed the
afterglow of momentarily abated passion and tried to make sense of my
desires. It was still hard to believe Maurice had proposed to marry me.
We had spent several deeply enjoyable months together, but it was
difficult to see myself as worthy of him as my husband. Nevertheless, I'd
do my best.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Though the original story ended where I think it should have, I decided
to write down snippets that still floated in my head.
Thanks for reading. All comments are appreciated.
All rights are waived on this text, CC0.
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