Pax MultiChapter 10 free porn video

This is a FigCaption - special HTML5 tag for Image (like short description, you can remove it)

“You absolute bastard!” Lou snarled, stepping forward – but a pair of Federal marines in power armor were there to grab him and slam him back down into a chair. Their metal gauntlets were shockingly gentle, considering their enhanced strength, but Lou still felt terribly impotent in their grip. His hands tightened into fists and he glared at Admiral Bosch, who shook his head slowly, looking sad.

“That is the problem with you Neopolitans. You’re so sentimental. Embracing tradition for aesthetic reasons, without understanding their true value. You think you can defang our past – remove everything that made it sharp and hard and power. But humanity is not a coddled pet that you could render impotent. We are built on generations of struggle, conflict, the Manichean battle between good and between evil...” He spread his hands wide. “Between good, honest, Aryan people, and the corruptive forces of Marxism, anarchism, decadence...”

“Sir.”

“You think that a petty monarchy can stand against such forces? You, yourself, are already corrupted by it! You have fallen in love with a mass murdering bug! A roach!” Bosch’s hands came together before his chest as he walked towards Lou, glaring down at him wildly. “An inhuman creature! And you didn’t merely consort to a fiction, to control it, to lull it into a false sense of security. You love it.”

“ ... sir!”

“And that,” Bosch hissed, leaning in close enough that his breath warmed Lou’s face. “That is why you failed, my Prince. And that is why the Neopolitan Star Empire will bend the knee to the Federated States as the United Human Polities are reshaped into-”

“SIR!”

Bosch turned – and didn’t see Lou’s smirk.

On the force projection maps that were being used to plot out the arrayed forces of the Federated States navy, the singular blip that was the lighthugger bearing the diplomatic envoys from Alpha Centauri had continued to draw closer – but there was a tiny glyph on it designating that it had ceased firing its stabdrive. “The lighthugger is on an intercept vector with our L2 fleet. They’re not responding to laser pings or radio coms.” The woman who was speaking sounded steely and confident – the picture of a fascist officer. “Lieutenant Admiral Langston is asking for permission to open fire.”

“The king and queen of Venus are on that ship,” Bosch said, frowning. “They need to surrender ... have you sent the image of their son? And said that his life is forfeit unless they surrender?”

“Yes, sir. The lighthugger is still on an attack vector.”

“It can’t be on an attack vector. It’s unarmed!” Bosch said, his lip curling. “Prep marine pods.”

“Yes sir.”

Lou chuckled.

Bosch turned, his eyes narrowing. “Soon, I will have your parents in custody as well, princeling.”

Lou leaned his head back slightly. “Admiral...” he paused, then glanced out the window, at the buzzing pyramid that was the quantum interference device that the Admiral hoped would kill his wife. Beatrice’s hive mind depended on quantum communications to function – signaling from mind to mind in her trillions of bioforms faster than the speed of light. But there was something more powerful even than the ability of quantum wave-forms to interact at superluminal speeds – something that Lou relied upon, right now, when hope should have been lost.

His wife.

Not her powers, not her billions of bodies, not her alien nature.

Her.

“What? Spit it out,” Bosch snarled. “Did you build some weapons on that tub? Some defenses?”

“No, actually,” Lou said, chuckling. “It’s just before we left, before I decided to spend the trip out of cryogenic storage, my wife said that to be alone for a year would be several million eternities. Each entity, a second.” His eyes flickered as he looked up at Bosch. “You left my wife alone on a starship, with the entire history of the human race at her fingertips, a fabricator, and three trillion minds spread across three solar systems ... and you gave her nearly thirty million seconds. Thirty million eternities. With. One. Goal.”

Bosch’s face was reddening.

“Me,” Lou said, casually. “And, if the pain in my chest is any indication, you only yanked the communication grub I had in me out when I was thawing. So she knows exactly where I am.”

Lou did not grin.

He showed his teeth.

“To borrow a phrase my friend Godfucker might use ... you done fucked up.”

Bosch turned back and screamed at the top of his lungs – his face red, his voice cracking: “FIRE ON THAT LIGHTHUGGER!”

It was already too late.

A lighthugger approaches a solar system rear first. Normally, it spends only the last few hours of its flight into the system decelerating, using its stabdrive to put out crushing levels of force to snap its speed down from near light to something approximating normal, Newtonian velocities. This is done at the edge of the system, to minimize the chances of slamming into any small chunk of matter that might slip past the magnetic deflection screens.

For the lighthugger bearing Beatrice Benoit and the rest of the diplomatic envoy team and the cargo recovered from Charon, the modifications made to their flight had required some changes. The ship hadn’t used the full power of the stabdrive, it had accelerated at one gravity for half the trip, then decelerated for the other half. This meant that, as it approached Mars, it did so with its drive still burning.

Until the light went out.

Every astrogation program in the Federal fleets instantly changed their projected ETAs for the lighthugger. In one of the counter intuitive parts of interstellar warfare, by turning off their engine, the lighthugger was now going to arrive sooner. It was going at such a clip, in fact, that the crews onboard the various ships in the L2 fleet all began to hastily make ready for a fast pass battle. It would require less actual human involvement than a more standard slugging match. Instead of battery and counter battery fire, interception missiles and chaff clouds, the entire battle would take place over several seconds as the two ‘fleets’ passed through one another.

It was likened by some to a bullet firing past another bullet, and both bullets then trying to shoot one another with more bullets.

“Our forward laser arrays are locked in and coilguns are primed, sir!” the gunnery control officer aboard the flagship of the L2 fleet, the Bismark IV, said, looking towards Lieutenant Admiral Langston, who sat in the acceleration couch of the bridge, glowering.

“Damn bastards couldn’t even give us the satisfaction of a proper fight.” He shook his head. “Give things over to the SIs.”

“Sir, the Bismark III and IX are reporting that there are strange energy signatures coming from the lightthugger,” the coms officer says.

For not the first time in his storied carrier, Lt. Admiral Langston wished that the naval registry of acceptable ship names drawn from the glorious history of their people was a tiny bit longer. Would it really hurt to include, say, Yamato? The Musashi? They weren’t really properly white names, but ... still, it had to be better than having, in the list of Thor class battleships, nine different Bismarks. Honestly. Langston looked ahead, to the forward screens of his bridge – which showed the telescopically magnified view of the lighthugger. He didn’t need a comptech to tell him something strange was happening – tiny flashes were sparkling along the edges of the lighthugger, in spreading, triangular patterns.

“They’re firing the deicing charges!”

“Fools,” Langston chuckled. “That ice armor was their best chance at-”

A star-bright drive flare exploded from the expanding mass of ice chunks and mist that had once been the lighthugger. A single scout ship – a two seater rocket with more telescopes than sense – situated at the edge of the fleet’s orbital path managed to snap a single, blurry shot of what was the life support containment and stabdrive of the former lighthugger, accelerating towards a stable orbit around Earth. It carried every sleeper berth and what was left of the cargo hold, and nothing else. The remaining superstructure of the lighthugger was spreading among that mist of ice and dust – and the confusion that the cloud of particulates wrought on the fleet’s sensor suite could not be overestimated.

In battles that take seconds, moments of confusion and indecision could cost the war.

“Sir, should we loose the fire control SIs?”

“No,” Langston growled. “If we fire into that mess, we’ll hit mostly vacuum! The cowards are running and think that we can’t track them back to wherever that drive structure went. Trace it, n-”

The cloud of debris rippled.

And from it came horrors.

They were each different. Each unique, in its own cleverly sadistic way. Covered with glowing chunks of carapace that acted as radiators for biologies designed to operate at chemical temperatures beyond anything seen in normal life, their bodies studded with crystalline growths that mimicked agrav generators and unified field focusing lenses, the bioforms that spilled into space each looked like a neon glow nightmare. The commonality was grasping tentacles, dripping maws, and eyes. A whole hell of a lot of eyes.

They flung themselves forward, agrav fields dropping their mass to a feather as their thruster organs spilled superheated, high pressurized fluids into space, and corkscrewed into the L2 fleet, broadcasting terribly human warcries over the radio frequencies.

“Come on boys! Lets FUCK EM UP!”

The first of the bioforms smashed into the Bismark II, a Thor class battleship and cut their way through the hull with acid tipped claws. They writhed into corridors and began to flow past crew and marines like liquid death – leaving behind screaming, stunned survivors in their wake. Those with guns usually found their arms missing, while those without were left stuck to the walls by glistening, fast hardening resin. The marines usually fared the worst of it – they were set upon by snarling, hissing monsters that usually sprang on them two, three, four at once. Claws snipped and snapped, and sometimes, they managed to get the armor off without killing the marine underneath. But gentleness wasn’t really their end goal – and more than a few Federal marines were left as quivering, dripping piles of acid seared flesh.

Langston, on his bridge, kept gaping as screams came from every ship in the fleet. Some were already flickering, their IFF signals going dark.

‘What is going on!?” He shouted. “Why ... how!? Their hive mind is dead!”

“I don’t know, sir!” a com tech screamed. “I didn’t build the fucking thing!”

The door to the bridge exploded inwards and two scorpion like bioforms – low and snarling. Langston yanked out his pistol, swinging it around and aiming it straight at the first of the scorpions, who leaped at him, snipping his hand off with a single claw – while a voice emerged from it. “Ah ah, nope!” Langston gaped at the stump of his hand and began to scream as the other scorpion clattered over to a computer, reared up, and revealed that its belly could open to reveal nimble, human like hands, which tapped away at the computers.

Missiles began to streak off the side of the Bismark – and every other Thor class. They began to sweep towards the L1 and L3 fleets. Laserfire started to swat them from the sky.

But in the end.

There were an awful lot of missiles.

Lou leaned back in the seat, grinning as he watched Admiral Bosch, his eyes widening, his jaw hanging open in mute shock as he watched light after light go out on his big board. “How? How? The hive mind is dead, how is she DOING this!?” He grabbed one of the few people in the room who wasn’t wearing a military uniform – some kind of scientist, if Lou didn’t miss his guest. “Why isn’t the Project working?”

“I-I don’t know, sir!” the scientist stammered. “M-Maybe the, the, the propagation effects aren’t working at the same scale we thought, maybe they’re out of the range, and only once they come closer...”

“That won’t matter if they take out our fleets!” Bosch shouted. “Mobilize our SDS systems, prepare to ward off orbital attack!” The men and women that he shouted at began to work – but Lou could already see the orbital strategy of the attackers ... of his wife ... beginning to form. The L2 fleet had been the primary defensive fleet, with the L1 and L3 fleets being significantly smaller. Both of them were currently busy dealing with the missiles from the boarded and hijacked ships – and the bugs were continuing on their blitz towards Mars. They looked like they were taking advantage of the relatively thin atmosphere and their agrav capacity – Lou had guessed that they had that, if only because of their visible acceleration curve on the charts – to just throw themselves at the planet and decelerate at the last second.

They were carrying large objects with them, though...

“Sir, there is a wave heading straight for this facility,” an officer said.

Bosch nodded, then glared at Lou. “Men, bring him to his feet,” he snapped – and the marines dragged Lou to his feet. Lou, still naked, smiled at Bosch.

“Feeling nervous, Bosch?”

“When those bugs get close to Etemenanki, they’ll regret this,” Bosch muttered. “Their regret not bowing before me...” He snapped his fingers. “Come on! We’re relocating to the secondary command bunker.” He began to stride off, the men at their stations looking at him, their eyes widening. The screens were beginning to fill with red as the Bugs came down – more of them seeming to emerge from the ships than what went inside of them. It was as if every single ship in the L2 fleet had become a flower and was spreading their seeds.

And the seeds were falling – falling towards the red planet.

Lou was grimly amused that, in the shoving and the hustling, no one had ever thought to give him pants. He was marched, naked, from the command rooms to the adjoining tube bridge that connected the command station to the pyramidal shape of Etemenanki. Bosch strode ahead, trying to look regal and impressive and not like a scared child. Behind him, Lou smirked as the marines walked him forward. At the edge of the horizon, where a distant city’s lights gleamed in the pale, rarefied atmosphere of Mars, Lou could see the streaks of reentry vehicles. No. Not vehicles.

Bugs.

“They’re going to be landing near biomass first,” he said, casually. “My wife isn’t going to kill human beings – but there’s still plenty of lichen.”

“Shut up,” Bosch snapped.

“Lichen and farm animals and compost and nutrient algae and-”

“Shut up!” Bosch turned to face him.

“Sir, you want me to...” One of the marines hefted up his arm and revved the rotary barrels on his recessed machine gun.

“Ah. Yes. A very wise move,” Lou said, casually. “Take the husband of a seven hundred and fifty million year old hive mind and kill him while she’s landing Mycetic spores on your homeworld and your orbital fleets are in shambles.” His voice was underlit by the sharp, harsh flares of upper atmosphere nuclear detonations – the pinprick flashes were eerily silent, like thunder beyond the range of sound. By now, the stars streaking through the atmosphere were multiplying into a blanketing shower. They weren’t all invading bugs, of course. A lot of it would be deorbiting space debris from wrecked starships.

“He’s right,” Bosch said, frowning. “But that doesn’t mean we cannot induce silence. Break his hand.”

Lou clenched his jaw. Hard. He refused, utterly, to give these men the satisfaction. It remained quite possibly the most difficult task he had ever set himself as the marine took his hand and, with utter ease, crushed it. Bones cracked and skin split as shocking, fierce, white hot pain shot up Lou’s arm. His teeth creaked and his breath hitched and caught. His face went pale and he managed, somehow, to keep himself standing ... until the marine let him go. Then he fell to one leg, his bloodied hand clutched to his chest, his breathing growing increasingly ragged.

“Did you learn your lesson, then?” Bosch asked, his voice shining with sweat, his eyes gleaming as he glared down at Lou.

Lou managed to smirk. His head lifted up and he showed teeth. “Yeah. Loud. Clear.”

Something in Bosch’s face showed he heard the undercurrent of Lou’s words. He turned and he stalked off, his hands clenching and unclenching and clenching again. They came to the doors and entered into the interior of the Etemenanki pyramid – which opened up to reveal that for all the Gothic, impressive stature of it, the inside was unfinished, unpainted. Bare space that left room for the machinery within and nothing else beyond. It was like being in the skeleton of a building. The machinery itself did look ferociously complex – endless arrays of tubes, and pipes and interlocking devices that plugged into one another, forming larger and larger complexes that themselves created a vast spiderweb that itself was one immense system. Standing on the gangway that looped around the interior, Lou almost forgot his pain as he looked slowly around it, his eyes wide, gaping.

“Amazing amount of labor...” Lou said, then hissed as he was pushed forward – after Bosch, along the gangway. “For something that doesn’t fucking work.”

Bosch’s hands tightened.

They came to the middle of the structure and there, Bosch took control. The command bunker that was built near the machinery was the same kind of overly designed ornate bullshit that Federals loved: Heavy walls, lots of extraneous machine gun nests. It was all designed to make anyone who came this far to pay a horrible last price. But it was also situated in the center of a machine so far from the centers of power that if it was being taken, then the rest of the world had fallen. It was a testament to what mattered to the fascist mind.

Make them bleed.

Fuck the cost.

Lou was slammed down into a chair by one of the marines as Bosch began to activate screens.

The all showed the same images.

Spores hitting the ground, unfolding to release bioforms. They weren’t all combat bioforms – in fact, a good chunk of them looked as if they weren’t designed for combat at all. There were huge creatures that immediately punched holes through walls in recycling plants and food centers and began to attach egg-sacks to algea tanks. There were several of similar makes who looked as if they were focusing on prison centers. And there were helpful, scarab shaped bugs that were heaped with...

“Are those rifles?” one of the marines whispered.

Through several microphones at once, through several speakers, each one piped in from a different part of the Martian dome cities that had been Federated territory for centuries, overlapping voices came. They were shouted from bioforms that were distinctly different from the others. They were not chitinous and covered with spines and spikes and claws. They were curvy. Buxom. Cute.

They were copies of his wife’s bodies. Her wasp form, her moth form, her spider form. They didn’t speak in unison, but they all spoke – shouted – into megaphones.

“People of the Federated States! For too long-”

“-crushed under their heel!”

“Friends, brutalized! Family, taken to work camps! Children, sterilized!”

“-servile slaves! And if you speak out, you’re nerve stapled!”

“Atrocities uncounted!”

“Illegal memetic reprogramming camps!”

“Smash the state! Smash the state!”

“What is she doing?” Bosch hissed.

“It looks like she’s been talking to Godfucker,” Lou said, managing to sound remarkably calm, considering the mangled wreck of his hand. The broken bones had gone from aching to throbbing, and the cuts were dripping blood in a slow, sluggish rate. He wasn’t sure how long he had before he bled out from the wounds – considering their size, he thought he had time. “Would you look at that. Proles with guns.”

Bosch shook his head. “This isn’t possible. They’re all within range of the transmitter, this isn’t POSSIBLE!”

Lou watched him, intently. And through the camera feeds, he could see the people in the streets. Men and women with guns, their gray uniforms marked with hastily daubed AnCom symbols, supported by heavy duty Terror Talons, marching towards bunkers and civil defense check points that the Federated States had built, fortified, staffed and trained in the use of for decades. Whatever insurrection they had planned for, they had not planned for it to be started simultaneously across the city as stunned, shell shocked civilians emerged to find a helping hand, smiling face, free food, and guns.

They definitely hadn’t imagined that it might have included walking, twelve meter tall biomechanical tanks armed with heat seeking acid spraying organic missiles.

“I wonder how well the Chancellor is going to take this,” Lou hissed through gritted teeth. “You sold him on the idea, didn’t you?” He glanced left, then he glanced right, at the two marines. “I mean, if the Chancellor even survives for the next few hours. It looks like a hell of a lot of proles are out there in the streets with guns. People, you know, have a pretty long memory.” He frowned. “My ancestors learned that, in France.”

Bosch’s head hung forward. He turned, slowly – and then frowned. “You two. Man the guns.” The faint sound of screaming and gunfire was coming from one of the speakers – and through the camera into the headquarters that Lou had been dragged from, he could see the sight of combat specialized bioforms cutting their way through the defenders. They seemed to be as perturbed by Project Etemenanki as he was.

Not at fucking all.

“Yes, man the guns,” Lou said, his voice flat. “Man the guns and die in them.” He looked to the left, then to the right. “You’ve lost. But you know what? If you take that armor off, if you pull your marine identification chips out of your wrists...” He smirked, slightly. “I’m pretty sure people won’t find you for a while. I’m betting that the government’s deleting confidential files as fast as possible before the parliament building gets raided and central command gets looted.” His voice was growing more and more confident as he kept the pain out of his mind through sheer willpower. “After all. You’re just a Lance Corporal and a Private First Class?”

“Don’t listen to him, men!” Bosch said, his sweat so intense that his hair had flipped down. His hand went to his belt and he jerked his pistol free. “He claims that we are doomed. And yet, he has no will. No true grit. We’ll hold a gun to his head and his precious bugs are going to grovel to make sure we don’t hurt him.”

He aimed the gun at Lou’s face.

Lou lifted a single eyebrow, then slowly, his jaw tightening, placed his injured hand down upon the armrest.

He pushed.

White hot pain shot up his arm and filled his eyes and his knees nearly buckled. The only thing that kept him from face planting was the weight he put on his arm – and that made the pain worse until he lifted his palm and the absence of pain was so intense that he almost felt good. Lou lifted his chin and sent his most icy, withering glare at Admiral Bosch. His skin was beaded with sweat, and his breath was ragged, but Lou managed to speak without stammering.

“If you shoot me with that pistol, my body will live for a few seconds. In those moments, I will clear the distance between me and you and I swear, Admiral Akin Bosch ... by the Daughter and the Holy Ghost. By the Flaming Chalice and the Ten Thousand Faces of God. By the living memories of Achilles and Ashoka...” His tongue darted along his lips, and he growled. “I swear ... for I am Prince Louis Benoit XII of the Neopolitan Star Kingdom and by that name and for the honor of humanity ... I ... will kill you.”

His eyes flashed.

“Drop the gun. Now.”

Silence rang in the room. Bosch dropped the pistol onto the ground with a clatter.

Lou dropped to his knees, panting. “Wow, that worked,” he breathed. “Hah. Holy shit.”

“What!?” Bosch gaped – but Lou had already reached out and snatched up the pistol. He aimed it at Bosch, grinning fiercely.

“An honorable gentleman never treats a prisoner with dishonor,” Lou said, his voice ragged. “Be damn glad I am both...” He started to lift himself up, panting, his vision going gray around the vision. In the distance, he could hear screaming sounds – metal, being torn. “Or else I’d have blown your fucking balls off.”

Same as Pax Multi
Chapter 10 Videos

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 34
  • 0

Pax MultiChapter 5

“My husband is extremely physically fit, is he not?” Beatrice said, her antennas twitching as she clapped her hands together. “Admire him!” “I am,” Amy crooned, watching as the rapier in Lou’s hand clattered and sparked against the rapier held by the combat servitor. “Thank you for convincing him to get his shirt off.” Her voice was a soft croon in Bea’s ear and Bea giggled. “My deception was most effective. I began by seeding the cloud layers overhead with biological particulates to reduce...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 27
  • 0

Pax MultiChapter 6

“And ... and this ... this is Endless Song Echoing Upon the Depths.” Lou had never seen a Upkin diplomat in the flesh before, not since he had first set foot on Earth what felt like weeks but was in actuality years before. But he had seen them on the screen and read about them in book and he had rather foolishly thought that he had maybe gotten at least a fraction of what it was like. He had told himself that it wouldn’t be too shocking, if he mentally prepared himself. I’m really dumb...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 24
  • 0

Pax MultiChapter 7

“No, I do not have a knife, my lady,” Lou said, his voice somehow not managing to fall into giggles once more. But it was hard to resist the urge. His wife, Beatrice Benoit, a seven hundred million year old hive mind with her consciousness spread across three solar systems and several trillion bioforms, had managed to get her latest body stuck fast into a few strands of spiderwebbing. This made sense, considering her latest bioform was a spider: Six arms, two legs, eight eyes which fanned out...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

Pax MultiChapter 8

Five days into the voyage, with the foundations for the cabin finished and the roof going up today, and Lou was beginning to feel a mite guilty about the fact that he had never told his wife what being transgender actually meant. It was one of the things about being married to an alien – especially an alien so ... well, alien from the human norms. Beatrice had absorbed a huge amount of information about the human race, and was learning more every day as the lighthugger slowly accelerated out...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 24
  • 0

Pax MultiChapter 9

“This is decidedly unpleasant...” Beatrice groaned. Lou sighed, looking up at the ceiling as he tried to let the headache that was filling his skull ease. But it was hard. The past three days, he had been doing nothing – not enjoying his lovely wife, not reclining in the idle comfort of pastoral life aboard an interstellar starship, not even trying to think about how he planned to handle resuming his normal duties as a prince once the lighthugger had reached the SOL system. No. Instead of...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 17
  • 0

The Last of Her KindChapter 3 The Things in the Dark

Ana sat at the Help Desk, going through the large bin of returns. There had been a nasty cold front with rain lately, which meant business had picked up. She stamped the return date into a copy of A Wrinkle in Time and set it aside. Louise walked by with a stack of books in her arms and a new notice for the bulletin board. Ana watched her pass, then sank back in her chair with a sigh. It had been two weeks since she had gone out on a proper hunt. Two weeks of misery, forced to hide in her...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 27
  • 0

Older Than My Mum

She’s tall and slender, and has one heck of a rack, seen in full glory even from the rear view. And even though she’s pushing 60, all of the guy’s heads turn when she walks by, no matter what their age may be. I’ve known her for years, living down Edgar Road, in Winchester UK from my parents house. Her son was the same age as me, his name was Tim Fisher. Tim was killed in a car crash on the M3 motorway over a year ago, and from what I’ve heard, it left her devastated. She does have other...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 23
  • 0

Gordy and Patrick

Gordy "Good morning," I began, "Welcome to Arthropodology. I'm Gordon Hollister. I assume that you've all had a course or two in biology. For the next few weeks I'm going to talk about a few sorts of invertebrates called arthropods: animals with jointed limbs but no spines. More specifically, we'll consider the arachnids or chelicerates, the crustaceans or biramous arthropods, and the insects or uniramous arthropods. There are over 100,000 named species of arachnids: spiders,...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 31
  • 0

Building UtopiaChapter 5

Early the next morning Roger got busy gardening. He once again took the tiller out and spent the day tilling the old garden spot to make it ready for planting. The next day he cut some of the dry grass beside the first garden patch with his trusty weed eater and began tilling it. When the women questioned him he told them that if he was successful they would need a much larger garden to feed the larger colony. If he wasn't successful they could preserve the excess food and use it themselves...

5 years ago
  • 0
  • 47
  • 0

Backyard Exhibition

I realized I was bi-sexual when I was 12 and it was around the same age when I realized I was an exhibitionist/naturist as well. Since then I have been exploring my bi side and expanding my bi-sexual and exhibitionist experiences. I’m going to share an experience I had many years later in my own backyard.It was a typical Southern Nevada summer day, blazing hot with most people staying indoors enjoying the comfort or air-conditioning. While I appreciate the modern convenience of...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 25
  • 0

Village FeteChapter 17 Last Episode

"Can I say a couple of things to you, Dorothy, before we continue our fight?" "What, Julia?" asked the battered Dorothy, her eyes almost closed and her face a bloody mess after seven rounds, during which she had hardly landed a blow on the skilful Julia. The two combatants had just come out of their respective improvised corners to start another round. Dorothy sensed that defeat was near but had no thought of giving up. "Number one. You're a wonderful and brave girl. I'd be proud to...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 43
  • 0

The chiropractors assistant

I decided I had to do something. I talked to a friend of mine at work who had started going to a local chiropractor and got some relief from his back pain. So I picked up the phone and made an appointment. My buddy, Matt, had told me the chiropractor’s assistants were attractive, but I had no idea how good looking they were until I saw it for myself. Maggie was the office manager, and she was knockout, with an obvious Asian-American heritage. She had nice breasts, probably a 36B, a...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 30
  • 0

The Compliant Groom

The Compliant [email protected]: A short story. Don't be put off by the use of pronouns only or actual dialogue in quotation marks. I wanted it that way as a literary device.************************* She had been attracted to his compliant personality. Above all that was what she wanted in a mate. As she reflected on the past year, their romance and marriage was inevitable once she had decided on him. She had liked his compliant, innocent, even naive personality when she...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 31
  • 0

anonymous

ever since young brandon lyon was 14 years old he was coding a gif that will put anyone into a deep hypnotic trance now at the age of 18 he finally perfected it and it is ready to use... "Brandon!!" coming mom... yea? "what are you doing?" in the basement "doing what?" just chilling out watching TV. "well go do the dishes and the trash" ok give me around 5 minutes i got a few minutes left on Brooklyn nine nine. i wonder if my gif works? hmm... who should i test it on :an idea pops into his...

Mind Control
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 30
  • 0

10th GradeChapter 3

After I said good night to Mrs. Parsons, I returned to my bedroom and started putting my clothes away. The very first thing I did was gather up all of my old clothes and put them back in the garbage bag that I had brought with me. I hoped that I'd be able to send them back to the orphanage so that some other boys could get some use out of them. If not, I was sure that Mr. Chalmers would know what I should do with them. I was halfway done going through the boxes and putting my clothes away...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 18
  • 0

Watching my mother with men weakens my resolve

My mother was into BDSM, she would writhe in pleasure unashamedly as the group of men pleasured themselves while touching her intimately, she helpless to their sexual lusting, pulling hard on one rope, the rope between her legs, as they sprayed their adoration onto her exposed flesh and endured their differing flavours, when they cleaned themselves on her moist lips.I grew up witnessing 'Facials and Cream-pies', from men who were neighbors, who's daughters I went to school with, I watched...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 28
  • 0

Senior Class TripChapter 4

Mrs. Carson was gone when we woke up the next morning. Once more it was a knock on the door that woke me. I answered it naked, expecting Mrs. Carson. I jumped back behind the door when I saw that it was another boy from our class because it wasn’t one of Ken’s friends. At least I didn’t think he was. He hasn’t been hanging around with us. But he got a damned good view before I managed to duck behind the door. I had certainly made his day! He blushed as red as my hair and said, “Hi, Jen. Mr....

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

Bad Wishing Pirate Gold

Bad Wishing: Pirate Gold By DanielSan59 *Author's Notes: This story was inspired by a Joe Jusko painting. It just screamed for a tale involving a certain leprechaun. Thanks to JRD for letting me play in his back yard. His review of my portrayal of Patty O'Toole was invaluable. Any faults in the character at this point are mine, not his. Also, for those avid numismatists out there, don't bother trying to find reference to a "gold denarius." I made it up, but the story sure...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 38
  • 0

Las Vegas Awakening

© 2002 LaffWithMe Press "Rodney, Rodney, I won, I won!" It was my wife screaming into the phone so loud that I thought everyone at work could hear her. Not that it made much difference. We lived in a small town where everyone knows everyone and I worked at the family feed store with my brother and sister. "I won a week in Las Vegas on that radio show! I was the ninth caller and I won us a vacation." Little did I know what a change that was going to make in our lives. We'd been...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

Sweet as summer rain

During my middle school years I was assigned a new case worker named Melody. She was, I recall thinking, a very strange person. She was an older lady with a neat curl of graying hair, mocha skin, and the deepest brown eyes I had ever seen. During my first meeting with her, she just looked at me for about a minute shuffled through my file, and gave a grunt. "Hmph. Troublemaker my black ass! Son, what you need is a decent set of folks to take care of you and an assload of fresh air and...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 40
  • 0

A Visit to MatildasChapter 5 Time For Lunch

Although we were all taken into the servants’ hall for some food at the end of the morning session it didn’t turn out to be much of a break. Lunch was a little more appetising than breakfast – a bowl of hearty soup and a chunk of bread - but we had only just started when Mrs Danbury appeared. She stood with her arms folded across her rather frumpy blouse, waited until we were all quiet and then demanded our attention. “While you are in here I have something for you to look at. Do you see...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 30
  • 0

Doing it all OverEpilogue

If Nina and I hadn't been such good friends, if we hadn't been so deeply in love, I don't believe our relationship would have made it through our first few years in Seattle. There was no conflict between us during this time, don't let me lead you to believe there was, but we simply had a very limited amount of time together. We spent our first year there in the college dorms, seeing each other only on nights I didn't have to work and on the occasional weekend. When we did get to see each...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 52
  • 0

Charlies Pain And Healing

Charlie Fielding was not only following a family tradition. Charlie was following a personal dream. For as long as he could remember he had watched his Grandfather, his Father, his siblings and many of his uncles dress in their uniforms and go off to defend this great nation. When he was young, all he ever wanted to be was a soldier. As he got older, he added to his dream. Now he wanted to be a soldier AND a Veterinarian. The summer between his junior and senior year in high school his parents...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 37
  • 0

ISS Reader Ko Pregnant Kiya Jaipur

Hello friends myself Armaan Jain.. I have earlier posted my story on ISS “from Shaadi to Bed (Jaipur to Kanpur) season 1”.. Iski wajah se mujhe bhot mails mile aur bhot logo ko meri story pasand bhi aai h.. inhi mail mein se ek mail tha Komal ka.. jo jaipur mein hi rehti h aur married h.. ab mein aapko mail ki conversation likh raha hu Komal : hello armaan. I m Komal frm jaipur aur mein married hu.. mujhe tumhari story bhot achi lagi..i hope tumne shweta ko ache se satisfy kiya hoga.. Me:...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 17
  • 0

When Your Dream Comes True

She seemed to blossom more beautifully than any other girl, and I was impressed. She was very lean, with the widest hips and the greatest ass. I was caught more than once admiring her tail. And her breasts were ripe melons! She was quite a sight. Ever since first meeting her in the 6th grade, I always wanted to fuck her. The best part was I had no competition to worry about. Sadly, this smart and sexy babe was cursed with plenty of acne, but I didn't care. Anyway, my dream of banging all came...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 20
  • 0

The Mother Part 4

The Mother - Part 4 The week was almost over, and Caroline was slowly settling into her new life. She had spent the evenings looking after Emily, and trying to discover as much as possible about the altered reality surrounding her. Her home had not yet changed completely, as the nursery room continued to be altered. Furniture was now appearing within it, with a cot, a chest of drawers and numerous cupboards. A rocking chair in the corner became her favourite item though, as she...

5 years ago
  • 0
  • 20
  • 0

Loosening Up Book 8 Decade Remembered Decade StartedChapter 21 Very Unexpected Visitor

Friday evening before dinner, Dave assessed the progress on the reconstruction project. Several points were noteworthy. The shattered large tempered plate glass panels across the core living room where they looked out over the patio had all been replaced except right where most of the construction was going on. He could also see that there had been significant activity on the roof, suggesting that the permanent roof was complete over the top of the girders and special plywood that made up the...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 39
  • 0

TeensLoveBlackCocks Azalea Stone Dreaming Of A Black Dicking8230

Azalea Stone has been plagued by the darkest of nightmares! BIG BLACK COCKS EVERYWHERE! She can’t escape them, and wants them with all her heart. Her most vivid dream to date made her wake up with the wettest pussy she had ever had in her life. She needed some thick black dick asap. Luckily, her pool man was working. One of the finest black studs she has ever laid eyes on. Today was gonna be the day she made her move. Azalea got her most scantily clad bathing suit on and went outside. She...

xmoviesforyou
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 25
  • 0

Friday the 13th

I had learned, at the tender age of 12, how much I loved sex. My BFF and I, a girl named Ashley, had opened our own babysitting service when we were 14. Only, babysitting wasn't the only service we offered :-) I had a client that had hired me to perform, in full drag, for a birthday party. We had agreed that I was to perform with 23 men, all married, and that it was to take place on, of all days, Friday the 13th... Well, the guy that had hired me was celebrating his 50th birthday and had...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 35
  • 0

Re Bridal pregnancy

Re: Bridal pregnancyMon, September 13, 2010 - 10:03 PMA few years ago, I was a Chauffeur for a limo company. After a long night of bar-hopping, my bachelor party gang was Perkin's eating breakfast. I was waiting out by the Limo to make sure nothing happened to it.I was not standing by the car long, when a pretty young girl came over to me, almost in tears. She was wearing white shorts & a pink t shirt & a veil. She told me she was supposed to get married the next morning, but didn't...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 32
  • 0

Love in the Garden

I've always loved this time of year, spring, the season of rebirth. I've been eager to get my hands back into the soil and watch everything come alive all around me. My garden has been my joy, my escape and my tranquility. It has been the answer: whether I was stressed, needed to seek solutions, or ground myself, or just yearned for beauty to appreciate. Relationships have been challenging for me, but I've always had my garden, and it never let me down. This year, I chose to use a different...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 55
  • 0

My StepSisters DaddyPt 1

As I sit outside in my car, in from of my now "ex" boyfriends house, I remember why Jessica had never really been one of my friends. She is a skinny bitch, dirty blonde hair, about 100 pounds soaking wet, no boobs and wears glasses; definitely not what I consider "pretty". I mean she might be pretty if you like skanks, but I have a strict no skank policy and I surround myself with people like me. I am 5'3, 130 pounds and have long beautiful brunette hair; my eyes are hazel, my boobs a firm C...

Incest
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 60
  • 0

OBSESSED with anal

Dear Readers,This is a story that I immensely enjoyed writting. It has a bit of everything in it except quickies. I hope that you all enjoy it. Comments are appreciated!~Cum_ShooterChapter 1I loved masturbating. My problem was that I loved it more than having sex and it was getting frustrating. I didn't want it to be that way but I couldn't seem to help it. I figured that it was just something wrong with me. One of my problems was that I was always dissatisfied after sex. Two minutes after my...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 27
  • 0

Sandi my model wife with pix

For 47 wonderful years my beloved wife was not only the apple of my eye, but my favorite model as well. I first dated her at the suggestion of my dad, the only time I ever took his advice "You really ought to date this girl, she has great legs." He told me. She did, and she knew how to use them to drive me crazy. She knew I had a thing for lingerie, cameras and especially stockings and high heels. Every chance she got she wore them for me. Here are some examples of the G-rated outfits she wore...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

Game

Game Debra Darling His wife had suddenly agreed to partake in one of his favorite sex fantasies. She stood before him dressed as a dominant goddess. She was all in black, from her high heel shoes to her long black hair pulled back into a tight ponytail He, in turn, was wearing red bra and panty set. The bra was underwire and low cut, creating cleavage while holding the silicon breast forms in place. His face was made up so be quite exotic and long blonde hair had been woven in...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

true blue

Introduction: this is my true story hope you enjoy Hi all this is my first story. So Im gona b telling you of the experiences I have had. Well I am 26 now but my experiences started when I was young. So pleas dont b A-Holes and critisise. Some of the story will be fabricated to make the story more intresting but 80% will be all true ill put fabricated portions in (****) so u know whats truth and lies. Im not a great speller so dont be grammer nazis. It anoys everyone when u point out there...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 68
  • 0

Preachers Sinful DaughterChapter 5 Sinning with a Woman

“You take care of your father,” Mother said as she stood in the foyer of our house, the summer heat spilling in through the open, front door. “Of course I will,” I said, trying to keep the naughty smile off my lips. I would take care of him so well. A weekend without Mother. She was about to leave on her annual women’s retreat. It was every July. I have been waiting for this weekend. Tomorrow night, Daddy promised me a treat. Finally, he had found the woman who would have a threesome with...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 27
  • 0

Cousin Tho Na Rasa Krida

Hi all iss reader, I am Kiran from Hyderabad. This story takes place years back jarigina naa real experience with my cousin sister. Please give me your comments after reading the story and reach me First naa gurinchi, nenu naa degree aipogane job trail kosamai maa relatives house lo unnau naa hight 5.8, fair ga untanu and 6 inch tool. Maa cousin gurinchi chepalin ante tanu appudu drgree chaduvu tundi tana name pooja hight 5.4 and 28 26 28 sizes. Nenu cources kosam institue join ayanu daily...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

SEX IN SEOUL 3

As previously reported in Parts One and Two, I had the great good luck to be running an Officers’ Leave Centre in Seoul (senior officers only) and soon after arrival had met Miss Lem, who was operating her School For Homeless Girls, which was actually a thinly disguised bordello. At her invitation I had attended her ‘pleasure palace’ as she unofficially called it, and she had given me a sample of the sexual delights to be had there - for a price. Paying visitors had to fork up lots of...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 22
  • 0

Tarak Mehata Ka Hot Chasma 8211 Part 1

Hi friends this is sandy me fir se ek bar aap ke samne ek kahani pesh kar raha hu Ye real nahi hai just ek kalpanik hai … Just read kare aur enjoy kare .. Agar aapko kanai pasand aaye to pls muje mail kare yaa kuch galti ho to pls pls muje galti kaha hui hai bataye … , par .. So let start the story Aap logo ke sab tv par famaus program TARAK MEHTA KA ULTA CHASMA is je bare me lijh raha hu so enjoy… Sabhi patra aap ko pata hi hoge so muje aap ko batane ki jarurat nahi hai Sabhi gents abdul...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 24
  • 0

Me and My French Teacher

Hi, Im Tom, Im your average 15 year old. I have always been quite stocky due to playing a lot of rugby, Im about 6'1 and i have brown hair, brown eyes... Pretty regular guy. I have always had a thing for my French teacher, Mrs Jones. She was a petite woman with huge tits and a great ass. She had redish hair and had a real cute face. One lesson I decided to stay behind to ask about extra French tutoring as i felt that I was falling slightly behind everyone else in the class. As...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 24
  • 0

Fucking My Horny Mum

Its 1 a.m in the morning and have just come from masturbating to your mother's rocking body. You go to the toilet to take a piss but on your way there you notice your mum's room is open. You take a peek inside and see her asleep with her nightie raised above her waist and one of her breasts hanging out.

Incest
4 years ago
  • 0
  • 31
  • 0

The GILF Next Door

My roomate and I had been renting the house for nearly 8 months now, both of us college students at the local University. Most days I had the place completely to myself because my buddy Mark was always at his new girlfriends place. Our next door neighbor Mrs. Jones was an older woman in her sixties, she had bright blue eyes, long blonde hair and was always dressed in the most expensive, top of the line clothes. For being middle aged she still had a great body and I had been fortunate enough to...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 28
  • 0

In The Sun Chapter 3 Day 5 8

Day 5Jane and John were tired from the conversation which had proven to be both enlightening and quite emotional. They had also partaken in perhaps a couple too many beverages of the alcoholic variety, added a little sun and some good sex. As they closed the villa door behind them, they burst into a fit of giggles, which carried on as they dropped their clothes once again. Each time they caught the other’s eye while getting ready for bed, they started afresh. Though, as soon as they cuddled up...

Outdoor
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 53
  • 0

Laceys Big Day Out Part 2

Lacey's Big Day Out (Part 2) Hello again. My name is Lacey Bottoms. This is part 2 of this story series. I would highly recommend reading part 1 first as it sets up this story nicely. So, there I was sitting in the passenger seat of Mistress Alison's car. I'm dressed in a black and white satin French maid outfit with white thigh high fishnet stockings, black and white patent heels, full make- up, wig, jewelry, painted long pink nails, silicone breast forms. I'm made up like quite...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 25
  • 0

Pauline The Slut Part 14 Tortured

He came over to me "Put your hands behind your back." When I did he grabbed my hands and put handcuffs on me. I struggled to get loose but it was too late. He then put a collar on me and attached a leash to it. He pulled on the leash. "Time for some fun" he said as he pinched my nipple. He took a key out of his pocket and brought me to a door at the end of the bedroom. He opened the door and switched on a light. I screamed in terror when I saw what was inside. I tried to get away but he...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 44
  • 0

The Devils Pact Slave Chronicles 10 Monica My Husbands Slave

Introduction: Monica loves submiting to her husband and enjoys being his sex slave! The Devils Pact Slave Chronicles by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Monica: My Husbands Slave Note: Over a year ago, Mark gave Monica the command to do whatever filthy things her husband wants. Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Saturday, June 7th, 2014 Monica Jephson Tacoma, WA I woke up bound, the sunlight streaming through the window. My bladder was full, urgent. My husband, and master, snored next to me....

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 25
  • 0

A New Life

Tina Jones a married mom of two at 34 still looked 24. She liked to look sexy but was not a seasoned lover. At the age of 14 she had a crush on Tommy and wanting to be around him talked herself into a job with his parents at there offices. He of course left for college and never came back, but she did and now 20 years later was the VP of Accounting. Tina pulls into the parking lot at work her boss comes to her Tina Honey I'm so sorry but it has been sold and the new owners fired...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 56
  • 0

Puzzle Box Genie 20Chapter 12

I was alone in bed when I woke a few hours later. The bed had clean sheets, which I presumed was Amara’s doing. Being alone disappointed me and not for the base reasons you might think. I mean, don’t get me wrong, waking up with your little sister’s lips around your cock is incredible. With Amara, however, it was more than that. I would be happy to wake up with her in my arms every day, just to have that skin to skin human contact with another person who loves you wholeheartedly is something...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 25
  • 0

Jokes and GigglesChapter 999

The Jewish ELBOW A Jewish grandmother is giving directions to her grown grandson who is coming to visit with his wife. “You come to the front door of the apartment. I am in apartment 301. There is a big panel at the front door. With your elbow, push button 301. I will buzz you in. Come inside, the elevator is on the right. Get in, and with your elbow, push 3. When you get out, I’m on the left ... With your elbow, hit my doorbell.” “Grandma, that sounds easy, but, why am I hitting all these...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 20
  • 0

To my surprise

Michael was my neighbors boy. He was pretty quiet for the 10 years I had lived next to them. He was a good looking boy and I had noticed he always had very soft features and had a skinny yet shapely body. He had an ass that girls would kill to have.    It was June and school was letting out for the summer. Michael had just turned 18. It was summer and this year was particularly hot. I had the only pool in the neighborhood and all the k**s knew it, and took advantage of it. All except michael....

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 82
  • 0

Egyptian Teachers Night Out

Mrs. Ehda was new in town, she was to replace a science teacher in the local school. A tall and stacked Egyptian woman with fantastic curves and a soft, silky touch who was not only a teacher but a devoted wife and mother. However, this did not stop her from not only being a magnet for guys but a magnet that reciprocates and returns the affection; be it letting a guy under her abaya to cuddle her awesome, strong thighs as she sat on long, crowded bus rides or reward her older students using her...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

The lost Innocence

Four years in the college made a lot of changes to me, physically. I have become hairier and taller, but still i maintained my boyish charm and innocence on my face. I always kept my face hairless and so with my arm-pit and pubic area. I never liked to have hairs on my pubic area.infact I sometimes used to shave the hairs off my inner thighs and butt as well. Being jobless in bangalore is a nightmare. Mainly because you will not have sufficient money to pay even the rent and other needs and the...

Gay Male
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

Girl Friend Ki Bua Ko Chhoda

Hi mera Jack hai(fake name) aur mein iss ka bohat purana reader hu. Maine yaha par bohat saari stories padhi hai aur mujhe sab se zyada desi stories padhna pasand hai. Ab mein apne baare mein batata hu mera naam Jack hai aur Mumbai mein thane district mein rehta hu, mein dikhne mein itna kuch khaas nahi hu meri body slim hai aur mere lund ki size 6 inch hai. Yeh kahani meri life ki real ghatna hai jo meri girlfriend ke bua ke saath ghati thi. Meri gf ki bua ka naam Renuka hai(fake name to hide...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 55
  • 0

Fun with my wife in the mens toilet

It all started innocently enough; it had been a very warm day, so after dinner, we went for a walk along the beach.It was a beautiful night, balmy and not a breath of a breeze, and so we ambled along for quite a distance before turning to go back home. Some way along, my wife Margie decided that she needed the toilet, and so, knowing that there were change rooms and toilets spaced at intervals all along the beach road, we made our way over the dunes and found a toilet block.Everything was quiet...

5 years ago
  • 0
  • 25
  • 0

Jokes and GigglesChapter 575

This One Is Compliments of John A... Sometimes religious emails are better than some of the funny ones we get and pass on... Billy Graham was returning to Charlotte after a speaking engagement and when his plane arrived, there was a limousine there to transport him to his home. As he prepared to get into the limo, he stopped and spoke to the driver, “You know,” he said, “I am 87 years old and I have never driven a limousine. Would you mind if I drove it for a while?” The driver said, “No...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 30
  • 0

Hunter HuntedChapter 8 Slaves to the man

Shadow waved Hunter and Mirage toward the chairs that sat in front of his desk. Mirage sat, glancing over and meeting Hunter's eyes. He shrugged and then his gaze went to Shadow as the director of ASP sank down in the chair behind the desk. "Have either of you ever seen one of the shells acting like that?" Mirage shuddered. "No. I hate the damn things anyway." "I can understand that. I just need to know if we're going to have a problem with a new strain of Vampire poison." "Well,...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 47
  • 0

The Quest for Cock Ch1

He grimaces as he looks at his reflection. The young seventeen-year-old did not think he looked the best, but he did not think he looked the worst. He had the facial structure of a nobleman, but his dirty blonde shaggy hair makes one suggest otherwise. He stared at his cold, steely grey eyes before his attention is shaken by the simple fishing rod in his hand being tugged at by a fish. Instinctively, he would yank up to snag the fish. It seemed to be a rather big fish as it put up quite a...

Porn Trends