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 {Trigger Warings: Starts with pedroasto, then moves onto rape, incest,
demonic posession and mind-control before settling down to romantic fG
pseudo-saphism and molestation.  So yeah, you've been warned.}

   Genopath {bM Mole oral Rape Poss.}

   Hey!  The look said everything, he checked out my butt!  Right out here
in public, couldn't pull the "Are you a pedophile?" line.  Not that it was
a question, he liked boys, I looked about 10-12.  Had to stop myself
getting hard, don't want to ruin the surprise, but we could talk.  "Hey," I
got up on his lap, "Uncle Chester." Remarkable how much it's uncles, or
"Uncles," but I remembered an extremely intense incestuous relationship
between brothers, and I was feeling like an upgrade.  "It's been so long."

   "You've grown a lot," but he looked around, paranoid.  Played along,
though.

   "Yeah," I scooted on his leg, my ass in between his thighs, "I'm a big
boy now." Bit of a gut, old, but he could get it up!  The side of his thumb
brushed the hem of my shorts, away, then I felt his fingertips.

   "Uh," he shifted uncomfortably, but it rolled around the side.  I pushed
it vertical with my asscrack, flat up his pubes, if he had any, can't just
ask if he's circumcized.  The gut got in the way, so I squished it into
that with my back.  "Um," I looked bored, kicked my feet, "You wanna take
me home?" I yawned, "I think I need a nap."

   He had a jacket on, low enough in front, but I just led him out, and
around to the restroom.  Or one, I knew, took younger boys back to, but not
today.  "Cummon," not a big place, no stall, just a sink, toilet and
urinal, lock on the door.  People don't come in here much, it's kinda out
of the way, and there's no signs for it.  "You want me to call you daddy?"
I could see the fantasy cum true in his eyes.

   "No," he unbuckled his pants, and they dropped down.  "Uncle's fine." I
winked, and giggled at his belly, it was hairy too.  He had to pull it up
to stick his hand in.  I unbuttoned them, didn't ask if he wanted a
blow-job.  When was the last time I saw a foreskin?  I swear, they mutilate
them at birth now, this time around, but it's thick, and bloated like a
worm.  Littler head, so it pinches on the end, even more when I roll it
back, kiss it inside, and let the skin snap back around my tongue.

   "Hah!" he just rubs my hair, so I shrug, and just keep swirling it
around in there.  Feel it squirt in my hands, thumbs barely touching down
by his balls, but squirting up, until they have to cross, and bop my chin
with my knuckle.  Faster, and faster until, "Uh!" I suck it in, as much as
I can to push the head in my throat, but my teeth dig in a little.  He
likes it, from the hot wet sticky splashes gulping down my throat.  The
skin slipped off my tongue, but I held it back, rubbed under the little
split in the bottom until he was hunching, and gasping, and pushed me off.

   "Huh huh!" He held onto the handicap rail.  Sat down.  "Fuck, where'd
you learn to do that?"

   "Men," I rolled my eyes, and giggled, "I like men.  You wanna suck me
off, now?" That shut him up, well his jaw dropped when I stood up from
dropping my shorts.  "huH?" He caught his breath.  I let it hang, then
harden slowly, a bit big for even a barely pubed boy, I was proud of my
4"er, till I really pumped it full, clenched so I couldn't pump out, get
any fatter, the skin any tighter.  Maybe 6", IDK didn't measure.  Bigger
then his.

   "Is it to big?" I let a little blood out.  "Huh, sorry.  The doctors
call it priapism," after the mythical demigod, Praipus, who's mother
fainted when she saw it.

   "No it's," locked on, drooling "Just a surprise is all."

   "Cummere," I pulled him off the toilet, on his knees, he bent over all
by hiself.  "I guess that's why I always been so sexual, whenever somebody
sees it, well, he usually likes it.  You like it?" Lots of grey hairs, on
the sides.  Felt some pull out in my fists.

   "GRHLK!" I let him go, "KAHK!" He was so red, especially the throbbing
vein on his head.  The top, where it's baldest, but there's a patch in
back.

   "Well?" He just panted, and a tear came out, "Do you?" I slapped him
with it, hard, grabbed the back of his hair again.

   "Ghl," he held it, but I kept pushing, deeper.  Harder, needed both
hands to push past his gagging throat, felt it practically boiling in the
bladder.  "Fucking fatass," but he was trying to gasp, choking, so when I
let go, I could hear him sucking, feel it gushing in his throat with my
thumbs.  Drowning in it, my consciousness slipping away.

   . . .

   "Uh?" looked up, coughed, but most of it soaked right through the
membranes to the blood, and now I get it.  Held my breath to let the last
of the fluid collect, seep into my blood, and swim straight to the heart,
sniffing for neurotransmitters.

   Deep breath, cough again, but the oxygen helps.  He just looks down at
me, hanging limply.  "Huh!" Blinks...  Gets hard right away, and I always
like the chance to play with my work, when I'm done.  doesn't even touch my
head, or raise his hands, just stands there, but wow, got to be a personal
record.  In 6 years.  Sucking it harder, and harder until he catches his
breath, "Nh!" Grunts cutely, and gives me some sperm.  To go with the
genophages, that flooded his lungs.

   "Huh!" Catch my breath, let it soak in under my tongue.  Not the body I
wanted, but a dult.  So, I can go out, shopping, where I can't go as a
little kid.  New gaybar, there's like 15 of them downtown.  Already joke
about little Frisco.  Gotta be somebody there into bears.

   Mr.  John {M Solo.  Mb Pedorasto Gree}

   "Huh!" Struck out, again.  Lots of cute guys, but none of them into
bears.  I got drunk, and went home, passed out, I guess.  I had the
weirdest dream, it was like Rome or {Greece.} Where am I?  A boy walked up,
"Leuktros," he giggled, "Silly." His robe fell open, or swung aside.  He
was naked underneath, and it stuck out.  Tiny, hairless.  "Cummon," he took
my hand, and led me off down the street, with stones mortared together like
a wall.

   "Where?"

   "The Temple of Eros," of course.

   Looked more like a park, with a wall around it, and trees standing in
the center like a tower.  And fountains, one right in the gate held by
strange looking priests.  "Eunics," he nodded, "I'm gonnabe one, some day."
A priest?  "They're all eunics.  I'm more like an altar-boy, but I bring in
donations." The heavy coins in my hand, over the water, countless money in
the bottom.

   "Go ahead," they splashed, and tumbled down, catching the golden light
of the sun.  "Cummon," he led me by the hand to a grotto, let the robe slip
from his narrow shoulders and looked back, as it slipped asside over the
pale round swells of his bottom.  I was naked too, looked down at it
standing out, pointing before it disappeared in his angelic lips.

   "Uh?" I smelled my bedroom, her hair, heard her snoring, and the
hardness shrinking, falling soft in my underpants.  "Huh!" Must've blacked
out, I remember the bar, then, one hell of a fucked up dream.  I coughed,
got up to take a shower.  My underpants were wet, and sticky, I felt dirty
inside, but.

   Not like I haven't thought about it before.  Little boys, about as young
as I was, when I started playing with little boys.  Didn't I just get off?
I felt like a kid again, closed the bathroom door and opened the window. 
It was dark, late, nobody else up, but there was a breese, but if I closed
my eyes, I could hear it in the tree, smell the fresh air, even with the
cold porcelin of the toilet tank under my balls.  My bottom clenching,
remembering the swats, jerking me in his hand, the hot wet spurts twitching
out, "Hhuh!"

   Mandy {Mbb+ Mole Pedo BSA}

   Scouts.  He had a scout-master, took them all camping, showed them how
to pitch a tent.  Lol, just patted their bottoms, to encourage them, made a
fire, pulled out sticks to whittle, and cook franks, with marshmello
dessert.  Raging pedophile, BTW.  Boys, about 8-12, he had his favorites,
one of them who seemed to enjoy the Discipline, fucked up on purpose to get
spanked, right in front of everybody.

   The "Bad boy," but it was minor shit.  Swore, smoked, bullied the
younger kids a little, asexual until about 9.  When he found himself over
his lap, sitting on a stump, the hand carved paddle, he didn't get off, but
that night in the tent he got hard, remembered it, bottom warming up, and
blushing.  He didn't even touch it, but he had to unzip the sleeping bag to
fall asleep.

   ...

   The next time, it was just an affectionate pat, on his dry trunks, then
He pushed me off the dock, into the river, and dove after me.  It was slow
as a lake, but he said "Don't want you to get carried away!"

   I checked the rooms, daughter, of course.

   }I never really liked girls...{ he reminisced, recognized the wife, only
a little younger, and much skinnier.  "Huh!" Still blacked out, drunk,
thinks he's dreaming, the mom's side of the bed an orgy of evidence that it
runs in the family, but then He looked pregnant.  It jiggled when I giggled
like a bowl full of jelly!  Maybe I should grow his beard out.

   Ooh!  Campfire boys, just the special ones, who like these kinds of
games.  Vaseline, what was this the 70s?  Early 80s, but they really really
like the special trip, for just his favorite boys.  A treat, without all
the uniforms, and badges, and other boys, who might tell.  "Huh!" She's a
little too old, and busty, and loose, but she doesn't wake up.  "Huh!" He
doesn't remember a thing.

   But I had to get out of the body before the Genophages made it through,
and she smells fertile.  From the spit glands to the nuts, and converted
them to reproduce genophages, eventually release them into the bloodstream.
Takes a few hours, like half a day.  Wonder if I'll be a boy or a girl? 
Inbred, remember that.  I might have something to fix.

   Candace {F Teen Huma}

   "Mh!" light, rub my eyes, and cover it.  Saturday?  Saturday, or I'd
already be up, "YEarh!" Stretch, and curl up.  Just feel the warm covers,
and soft pillows a little longer.  Which means Josh will be coming over, as
soon as he can.  I can wait `till then.

   Ew, what a horrible dream!  I felt behind me, my panties still up,
pulled them out the side a little, and pushed the blanket back between my
legs.  They felt clammy, but my father?  He would never, but I'm still a
little sore.

   "Huh!" Find a bra first.  Don't feel like doing the buckle it in front,
and pull it around thing, so I bend over, pull back the straps, and try to
hook them by feel.  But I get lucky, I guess.  First try!

   "Huh?" My eyes look over, but it's just Sierra, the weirdo next door. 
Climbing down the tree like a monkey, straight black hair swinging behind
her back like a tail, and dropping in the side-yard.  Didn't even look up,
and my back was turned.

   "Huh!" My hands squeeze them playfully, and I almost say "Stop!" and try
to push them away, but they feel fuller, and heavier, and god, when will
they stop growing!?  Mom already says I'll get back problems like her, and
she's like looking in the mirror.  Only plus 20 years, and hundreds of
pounds.  An I'm already getting a belly, and you know how hard it is to
find a 28" D?

   "HhH!" But I feel my sleep shorts, and my nails slipping under the
waistband.  "HhHhH!" I tried to sit down on the bed, but "Ugh!" I fell off,
and felt numb all over, and started shaking so hard I was slapping the
floor, and my toes clenched until they cramped, and I started making this
"Ughghgh!" noise.  It was never like that before, what did I do?

   He was downstairs, on the couch waiting.  Dad came out, buckling up his
belt, but I didn't even look at him.  Not after, just ew.  So, we had to go
out, at least for the morning.  Dad doesn't mind, gave him a playful pat on
the shoulder, say's he's a good boy.

   "Josh?" He takes a second.

   "What's wrong with Hozey?"

   "It's not so," hard to pronounce.

   "Spanish?"

   "It's not that, I just like Josh better," I held his shirt, "It suits
you," kissed him.

   He held my hips, and I could never touch myself like that.  Anywhere, it
doesn't feel the same, but he pulls out my shirt, and I hold it down before
he can get his hands up it, "Josh!" It's just cold, and right out here on
the side-walk?

   "That's fine, but you don't have to tuck it in, like some, fuddy duddy."

   "Fuddy," I hit him, "duddy!"

   He rubbed his arm, "Yeah," well it was warming up, I guessed.  So, we
made out in the park, where anyone could walk by, so we had to keep our
clothes on.

   "Hnh!" he blew out his nose, but got my bra pushed, off, so I pushed
him, "I told you," cupped them, "That hurts!"

   Mandy

   Awe, you know it's still so cute?  All this, teenage fumbling, and the
quaint novelty of all these feelings, and by the time I was her age I'd
killed 4 men.  Don't get many chances to see this, normal human sexuality.
Big ole pedo in the same house, and oh yeah, the bewbs?  I never had
tittehs like'at.  She's still so young, and petite, and still has these
dainty little hands, and skinny weak arms.

   And a half Mexican boyfriend, right next door.  Jose' Joshua Miller, his
mom is Mexican.  Works, doesn't strike me as raised on the Latin concepts
of women, not going into it, but big grabby hands, and she's like a
leopardess in heat, when she gets turned on.  "Hh!" doesn't even know what
she wants, but absentee-neglectful parents, and I'm just trying to think of
a way to ask if he used to go camping with him.  I'm guessing somewhere
between growing in his big kid teeth, and his voice cracking, didn't get it
out of dear-old dad, I needed no excuse to want to get out of him.

   And again, it was like that old movie V, only I was the only one that
saw the big flashing sign [PEDORAST!] pointing down at him.  "He's a good
boy." Yeah, sure you tell him that all the time, but, thanks for not saying
anything about zipping the sleeping bags together when it gets cold, you
want to fuck my daughter now?

   Not real bright, {Neuron count?} Not significantly low, outside of
norms. There may be some underdevelopment in the Corpus collosum, have you
experienced any dejavu?

   Shake her head, and rub her eyes.

   "What?" Right, lurking, but if he rapes her,

   "Hh," she pushes him back, "I'm still a little sore," oh goody,
flashback!

   Again...

   "I'm sorry," {It always hurts the first time,} he held her, crying.

   "{You Raped me?}" She's not real strong, but had her shoulders planted
on the tree, and I squeezed out the adrenals as soon as I knew.  Sorry if
it gives you a heart attack toots, but here's 3x your strength.

   "Whug!" maybe a little too much, I got up so he wouldn't notice the,
?{17'} I threw him and stomped after him, in Keds, put her tits into it. 
You're lucky I'm cummin in late, asshole.  He got up, put up his hand.

   "{Thanks,}" I took it, thumbtwisted it back, and stepped in, twirling
around to swing the spinning back-elbow down into his pubes.  Not the
balls, didn't even hit any dick, just put a lot of momentum into the center
of his pelvis, not hard enough to cave it in, but I was tempted.

   "UH!"

   And then the arm comes down, shoulder up, step back once his weight's on
her, twisting her nice hips, and shoulders skew, pivoting on the ball, and
heel of her feet, respectively, and slam him face down to the dewey fresh
cut grass.  IDK, a soccer-field, or something.  Drop her knee, right
between the shoulderblades.

   "uh..." More of a moan than anything, barely a breath left in him, lucky
to be alive.  I didn't think to bring a knife from the kitchen this
morning, but I could kill him with her perfectly manicured nails.

   My eyes twitched, caught a swish of skirt in the periphery, behind the
trees, so nothing else.  She has a stalker!  I just left him there, to
catch his breath.  Nothing much to say to him, I believe I made myself
clear.

   Candice

   "Seirra?" Caught her at the tree, I swear she never uses the door.  She
stopped, looked down.  "How long have you been stalking me?"

   "That was amazing!"

   "Well," it all happened so fast, "Yeah, but." She was gone.

   {Fuck!} I jumped, grabbed the branch, and {Oh no you don't!}

   It went down under my feet, and for an instant I thought it'd snap, but
then I was up on the roof.  "How did you do that?"

   "What?" I don't know, but I didn't look back that time!

   "No, that was some impossible shit you just did."

   "Now don't change the subject, how long have you been stalking me?"

   "Since he raped you.  What?  You just said it!" So, I broke down crying
again.

   "{AndI'mPregnant.}" What?  No but, I just have erratic periods, and
{Yeah, it's been a couple months} and the doctor said my birth control
might interrupt it, but I'm on birth control, and this can't be happening!

   "Hh!" She just held me, "I was just, so worried about you." She petted
my hair, "And I didn't know, he said,"

   "{YouWatchedIt!?}"

   "Hh, I just.  You got so excited, whenever, well you turn really red,
and."

   "You watched me getting dressed this morning?"

   "No, I." She looked away, "I stopped when you woke up."

   "{Now you're lying.}"

   "Hh!  I'm sorry, I." she dove into my shirt, face first, and I held her.
On the roof until her tears soaked through my shirt, "I just love you so
much."

   Sierra {GF Saph}

   Always, even before I saw her,

   Well, she destroyed him, really, and it's impossible how fast she got up
here, but good god they're everything I imagined.  She pushed me off when I
squeezed them around my face.

   "J!" She pushed me off, "Sierra?  You're gay?"

   Yeah, I just told you I love you, and I knew she would never understand,
so I broke down crying again, but she covered her chest.  "Yeah," I
sniffed, and wiped my eye with my skirt, "I'm pretty fucking gay for you."
Hh, there, I said it.  So worth it.

   Her voice went cold again, "It's okay," she hugged my shoulders, "I
could use a girl like you about now." like when she got mad.  It didn't
sound like her, almost as if you stripped everything I thought was
beautiful about every word she spoke.  "How old're you?" And had an accent.

   "14." I shrugged.

   "Huhuhuh, you go right on and stop lying to me right now, I can tell."
Right, and my brother's 14, so we'd be twins.

   "Okay, 10." I hate being so young, and little, and weak.

   "You ever feel like a boy?" then some soft sweetness came back into her
voice, "Why, do you play with dolls, and read comic books?"

   "Well, it's just Loisa," my mom made her for christmas, and at first I
was mad she didn't buy me the one I wanted, but now.  "And She-hulk, she's
my favorite."

   "Well," she sounded cold again, "I don't want to see your comic-book
collection, so let's go in, and play with dolls."

   Jose had a peep-hole.  I noticed it from the light, then he blocked it
with his head, and he saw my eye, so he ran away.

   "Mind if I molest you?" She closed the window, "It's not like sex, I
mean it's sexual, but it feels different.  I can't explain it, but I can
show you.

   "No," I got on the bed, "What do I do?"

   "Nothing, relax." I lay back, "You ever been with a woman before?" She
rubbed my tummy.  I shook my head.  Her eyes were down, on my body.  "Me
neither," she looked at me, and I looked down at her smile.  I never saw
her smile like that, every time she smiled at me.  She took my hand.

   "They're so," soft.

   "Big?"

   "Yeah," that too.  Her eyes are so, well they're big too.

   "Is it hot in here," she felt down my skirt, "Or it it just me?" It
slipped up my legs, and tickled a little.

   "I like your underwear." I thought it would get in the way, but, "It's
so, pretty."

   "Yeah," I almost wet myself, "I got a lot of nice stuff." She was
touching, I never thought she ever would, but those were her fingertips, on
my underwear!

   "HhuhH!" There, I can breathe.  "Yeah." Talking might be a little
tricky, but my skirt flipped up, and I blinked.  At her shirt, she threw it
behind me.  Grabbed her in both hands, and buried my face in the heart
shaped gap in her bra.  "Huhuhuhuh!" My legs started shaking again as soon
as she touched my panties.  In the front, I had to get some air.  "Nh!"
Come on, breathe.  Don't pass out.  "uh?"

   Her fingernails barely scraped the front of my panties, so I felt them
roll like a wave, and gently brush the skin right in front of my pussy. 
Yeah, I'm pretty sure I passed out.

   Mandy {FG...}

   Yeah!  Wow, she got excited.

   Like a little doll, she went limp in my arms, and I smoothed the black
linen skirt over her legs.  Patted her little puff, then felt.  Yup, still
twitching.  Looked around, sketchbook, spiral, homework, anything she might
have written.  These quiet little squirming balls of fantasy just have to
do something to remember.

   "Hehaha!" Labrys.  Right, comic nerd, big fucking amazon with a
battleaxe.  Look around for the battleaxe.  Nope!

   "Oh!" She blinks, more like Squirrel Girl.  Well, she did beat Dr. 
Doom, but just because I don't care doesn't mean I don't know comic books,
and Star Trek, and, nerd shit.  Comic nerd, Marvel, got it.

   "Sorry if that was a little intense." Correction, Amazons just had 1
boob, for archery, I imagine a string twang across the nipple hurts even in
a bronze breastplate, but what's her nuts, "This you?" Comic book tits, and
then some, titty girl, got it.

   She looked up, "Huh?"

   "}You wanna fool around some more?{" That was all Candy, actually.

   "Yeah!" Okay, the myth about raping girls gay is just as mythical as
raping lesbians straight.  Trust me on this, Rape is a bad solution to
everyone's problems, it's a problem, can't fix a damned thing.  Love, I
don't have enough information on that, but Barbie, I mean she hates Candy,
I can feel it, but bless her heart, she's a little dim even for a suburban
teenager, and once again I realize I got the wrong one.  She was probably
watching on the roof when I raped her in her sleep.

   The problem with Reassurance stalkers is the best time to catch them is
when they're stalking, and this one's invisible.  Came over with her
brother when she could talk him into letting her come along, smiled so
she'd smile back, and probably hugged her doll when she dreamed about her
all night.

   This isn't too bad.  Candy, realized she can't rape her, so lets her
molest her, and she's perfectly happy playing with the twins for a while.
Already warming up, I'm down there anyway, so might as well turn on the
faucets, and maybe think of some kind of interface that doesn't involve
raising a Son old enough to cum inside her.

   A human son, maybe.  Huh!  Too early to tell, without the raging gushes
of T a Genopath would already be producing.  No genophages, bone stock
human girls.  But she's fascinatingly perverted, which means taking the
long way.  Just the right age, though.  All of her growth ahead of her,
I'll do what I can.  Relationships, though.  But she's crazy, I like crazy.
I swear, I've never been so attracted to a girl before.

   "Who's this?" I picked up the rag-doll, tucked in on the pillow.  We
kind of ended up sideways, on the other end, with our legs hanging off.

   "Oh," she let go, "Louisa."

   Sierra {Gd Solo Pseu Saph}

   Huh, I guess she was like my imaginary girlfriend, for years.  I know,
she's just a doll, but I never had any friends, and my brother doesn't
really like to play with me.  So, I played with dolls.  And she was my
favorite, I guess when I was about 8, or 9.  Huh!  I guess I felt lonely,
and I pushed my bed up to the window where I could see you.

   Well, your light, if you look all I can see is the dresser, but you're
always so much older, and had all these friends, and, huh!  I watched you
grow up, and when you started going out with my brother.  I'm sorry I
watched you, and I guess I got a little jealous of him now.  I started
hanging out with him, until you came over, and you're so big, and that's
why I got into comic books.  And that's not me, that's you.  Chromia, she's
kind of a rip-off of Superia, only without all the powers, and a good guy.
She saves women.

   "From what?"

   Men, villians, but all her nemesis is with bad Guys.  It's a theme, sort
of.

   "Wait," she looked up, "That's right?  Oh, nemesis."

   "Yes, the relationship, not the personification, between polar
opposites, like good and evil?"

   "You know Latin better then me?" She kissed me!

   "Hn!" What?  Sorry, lost my train of thought.  "Huh!  So, I saw you guys
making out, and I started drawing the comic-book."

   "You," her voice again, "I save myself?" Busting in through the window.
"What're you saying.  I mean her."

   "Chromia, I don't really have a lot of the dialog yet."

   "That's really bloody!" Cold again.

   "Decapitated, so," yeah.  She looked so excited though, she likes my
story!  "I saw the night when you came over, and.  Well, he tried to pull
your shirt up, but you got on him, like this."

   "Then," she remembered, "I went home, and;" She looked at me.

   "Played with yourself," she blushed, but looked back up.

   "Like this?" She picked me up.

   "Your super strong!" I steadied myself on her chest.  "Well, you had
tight jeans on."

   "Yeah," she felt my sides, and ribs.  It didn't tickle, at all.

   "Huh!" I didn't know what else to say, she got red again, right away,
and I felt hot so I pulled off my sweater.

   "Frottribado." her voice softened, "That's like, dry humping, I think."

   Huh?

   "Cummere," her voice went cold, but then my mouth was on her neck, and
it felt so hot I could feel it on my cheek, and she touched me, and

   "HhHhHhH!" I didn't pass out this time, but her hands slipped up, and
ran up my tummy.  "Huha ahahahA!" I pushed her fingers away from my sides,
and my skirt fell down, and she hugged me.

   And the world came crashing down, like KRUMP and I just shivered until I
was shaking, and my insides twitched.  "Wow," she laughed, "Your on like a
hair trigger."

   "Nh?" I wiped some drool on my arm, then wiped it on my skirt.  "HhHhH,
uh," catch my breath, "Yeah, I.  Guess I always imagined if you touched me,
but it never felt like that."

   "It's okay," she kissed me again, "I'll go slow."

   Mandy {DG...}

   Wahw!  Not sure she's human, {Remember the Yipheth?} I didn't create
her, so that narrows the field, but fuck!  I didn't bring any of the gear
to get inside her, and look around.  {Human?} Yes, and yes on the Yipheth.
Lick the middle of her chest.  {Genetics?} As you pointed out, you didn't
bring any of that gear.  Unanswerable.  She tastes young, and she's
ticklish, but I barely touched her!

   So, hyperstimulated, got it.  I try to be the dream cum true, but she
really had a thing for candy-tits here, don't ask me why,

   }Hey!{ Right.  }I'm not stupid, you know?  {Actually, you now hold the
record for catching on by weeks, so don't get uppity.  You didn't know
you're pregnant?  How can't you notice THIS?

   }Yeah?{

   Take your time, toots.

   .

   .

   }Well, I don't think about myself as her, or she, and.  That was pretty
stupid of you, so.  There!{

   STFU, IgotToMolestYourGirlfriendSomeMore.

   }She's

   Not

   My

   GIRLFRIEND!{YeahWhatever, have some kitty-porn.  You seriously need some
sex-ed, so we'll start with some light Smiledon action, then work our way
up to the fun stuff.  Byeee!

   You don't want her?  I'll take her.

   Sierra {FGD...}

   "So," she picked up Loisa, "This your ex?" Pretty sure she's broken up
with Jose.

   "Well," I took her, "We practiced together."

   "Kissing?"

   "No, sex."

   "Ooh!" she giggled and stretched out.  "How about the first time you got
off."

   "Huh!  Okay, well I watched you, playing with your underwear," she just
gave herself a wedgie.  Kind of, she pulled on her panties, and kept
pumping her butt like she was humping air, "So I remembered you grinding on
Jose's lap, but I had to push my nighty down, because it was gritty."

   "What was?"

   "The shingles, on the top of the roof?" I pointed out the window, past
the tree.  "Huh!  I ruined a pair of panties, I tried to wash the stain
out, but the line just got wider, I guess cause it's tar.  It smells like
tar."

   "And that got you off."

   I shook my head, "It hurt, so I went inside, and got under the covers
with Loisa." She slipped her fingers down the back of my skirt, and in my
underwear.

   "Wanna show me?" I got up, and she pushed them down my legs, so I kicked
them off, and layed down.  She felt my back, not up by the ribs, but where
it hung down in back.  "Where's Loisa?"

   "Well, she Was,"

   "Where's a contraction of where was, and where is," she sighed, "I took
English II."

   "Okay?"

   "Show me," So I pushed up my butt, and put her head under there, again.

   "And that got you off?" She bent over the bed.  Nothing, I didn't feel
anything, maybe because it's how cold her voice feels?

   I don't know, "Well, she's just a doll, and I was thinking about you!"

   "Yeah?" she kissed me!  "How's that feel?" She pulled Louisa out, and I
felt her tongue, quick, but it felt wet.  I'm not even sure where, but it
was starting to feel cool, and now?  Not so much!  I could feel where her
hands pushed down the mattress, then,

   "Uh!"

   "You're sensitive, so I'll try not to overstimulate you." Well, I can
feel your breath on my, "Whhhhh!"

   I shivered.  "Huh!" I mean good, that feels good.

   Another lick, but she's just, teasing me?  That's what Jose says, called
her a "Tease,"

   "Ohohoh!" I don't mind.

   "You like that?"

   "Ngh!" I swallowed, "Yes!" Uh!  I'm pretty sure that's her tongue, in my
"HhHhHhH!" Nowhere near my, but she's swirling it around in, and.  "Hn! 
Yeah, I like that." Always thought I would.

   "How about,"

   "That's my," I tensed up, but it, kissed at her tongue?

   "Yeah, well."

   "No, don't stop, just," I had to feel back for her hair.  Okay, I pulled
it a little, I'm sorry, but she did it again, so, "Oh!" She swirled it
around, too!  "Isn't that," gross?

   "You like it?"

   "Yeah," I relaxed, and my hips went down.  And I ground it in the sheet,
a little.  "HhHhH!"

   "You wanna get me off now?" Oh yeah, I felt so selfish, it's been like,
how many times?"

   "Yeah!"

   "Sh!" She pushed me back down.  "You like my panties?"

   "Yeah," not my favorites, but the white ones, with the pink trim, and a
bow?  I didn't know they had a bow, but they were on my tummy, and she
pulled them so tight I could see the little triangle stick out.

   "You wanna touch them?" I didn't say anything, but my fingers shook, and
I brushed them with my fingertips, and looked up.  She frowned, "I need a
little more stimulation than that, sweety," she smiled, "Go on, you won't
hurt me."

   "Can I see it?" She had to pull her legs back together, but as soon as I
saw it, "You wanna taste it?"

   Yeah, I knew I was gay, but she fell over laughing, I pulled her so
hard. So, I tickled her, and her legs kicked, and she flopped around, and
she was so heavy, and she accidentally bopped me in the head with her
elbow.

   "Oh!" she picked me up, and cuddled me in her boobs, so I didn't even
cry.  "Here," she rolled over, "Roll over, turn around."

   I loved her hands on my butt, squeezing, and rubbing it like boobs, and
oh yeah, boobs.  Spread around my belly, and rubbing my thighs.  Oh, and
pussy, right in front of me, so I pushed my legs up, and scooted down to
get my face between her legs.  And there it was, right in front of me, not
a clue what to do with it.  "Huh!" sniffed.  Then I sniffed long, and my
eyes closed until I could feel it brushing my nose, and slipping wetly
around it, and I wanted it to just gush in so I could drown in it.

   But, "HuhHhH!" first I had to stop shaking, and spasming inside.  And
taste it!  No don't pass out, "NLAHLALALALL!" Okay, don't really have to
know how to eat a pussy, and with the orgasm, I just dive in and, feel her
thumbs in my crack.  Her fingertip feels wet on it, but she just had her
tongue in there, and "Nlh?"

   She gushed.  I saw my brothers porn, they said something about "Gushing
Houswives" on one of the 900# adds in the back, but I didn't think it would
just open up, and drench my face like a hot shower, but I stopped, grunted,
and scooted out off her finger.  Just the fingertip, in my ass, I don't
think I really liked it.  It didn't hurt, but it didn't feel good either.
She said she was sorry, later.  When we caught our breath, and got cleaned
up a little.

   Jose {M GF NS}

   "Hey," I just stopped at the door, "Uh?" She looked up at me, and her
eyes made my heart clench in fear.  She smiled, "Get out." and covered up
Sierra's legs.

   Fuck!

   I never saw her smile like that before, and when I started getting
nitemares.  Well, it's not the look in her eyes that terrifies me.

   Mandy

   "You really like my underwear." Never thought I'd meet another
Cisvestite.{NotAnActualWord) I think that's the proper term, like a
transvestite, but girls, that fetisize lingeree.  "It's a fetish for me, I
don't even care it they're on boys, or girls."

   "You're bisexual?"

   "Huh!" waaaaaaaaaaaaaay more complex then that.  "No," I hugged her, "I
don't like girls at all, hated myself for," thousands of "Years." I kissed
her, "Love you, though." Her eyes fluttered shut, and she sighed.  "It's
not about age, or sex, or gender, huh!  That's all extra stuff, on the
outside.  I'm sorry I never noticed you before, but you're a little too
good at not getting noticed, you know that?" I bopped her cute little nose
with my finger.

   "Hh!" She just smiled, and nodded, but I was kind of distracting her,
inching my fingers out to where I left them, crumpling them up in my hand,
and sneaking them around the front of her.  "hH!" I wiped her dry, then
moist, and damp, and it never gets old how quick she can get off with the
right stimulation.

   I think that's another thing, another way she might be like me.  It's
not the buttons you push, or where you touch her, she got off as soon as
she realized that I was rubbing my panties between her lips, and she
fainted again.  Or passed out, but I could feel her still quivering,
through the white cotton stretched tight over my fingertips.  I held them
up, closing my eyes, and taking a deep breath through my nose.

   I just held her, and drifted off to sleep.  On my side, her face
pillowed in my chest, tiny calloused hands slipping between my thighs, and
tickling me.  "HuHA!" I squeezed them tight, but not hard enough to hurt
her.  I didn't want to hurt her, or if anyone else tries to.  Well, just
try it, and see where that gets you.  I'd rather play the villain, but if
she wants a superhero, I can do that.

   She's so much fun!  You know, all the giggling teenagers do when the
door's shut?  "I love you," I kissed her, held her until she drifted off
again.  I never felt that before.  It never felt that fun.  "Thank you," so
much, just for that.

   "Hn!"

   Subconscious {FiC Mnem MC Solo?  The PoV is semi-omniscient mental
masturbation, from overlapping memories, so yeah.}

   Subconscious

   She didn't remember, or think about it on the surface, but she fell
asleep.  Curled up in the covers, just like that first night when I found
her.  Desperate to get out of her father, coming in, blacked out drunk, and
flashing back to boy scouts.  Foetal, hugging her legs, out like a light,
either not dreaming, or forgetting it when she starts to wake up.

   Feeling cool, the covers pulled back, tits squashed around her legs,
almost up to her knees.  Naked, just took a shower, and got in bed without
bothering to turn on the light, or find some sleep shorts.  Woke up when I
moved her, his hands on her tight stretched butt, and shoulder, turning her
to half off the bed.  Inside her, finally flashing back to "Josh," buried
even deeper.

   Sitting up, in her room, on the bed, fooling around.  The usual,
slapping his hands, wanting it, but scared, confused, not wanting to give
in, but the arousal taking over.  His, she tells him to stop, when he pulls
out my shirt, but he yanks it out of my hands, over my arms, and holds it
over her face.  Mouth, the fabric blocking her nose, but what little she
can breathe is hot, recycled.  She tries to scream, but squeels muffled
into her shirt when he pushes her bra up, scraping her tit with the tight
belt, and grabs it.

   Hard, crushing it painfully, squeezing out a nipple, and sucking it hard
enough to feel his teeth.  He doesn't bite, or oven open them, but the hard
erasor bumping them, and washboarding back, and forth over them.

   Then her skirt up, "Shh," gasping for breath when his hand slips,
wanting to scream, but to ashamed, afraid of being seen like tis, feeling
weak, and helpless, and his hands on my panties, yanked aside so hard they
rip.  His cock, bumping hard, hit her clit once so he had to cover her
mouth again, ten slipping down.  "NM!" Tear, hot wet runny tears squeezed
out, soaking into her lashes, and wetting the shirt on one side.

   It hurts, and I'm cumming inside her, my tiny legs shaking in the warm
fluid, patting the thick rope of tissue, and pushing it down between my
legs.  Squeezing it between my thighs.  His belly on her hip, dark thick
Mexican curls brushing her ass, pressing down hard, his grunt, relaxing,
the rush of fluid swirling around me, and drifting away.

   .

   .

   Huh!  The womb, still spasming a little from the cervix.  Body twitching
and trying to sigh.  That was intense!  I gushed, out of the babywomb. 
Triple orgasm, flashing back to her father's, she didn't remember, just
fell back a sleep when I covered her up.  Then her's, recalling the rape,
and mine, gushing out around the umbilicus, the tiny unborn cunt.

   Huh!

   Candace {fc...G MC}

   "Hn?" WTF?  "Huh!" kind of dream was, "Hh!" God!  I almost forgot that
dream, yesterday morning, guess, but my father?  Bad enough Jose raped me,
but why would I dream about him?

   Probably a way to process it.

   But i don't want to!  It's so scary, just thinking about it, cause just
thinking about it it's like i'm back there, and i can't breathe and he's on
top of me, and inside me and "Nhnnhnhhn!" Still quivering inside.  "Huh!"
Whipe my eyes.

   "Nh!" Well, not getting any sleep anyway, but "Hn!" I'd rather think
about Sierra anyway.  No, I'm not, I can't be.  Well, it does run in your
family, the way dad looked at them.  His little boy friends.  Back when he
went out more, on the weekends, went fishing and camping, but didn't mind
them tagging along.

   Jose.

   "Hh!" Yeah, you saw how he looked at him, and he looked away, his tanned
face getting darker.  But, I thought he always wanted a son.  {No, he never
wanted a son, your mom wanted a daughter, but he was afraid to ever have a
son.} Why?  {Incest.} Who the fuck are you?

   {Your daughter,} I could feel her, inside me.  No, i mean her body, I
could feel her hands, squeezing around something, pulling it out until it
slipped between her palms, and a twitch inside.  My belly, pulled in.  {The
Placenta.}

   Then him, "Nh!" but Jose got between my legs, and it wasn't dark, and he
didn't smell like beer.  Stale beer, {Blacked out drunk} sometimes he
doesn't even remember coming home, yelling and singing loudly, waking us
up, and yelling when we come out.  {It's like sleepwalking, what happens
when they wake up, see where they are.}

   My life.  WTF Are you, then?

   {Possessed, you remember church?} Haven't been in years.  {Well, they
got a lot wrong, but when something happens as sick as this, I can come
out, and get a body for a while.  A lifetime.} A deamon.

   {Daemoness.  Changeling,} she felt hollow inside, {HehahA!} I shivered.
{Yeah, that's the myth.  Like I said, your churches' got a lot wrong.  But
your pedorast father, blacked out drunk, rapes his daughter in her sleep,
and I couldn't resist.  That's what let me in.} ;) She winked?  No, I
winked, she winked my eye?  {Same body, I get to possess you too, until I'm
born.}

   And what about, all those.  {Cats?} Ew.  {Hehuha!  Just thought you'd
like to see what it's like in nature.  before you came along, with ideas
like sex, and rape.} Sabertooths.  {Yes, before Man we had cats.} Demons.
Demons are real!  I mean, they told me in church, but I never thought I'd
meet one.  Didn't really ever think about it.  {Or you'd get raped, twice
in the same week, your drunk father's a pedorast;} That's like a pedophile.

   {That's a kind of pedophile.  He likes boys, but he's not gay, doesn't
even fuck them.} I don't want; {Tough, he's your father, you should know
him better.  With them it's more about the innocence of youth, he was
molested as a boy, so that's how he imagines boys learning sexuality. 
Being taught, by an elder, a man.  When they grow up they take that role,
the Teacher.  Then he jacks off remembering the molestation.  He didn't
even get it up, doing it.} but he's married, you said he doesn't want a
son? {It scares him, even evil has standards, and for some reason he's got
a problem with incest.}

   He raped me, though!  {No, I raped you.  I didn't have a lot of options,
and I hated his body.} I felt it?  {Yeah, this is your father's body, this
is him with twinks he picked up at gay bars, and here's what you felt like
inside.} "Uh!" I grunted, or he grunted, inside me.  But I felt him, his.
{Cock, it's a cock.} "Huh!" sticking out, throbbing hard, his heart beating
in it, the thick spurts, how tight I was.  "HhH!" I spasmed, empty inside,
but it felt so hot, the warm spread up my tummy, over my shoulders, and
around my neck.

   I blinked, up at the ceiling.  "That was, huh!" {An orgasm.} I panted
like a puppy.  {Cummon, let's go see if my girlfriend is up.} She's not my
girlfriend!  {Of course not, you're going to learn what Mine means.  You
are Mine, I own you.  You're straight, got that, but right next door
there's a lonely little girl that worships you.  So, just this once, I'll
give you a choice.  You wanna go molest her, and be loved, or do you want
to stay alone, with me?  Up to you, lover, or Victim.}

   Not much of a choice.  {You're lucky I'm giving you that.  I'm always
horny, sex demon, part of the job description.  Right now the choices are
her, Jose, or me.  So, which is it?} Go play lesbo, or rape.  {Or I'll just
keep molesting you.}

   "Huh!" I got up.  "You wanna take a bath first?" {I don't wash out,
we're just going to get dirty again, and I love showers...} Stop!  No don't
close your eyes, think of something, anything else, get the window open,
{Good.}

   It was dark, but the shingles feel gritty under my feet, and she just
walks on the toes up to the top.  Runs over it, quick, my feet barely
touching it, then she Jumps.  I feel the branch just long enough to kick
it, then we land, holding onto the gutter so we don't fall over. 
Crouching, over the patio, 10' down there, solid cement.  Then my heart
races.  She leans back, puts my arms up, and my feet down, and i climb
backwards back up the roof.

   She's asleep, her face almost against the window, the end of her pillow
squished flat.  KNOCK.  She blinks awake, sees me, and smiles.  Gets up on
her knees to unlock the window.  She's naked, skinny, her wavy black hair
over her shoulders so it just slopes up over her head.  I never saw a
little girl with abs before, she's got like an 8-pack, but the bottom 2 cut
into triangles, or {Trapezoids} over the pointed puff, and thin hairless
lips between her legs.  And tan-lines, lots of them.  Strap, tank top,
sleeveless, and short sleeves, just on her shoulder, and arm.

   {It's just like playing with yourself, only you can see better, and
reach all the angles.} She scoots back on her knees, twists to get a
hair-tye, and turns back.  Half bent over, one hand down by her pillow, my
hand cupping around her cheek, and fingertips slipping in between.  Just
feel her lips, flatten, pulled over next to her thigh.  It gets darker, and
darker down her leg, but her body is almost pale, whitish, where the sun
don't shine.

   It's not so bad, not like I never touched myself, and she sighs.  Lays
back down, sideways, her hair across the pillow, and closes her eyes. 
"{Good morning,}" she kisses her.

   "Hm," she sighs, and smiles when I touch her again.

   Mandy {fM NS}

   "Si', ?" He stops holding the door, by the knob.

   "Sorry," sit up, "Mr.  Miller." Blink, and push my hair out of my eyes.
Half naked with the blanket slipping down my side, "Guess we passed out."

   "Mh?" she curls up naked next to my body, and leg, her hair brushing
into my tit.

   "Sierra!" She sits up.  Kinda switched back and forth between
eachothers' windows through the week.

   "Dad?" she looks back, up to me, then turns, back at him.  "Aw," she
pulled the covers over her head, "This isn't happening!" Muffled into the
pillow.

   "We need to talk," I got up, "When I get some clothes on," push the door
shut.  "Huh!"

   "Wha'dwe do?" Still hiding under the covers, "I better go talk to him,"
pull my shorts up, and a shirt over, without any underwear.  It was chilly
last night, so I grabbed my robe, and belted it on.  Still didn't do
anything about my tits.

   Middleaged guy, Anglow, never caught him staring at my chest.  Happily
married, one of each, Mexican wife.  Mexican American, I mean she's from
Texas, doesn't even teach her kids Spanish.  Alicia, I think, away at
church.  "Bound to get busted at some point," better let Candy see this.

   }Huh?{ Still asleep, she sleeps like the dead.  She just shut down, and
maybe dreams a little.  {Got to face the music} Sit down across the coffee
table, cross my legs, and look up at mister Miller.  Didn't even glance at
them.  "Huh!" not teasing my way out of this one, "I know how it looks, but
I just needed someone to," flashback to Jose, smothering with my shirt, the
breathless pain, fear, }Huh?{

   {Stay with me now, I need you to cry.} "He raped me!" bury her eyes in
her hands, "Nhnhnhnh!" until i can get the tears flowing.  "{Jose',} Huh!"
That otta do it.

   "No," Denial, "My boy, he's not," bargaining, "JOSE, JOSHUAH MILLER!" I
looked up, but he stomped to the stairs, and pounded the bannister, "GET
YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!"

   He lied, tried every lame excuse, but he tried for years, whining just
to get his hands on them, then got her drunk, held her down, and raped her.
"I'm pregnent." Well, that stopped the debate right there.

   "She wanted it, I didn't rape her."

   "No!" I got up, "You held me down, covered my mouth so i didn't scream,
i said Stop, but you just kept going," he coward in the corner, so I
slapped him, "You RAPED me!" Backhanded him, then Mr.  miller pulled me
back, kicking, and streaming "NAUH!  let me go, I Kill you, I'll fucking
KILL him!"

   I let him win, all the times I let them win, or the last few.  Ruth,
Megha', Larry when he got that new orthotic, before we ran away.  "Huh!" I
relaxed, let her cry, "Nhmhnh!" He held me, didn't try to cop a feel, just
pulled his arms out from under my tits when I stopped hitting him.  Held
her in his lap, and i let her cry.  {There, that was great.}

   }I hate you, you souless bitch!{

   {That's the spirit.} I laughed.  Could've gone a lot worse.

   "{I forgive you.}" I got up.  }God, you're enjoying this!{ Pay
attention, you might learn something.  "{Huh!  after what my daddy did to
you.  I know, what it feels like to be a victim, now.  I should have said
something, but I was scared, and he's,}" your Father.  "WHhHhH!" Fall down,
shaking with sobs.  "{And she's uh!  Sierra's the only one that
understands.}"

   Perfect.  Now he was crying too!

   }You're evil.{

   {Thank you!}

   Mandy

   She moved in.  Dear old dad didn't say anything, I didn't even have to
blackmale him, or tell him about the rape.  Her rape, maybe he's
subconsciously guilty about mine, but there's always the years of camping
trips, and probably hundreds of boys.  Wish I could remember Josh
specifically, when he was younger, and just learning about love.  Man/boy
love, that is.

   }Ew.{ mornin' sunshine.

   "Huh!" got to get up, anyway.  Sierra rolled over, and pulled the covers
over her.  "Just need to see the doctor," I kissed her temple, and she
closed her eyes.  Moved her leg to slip her hands between them.  She
sighed, I held the doorknob and slowly let it turn back, the latch to sink
into the frame without a click.

   He was out front, getting in the minivan when I came out, he didn't look
at me, I waved anyway when he drove off.  So, I went next door, knocked,
and waited.  "Candace?"

   "I need to talk to Josh." What for?  {Closure.}

   He let me push open the door.  "He's in his room." Upstairs, right next
to the bathroom, she showed me his peephole, between some tiles over the
bathtub where the mortar fell out.  Or, what kind of mortar do they use
with tile?{Grout.}

   I knocked, he looked surprised, then a little fear before depressive
shame.  "Have a seat," I locked the door behind me.

   "I'm sorry."

   "I know, you got excited, and lost control." believe me, I know.  "Huh!
Hormones," I sat at his desk, and crossed my legs, "Now I'm not going to
hurt you again, if you don't try anything funny, so you can relax." He
tried, but I did hit him pretty hard.  Bet he still had a bruise from her
elbow, to remember, every time he thinks about getting it up for a while to
reinforce the memory.

   "What I came to talk about is my father."

   "What about him?" He looked away.

   I laughed, "You think I don't know?  You're not the first boy he took
camping with him, did you guys actually do much fishing?" His shoulders
fell, denial.  I just outed them the other day, but you don't think about
that, you don't think about anything that might be triggering.  "You got to
old, then he stopped letting you tag along, found another boy, a younger
one."

   "No," he looked at his legs, "He stopped when I said I'm not gay."

   "It's not gay, yeah it's homosexual because you're both guys, but he's a
pedorast.  That's like a pedophile, but he likes to teach boys, instead of
fuck them."

   "When did you get so smart?"

   "}God!{" let it out, "Why does everyone think I'm stupid just because
I'm pretty and I got big boobs?" She covered her chest with her arms, when
he looked at them.  {First time this morning, and you did say "Boobs." I'd
say he learned his lesson.} Too bad, I want him to suffer!  {Huheha!  Oh,
he will, the memories will torture him for years, and his risk of suicide
just went up exponentially, but I'll explain it later.  Try to stay on
task.} Huh, Fine!  Okay... I hope he kills himself, I hope it fucking
hurts, too.

   "Anyway," roll my eyes, "You might want to see a shrink about it," tell
him about it, relive the abuse, and rape, and shame over and over, "Unless
you want to turn into a rapist." Stupid spic.  {Hey now, that's Racist!}
Yeah well, I gave him a chance and he raped me.  Last time I trust one of
them.  "Huh!" I didn't slam the door.  {Some day you may understand why I
had to do that.  Trust me, it would have ruined his life.} Good!  He's a
loser anyway.  {Yes, but he's only got 1 victim now.  Leaving him like that
would be like sending him to prison.} So?  He belongs there!  {Yes, with
the other rapists, and even more violent men.  Which will only make him
more of a rapist, and when he gets out, well you should feel sorry for the
next girl he sees.}

   }What kind of demon are you?{ with your, morals, and.  Trying to fix the
world.

   {A guardian angel.} She's hispanic too, and you know she loves you.

   "Huh!" Facepalm.  "Fine, whatever, I get it." And love?  {No, I don't
love.} You can't.  {No, but that doesn't mean I ever want to see her suffer
like you.  You understand that, dipshit?  No, you're not stupid, you're
just naive.  So, you might as well learn something about life from me,
unless you want to go back to your life.} I showed her, the path she got on
when she let a boy rape her, twice more.  Her mother, crushed under the
first man who settled for her.

   }Or Chroma.{ The i really was surpliforus.  }All right, if you can make
me more like Her, i think we can deal.{ Play back one of His chuckles.  }Is
that the devil?{ Yeah, close e fuckin'nuff.

   {And besides, (C) Transformer comics.} There's already a copywrite on
Chromia, but I had to look it up.

   Sierra {G Solo}

   "Huh!" It's not the same as when she touches me.  I guess she's right,
I'm not too sensitive, it's just when She touches me, it's Her fingers
between my legs, and "HhHuh!" I just have to think about her, but it's been
years since I could think of anything else.  But now, I can smell her hair
on the pillow, and the covers are still warm from her body, and I just want
to wrap her around me so the world goes away.  But life, she's pregnant, so
she has to go to the doctor.  They took her off the pills, she started too
late, when they already started having sex.

   "Hh!" I knew it hurt, she cried, every time but she let him.  Do it
again, and again, she didn't know it was rape.  Either, even he thought it
was an accident, but I saw it.  He raped her, then they had sex, a couple
more times.  And I wanted to, bust down the window, and tear him off of
her, make him stop hurting her, hold her until she stopped crying, and kill
him.  My own brother, yeah I guess it looked racist, making him black, but
that's why I didn't want to make him Mexican in the comic.  Or half
Mexican.

   I guess that's why I froze, I couldn't even look away, or stop crying. I
didn't know what to do, run away, try to break the window and get them
busted, or jump off the roof and hope to die.  I didn't know it was rape, I
just thought she loved him, instead of me.

   And now she loves me, and it's more wonderful than I even dreamed, but I
can touch myself, and it's not so intense I have to try not to faint. 
"HhHhH!"

   Vatos {MMMFg NS Viol}

   "Ye, chica," coming out of the clinic from an appointment.  It's
downtown, fucking Espa'!  "Whachu doin with thes Blanca?" He chucked his
head, and pursed his lips at me.

   "Hey," I put my hand up, "I aint' racist, but back off." You fucking
wetback.  Whenever somebody says `I don't want to sound racist, but;' you
do.  That was the plan, get their attention on me, step around her to block
the line of fire, I look over at the car, about to say cover when he pushed
me.

   So, I grabbed his shoulders, stopped at arms length, jumped, pulled, and
uppercut him with my knee.  He flapped his shirt at me, to unsnap it, and
flash the but sticking out on his hip, cross draw, right handed.  But
little tweety birds popped out over his head, and he fell, so I held my leg
on his chest, rolled back, and felt down to his hip before he rolled out of
the way.

   POW!  The one on the right fell back with a spray of hair, blood, bone,
and grey matter.  Don't even get off a shot.  Then I saw the other, behind
her, gun over his nose, and mouth, the look of fear in her eyes, trying to
look over at the muzzle at her temple.  Down at the trigger guard, the
safety, pressed in so the red line around it was buried, no chamber
indicator, but one assumes it's loaded when it's pointing at my
girlfriend's head!

   "Drop et blanca, or you little chica ge'sit." He backed up.  Looked far
enough not to burn her with the muzzle flash, she had her eyes squeezed
tight.  Shivering, about 7 times a second.  .  .

   POW!  I saw his finger try to fall off, and get caught.  Hooked in the
trigger guard, knocked into his face by the 9mm copper coated slug
flattened against the grip.  "Aei!" he fell down, screaming, and crumpled
over his hand.  "You beech!"

   "Don't you EVER!" he fell over, clutching his ribs, "Threaten My
girlfriend aGAIN!" Stomped him until I felt ribs crack under her heel.  She
practically tackled me to push me back, before I killed him too.  "Huh,"
the world sped up again, "Huh, huh!"

   Sierra {FG+ NS Mnem Viol}

   She binked, where her eyes shut?  "Okay," she panted, but her voice
sounded so calm, "Everbody freezes up in their first gunfight." I jumped
when she dropped the clip, then pumped another bullet out with the slidey
thing on top.  I'd never seen a gun before in real life.  Now I'll have to
draw a gun.

   She clapped, "Come on," she took me inside by the hand.

   There were so many people, it's not like an emergency clinic, but it's
not even lunchtime, and it's so crowded.  "She just got attacked!" She
sounded scared, "One of them is knocked out, out there." Point at the
parking lot.

   Yeah, but you just killed, actually close to half, or the median. 
"Huh!" are you all right?  "It's not my blood?" My face felt wet, and my
hair was all sticky.  I didn't faint, why didn't I faint?  "It all happened
so fast?"

   "What happened?"

   Great, this was the part I can't never write, "She saved me," I pointed,
blinked.  Yeah, write that down.  "Uh," people, with cell-phones, "Huh?"

   .

   .

   [Candace John: Witness]

   I caught her.  Saw it later on the news, she looked up to see if anyone
caught that.  Her supernatural speed, I missed it at the time, but I was
panicing, from what I already missed.  Yes, Sierra's right, it happened so
fast.

   I just went numb, my skin probably tingled too, but then I was moving,
then it was dark, and loud, then I got up.  On the news he clearly pushed
me first, then She nearly kicked his head off.

   Guillermo T.  Suspect.  "Che hit me first." In a neck brace, and a
wheelchair.  {But I didn't kill him.}

   Are you hiding?

   {Hh, I'm still chilling out, after not going berserker, and rampaging
downtown.  There was 3 guns there, only a matter of time before I got my
hands on a knife.} So, you're like a school shooter?  {Huh, I am capable of
killing sprees, and I don't want to blow this all up once it's starting to
go right.}

   "You call this right?" I shook my head, but now I'm in the hospital, the
footage hit the news, and people aren't really looking at me.  {Well, you
of all people should know Denial when you see it.} Huh?  {Hehuha, sorry,
little joke.  They don't know what to think, so they don't.  Might as well
be invisible.  "Uh,} raise my hand, {Can I get a shower?}"

   Thought you liked showers.  {That's probably where you'd be right now if
I hadn't taken you.  Wanna see it again?  It's your memory, the first night
you "had sex." You'd still be with Jose', wondering when it's gonna stop
hurting and start feeling good.  And calling him "Josh," you priviledged
princess, because you can't be bothered to learn your boyfriends' name. 
Now,} she curled up inside me, {You wanna leave me alone?  I'm feeling like
a real bitch right now.}

   I rubbed my belly.  "Thank you," for saving our lives.  I patted it.

   Sierra {fG Hero Saph}

   "My hero," she didn't feel that strong, but I rubbed her arms, anyway.
She kissed me, and held me just in case, but my knees didn't even feel
weak, so I hugged her, picked her up.  "Wuha?" and we fell on her bed,
laughing.  Felt more like our bed now, it had barely been a week, but I
didn't even unpack my dolls from their box yet.  Yeah, she's right, Loisa's
totally my ex.

   Ew, dried blood.  We got showers at the hospital, but we didn't change
clothes.  As good an excuse as any!  I'll pick them up later, but not sure
if I even want to try washing them.  "Hh," she likes my butt.  It doesn't
feel like her chest at all, but I like how her hands feel on me, even
there, and her lips pull off mine.  "Your parents spank you?" Never even
threatened, she let go, and I winced.  "Huh," she turned over, "get up."
Felt back.  "Panties on?"

   I blinked, shrugged.

   "Yeah," she layed down, "Panties on." She layed down, put her arms under
the pillow.

   Okay, "You want me to spank you?" That feels strong.  She flexes even
harder, and I squeezed them.  I can't believe I kissed her butt!  "Hihihin!
But you're so good!"

   "Huh!" she put her chin up in her pillow, which made it jump in my
hands. "That was insense," Okay, I like her butt too!  "So, I might be a
bit less sensitive." Because of the fight, and you know, I didn't faint
once since they all crowded around us in the clinic?  "Ah!" She laughed,
and put her head down.

   I felt them, the back of her panties where I just hit her.  "Harder?" I
pulled my hand back, and waited.  She nodded.  "MH!" Into the pillow.  I
hit her again, and stopped.  Didn't hurt my hand, but she hit Josh all the
time.  She was always a physical girl, hitting your arm, or talking with
her hands, slapping people when she was mad, but I never thought she'd like
it?  "MH!  Hh." She sighed that time, and her butt was really heating up. I
tried not to giggle, but this was fun, and not even really very sexy.

   Except her panties, and she explained to me the difference between kink
and fetish but I don't remember.  People think she's stupid, because she
always thinks about it before she talks, but I think that's smart.  "Hh!"
She just sighs when I hit her, so I just spank her faster, and harder, and
I wonder how sexy it feels too her, but it's getting real red, and I' going
back and forth instead of trying to hit both in the middle.  And my hand
doesn't hurt, but it's getting tired, so, "Is that enough?"

   "Yeah," she rolls her hip back, and I really want to get her off now
that I see how red, and hot she is, in the lime green sheer bra, and
panties.  So, I get into them, and now I can smell her, and she's so hot in
there, and her lips are swullen.  I don't like anything inside me.  Maybe
her tongue, and that's it, but it doesn't go in too deep.  She loves it,
and my middle fingertip slips right in even though she's not that moist
yet. "Huh!" I hold still, but she doesn't cum.

   I know what to do about that, so I pull her panties down, and she puts
her leg down.  I put my shoulder down, beside her, and get a good sniff
before I stick my tongue in, and swirl it around.  Not that I need an
excuse, now I'm feeling all hot and sticky, so I get my fingers in between
my legs to rub my panties.  "Hhuh!" lick her again.

   "Uh," she coughs, "AchUH!" And spits in her hand.  Rubs it in behind
her, so I move my face, and watch her fingertip rub at her butthole.  So, I
don't have to kiss it again, I don't think I really like that, it's not
bad, but it's not pussy, and her pussy's right there, and her fingers don't
get in the way.  I feel her nail brush my cheek, that's about it, but that
gives me the rythm so I can slip my tongue back and forth between my teeth,
and our lips.  "HhahH!" Her nail slips in, so I lick over to her clit, and
slip my fingers around my wet cheek.  "Smuip!" I kiss her again, but feel
for her hole, and wiggle my middle finger in between hers.

   nlm

   Yeah, she had to show me why it's the sign for fuck you.  "Hheheh!"
Breathless, and pretty loosened up, so I stop kissing her, and pull out to
see she's got 2 in now, like lmL for rock&roll!  so it touch my second, and
third longest fingertips together like she showed me, and curled them in
around my thumb.  "Uuuuuuh!" She moaned, and started hunching when I got
deep enough to push my knuckle in.  Or the back of my thumb, twisting it
back and forth a little to wiggle it between her lips.  Her pubes pushed
out, so I bit them between my lips, and let them curl back, and snap out
when she started cumming.  She didn't gush, but some dribbled down the
bottom of my wrist when I started fucking all three fingers in hard,
bashing her with my thumb.  It's amazing that I have to hit it that hard,
but she's not as sensitive as me, and it's making really loud sucking
noises.  She came a long time before she stretched her legs out, so I had
to stop.  "HuhHhH!" She shuddered, "You want to get off now?"

   She joked, we both laughed, that's her kind of joke.

   I guess I wasn't as sensitive from all the excitement either.  I half
expected to pass out when she touched me again, but I pushed her fingers in
through my panties, and I wanted her to rub me harder, "Yh?  Rougher,
rougher!" And faster, she felt so strong, and "Huh!" That felt better, she
tried to stop, but I pushed her fingers back in, and made her keep rubbing
me off.  "HhHhHhHhH!" I cummed forever, I mean it came out, soaked through
her fingers into my panties, I could feel them a little damp on the outside
when we finally stopped, but I didn't even feel like fainting.

   I was so exited, when she pulled them off, and put them under my face.
So I could smell myself, taste myself too, and the damp cotton all over my
face.  She held me down on hers, with my hands in hers, over the backs of
my face, and I didn't even try to count how many times I got off, but she
needed a towel when she was done.  It ran down her neck.  So, we went to
take a shower.

   1: No peephole, it's got a plastic thing wrapped around the walls with
some holes for the knobs, and the faucets.
2: It's not next door, it has a door, and another to the spare room,
because she doesn't have a brother.
and 3: No window.  Her roof is actually a little steeper, and higher. 

Yeah, they all look like split-levels, but they're not all the same.

   "Are they getting smaller?" I felt them, they hung lower, she doesn't
really look that pregnant yet.  It doesn't stick out much in a shirt, and
it's not fat.  It's firm, and round, and I can feel the water slosh around
in it, "Was that a kick?" I laughed.

   "Both legs," her voice sounded hard again, but she kissed me, and turned
off the water.  Wow, you're not supposed to start feeling kicks for another
month, at least.

   "Hh!" I licked my lips, "She feels strong."

   "She will be," she sounded so soft, and caring, and sure.  Especially
when she said she knew it was a girl.  "You have no idea."

   Mandy (FM Drug NS.  G Solo Bond.)

   "Huh!" dish pit.  I'm not going to describe it in disgusting detail,
sufficive to say it sucks.  But we need money, food, clothes, lube.  "Huh!"
Need to budget for lube, but that just reminds me who I'm doing this for.
Not for me, "Sierra." That's what gets me through the shift, her face. 
Smiling up at me, then her eyes closing, sighing, her warming, and plumping
in my hand.  I got caught up, so I took a bathroom break.

   "Ah!" I didn't even need a fantasy, a mind blowing situation, or
scenario to make it hot, brutal, painful, or terrifying.  Just her smile,
the way she twitches, still almost faints, or drifts off to sleep,
quivering against my hand...

   I wash my hands anyway, pull the thick black loose gloves up to my
elbows, and tie on the plastic apron.  They let me put on music, so I got
my phone out, and the tape adaptor to plug it in the boombox.  It's got a
CD tray on top, but the door broken off, so I have to be careful not to
splash it with spray, but huh!

   [Led Zeppelin - Babe I'm Gonna Leave You (One)]

   "Huuuuuuuh!" Shake my head, but they cleared the 8 top, 3 pans, so lean
in, and shake the dishpit like a drummer, slide the tray full of plates in,
and drop the door.  Sniff, and wipe my eye, them shake my head, and turn
back to the line.  Barry drops a sautee in his pan, and wiped his tattooed
hands with his fingers.  "Huh!"

   "You all right?" Pick sup his pitcher of beer, the lip ring clacking on
the plastic rim, but he washes it down, and set it back.  I grabbed one of
the towels to dry my face, but the washer cycles, so I sigh, went back, and
pushed them through with the silver basket.  The washer kicked in, and I
stacked up plates for the rack.  He flipped some cakes, and an order of
French Toast.  Brunch, why did it have to be brunch.

   "I'm fine now."

   He laughed, "Got something in your eyes?" He looked over at the stereo,
puckered his fat lips and nodded.  Who ever heard of a Mexican named Barry?
And he's huge, bald with a bushy beard, no hairnet, tattooed, and pierced
like a biker.  I swear, if anyone ever saw what the people who cook for
them looked like, restraunts would just close down.  But we got a break,
during the changeover for dinner, and he was off.  Let the next shift set
up the Mizzen Plaz, just broke it down, stacked it up, grabbed a fresh
stack of 3rd, and 6th pans from the end of the counter, so I could push the
baskets back father, a handfull of bars to seperate them in the well.

   [Bolt Thrower - Inside the Wire (Honour, Valor, Pride.)] Huh!  Fucking
depressing too,but ever since the fight downtown, let's just say it was a
wakeup call.  Now I'm a target, and for it's size, Espa has a
disproportionate amount of gang related crime.  I'da thought they're
running pot down from Colorado, but apparently Smack is still a thing, and
Meth of course, and they're in a good spot on the I-25 corridor.

   But, "Huh!"

   Barry dropped off his pitcher, empty, and shook the lmL sign, rocking
his head with a look of sweet pain on his mouth.  "Great riff." I stood up,
from hanging over the sink, "You need a break?" He pinched his first
finger, and kissed it.  So, I dropped my gloves, and apron, let my hair
out, and tied it back again on my way out the back door.  He lit a cigar,
and the joint, then passed it to me.

   "You don't want to talk about it." He shrugged, took it back, puffed out
his lips to suck it in.  He's huge, like a Samoan, may be part Samoan FAIK.


   "Huh!  some gangsters threatened my girlfriend," he knows I'm gay, "And
now with the baby, Huh!" And pregnant, though that's getting harder to
hide, "And I don't know what else to do." Actually, the choice is pretty
clear, break up with her, and flee town, or go all Tokyo on their asses,
and wipe them out, level them too the ground.  So yeah, tough call, but
kind of trying to lower my profile here, and there's nothing like an utter
extermination for that!  "Huh!"

   "Yeah, but that's a breakup song." Like the breakup song, for like 50
years.

   "Yeah." I sniffed again.

   "You can't run away together?" Across state lines?  She's 11.  Um,

   "I don't know where to go, and how would we survive?  I'm pregnant, and
she can't work." I hate staying with my dad, but It's nice to have more
choices, "And what happens if I leave, and they come after her?" Mary Jane
Watson is in some sort of trouble cliche', and if they hurt her, or kill
her, then I'll probably leave this town a smoking crater.  Damn it, but he
hugs me anyway.  He's fat, and smelly, his shirt is so impregnated with
grease it's waterproof, and I just don't know what to do.  "Thanks," I
sniffed, and went back in.  All those pans ain't gonna wash themselves.

   She knew when I was coming home, a little late even, but I could hear
her.  Muffled grunts, creaking and scraping on the floor, she "Got started
without me." Or, lost track of time, with my panties over head like a mask,
dirty crotch right over her mouth and clothes, and this time she tied her
wrists to the bedpost.  Grinding hard into the footboard, her knee up on
the matress, and her foot barely able to reach the floor, but she humped it
so hard the bed shook, and the feet dragged back and forth.

   And, ever since the fight, she's been, getting into, some more, advanced
kinks.  I swear, I didn't put any "Magic" into it, stimulate my fingertips
with Nano, or shiver them to vibrate, but she didn't pop off with a touch
any more, and when I'm not there.  I guess it was the spanking, I told her
I needed more stimulation, and I guess that gave her ideas.  And I guess
that made her, somehow less like the Sierra I fell in love with.  Which
made me feel guilty, knowing what happens to everything I touch, this is
like a record for me, almost 4 months before the corruption crept in,and
tainted something pure, and beautiful, again.

   Why can't I stop fuckng everything up?  I blamed the hormones, the
genophages, but now I know those were excuses.  Even as a girl, with a girl
who loves me, I'm cursed, anyone I touch is cursed, damned to a life of
pain, and fear, and rape.  "Uh!" She had to untye herself when I started
crying loud enough to hear me.

   "Celeste" {FG Rape Fant Toy}

   She left, so I went right for her underwear drawer.  She had such pretty
things, soft, and lacey, and colorful compared to my plain "Big girl"
underwear.  But I wasn't a big girl, not like her.  I don't even have
training bras.  But there's this thing.  In the back, it rolled out when I
pulled open the drawer so I had to dig under everything to find it, feel
it, pull it out.

   "Celeste!" I dropped it, but it bounced off the end of the drawer, and I
couldn't stop it from tumbling down, landing on some dirty clothes, and
rolling to a stop.  It was pink, and "I told you to stay out of my stuff!"
She grabbed it, "And what are you doing in here in the first place?" She
held it like a knife, just swinging it next to her leg when she was
yelling, and I shrank back in the corner.

   "What is that?" She hid it behind her.  It didn't look like any toy I
saw before, and why does she hide it?  She grabbed my arm, and pulled it
hard.

   "Get OUT!" she pushed me, but I got mad, and hit her.

   "Why don't you tell me!"

   "DON'T HIT ME!" she shrieked, and I fell down, holding my cheek, and
crying.  My skirt flopped up too, so I just pulled my legs up, and held my
face.

   Curled up like a baby, with her dirty clothes all around me, framed by
her bed, and the dresser, the corner of the door, and her closet.  Her legs
in the corner, hand on her hip, and the long round hard pink plastic
sticking out of her fist.

   Then looking up at her, feet wide, and tapering up to her miniskirt,
just a spec of red from her underwear under the hem, her fist gripping it,
knuckles on her hip, pointing down, mouth open wide to yell another
accusation, the bubble popping out, pointing down at her mouth.

   "You wanna knows what it is?" She bent down, "I'll show you what it's
for," she grabbed the back of my panties, and jerked them down.  Over my
bottom, I heard them rip with a KHct!  Sound, black thread popping out of
the ribbon around the waist, a seam starting to give on the side, the white
cotton triangle of the seat stretched tight over her fingernails.  Then her
hand came down on my hip.  "I'll teach you to mess with my stuff." She
looked mean, furious, not like my sister at all, but she was smiling. 
Wide, but her lips tight, every tooth visible at the edges, not the points
of the canines, the cuspids, the one that's a little behind, not lined up,
and shorter, but her teeth coming apart, and the tip of her tongue sticking
out.

   "Hhuh!"

   "UH!" It broke, and I screamed, but she kept smiling down, her eye like
a slit under the brow, sticking out, and down, except the very end curling
up to a wicket tip.

   She slapped the notebook shut, looked away, then put the pillow over it.
"I'm sorry," she covered her eyes, "But I don't think I can do that to
you."

   "It's just a fantasy," I lied, a little.  It's been THE fantasy for a
while.  Well, not necessarily the big sister thing, it could have been my
mom, pregnant as she is, with a lesbian porn stash, and a husband to come
in late.  He's drunk, wakes her up, and rapes her quietly so they don't
wake the girls.  But, the girls heard, the eldest right next door, then
coming in, finding her porn, and toys, then catching her sister in her
room.

   "Huh!" but I guess it's good for when she's not around, I start feeling
lonely, and horny, and I can't wait for her to get home.  "I just don't
want to hurt you, I promised myself, I never want to see you hurt."

   "But it's want I want," I held her, whispered in her hair, like a
secret. "I want you to hurt me." She pushed me off.  "Yes!" I fell back,
"Take me, Rape me!"

   "No," she got up, and walked out.  "I can't." her hand shook, reaching
for the door, "I'd kill you." She shut it, gently, I watched the knob turn,
and stop, without a sound.  The shadows of her feet walked off.  "Huh!" I
picked up the comic, and my lining pencil.

   Amanda Hunt {FG Virg Cons}

   "Huh!" I guess I've been holding back, Wipe the emery board off on my
thigh, and "Wh!" Blow the dust off.  Test it on my tongue, she hadn't said
anything, again, but maybe I haven't been dominant enough.  Denial, "I
don't want to hurt you," when I ment I really didn't want to see her
change. But she stalked me, fantasized me busting in with a battleaxe, then
kneeling on her bed.

   Taking her head in my hand, telling her it would be all right...

   Not as good as a memory, from a mindhack you get the feelings behind it.
She wanted to be taken like that, why she didn't act, that's not her role.
Just didn't know how to ask for it, or I probably covered it up with that
innocent image of her.  But now she's not expecting it,

   KLUNK!  Back against the door.  "This what you want?" Her jaw against
the top of my thumb, and finger, turning slightly to push her in the
corner. Her pulse racing against my fingertips, so she could look up at me.
Her eyes are wide open, smiling, and then she nods.  Ever so slightly. 
"Huh!" Shivers, and takes another breath, but I don't let her head fall,
press her shoulders into the corner with my arm, bending down to slip the
hem of her nighty up her thighs, careful not to catch the tip of my pinky
on the front of her underpants.

   Pinch the little bow, stitched into the waistband, slipping my
fingertips in, and "HhHhuh!" She has to take another breath.  Not choking
her, just feeling her hot neck, and the breath rushing through her throat,
run my hand down her collarbones, and over her flat chest.  The little
divit, shaped like a pear over her heart.  Her panties down, squeezing my
hand flat between her thighs, and moaning, gasping in another shuddering
breath.

   Dry, warm, but still a few years away from ever gushing like the comic
book fantasies.  But I pry her thighs open, feel the pulse in one on the
back of my thumb, but I'm brushing her open by feel, slipping my littlest
nail back until it catches a little in the bottom.  Her eyes go wide, but I
hold her mouth quiet, and press hard.

   Catching the edge, and wiggling a little so it slices in.  "mH!" The
cold numbness creeping up myback, skin rippling up, and spreading into my
shoulders, down my throat.  Twisting, her grunt of pain falling to a sigh
as she goes limp in my hands.  "HhuhH!" Pressing the air out, the
neurotransmitters sharp and bitter in my lungs, drowning in them, holding
her mouth open, and releasing the pressure on her chest.  the wet gasp
gurgling as I rush down her throat.

   Candace {F Solo Show NS}

   {Uh,} I held her, {Hello?} in the corner, expect her to have a seizure,
and "Uh!" She feels so heavy, but I get her on the bed.  Ew, wipe my bloody
pinky on the sheet, she's leaking a little, but it doesn't look.  well, I
don't know what it's supposed to look like, just how raw I felt.

   Did she rape her?  I can remember but, "Huh!" It's just not clear at
all, every, when she moaned into my mouth, was that a, "No!"?  She said she
wanted me, to.  No, that's not me, it was her.  Sure, I remember molesting
her, but that was her thing, and I didn't really like it, but now I feel
nothing.

   It's her body, just another girl, and sure I care about her, but I
checked, nothing.  She still looks so turned on, her thin wrinkled lips
aren't twitching thet I can see, but they're hot, and thick with blood, and
a little trickles out.

   "Ew," I get up, and cough.  It kicks, and I hold my belly, but feel dry
inside.  Nothing comes up, but the memory of them filling up, and damn
those neurotransmitters taste nasty, but "Huh!" She's gone, I feel alone
for the first time in it feels like forever, and I really need that shower
now.  Alone, without her to molest me, and get off on the flashbacks.

   All the rapes, so I hadn't forgot that, Her memories, forced into my
head.  She raped my mind, over and over, and I never felt so angry, or
terrified, and his rage, her fear, together until it was overwhelming and,

   "Uhuhuh!" I was curled up, in the back of the tub, trying to cover
myself, but now the water spattering was annoying, and started feeling like
torture.  Yeah, I know what that feels like, more than anyone, and my nail
feel so sharp.  But he nail is soft, the skin all rubbery, so I pull it off
with my teeth, and spit it away.

   Before I try to cut my wrists with it.  "Huh!" Turn off the water, but
I'm soaked, and I can't bring myself to get up and dry off.  I'm exhausted,
and I feel so weak.  Helpless, alone, who can I talk to about this?  I want
to, but I don't know anyone any more, and she's gone.  Yeah, she's left me,
and that's, well there's that.  But she's in there, curled up alseep, or
pretending to sleep, or molesting her from the inside, but "Hh!" That not
me.  I'm sorry, Sierra, but I can't take her any more.  I hope you're
stronger then I was.

   I hope I can learn to have a life after this.

   Sierra {G Solo}

   "Uh!" It was better then I imagined, "Huh!" She took me, I was taken
like I always wanted to be, and this just in, I'm not a virgin no more! 
"HhHhH!" She was gone, I think I heard the shower, but it just drowned out
everything else, and.

   Mons, it means mountain too, but even all hot and swollen it's more like
a molehill.  "Hh!" It feels so good, though.  So, I make a fist, and grind
my knuckles in.  Hold my breath, thighs tight around it, but I don't pass
out, like it was her big fist, pounding into me, so I slap it around a
little, sigh and relax.  Feel a little moisture for once, and open my eye
when it tastes.  "Mm?" Bloody?

   Still so tender inside, but it's intense, and I can feel the cut, where
her nail pushed into me, and it felt so sharp, but I didn't get off again.
I can feel, inside me now, just need to be gentle, slip it in slowly, but
the edge feels so ragged all around, and I'm shivering.  It hurts, but I
like it.  Like the first time she slapped my ass.  We're just tickling, but
we stopped, and I felt like I was going to cum right there.

   Nope, but getting close, and I know just the spot.  It's so sensitive,
and I feel my nails catching on the skin, and my fingers shaking so hard
inside me, and "Hn!" Relax.  There, "Nnyeaaaah!" Curl up, and spasm a
little when my finger pops back out.  But now it's such a sweet pain, and I
can almost feel her, what it must be like with her inside here, where she
can feel how much I love her.

   And I don't pass out, I just sort of drift off again...

   Candace {FGz NS Mnem}

   She cried, "Huh!  I'm sorry, I guess it always felt like I was molesting
you, but," it wasn't me, "Ever since.  You're not a virgin." I sniffed, and
wiped my cheek.  "Huh!  I can't do it any more." It's not sex.  Right, but
whatever it was, I never wanted it, and "I just can't.  Nh?  Inhnhnh!"

   But she can hold me, my shoulders shrugging in her strong little arms,
it's not like.  It's like a friend, holding me while I cry on her shoulder.
That's exactly what it was, she's the best friend I ever had, and she
didn't take advantage of the weak moment.  With all I've been through, and
my father.  "Auh!" I guess it runs in my family.

   "I love you," she kissed my head, "So I don't want to hurt you any more.
I uh!  I didn't know, I thought.  I don't know what I thought, I just, huh!
Hh I.  I guess it was selfish of me."

   "No," I held her face, "I should have told you, I wanted to, and I
tried, but.  I knew, I knew it would break your heart." And I couldn't, it
wouldn't let me.

   Molly {CG Cybe Fant}

   {I came up with a new character,} she thought.  Ooh, I knew I would love
her twisted little mind, but it's taking a while to learn my way around. 
She's insane, this is not a human mind, so there's some strange paths, and
surprises.  I love surprises, like taking a Gelfi, and finally seeing how
all humans are alike.  All men, all women, all men, women, and children.

   This was not like one of them.  Unique, IMRLE.{In My Relatively Limited
Experience} Like Legerdemain, only completely different.

   Jumping up and down, giggling, and clapping.  {Neuron Count?} Normal,
low nano count, lost a chunk of unwritten memory, which makes it even more
dire, now that I'm running out of space for all these memories.  Not the
most efficient transfer, probably left some behind, but not going back for
them.  They might go with the child, my niece, an otherwise natural human,
with unnatural memories.  I need a cache to sort through them all at this
point.

   Chrome Molly Bach.  {Like a villian} but why does it have to be a
villian?  Remember Watchmen?  If I hadta come up with a moral to that one
it's there ain't no more heros.  Once you get to know them, they're at
least as bad as the humans.

   That's what happens when you transcend humanity.

   {So, powers?} Sketching her out, from memory, the halloween costume with
steel barbs platted into her hair around the core of headset cables. 
Ashley White slinking sideways behind her, in the mirror, head turning to
track her, the steady synthetic pulse throbbing with the rythm of a spastic
fingerbang.

   Hanzel und Gretyl - Meisterfrau (Ausgeflippt) Benedict, intellibeam
flashing over her face, sideways smirk, wink.

   {So, sonic.} Dj, got it, {Dominatrix.}

   "Es gibt keine platz fir dir..." ~Vas Kallas.

   Sierra, standing up in the nightclub.  Sex club.  The white witch
bowing, and walking backwards from the stage, cobwebs freshly plucked from
the air, fading into the ultraviolet dark.

   Wow, hadn't thought of her in centuries.

   She likes Her, though.  Falls at Her feet in abject worship kisses the
alluminum toe of her lineman boot.  Red Wings, of course.  "Huh!"

   Then, she puts down the art supplies, and starts to touch herself.

   Sierra {FG Fant}

   I think I passed out.  It was a dream, or like a dream, but I was awake,
and then it felt so real.

   "How?" My head filled with wonder.  I could smell her, feel her fingers
slip out of me, then her nails scratching up to my tummy.

   "Cybernetics," she retracted them {(TM) W.  Gibson.} "I'll show you the
lab downstairs." Looked at them, then buffed my tummy again with her
fingertips.  I shivered.  "You cold?" The air started warming up.  I shook
my head.

   "Hh!" The pimples popped flat again on my arm.  The one beside her, her
breast soft, and warm, and a little clammy on my shoulder.  "It feels so
real."

   "Temporal projection." She got up, I just turned over, watched her. 
Pull the tail around her back, and undo the hair from around the cluster of
plugs.  "Huh!" She pulled them through and everything unraveled, the spikes
fell on the floor behind her.  Like staples, only just an L instead of a U.
In front of the mirror, she brushed it out in waves, until it fell over her
bottom.

   In the mirror, she's got a perfect body.  Perfect, fucking body. 
Nothing but curves, but muscular.  Limbs, midriff, hard back with dimples
up the center, and over her buttocks.  Massive hips, and nice large round
firm muscular buttocks I just had to get up, and feel through her hair.  I
took a long deep breath, through my nose, and ran it up her back.  It
parted, and I lapped the sweat out of the dimples on her spine.  "Huh!" She
tasted like sex.  Wrung out, and put through a chemistry set to boil it
down to it's essence, so strong it tasted like it smelled.

   I kissed her back.  "How's that work?" Ran her hair over the side of my
face, and felt around her hips.

   "Actually, it's hard to explain.  Huh!  It would take a while, to go
through the physics your time hasn't discovered yet.  Time is, well it's
not wibbly wobbly, but it's hard to explain." She's not a nerd, she's a
cyborg.  "You want to top me now?"

   "Uh," my fingertips pulled back out of her pubes, and I stepped back. 
"I don't know how."

   "Huh!" she turned around, and rolled her eyes.  With the goggles off,
they're grey?  "If you want, a relationship with me, you have to understand
how it works, with me.  Someone has to top, I got you off, you live in
subspace, eh?"

   "Eh?" shrug, and look away.

   "Huh!" she walked over to the bed, "I don't do the disparate
relationships.  We're equals, or we can be freinds, and I can handle
myself," she lay back, touched between her legs.  Covers herself, but she
doesn't smell aroused any more, and I can smell that too?  {Can you smell
it any more?} It smells stale, and I'm satisfied.  {Exactly.}

   "Huh!" I can try.

   {Chroma.} I straightened up, held my head up high, and one of my
shoulders popped when they spread out.  My hips rocked down, I felt the
skirt brush my thighs, and they were massive, powerful.  I felt them with
my hands, up my shoulder-broad hips, narrow tight midriff striped with
muscle, and hard round chest.

   I smiled, "Yeah." Right, FANTASY!  "I can."

   Nothing on under it, or above it, I figured a cape was stupid, and
dangerous.  I like the skirt, though.  It doesn't get in the way, if I
climb on, hold her down by the hips.  She feels so much smaller, right,
Chromia is like 6'12"

   "Huh huh huh!" Chuckle.  Chrome again, so I have to come up with a
better name, that isn't trademarked.

   {Myona?} That's terrible, {And sounds too much like Molinja} ?  Shake my
head.  "Molly, for short."

   "You're psychic?"

   "Huh!" {It's part of how the Temporal Projection works.  The mind is,
like an electrochemical pattern, in your nerves.} I could see it?  {It's in
an electromagnetic field.} The earth, with the torus of lines around it,
blown oblate by the solar wind, {Yes, and there's some gravity/acceleration
affect which makes time, huh, less linear, in places, in space-time.  It's
connected to how matter is bound out of energy, but the conclusion is that
we can connect with minds from the past.}

   How?  {Pattern recognition, I just run the machine, I understand the
signal aspects, but that's my field.  Not unified physics.} So, you're
accessing my mind from the future, which begs the question;

   "Why you?" her hands slipped up my neck to my face.  "Huh!" She smiled,
beautifully.  {The signal is huge, every conscious thought since the
cave-men, so you have to narrow it down.} She showed me, it was like
Cerebro.  I'm a mutant?  {In a manner of speaking.  You're Autistic?}

   Well, Asperger's.  {Mildly autistic, then.} She rolls her eyes {but
here's the secret.  We're all mutants, that's what Evolution is.  It didn't
stop just because we invented cars, indoor plumbing and clothing.  You're
also gay, which happens to be one of the patterns that show up in the
field.} So, you look for gay minds from history?

   "Yeah," her face goes red, "It's like stim-porn." She's not blushing,
she's turning back on.  She rubbed my arms, "You feel strong." I didn't ask
her about stimporn.  She just stopped rubbing my biceps, and squeezed them.

   "Yeah," I did.

   "How about Arachael."

   I like it, "Sounds like an Angel."

   "Or demon," she shrugged under me.  {Same race.}

   I grabbed her shoulders, felt how strong my hands were, though the
shoulders.  I could feel her.  Nerves, excitement, willingness, racing
heartbeat, and I was warming up again.  God, her tits are huge!  Hanging
over her face, and I never imagined they'd get in the way.  That's no way
to fight crime, but her face between them, her mouth, and breath.  I'm not
published, I can always redraw her.  No, Her, Me.

   {Which makes her Mine.}

   "Hhhhhh!" That's what Chromia's sweat tastes like.

   No, "Arachael," I like the sound of that.

   "Mh!" she nodded.

   I can do this.

   Liggett {C/G NS Anat}

   Nice little body.  Bone stock human.  Hybrid, but that just means no
reinforced recessives.  {Autism} her doctors explained it to her, she
doesn't have ADHD, hyperactive, got that, but they call it "Stim Seeking."

   Hm.  Arachael, she's a self image.  Feels small, weak, and casts herself
a Heroine.  Yes, you can see Lesbian in something as crude as an MRI. 
Ironic naming her after a Freitha, didn't even bring Genophages with me,
but her ovaries are ready to go, and she's got Adrenal Glands. 
Independently discovered freerunning.  "Oh, that's what it's called," just
running around, literally bouncing off walls, climbing, and flipping,
because somehow vestibular stimulation helps her think.

   Wow, lot of work to do.  Aldosterone, haven't really tested it, but I've
seen the results.  Granted it was Congenital, and in Bert's hands/mouth,
but I think I can work with that.  Would've taken Hir if I thought there
was a way back out.

   Power/weight, right now she's built like a gymnast, look into that,
martial arts to explain anything I couldn't have learned from slap and
tickle with Candy tits, to her brother, the only other person that saw her
in action, unless they watched the news.  Another good reason to move back
home.  Wonder how long it will take her to bury all this in denial?

   But, I got a good picture in my head, and I think I can do that, scaled
down to under 5'.  It looks good on the page, that huge, but I can drop
clothes on over this body, and she looks cute.  Kinda plain, but a little
creepy if you take more than a glance, instead of look at something more
interesting.  Everything you need, and nothing you don't, maybe I can talk
her out of the big tits.  They do get in the way, and they take processing
speed to factor them into balance/rotation.

   Hips, can we do hips?  I can use hips.  That's the superhuman part of
Her figure.  Take the hero, now put all that muscle, and bone from the
shoulders into the hips.  Incidentally the center of balance/rotation on
the body, and where I'm going to cradle, while I make an escape body.  When
she starts that puberty, but first she's gonna get some growth spurts.

   Arachael {mG NS}

   "Where's your girlfriend?"

   "She's not my girlfriend," I turned around, "Any more."

   "Huh," shrugged, and opened his door.

   "You're welcome."

   "What for?"

   "For patching up your ex after you raped her."

   "I," he turned away, "Didn't rape her!"

   "I saw it, the first time," a couple other times,

   "You spied on me?"

   "Your peephole," duh!  "Looks in the shower from your room, but it's not
just 1 way!"

   "Knew you're a perv."

   "You're a fucking rapist!"

   "Stop calling me that!"

   {Okay, I let him slap her.  Caught his wrist on the backhand, and yanked
him down to grab him by the mouth.}

   "If you ever hurt another girl," see?  She can write the dialog, "I will
hear about it, and Personally." The knee to the balls was me, "Cum and kick
your ass." Just needed a little confidence.

   She let him go, and pushed him back.

   Fetisha {fm CfNm Domm Sade Asph Con?}

   I turned off the music but it kept playing in my head.  I just got kind
of used to some, wicked sadistic, shit running in my head, and I'd heard
the album* enough times.  {*Orgy, "Candyass" ;}

   His friends dropped him off.  He didn't even check the driveway, just
climbed up the tree, staggared across the roof, flipped off the butt, and
pushed open his window.  In the front side of the roof, I got up, pulled on
a skirt, and a hoody.  It's not cold out, just street lights, and it's not
that late.  I'm not running across the roofs in my underwear.

   "Huh!" push the window up slow, on by both corners, so it doesn't catch
the frame, and make that sound.  I don't know how you'd spell it, Sierra's
gone, no idea where her parents took her, but it didn't look like an
emergency.  I had to reach out for the branch, but I stood on either side
of the ridge, and got a good grip with both hands before I put my weight on
it, and swing out to catch the branch with my toes.  I have to inch my
hands in to stand up, and balance on it, but it's a live-oak, it's fine.

   Just not jumping across the branches like stepping stones, or swinging
arm over arm through it.  I'm barefoot, because it's dark, and I can feel
the bark better.  I'm not a Homo-Basiatus, whatever that is, but I know
what their toes feel like.  "Huh!" Hug the trunk, or the big branch up the
middle at this point, but I can climb around, and back out, over their
roof. Music up, I see flashes of lighter, and then see the cloud he blows
out, smell pot, good.

   Flic Flic!  (Bic) Of all Her, fucking fantacies, well I don't like this
one either.  I understand this now, that and the knife I didn't bring.  But
it's too late for that.  He already raped me.

   "Hey," I covered his mouth, turned to set down his pipe.  He coughed
over my fingers, and when I looked back.

   Fear, in his eyes.  He let me force him down, onto the pillow, and I
felt back.  To the window, had to wave around a little bit, but I caught
the bottom, and pulled it down.  Stopped to switch to my knuckles, with my
nails pressed to my palm.  "I need to talk to you," I grabbed his throat.
"And you need to listen." Um, I felt the tendons, pushed his chin up to
stretch them, and sank my finger tips behind it, until my nails couldn't
dig any deeper.  "You took something from me." I pulled my fingers back
from his lips.  "Now it's my turn."

   I bit his lip, hard, and squeezed his throat shut until he stopped
whining in pain.  "I couldn't breathe." HUH!  "With my shirt over my mouth.
You smothered me, and" I pulled the zipper down the front, "And raped me."

   I wondered, what if he bit me?  "MH?" It farted a little, I didn't
giggle.  Stupid fucker didn't think to.

   "So," I ground my panties into his shirt, up under his ribs, his
forearms pinned under my shins.  "I think I'll rape you back."

   How long can he hold his breath?  How long has it been?  About long
enough to realize that he has to breathe, even smothered by a pair of
breasts.  He's got no leverage, to lift most of my bodyweight, with his
arms pinned under my knees, up by his shoulders, hands damn near under the
pillow.  He kicks out, with both legs, and manages to get in a gasp.

   I tighten Her fist, flashing back to the construction site, the way she
flattened it out, tightened it, and reinforced it with her thumb on the
side, and wait for him to cough.  "Akhu," then "KUHLG!" when I punch him
between the chin and his adam's apple.

   That gives me plenty of time to rock back, sit between his legs, and
start getting his pants open.  He lets go of his throat, and starts trying
to sit up, so I reach up, and drop a hammer-fist, right under his ribs. 
"UhkUH!"

   "Don't scream," ;) He looks down, and yeah, I'm just gonna go ahead, and
call that look Horror.  I'm pregnant, obviously so with the sweatshirt
zipped up, and go ahead, and pull those apart to drop it behind me.  "Huh!"
pull my hands out of the sleeves.  This time he managed to sit up, so I sat
back on my elbows, lifted my hips, and locked my heel in my foot behind
him.

   "Nnhnhnhn!" I squeezed that last breath out of him, planted my
shoulders, and threw him off the bed.  Landed on my feet, and dropped my
ass right on the front of his crotch.  Where she hit him with my elbow,
months before.  The bruise healed, but he remembered.

   "I want you back," I dripped honey on it.  Then, "(With the
understanding your Mine!)" I grabbed his head, and kissed him.  Hard,
opened my mouth, and teased his lips, his teeth with my tongue.  He went
for the bait, so I teased it back, playfully.  Then bit it, as hard as I
could, until I tasted blood.

   "AHHHHHHL!" Good, he got his breath back.  While he's panting, with his
tongue hanging out, like a dog.

   "Did I tell you you could scream?" I held his mouth, tried to Look at
him, he looked hurt, and terrified enough.  Licked his blood off my lips,
and giggled, Yeah, sexual terrorist.  That's what she is, politically,
I'magine.  "You can beg," I sat up, on my knees, and his hips.  His skinny
little hips, "Can't you?" I rubbed his shoulders, felt in the collar bones.

   "Yeah," gasp, "What ever you want, just don't hurt me any more."

   "Beg me to rape you."

   "Yes," surprise?  Like I hadn't said it, like, 3 times before.  "Go
ahead, and rape me," he looks away.

   "Pleed?"

   "Please?" I turned his head back, look me in the eyes when you lie to
me. "Please rape me, I want you to."

   That's not how it works, Candy's ass, but you'll learn.

   Sierra {Gm NS, V}

   "Lesbo." My fist relaxed, then I felt his hand twist in my fingers, his
elbow in my palm, and watched his face flatten against the wall.  Painted
cinderblock.  "Nuh?"

   "Huh." I let go, kept walking.  Those Jiu Jitsu classes were a good
idea! {Good,} I thought, {Don't get caught fighting.} I swung my hips,
looked back at him, telling his friends I'm a bigole dyke.  I don't mind,
they don't hit on me.  Won't hit a girl, and I don't need Fighting on my
record.

   "Watch it," I shouldered Melanie aside, "Tits." And kept on walking. 
Gymnastics tonight, then I'll feel better.  But I squint `till the halway
looks like an alley, pimps, and dealers standing back, trying to shrink
back in the shadows, not gain My undivided attention.  Stairs, I take them
3 at a time, jump, grab the handrail, and swing around to the next step,
bouncing up to the top floor.  "Whew," I just want to run, take off through
the window at the end of the hall, bound down the soccer field, but I have
to make it through math.

   Listen, kind of.  It's like, a rerun anyway, already read the text book,
so I sketched.  Yeah, the tits are like a cape.  Not for crime fighting,
but the hips.  The skirt, powefull arms and legs, but men are top heavy. 
Especially in the Comics, on Leifeld legs with pins for feet.  About time
someone drew a Woman, instead of that, well comic herione body, but she can
get her hands on that.  But Her Body.  It's built, for fighting.  Not
killing, but some men don't take no for an answer.

   "Hey," slap his ass for looking at hers.  "Good luck at the game."

   "What?" he called back to me, "What game?" I just turned the corner,
swung my braid over my shoulder.  My headphones clattered on my goggles,
around my neck.  Kept on walking, school'll be out in a couple more hours.

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