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Steele: Tales from the Shadows

   Rage the Storm: Gray Clouds By: H.  D.  Meister





   "Gentlemen, we have rather unusual task before us.  As you are all
aware, the Japanese Mafia lords are pooling their resources in order to
combat the growing gang influence."

   "So are the Triads, the Russians, the Chinese and the mob.  What does
this have to do with us?"

   "Plenty.  It seems that one of the gangs wants to stake a claim to
Virginia.  Southern Virginia."

   The mumbling ceased after a while.

   "That means Del will be involved.  And we are all aware of his track
record in combat."

   "I repeat: what does this have to do with us?  We have no ties with
Steele, nor he to us."

   "True.  However we must make a tie between us.  Del will act swiftly to
protect his territory, and the Yakuza are asking for safe passage through
his domain for two specials."

   "And who are they?"

   "Keiko Wakasai...  and Shelly Ferel."

   "Why not just nuke Southern Virginia.  It would definitely be safer than
letting Shelly anywhere NEAR Del."

   "I agree.  This council exists only because we were able to separate
ourselves from Miss Ferel in time.  And I'm still not convinced that we
escaped his notice."

   "GENTLEMEN!  This is nonsense.  I suggest we give Del all of the
information we have regarding the Yakuza's request now.  Otherwise..."

   "It looks as if we had Del, Keiko and Shelly eliminated.  I concur.  Are
we still capable of contacting him?"

   "Yes.  The package will be sent tonight, with reception about three
hours later.  Any Questions?"

   Del examined the package carefully before opening it.  It smelled like a
sanitized office staffed by stuffy men and snobbish women, both of whom
covered in outrageously expensive scents.  They were intertwined, yet his
nose picked out one which was familiar.  Smiling, he opened the package and
inspected the compact disk.  It also bore the same scent.

   "Wonder what would make you break silence, Kimber?" He inserted the disk
into what looked like a CD player.  The hum of the machine was brief, and
soon Del was looking at a hologram of Kimberly White.

   "Greetings, Del," the voice spoke.

   "Must be biz.  Bummer." He watched the rest in silence.

   "Indeed.  This is biz, old friend.  It appears that a gang has decided
to make Southern Virginia its home.  Apparently they are planning on
disrupting the peace process that is going on between the Yakuza, the
Triads, the Russian, the American Mafia and the Chinese.  Rumor has it that
the Colombians are backing the gangs.

   "The peace process is almost complete.  The only thing needed now is to
seal the bargain.  The Yakuza and the American Mafia are sending two of
their representatives into Southern Virginia.  A meeting has been planned
there.  The Japanese are sending Keiko Wakasai as their rep."

   I'm not going to like this, Del thought.  Kimberly had hesitated for
only a heartbeat, but he knew that she was preparing to tell him something
which he more than likely did not want to hear.

   "Del, the mob is sending Shelly Ferel."

   Del almost didn't flinch.  He had earned a reputation for always
"cleaning up after himself," as the saying went.  Shelly Ferel was, in his
belief, the one persistent speck of dirt on an otherwise clean plate.

   "The request comes from Lord Hiro.  Were it anyone else, I would not
have even bothered to see that you received this.  The Council will provide
you with anything you require."

   Del watched as the image slowly faded.  He tried to calm himself, yet
the mental picture of Shelly prevented him.

   "First I make a few calls, then I go visit the Council.  It's been too
long since I've paid them a visit anyway.

   "Did you send the message, Miss White?"

   "Yes sir.  He should have received it about twelve hours ago.  He should
be here any moment."

   "Here?  Why..."

   "Sir.  I know Del, as you are aware of.  Surely you didn't expect him to
burn Southern Virginia first in an effort to get Shelly?  He'll come here
and start asking questions first."

   "But..."

   "Shut up," came a voice.  Kimberly smiled; she had tried to tell them.

   "I want to know why you decided to tell me that Shelly was coming into
my turf?  You know full well that I'll wax the bitch the first chance I
get, and damn the peace process!"

   "And we also know that you are honor bound to Lord Hiro's request. 
Del..."

   "Cut the shit!  By rights, Paulie should have been the one who asked for
my permission."

   Del waited until they ceased their mumbling.  "That's right.  I've known
about the peace process and the gangs for quite some time now.  I've also
prepared a response most appropriate."

   "Del.  The government cannot afford an international incident now! 
Please hold off at least until the situation..."

   "...in the Middle East can be resolved?  No dice.  The Colombians are
history.  End of discussion."

   "Well," gasped a member of the Council, "are you going to kill Shelly as
soon as she steps foot in Southern Virginia?"

   "Actually...  no.  I have other plans for her."

   "Is there anything else?"

   "Yes.  As of now, Miss White no longer works for you.  And the Council
is closed.  Permanently."

   Kimberly never doubted that Del would eventually kill off the members of
the Council.  They had become involved in too many things, and were
consistently botching missions.  The only one he had spared was the only
one she had not personally seen.

   "You will be safe here.  I'll return once I've settled this matter."

   "Am I going to get the chance to see Shelly?"

   "That...  and you get to play."

   Kimberly felt her cunt become flooded with it's nectar.  She loved to
play.

   Keiko was not what she appeared, and there were few who lived to regret
mistaking her for the too delicate Asian lily.  Most had assumed that
because she sported almost nothing in the way of breasts or ass, she was
harmless.  That was not the case.

   She was busy putting the final touches on her make-up when she heard the
knock on the door.  Once she was satisfied, she walked out of the bathroom.
She was surprised to find her elite guard of female ninja kneeling before
the door.

   "Come in," she spoke.  When the door opened, she also knelt.

   Her father had told her a few things about Del, yet nothing which should
have garnished the respect he obviously had.  If she had not seen him
during what had become known as the Night of Horror, she would have most
likely had him killed.  Now, however, she knew why her father respected
him. Del was powerful...  and honorable.  Men such as he were rare and
deadly.

   "Had I known..."

   "I would be getting too old, Keiko.  Come.  I need to know more about
this peace process."

   She rose slowly.  Her guard had vanished, hidden somewhere within the
room.  Yet it was his presence that filled her eyes now.  After seeing him
during the Night of Horror, she had wanted him to share her bed.  And this
feeling never died.  Now that he was less than a touch away, Keiko found it
very difficult to think.  Her crotch has already become drenched, and her
mouth was rapidly becoming dry.  The only thing which stopped her was his
eyes: void black and vicious, even when his face was placid.
"So far things are going well, Lord Ogun." She preferred to use the name

given to him by her mother.  She could not say why.

   "You know of my relationship with your traveling companion?"

   "Yes, Lord Ogun.  If we did not have to stop the Colombians, my father
would have never asked this of you."

   "I know.  Still, I would like to hear the details from you. 
Afterwards..."

   "Tea.  I remember," she smiled.

   The conversation lasted almost three hours, and Keiko's cunt spewed its
oil continuously.  She watched every move he made, and was astonished at
the ease and grace he possessed.  There was no wasted motion, even when
there appeared to be.  As she walked him towards the door, Keiko wondered
how she would soothe herself.  She had to remain a virgin until her wedding
to Ken Mitshumi.

   "Oh.  I almost forgot."

   She accepted the small black device Del handed her, glanced at it
briefly, then pushed the play button.  A hologram of her betrothed appeared
and began to speak.

   "Greetings, my dear.  I know of your feelings towards Lord Ogun, and so
does he.  While I know that nothing will come of this, I also know that you
are in need of satisfaction.  To this end I have accepted Lord Ogun's
request.  Your guard has been trained by him, and are instructed to serve
you...  in all ways.  This will in no way dishonor the tradition.  My only
regret is that I will not be able to witness everything.  If it please you,
allow Lord Ogun to capture it on disk.  I will see you after the meeting.
Please be careful, Keiko."

   As the image faded, Keiko's eyes turned towards Del.  Smiling, she
nodded.

   "Freshen up.  This will not take long."

   She walked slowly towards the bathroom.  She had often fantasized about
lesbian sex, but had not had the opportunity to do so without breaking her
vow to her fiancee.  Having been offered the opportunity, she found herself
almost giddy with excitement.  She was not aware that Del had trained her
guard, and was anxious to see what he had taught them about sex.  She stood
in front of the mirror and took stock of herself.  Her face had none of the
womanliness that she had expected from someone almost twenty-five years
old, nor did the rest of her.  Her height, five feet even, was also
something she was not overly proud of.  Most tended to treat her like a
child.  Ken, Del, and her father, treated her like a woman, and had always
shown her respect.  An almost inaudible knock at the bathroom door told her
that Del was ready.

   She did not expect him to be there, and she was correct.  The room was
lit in a fashion similar to that of a pleasure palace.  She vaguely
wondered how he had managed to set up so quickly.

   "Master Ogun expected you to accept, Mistress," came a too feminine
voice.  Her eyes traveled downward, coming to rest on the figure of one of
her guards.  Her hair hung humbly, cascading down her back.  The skin was a
deep gold, and looked softer that silk.

   "Forgive me if I seem foolish.  I have never experienced pleasure, save
by my own hands.  I am new to this, so you will have to teach me.  All I
ask is that you do not harm me...  unless I ask you to."

   "We live to serve, Mistress."

   "I want you all to undress me."

   "Of course, Mistress.  Please follow."

   Keiko was not used to obeying anyone's orders, let alone a guard.  Yet
she was well within unknown fields.  She trusted that Del had instructed
them well, and this more than anything allowed her to easily shed her
normally iron demeanor.  She walked silently towards the living room.

   She had expected to see her guard naked.  They were not; each, including
the one she followed, wore a silk kimono just thick enough to offer only a
hint of the svelte bodies underneath.  Each wore a different hair style. 
And each was beautiful.

   "It is an honor to please you, Mistress," her guide whispered.

   "Undress me," Keiko spoke.  She lifted her arms and waited.  Three of
the guards rose slowly, making no sound.  They approached her and did her
bidding.  Surprise lit her eyes as she realized that not one of them
touched her flesh.

   By this time Keiko was eager to cum.  She had given herself only one
orgasm, and she was ashamed at the time.  Yet now she was standing, clothed
only in her underwear.  Where she would have been ashamed to stand as she
stood, now she was proud of her body.

   One of her guard reached a hand out slowly.  She was astounded at the
grace of the motion.  When it finally touched her, it came to rest on her
stomach.  The heat of the touch was welcome.  Keiko's mouth dropped
slightly, a breath of excitement slipping past her lips.

   "What is your name?  What are your names?"

   "I am Gina," spoke the one whose hand played a gentle melody on her
skin.

   "I am Kim, Mistress," spoke another as she placed her lips onto Keiko's
shoulder.

   "I am Meko," said the third.  She crawled forward and started sucking on
Keiko's inner thigh.

   "I am Sally, Mistress," spoke her guide.  Keiko waited for Sally to
move, but her wait was interrupted by the last guard.

   "I am known as Mika," spoke her last guard...  just before she plastered
her mouth against her silk covered cunt.

   Keiko's hands reached out, taking hold of Sally's breasts.  She began to
manipulate the flesh in her hands.  As she looked into Sally's eyes, she
saw that Sally, a face which had not shown anything save the solid nothing
of a servant, now twisted in the glee of Lust.

   "I am Keiko Wakasai.  Not your mistress.  This night you serve as
equals."

   It was Sally who spoke first.  Her voice, thick with lust, filled the
room with its softness.  "Let it be done."

   There were bodies all over Keiko, and just as many mouths.  She returned
the favor with even more enthusiasm.  A breast...  a long strand of satin
smooth skin...  nothing escaped her.  The chaos ended slowly.  She found
herself sitting down on the couch with Meko's mouth now plastered to her
enshrouded cunt.  She had lost her bra sometime earlier.  Sally and Mika
each took a nipple and sucked gently while her own hands explored their
white-hot cunts.

   The other guards were busy with each other.  Keiko watched the show,
hypnotized by the beauty of the scene before her eyes.  Their bodies seemed
perfect for sex.  Gone was the lethal nature she knew lay buried beneath
their normal garb.  They were kissing, tongues dancing easily...  and with
a great deal of familiarity.  Their hands glided over each other's curves.
She could tell that there was some forced movements between the
participants before her; it was likely that none save Lord Ogun and the
others had ever borne witness to their actions.

   Keiko's fingers were busy within the cunts of her guards who were
nursing her hard nipples.  She tried not to drool, but the sucking mouth at
her cunt was too much.  Keiko's mouth hung slack with sublime pleasure. 
Her eyes were locked onto the scene of the two remaining guards as their
fingers remembered the curves of flesh.

   "We are here to please you, Mistress.  We are yours."

   The words pulled Keiko closer to orgasm.  Her fingers slid towards
Sally's asshole.  This was the most forbidden of areas in her mind, yet it
was also the one area of the body which fueled many of her nightly
fantasies.

   "Is this true?" she asked, a finger at each of the assholes within her
reach.

   "Always," both guards breathed as they sat down, filling their assholes
with her finger offered them.

   "Then this night, I am yours as well.  Leave only my maidenhood; the
rest is yours to pleasure." Her answer came when Meko slid a finger
underneath Keiko's panties and slid it into her asshole.

   Keiko came.  She had no idea that she was so close, and her orgasm
locked her body.  Her mouth and eyes flung open, yet she did not utter one
sound.  Her fingers went wild inside Sally and Mika's assholes.  She was
not even aware that they were well within their own orgasms.  All that
mattered was her own bliss.

   She had expected to be satisfied.  She was wrong; her hunger had grown
to enormous dimensions.  Her ears perked up at the whimpers from the floor.
She forced her eyes to focus on the source.  The two remaining guards were
now in a position she knew, through the myriad of textbooks she read on
sex, as sixty-nine.  Each had their heads nestled within the other's
crotch. From the sucking sounds that graced her ears, they were busy
licking each other into oblivion.  Gina was on her back, and had...  was
that three?...  fingers deep inside of Kim's asshole and was drilling them
into that dark hole.

   Keiko lifted her hips as Sally and Mika pulled her panties down her
hips. The sticky sound it made as the crotch left her cunt was more
pleasing than any other sound, save the voice of her betrothed.  Warm, Lust
bloated air kissed her cunt.

   "I am thirsty.  Whose nectar shall I drink first?" Keiko asked.

   "Sally is First amongst us, Mistress."

   Somehow, it seemed appropriate.  She was about to rise when Sally
quickly stood, straddling her waist.  Keiko found herself facing a long
forbidden fruit.  Sally's cunt hairs were neatly trimmed, and framed her
mound of Venus perfectly.  She smiled as she remembered a quote Del had
said during a meal with her father: "It looks sublime.  Too good to eat."

   She knew nothing of what would have been considered the proper way to
lick a woman's pussy, and did not wish to fail.  Her eyes traced a long and
winding path up Sally's body.  When their eyes met, Keiko knew that she
would know exactly what to do.  Instinct, and the hunger within her, would
be her teachers.  With this knowledge, and a finger still lodged inside
Sally's asshole, she pulled until her lips were but a breath away from
Sally's cunt lips.  With a sigh of raw pleasure, she fixed her lips to the
cunt offered her.

   Immediately she liked the flavor; it had no true comparison in her mind.
Her tongue slid out of her mouth and into the depths of Sally's cunt.  It
caressed the surfaces it found with a gentleness most astounding.  She
pulled her other hand away from Mika and slid two fingers into Sally's cunt
as her other hand forced a second finger into the asshole of her lover. 
She inhaled the peculiar musk of her cunt.  Gone were all traces of even a
hint of remorse; she was loving another human being.  She was responsible
for giving another pure sexual pleasure.

   The finger in Keiko's asshole left, leaving her feeling hollow.  She
inched her hips forward, and someone fixed a set of lips to her clit.  She
groaned into Sally's cunt as yet another orgasm rattled through her body.
The lips left her, and she felt another intruder wiggle its way into her
asshole.  It was not the stony hardness of a finger; this invader was soft
and moist, and was accompanied by a breeze of warm air: a tongue.  It met
with little resistance, and was soon deep inside of her.

   Keiko went wild, and sucked Sally viciously.  Her own tongue took its
cue and found Sally's clit and strummed it in all directions.  The heaving
stomach, along with the cry of pleasure, told her that she had been a
excellent pupil.  She removed her fingers and tasked her hands to helping
Sally stand.

   She watched as Sally staggered away and joined the other guards.  Each
wore a device strapped to their crotches, and each device held a small
dildo.  She watched as Sally strapped on a similar device.

   "Lord Ogun instructed us not to exhaust you, Mistress.  When you can
stand, we would like for you to join us."

   It took much longer than she would have liked before her legs responded
to her command to move.  Once she was sure that her legs would not fail
her, she turned her eyes towards Sally.

   "This is called the Chain of Fools." Sally pointed to a small stool,
just high enough to be placed underneath a body on all fours, a narrow,
cunt shaped pink slit stood out on the black furniture.

   "One," said Mika.  "Lies down upon this, placing her dildo within the
slit.  Another takes the first from behind, choosing her hole."

   "The others," intoned Kim, "line up, one behind the other, each choosing
a hole of the one in front of them.."

   "When the first has reached orgasm," said Meko, "she goes to the back of
the line and chooses a hole of the woman before her."

   Keiko never asked who would be the first to lay on the stool.  With
slow, measured steps, she walked towards it and assumed the position. 
Sally helped her put on the device which was to be used on the stool, and
soon on another woman.

   "Kim."

   Kim humbly obeyed.  Keiko felt the head of the dildo as it pressed its
way into her asshole.  It was not long, nor was it overly thick.  When Kim
began to fuck it into her, she quickly found herself swimming in orgasm
after orgasm.  Greed did not keep her on the stool; she simply could not
bring herself to stop Kim.  If Kim had not, after what seemed an eternity,
pulled her clit, making her bellow and jitter, she was sure she would have
died from the raw ecstasy.  Yet eventually she did raise up and take her
place at the end of the line.  The woman before her was Meko.

   She wondered which hole Meko would like filled.  Just as frustration was
about to set in, Meko pointed to a box on the floor.  Keiko opened it and
found a dildo...  with two prongs.  It was easy to remove the one she
sported and replace it with this exotic toy.  When she was certain it was
securely in place, she filled both of Meko's holes.  Immediately she began
to respect what men must go through while having sex.  The constant
thrusting was unexpectedly hard.  Her hands found a set of breasts and used
them as handles.  After one particularly hard thrust, she placed her head
against Meko's back.

   "It is a matter of breathing.  Imagine you are in a meeting with Masa
Hito."

   Keiko smiled warmly.  Then her face went slack as she forced herself to
remain calm and collected.  She began again, finding a rhythm similar to
her own heartbeat.  A hand slid down Meko's stomach, ending within the cum
slickened mass of pubic hair.  Her fingers quickly found Meko's clit, and
played with it gently.  She saw Kim walk down the line, the fake cock slick
with lubricant.

   "I don't like doing this in his turf.  You know he wants you dead.  Why
don't we off the bastard before he tries to off you?"

   "Mike," Shelly sighed, "the Yakuza doesn't trust anyone.  They'll only
feel safe within his territory."

   "Yeah?  Well what about you?  Shouldn't you feel safe?"

   "I will be.  Del will honor their request that I not be harmed..."

   "Only so long as it fits his plans.  I'm tellin' ya...  don't trust
him!"

   Shelly did not waste her breath answering.  She knew full well that Del
had planned to kill her, and was waiting for the chance to strike.  Walking
into his home and hearth was not her idea; she would have preferred to meet
on the high seas.

   It was not that she hated Del; in fact, she had never even met him face
to face.  I was an accident that she was even involved with the slayings at
Haggart Hall.  She had been told that Harold was professional, not
psychotic.  She was actually rather grateful that Del had stopped him
before any real damage was done.  Yet Del had traced him back to her.  Once
she became aware of this, she sent her best assassin out to kill him. 
According to the various pieces he sent her, the assassin was a total
failure, and Del was much more of a threat to her continued existence.

   She sat quietly in the limo and watched her three body guards.  They had
been on edge since learning of their destination.  Mike was the oldest and
the least likely to suffer from fear, yet she could tell that he was
terrified.  The rest were making sloppy attempts at remaining cool.  If
even one breath of the things that Mike had told her about Del were true,
she was certain that her days were truly measured by how long the strange
man managed to maintain his temper.

   "Has my room been properly decorated, Mike?"

   "Of course.  I've even seen to it that your...  special friend...  is
there."

   "God bless science.  You're the best, Mike."

   The hotel was the best within the area, and came complete with its own
security force.  They were well known for their security, which was one of
the reasons Shelly chose it.  The other was the legendary Forbidden Suite.
It was sound proof, and its doors were more akin to those on a Fort Knox
vault.

   She walked into the room and surveyed it with a critical eye.  It was
decorated with soft, neutral colors.  The lighting was more suited for
honeymooners than the head of a Mafia crime family.  The only thing which
was out of place was the metallic contraption which stood placidly within
the center of the living room.  Shelly smiled as she walked towards it.

   "Just set the bags down anywhere.  Mike."

   "Remember.  Only the low settings.  You have to be sharp for tomorrow."

   Shelly chuckled.  She knew that Mike expected her not to follow her
suggestion.  He had spoken simply to do it.  Her eyes turned towards the
large item before her.

   It was called the Pleasurer, an invention by a scientist obsessed with
sex.  It function was simple: provide ultimate pleasure.  Shelly had seen
it in action when her father used it on her mother to extract the name of
her lover.  Now that she was head of the family, it was hers.  And she had
used it on many occasions.

   She stripped, dropping her clothes in piles as she walked towards the
bathroom.  Once there, she enjoyed a long shower.  The urge to finger
herself tingled in the back of her mind, but she resisted.  She would take
care of the itch soon enough.  She did not dry herself, choosing to drip
water behind her.  She entered the living room and headed straight for the
Pleasurer.  She selected her favorite program, and set it for one hour. 
The door hissed open and she entered the familiar chamber.  She turned,
facing the door, and placed her arms within the restraints.  A finger hit
the start button, and the door closed.  A helmet glided down over her head
and the restraints bound her wrists.

   Shelly watched as the clouds in the night sky drifted overhead.  The
trees were tall and strong, and leaked their natural odor gently into the
crisp air.  The sound of water running over long ancient stones greeted
her.

   She had run this program more times than she could remember, and knew
every inch of the forest before her.  She also knew every inch of the rogue
that would chase her and take his pleasure from her.  Then the wolf howled,
something that had never happened before.  It was answered by another,
almost feminine howl.

   Something had gone wrong with the program.  Her hand hit the off button.
Where she expected to see the digital haze as the program ended, there was
only the forest.  Panic set in, and she ran for the area where the Rogue
awaited.  What she found was straight from a horror film.  His body was
torn to shreds.  Pieces of flesh and entrails were left hanging from the
branches of several nearby bushes.

   "Something's not right," she mumbled.  Then the wolves howled again.

   She turned about, ready to bolt for the path which lead to the creek and
salvation.  It was gone.  Her eyes scanned the area around her and found
only unfamiliar plants, a sky which was blood red, and scents which were
more akin to the vile stench of death and decay.  Fear gripped her as one
name ran through her mind: Del Steele.  Somehow she felt that he was
responsible for this.

   Then she felt it.  Something was within the forest, hunting her.  Fear
fueled her legs and she ran, blindly crashing through the brush.  Then it
was on top of her.  It knocked her down, sending her into a set of massive
legs.

   "Look at what we have here..."

   The rest was a blur.  She knew only that she was being brutally raped...
by two werewolves.

   Shelly emerged from the Pleasurer quite shaken.  Her body had been
pushed well beyond its normal limits, and this worried her.  She checked
the settings.  They were as she had left them.  Fatigue barely allowed her
to drag her body towards her bedroom.  When she saw the satin sheets, sure
to arouse her once more, she chose to sleep on the floor.  She briefly
considered telling Mike about her experience, but cast it aside; he would
worry too much.  Besides.  It was probably a minor glitch; it was due for a
check up anyway.

   Sleep was not easy to come by, and the power of her nightmares was even
more astounding.  Somewhere she remembered a warning: the first time you
experience a new scenario, your dreams may reflect bits and pieces of the
experience.

   She was on the ground.  It was cold and hard and felt nothing like
earth. Standing above her was the towering form of a werewolf.  It smelled
like raw animal.  Her eyes ran erratically, searching for anything to use
as a weapon.  They came to rest on the kneeling form of another werewolf.
This one was blacker than anything she had ever know, and its coat
reflected none of the light which shone down from the full moon.  Movement
pulled her eyes back to the first werewolf, colored a natural gray tint. 
Her eyes caught sight of a cunt nestled between powerful thighs.

   "No.  Please!!!" Her words were swallowed in fur covered snatch.  She
clamped her mouth shut, but the sensation as the other werewolf slid his
amazingly long tongue deep into her cunt made her gasp, and swallow more
than a mouthful of female werewolf cum.  It was more primal tasting than
human semen, and lit fires within her that she had never known.  She fixed
her mouth onto the dick-like clit and sucked hard.  She tried to move her
hands, yet they were effectively pinned by the she-werewolf.

   "Such a pretty little piece.  Just perfect.  And...  what do we have
here?  A virgin asshole?"

   Shelly stopped sucking for a moment.  The one thing she had never done
in the machine was have anyone...  or anything...  violate her asshole. 
Fear seized her throat as she remembered that she would actually feel the
cock as it forced its way into her asshole.  She tried to scream in
protest, yet the she-werewolf was steadily grinding her cunt into her face,
smearing werewolf cum over her face.  She felt her legs being lifted, and
tried to resist.  She was successful only so far as to elicit a growl from
the werewolf at her feet.

   "Let her see what's going to wipe her slate clean," the male werewolf
growled.

   Shelly inhaled of the odd blend of haunted air and lust.  She lifted her
head, and immediately regretted doing so, for what she witnessed was... 
inhuman.  The cock before her was easily two feet long and about five
inches thick.  Even covered with fur, it was more than menacing to behold.
Part of her wanted desperately to get out by any means.  Yet she did not
move.

   She tried to bellow as he rammed the monster dick into her asshole, but
no sound came out.  All she could do was arch her back and cum harder than
she had ever know.  And he fucked his cock into her with a savage fury. 
His partner slammed herself onto Shelly's mouth, ramming Shelly's nose into
the fur shrouded asshole.  Shelly felt hands on her breasts, literally
tearing the flesh from her.  More hands found her cunt, and they too began
ripping her apart, starting with her aching clit.  She felt herself die
slowly, and cum during every moment of it.

   Suddenly she was back.  Reality hit her with the force of a spiked bat.
Shelly quickly left the Pleasurer.  She ran towards the bathroom, tears
welling up in her eyes.  She jumped into the shower.  She tried desperately
to clean herself off, yet the memory till remained.  It was more pure than
the flesh of a ripe apple, and more than pleasing.  This one simple fact
upset her deeply.  She was not even aware that she had slid two finger deep
into her cunt and was steadily fucking herself.  She did not even notice
when one of her hands forced a slender finger into her asshole.

   Within the living room, the unpowered Pleasurer winked to life.  It
hummed quietly in response to unseen commands.

   Shelly sat patiently at the table, although she was having trouble
getting over her episode in the Pleasurer.  The meeting went better than
she had planned, and was almost over when she began feeling paranoid.

   "Something wrong?" asked Keiko.

   "No.  Just ready to close shop and go home."

   "Agreed.  All that is needed now is to shake hands and part ways."

   They shook hands, and left.  Shelly watched Mike as his eyes scanned the
throng of females surrounding her counterpart.

   "Anything wrong?"

   "Yeah.  No Del."

   Shelly turned and let her own eye scan the scene.  There were many of
what she assumed to be the normal persons, but no one who looked like one
of Del's agents.  Fear gripped her tightly, and the sensation was... 
erotic.

   "Let's go."

   Inside of the limo, Shelly tried to calm herself; it didn't work.  She
knew that Del was no more than a thought away, waiting for his revenge. 
And she was getting dangerously horny.

   "Mike.  I need an orgasm.  Now.  Have the driver take the long way
home."

   Mike picked up the phone and instructed the driver, as well as letting
the other guards know that Shelly was trying to see if Del had anyone
following her.  Then he sat back and watched as his charge began to bring
herself off.

   Had it been three years ago, he would have found himself only seconds
away from filling her cunt with his own manhood.  Now...  he simply
watched. He had gained much from his three week travels to Japan. 
Including an appreciation of the female as a whole.  He was more than happy
to watch Shelly as she finger fucked herself slowly.  As he watched, he
began to notice that she was moving slowly in order to keep the orgasm from
tearing her apart.  He smiled briefly, then began to wonder.  Shelly was
not the type of woman to fear her orgasm.  He vowed to dismantle the
Pleasure personally.

   "She is still alive?"

   "Yes.  But I would not place bets on that lasting too much longer."

   "Do I get my shot at her?"

   "Give it three weeks.  She will need some time to convince Mike not to
destroy the Pleasurer."

   "And what do I do for fun until then?"

   "Wait.  Things are about to get all too sticky."

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