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From: dekaddemon@aol.com (Dekaddemon)
Date: 13 Jun 1995 11:50:17 -0400
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Warning! Be advised that this story contains graphic, sometimes
non-consentual depictions of sexual interaction, both hetero and
homosexual. The story also contains vivid descriptions of bestiality. If
any of these subjects is likely to disturb and/or anger you, please read
no further.
You may reproduce, keep a copy or electronically transfer or
circulate this material to anyone, except for commercial or personal
profit, provided you do not change its original form and include this
notice. Dekaddemon shall not be liable for any wrongdoing, whether
knowingly or inadvertently, that may arise from individuals breaking local
applicable laws by transferring, printing or storing this material in any
form whatsoever, electronically or otherwise. All copyrights remain the
property of the author.
Note from Dek: Since I more or less screwed up my last post of
this story, I am now reposting it in its entirety (all six chapters), in
the correct order. Also, I'm combining some of the parts of Chapter 1 for
the sake of efficiency. Thanks to all who e-mailed, and to those of you
reading it for the first time, please drop me a line!
Greetings! Call me Dekaddemon, or Dek for short. This is my first
posting to this newsgroup. I have been recently inspired by several
excellent stories that have fought their way through the 95% crap-content
of this formerly-wonderful newsgroup, and so I now post my own humble
contribution in an effort to entertain, and not rant.
"All Our Demons" is my exploration of the themes of bestiality and
rape. The heroine of the story is based on a character from the movie
"Aliens", namely Vasquez, the small but kick-ass Marine whose character
has intrigued me from the moment I saw her. You may also recognize the
Hicks character from the same movie, the John Matrix character from the
movie "Commando", and the Deanna Troi and William Riker characters from,
of course, Star Trek TNG.
Although my thematic content is quite hardcore, my intent is to
explore, through Vasquez, the nature of victimization, the fluidity of
gender identification, and the will to survive. It is also meant to
indulge several subsidiary fetishes of mine, including hirsuitism,
muscular women, and large clitorises (hey, I don't laugh at your
fetishes!). It is *not* meant to be politically correct; rape is a crime
of violence, and exists as a forum for sexual pleasure only in my
fantasies.
I look forward to hearing from you, the honored reader. Please
e-mail, and let me know what you liked/disliked about the story, and what
you'd like to see in the future (other fictional characters?). I'm
working on several other stories right now, but "Demons" has been
particularly obsessing me for about three months now. If you like it,
I'll post others.
Enjoy!
ALL OUR DEMONS
Chapter One: A Day in the Life, part 1a
Detective Sergeant Juanita Maria Vasquez turned the key, and the
throaty growl of custom 400 Hemi engine under the hood of her gloss-black
1972 Mustang Mach I immediately filled the halls of Parker Center's
underground garage. She kicked the accelerator a few times, listening to
the symphony of pistons and gears sing its heady song. Vas (as she liked
to be called, harking back to her days in the Barrio, when she ran with
the Conquistadors) sat in the bucket seat and adjusted her rear-view
mirror. She saw herself in the reflection: tough, street-wise, dark and
invulnerable. There was pride and honor in those eyes, she thought. She
smiled, putting on her mirror shades. "Yeah, you're a real bad ass, Vas,"
she thought. And she was right. She commanded respect and more than a
little awe from the ranks, and liked it. After the first time the
Conquistadors had come out on the wrong end of a fight, at the hands of
the Bloods, and she'd been the Bloods' entertainment all that long,
terrible night, she swore that she'd never again be in a position of
physical inferiority to anyone. She'd been 14 at the time, and in the 10
years since, she'd worked like a woman possessed to bring her body and
mind to the peak of development.
As she revved her beloved Mustang out of Parker Center and headed for
the freeway, she looked over her arms as she gripped the wheel. The tight
black "muscle shirt" she currently wore displayed her body well, as she
intended. Vas loved a dramatic flare, and almost always wore clothing
which emphasized her impressive body. Under coffee skin, her powerful
biceps rippled lazily as she cranked the wheel and gunned the 'Stang onto
an entrance ramp for the 110 Freeway. She was 5'5, and 140 pounds of
latina muscle in a very sensual package. Her short black hair and direct
manner earned some snickers from the rank and file about her (supposedly
real) gender and possible sexual orientation (none to her face, of
course), and Vas knew it. But frankly, she liked the reputation. She
liked being feared, and respected.
Thirty minuted later, and Vas turned the Mustang into her driveway.
Her house was a small but very luxurious three bedroom tucked up on a
quiet residential street in the hills above Glendale. Her next door
neighbor was an NFL quarterback who had taken his team to the Conference
Championship in only his second year with the team. Vas knew he was
making well into seven figures. The house on the other side of her's was
owned by a prominent L.A. attorney who used it as an occasional weekend
retreat for himself and his various mistresses (sometimes more than one at
a time). Vas had on several occasions snuck over to his house (using her
superior skills in infiltration and reconnaissance) and peeped on him,
discovering his liking for cocaine and being dominated sexually by his
sometimes rather cruel mistresses. Vas considered it part of her own,
private neighborhood watch program. Everybody on the street knew that Vas
was a cop, and if they slept a little easier for it, so much the better.
As a result, she was everybody's friend. Vas liked that too. The
acceptance was a welcome change from her outcast youth. And if anybody
wondered how she managed such a nice house on a cop's salary, no one
asked. So much the better.
Vas was a vice cop, The best in the L.A.P.D. Her street smarts made
her a natural, and she'd moved up quickly out of motor patrol. She'd
taken her Sergeant's exam last year and passed with a 99%, and hadn't
looked back. Vas smiled again. Today had been a good day. After six
weeks of work, she'd almost single-handedly brought down a major
kiddie-porn dealer in South Central. She'd led the bust today, and it had
gone off perfecto. The dealer and three accomplices were going away for
a long time, and last she'd heard, other jurisdictions were taking down
the distribution network as far away as New York.
Vas hung up her gun, a beautiful Parkerized-finish, pearl-gripped
military-spec Colt Model 45, on the coat hook by the spacious kitchen.
She got herself a beer, a cold Canadian Moosehead, from the fridge, and
took a long, satisfied pull. Looking out the French doors to her
backyard, she saw Buck looking at her with lazy amusement. She smiled
more broadly. "You dumb perrito, you're getting fucking cocky," she
murmurred, looking at the big German Sheppard. Buck had almost recovered
from the gunshot wound he'd received in the line of duty three months ago,
and had kept Vas company those three months after she'd volunteered to
take care of him. She felt a little responsible, truth be told, as Buck
had gotten shot on one of her ops (taking down a major Compton druglord).
This, of course, fueled a whole round of new rumors among her police
coworkers about her real sexual proclivities (namely, that she preferred
dogs to both women and men). Vas laughed to herself. If only they knew
how right they were!
In truth, Vas was exclusively, and very selectively, homosexual (see
hated the term "lesbian"), having developed a healthy distaste for men in
general during her youth. She really dug women, however. Especially
really gorgeous ones who hadn't had a lot of experience in homosexual sex
(or, preferably, no experience at all). Vas seduced about two or three
women a year, depending on how long each liaison lasted (usually several
months each). The last one, Caitlin, had been unbelievably hot, and Vas
had sexed the hell out of her for more than four months before Cait, so
blown away by the incredible and increasingly wild sex, had finally had to
ask Vas for some time alone. And, Vas had to admit, looking back, Cait
had been pretty cool about it, admitting that the sex was the best she'd
ever had and that she'd learned things and had experiences she'd never
dreamed of. Vas knew she'd been a little too rough with her, and she also
knew that if she stayed with Cait, she'd get rougher still with her. The
woman was so deliciously innocent, and Vas really got off on that, messing
sensually with that innocence. They'd parted good friends, and Cait made
Vas promise to look her up and a year or so, after the redhead had gotten
the chance to explore her more romantic side, now that the ultrakinky side
had been exercised (exorcised?).
Vas was horny now, and she belatedly realized she'd been lightly stroking
her moistening pussy while she'd been thinking back to Caitlin, how
overwhelmed she'd been by Vas' butch bedroom style. Vas had been very
dominant with the beautiful redhead at first, skillfully helping her,
sometimes forcing her, to enjoy her own body to its fullest potential.
Vas had been so turned on by how responsive Cait had been in bed; every
single orgasm just *devastated* the woman. And then, Vas had patiently
showed Cait how to return the pleasure, encouraging her the explore Vas'
kinky body.
Vas was momentarily distracted by her dog's nervous prancing back and
forth, watching Vas intently through the glass. Buck seemed to know that
he was going to get real lucky tonight. The big animal quieted somewhat
as Vas let the French doors open for him. Vas rubbed him briskly in
greeting, and, putting her beer down, she played with him in her backyard
for a half and hour or so. The animal was unbelievably sweet-tempered, a
specially-bred German Police dog, absolutely vicious in a fight, but mild
as a puppy with his masters. He was, however, still young and prone to
get excited at times. He also massed over 80 pounds, and was level with
Vas' belly button as he stood next to her, panting after a good game of
frisbee-toss. Her backyard, overlooking a cliff with a spectacular view
of the grounds of Glendale Cemetery, was really too small for the huge dog
to exercise properly, but Vas saw to it that Buck got plenty of exercise
in other, far more interesting and unusual ways.
Chapter One: A Day in the Life, part 1b
Returning to the house with Buck, Vas fed him a light meal. While he
chowed, Vas opened the thick brown envelope she'd brought home with her.
It was marked "Police Evidence: Do Not Tamper" in bold, black letters.
Vas took a slightly deeper breath as she broke the seal. As the head of
her Vice section, it was her duty to review evidence in preparation for
trial, and advise the District Attorney accordingly. She'd seen enough at
Parker Center in the brief few minutes she'd previewed the tapes to know
what they contained. They were fresh from the bust site of earlier today.
Not many envied Vas her duty, entailing as it did delving deep into the
darkest depths of humanity. But what they could not know, and certainly
never understand, was that Vas loved it. Loved it in a very special, very
bizarre way.
Vas had always marched to a different drummer. The streets of the
Barrio had insured that. Her mother was a cheap hooker, her father
unknown. Mother dead within a year of her birth, bounced all around the
foster care system, sexually abused at early ages by several foster
parents (both men and women), violently gang raped at age 15, in jail at
19, she'd been weeded out by an experimental (and secret) program run by
the FBI, looking for tough, young, but not totally-burned-out hardcores
like Vas to put into its unbelievably rigorous military-style training
program. Vas had responded like she had been given mother's milk for the
first time in her life. Vas looked at the reflected result in her French
door glass-pane, as she hefted the evidence package thoughtfully.
Unquestionably, her life had been saved, and if the result was a little
weird around the edges, well, who could blame her?
Truthfully, by many standards of the L.A.P.D., Vas was patently
unethical, possibly even criminal. Most obvious was her video collection.
Vas illegally copied all of the police evidence she brought home to
custom 3/4" super-VHS video, and avidly masturbated to all of it. Vas had
thought about it many times, why she did it and all that. As close as she
could come to an answer was that she seemed to share a peculiar, special
empathy with the victims she saw on tape. She'd been there before (in
fact, the Bloods had also had video equipment the night when she was
fifteen, when they'd given her a very complete introduction to aberrant
human sexual behavior), and her arousal was quite literally helpless on
her part. Vas was also open to taking bribes or looking the other way if
it suited her ultimate purpose of bringing big-time offenders to justice;
again, Vas' sense of personal ethics was certainly unique. Her car, home,
stereo equipment, all had been obtained with a great deal of help from a
very big Hollywood producer who Vas had busted dead-to-rights for custom
ordering and buying large quantities of kiddie-porn from a very sleazy
dealer a year ago. This same producer now kept Vas supplied with both
money (to keep Vas quiet) and information (to help Vas bust other vice
offenders: his info had nabbed two big time Beverly Hills drug pushers
already). It was a cozy relationship, and very secretly, Vas could even
sympathize with him too. He, like Vas, was driven by his own demons,
demons that Vas could understand. As a result, Vas came up to the
producer's vast Bel-Air mansion once a month, and let him watch some
special selections, all involving underage victims, from Vas' personal
collection. It kept him happy, and Vas' viewpoint was, The stuff's
already been shot, the damage is done, why not recycle a little of it to
help catch more bad guys. This was also the reasoning Vas used behind
her own use of her collection. The tapes were history, an imprinted
visual record of the most primordial human emotions: fear, lust, pain,
arousal, domination. Vas could not help responding sexually to them any
more than she could shoot herself. Vas was comfortable with it, and said
no more about it to herself these days
As a result of her skewed ethics, Vas was unusually experimental with
sex, her body incredibly responsive. In addition to possessing the
absolutely illegal video collection, Vas also had a cache (which she used
occasionally, never enough to negatively impact her superbly tuned body)
of very illegal, very rare psychotropic drugs which left the reasoning
centers of the brain largely untouched, but heightened sexual pleasure and
responsiveness. Having learned some fascinating secrets from the leader
of an Indian prostitution ring she'd busted three years ago (Vas had
negotiated a lighter sentence for him in return: he now ran a
(kiddie-free) sex-ring in Burbank which Vas still visited, on occasion),
Vas had carefully experimented with steroids, male hormones and special
herbs (which counterbalanced many of the traditional side-effects like
joint disease, psychological changes), and had managed to achieve denser,
more powerful musculature without significantly adding to her bulk.
Vas was proud to say that she was still this side of feminine. Her
added bulk accented, rather than disturbed, the sleek, feminine lines of
her body, including her powerfully swelled biceps (she could bench-press
her own body weight repeatedly). Her breasts were still very full and
firm (actually, Vas breasts were quite large for her smaller frame). The
main effect of the old Indian's herbal therapy, as he had promised, was to
channel the usual transgenderism that hormone treatments produced, channel
it into sexual development instead of mutation. Vas was, very pleased
indeed with the chief result to her body that the old Indian had
predicted: clitoral enlargement and sensitization. Her clitoris had
thickened and elongated to an astounding degree (it had been big to begin
with, over an inch long when erect and excited). Under the influence of
the drugs and herbs, her clitoris and clitoral hood had thickened and
elongated significantly. Now, soft and unstimulated, it hung down more
than two inches, bright pink and fat. But when Vas got excited sexually,
it could swell to over three inches in length, sometimes as much as four
(or more, if she was particularly aroused). It was now also unbelievably,
almost impossibly, sensitive.
Finally, Vas had been a bit surprised, and vaguely disgusted, that
the herbs had not done a particularly good job of controlling a classic
symptom of hormone-induced transgender development: namely, she'd gotten
quite hairy. The Indian had warned her of this possibility, but still Vas
had been a bit surprised. Luckily, nothing outrageous, like facial hair.
Vas' pubic hair was dark and full to begin with. Now, however, Vas
sported a positive jungle. Her coal-black pubic hair was thick, wiry, and
copious, and most humiliating of all, it had spread up her belly to her
navel in a dark, silky strip. as well as into the split of her asscheeks,
right around her anus. She had also grown similarly luxuriant thatches
under both arms. The effect hadn't gone any further than that,
thankfully.
At first, she'd spent a lot of time shaving (which was difficult to
do around her huge clitoris), but then she'd met Cait, and Cait, as it
turned out, liked Vas butch. The butcher the better. She'd encouraged
Vas to stop shaving, and then had absolutely worshipped her, to the point
that Vas began getting turned on by it too. After watching her redheaded
supermodel girlfriend pull at Vas' pubic thatch with her teeth for half an
hour, or seeing her lick out her armpits and her tongue her belly a few
times, until the hair was soaked with saliva and matted to her skin, Vas
had learned to enjoy it as well. Besides, when Vas wore the tight tank
tops and muscle shirts she favored, she tended to stop conversation when
she raised her arms for any reason. She liked that.
Vas spread a towel down on the soft, luxuriously carpeted floor in
front of her home theater equipment, just in case tonight's action spread
to that locale. She'd already pulled all the drapes to the house,
activated the security system, and night had fallen. "Miller time," Vas
thought wickedly. She called Buck over on to the towel, where a sat
obediently with a rather expectant look on his face. Vas had continued
his training during his time with her, although certainly not in an
L.A.P.D.-approved manner.
Vas turned down the lights, and stripped before the mirrored wall
tiles adorning the wall next to the high-end audio/visual system. There
were no windows in this room, and it was soundproofed. This was her
playroom, in the basement, very private. Vas looked it over in the
reflection provided by the huge bank of mirrored tile, which covered the
entire wall. In addition to the huge 45" color monitor, speakers, and
stereo, there was also a reclined, comfortably padded chaise lounge of
just the right size and shape so as to allow Vas to lie back, with her
legs comfortably spread open, her feet just off the floor to either side
of the foot of the lounge, perfectly positioned for her to masturbate
while she watched her tapes. Her view of the screen was unobstructed,
given that the monitor was raised two feet off the floor and tilted
forward, providing a spectacular perspective. This was Vas' secret place,
her fortress of solitude, where she let her own personal demons run free..
Vas stripped as she continued to study her playroom. Next to the
lounge stood a thick, polished oak chest. Its lid stood open, revealing a
very extensive collection of sexual appliances, all Police Evidence of
course, as well as her supplies of drugs and hallucinogenics. Nothing
artificial tonight, she decided. She was now naked, and examining her
body in the mirror. Powerful, compact, exotically muscled, and
*perfectly* symmetrical; an American Gladiator would be envious (well,
then again, some of those women were just ridiculous-looking).
Vas began to come on to herself a little in the mirror, teasing
herself. "Oh, putita, you're so caliente!" she whispered to herself, and
then smiled at how stupid she sounded. Then, getting more serious, she
began tensing her stomach, watching her abs spring into definition,
rippling sensuously. "Perfecto," Vas whispered, meaning it this time.
Her abs were perhaps her best feature, giving her lower abdomen just a
slight, sexy swell and fantastically balancing the deltoid and biceps
development of her upper body. Vas experimentally ran the tip of her
index finger slowly up and down the ribbed musculature of her belly, right
on the trail of pubic hair, gently scratching back and forth, enjoying the
bristly sensation under her fingertip.
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Subject: Repost: All our Demons 1c-e (f/f,m/f,nc,bsdm,beast)
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From: dekaddemon@aol.com (Dekaddemon)
Date: 13 Jun 1995 11:50:34 -0400
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Warning! Be advised that this story contains graphic, sometimes
non-consentual depictions of sexual interaction, both hetero and
homosexual. The story also contains vivid descriptions of bestiality. If
any of these subjects is likely to disturb and/or anger you, please read
no further.
You may reproduce, keep a copy or electronically transfer or
circulate this material to anyone, except for commercial or personal
profit, provided you do not change its original form and include this
notice. Dekaddemon shall not be liable for any wrongdoing, whether
knowingly or inadvertently, that may arise from individuals breaking local
applicable laws by transferring, printing or storing this material in any
form whatsoever, electronically or otherwise. All copyrights remain the
property of the author.
ALL OUR DEMONS
Chapter One: A Day in the Life, part 1c:
"Maybe you were right, Cait," Vas murmurred to herself, teasing the
dark strip of hair. "Definitely kinky." Perhaps she really did have a
secret desire to be a man. Vas toyed with the possibility, but just as
quickly discounted it. She *loved* being female. She just couln't bear
the thought of being helpless. Vas' strength was her security, her
sanity; however, she had *no* desire to turn herself into one of those
mutant women with no tits who hadn't had a period in ten years, with
shoulders like the Terminator. She could see the arousal in the eyes of
her fellow officers, in the weight room at Parker Center, as she put her
body through its paces. That was power, and she liked it
Vas continued to examine herself. Smooth, latin-coffee hued skin
marked by four tattoos and three piercings. She had a large, extensive,
multi-hued tattoo of a dragon with a massive penis covering the back and
top of her right shoulder, her gang-tag from the Conquistadors. A
blood-dipped dagger surmounted by an American eagle on her left bicep, her
FBI Special Unit tattoo. A tiny, permanent teardrop under her left eye,
from her days in lockup. Last, a very delicate, almost elegant ring of
blue and green thorn vines and tiny roses ringing her right aureole and
nipple, a gift to herself. As to her piercings, she bore a separate 1/4"
gold hoop pierced through each of her very dark, very prominent nipples,
and a "Prince Albert"-style piercing with a 1 1/2" gold hoop directly
through the moist head of her huge clitoris. Gently, Vas slid her clit
hoop free of the wet, red flesh, gasping softly as she did so, and set it
aside; a few weeks ago, she had set Buck to licking out her cunt, and he'd
really started getting into it, when he caught a fang in the ring and. . .
well, *painful* to say the least (she'd bled for two straight days, and
was still just a bit tender).
Vas walked over to the chest, slowly, and took a bottle of light
massage oil out of it. Buck watched her intently, never budging from the
towel where Vas had indicated he should sit. Vas smiled at him. "Soon,
perrito, " she cooed to him. She noted that his red, moist penis had
slipped partially from its furry sheath. Semi-erect, the animal's organ
was six inches long.
"I see you're about ready," she told the dog playfully. Vas reached
down and took her clitoris in her right hand, and once again marveled at
the knowledge of the old Indian. How right he'd been! When Vas had
visited the old man's newly formed brothel in West Burbank after he'd
served his six month reduced sentence, she'd showed him the results of his
careful advice. How he had chortled! Never had he seen such results,
he's said. Vas squeezed herself gently, and was instantly rewarded with a
wet, burning rush of pure sexual pleasure in her cunt.
Fully aroused as she now was, Vas clitoris tended to erect to a
length of between 3 1/2 to 4 1/2 inches, to a point where dog and woman
tended to resemble each other sexually. Her clitoral hood was now thick
and swollen, and very prominent. As mentioned, when Vas became intensely
aroused, typically as when she inevitably allowed Buck to penetrate her
vaginally or, especially, anally, her clitoris could sometimes swell to a
hair over five inches. It also became quite stiff under these conditions,
and with some effort, Vas could use it for her own, peculiar form of
coitus. Caitlin had loved it! Vas had fucked her many times with it,
fulfilling Cait's recurring need for Vas to fulfill increasingly more
masculine sexual roles for her. Vas had even managed an anal penetration
once, although this had taken a full hour to achieve, with the help a
really huge vibrating dildo deep in Vas' anus keeping her erect and
aroused, and a lot of lubricant. They'd both climaxed simultaneously and
strongly, and Vas had the whole scene on videotape.
Vas spilled some oil into her hand and massaged it all over her
clitoris, which now stood fairly erect, bright-pink, jutting out in a
downward curve away from her pelvis. Vas took special care to protect her
clit during sex, as it was very tender, extremely sensitive (especially
now, given its recent injury). Quickly, she'd gotten the length of it
slicked up and well lubed. After a moment's thought, Vas spilled more oil
into both hands and began to spread it all over her nubile, muscular body.
Vas loved the way the oil accented her naked flesh. Her tits looked
bigger, fuller, her nipples darker, and her skin shone so erotically,
gleaming like something just-crawed from the womb. Her pubic hair quickly
became in turn matted, then soaked, with oil, and clung wetly to her
slippery belly. She poured oil into her hands and ran it through her
silky hair, until it too clung to her scalp, forming thick, wet strings.
She looked . . . alien.
Not being able to stand it any longer, Vas lay down on the lounge and
called Buck over. The dog hopped lithely up onto the foot of the lounge
and lay obediently between Vas' spread legs.
"Wait," Vas commanded the big dog sternly. No sense in letting a
training opportunity go to waste, Vas reasoned. Besides, she was enjoying
teasing herself a little this evening. Buck sat motionless, looking Vas
straight in the eye. In fact, the only outward signs he showed of his own
sexual tension was the fact that the animal's penis continued to slip from
its sheath, and that he'd begun to drool onto Vas' left thigh. Vas
watched the dog's saliva run along her caramel flesh, noting the wet trail
it left. "O.K.," Vas said softly, "That's pretty kinky. . ." Then a
moment later, she softly called "release" to the dog, and instantly, he
began to feast, running his long, wet tongue all over Vas pubic region,
licking the open, wet cleft of her dripping pussy and tonguing the length
of her hot, well oiled clitoris.
Chapter One: A Day in the Life, part 1d:
Vas had remarked several times to the old Indian that her clitoris'
sensitivity had grown in direct proportion to its size, and had playfully
chided him that she could now barely get through the day without soaking
her pants through, such was the delicious friction provided by her jeans
to her swollen clit. She in fact had taken to wearing specially padded,
men's-style jockstraps to ease the friction and provide her with some
support. God, how Caitlin had loved that, too! Vas remembered how fond
Cait was of saying that the jock strap made Vas look so deliciously butch.
Vas was now almost erect enough so that her clit stood up freely. As
it was, it still bowed to the side an an arc, but the Buck's tongue was
rapidly taking care of that. "Easy, Buck, ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhh. . ." she
trailed off with a groan as her clit stood straight up with arousal. Buck
almost wrapped his long, pink tongue completely around it as he licked
steadily at it. "Jesus, you've (ohhh!) gotten good at this (mmmm. . .),
perrito," Vas remarked, watching as the big German Sheppard pleasured her.
The young latina police officer hunched her hips forward and angled them
up, simultaneously spreading her legs further apart, offering her ripe
body to the dog. She was rewarded with Buck beginning to lave the tight
brown bud of her asshole, first licking, then probing, with his tongue
actually penetrating the tight, puckered ring. Vas slipped several
fingers into her pussy, and let Buck lick those clean, then inserted her
middle finger deep into her anus, and again let Buck lick it clean. "Now
we're starting to rock," Vas thought blissfully, now licking her own
fingers, sharing the intimate taste of her orifices with the dog. At this
point, Vas hit "play" on the remote by her armrest and settled down to the
show.
As usual, Vas found her emotions oscillating rapidly back and forth
from deep sexual arousal to the most unbelievably kinky bursts of disgust.
The two emotions coexisted within her, fueling each other until she
gasped softly at the intensity of it. As often happened, Vas shed more
than a few tears as she watched the evil of mankind, its terrible
perversion, played out on the screen. And yet, she was undeniably,
deeply, hoplessly aroused by it, helped by Buck. He licked Vas inside-out
steadily and thoroughly, easing her transition between abhorrance and
lust.
The first tape was bad. . . really bad. They had a young latina
girl, dark haired and pretty, about sixteen at the oldest, and they were
gang-raping her for the camera. They played to it, performing for it, for
the voyeuristic pervert at home. For Vas. She (the girl) was in bondage,
blindfolded, and the three guys, two black and one latina himself, were
all well-endowed. She was orally raped, fucked by each in turn, double
penetrated, triple penetrated. They slapped her around a little, applied
clamps to her budding tits, stroked her tiny clitbud with a vibrator, and
when she began to get helplessly aroused (as had happened to Vas when
she'd been raped by the Bloods) they raped her again, orally, then
vaginally, then anally. The guys were pros, not allowing themselves to
come, just getting more and more aroused all the time. The made her
orgasm twice with the vibrator, and then began sliding it in and out of
all of her orifices, making her lick it clean. Then they made her talk
about it (as Vas had been made to talk, made to admit that she was to
blame, for getting turned on) She tearfully admitted how turned on she
was, and was forced to ask to be raped a third time. This they did,
harshly and brutally, slapping her. Vas orgasmed sharply under Buck's
probing tongue, crying out, as the men on the screen completed the rape in
singularly messy fashion, spraying the girl with large amounts of cum.
Fade out. . .
"Ohhhhh, mygodmygodmygodmygod" Vas whispered in litany as Buck
cleaned her sex after her climax. Her clit stood still and upright, at
full rigid attention. "Too bad Cait isn't around," Vas thought,
recovering now from her ordeal. It was an ordeal every time, but she had
a taste for it. Moving smoothly, sure of herself now, Vas selected a
large, flared anal plug from her chest. It was black, with a knobby
surface, perhaps six inches long and over two inches in diameter: thick
and nasty. Vas squeezed some thick, gel lube from a tube onto the dildo
and thoroughly lubricated it.
Buck began to jump around a little at this point, as Vas was bending
over on all fours on the lounge. "Buck!" she commended, and the great
beast stilled instantly, sitting down. Vas could see that the dog was
almost fully erect: seven inches of bright-red cock, and the knot had not
yet emerged. Vas positioned the dildo at the entrance to her puckered
anus, now moistened with dog-spit. And slid it slowly home, not pausing
until the wide flange had slid through her anal ring. She gave a soft cry
as it did so, and a deep grunt of satisfaction as her muscular anal ring
devoured the rest. She flipped a switch, and grunted softly at the
result: deep, satisfying vibrations now travelled up and down her rectal
passage. She could feel the dull thrum right through into the base of her
clitoris, and her clitoral hood looked to be vibrating.
Now Vas was really hot. Moreover, she was sweaty now, adding to the
oily sheen. She stayed kneeling on the lounge for a moment, massaging her
full breasts and now very erect nipples, enjoying the sensation of the
vibrator in her ass. It made the sweaty cheeks of her ass twitch with
pleasure. Her eyes returned to the big screen, to where the action had
recommenced with a new sexual vignette.
Chapter One: A Day in the Life, part 1e:
Some young stud was tied to a chair, with a latex mask covering his
face. His smooth, pale skin was slimy with cum. Vas had apparently
missed some action. However, now, a really gorgeous-looking brunette was
crouched over his loins, riding up and down on his really big cock (at
least a foot long). "Oh, yes, he's quite a stud," she said in an oddly
accented voice that sounded mostly British, with maybe something Middle
Eastern mixed in. Maybe Mediterranean. The woman wore a glittering, sort
of dramatic facial mask, however, preventing identification. She was
really excited, Vas could see. She was kissing him hard now, really
getting off on riding the big stud. Two men stood just behind the tied
stud, a dark-haired man and a blonde man. Both were naked, muscular, and
very well-endowed, although not as well as their captive. "You had best
provide him some cock, gentlemen, so that he doesn't lose interest," the
woman said in that perfect, oddly accented English. She definitely wasn't
American. But British? Maybe. . .
Vas moved down to the towel, and got down on all fours. She looked
briefly between her legs and saw two drops of her cuntal secretions race
each other down her hanging clit. "Oh, yeah, I am reh-DEE, ready man!"
Vas thought excitedly, her eyes now returning to drink in the action the
action on the screen. As she felt Buck mount her, Vas watched the two
guys (now visible from torso down only) move around to their captive's
front. Their cocks were hard and big. "Yeah, go for it man, go for it!"
Vas called to the screen. She loved to see guys go at it, fuck each
other, which was weird considering the fact that she didn't fuck them. Oh
well. She got her wish as the men proceeded to dick-rape the guy's mouth
right in front of the woman, who just moaned as she watched the kinky
scene. Buck now had his paws up high on Vas' broad back, and she felt the
wet, pointy tip of the dog's big penis nudge at the lips of her pussy.
The stud was now untied from the chair (although his hands were still tied
together), and the two men forced him to the floor on top of the
dark-haired women. "Keep. . . fucking me, stud," she managed to breath,
while one of the men massaged some lube onto his own already spit-wet
erection. Vas decided she didn't like the bitch: it was the way she said
"fuck" in such cultured tones. It wasn't right.
The action continued as one of the well-hung male rapists (Dark Hair,
Vas decided; his pubic hair was dark black, and spread thickly on his
chest) slowly put his dick up the young stud's ass as their victim was
forced to continued to fuck the masked brunette. Likewise, Buck began to
inch his canine dick up Vas' moist pussy. Vas spread her legs wider and
inched back against the dog's loins, showing him that she wanted his cock.
Buck abruptly got the idea (truthfully, he was a little dumb at this, and
Vas often had to coax him to fuck) and slid his lengthy rod all the way
home, spearing Vas deeply and taking her breath away momentarily. When
she got it back, she called out lustily in Spanish, encouraging the dog.
She felt the tip lightly nudging the tight sensitive ring of her
permanently, surgically dilated cervix (courtesy of a gynecologist with a
penchant for molesting his patients).
Sexual intercourse into the womb was a relatively new thrill for Vas,
as she'd only busted the doctor five months ago. She'd heard from several
hookers on the street that there was nothing like it. You just needed
guys hung big enough to get that deep. Vas didn't like guys, and Buck
wasn't quite hung enough to fuck her cervix in any meaningful way (with
his knot inside Vas, the tip of his cock slipped about an inch into her
womb, but with the taper of his cock Vas couldn't really notice it).
However, Vas did have several very large dildos, some over a foot long and
three inches in diameter, and with these the young latina could really
give herself a unique sexual experience, fully exploiting the pleasurable
sensitivity of cervical penetration. It was like having a second clit
deep inside her vagina, except one in the shape of a ring, through which a
penis could penetrate. Exquisite!
"OHHHHHH, YEAH!" Vas half-screamed, and then groaned loudly as the
dumb Sheppard immediately pulled his cock out again and forthwith rammed
it back home, poking Vas' cervix again with its pointy tip. Vas grunted,
rather like a dog herself, thinking Perrito is definitely getting the hang
of this game. . . Buck began to do this over and over, which had Vas
nearly beside herself with pleasure. Vas reached between her legs to
fondle her clitoris, hanging down with excitement. It felt really big, as
she jacked its slippery length in a very male way. "Probably over four,"
Vas thought clinically, often using her degree of clitoral swell as a sort
of barometer of how good the sex was. This was pretty damn good sex.
The stud on the floor was now being made to share a big, erect cock
in his mouth with the dark haired bitch, (the Blond, Vas decided, given
the curly blonde pubic hair surrounding this cock and the full head of
blond hair on his head) all the while getting fucked deep and hard by the
guy behind him. The bitches' hands were all over the male captive,
clawing his back as the guy kneeling over her face pulled out of the
stud's mouth a fed her some cock, too. Everyone was really getting into
it, moaning, sweating, gasping. Even the sweet blonde victim was
undeniably erect, and was giving it to the British bitch hard and fast.
God, she's loving every second of it! Vas thought wildly, feeling
herself getting very close to what she knew would be multiple orgasm. She
felt hot, wet squirting in her pussy, and knew that Buck was now spraying
her vagina with his preliminary canine precum, as he might prepare any
bitch. Then she felt the big knot the the base of Buck's cock pushing at
the lips of her already widely-spread pussy. Vas braced herself and made
every effort to relax as Buck began flicking his hips against her ass,
thrusting, seeking, wanting, needing to get totally inside her tight cunt.
Vas felt herself spreading for the dog, so deliciously, so disgustingly.
"Madre Dias, he's so fucking big!" Vas thought wildly, wondering just how
she'd ever managedto get this accomplished with Buck in the past. Buck's
penis, like that of any dog, swelled at the base during coitus, to form
the "tie" which prevented premature withdrawl of the penis and ensure
completion of the sexual union. Betwen dogs, the design was merely
efficient. For a human woman, the design was kinky in the extreme.
Just then, Buck yelped and bore down hard over Vas' back. The big
dog gave an extra, firm pelvic shove and suddenly (and somewhat painfully)
Vas cunt reluctantly opened wide and swallowed the massive knot, locking
woman and beast together for what Vas knew from prior experience to be, at
minimum, about an hour (Buck had once stayed locked up with Vas for three
hours, the current record). Vas' cunt felt hugely full and lustily
stretched: they were locked up tight all right, and it seemed clear to
Vas that Buck wasn't going anywhere for at least the next hour, and might
even make a run at the record.
The big Sheppard continued to ram himself up Vas cunt, and she was
sure that the pointy tip of the big dog's penis was now positioned right
in the center of her dilated cervix, prepared to inject actual semen
directly into her uterus. The massive knot was also now perfectly
positioned to massage the hell out of Vas' g-spot, which was very large
and ultra- sensitive . It was one of the things she loved most about
fucking Buck, the way that beautiful knot pressed hard up against her
g-spot and sent her into orbit.
Vas looked up at the screen at that perfect, beautiful moment, to see
both men pull free of their gasping victim and dump massive cums all over
his face and asscheeks, while he cried out, obviously cumming himself into
the now lustily screaming bitch. He pulled out and spewed a big white
load all over the bitch's belly, and at that juncture Vas, tugging firmly
and repeatedly on her wet, swollen clit, felt her cunt go wet. Buck
barked loudly at the same time and Vas felt the warm, wet, copious rush of
animal semen through her massively filled vaginal channel, to burst
directly into the womb. The strong young latina cop now screamed in
actuality as her clit detonated, and she came, and came, and came, and
came.
Some minutes later, Vas regained her senses partially, though it was
difficult, as Buck was by no means finished with her, and was
enthusiastically hunching deep within her now totally soaked vagina,
helplessly locked cock-to-pussy with her. Vas' g-spot was strongly
responsive, and she tended to squirt copiously when she achieved orgasm
during g-spot stimulation. Indeed, she'd juiced thoroughly when she'd
climaxed with the big dog, and now the results were leaking around the
animal's deeply inserted penis, along with dripping strings of the
animal's clear semen. After taking a few deep breaths, she was able to
look up again at the screen. The bitch was enjoying the last of her
climax, obviously, and during her frenzy had ripped off the stud boy's
mask.
It was Darryl Hicks. Vas' next-door neighbor. All Vas could thick
was, "Some day this has been."
This concludes Chapter One. Tune in again for Chapter Two, "Letting
Go".
Dekaddemon
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Warning! Be advised that this story contains graphic, sometimes
non-consentual depictions of sexual interaction, both hetero and
homosexual. The story also contains vivid descriptions of bestiality. If
any of these subjects is likely to disturb and/or anger you, please read
no further.
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ALL OUR DEMONS
Chapter Two : Letting Go, part 2a
"Vas! What are you doing here?" The booming voice of her boss was
unmistakable in the after-midnight quiet of the L.A.P.D.'s Computer
Records room. "You know the department can't afford this overtime shit."
Vas leaned back in her chair, blinking a few times to clear her head
of the CRT display-induced eye strain. She rubbed her neck slowly,
kneading the muscular sinews, and looked at her watch. Mierda! Three
o'clock. "Don't worry, Top," she said over her shoulder, smiling at her
superior. "This is strictly volunteer night."
Vas looked at her senior officer, Commander John Matrix. He was a
huge man in every sense, truly larger than life. At 6' 2", he must have
massed at least 260. Worse, he was Austrian by birth, and still spoke
with an accent that gave him much more than a passing resemblance to a
certain foreign-born action movie star. A former Special Forces Commando
with the U.S. Army Rangers, he wore his hair in a military-style buzzcut.
He was one tough hombre, Vas had seen first-hand in the field. He'd also
been an instructor at the F.B.I. Special Unit that had saved Vas from the
streets. Vas had learned martial arts, marksmanship, almost everything
from this man. He had Vas' deep respect in every way, and (although Vas
would never admit it) she considered him something of a father figure.
He'd been responsible for bringing Vas to the L.A.P.D., and although as a
general rule morale on the force sucked (In light of the Riots, Rodney
King, O.J., et. al.), the same could not be said of Vice section, which
Matrix headed. Vice was a tight-knit group, and Vas loved working in it.
"What the hell are you tracing here?" Matrix said, leaning over Vas'
shoulder to look at the cathode display. His accent was so cute! His
sentence came out sounding like "Vat da hell ah you trracing heah?"
Vas leaned back in her chair. "Suppliers, of course," she said,
yawning. "From the big bust last week. There was a lot of pretty intense
kidporn on those tapes we seized." Vas' thought drifted back to some of
the stuff she'd seen (and copied, of course), and with a some guilt
realized her cunt was moistening at the memory. Sick, Vas. Sick, sick,
sick. . . "I'm trying to back-trace where some of this stuff is coming
from."
"Yeah, I know," Matrix said in a strangely flat tone. "I screened
those tapes too. . . Before I gave them to you. . ."
Vas was listening absently. "Some pretty nasty shit, huh?" And
then, with an instant feeling of cold dread chilling her spine, Vas
realized that if Matrix had seen them before he'd given them to her, and
then rewatched them. . . Oh, shit!
Vas turned around slowly in her chair, and looked into Matrix's cold
blue eyes. *Yep, I'm fucked*. . . ," Vas concluded to herself. "You
watched them again after I gave them back, didn't you," she asked him,
levelly.
"Why don't we step into my office for a moment. . ." was all he would
say.
Several moments later, Vas was sitting opposite her boss in his
office. He had closed the door and locked it after she'd gone in, not a
good sign. His face was unreadable. And then he asked her point-blank
about the blank gap on Tape #1. Vas studied her boss for a moment, and
knew that she could never lie to him.
"Yeah, I erased about twenty minutes of footage from that tape," Vas
admitted evenly. Matrix didn't so much as twitch, so she continued. "You
saw it yourself, so you know what was there."
"Tampering with police evidence is a felony, Nita," Matrix
deadpanned. He seldom called her Nita. It was strangely. . . intimate.
"You think I don't fucking know that!" Vas burst out suddenly. Then,
immediately getting control of her emotions, she continued. "Darryl Hicks
is my next door neighbor. My friend. Jesus, John, we have barbecues
about every week! And I will *not* let him become the next headline on
National Fucking Enquirer!" She was breathing a little hard now.
Matrix was silent for a long moment. Vas looked at him, her mind
firmly made up. Yes, she done the right thing, all right. That night,
after she'd finished with Buck, she rewatched the tape several times. It
was clear to her that what was recorded there was an actual rape. Darryl
hadn't been a willing participant, of that Vas was sure. She knew from
the thousands of hours of recorded rapes she'd seen. She knew from
personal experience. For whatever reason, Darryl hadn't reported the
incident, and seemed content to live with the experience. "We all have
our demons," Vas thought, not for the first time, looking at Matrix's
impassive face. In the end, Vas had simply erased the portion of the tape
with Darryl on it. No need to ever mention it to him. That weekend,
Darryl had been over to her place for a backyard cookout. Vas hadn't said
anything, and Darryl certainly didn't act like the experience on the tape
bothered him. End of story. Until now.
Matrix had seen the tape before giving it to Vas, and then had
screened it in more detail after Vas had returned it to him. Except that
the tape came back with a big gap that wasn't there before. Vas and
Matrix looked at each other across the table for a while. Then, he turned
in his chair, to look out his window. It was raining outside Parker
Center.
"Nita," he began suddenly, still looking out at the rain, "You are by
far the best Vice cop in my section. When I saw you four years ago,
tough, all full of attitude, I knew you'd be one of the best. You took to
the training like you couldn't get enough it of. Your results speak for
themselves." Matrix seemed strangely intense suddenly, as if he was
preparing to say something he'd been wanting to for a long time.
"Also," he continued, now turning back to her, "I know that you've
come a hell of a long way to get to where you are, and that you've seen
some really bad times." His tone indicated to Vas with certainty that he
was fully aware of her own traumatic biography, gang-rape and all. "I
know. . ." and here he hesitated before continuing, "I know that as a
result, you have no particular liking for men in general, least of all
macho testosterone cases like me." Vas watched him with growing
amazement, and more than a little tenderness. "Well, that's as close as
he'll ever get to actually saying that he doesn't mind that I'm gay," Vas
thought to herself with amusement.
"I just want you to know," he continued, somewhat stiffly, "that I
consider it very good fortune indeed to have earned what I think is your
trust and respect, if not your friendship." He turned around now, to look
Vas square in the eyes. "I've been in Vice for over ten years. I know
what my cops are up to." His icy blue eyes held Vas'. "I know the
corners you cut, the deals you make. Randall Sinclair ring any bells?"
It was the name of Vas' Hollywood director contact. She was planning to
go out to his mansion tonight, to ask him about the supply lines for the
bust she'd just made, to see if any other copies of the Darryl video were
circulating. And to give him a nice, long, nasty taste of that little
Hispanic girl's rape from the first tape.
Matrix continued on. "If I thought for a second that you were truly
dirty, I'd have broke your ass in half long before now. But I'll tell you
a secret, Nita. All Vice cops, the really good ones, are a little dirty
around the edges. That's how you get results. And if any Vice cop tells
you different, they're either liars or total screw-ups." Now he was
leaning forward in his chair. "Nita, you're just about the dirtiest Vice
cop I've ever worked with, and I'm more than a little amazed that you can
live with yourself at night. You wade further into the slime than anyone
I've ever seen, and still hold on to your humanity." He was staring at
her intently now. "You, Nita," he paused for effect, "You're the best."
Far from being insulted, Vas was deeply touched. This was John's way
of saying he understood how Vas worked, who she was. It was startlingly
like being given absolution by a priest. "Madre dias," she replied, her
voice a whisper. "You're some fucking peice of work, man"
"Shit, Vas," he suddenly laughed, "You think you're the only one
who's ever gotten turned on by watching police evidence? I am right,
aren't I?" Vas actually felt herself blush a little. "Hell, I've jacked
off to more than a few in my time. We all have. Comes with the
territory, no pun intended." Vas laughed at her self-consciousness.
"However. . ." and here Matrix became the deadly serious ex-Ranger
only he could be. "Tampering with the evidence is over the line. I'm
going to warn you this once: do it again, ever, and you're out. Got it?"
Vas nodded slowly, knowing he meant it. They were silent for some time.
"Thanks for . . . understanding, man," she said by way of a reply,
at last. Her eyes were dark and wide in the dimness of the Commander's
small office. "It means at lot to me. . ."
"Forget it, Vas." He looked at her intently. "We do have one small
problem, however, although why it isn't a huge one at the moment I'm not
sure." When Vas inquired curiously as to what it was, Matrix told her
that he suspected that F.B.I. Special Agent Mark Connoly had also seen the
tape before either he or Vas had, and so now also probably knew that Vas
had altered the tape. But why he hadn't done anything about it yet was
anybody's guess.
Mark Connoly was head of the L.A. bureau of the F.B.I., and rumor had
it that he was in the back pocket of State Congressman Will Riker, darling
of the religious right and a big anti-porn crusader. He was also
universally acknowledged to be a world-class prick. Connoly was always
snooping around Vice, especially after a big bust, always looking for
fodder the feed Riker, especially now that the Congressman's presidential
campaign was getting into full swing. However, it was clear that Connoly
was always a little too eager to review the evidence in detail. To say
that Matrix *loathed* Connoly would have been a supreme understatement.
"So why hasn't Connoly said anything yet?" Vas asked, worried.
"How should I know?" replied Matrix. He seemed genuinely puzzled.
"I would've thought that the prick would love any opportunity to hang me
out to dry. But I want you to know that if it comes to that, I'll back
you one hundred percent. Just say your VCR ate it, and I'll swear by it.
Right?"
Vas was totally taken aback. Shit, he really does put his money
where his mouth is! "But what about you? I'm not gonna stand around
while Connoly buttfucks you over this."
Matrix grinned. "Oh, don't worry about me. Chief Williams and I go
way back. So, I get a reprimand. . . I'll add it to my collection."
This man was amazing. No one had ever gone to the wall for her
before. Even during training with the Special Unit, the clear implication
had been that if she'd screwed up so much as once, she'd have been gone
instantly. And, as often happens to people when they are exposed to a new
situation, Vas didn't really think about what she did next. It was the
only thing she could do, the only way she could show Matrix how much he
now meant to her, given her rather underdeveloped methods for expressing
genuine gratitude. . .
Several minutes later, the only sounds in the room were the rain
beating against the panes of the office window, and the intimate sounds,
the soft gasps and the small wet noises, of sex. Matrix watched the dark,
short hair of her head as she knelt between his muscular legs, her mouth
absolutely *full* of his penis. Vas, for her part, never hesitated, never
looked back, to her own surprise, and now was totally committed to giving
this lovely man as much pleasure as she knew how. He'd tried to stop her
at first, to tell her that it wasn't necessary, but he could never have
understand that for Vas at that moment, it was as if her life depended on
taking care of his sexual needs. Vas knew that she wasn't very good at
saying "thank you" (in fact, she was absolutely lousy at it). But she
knew how to show Matrix how thankful she could be.
Vas was surprised by how easy it was, to bring pleasure to a man, how
natural. She knew in her heart that she was still gay; this was more an
expression of respect. As if she was saying, "This goes beyond sexual
orientation." It was extremely personal to Vas, and she was grateful
beyond words that Matrix was cool enough to let her express her thanks in
her own way, the only way she knew how.
She'd simply slipped to her knees between his legs as he sat in his
office chair, looking him in the eyes while she unzipped his jeans,
feeling the warm, hairy flesh beneath the denim. His male scent was new,
exotic, very different from those of Buck, more subtle. He was already
growing hard as Vas tugged his jeans off completely, filling his underwear
fully. These she carefully peeled off him as well, as then she found
herself holding his warm, swelling penis in her hand, stroking him up and
down.
"Jesus, Top, you don't do anything small, do you?" she told him as he
lay back in his chair, yielding himself up to her control. Vas found
herself face to face with Matrix's truly massive cock. It sprang from a
forest of wiry, thickly tangled pubic hair to curve upwards in a
monumental arc, a full twelve inches from its thick, hairy base to the
lobed, plum-sized knob of its glans. And, it was quite veiny as well.
Infact, the awesome weapon barely looked human.
"I should've known you'd be hung like a fucking beast," Vas said
quietly, but with a slight, kinky curl of a smile on her lips. Matrix
wasn't talking. Instead, he gently brought one massive hand behind Vas'
head, and, smoothly tangling his fingers in her short, dark hair, he
brought her head slowly forward towards his cock. Vas stopped thinking at
that point, letting instinct take over, and opened her mouth to him,
laving her long, nimble tongue all over the great crown of his erect
penis. She tasted his male fluids beginning to well at the tip and
instinctively sought more, gently digging the delicately pointed tip of
her tongue into the wide, dilated cleft at the tip of his huge organ,
seeking more of the man's preliminary emissions.
Vas was surprised at how sweet the man's issue tasted: smooth, just
slightly salty, very masculine. Opening her mouth wide to him, Vas slowly
eased her lips down the long, thick shaft, seeking to devour as much of
his cock as she could. While she worked at this goal, she held his proud
shaft upright with one hand, directing it into her mouth, while she
unbuttoned his shirt with her other hand. Then, she lay his shirt open,
and slid her free hand across his almost hairless, deeply muscled chest,
gently caressing the largish nipples, smiling inwardly as she felt them
erect in response. "Strange," Vas thought to herself, "that he has so
much pubic hair, and none on his chest. Ah, Austria!"
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Warning! Be advised that this story contains graphic, sometimes
non-consentual depictions of sexual interaction, both hetero and
homosexual. The story also contains vivid descriptions of bestiality. If
any of these subjects is likely to disturb and/or anger you, please read
no further.
You may reproduce, keep a copy or electronically transfer or
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ALL OUR DEMONS
Chapter two: Letting Go, part 2b
For several long minutes, Vas slid her mouth up and down his
cock, over and over, until Matrix's breathing had taken on a distinctively
urgent tone, and her mouth was thick with the taste of his
fast-approaching orgasm. Vas was inwardly pleased at how much of his cock
she she take into her mouth and down her throat, having often amused
herself while masturbating by alternating large dildos between her mouth
and pussy (or asshole), seeing clinically how much of her toys she could
swallow. It had been good practice for this moment. Using the hand
tightly wrapped around his penis at midshaft, she slowly pulled the heavy
organ from her mouth, inch after inch, until at last, she felt the now
huge-swollen head pass between her lips. She tenderly bit and chewed him
just behind the collar of the glans before releasing the wet knob from her
mouth, and when she moved the huge organ before her face so she could
examine her handiwork, she was surprised to find that her lips were
connected to the head by several sticky white strings of commingled saliva
and semen. She looked at them in wide-eyed amazement before licking them
away, savoring the rich taste of the man before her, heady with the
realization of just how much she was turning this man on. Her other hand
was on his belly, gently scratching through his thick pubic hair and
feeling the strain of his abdomen. He's close. . . Vas thought, with
almost innocent wonder. Licking her lips, she said, "This is the first
cock I've tasted since the Bloods raped me when I was fourteen." She was
watching him intently. "How does that make you feel?"
"Privileged," was all he could manage. He'd broken out in a warm,
slick sweat.
Vas smiled. It was just the thing she'd wanted to hear. She began
lustily licking her tongue up and down the shaft until the whole of the
big shaft gleamed with her spit, including the hand she used to hold
Matrix's massive penis. Vas had rather small hands, and her moistened
fingers of the hand she held his cock by did not even reach halfway around
Matrix's erection; her palm was overwhelmed by the thick, moist organ.
She could feel quite clearly the beat of his heart through the whole
length of the man's penis. With her other hand, she was slowly rubbing
her belly as she licked him, caressing him gently and helping him to relax
and enjoy the blowjob. "I'm beginning to think that I may have been
mistaken," Vas told Matrix quietly, with a secret, sly little smile
complimenting her flashing Latin eyes. "It seems that among the
disgusting throngs of the male populace, there are a few nice guys
floating around."
Matrix raised an eyebrow in slightly feigned surprise. "Why,
Nita!" he mocked softly, "I didn't know a butch leather biker slut from
hell like you could be so eloquent."
By way of response, Vas deftly took the dripping, purple head of
her boss' huge cock between her full red lips and gently but thoroughly
bit it all over, showing him her perfect white teeth as she did so,
teaching him his place. She wore a look of pure concentration on her
face, her delicate, jet-black brows furrowed with intensity. Vas looked
Matrix straight in the eye while she did so, his eyes closed to mere slits
as he enjoyed to tremendous blowjob Vas was giving him. Vas' own eyes were
open unusually wide, the whites crystal clear and the iris a deep, dark
shade of almost-black, virtually unblinking, as if she might miss some
detail of the man's behavior. Then, with her face softening to a look of
warm sensuality, she slid her mouth down over Matrix's erection once more,
with a rather wet-sounding moan, down and down until her full,
semen-moistened lips met her hand halfway down the man's huge, throbbing
shaft. Again, she looked up at her boss, her other hand slowly scratching
his belly once more, her dark flashing eyes searching his face for signs
of impending orgasm.
Matrix's lips were parted, and he was breathing deeply, but slowly.
"Dios! This man has control!" Vas thought with admiration. Again, she
pulled Matrix's slippery, thick penis slowly from her mouth (again, she
found her lips connected to the huge, mushroom head by gossamer threads of
saliva/cum). She carefully licked the blood dark glans clean, digging
into the cleft once more, circling the wide-flared collar. She stood up
suddenly between his legs, and began to undress.
"I want to fuck you, John," she told him, as if there was no
option, "But it's important for me to stay in control." Vas had taken off
her black leather jacket now, revealing her tight white cotton muscle
shirt with its short-short sleeves (revealing the young police officer's
broad, muscular shoulders) and bare midriff. Her blue jeans were also
very tight and very low slung; two inches of her silky trail of pubic hair
could be seen on her belly, to tuck into and just surround the pucker of
her navel. The development of her abdominal muscles had stretched her
navel into an oval shape, Matrix noted. A pair of chrome handcuffs hung
from her black leather belt, and when Vas turned to throw her jacket on a
nearby sofa, Matrix could see the big, steel-gray Colt she favored tucked
in the back of her jeans, nestled in the small of her back. She took out
the gun slowly, checking to make sure it was safed, and layed in almost
reverently on Matrix's desk, symbolically yielding up some of her own
control to him.
Moving slowly around behind Matrix's chair, Vas gently brought each of
the man's powerfully muscled arms behind the back of the chair. "Trust
me," she told him softly.
"Always, Nita," he replied. He felt the cold metal encircle his
thick wrists, heard the unmistakable metallic click of the cuffs. Vas had
fed the cuffs through the back spar of the chair: he wasn't going
anywhere.
Now Vas moved back around to where Matrix could see her. She was
removing her top as she walked into view, her arms high over her head, her
back to him. Her back was a thing of beauty, strong, muscular, and
feminine at the same time. Matrix noted a five inch scar, a white line
running from Vas' left shoulder to the middle of her back. She also had
thick, wiry tufts of coal-black hair under her arms, explicitly revealed
with her arms raised, and a big, colorful tattoo on the back of her left
shoulder. She turned to look at Matrix, now her captive.
Matrix saw at once what a sexually-tuned body Vas possessed. Big, firm
tits the color of smooth coffee proudly stood out from her chest. Her
dark-brown nipples were huge and prominent, the aureoles (studded with
goosebumps) almost two inches in diameter and the erect teats protruding
nearly a full inch. A fine gold hoop was speared through the thick,
tender flesh of each nipple. Matrix was dripping pre-cum just watching
this fantastic woman reveal her kinky body to him.
Vas stepped out of her heavy motorcycle-style boots and slid her jeans
down to the floor in one smooth motion. Then, she stepped between his
legs, and showed him her body. "Do you like what you see?" she asked
simply, looking down at herself. Her massive clit looked like a fat, red
worm crawling out from her hairy cunt. It was wet with her juices, three
inches long, its gold ring hanging heavily from its blunt tip.
"Yeah," he said. "It's nice to see a woman who knows how to take
care of her hardware."
"That's what I like about you, John," Vas told him. "You've got
such a way with words." With no preliminaries, Vas climbed into Matrix's
lap, her own body looking small against the huge Commander's. She grasped
his rock hard penis firmly in her small hand and rubbed the huge head all
over her stiffening clitoris, wetting it with the man's sticky preliminary
seepage. The two organs parted reluctantly due to their sticky coatings,
and Vas was momentarily blown away by the nearness of the act she would
have thought unthinkable even yesterday. She crouched over Matrix's lap,
one hand steadying herself on his broad, deeply chiseled shoulder, the
other guiding his huge, beautiful erection towards her open, wet pussy.
After rubbing the glans back and forth over her vaginal lips, Vas
moved the huge head between them and began to bear down slowly. Matrix
gasped and Vas gave a short, barking cry. Vas found that fucking Matrix
was very different than fucking Buck. The German Sheppard, despite the
size of his penis, was always able to spear Vas' vagina easily, due to the
shape of his organ (pointed at the tip, huge at the base). Matrix,
however, was massive from tip to base, and it was quite a job for Vas to
achieve initial penetration with him. With almost agonizing slowness, Vas
felt herself spreading for him, her voice whispering a soft litany without
her knowledge: "Ohh, shit, shit, shit, ohhh, shit, shit. . ." Then, with
Vas' voice rising to an extended wail, she felt the huge cock force her
open to maximum width and slide inside her. She let out a shuddering
breath, drained momentarily, letting herself slid down his shaft several
inches.
"Dios mio, you are one hell of a fuck, man!" Vas grunted softly, her
head resting against his shoulder, one arm wrapped around his neck, the
other resting on a broad pectoral. He grunted by way of reply, as Vas
unconsciously scratched lightly at his nipple. All the while, Vas allowed
her impossibly tight pussy to descend on his erect, upstanding pole. She
could feel with exquisite detail the massively engorged glans forging a
passage deep within her vagina, the thick shaft sliding in behind it. The
friction was profound, despite the precum and Vas own liberal juices, the
hardest fuck of Vas' young life, except for her first time with the
Blood's gangleader.
Vas was breathing hard against Matrix's neck. "You wanna know a
secret, man?" Matrix heard her say softly, her voice low and deep with
emotion. She never stopped working her pussy; her muscle control was
outstanding.
"Tell me."
"I've done a lot of fucking, that's why I'm so good at it."
"No kidding," Matrix murmured. He was going to come soon now.
"But I've only been with four guys in my life: you, and the three
cocksuckers who raped me when I was fourteen."
This is a weird conversation, Matrix thought. "You're flattering
me," he said aloud. He was looking down her back, watching her ass slowly
rising and falling as she rode his cock up and down. He would have sworn
that every muscle in her body was in rippling motion, so graceful was she
as she fucked him. His subordinate's cunt with like an impossibly tight
glove on his cock.
"Well," she said slowly, her head leaving his shoulder. She looked
his squarely, her unblinking eyes intense as he'd ever seen them, "I
practice all the time with Buck."
She smiled wickedly, her dark eyes flashing. "I got the idea from an
evidence video we took in about two years ago." Just then, she hunched
her hips in an odd way, and Matrix was stunned to feel himself slip even
deeper into his subordinate's hot cunt. Something was collaring the head
of his penis tightly, deep inside her body. He assumed it was her cervix.
Vas was moaning steadily, hanging onto her boss as she forced herself
down on his massive weapon. Deeper and deeper his prick slid into her,
until Matrix felt the head of his cock touch something warm and spongy,
and Vas gave a sharp cry of surprise. He was now fully inside Vas' body,
all fourteen inches of him. If he went any deeper, he'd be knocking her
ovaries around. It marked the first time that living cock had fully
penetrated her dilated cervix. The hookers were right! Vas thought
wildly. Cervical penetration was in a class by itself. Every time she
moved, deep rips of hard, nasty- edged sexual pleasure radiated from her
strained cervix. It seemed to Vas that someone had hot-wired her cervix
and her clit together.
"Ohhh, my god, that's deep," Vas gasped. She pushed herself
upright, crouching directly over Matrix's loins. They were both sweaty
now from their exertions, and Matrix was surprised at how beautiful Vas
looked, sitting there absolutely impaled on him. He'd never thought of
her as particularly pretty, and indeed, she wasn't, in the conventional
sense. Though he never would have told her, he might have said she was
more handsome and than beautiful, with no insult intended. Not
androgynous, but duodrogynous, the best of both worlds. Her skin,
glistening with perspiration, was velvet smooth and sensually tinted to
capture the light and turn it into a honeyed sheen. She was radiant, her
face proud and fierce, yet vulnerable at the same time.
She began fucking him in earnest, just then, easing up slowly on his
penis and then sitting down heavily on it again, crying out each time.
Matrix noticed her clitoris, really for the first time, for it was
impossible to miss at this point. It stood straight out from her belly,
erect and fat, bright pink and wet. It hovered over Matrix's own cock,
parallel to and above it, and the wide gold hoop hanging from its head
brushed back and forth along his erection as his big shaft slid back and
forth in Vas pussy. It must have been over four inches long.
"You don't mind going deep with a woman who fucks with dogs, do
you?" Vas asked, more than a little playfully.
Matrix shook his head no. "I'm just jealous of Buck. . ."
Vas shoved her ass down on Matrix's penis again, and let out a
deep, shuddering moan: she'd just climaxed. "Don't be," she breathed
against his hard, powerfully muscled chest. "You're almost enough to turn
me on to men again."
"I take it this means you'll be hanging onto Buck for a while,"
Matrix said, now beginning to feel the incipient onset of his own orgasm,
that burning, urgent, uniquely male sensation that foretold his loins were
gathering for a monumental climax.
"Mmmmm, to tell you the truth," Vas moaned softly, feeling the man
beneath her beginning to come (and loving it), "I think I'm done with
Buck. He's kinda dumb when it comes to fucking me. I've just about got
to shove my cunt right into his face to get him to fuck it." Vas could
plainly see the effect her words were having on Matrix. He was so close
to coming he could just about taste it. But Vas was squeezing tightly on
his cock with her well-developed vaginal muscles, and her dilated cervix
was collaring him tightly as well. "Half the time he gets way too
frantic, and all I end up with is dog come all over my back and scratches
all over me." She paused dramatically before continuing. "And, I've
always wanted to try blowing him, but he just won't stand still for more
than a few licks."
Vas watched with growing delight the effect her words were having
on the man. "I think I'll get a more experienced dog," Vas continued,
enjoying her power over her superior, handcuffed as he was. "Something
really big and a lot calmer, like a Great Dane or something. Definitely
something hung big."
Matrix was groaning now, a deep urgent noise.
"I read about this one dog, an Irish Wolfhound, it's about the size
of a fucking pony!"
His grunting turned feral, into a kind of animal noise.
"Can you image how a dog like that must be hung? You see, there's
this really huge knot at the base of a dog's cock, and when he gets turned
on, it swells to like, baseball size."
Matrix's arms flexed, the chair creaked. He began to draw a large
breath.
"I mean, I'll bet it's helluv hard to relax enough to be able to
take a knot like that, and then after you do, you're fucking locked up
with him for at least an hour, and he's fucking creaming like a fountain
the whole. . ." At that moment, Matrix let out a roar like the king of
the jungle, and came hard and deep and long, with Vas holding tight to his
heaving chest, slowly licking the sweat off his pecs and thinking, "good
thing I cuffed him. . ."
And at that moment of sexual nirvana, with Matrix exploding inside
her, helplessly groaning with the intensity of the act, straining like a
wild thing against his restraints as Vas felt the heat of his semen deep
in her belly, she learned what true power was. She closed her eyes and
put her head against his sweaty chest, listening to his heartbeat racing
as he enjoyed the last of his orgasm. Vas was at peace.
Unfortunately, it was not to last. . .
Here ends Chapter Two. Chapter Three picks up again with "House of
Cards." Just a reminder: I would really like to get some e-mail feedback
about this story. Drop me a line!
Dek
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From: dekaddemon@aol.com (Dekaddemon)
Date: 13 Jun 1995 12:18:32 -0400
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Warning! Be advised that this story contains graphic, sometimes
non-consentual depictions of sexual interaction, both hetero and
homosexual. The story also contains vivid descriptions of bestiality. If
any of these subjects is likely to disturb and/or anger you, please read
no further.
You may reproduce, keep a copy or electronically transfer or
circulate this material to anyone, except for commercial or personal
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notice. Dekaddemon shall not be liable for any wrongdoing, whether
knowingly or inadvertently, that may arise from individuals breaking local
applicable laws by transferring, printing or storing this material in any
form whatsoever, electronically or otherwise. All copyrights remain the
property of the author.
Here's the next installment in the Vasquez saga. Hope you're
enjoying it. This chapter only has one part.
ALL OUR DEMONS
Chapter Three: House of Cards (1/1)
Exactly one week later, Vas pulled into her driveway in a foul mood.
She'd spent all week tracking down the supplier of "Darryl's Video", as
she'd taken to calling it, and she'd finally connected bigtime. The
kiddie-porn guy she'd busted last week had finally rolled over (after Vas
negotiated a plea-bargain agreement for him with the Deputy D.A. and the
Public Defender) and told Vas all about a certain warehouse in Torrance.
The warehouse, is seemed, was really an elaborate series of studios for
the production of distinctly illegal sexvids, most of it hardcore
bondage/discipline/sadomasochism/torture tapes using runaways, street
kids, and other (underage) participants, almost all forced into it against
their will after lures of easy money and misrepresentations of what was
involved.
Once the guy started to talk, Vas literally couldn't shut him up.
The guy said he'd actually been in the warehouse once, and has seen first
hand the set up. He described custom-built dungeons (there were several
on premises), high-resolution video and film equipment, cunningly crafted
restraint racks, beds, crosses, stakes, and exam tables, racks of sex toys
and torture equipment that took up entire walls, luxury viewing rooms with
one-way glass to entertain high-paying customers who liked to see the
action live, even an on-site stable to keep several kinds of animals for
use in bestiality-rape films (apparently a specialty of theirs). This had
jibed with several particularly nasty rape flicks that Vas had seen (and
copied). The dungeon setting, the professional quality of the camera work
and the lighting, all had combined into a startlingly arousing package (in
fact, Vas had been more than a little humiliated by how turned on she'd
gotten).
Yeah, he'd sung like the proverbial jail bird.
Only now he was dead.
Vas pulled her Mustang into the middle of her spacious two-car
garage, revving its powerful engine a few times before shutting it down.
She sat there for a long moment, listening to the crickets chirping in her
front yard, allowing her head to slowly tilt forward until her forehead
touched the steering column.
"*Fuck*" she whispered softly, but with rich emphasis. "Fuck, fuck,
*fuck*. . ."
She'd taken a SWAT team to the warehouse in question, only to
discover that although her squeal had been telling the truth, the
warehouse had been totally cleared out. The only thing left to tell that
it had ever been used to make any of the videos in question were the many
mounting brackets remaining in the cement walls, where restraint equipment
had obviously been attached, the heavy animal smell in the stables, and
the many semen stains on the floors. Police Forensics had estimated that
the warehouse had been in full operation just a few days ago, indicating
that it folded after Vas had busted her pornographer, probably in response
to the event. Everything was gone, even the animals. Witnesses in the
vicinity saw several unmarked trucks pull up to the place a couple of days
ago in the dead of night, and by morning they were gone. Forensics was
going over the site, but Vas knew it was yesterday's news. And then. . .
Some lousy fucking crackhead stabs her bust through the eye with a
ball-point pen in his holding cell, because the admitting officers hadn't
patted him down thoroughly enough before throwing in him in with her
snitch. Just like that, no case. . .
FUCK!
Wearily, Vas hauled herself out of her car. She was looking forward
to a long, hot shower, then maybe a delivery pizza. And then, she was
going to pull out some of her nastiest, sickest tapes, and let Buck have
her mouth, her cunt, and her ass all in one long night of fucking. Even
now, she could hear him barking insistently.
"Miss me, did you?" Vas thought wickedly as she unlocked the garage
entry door, and went inside. "You have no idea how fucking lucky you're
gonna get tonight. . ." she whispered.
Buck's barking got louder as she walked through her back hallway. In
her mind, Vas had already selected the evening's first movie. It would be
one from Vas' own home collection, called "Cait's Ordeal". In the last
couple of months of their relationship, Vas had encouraged Caitlin to tell
her some of her deepest sexual fantasies, with the understanding that Vas
would do her best to turn them into reality. In this way, Vas was able to
introduce Cait to a variety of experimental forms of sex. She'd gotten
Cait to admit to a curiosity about bestiality (after hearing about Vas'
own experiences with animals), and then helped the gorgeous redhead fuck
her own large Collie dog (successfully). Vas had helped Cait live out a
life-long fantasy of being a prostitute (Vas had acted as Cait's pimp, and
they'd picked up three different men in one night from various bars for
her to fuck; she'd made over a thousand dollars that night).
However, when Cait had shyly admitted to Vas that she might like to
be raped, Vas had known that this was one fantasy that Vas herself would
have to introduce her lover to. And so she had, breaking into Cait's
mansion, setting up all the video equipment, and then waiting for her to
come home from some shopping. Surprising her, tying her up, and raping
the shit out of her. It was the night that had spelled the end of their
sexual relationship. Cait had enjoyed it too much, so much that it scared
her. To see Vas so unbelievably turned on, to see such raw sexual
violence, Cait knew that Vas would not stop there. In hindsight, Vas had
no regrets. With the exception of being gang-raped when she was 14, it
was the singlemost powerful sexual experience of her young life.
Vas paused in the kitchen, opening the fridge to get a beer. She
popped it open and kicked half of it back. Buck was standing against the
sliding back door, his front paws up on the glass, barking over and over.
Jesus," Vas thought, "You'll get your chance real soon, perrito."
In her mind's eye, Vas could visualize her favorite part of the rape
tape she'd made that night. Much later that night, Cait tied to the bed
on her back, her beautiful body glistening with massage oil. Her arms
above her head and tied to the bedpost behind her. Vas had tied her
ankles high up on the posts at the bed's foot, which simultaneously spread
her legs wide apart and lifted her ass almost off the bed. Her pale,
secret little asshole totally exposed, especially after Vas had put a
couple of pillows under her hips. Cait already had clear dog come
trickling from her cunt and asshole, due to the fact that Vas had allowed
Prince, Cait's Collie, to rape her both vaginally and anally after Vas had
tied her up (Vas had tied Cait face up, so she was forced to watch as the
dog had his lusty way with her; when she'd tried to close her eyes, Vas
had had to lightly slap her a few times to get her attention, and then
caress her face with Vas' big .45). Then Vas stepping into the frame, now
oil-slick and naked herself, sliding that huge, vibrating butt plug up her
own ass. Cait begging her not to go any further, to no avail. Tangling
her hand slowly in Cait's beautiful hair, bringing her head forward and
forcing Cait suck on her huge clitoris until it had swelled to a massive
five inches long, amazingly stiff and erect. Vas virtually pouring oil
all over Cait's smooth, round ass and working her fingers deep into the
woman's asshole until her anus and rectum were relaxed and slippery with
semen and lubricant. And finally, the climactic scene with Vas untying
Cait's legs, taking each in her muscular arms and forcing them up and
apart until the redhead could look directly at her own cunt with her ass
sticking straight up in the air. Cait's ass rotating upwards, so that her
asshole is pointing straight up, right at Vas, with the butch latina's
rippling arms spreading her long legs wide, holding them tight.
In her kitchen, Vas was leaning against the counter, her hand inside
her jeans, fingering her clit, as she remembered. That final camera
change (as Vas had finally edited it) so that it looks from the foot of
the bed up between Cait's legs. Vas crouching over Cait's ass, her huge
clit hanging down. The big pink flange of the butt plug lodged firmly in
Vas' asshole, nestling between smooth, muscular asscheeks spread wide to
reveal the silky black pubic hairs, moist with sweat, growing right in the
split all the way from her cunt to her tailbone and circling her plugged
anus. The huge plug vibrating noisily and powerfully , with the strong
buzz visible in the whole length of Vas' hanging clit. Using both hands,
Vas guiding her tender, throbbing clitoris to Cait's waiting asshole.
Impossibly, Vas using her oily fingers to ease the tip of her clit right
into Cait's open, waiting asshole (Vas is not wearing her clit-ring now).
The fat, pink shaft spreading Cait's asshole and beginning to slide up the
woman's ass. Neither woman's face can be seen, just their weirdly
connected loins. Cait moaning lustily, deliriously, Vas breathing heavily.
Vas repositioning her hips carefully, and suddenly sliding all the way in
one smooth, slow, thrilling thrust. Vas beginning to use her clit just
like a man would use his cock, thrusting slowly, carefully. Vas'
lust-soaked voice coming from somewhere, coming on to Cait, asking her how
it felt to get fucked in the ass by a clit, telling her she was a slut for
liking it.
So lost was Vas in her own sexual dream that she lost track of her
environment, something that she almost never did. It was one of the first
things Matrix had taught her, and had twice beaten the shit out of her for
letting him surprise her. "Never become so distracted that you fail to
recognize disturbances in your environment," he'd shouted into her
bloodied face. "It could be the last mistake you ever make!" So, Vas had
failed to become suspicious of Buck's insistent barking. Buck was
normally a rather quiet dog, typically barking only on command, in
response to some environmental stress, or when protecting his master. It
should have tipped Vas off, but she was distracted by the events of the
day, especially the death of her source.
At the last moment, as Vas stood enthusiastically stroking herself
inside her pants, with her back to the pantry door, she became dimly aware
that Buck had let loose with a veritable frenzy of barking and snarling.
Looking up, she noticed at last that the dog was absolutely frantic, and
barking right at her.
No. . . at something behind her!
Knowing it was already too late, Vas just managed to reach behind her
with her off hand (her right hand being occupied with a handful of her
clitoris) and lay her fingers on the butt of the big Colt tucked in the
back of her jeans, when something heavy and blunt came crashing down on
the base of her skull. Her world exploded in a bright sunrise of pain,
and then she was plunged into impenetrable darkness.
That takes care of Chapter Three. See you next time for Chapter
Four, "Changes".
Dek