From smcclure@goldrush.com Tue May 20 13:52:16 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!newsxfer3.itd.umich.edu!su-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!news.pbi.net!news.goldrush.com!usenet From: smcclure@goldrush.com (eileen_stone) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Darkside: United States of Anarchy 01 (nc rape, voyeur) Date: Tue, 20 May 97 13:52:16 (PDT) Organization: The MultiVersal Dreams BBS * @172.FILEnet * 209-754-5851 Lines: 319 Message-ID: <33820f02-smcclure@goldrush.com> Reply-To: smcclure@goldrush.com (eileen_stone) NNTP-Posting-Host: ac-020.goldrush.com Version: WWIV PPP Project v1.5 Beta-27 DARKSIDE: The United States of Anarchy; "The Boy In The Attic." [Disclaimer: This text is intended for adult audiences, if you are not of age to view it, be somewhere else. This series of stories explores the darker aspects of the human experience, if that might offend you, then you were warned, and it isn't my problem. -- KTM ] Anything can happen in the Multiverse. Even a world that is much like ours, but which somehow... isn't. A world that is a magnet for the blackness in the dreams and souls of humankind. A world known as: The Darkside. The World's economic system depends on a delicate interlocking system of mutual trust and financial debt. When those bonds shattered, the governments and monetary institutions crumbled. Even the most idealistic civil servants left their jobs when their families were gripped with hunger. The Survivors of the Chaos would come to call their nation the United States of Anarchy. Chapter 1. "The Boy In The Attic." -- by KTM. Robbie crouched in the attic, his fist pushed deep in his mouth. This sort of thing just didn't happen in Iowa, not in one's own home. The brigands were in the house, and if they knew he was there, they would kill him, just like they'd killed his dad. He was close to wetting himself or crying because he realized that he'd screwed up. When he scrambled to the attic, he'd left the rope dangling down for the attic steps. He could hear heavy clomping foot-steps in the hallway, and rough voices arguing about checking the attic. Robbie was a small, dark haired boy, even though he was almost 13. He looked around in fright for another place to hide. Then he saw it, the air conditioning vent! He'd been in there before, just a few months ago. Dad had asked him to help clean the air filters. It was a large old house, and it was hard to get at them without paying for a service call. Robbie had saved them enough money that he'd gotten to chose the kind of ice-cream they bought for a month. He crawled over to it and checked to see if he could still put his hands between the slats. Quickly he unlatched it, then turned to pull some boxes over to conceal the vent. He slipped inside, and set the grate back in place. First latch, and the second closed. He reached to the other side and stretched his fingers. Third latch done. Light poured up into the attic from the steps the men had pulled down. Robbie froze, his fingers just about to stick through the slats again. The boxes kept him from seeing the man, and the boy thought it was probably a good thing. Sweat streaked down his face as he fought to quiet his fast breathing. He flinched as the man stomped around, kicking boxes of stored junk, and shining his flashlight into every corner. The invader muttered curses in a steady stream, that broke into a snarl when a man down in the hall yelled for him to tell what he saw. "Just some fuckin' Christmas tree lights, Skull," he shouted, "and a lot of dust. Can I come down now?" he said petulantly. "Yeah, Red," the voice answered, "c'mon, the fun's starting." The light retreated and Red started down the steps. And behind his shield of boxes, Robbie felt brave enough to reach for the last latch, and snapped it closed. Snap! "What was that? I thought I heard something," Red said. He paused with just his head in the attic, and shone the flashlight again to the corners of the dusty space of the room. "Aw forget it," Skull's voice said, "these old houses are always making noises. You didn't see anything, did you?" "Well, no," Red said. "Then c'mon, Red!" Red's light faded, and with a thud the attic stairs were closed again. Robbie heard a feminine squeal through the ducts, so he turned around again, and quietly crawled through the metal tunnels to the 'T' junction. At the junction he waited, until he heard his sister whimper on the left, and he followed the sound. He had to see what they were doing to his teenage sister, and his mother. The duct ended in a grate set in the ceiling of his parent's bedroom. It was a big room, and most of the brigands were crowded in here, along with the two women of the house. His mom was curled up on the side of the king sized bed crying, with her hands clutching her slap-reddened face. The men were ignoring her for now, and were tormenting her 16 year old daughter on the bed's other side. They were playing with Sissy, tearing off her clothes and telling her all the obscene they would do with her. Robbie watched in mixed horror and fascination as his pretty sister was stripped naked. Boy, he thought, she sure had big tits! The men stripping her grabbed her tits and squeezed them, mauling them painfully. Sissy cried both in pain and humiliation. "She's nice, Skull," one of them said, "but I wonder if Mommy is any good still?" "Well, go find out, Bear," the tall man said. He was bald, and rail thin. His skin was stretched tight on his craggy bare face, clearly showing the bones that lay underneath. The man who'd asked about Robbie's mother was heavy set but burly. He sported greasy black hair and a dark shaggy beard. He looked to the boy like someone out of Dad's Bikers & Babes magazines. He reached out with a meaty had and yanked on a handful of Mom's hair, making her yelp. "Strip, you old cunt," he growled, "or I'll do that to your little girl!" "You will anyway, bastard," Mom said sullenly, trying to pull away from him. "Oh, we'll fuck her good," he said, "But we don't have to hurt her much, unless you don't do what we say. So do it now, bitch!" Robbie's mother sat up, and started to take off her clothes, still quietly crying. The boy didn't know what to watch, his sister's forced fondling or his mother stripping herself. One of the men put a long finger into Sissy, and pronounced her cherry, while another ditched his clothes to show his hard cock. He grabbed Sissy's jaw and forced it open by the cruel pressure of his fingers. He hissed to her that they'd cut her mother open if she bit him, so she'd better suck him good. Then he jammed his cock into her mouth. Mom had taken off her blouse and her red lacy bra, and the burly man stepped forward and started squeezing her slight sagging tits. She unbuttoned her jeans and started to push them down, all while keeping her head turned away from him, but he stopped her. He freed his fat cock from his greasy pants and pushed it at her. "Suck it, slut!" he said, pulling her to him by her breasts. Robbie felt his own small dick swell at the sight of his mom and sister sucking the cocks of these horrible men. He flushed with guilt, but he couldn't turn away. He'd never seen anything like this. The man named Skull seemed to be their boss, "Go suck the girl's twat, Red," he said to the red-headed teenager who stood gawking at the scene. "I want her good an' wet when I go to pop her." The skinny teen made a face, but he kneeled between the girl's spread legs, loosening his pants so he could free his cock while he licked her. The burly man clutched Mom's hair in his fists and was vigorously fucking her mouth. Suddenly he jerked and pulled her lips tight against his bush with a groan. Robbie watched a drool of white spill from her mouth when Bear pushed her back. "Now get naked," he ordered, and slapped her when she didn't move fast enough. He nodded for another guy to take her mouth next. Sissy was being pinned by four men. Two identical men were pressed against her sides trapping her arms while they slurped at her big tits. Red held her legs while he ate her, and the last man was kneeling over her neck while he fucked her face. Red and the two sucking Sissy's tits were stroking themselves off while they molested her. One of the twins yelled "Shit!" and sprayed cum in the air and on the her side, while his brother was only a second or two behind him. The man on her face bellowed a laugh as he came and moved off of her, and the next man eagerly climbed onto his place for his turn at raping the girl's mouth. On the other side of the bed, Robbie watched his nude mother get thrown down, and a man cover her with his very hairy body. He still wore his boots and a leather vest that said "Wolf", but nothing else. His style of fucking included mauling her tits and biting at her face while he humped on her, thrusting inside her over and over. Robbie couldn't stand it anymore. He reached inside his pants and grabbed his penis, squeezing and stroking it while trying to be as quiet as possible. Man after dirty man raped his mother and sprayed down Sissy's throat, before Skull seemed ready to join the game himself. Red had jerked off onto the girl's legs while he sucked her, but was still ready for more. Skull pulled him away from Sissy, then pushed him at Robbie's mother. "You can fuck her," he said. Red blubbered his thanks. The kid jumped on Mom and thrashed around looking for her hole while the men laughed at him. Finally Red's cock found her cunt and he started frantically fucking her to the shouted encouragement of his fellows. Robbie muffled a gasp in the duct, as a hot drop of liquid escaped his small cockhead. Sissy was held down by the men, while Skull stood in between her legs, and took off his clothes. He had a very large cock if the others in the room were anything to judge by. He looked down at Sissy and stroked it to hardness. She looked terrified, but he merely smiled at her. He got up on the bed and laid his prick's full length on her belly while she tearfully shook her head. Skull slapped her sharply, and as she gasped in shock, he leaned back and brutally thrust inside her. Her next breath was a piercing scream of pain. "There!" he said. "I popped ya good, little virgin. Now we'll all be fucking you, with me being first. He pushed himself in even deeper, and with the third stroke he was all the way in. She whined with every push of his cock, and he seemed willing to go on fucking her forever. He was doing her slowly, keeping up a nice even stroke. Both of Robbie's hands were playing with himself now. His vantage from the ceiling let him see every perverted thing they were doing. He could see the red stain on the bed between Sissy's legs, and when Red finished, how Bear moved over to fuck his mom. Mom was grunting with every hard strokes, and the bearded man kept riding her until she cried out in mixed shame and pleasure. "Yeah bitch," he said. "You're cumming, you dirty slut! Hear that, girly? Yo' mama likes being raped." "Good job, Bear," Skull panted. "I mean to make this cunt the one to cum next!" "No!" wailed Sissy, but she was also starting to pant from the machine like thrusting of the monster dick inside her. Bear finished, after making Mom cum again. Another of the brigands started fucking her, but she wasn't fighting much anymore. Her hands clawed at the brute on top of her as he rammed his way to shuddering orgasm inside her sopping cunt. Bear looked admiringly at the boss, and joked to the others. "No one's got control like our Skull does, he could go on for hours. Taught me everything I know. Soon they'll both be our fuck toys, 'til we decides to move on." Robbie's eyes were locked on his sister's flushed face. As he stroked his dick in time with Skull's thrusts, he could track her emotions. Horror, anger, shame, those were easy to see. But there was another expression he could feel on his own face. A kind of... reaching expression as her body began to build to some kind of release that neither she nor Robbie had ever known. He flicked his eyes over to his mother as she finally broke her silence. "Oh, God," Mom cried, beyond shame. "Harder, faster! Oh, fuck me now!" Robbie had never seen that look on her face, or ever heard her say things like that. It made his cock pulse harder. He looked back at his sister as Skull started talking to her. "Sounds like," he grunted, "your mom's getting into the spirit of it. Why don't you," another grunt, "just relax and join the fun." "No!" Sissy shouted, and then she chanted at every thrust. "No. No. No. No! NO!" Her body started twitching in time to the merciless thrusts. "Nooooooooooooo!" she screamed as her body spasmed hard around her rapist. She looked dazed at the sensations. "Mother fucker, she's tight!" Skull yelled, and drove through the girl's first vaginal orgasm. He leaned down and kissed her mouth. Sissy kissed him back, arms coming up around his neck. Then her eyes widened in realization. "No!" she said again and tried to push him from her, making him laugh at her feeble attempt. He began to speed up, and her white-knuckled hands clenched on his arms. Robbie's hands sped up as well. In his frenzied mind it was him on top of his sister. She was surrendering to him... He couldn't believe the feelings his little dick was giving him. Instead of 'No', his sister was saying 'Oh' every time Skull pushed into her. He was doing her fast now, and she was getting louder. Several times she came, screaming in shame/rage/ecstasy before Skull growled, and yelled "Take it!" as he sprayed his sperm inside her. In the air duct in the ceiling, Robbie bit his lips for silence as his prick shot a trickle of white against the metal wall next to him. It was the first time he'd ever come. Skull slipped out of her, but not before licking and kissing her engorged nipples as she lay there quivering. "Fuck her, Bear," he said. "Then all the rest of you, too. I wanna get a taste of Mama." He rolled over to the older woman. "Can I fuck your cunt, Mommy?" he begged playfully in a high voice. "All the other boys get to, so can I pleeeeeeeeease?" He laughed, and pulled her upright, so she could lick off her daughter's blood and juices from his cock, and get him hard again before he started plowing her. He kept taunting her, calling her mommy and talking dirty to her in a boy's voice. He kneeled between her legs and made her stuff his big prick insider her. "Ooo, Mommy! Your cunny's so wet," he teased. "I bet you want me to fuck you bad, don't you?" "Yes," she gasped in something that might have been lust, and arched her back to take him. "Then I wanna see you french your daughter," he snapped coldly, pushing her head towards Sissy. "Lick her tongue, 'Mommy'. Kiss her dirty." The two women began to wrestle tongues while the thugs fucked them. Robbie's cock twitched again, and he pinched it softly. He wanted to feel that sensation again. But when his eyes wandered around the room below him, he saw a pile of clothes lying on the floor, and near it, the vicious gun he'd seen earlier today. He remembered his daddy standing on the front porch with his loaded shotgun. Daddy told the strangers to go away, they had no food to spare. He saw again the flash, as one of the brigands leaned from around the corner of the house, and shot him from behind with the big pistol. He knew he had to get out of there. Sooner or later he'd make a sound and one of their guns would kill him, too. They were all through the house, so he didn't go back to the attic. At the 'T' junction of vents, he turned the other way, crawling across the length of the house. Near the back porch was the main outside vent of the air system. He could look out of it and see his backyard. It looked so normal he almost started to cry. Tears did start falling when Robbie saw his dog in a pool of blood, near the back gate, but the boy made no sound. He unsnapped the lower latches and waited until the light began to fade. Before dark, he slipped out of the vent, and carefully moved to the big shade tree on the south side of the house. The tree was almost 5 foot away from the edge of the roof, and none of the larger branches hung over. He had only one chance, and it was do or die. He had to risk the jump before nightfall or he wouldn't be able to see well enough to judge the gap. He screwed up his courage and made a desperate leap over the yawning space to the tree. He grasped the bole of the tree with barely a rustle of leaves and clung to the it, waiting for night. Robbie tried to ignore the cries of his family. The sounds of tears, spanking, and of sex. He hated himself for enjoying what he'd seen, and for wanting to do it again. He shook in fear and shock in the tree for a long time after dark. The house was mostly quiet before he could make himself slip down of the tree. He snuck out of his yard, and ran for the woods. He headed straight for Indian Cavern. All the kids of the town were forbidden to explore in the cave, and it was posted with all kinds of warnings. Robbie hoped that no one would look for him there. He hoped he'd be safe. To be Continued. ----------=========================+++++=========================---------- ... This note comes from: The MultiVersal Dreams BBS @ (209) 754-5851 ... -----======= WWIV 4.24a via the PPP Project Software =======----- -----===== Node @172.FILEnet =====----- -----===+===----- From smcclure@goldrush.com Tue May 20 13:52:18 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!howland.erols.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!newsfeed.dacom.co.kr!news.pbi.net!news.goldrush.com!usenet From: smcclure@goldrush.com (eileen_stone) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Darkside: United States of Anarchy 02 (masterbation & more) Date: Tue, 20 May 97 13:52:18 (PDT) Organization: The MultiVersal Dreams BBS * @172.FILEnet * 209-754-5851 Lines: 342 Message-ID: <33820f04-smcclure@goldrush.com> Reply-To: smcclure@goldrush.com (eileen_stone) NNTP-Posting-Host: ac-020.goldrush.com Version: WWIV PPP Project v1.5 Beta-27 DARKSIDE: The United States of Anarchy; "Indian Cavern." [Disclaimer: This text is intended for adult audiences, if you are not of age to view it, be somewhere else. This series of stories explores the darker aspects of the human experience, if that might offend you, then you were warned, and it isn't my problem. -- KTM] Anything can happen in the Multiverse. Even a world that is much like ours, but which somehow... isn't. A world that is a magnet for the blackness in the dreams and souls of humankind. A world known as: The Darkside. The World's economic system depends on a delicate interlocking system of mutual trust and financial debt. When those bonds shattered, the governments and monetary institutions crumbled. Even the most idealistic civil servants left their jobs when their families were gripped with hunger. The Survivors of the Chaos would come to call their nation the United States of Anarchy. Chapter 2. "Indian Cavern." -- by KTM. Robbie had been spotted. He'd left the caves to go into town yesterday to scrounge some food, and had come back at a run. He heard men yelling after him, telling him to stop, but by cutting through the shortcuts all the town kids knew, he got to the caves before them. He hugged the back wall of the area he'd explored, and listened to echoes of voices at the mouth of the cave. Robbie prayed they wouldn't come in, but his stomach when he saw the flashlights beginning to shine inside the first chamber of the cave. He heard them tearing the boards away from the entrance. They couldn't squeeze through the place where the planks gapped like he could. "You'd better come out here, kid," a gruff voice shouted to him. Robbie identified it as Bear's voice. "If we have to come in and get you, we'll kill ya!" Robbie didn't answer, but instead he started feeling his way back as quick as he could to the inky shadows where he hadn't explored yet. He didn't dare use the electric lantern he'd found in the cave, that was tied to his belt. He would just have to feel for a way to escape. A shiver ran through him. He thought of the many stories told about the caves. The ghost stories, and tales of how the first white explorers had found an Indian's skeleton, stretched out in the act of trying to leave the caves. The cavern was the favorite subject of local campfire creep stories. There was a whole century of speculation about what exactly 'did in' the dead Indian passed down from one generation to the next. His heart pounded in his chest as the light level behind him got brighter. They were inside the caves now. His hands found a low, small tunnel that seemed to go back some way. As he hesitated, he heard footsteps on the loose rocks in the middle of the outer chamber. Robbie turned and quickly crawled into the tube. Lights flashed past the entrance of his tunnel as he scrambled to get even deeper. "Hear that?" Bear said. "Little bugger's nearby. Find him!" The lights kept playing around, until one shot in Robbie's tube, outlining him against the rocky walls. "There he is," Red said. "It's a real small hole, though. Can't I just shoot him and we can leave? They say things about this place that I don't like." Bear rumbled, then said, "Naw, go in there and drag him out. You're small enough to go after him." The boy kept pushing into the tube, listening to the teen curse several body lengths behind him. The ground gave slightly under his small hand, and it stayed sunken in. Robbie froze for a minute, until he felt Red reach to touch the heel of his sneaker with his outstretched fingertips. Robbie moaned. "Damn!" Red said, "Can't quite grab him!" Robbie lurched forward, desperately trying to scramble beyond the soft spot, and banged his head on the rocks that closed off the tube. He was left with his whole weight on the weak floor, and unable to retreat. "No!" he cried as the floor crumbled from under him. He fell for what seemed like forever, flailing as he tried to grab something. Robbie landed with the sound of a wet stick breaking and a searing stab of agony in his leg. "Mother puss-bucket!" Red shouted, praying, for he was just short of the dark hole that had swallowed up the boy. He inched closer, peering down along his flashlight beam. It spotlighted the still form of the boy at the bottom, one leg bent at mid-shin. "He's a goner, Bear," he called back. "He fell down real deep and he's all busted up. Go ahead and pull me back." "You sure he can't get out?" Bear said to him. "Just as sure that I can't go get him," Red answered. "Trust me, he'll be dead real soon, if he ain't already." Robbie was inclined to believe him. Things looked bad. He'd played dead while Red checked on him, and passed out for a while after the lights and voices faded. He pulled the lamp from his belt and pumped the handle for as long as he could. When he turned it on, he could see that he was in a big cave, so big the ceiling was dim to his faint light. The hole he fell through was just a shadow to his eyes. There was smaller chamber attached to this one, just a niche in comparison, and he could hear water trickling in there. It took a long time before he was thirsty enough to try, and even longer for him to finally make it to smaller space. He wet his mouth with the mineral laden trickle. The lamp had stopped working, or he wasn't pumping it enough for it to activate, he couldn't tell. He wasn't even sure he cared anymore. At least it was warm here. There was a soft heat pouring from the back of the smaller cavern. He was starting to feel sleepy... <Boy,> said a distant voice. <Awaken.> "Leave me alone," Robbie said. "I just want to sleep." <Will you sleep your last, Boy?> the soft voice persisted. <I can support you for a time. Open your eyes, and then listen to me.> The boy looked around. In the back of the niche, about twelve long feet away, was a cluster of crystals bigger than he was. It glowed with a soft amber light. Dimly within it, he could see a black Rod, like a softball bat with big nobs on the heavy end. The weapon was over four feet long, and it radiated a feeling of power and menace. <Take me up, Boy,> the voice whispered to him. <You can just reach in and draw me forth. Untold power and majesty will be yours if you do.> "I'm not King Arthur," Robbie giggled, a little deliriously. "I can't pull the Rod from the stones." <And I'm not 'Excalibur', but nonetheless, I can make you a king.> "I wouldn't have a kingdom. This is America; no kings." <No Government either, but with me you can make a kingdom, and have whatever else that you want. What dark desires lie in your heart, Boy? Tell them to me, and if you've the strength, I can make them come true.> Robbie thought of himself, a boy short for his young age as a king, trying to hold up the dark Rod, and shook his head, rejecting the ridiculous image. "It won't work," he said. "I'm too little." <Ah, but what if you were grown?> the voice asked. In the boy's head another image formed, of himself, but older. In his mid twenties, tall, muscular, and chiseled; his build was good enough to make a superhero jealous. He had a shock of thick black hair and piercing black eyes. He carried the Rod effortlessly, and under his blue jeans, his crotch had a bulge to match his heroic proportions. <I can make this happen, and give you that body if you just take me in your hand.> As Robbie reached out in a haze his leg shifted, and a stab of ripping pain stopped him. "Ow!" he cried out. "If you're so powerful why don't you heal me first? Then I'll pick you up." <It doesn't work that way. You have to touch me before I can work any changes on you. You have to choose me.> "But it's too hard to move," Robbie complained. "Can't you do something to help?" <If you don't get over here, you will die. Soon. If worldly wealth and power or even physical prowess are not enough to induce you to move, what will? Not even the threat of your imminent death seems insufficient. What will make you fight your pain and grasp your destiny?> "Wait a minute," the boy said. "Why are you in there? Why aren't you giving someone else the power if you're so great?" <I can only bestow the power on the being who touches me with the intent to take it. Those were the rules Raven and Coyote made when they banished me here long ago. They didn't like the influence I was having on their people. You are the first since that time to make it this far. You aren't much, but you are all I have to work with.> "Raven and who?," Robbie said. "And gee, thanks so much." <What makes your passions great? What makes you angry?> "I guess the brigands do," Robbie said. "They killed my dog. They shot my dad, and they... hurt my mom and sister. I wish I could just... break them in half!" <You can, you know. That wish can come true. Let me show you. Only your imagination can limit the power.> In his mind the boy saw his man-self confronting the brigands, with the Rod in hand. Bullets bounced off him, and knives were useless. The big man Bear charged the image, and his older self's free hand plunged into the thug's chest and with a spray of blood, ripped the still beating heart out and crushed it. Red yelled defiantly at him, so the Dark man pulled back the Rod like a ball bat and swung. The teen's head went flying off, trailing gore. Next was Skull's turn. Robbie's dream self pointed a finger at him and the gaunt man burst into flames, reducing him to a standing skeleton before crumbling into a pile of ash. The hairy man Wolf turned into his name sake, and fled. The rest of the brigands either ran away, or kneeled in obeisance to their new lord. The black crowned man turned, and looked over to his house. Mom and Sissy were safe on the porch, waving at him. <That would be fun, wouldn't it? Mastering your enemies, and becoming the ones that other fear? Is that reason enough for you to come? To be a warrior, one must often suffer first. Come to me, come and be strong.> "Maybe," Robbie muttered. "I'll try." He crawled some more, dragging his leg as carefully as possible. The slope of the floor changed to a steeper angle, and the bones in his broken leg rubbed at the break. Robbie turned white and gasped. He panted, lacking the energy to scream. "I can't go on," he said. "This has to be good enough." <It isn't. You have to reach in and touch me with your hand. What else is there that you desire? What was that dark want that crossed your mind during the last vision? Something about your family?> "No! Get out of my head!" Robbie moaned. "You can't look there." He grabbed his head as if he could use his hands to shut out the insistent voice. <A trace of guilt and conscious at last, Boy? But not a very strong one, I see. Let's look at that again, and if you love your life, don't fight me.> Once again his strong-self stood triumphant over his enemies in the arena of Robbie's mind, scarcely marred by their blood. No longer was he the victim of bullies like the guy in the strongman ads in comics. Now it was he who inspired others to run away, to fawn on him for favor. It was a great feeling, but it wasn't enough... Robbie snapped his eyes open. He knew what it wanted. Knew what the last stain was on his soul, the one that at would make him surrender. For as long as he could, the boy fought the vision's insistent call, but he couldn't fight his own urges as well. With a sigh, he gave in and let his eyes close once more. ...Victorious, the Dark man turned again and looked toward his house. Sissy and Mom stood naked on the porch, smiling and waving to their rescuer. In the vision his pants swelled with a hard-on that would make men cry and women swoon. It was as super- human as the rest of him, and he wanted to use it on them. He could pretend that the girl wasn't his sister, or the woman his mother. They wouldn't know, the Dark man didn't look anything like little Robbie Black. He walked to the house, leaving the brigands behind him. But this time they would not be the ones to despoil his home, it would be him. He remembered all the little petty annoyances of family life. His sister "borrowing" his radio without permission and lying about it. His mom grounding him for breaking a window, when it was Kenny that did it, he could get even with them now. He could do to them what the bad men had done, what they had seemed to enjoy so much... <Oh, such a dark desire. That was quite a thing to see, wasn't it? So strange, and so exiting. Do you remember how you felt when you came with your little cock? I can promise you that the pleasure will be magnified with the size of your dick. If you want to fuck like a man, little Boy, get over here, and touch me.> Robbie gritted his teeth, and crawled over to the crystals. It was three foot away, but he moaned, and got that distance down to one foot. He reached out, and touched the crystals. They tingled to his fingers, and with an extra pressure, like pushing into clear jello, his hand passed through them. He reached for the still black Rod, and missed! Bare inches separated him from his goal, but it was still too far. It was just too much for the boy, Robbie collapsed from his strained position and started crying. He cried until he couldn't anymore, then lay there, feeling his tear tracks dry on his face. The smell of the dust he lay in tickled his nose, but he was too tired to care. It was very quiet in the cave, except the erratic drip of water, from what seemed like miles behind him. <Boy, it had better be soon. Try again! Try harder!> The voice was louder, it snapped at him, galvanizing him with it's tone alone. He grabbed a chunk of crystal, and pulled hard, screaming as he jostled his leg. His chest was pressed against the cluster of crystals. Now, all he had to do was reach out. But after all his pain and effort, something he couldn't fathom made him hesitate. <Take me up, Boy,> it said softly. <And all that I promised will be yours. Boss of your town, Master of your state, King of America, Emperor of the World! Fuck anyone you want, even your mother and your sister, I don't care. You just have to choose.> "Forgive me," Robbie whispered to that unknown impulse, and he reached out and grasped the Rod. Fire arced through him. The crystals turned to molten glass, and crawled up his arm like a living thing, burning his flesh. The Rod fought the Wards, and tried to heal his leg at the same time. It raised itself up, his hand still firmly grasping it, and smashed down on the crystals, extinguishing the fire. Abruptly his arm and leg felt better. Then a stinging, enveloping feeling covered his whole body, forcing his eyes shut as the world blurred. His heart was pounding in his chest, but it was much stronger than he ever remembered it. He stood up easily, nude and magnificent in the suddenly smaller chamber that was now lit up by the Rod. Raising his handsome head, he could see the small hole in the ceiling that he'd fallen through to get in here. "I want to see myself," he said, and was startled by the deep, rich tone of his voice. A field shot from the Rod, and it mirrorized. He saw in the reflective surface the man-self from the visions. His hand roamed over the body, and confirmed to him what he saw. Especially his cock! He let go of the Rod and it floated before him. A far cry from the little dick he'd just had, this massive piece of meat looked bigger flaccid than Skull did erect. He rubbed his hands over it, stroking it, pulling on it. "Show me my memories," he commanded, "what I saw through the vent in Mom's room." One last time he heard the voice, <The Rod is a part of you now, like your eyes or your hands. You don't need to speak to it, anymore than you need to tell your hand to bring a spoonful of food to your mouth. Just imagine what you want to do, and *you* can do it.> The surface rippled, and he could see once again his sister and mother, thrown on the big bed and ravished by human trash. The scene was just as riveting to him as it was before, and it had the same effect on him. His new male appendage swelled, turning red and then purplish with the engorgement. It stood rigidly of it's own accord, sticking straight out from his hard body, bobbing gently to his pounding heart beat. He cupped his scrotum, feeling the heavy balls move in them, brushing over the light coating of short dark hairs on them. He ran his fingers through the heavier growth above his cock, and then began to pay homage to the star of this show. It took a hand as big as the one he had now to wrap around the shaft. The size didn't quite compare to the ebon artifact in front of him, and the purple head was shy of being as big as his closed fist. Still, he was very pleased with his new tool. He gripped it below the head, slowly pulling back the loose skin, to reveal the head fully. With his other hand he rubbed over the tip, spreading the thin lubricating fluid around liberally. He pushed his hand forward just as slowly, and made a small noise of pleasure at the minor stimulation that the first stroke provided. With his eyes locked on the sordid scene, he stroked himself leisurely. When his mother surrendered to the over- stimulation, he sped up his pumping. Then he watched once more as Skull fucked his sister, timing him strokes to the gaunt man's thrusts again. His sister succumbed to the forced orgasm, and he went faster still. Finally as Skull came, the Dark man also shouted "Take it!", spraying the image with gobs of white. It made the surface ripple, like raindrops onto pools of water, dissolving the pictures into chaos, that resolved into his own reflection once more. "I'm not Robbie anymore," he said, a little breathless. "My name is Robert, Robert Black. And the whole world is going to pay for fucking up my life!" It was time to go, he took hold of the Rod again. He had to extract an installment on the enormous debt the universe owed him, and which he now had the means to collect. To be Continued... ----------=========================+++++=========================---------- ... This note comes from: The MultiVersal Dreams BBS @ (209) 754-5851 ... -----======= WWIV 4.24a via the PPP Project Software =======----- -----===== Node @172.FILEnet =====----- -----===+===----- From smcclure@goldrush.com Tue May 20 13:52:20 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!newsxfer3.itd.umich.edu!su-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!news.pbi.net!news.goldrush.com!usenet From: smcclure@goldrush.com (eileen_stone) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Darkside: United States of Anarchy 03 (Incest) Date: Tue, 20 May 97 13:52:20 (PDT) Organization: The MultiVersal Dreams BBS * @172.FILEnet * 209-754-5851 Lines: 434 Message-ID: <33820f06-smcclure@goldrush.com> Reply-To: smcclure@goldrush.com (eileen_stone) NNTP-Posting-Host: ac-020.goldrush.com Version: WWIV PPP Project v1.5 Beta-27 DARKSIDE: The United States of Anarchy; "Robert's Revenge." [Disclaimer: This text is intended for adult audiences, if you are not of age to view it, be somewhere else. This series of stories explores the darker aspects of the human experience, if that might offend you, then you were warned, and it isn't my problem. -- KTM] Anything can happen in the Multiverse. Even a world that is much like ours, but which somehow... isn't. A world that is a magnet for the blackness in the dreams and souls of humankind. A world known as: The Darkside. The World's economic system depends on a delicate interlocking system of mutual trust and financial debt. When those bonds shattered, the governments and monetary institutions crumbled. Even the most idealistic civil servants left their jobs when their families were gripped with hunger. The Survivors of the Chaos would come to call their nation the United States of Anarchy. Chapter 3. "Robert's Revenge." -- by KTM. Deep in the bowels of the Indian Cavern, Robert Black looked up, taking the ebony Rod in hand, and disappeared in a swirl of darkness. He re-appeared in his front yard, surprising three members of the gang who were sitting on the wide porch. They jumped up, one of them drawing a gun and shooting at the naked intruder. The bullets bounced off Robert's bare chest, and he stopped to smile briefly at the success of his invulnerability trick. With a wave of his hand, he made them fall unconscious. He stepped up on the porch and picked up the gun, crushing it in his hand. Two more men came out the front door to check on the source of the gunfire, and they fell down as well. They didn't even have a chance to gawk at the nude Adonis standing in front of the door. Robert waved the Rod over them, to ensure they would not awaken until he decided. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He was standing right where his father had, the day he'd died. He whirled like a cat, and fired a bolt of midnight energy at the brigand named Bear, who was leaning around the corner with his pistol just like he had last time. A hole appeared in the heavy man's chest that Robbie could have thrown a softball through. With a hoarse gurgle, Bear dropped. Glass shattered as gun muzzles were thrust through the front windows on either side of the door, firing bullets continuously at Robert, which missed. Most of them hit a barrier shield around the Dark man, and fell softly to the porch. He crossed his arms and waited out the first hail of bullets, then opened the front door, and stepped inside. The men on either side of the door turned and fired at him. The projectiles passed through him, and their gunfire riddled each other instead. Both of them slid down in pools of blood. Another thug sitting on the living room couch caught his eye. He seemed to be torn between fleeing the room, and reaching for the gun just out of his reach. With a thought from Robert, the brigand lapsed into the quiet coma the men on the porch enjoyed. Three of the unwashed men stepped into the living room from the broad main Hall. They carried the heaviest weapons that the gang had. One of them had a street sweeper; a vicious black little gun that auto-fired dozens of shotgun shells from a fat round clip, like one from an old time Tommy-Gun. There was a fully converted AK-47, and Mr. Black's pump action shotgun. The roar of their gunfire echoes loudly in the old house, and Robert scowled. With a brusque gesture, he made the bullets flying at him turn in midair without losing any of their velocity, and slammed back into the would-be assassins. They fell dead, and Robert crumpled all the guns in the room into abstract paperweights. He reached out with his mind, and located the others. He spotted three of them running in the backyard, heading for the gate. They were nearly at the spot where his dog Sammy had been killed. They fell while running, slipping into a coma that not even the act of skidding to a halt on their faces could disturb. Robert walked past the bloody corpses at the entrance of the Hall, and went to his mother's bedroom. Skull stood there, holding a gun to Sissy's head, with his other fist wrapped in her lank auburn hair. "Get out of here, you scuz," the gang leader hissed, "or I'll blow her brains out!" Sissy was sobbing, and her mother was lying unconscious on the floor. "No you won't," Robert said quietly. The pistol flew out of the leader's hands and into his own. He crushed it easily. Skull felt himself let go of the girl's hair without his volition, and step in front of the naked man. He was powerless to fight the compulsion. "Why did you come here?" Robert asked. "It was Red," Skull said woodenly. "He said there would be food and females here. We just hadda kill the man and the kid. It sounded like a good deal to me, so we came here, and it was just like he said, until you came. A spark of realization lit the black eyes of the big man, but he focused back on the victim before him. Skull had changed his life, and Robert meant to remember him for it. He laid the Rod along one side of the lean man's chin, and his hand along the other: Black fire roared over the brigand's body, consuming it totally. All but the now fleshless skull that Robert now held. It was an interesting souvenir, but for now he dropped it to the floor. Sissy was sitting besides her mom's still form, trying to bring her around. She hadn't really watched what the Dark man had done to her tormentor, but she looked up at him in fear. Robert gazed at her naked body for a moment, his cock hardening in anticipation. Her eyes widened at the huge penis, but then flicked to the side, at a bit of movement behind him. The hairy man named Wolf had crouched in the closet, watching his boss's incineration. Now he crept up with a big hunting knife, and jabbed it deep in the side of the enemy. Robert gasped at the brief surge of pain, but then frowned as he willed his body to expel the blade and to heal itself. Wolf snarled as he fought to jam the knife in deeper, but Robert turned, clenching his free hand over the brigand's sinewy wrist. He made Wolf let go, as the blade pushed out and clattered to the floor. He hesitated, on the verge of killing his attacker, but then he relented and knocked him out, instead. Wolf might be useful to him later. But before he could play, there was one last worm to sniff out. Robert snagged wolf by the scruff of his biker vest, and dragged him out of the room and left him there. Then he went to the back hall and pulled down the attic stairs. "Red," his deep voice called. "Come out! Don't make me come in and get you, Rodney." The teen was too craven to answer. Robert floated up to the attic, remembering so well just days ago, when their positions had been reversed. He found the scared teenager, huddled in the corner in a puddle of his own urine. Robert took his arm and pulled the incoherent and flailing kid to the hall below. "Why'd you do it, Rodney?" Robert asked. "You live in this town. Why'd you wind up with this scum?" He slapped Red, to silence his blubbering. Tears started flowing down Red's face, but he started talking, "They were so strong and cool! They said I could be too. I just had ta point 'em at good targets, that's all. And they said I could join in with them. "Why'd you pick the Blacks?" Robert insisted, needing to know, but somehow already knowing. "What did they ever do to you?" "Mr. Black was the manager of Halden's Grocery, where I used to work," Red said. "His little brat saw me snitching stuff from the store, and tattled to his daddy. I really needed that job, the bastard didn't have to fire me like that. I hated the little runt, too. I'm glad they chased him into the cave to die." White hot rage exploded through Robert. All this pain had been for that! Without thinking he reached down and rended the boy apart with his bare hands, silencing his piercing screams. Soon he was quiet. As quiet as his dog Sammy was, or Robert's dad. Robert was splattered with gore. With a sweeping gesture, he was clean, and the bodies were buried. The house was repaired with the skull as a new decoration for the mantlepiece. Lastly the ten coma victims were laid out on the side porch, the house was quiet once more. He went back to the bedroom. His mom was awake, and she was clutching Sissy's hands as they waited in dread for what would happen now. Their hair hung limply, and the looked unkempt as sloppy from constant use. "Let me clean you," Robert said. With a wave of his hand, they were washed, but he left them nude. "Who are you?" his mom asked. "What do you want from us?" "My name is Robert, he said. He let his desire show, and it hit them like a physical wave. "And what I want is a little... gratitude from you." He put the Rod down on the dresser, and stood before them. They watches his massive cock come to twitching attention at their gaze. Mom was trying to fight the mild compulsion, but Sissy seemed fascinated with the pulsing cock-meat before her. Both women had been constantly subjected to sexual stimulation since their home was invaded. Robert wasn't quite coercing them with his newfound powers, but he was wanted to seduce him, and his desire was influencing them. "What are you waiting for?" Mom said, bitterly. "Why don't you just rape us?" "Because I don't have to," the Dark man said. "You know that I could, I took out the whole gang with little effort." He reached out and caressed the auburn hair of his sister. He let his hand drift down to the side of her face, to the hollow of her neck, and then give a good squeeze of her full young breasts. She was startled at his casual boldness. She shot a guilty glance at her mother, but then leaned into his warm hand. The strange man wasn't hurting or degrading her, and there was something fascinating about him that she couldn't define. Sissy looked at his face. He was handsome in a familiar way. Sort of like her father crossed with Tom Cruise, but built to Arnold's scale. He didn't look angry or cruel like the brigands, but she could feel the hot desire that showed in his dark eyes. Her eyes dropped to his ready cock. There was a glistening drop of pre-cum at the tip, and she swallowed hard, unsure if she should resist the desire to taste it. She leaned forward, wetting her lips. "Susan!" her mother said, grabbing her arm, but the girl didn't care. She laid a soft kiss on his cockhead, touching her tongue to it. His hand came down to gently stroke her face. Susan trembled, his gentleness effecting her in unexpected ways. It was so arousing in comparison to the brutal, painful treatment given her by the invaders. She went to sucking on his cock with a will, revelling in the feelings it gave her, and somehow knowing in her bones that this man would never harm her. Maggie Black looked in amazement at her daughter's actions. He wasn't forcing her at all, and her daughter was blowing him with amateur gusto. Her eyes met his, and they were warm and hungry. Her groin began to wet at the look, and should begin to understand the way her daughter was acting, and her evident arousal. "Come on, Mo-... Maggie," he said softly, reaching with his other hand to stroke the older woman's cheek. Tears gleamed in her eyes as the sudden realization came to her that the Dark man would never allow them to be harmed. With him, they would be safe in an uncertain and dangerous world. He hugged her to his side, and she cried softly against him. A smile of irony crossed his face, but he held her tight, and patted her hair. "It's alright," he said, "you'll be safe now, with me." Susan moaned, squirming. The feelings she got sucking this big cock were making her feel so hot. The smell of her desire reached the other two. Maggie knew that if she wanted, he would let her pull away, but she wasn't sure she wanted to. This was the man who had punished her husband's killers. She'd seen them kill Dennis, and they'd bragged they'd drove her son Robbie to his death. A few weeks ago she wouldn't have done it. But a few weeks ago, the dollars appeared strong, and law enforcement officers still tried to fulfill their duty to 'serve and protect'. She'd heard that the country had slipped into chaos, but she hadn't really believe it, until faced with the proof. If they wanted to be safe, they needed a strong protector, and no one seemed stronger than this man Robert. She needed a last assurance. "Will you ever leave us alone?" she asked. "Not as long as I live," he said. "I swear it. The two of you are mine, forever." Susan hummed her approval on his cock. That raised more questions in Maggie's mind than it answered. "But, why?" she said, puzzled. "Because I don't want to share you," he said with a lecherous grin. "You'll have my children from now on." "Children? Oh, god," said Maggie, "Susan. What if she's already...?" Her eyes reflected a mixture of disgust and worry. Robert dropped his hands, laying his palms on their bellies. He could sense the sperm of the brigands inside them, and destroyed it all. He sought to know if they were pregnant, and found his answer. "Neither of you are pregnant... yet," he said. He thought of something else. He knew what incest was, and had heard jokes about stupid or deformed children. He closed his eyes and wanted to know what problems they would have bearing his kids. He could see none. In fact, he was scarcely related to them anymore. His genetics had been substantially altered, making some of the various gifts he now had, things he could pass on to his offspring. He felt it was time to give Susan what she'd been working so hard for. He put both hands on her head, and pumped her face with care. He wanted him to be able to handle his load, and to her amazement, she could. It seemed sweet and heavy, like a sexual drug, so unlike the bitter seed of the scum who'd been raping her. Robert smiled at the older woman, waggling his eyebrows at her, in friendly seduction. "It's your turn, Maggie. Get on the bed." She laid down, quivering. She was surrendering her body freely to a stranger, and it was exciting. He kneeled between her spread thighs, bending down to suck in one of her nipples. He brought up a hand to gently maul her other breast, then began twisting the nipple. Susan crept behind him, and licked at his dark, hanging nuts. She gave them little kitten licks all over, and even sucked the balls into her mouth gently. Robert satisfied his desire to suck on his mother's tits, bringing up both hands to squeeze them, and leaning on her a little more, while Susan's attentions quickly made him stone hard again, and pulsing with eagerness. It turned him on that only he knew that he was brother and son to these women, or at part of him was. On top of the acts he was performing for the first time, breaking the taboo of incest gave him an extra thrill. Maggie shifted under him, his hard cock was digging painfully in her belly. "Do it now," she pleaded, pulling his head from sucking her nipple so she would see his face, and look into his dark eyes. "What do you say?" he asked with a playful smile. "Please, fuck me!" she said. "I want a real man's cock, I'm so tired of those animals in me." "It will be my pleasure, and yours, too," he said. He slipped back a little and pushed his rigid meat to an angle where he touched his tip to the swollen labia of the woman who had born him. With a hard thrust, he filled her, sliding deep inside her sopping cunt. He leaned down again, and continued to nibble on his mother's nipples as he gave her his cock in easy, powerful strokes. Maggie moaned as he pushed himself inside her. He was so very big, and so strong, too. Strong enough to continue stimulating her tits while keeping up a steady pumping movement of his big cock in her vagina. Her daughter crawled up besides them, and kissed her passionately, unable to resist the need to be involved. Robert willed that Maggie's fertility cycle would change, so that this fucking would knock her up. The mere thought that his seed would make a child grow inside his mother's womb made his skin shiver in white-hot desire. He started fucking her harder. The last time, he had just watched at they were conquered, and now it was he that was making them surrender. His mother was welcoming him into her cunt. Her hands and legs clutched at him, trying to get bring him deeper and closer. Her body was racked by strong orgasms, and she moaned his name. As her body began to comply to his will, his senses told him of a fertility problem with his mother. It was the reason why she'd tried and failed to have more kids after him, but it was something that he could fix easily enough. He wanted no difficulties with this pregnancy, so he even mitigated some of the effects of her aging. "You are going to have my baby from this," he told her. "I... I can't. Not anymore. Not after Robbie," she sobbed, her emotions bared to him. "Something was... torn inside." "I healed you, Maggie," he said. "You will have more babies now. *My* babies! I can see how you have so longed for more, and now you will have them." "Oh lord, if only that could be true," she said through hot tears. "Look at me!" he ordered, and he locked eyes with her. "You know I'm telling you the truth." If he'd thought his mother was a good fuck before, now she became a wild woman. She bit and clawed at him, urging in on with language that would make sailors uncomfortable. She goaded Robert to a more vigorous level, astonishing her daughter in the process. The big man couldn't take much more of his mother in this state. That she was so eager for his baby nearly drove him to the point of madness. He gripped her arms tight and plowed her with great intensity. He made himself last until he thought she could take it no more, then sped up to make her come once more. While Maggie was in the throes of her orgasm, he cut loose with his. Feeling him spasm inside her, knowing what would result of it was too much for her. She screamed in fulfillment, and slumped suddenly under him. He withdrew from her, and scanned her with his powers. Maggie was fine. She was just overcome with her passion. Susan looked with fear and wonder at the dark energy enveloping his hand as he ran it over her mother. It felt... dangerous. Those black eyes turned to her, and she shivered; half in fear, half in a strange desire. "She's fine," he said gently. "It was all a little much for her." His expression turned passionate, "It's your turn now, isn't it little one?" "Yes, sir," she said in a school-girl's voice. She desperately wanted to have the fucking her mother had just gotten. She leaned back on the bed, and held out her arms for him. He came and pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She was falling in love with him, and felt safe with him. While Robert was kissing her on her face, her mouth, her neck and firm breasts, part of him was thinking that only he had such wonderful gifts. It was a shame he was the only one with them. He remembered those sly words, 'Only your imagination limits me', and grinned suddenly. He could give others powers, and he was going to do it. He started sucking Sissy's nipples, enjoying her hands gripping his hair. He sent his power out across the world, seeking what potential lay in the human race for extra-ordinary gifts. To his surprise, there was a lot. Whole family clans had some strong active talents that he didn't immediately understand. They used a power that he'd never heard of, but he could exponentially increase the amount of it, and their use of it. He'd find out what that was all about some other time. A small percentage of people had minor, but active psychic gifts, like the girl who shuddered in his arms. He reached down to play with her clit as he looked deeper. Susan seemed to a kind of empath, which seemed to go a long way to explain her reactions to his lusts. Many people had small latencies for psionics, and he could open the flood gates that would enable more people to utilize their mind's full potential. She squirmed at the stimulation of her clit, panting with need, and began chewing on his ears. What surprised him the most was that more than 60 percent of the planet's population had a potential for what some would call superpowers, or Lamarkian mutations, but for the most of them were deeply latent. He closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment. By the time he rocked back and began entering his sister's young cunt, he was ready to change the world. As he pushed into her, making her moan as he stretched her more than anyone ever had, he sent a pulse that would bring those with highly latent powers to the surface. Many would find out about those powers in the near future, and more would activate as they hit puberty. In the next generation, even more would have them. This pulse gave a kickstart to those psionic gifts, too, making the average psychic far stronger. Even those active clans would be effected, both from the new availability of their energy, and in their enhanced ability to use it. Susan looked up at him curiously as he did it, having felt the thrumming pulse of energy flow through her. Robert wasn't worried about getting his sister pregnant right away, he knew that it would happen soon enough, and she was young yet. He did start to focus far more on what he was doing, in order to make sure that she would have the most fantastic sexual experience she'd ever had. Her empathy surged to full strength, and he allowed their intimate connection to forge a small bond between them. Her eyes widened as she identified the familiarity of the man busily thrusting his massive cock inside of her. "Robbie?" she said incredulously. It couldn't be true. This Dark God of a man just couldn't be her bratty little brother! He raised a finger to his wide lips. "Shhhhh, Sissy," he said with a wicked grin. "You don't want mommy to know her only son just knocked her up, do you?" He lowered the admonishing finger to flick her swollen nipple. She pushed on his chest futilely. "You! You're awful, get off me!" She was upset, but only half struggling with him. "Aren't I just?" he chuckled. "And I'm not going to stop fucking you, Sis. That link of yours is two-way, and I can see that you're just as turned on as I am about this. Aren't you?" He started thrusting his cock even harder, making her cunt spasm violently around it. "Oh god, Robbie," she said. "How in the world...? Oh, don't stop. Keep fucking me!" Her fingers dug into his muscular arms. He kissed her deeply and she responded with no reservations. "I guess you could say that I sold my soul," he said. "It's the only thing worth selling these days, and it sure seems like I got a hell of a deal." He smiled at his unintentional pun. "What do you say that I finish giving you the fucking of your life?" "Yes! Oh, Robert, do me." Susan couldn't wait to see to what heights that he was going to take her. He bore down to pump her hard and fast, thinking his intense lust at her, and seeing her respond in return. The empathic link to him made Susan almost as passionate as their mother's craving for children had made her. She was such a different woman, but he enjoyed her body as much as he had Maggie's. He brought her to a fantastic climax, and roared his completion in turn. He held her tight afterwards, as she continued to shudder for some time. It wasn't long before she stirred and asked for more. Robert was happy to oblige her, for he'd just sensed the conception of his first child. He smiled, he could get to enjoy this kind of life. To be Continued... ----------=========================+++++=========================---------- ... 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