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A Clockwork Green Ch. 03

"Look at how pretty they are when they sleep," he says. ''Oh we're going to have soooo much fun!!"

Heimdahl shuffles from the door to a table in the corner. Levers are pulled, dials twisted, and the chairs hiss and buck as they slide across the floor. Charlotte murmurs as her chair comes to a less than gentle stop. He ambles over to her first, unstrapping one of her legs and lifting her foot.

"Soo lovely," he murmurs, as he wraps his lips around her big toe. He moans gleefully, slurps loudly, as he opens wider and caresses all five toes with his tongue. "Sooo lovely." With a look pregnant with expectation and impending bliss, he finishes unstrapping her and lifts her limp frame over his shoulder. A wheelchair waits nearby, and he gently sets her down in it.

"Soo lovely," he says, as he carts her out of the room.

***

He returns 15 minutes later with the wheelchair empty. He hums a happy little tune as he unstraps one arm and wrist, and then the other. He unstraps one leg and ankle, and then pauses. Come on, asshole. I just need one opening...

He lifts my left arm up, and lets go. It drops back down beside me like a stone. Feels like a stone too. Gods, I'm exhausted. He picks it back up, cradling it at the wrist. One of his hands shoots up and he snaps his fingers twice an inch from my face. Even if I had the spare energy to flinch, I wouldn't have fallen for that.

"Maybe just a peek..." He tugs at my wrist, and I can feel the suppression glove slide away. Here it is... the opening I need... time to do...something!! "Ooooh, look at these," he says. Oh gods, is he gonna...

Yup. They're in his mouth. Oh gods, he's... Augh! ...come on, Mack! This is it! This is your shot!!

I've got less than nothing...

Get it together, Mack!! He's gonna do unspeakable things to you! To your mind! To your body!!

...

To Charlotte!!

I yank my hand out of his mouth. I can barely get one eye open to see him. He desperately grabs for my wrist, but it's slippery and wet. Slippery keeps my hand free, but it also stops me from being able to snap! Slip... Come on! Slip... Come on!

Snap!

Two tiny but exceedingly bright sparks ignite mils in front of Heimdahl's eyes, and he shrieks in pain and rage.

"My eyes!!" His hands belatedly cover his ruined sockets. "What have you done?". It's the weakest ability I have, and I've gotta be really close to do it, but he's almost certainly blind. It took just about everything I had left... "You bitch! You stupid, stupid bitch!!" His hands roam down his body, fumbling through his coat pockets. What could he...

That fucking remote!!

I try to swat his hands, but he's just out of reach! I nearly tumble over before i remember one of my legs is still bound!! I claw at the leg restraint, one hand still in a suppression glove, but it's hopeless... I slide off the chair, leg twisted but still strapped in, just as he gets the remote out of his pocket, but it's upside down and backwards. I swat once, twice, three times, whiffing it by inches. His fingers fumble awkwardly without the power of sight, and when he leans over to put it uselessly closer to his face, he inadvertently brings it closer to me. I rear back and put everything I have into one final swing and...

Smack!!

The remote crashes down and clatters noisily across the floor.

"You bitch!!"" Heimdahl spins to try to follow the noise, and then gives up to try to come back after me, but he gets turned around and wanders into the middle of the room. "Where are you?!?!"

It only takes me a few seconds to remove my other suppression glove, and I set it down on the chair. I nearly slip trying to reach over to my leg, still comically strapped in while I straddle the rest of the apparatus.

"I hear you, Bitch!!" Somehow, when I wasn't looking, he'd found a length of pipe and is scraping it back and forth across the floor. He shouldn't be able to hear anything over the noise the pipe is making, but... He's scanning the floor for the remote! I'm out of the chair, but I don't believe that fucking things usefulness is restricted to a couple pieces of furniture. He smacks the remote with his pipe, sending it skittering again, but now he has a bead on it. I chance a few loud steps, dive for it...

...and crush the hell out of it with an outstretched fist! There's a quick blowback of wind and a puff of smoke. Fucking thing was running on air magic! Heimdahl hears the sound, and his face screws with rage. He brings the pipe down inches from my head as I roll away. He slams it down thunderously again and again, but I've slipped back up to my feet and padded away. Part of me wants to leave him like this; impotent, lost, and taking chips out of the marble flooring. Part of me wants to kill him.

I struggle in silence to summon the strength for even the weakest kill shot, but I nearly collapse in a dizzy spell from the effort. After a minute catching my breath and listening to him rant at me, I settle for breaking his nose and laying him out. I may not be much for hand to hand, but an elderly blind man is a target even I can't miss.

I practically fall pushing open the door as I step out into the hall. The cool rush of air reminds me that I'm naked. My prick bounces back and forth from thigh to thigh as I walk. Fuck, that thing is heavy- ...a noise down the hallway puts my heart in my throat. I don't want to duck right back in where I came from, so I slip inside the next door.

Chest high countertops run a loop around a rectangular room, with two islands running in parallel down the middle. Several glass vials and beakers hover over open flames, and the fluids within them smoke and steam. I lean against a counter behind the door and listen for the noise I heard, but it's passed.

My muscles are telling me I'm spent. I haven't felt this tired since I went Holy Fire on my father's forge. I flop down on a stool and look around.

Lots of crazy science is going on around me, that's for sure. Fluids of every color roil and boil and swirl through elaborate glass piping. My eyes wander up, following tubes coming through the wall. I spin around, trying to picture what would have been on the other side of this... this room contains at least some of the machinery we were hooked up to. My eyes travel down the wall, following the pipes, to a separate counter where five glass and steel containers about the length of my forearm stand.

No way. All five are filled with a dense white fluid. There's a mirror next to me, and I stare at my reflection for a moment. "When you tell Charlotte how you saved her," I say out loud, "leave this part out." My reflection nods with me. Cum is like... half protein, right? I grab one of the bottles labeled with a large capital C (as opposed to a capital M) close my eyes, and drink.

I can't believe she filled three of these things while I only filled two. Technically, I filled her ass once while we were on assignment. "Not this much," I hear. My reflection grins wickedly at me, and I grin right back as I go for another long swig. I love the taste of her spunk. It's soooooo thick. Way thicker than mine. Like a malt. I swear she eats vanilla-flavored foods because she knows the flavor carries through.

I slug back the dregs of the bottle and fall back against a counter, dazed... and high? I've never heard of being cum-drunk, but if that is a real thing, then I am it right now. The room tilts crazily in anticipation of the leanings of my head. "Sweet foockin shite," my reflection says. Since when is my reflection from Juteland?

The room explodes with color. The infinite gradations between red and pink are not only perceptible, but are so easily apparent that I can't see how I never noticed them before. The walls pulse with vibrations. The lights in the ceiling cast such precise shadows... so impossibly precise!

I sit/fall down, depending on who you ask, onto the stool and close my eyes for a 5 count. I try to peek one open again. 10 count. Better. 15 count.

"Get on with it, Mack! Charlotte is waiting!" I glare at my reflection, but it glares right back. Eventually I relent, and it nods apologetically.

I head back into the room with the chairs with an itch to finish him off, but Heimdahl's gone. There's only one door I can see; the one I used. I'd have heard him if he stumbled out after me... which means... secret passage? Great... If this is the kind of place that hides doorknobs in bookshelves and candelabras, I'm in for a long night.

Naked, unfulfilled, and a little worried that he got away, I slip back into the hallway. The ceiling is a dizzying mess of tubes and pipes that run up, down, across, and all of the above. Some look hydraulic, or for water, but I'm thinking most are pneumatic. I take 5 steps into the hall, and another one of his crappy-ass MX-12 drones whirs out of a hole in the wall near the top. I spin and hit it in stride with a Bolt. The not-insignificant sound of it crashing to the floor gives me pause, but nothing else happens immediately. Some kind of magical trap then? Tied to the on switch for his drones? Which means they're probably set to attack whatever they find... fucking great. At least I don't hear any alarms going off, which means his traps are isolated and unconnected. Thank the gods he's cheap.

I hadn't realized how expansive Heimdahl's complex is. The creepy, quasi-religious tone of the decor puts visions of a vampire book that Charlotte... I tuck that thought away for a while and focus. Creepy, yes. Quasi-religious, yes. Somewhat shabby, yes. Despite all of that, the pipes have good seals and the machinery I can identify is running quietly. Quiet means well maintained. Quiet means deadly. At least, that's what I always told The Cap'n when he complained that my parts didn't make enough noise.

I set off a few more motion sensors as I explore, but I also waltz right past some much larger and heavier duty emplacements. Large caliber, multi-gun emplacements. They must be tied to an alarm... an alarm he can't trigger because I killed his stupid remote. Ha! Best news I sorted out for myself that I've heard all day!

I wander down at least a dozen long corridors and hallways, all empty except for the occasional defense drone. His MX-12 drones take so long to spin up that they're hardly a threat. The slightly macabre atmosphere, on the other hand, is oppressive and claustro...phobing? I long for my reflection. At least then I didn't feel so alone. After what feels like an hour, I pass two disturbingly familiar doors. The room with the chairs is still empty, but the echoes in there fill me with dread. I can't back out quick enough.

I spin around, examining the walls, and spot an elevator door ten feet from where I began that's not so much hidden as it is built into the shape of the wall in such a way as to not be obtrusive. The elevator only has one destination. I can hear voices as the door opens, but the door action is mercifully silent, so I hide inside the elevator car for a few moments.

"-shoulda seen her in action. Took out five guys from our last crew, just like that, " a man's voice says, punctuating his claim with a snap of his finger. "I managed to hold her off for a while, but then the ginger bitch finished off the drones. I was just about to start a fighting retreat when the boss got his sonic death ray or whatever going, and they dropped like the bitches they are."

"She don't look like much," replies another man, although this one speaks much slower, and with a much deeper voice. I peek around the corner. If I'm not mistaken, the first one is the guy who ran away. What a fuckin' liar. There's three more of them with him now.

"Oh, then by all means! Wake her up and let her out. I watched her cut a man from lip to dick with a flick of her wrist. See how long you last..." Everyone but the braggart, who has more product in his hair than I've used cumulatively in my entire life, takes a step back. "I didn't think so," he sneers. He looks so... so foppish, with his wavy blond hair. What is he doing in this business?

I think... yes. I want one of them alive to answer a few questions. The other three are clearly new hires, but the fancy one... he potentially knows something. I step out into the room and pad towards them. Don't turn around, don't turn around, don't turn around...

I raise my hands, index fingers extended, and snap down my thumbs. One Boomstick goes off right in between two of them, and the second takes down a third guard who'd been off by himself. The fancy one spins as his friends crumple to the ground, facing towards me just in time to turn into a blow to his stomach that knocks the wind out of him. Veins on his neck and face pop as he gasps and falls. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Charlotte stir as I kill off the ones I don't need.

"Mmm...Mmmmmackenzie?"

"I'm here, Char." She's slow getting up on her hands and knees. "Are you ok?" She groans and peeks one eye open.

"Mackenzie! Did you kill all of those men?!"

"No," I say, as I kick the fancy one. He groans lightly, still lacking the air to do much more. "Left one alive."

"And Heimdahl?"

"He got away. I think I blinded him, and I killed his stupid remote, but he's not dead." I start looking at the door to her cell as she sits up.

"Oh dear... my head is spinning. How are you even moving right now?"

"Just, uh, must've gotten some real rest after I zonked out is all." The lock looks solid, but the hinges...

She puts a hand to her head as she gets up on her knees. "Oh my! Mackenzie, you're... AAAAEEEEIIIII!" She scrambles about for a moment trying to cover herself. One of the hinges shifts from a deep red to a bright orange, and I snap it free from the door frame. "We're naked!!"

"That's a good thing, Cherry. Anyone else we come up on is gonna be dumbstruck. No time to react to two escaped prisoners if all they can focus on is the fact that we're hot."

"I am not walking around naked out there, Mackenzie. We have to find my clothes."

I kick off the lower hinge, and the door to Charlotte's cell falls. It takes some finagling to work it out of the door frame, but it makes a satisfying crash. The fancy one is still hunched over, gasping for air. I grab the hair on the back of his head and yank up. "Where. Is. Our. Shit."

He begins frantically pointing to a door in the corner before I finish, and I drop him back down. He lands with a heavy thud.

I kick the door down, but the room was empty. Charlottes quasi-uniform is folded neatly on a desk. Her sword is right beside it, but...

"Son of a bitch!"

"What is it?"

"Aww, these sons of bitches disassembled your gun to see how the reloading mechanism works. It's in a dozen pieces..."

"Well, I think the first thing to do, Mackenzie my sweet, is for you to bring me my clothes."

***

"And you are sure you can fix it?" Charlotte stared sadly down into the makeshift sack containing her disassembled shotgun.

"Yeah, all the parts are there. I've just gotta put it back together." I stare down at our bound and gagged prisoner and frown. "How are we gonna get him outta here?"

Charlotte draws herself up to her full height and comes to stand next to me. "Actually, I have an idea about that."

***

The Fop, as I've taken to calling in my head, screams as I give him a shove. The wheelchair zooms down the hallway, past an intersection with another hallway. I fused the front wheels so they don't turn, and he barrels straight away, squealing like a little girl. Well, almost straight.

As he passes the corner, I hear one of those larger gun emplacements spin up. Gods, they're like small cannons, chewing up the wall behind him. I peek my head out, and draw a bead on the biggest one. I summon a little Kite and let it fly. It zips down the hall, arcing up and into the barrel of the largest gun before I detonate it. It doesn't seem to do anything, but a half second later when it tries to fire again, the shell explodes before firing, and that starts a magnificent chain reaction I can't help but stare at.

The Fop is crying when I come up behind him. "Don't worry, asshole. Only 3 more of those to disarm, and then we're home free!"

***

"Actually," Charlotte says as we toss our first-ever prisoner into the sidecar of my motorcycle, "I think I might have something in storage that would help with him."

"I keep forgetting you used to live here."

"It's been a few years, but it should still be there. I'll swing by and pick up a few things, and I'll meet you back at the shop."

"Be careful, " I say, nervous to let her out of my sight again. She kisses me lightly on the cheek, and jumps into the little prototype car I built for her. The fancy one stirs in his seat, and I smack him once more on principle before heading back. Today sucked. It's time to start cashing in on all that bad karma...

***

I rip the cloth off his head as Charlotte walks him into our basement storage room. He whips his head back and forth, shaking his luxurious blond hair back into perfect shape too quickly. I'm so glad we grabbed the fancy looking one. That's gonna make this soooo much more fun. The glint in his eye says he found his confidence again. That's gonna make it even better!!

"Unhand me, bitch," he says, spitting furiously at her, but Charlotte deftly dodges it. She brings her knee in hard behind his, and our foppish prisoner falls forward. Her hand on his shoulder is the only thing that keeps him from falling farther. He struggles again, but she grabs a fistful of his hair and yanks his head back. Her face never betrays even the slightest frustration, just cool professionalism. Watching her manhandle him is such a joy. I walk around in front of him, just at the edge of the halo the lamp above us has lit in the middle of the room

"The carrot or the stick," I say.

"The stick," he sneers defiantly. Too quickly.

I look up at Charlotte and give her a consolatory smile. "I was gonna let you go first, but..."

She gasps and puts her free hand up over her mouth. "You can be so crude, Mackenzie!"

I grin impishly. "Put him in the spreader."

"I can't wait to see-" SMACK!!

"You will speak only when spoken to," Charlotte says coolly, no trace of her earlier shock remaining. Just dutifulness. I walk off into one of the darker corners and begin stripping down while watching her quickly and masterfully apply the leg shackles. Once his ankles are firmly bound and the bar is latched to the floor, she reaches up through his legs and yanks down on his wrist manacles, toppling him to the floor face first. He grunts and fights weakly, clearly saving his strength for a moment later when he thinks he might finally get the upper hand, but he'd been screwed for a while now.

Once his wrists are bound next to his ankles, spreading his legs low and wide, she withdraws her knife and begins cutting at his clothes. He lifts his head from the ground and begins to protest loudly again, and receives another backhanded cuffing. Charlotte seems no more ruffled by his outburst than if a fly had passed her harmlessly, and she goes back to shredding his shirt, jacket, pants, and undergarments. With a few quick tugs, she relieves him of his coverings, leaving him naked and quivering with his ass in the air in the middle of the halo.

"My name is Mack," I say as I walk into the edge of the halo fully nude, fingers tweaking my nipples, "but you will call me Mistress." He tries to arch his head up to look at me, but he can barely raise his eyes above my waist. I doubt he'd look higher if he could, though, judging by the way he locks on to my bulbous prick. His lips work soundlessly for a moment, and his eyes betray real fear for the first time. Charlotte is knelt next to him, prepared to reprimand him again if necessary, but he makes no noise. He does, however, finally start struggling against his bonds with his full strength.
"Awww, look at this," I say as I kneel down behind him. "Shaved?" I run my hand along his better-than-manicured ass cheeks, letting my palm settle over his asshole for a moment to soak up the warmth. "Not shaved... it's too smooth. You had it all removed..." Sooooo glad we grabbed the fancy one. He bucks as my hand slides farther down to wrap around his sack. My fingers slowly close around it, forcing his balls down and stretching the lowest part of his scrotum. Smooth as the day he was born... I release his balls after a moment with great reluctance. They're not what I want.

He tries to be so strong, fighting and cussing right up until the tip of my cock touches his asshole. Then all that strength is gone. He pleads and begs, rocking his hips violently to no avail as I push slightly, stretching his anus just a bit to get his attention.

He squirms and cries as I push... push... push... and break through. The spreader doesn't give him hardly any leverage to fight me off; it's merely my size and his sphincter muscles slowing me down. I go further in, and I can feel him tighten up to try to keep me out. It's too late though; I split him down the middle. He faltered, giving too much of a release, and now he's mine...

He whimpers as I slide into him up to about mid shaft. I can feel his anus squeeze my prick, desperately trying to find a way to force me out. There's no cussing now, only crying and whimpering as I slam the rest of the way into him with a heavy grunt. His hips rock against me feebly as he tries to get away, but all he's really doing is getting me harder. I can feel my cock swell inside him, stretching him painfully. Squeezing me painfully. I am not deterred. His hips gyrating about, his asshole tensing as it tightens around my 'stick' only serves to make me laugh.

More a limb than a stick.

I give his ass a solid slap, making him cry out. The ripples from the slap reverberate through his cheeks, putting a slight vibration through my cock as well. I can feel him blushing and don't need to see his face as he begins to yield ever so slightly, although I wish I could. All I can do is to grab him with both hands by the hips and make this little slut MY bitch.

More a trunk than a limb.

Forward slowly, and then back even more so. I want him to know that he's mine, and that this is going to happen regardless of his wishes. I can hear him gasp, and his pleas take on an almost terrified quality. He's beginning to realize that he likes this, and he's fearful as to what that means for his own sexuality.

I care less than none as I slam into him, harder and faster with the intent to see to my own needs. I want what I want, and whether he gets something out of this is beside the point. I want his ass. I'm going to fuck him senseless.

Faster and harder. He cries only fuel me, make me want to pump him even more. God, I wish I had something in hand right now... maybe that would motivate him even more. Watching that ass gyrate and bounce about in futility as he gets hard himself is driving me nuts, and I'm gonna make sure I take every last bit he has to give and more.

He starts to grow quiet, lost in his own pleasure as I get closer and closer to cumming. I can feel it...yes. It starts at the base of my cock, almost inside me as something snaps and begins that chain reaction that will end with him overflowing with my seed. It builds there, and I can feel my cock throb as the tip gets warm, and then hot. It buzzes as the sensation builds, and I can feel my mind give way as the only thing that matters is that release. That sweet, sweet release. It engulfs first my prick, and then my whole body in a flash as I grit my teeth and prepare for the final act.

The actual moment feels like an explosion, washing my mind and senses away; everything logical flees. I can feel each spurt bursting deep within him as I dig my nails into his sides and draw blood. My climax is nothing less than epic, and he's mine now.

My first notch on the wall. My first bitch.

His panting is heavy with his cheek ground down into the floor, but his baritone grunts get faster and faster as I wind down and park my massive, man-eating member deep in his rectum. Truant gobs of spunk race into him in fits and spurts. Several seconds later, his whole body convulses. His eyes flutter, and I see now that his cheeks are tear-stained. Charlotte, who I'd nearly forgotten was still here, is doing her level best to keep the jealousy from her even disposition.

"Alright, slut," I say as I slowly back my prick out of his ass. Cum streaks over the backs of his thighs and down his sack. His eyes flutter, but don't seem to focus. I ram my cock down inside him again hard enough to buck his restraints, and he cries out.

"W-w-w-what Mistress?!"

"That's better. I'm gonna set up shop back here for a while. Make myself nice and comfortable inside you, slut. In the meantime, new choice. The carrot or the peach?" Charlotte's eyes flick towards me and widen dramatically.

"The... the... the..." his eyes dart around fearfully. "The carrot?"

"You heard him, Charlotte. He wants the carrot." My grin is a mile wide as she flushes a deep red and rolls smoothly up on to her feet.

She removes her surcoat. The slut groans, although he's facing away from her. She unbuttons her blouse, and he groans again, louder and longer. When she starts to bends over to slide her pants down, he cries out and she stops to look back at him, and then at me with an accusatory glance.

"What?" I say, trying to hide my grin

"You know very well what, Mackenzie."

"I haven't moved an inch!"

"Maybe not voluntarily, " she says, with an arch to her eyebrow, but when she bends over to lower her pants this time, she does it much slower. The slut emits a long groan, finishing several seconds after her beautiful little feet have touched down beside the neat pile of her clothes.

She grabs several wooden planks and a stiff, round pillow. I reach over the slut, grab his hair, and lift his torso several inches off the ground while she props him up off the ground. He whines through gritted teeth through the ordeal, and whimpers softly once I set him back down. Charlotte sits down in front of him. With great hesitation, she straddles his head with her legs and leans back on her hands. I slowly back out my dick again, with just the head lingering inside him.

"Look up, slut." Groggily, he does so, and begins whimpering anew as Charlotte's rock hard erection quivers at him. "Say hello to The Carrot." He swallows hard, but says nothing. I jam my prick back into the thickest part, and he gasps.

"Hell-l-l-lo!"

"I'll admit," she says, "it's not nearly as impressive as Mackenzie's. But it suits me just fine, and it's hers whenever she wants it. Something you'd NEVER understand." She looks down at him, letting her professionalism slip for just a moment as jealousy and resentment wash over her face. She quickly regains composure though, and smiles wickedly at him. "The Carrot will, however, be very useful in teaching you your proper place; underneath Mackenzie's thumb."

"You're going to become good friends with the carrot, slut. If I hear her cry out in anything but pure unadulterated joy, or if I see so much as a wince of pain, I will take you in ways you can't even imagine. Ways far less fun for you. Do you understand me, slut?"

"Yes... yes! Yes Mistress!"

"Open," Charlotte says. "Now. Maybe you can learn a thing or two about what it means to really suck cock, little dandy..."

I nod at Charlotte, and she scoots closer to him. I back out to the head, and lean to the side just in time to see his gaped mouth waiting for her. Eyes open too! I'm sooo glad we grabbed the fancy one!!

I reach behind me and grab a black rubber plug I left there for just this moment. When I finally withdraw my cock, his asshole hangs open for several seconds. I jam the plug in somewhat short of mercifully, and hop up to my feet.

The look on his face as he swallows what I'm guessing is his first cock sends shivers down my spine. Charlotte's face is flush, her eyes heavy lidded and her lips pouty. The sluts enthusiasm for this is far better than expected. I step over her waist, and she immediately walks herself up high enough to begin slurping the remaining cum from my prick. "You require service, yes? We... must get you cleaned up properly." She makes more noise than he does, but she's had far more practice at this than he has.

I bite my lip and groan as she switches from just a cleaning to a full-on bobbing blowjob. Her cheeks are bright red, with a hint of fearfulness in her eyes as she really gets after it!

"Hey," I say gently, as I reach down to cradle her cheek. She pauses and stares up at me, lips stretched tight around my shaft. I shake my head slightly as I continue. "He could never replace you." The color in her cheeks flares, and then slowly fades. After blowing a deep breath out her nostrils, she resumes her fabulous cock-swallowing act, but with much more calm and tenderness.

A quick glance over my shoulder shows that the slut is working her cock, but also that the plug has nearly waddled out of his ass. I guess I stretched him more than I thought! My hand on her cheek guides her back and off my prick, and I walk around behind him. Charlotte balances herself on one hand for a moment to clean her lips and chin of my cum, sucking each finger clean while I watch. "Delicious treats were meant to be savored..." Gods, she's the best!

I yank the plug out the rest of the way, and marvel as his asshole spasms and shudders. "Alright, slut. We're going to try something. Think of it as... parole."

He doesn't stop, but he does make an affirmative "mmm hmm" around Charlotte's cock.

"You can stop for a moment," I say as I reach down and unfasten first one, and then the other of his wrist restraints. He lifts himself up slowly, but continues to stare down at her glistening erection. "You are going to finish her though." He nods, and rolls his shoulders with a whimper.

I wave my hand at Charlotte, and she gets up with a questioning look as I walk over to where she had been. He stammers as I settle down exactly where she was. "Don't worry, slut. This isn't for you." I grip my prick at the base and hold it straight up. "This is for her."

"Yes, just for me." The taller woman bites her lip, straddles my waist, and slowly lowers herself on top of me. The sluts eyes nearly fall out of his head watching her ass devour my prick, and she sighs magnificently as her ass cheeks come to rest on my hips.

"Oh, my. So very full! I can never get enough of this." she whispers. I walk myself up as high as I can, tits pressed into her back, and bite her shoulder. "Oh! Mackenzie!! Ooooh! Eat me up whole!"

"You may continue, slut," I say. His head disappears from my view over her shoulder, and her ass clamps down on my prick as tightly as it ever has. Her face pinches, and she can barely manage the strangled gasps she gets out. Her normal torrent of professed enjoyment is nowhere to be found. I clench my buttocks tightly, causing my cock to jerk deep inside of her, and she cries out. "Faster, slut!"

Charlotte's gasps become tighter and tighter, become longer and longer, until they grow into a minute-long, purple-faced groan of release. The slut hacks and gargles, coughing wetly. Now freed from his mouth, her cock continues to launch rope after thick rope of love into the air, some arcing high enough that I can see them, albeit briefly. She collapses back against me. I balance myself on one arm and hold her tightly to me as I lower us onto my back. Once flat, I wrap both arms around her to hold her tightly and lift my hips off the ground.

Once I have enough clearance, I pin her in place with my arms, and piston my cock out of, and then right back into, her magnificent ass. She cries wordlessly, still not quite recovered from her own orgasm. I piston her again, and my arms begin to feel wet. She must still be leaking cum; it's running down her stomach. I piston her again, and this time, I feel her legs and hips lock in place to float above me.

"Fuck me," she says breathlessly. "Fill my ass just like you filled his, sweetness! Take me and make me scream!" My toes flex and grip for purchase on the floor, and I ramp up to a fast rhythm. "Yes," she cries. "Yes! Use my asshole as you see fit! Gods yes!!"

"Who are you?" The slut sounds exhausted and weak somewhere far below me.

"Say my name," I whisper.

"MACKENZIEEEEEEEEEE!!" She throws her head back, and I nuzzle into her neck, throwing everything I have into the furious pounding of her asshole. "MACKEEEEEEENZIEEEEEEEEE!!" I don't last much longer...

***

"Hey, uh..."

"Yes, Mackenzie?"

"I... um..."

"What's wrong?"

"Did I..." I try to cough to clear my throat, but that wasn't the problem to begin with. "Did I go too far?"

Charlotte blinks at me for a moment. "Too far?"

"You know, with Selt.."

At hearing his name, Selt groans and shifts behind the seat. Charlotte thumps him with the butt of her shotgun, and he returns to silence. "While he may not technically have tried to kill us, he was under employ to subdue us by any means necessary. Twice."

"Yeah, I know, but-"

"Plus your gamble paid off. I barely had to speak to him before he wanted to tell me his life story. Him not knowing anything useful isn't your fault."

"I didn't just mean with him..."

"Oh..."

There's a long pause. Charlotte's brow furrows. She's so damn cute when she's thinking. "What I mean is, I'm... I don't always know what I'm doing sometimes, and I.. I need my friend."

"What do you mean?"

"We've... I dunno, we've changed our, uh, pattern."

"Are you... are you regretting that?" Charlotte's voice is thick with worry.

"No," I interject, as reassuringly as I can. "Not at all. I just mean... Fuck. I know it looks like I know what I'm doing, but I don't. I'm just winging it most of the time."

"Mackenzie, no one expects you to have all the answers."

"Are we still friends?"

"What?"

"I think that's what I've been tryin' to ask..." Charlotte is quiet for a minute, so I continue. "That was all we used to be. But in the last couple months, we've become other things."

"Lovers..."

"Yeah. But I... I still need my friend sometimes. The one who used to tell me when I was being a petulant baby."

"Mackenzie..."

"I know, it's stupid. I shouldn't need that kind of silly reinforcement, but I do."

"Mackenzie, it's not stupid."

"It's not?"

"No. I think we've both started to let our, uh..."

"Bedroom dynamic?"

"Yes."

"In-the-shower dynamic?"

"The anywhere-you-want dynamic," she says with a sly smile, "to bleed into other areas."

"Ok," I say, letting out a huge sigh of relief. I make a quick left down an alley, and hop out of the drivers side door.

"What brought that on?"

"Just a sec", I say to her. I grab Selt by the collar of his jacket and drag him out of the car. He's starting to stir again underneath the cloth hood. "This is where you get off, shithead."

"Please," he mumbles. "I can't go back. They'll kill me!"

"Don't have to go back, but you can't stay here. New Verdia's a big city, slut. I'm sure you'll find someone big and bad to look out for you, and he'll probably only take 15%." Charlotte giggles, and I give her a withering stare. "At least, I think that's the going rate on pimps. You're gonna count to a hundred before you even think about removing that hood, you got it?"

Selt nods resignedly, and Charlotte and I hop back into the car. "Count to a hundred," I say. She nods and starts tapping her fingers on her thigh as we pull away. "Back to what I was saying, I was thinking about asking a favor from you, but I was... I was worried that ship had sailed."

"What. Was. It?" she said, keeping an odd cadence that takes me a few seconds to sort out. I pull out onto the street and immediately park around the corner. A quick glance around finds me a fire escape ladder, and I dart upwards. Charlotte follows along behind me without question. We both peek over the edge of the roof and watch. Selt hasn't moved.

"I'll tell you later."

"Either the slut doesn't know how to count this high," Charlotte says a few seconds later, "or you really made an impression on him."

"More like 'in him', right?"

***

I have to take a few deep breaths before I round the corner. Charlotte is curled up on the couch, her beautiful little feet tucked up beside her. She immediately looks up from her paper, shaking her head. "I do not know why I keep up with this stuff. All it ever does is make me mad." She starts to look back down at her paper, and then pauses. The fact that I've got my hands behind my back is a dead giveaway. "Is this what you... Oooh!"

I nod, and she smiles warmly at me as she folds up the paper and sets it down on the end table. I cross the room and sit down beside her. She looks at me expectantly, and I sheepishly give her the item I'd hidden behind me.

"The Journey to Haverly? Again?" I shrug, and she laughs lightly. She stopped asking if I wanted her to teach me how to read better years ago. I get by with what I already know, and I have her for the rest of it. I slide a little farther away and curl up in a ball beside her, using her feet as a pillow. "My boots," she reads, sonorously, "covered in the dust of many towns, were nearly as tired as I when I stepped into the parlour..."

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Apr 3, 2018 in bdsm

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