she decided to just go for it, and invited him over to her cavity for a movie with some friends. she snuggled into him, rubbing against his feeler every chance she got. he started to press against her abdomen and she got a feeling of hot lust flow threw her exo-skaleton.

the movie ended and they bi katie bid her friends farewell! but she didn't dare send carrey away, she wanted to lock him up in her closet, and stick his hand in her ant sized pock. that wasnt the only place she wanted him to stick his hand. and his hand wasnt the only thing she wanted him to stick in her!

 she took him back to her room and before she got the chance to pull out a photo of her American ant friends, Carey had slipped up on her and was 1mm from her face. the looked at each other, and then, their pincers touched! she nipped his pincer as he nipped hers and then, as if it wer completely natural, Carey rubbed his antenna against her abdomen. she shivered inside her outer shell. her body was so shapely, it was as if the ant god had created her as an art work newarly to be desired by all ants bellow her.

she was sick of playing around now. she bent over and presented her abdomin to Carey, and he knew exactly what to do.  near the place his abdomen conects to his body, a huge penis emerged. she gaped at it's size and then pushed her abdomen against it. POP, it slid right in, and it felt great on his penis. so soft and fragile, so tight!

she bounced back and forwards, her breathing increased in all six of her respiratory holes on both sides of her body. his penis rubbed the walls of her vagina and sent shivers up her  antenna. he was about to cum when she turned around and nibbled his penis with her pincers, receiving a beautiful facial all over her delectable face. he bid her her farewell and left. she still to this day chases after Carey, but he has no time for her. Hes a busy little bee, or should i say ant.

Finally, she reached the house and rang the door bell. As usually, she wore her schoolgirl uniform. It consisted of a white dress shirt, a plaid skirt, knee high plaid socks and black dress shoes. Eddy finally answered the door and invited Mary inside. She sat her books down on a chair and Eddy escorted Mary to Billy’s room. Billy was on the floor playing with a number of different toys. It was tragic to see a grown man act like that. Mary immediately felt so sorry for him and wanted to do something, anything, to help him. She decided she would try and be his friend right away. Eddy rushed out, as he was already running late for his meeting with the Father, and Mary sat down on the floor next to Billy.

Billy himself was somewhat chubby and balding. His teeth were slightly crooked and one of his eyes were glazed over. Anyone else would immediately be frightened of his appearance and be on the alert. Not Mary though. She was so kind and warm hearted. So pure and innocent. She never suspected the danger and horror that was to follow. The TV was playing and on it was an episode of Power Rangers. Mary smiled and patted Billy on his head. "You know, Billy, too much television isn’t good for you. How would you like to read a good book with me?" Billy looked up from his toys at Mary and replied, "Okay." Both of them got up and went to the living room and sat down on the couch.

Mary grabbed on of the books she carried in with her, the Bible, opened it and started to read a few chapters of Matthew to Billy. As she read to him, he rested his head on her shoulder. The sun went down. An hour passed and Mary stopped reading and looked over at Billy. He’d passed out on her and Mary couldn’t help but think of how cute it was, despite the fact that others might call Billy ugly looking. "Billy," she whispered in a soft sweet voice, "It’s time to go to bed." He didn’t wake up immediately so she decided to nudge him ever so slightly and gently. She would’ve been content letting him sleep there but the fact of the matter was is that his weight was hurting her shoulder a little bit.

He finally woke up in a daze and Mary gently and kindly escorted him up to his room. He laid down in his bed and Mary tucked him in. "Let’s say a prayer together." She whispered to him in her sweet heavenly voice. She recited one of the prayers she learned from school and he repeated each line after her. After that, she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead and then walked out. She walked down the stairs, humming a Christian hymn along the way, and looked at a wall mounted clock. It would be sometime before Eddy would get home again and he did give her permission to use whatever utilities she needed in the house. She thought a nice long hot bath would be nice right about now. It had been a long day and the weather would a bit chilly so the warm water would feel extra good.

She went to the upstairs bathroom and discovered there was no lock on the door. She went downstairs and made the same discovery there. She decided she’d just use the one downstairs since she was already there. Closing the door behind her, she began to run the tub full of water and got undressed. Just as she got completely naked, she became aware of the feeling that she might be being watched. She paused and looked around. The door was still closed and there was no window in the bathroom. She dismissed the thought and got into the tub, pulling the shower curtain in front of her, just in case someone came inside. She was so tired and the water felt so good. She spent a decent while in the tub and was on the verge of falling asleep when something awoke her.

The door opened and Mary woke up immediately. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest to cover up her large firm breasts. "Hello? Mister Sullivan?" (Mister Sullivan is Eddy, Billy’s father). No one answered. Then, there was another noise. Some sort of instrument had started up. She didn’t quite know what it was at first but then she realized it and with horror, she pulled back the shower curtain completely to confirm her fear. It was a hair dryer. More shockingly was that Billy was holding it. Mary still had her breasts covered by her arms and started to breathe quicker and quicker. "Billy, what are you doing?" She asked in a frightened tone of voice as Billy started to approach the bathtub with the hair dryer in hand. He didn’t reply and had a sinister grin on his face. Mary could see his crooked and slightly rotten teeth.

"Billy, please don’t drop that into the bathtub with me!" She cried out, her voice almost hysterical. Once again, he didn’t respond and continued to approach. Her fear broke through her sense of shame and she removed her hands away from her chest and tried to get out of the tub with them. But she was too hysterical and the tub was slippery. She fumbled and fell a couple of times, her struggling causing her naked breasts to jiggle and shake. Billy took notice of this and took his time with dropping the hair dryer into the tub. "Please Billy! It’ll kill me!" He pleaded but by this time the hair dryer was dangling above the water. Somehow she managed to get a good grip and sloppily pulled herself out of the tub as quick as she could. And not a second later, fore just as she left the water, Billy dropped the dryer in it. It sizzled and sparked and caused all the power in the house to go out.

Mary was on her hands and knees and breathing heavily. She began to calm down and started to look up at Billy to ask him why he’d done that after she tried to be his friend. She never got the chance to do that because as she was looking up, Billy delivered a swift and strong kick to her belly. It knocked the air out of her and she instinctively held her stomach and lay there. Billy, on the other hand, reached down and grabbed all of Mary’s clothes and ran out with them. She lay there for a while but then got up and managed to grab a towel to dry off with and wrap around herself to hide her nakedness. She decided the best thing she could do was to try and get her clothes back from Billy. Clutching the towel tightly against herself, she slowly exited the bathroom.

The house was so dark and silent and Mary’s eyes hadn’t adjusted to it yet. Shortly after she left the bathroom, a dark and large and strong figure pushed her into a wall. It turned out to be Billy again and as he pushed her, he ripped the towel off of her. She knew she was no match for Billy’s physical strength so she knelt down into a fetal position and prepared herself for him to hit her again. A few moments passed and she looked up. Billy was no where to be seen and this time her eyes had adjusted to the darkness. She stood up and started to slowly walk through the house in search of her clothes. No, she had to call for help. She managed to locate a phone but discovered there was no dial tone. The next phone was like that too.

She decided, naked or not, she had to get out of the house. She felt around on the wall and suddenly felt the feeling of being watched again. She panicked but in the distance she could see the front door. She ran for it, her breasts bouncing and flopping around as she did so. Once she reached it, she tried to open it but it was locked. "Locked? Why would it be locked from the inside?" She thought. In truth, Eddy had known Billy was dangerous. He designed the locks not to keep people out, but to keep Billy inside. He’d seen how he liked to torture and kill stray cats and dogs. That was something he, for some reason or another, left out when he asked Mary to babysit him.

She turned around but in the process of doing so, something zoomed by her right breast. Something hot. So hot that it burned her right nipple. It was a bullet and although it had not hit her or even grazed her, the closeness at which it passed by still managed to burn her nipple. She instinctively grabbed her right nipple and started to rub it to ease away the pain. She looked towards the source of the bullet and saw Billy standing there with a handgun with a silencer on it. Further more, he was completely naked too and his penis was fully erect, being at least ten inches in length by Mary’s guess. Mary was so scared and simply stood there trembling like a deer in headlights.

The irony pierced her. She’d saved herself for her soul mate. She wouldn’t even allow any other man to see her in anything revealing, much less naked. And Billy, this evil mental retard, was the first man to gaze upon her naked beauty. Indeed, she was the first naked woman he’d seen as well. "Lay down," Billy said in his retarded and slurred speech. She could barely understand him but she did as he ordered. She approached him and laid down on the floor in front of him. He knelt down and hovered over her. He licked his lips and started to fondle her breasts. She gasped at his alien touch and at the roughness of his hands. She started to sniffle just a bit as she felt she would go to Hell for this.

It was a huge sin and she was powerless to stop it. Furthermore she thought it felt so good, even when his hands rubbed her still sore right nipple. She felt some warm moisture hit her breasts and saw that Billy was drooling on them as he knelt down further to put them in his mouth. That too felt soooooo good when he started to lick and suck around on her breasts. "Titty.", he said in his slurred speech. Mary hadn’t noticed how sensitive her breasts were before. She could feel every tendon and muscle flex in Billy’s hands as he fondled her breasts. Furthermore, she could feel his heart beat through his hand. She quickly realized how much she was enjoying it as she instinctively reached between her legs to touch herself, only to find her pussy soaking wet.

"Titty titty titty titty titty titty." He whispered over and over again until finally he shouted "Titty!" Which greatly started Mary, who was actually enjoying it. Right after he shouted that, he suck his crooked rotten teeth into Mary’s left breast. She screamed out in pain and tried to beat his head off of her chest. His jaws finally let go and although he didn’t break the skin, his teeth left deep impressions in her once perfect and flawless breast. Once he was off, she grabbed her chest to protect it from him when she heard another terrifying sound. The hammer of Billy’s gun clicked back and he pointed it at her. She once again had the deer in headlights look. He pushed her hands off her breasts and pushed the barrel of the gun into her left breast. Her soft and vulnerable titty-flesh gave way to the cold hard barrel of the gun and was squeezed down.

She started to cry as she prepared for him to pull the trigger and kill her then and there. But he didn’t. He did perhaps something worse than killing her. Since he’d seen her naked, he noticed how she didn’t have a penis like he did. He reached down between her legs and felt around and found a very warm and very wet opening. She gasped and instinctively tried to close her legs but his body was in the way and she couldn’t. She wasn’t ready for him or any other man to ruin her like that and her pussy was extra sensitive. But she was about to have her virginity taken not by Billy, but by his gun. He moved the weapon away from her breast and between her legs. She dared not move because she knew being shot down there was worse than death.

She felt the cold metal silencer of the big high calabur gun touch her pussy lips. After that, she experienced the terrible pain of it being pushed deeper inside her virgin hole. The hammer was clicked back and all it took was a twitch or tremor in Billy’s index finger to fire the weapon while it was still stuck inside of Mary’s pussy. Should that happen, hopefully the bullet would somehow kill her instantly. Most likely though, it would leave her with a fate worse than death. It would destroy her as both a woman and as a human being. She could never realize her dream of giving herself to her soul mate if that were to happen. She already couldn’t give her soul mate her virginity, as the silencer of the gun had run into that and pushed past it, destroying Mary’s hymen.

The fear, the pain and the great sadness caused Mary to cry again as she managed to some how get out, "Why are you doing this to me, Billy? I just wanted to be your friend." He didn’t answer her and instead pushed the gun deeper inside of her, as deep as he could push it. He may’ve already damaged her enough to where she might need surgery. He then finally pulled the lethal weapon out of her, the silencer and barrel covered in her pussy juices and her own blood. He put the gun aside and held her down using his much greater physical strength and instinctively inserted his oversized cock inside of her. That continued her pain and suffering as she screamed out and started to cry again.

"Billy! No one will want to marry me now!" she cried out, her face red and damp from her crying. She groaned and moaned as Billy continued to rape her, not in pleasure but in pain, tearing her pussy up. She continued to plead with him "No Billy! We’ll have to get married if you get my pregnant!" but it was eventually too late. She felt the surge of his warm and stick semen inside her body. He pulled out of her but she still lay there crying. "Billy, I just wanted to be your friend." Seemingly in response to that, Billy gripped her left breast with both hands and started to squeeze it, like he was trying to crush it. It caused her nipple and several blood veins to pop out upward. Mary grabbed his hands and tried to pull them off, as he was causing her serious pain.

She was still no match for his strength and even though Billy knew this, it still angered him that she tried to slide his hands off of her. In his rage, all he could focus on was Mary’s defenseless left nipple. He leaned down and put it into his mouth and shortly he tasted copper. This was followed by Mary screaming even louder than when his gun tore her hymen. Billy had bitten off Mary’s nipple. It was just then that the door sprang open and in walked Eddy and Father Fred, Mary’s mentor. "Good Heavens!" The Father shouted as he ran over and pulled Billy off of Mary. However, he completely misunderstood what was going on.

"You filthy little whore!" The Father said as he took off his belt a started to lash away wildly at Mary’s naked body, leaving bloody welts on her skin. Eddy tried to shield Billy from what was going on. "Filthy slut! Don’t you know he’s mentally challenged?! How could you take advantage of him like that?!" He continued to whip away on Mary. After that night, Mary never saw Eddy or Billy again. The Father took her back to the Catholic orphanage and explained his version of what had happened, how Mary had seduced Eddy into unthinkable sexual acts. Her reputation was ruined and before she could graduate, they threw her out onto the streets. She never got a chance to get her well earned diploma and she was now homeless. All thanks to that demon child that ruined her in every single way...

After we all were nicely happy and pretty full we left and walked home. On the way I sat Judy on a wall and had sex with her standing up. Neither of us couldnt wait till we got home.

When I arrived my flatmate and his girlfriend who were at the pub were already into sex in bed and Judy and I went to my room and we started all over again. From the noises in the both rooms we were all going at it like rabbits.

The next morning Judy and I had sex together then went to the bathroom together and showered. A bit later in the morning when everybody was up and about - all naked as we knew each other that well, I was cooking breakfast and the girls started to compare notes on how many and what positions we tried. During breakfast her friend Sally said she wouldnt mind trying sex with me. She had already told Judy that and Judy said she didnt mind as we were not really going together. Sallys boyfriend said well that means I have to try Judy if Judy doesnt object.I am not just going to sit here and watch them - of course I will. We all ended up having a foursome together, and it was a marvellous time having sex here and there with anybody who was available. The girls got together and the two of us watched then have a sexual union between them while we both masturbated ourselves. We couldnt bring our selves to do it to each other as the girls wanted us to.

I have no idea how many times Judy and Sally got fucked that day as we began drinking as well and between fucking and sucking we had the orgy of our lifetime and when we took the girls home none of us could walk straight from the combination of the beer and the soreness of having sex so often and in so many different positions.

Now I have two girls happy to share me and there is always one available. My flatmate also has a collection of girls who he sleeps with but we havnt managed to talk them into a swap or an orgy yet. It just might happen and Judy and Sally will be the first in line with them if it happens.

“Well the lady down there at the end of the bar wants to buy you a drink. And by the look of her, I would take it.”

The bartender was right. This girl was amazing. She was probably 5’-5”, but with the heels she had on, it made her look like a giant. But she was a giant with legs that seemed to never end and an ass that most women would kill for. I must be dreaming, thought Jason. There is no way a girl this good looking is approaching me.

Jason scanned the area for hidden cameramen. There had to be some elaborate joke being played on him.

Sure enough, the woman got up from her chair and walked straight over to Jason.

“Hi, my name is Elaina.” said the girl. “What is your name?”

“Jay…. Jason.” he stuttered. “Can I ask why you bought me a drink? Half the guys in this bar are wondering why they aren’t the ones buying you a drink right now, myself included.”

“Contrary to popular belief, not all hot girls are complete stuck up snobs who only go after guys who are as good looking as they are. I bought you a drink because you were alone and you seemed like the kinda guy who shouldn’t be.”

“Well I appreciate it I guess. Would you like to have a seat?” asked Jason.

The next hour or so went by in a blur of time and conversation. Jason was amazed at how everything he seemed to bring up, no matter how obtuse, she knew exactly what he was talking about and seemed genuinely interested in what he was saying. This was all definitely too weird. And what came next just took it to another level.

“Hey its getting late, do you wanna get outta here? Maybe come back to my place for a night cap?” asked Elaina.

“Um, sure.” said Jason, not really knowing how to react to the blatent offer to further this little exchange along.

“We can just take my car, its parked pretty close.” she said.

Jason paid his tab and followed Elaina out of the bar, trying to ignore the stares of the men as he passed. They went outside and walked about a half of a block before coming to a beautiful Purple Lamborgini Marcialago.

“You’re kidding me right? You want me to believe that this is your car?” asked Jason.

“Well you don’t have to believe it. But I have the keys and if you want to come home with me, then you are going to need to get in.” she shot back.

Jason got in and the ride to Elaina’s home was pretty uneventful. They talked a little more. She told him that she was a doctor who practiced plastic surgery. She told him about some of her more famous clients and before he knew it they were at her home, if you could call it that. It was more like a mansion.

She led them inside and into the living room. He sat down on the wonderfully comfortable couch and thought about how easy it would be to fall asleep if there wasn’t a beautiful woman in the other room making him a drink.

She came out with two martinis. He didn’t really care for martinis but he didn’t want to disappoint his host, so he downed it in a few gulps.

“A little thirsty are we?” asked Elaina.

“Sorry, I just lost my buzz as we drove over here, so I figured I would try and catch up.” he said.

“Well don’t drink too quickly, I don’t want you passing out on me. I am going to need you at full mast a little later. I have quite a bit planned for you.” she said.

Those last words made Jason a little unsettled. There was something about the way she said “planned for you” that made him a little uneasy. He hoped she wasn’t too much of a freak. He wasn’t too adventurous in the bedroom.

Just as he started to think about the things he hoped she wouldn’t try, he began to feel light headed.

“Where is your bathroom? I need to go splash my face a little and freshen up.”

“Up the stairs, down the hall and it is the second door on the right.” said Elaina.

He would never see the bathroom. Just as he got up and took two steps the room started to close in on him. The blackness slowly started to close in around him and the room began to get smaller. Just before he hit the floor he could swear he heard the voice of someone else. But he would never get to find that out.

Chapter 2

Jason woke up to a bright medical examiner’s light shining in his face. His whole body ached all over and he couldn’t move anything below his neck. There were at least two people in the room with him but he wasn’t sure past that. He was trying his best to clear his senses when he looked down and was faced with a horrible realization.

He had tits.

That’s all for now, I will write more soon after I get comments/suggestions from readers. Thanks!

Now Koratiki has a resort community on the beach, lots of hotels and fun activities. There are no real laws on the island and no taxes to pay, so gambling is everywhere and even in paradise prostitution and organized crime are beginning to flourish.

Story 1: The Jungle Queen

The natives of Koratiki live deep in the jungle and rarely interact with the outsiders who come for a good time on the beach. The natives are dark skinned and beautiful on average, living lives of luxury and ease. All the food they need can be picked right off the trees, leaving everyone with only to decide how to fill the days.

For a very long time they occupied themselves with violence, splitting themselves into tribes and fighting against each other. That was until the great Queen Tekata rose to power. She was the leader of one of the tribes, but she was so powerful that she could command them all and she chose to end the violence.

She ruled for over 30 years, since she was 17 years old and by 50 she was still going strong. Few people know that it was Tekata alone who made Koratiki safe to live on. She was a proud and confident woman, arguably the most beautiful on the island and without a doubt the woman with the most awe-inspiring breasts.

The Koratikians are a strange and supersitious people. They have an entirely matriachal power structure, where only the women can be the leader of a tribe. It is the most beautiful women who are selected for power, and most importantly, it is the women with the largest breasts. There is a berry that grows only on Koratiki that will cause any woman who eats it to begin to lactate and the Koratikian's believe that to drink the milk of a woman with beautiful breasts is to become stronger, so it is the duty of the leader of a village to not only command but also to supply milk before a battle. The tribe with the leader with the largest breast is automatically feared and respected, and from there came everything that follows.

Tekata sat proudly on her throne atop a pedestal of stone. She could look over her entire village from here and all could see her and worship her beauty and power. She was proud and confident; even after all of her years she was still incredibly beautiful. She gazed around dutifully but her thoughts were on her own body and how magnificent it must appear to those who gazed up at her. She did not have to look down to know what she looked like; she had it memorized.

Her dark skin was flawless and smooth, firm with the toned and athletic muscles that she held tight and posed. Her waist was narrow and her belly bulged subtly with the shapes of her muscles. It was bared to the world like most of her body; she wore only a small fur loincloth and cups made of coconuts strapped to her breasts.

All women but the queen went bare-chested, as was the law. It seems like a foolish law to outsiders, but the queen's armored bra was a symbol of her power. Throughout history the leaders of each tribe would wear coconut shells over their breasts as protection, since the Koratikians believe that the breasts of their leader are the source of their power. As that became symbolic of status, it was forbidden for any others to cover their chests as if pretending to be more than they were.

Tekata smirked as she thought about that. It was a rule which she enforced harshly and it pleased her to see the other women bare chested, especially those just coming-of-age. She turned her attention to the teenaged girls that she could see wandering the streets between the simple wooden huts. She had ruled for decades and none had every been able to take her throne, but still many tried, challenging her again and again, all ending in miserable failure. She tried to guess who would be the next ambitious young girl to test her breasts.

Large breasts are not a common trait amoung the Koratikians, and perhaps that is why they are so prized, but two of the largest young women were at that moment playing in the jungle, well out of sight of the queen.

Tahini and Tobiko charged each other, then their two pairs of naked breasts slapped flesh-to-flesh. Their firm mounds grinding into each other, their sweaty skin slick and sliding, rubbing hot orbs back and forth against each other, nipples digging into tender and sensitive skin.

Tobiko's lips pulled away from gritted teeth as she let out a snarl, planting her feet into the soft soil and pushing harder and harder, her firm bosom slowly crushing Tahini's tender breasts. Tahini's expression shifted and became one of pain and despair as she let out a cry, then fell backwards onto her ass.

Tahini clutched her large breasts in both hands and moaned in pain, "Oh, Tobiko! You're too rough! That really hurt! Ow!" speaking in the unique and strange language of Koratiki.

The other girl stood with hands on her hips over the prone form of Tahini and just laughed triumphantly and said with a broad grin, "You're not even a challenge anymore, Tahini. The only thing left for me to do is face the old woman again for real."

Tobiko certainly had an impressive look to her as she stood there in only a loin cloth. She was young and athletic, just barely 18 years old but very strong and with a huge, firm bosom. Her face was pretty but hard and stern with determination, her dark eyes cold and unfeeling.

Tahini slowly pulled herself up from the ground, gently rubbing her own, brutalized breasts. She had an abundant bosom also, her nicely rounded and firm breasts bouncing as she moves. Despite how she held them, they seemed perfectly intact, not even reddened. She was also 18 but an inch shorter and her bosom was clearly smaller, not much above average for the girls of the village. She stared at the larger girl, then said urgently, "Please, Tobiko, don't do anything crazy! You've already challenged the queen three times and been beaten every one."

The smaller girl reached out and cupped one of Tobiko's breasts gently in a hand, lovingly caressing the hot, sweaty flesh and saying seriously, "Remember, it took more than a month for the bruises to heal last time. You could get seriously hurt!"

Tobiko frowned and brushed the hand from her breast with a quick gesture, then said firmly, "My breasts are fine; don't worry about me. I'm not the one who's going to get hurt. Once I've crushed those oversized tits, I'm going to make her pay for every bruise she's put on my beautiful breasts."

A hard and concerned gaze entered Tahini's eyes and she gripped Tobiko's shoulder, giving her a firm squeeze and a little shake as Tahini snapped, "Tobiko! Please, think about what you are saying! You can't crush Tekata's breasts; every woman in the village has gone up against her and failed, we all know how strong and firm she is. When I fought her, her tits hit mine like hammers! I thought they would never stop aching. She's like a goddess, one of the oldest women in the village and yet she never seems to age and she has the best breasts anyone has ever seen! Please, Tobiko! I know your breasts are better than mine, but even you can't beat Tekata! No one can!"

With a sudden jerk, Tobiko pulled away, her naked breasts swaying as she said almost angrily, "No, Tohini, my breasts aren't just a little better than yours, my breasts are by far the best on the island. Tekata is the only one between me and being absolute ruler!" she gestured down at herself, "I've got the body of a woman destined for greatness and I won't let anyone stand in my way! I refuse to be a slave to the that damned woman's boobs and I won't stop until I ruin her, no matter what it takes!"

The sun was warm and filtered through the leaves of the trees and there was a gentle, moist breeze blowing through the village. A smile came to Tekata's lips as she gazed over the people whom she ruled from atop her throne. She could tell that this was going to be a good day and she felt a swell of pride build in her chest. She was a god-queen, the most beautiful and the most powerful, destined to rule for all time. Even she believed it sometimes, especially now as the sun played across her firm skin and highlighted her beautiful body. She had never expected to keep the body of a twenty-year old for so many years, but it seemed that she was destined for greatness far beyond any ruler who had come before. She pushed out her chest and showed her perfect white teeth as she decided that this island and all of its people would be hers forever.

Her moment was cut short suddenly when Tobiko stepped out into the clearing before the throne. She was looking fit and powerful, her muscles gleaming with a thin layer of sweat from her match with Tahini, but not the slightest tired. Tobiko thrust her chest out, her flawless, round breasts bouncing high and firm with large dark nipples. "Tekata! I challenge you for leadership! My breasts against yours!"

Tekata glared and slowly stepped down off the throne, her bare feet planting into the soft, moist earth as she thrust her own chest forward. She reached back and unfastened her coconut bra, her bosom trembling in its confines and then springing free, bouncing up into the warm air.

She studied her opponent and frowned. Tekata could hardly belief that this girl was back, her breasts looking firm and perfect. "Damn she recovers quickly," the queen thought to herself, "I all but crushed her breasts last time! I wonder if my breasts would spring back like hers."

She glanced down at herself, at her newly exposed breasts, swaying and celebrating their freedom, her dark nipples swollen and standing out. She smiled and reassured herself that her breasts were so much bigger, heavy orbs of flesh so firm that they had never given in even after thousands of battles. They simply could not be defeated, for to lose even once would be to lose everything and that must never happen.

She smirked as the two topless women began to slowly circle each other, clasping their hands behind the backs and pushing their chests forward. As the other villagers began to gather around, their eyes wide with excitement, Tekaga called out, "Haven't you learned your lesson yet? I've beaten you so many times that I've lost count. If you're not careful, you'll ruin those nice tits of yours."

The girl said nothing, her dark eyes hardening into a glare of pure hatred. Then suddenly her eyes shot down to Tekata's bare breasts, bouncing with every step. The queen almost laughed, enjoying the effect her bosom had on others, but her amusement was cut off when a firm young pair of breasts smashed into her.

Tekata was almost knocked over, losing her balance for a moment as her feet scrambled on the moist earth, then she screamed and shoved with her own large, heavy breasts. The two women parted and staggered back, their bosoms bouncing as they sprang out against each other. Neither showed any sign of pain.

The next time those bosoms came together the flesh slapped like a clap of thunder as both women launched themselves to strike together. They bared their teeth and thrust their chests forward, slamming the tender flesh mercilessly.

By the time Tobiko's breasts had smashed into the other bosom for the 20th time, the girl was panting for breath and her one smooth, round, flawless breasts were red and swollen, her dark nipples standing out and throbbing. She clenched her fists behind her back and struggled to resist the urge to cradle her aching breasts and admit defeat. "Oh shit," she thought as her heart raced, "How can that old woman have such firm tits?! It's like I'm bashing my breasts against a stone! Damn it! I can't win!"

She let out a howl of pain and frustration, then thrust her chest forward again, putting every muscle of her firm body into it. The older woman grinned and met her full on with powerful, healthy breasts that seemed invincible. This was not an even match, not even close. Tekata's bosom looked and felt fresh and new, not even reddened from the unyielding assults. Tekata mashed mammary flesh with the younger woman, now with complete confidence. Each time crushing Tobiko's breasts a little more.

Then, disaster struck. As Tekata thrust out her chest hard to deliver a finishing blow and finally smash the cocky girl's bosom to pulp, something went wrong. A bolt of pain shot through Tekata's left breast, slicing deep into the hot flesh as if something inside her had suddenly broken.

She gasped and staggered back, her eyes wide as she looked down at her gleaming, sweaty breasts and gaped in horror. In all her years, all the thousands of challengers she had faced, she had never felt anything like that. She felt her heart racing and her hands become sweaty and she knew a sudden rush of fear. She had to end this quickly and hope that no one saw her fear. She looked back to her opponent with the burning red breasts and the many bruises soon to form, but despite this Tobiko was grinning wildly. "Damn it!" thought Tekata, "She's seen!" She clenched her fist and felt it tremble in anger, her mind racing, "What's happening to me? I've never felt so weak! But I cannot lose! I've got to finish this quickly."

Tobiko held back a pain-filled cry of relief as she finally saw pain in her opponents eyes. Even better, there was shock and fear on Tekata's face. "I've hurt her!" thought Tobiko in jubilation, "I've got to end it now!"

The two woman slammed together, their sweaty flesh slapping loudly and wetly, their slick breasts jiggling against each other, but instead of bouncing apart this time they each dug their feet into the rich black soil and pressed harder. Each of the two women was athletic and healthy, and every lean muscle quivered and bulged, her skin getting hot as she forced her large breasts against the other woman. Tobiko immediately felt her aching breasts mushrooming, flattening against her chest, but Tekata's remained firm, her large nipples digging into Tobiko's flesh mercilessly.

Tekata's face was pressed against Tobiko's, cheek to cheek as they ground their bodies together and panted for breath. Both women were tired and in pain; Tekata could feel more and more pain shooting through her left breast, she could feel it weakening, the flesh beginning to tremble under the pressure, but Tekata didn't show it. To hide her pain she snarled at Tobiko, "You bitch! I'm going to crush you flat!"

Both women seemed to be in a deadlock to the villagers around them, all staring with wide eyes at the two woman, bare bodies coated with sweat, muscles straining in a motionless, hidden battle. Then suddenly Tekata pulled back and thrust forward, her breasts smashing in one devastating smack of nude skin against skin..

Tekata cried out in pain and horror as the two bosoms crushed together. She felt her left breast give way and mushroom, squishing painfully, spreading along her ribs and burning like fire. Tobiko felt it too and for one instant she thought she had won, even as her own breasts mushroomed again, but her bosom didn't just mushroom; the awesome force of the blow finally crushed her breasts, flatting them against her ribs completely.

The younder woman did not give in, she kept pressing with her flattened breasts, her hard ribs digging into Tekata's large round breasts for a heartbeat, unable to accept defeat so close to victory. For one moment that seemed to last forever, she clenched her teeth and snarled, grinding her body against Tekata's invincible breasts, then suddenly Tobiko screamed in agony and dropped to the ground. The girl began to writhe and clutch her breasts as stabbing pain filled them, cursing and kicking her legs frantically.

Tekata immediately grabbed her left boob, holding it tight against her palm and trying to massage away the pain as she leaned down over the weeping challenger and snarled angrily, "Damn you! If you ever challenge me again, I'm going to crush you and then rip your tits off!"

The villagers cheered, their hero had prevailed again, but the show was over as Tekata stormed out of the clearing and the crowd quickly dissolved. Tahini ran up to Tobiki and helped her up, the smaller girl's eyes wide with concern. Tahini carried her friend back to her hut, leaning heavily on her shoulders. Tobiko was limping and weak, her breasts throbbing in pain and dangling limp and soft from her chest, bright red and floppy. She sobbed silently and tears of pain flowed down her cheeks as she held one of her breasts tenderly in her hand.

Tekata suddenly burst into Tiko's hut, throwing aside the curtain door and groaning in pain. She gasped for breath and fell to her knees, holding her left breast tenderly. Clenching her teeth and groaning, she fought back her tears as Tiko gasps and scrambled to her feet, rushing over to the queen and calling out, "Tekata?! What's wrong? Were you injured in the fight?"

Tiko was shocked. She had never known the great and invincible queen to have any difficulty in using her magnificent breasts to dominate others. Tiko put her soft and skillful hands on the old woman's shoulders to try to comfort her. Tiko was a beautiful and caring woman of 29 years with a smooth, unmuscled body, soft, elegantly curved breasts that were not large but where admired in their own way. Her bosom was below average in size, but far above in the smooth, creamy skin and delicate curves. She had one and only role in the village: tending to the queen's body.

She helped Tekata up onto the table and laid her down, then Tiko sighed softly and shook her head in disgust. She  scolded, "Please, Tekata! You are too old for this! You still have the most beautiful breasts on the island, but if you keep doing this, you'll ruin them. Please, you must retire! I couldn't bare to see you destroyed."

Tekata just groaned and lay there, holding her breast gently. She watched Tiko dip her hands in smooth cool mud, rubbing her palms together and preparing for a massage. Tekata's eyes roamed over Tiko's cute and sensual body, watching every move, then saying softly, "Tiko, I..." barely able to bring herself to say it, "My breast, it hurts so badly. I think it was damaged in the fight."

Tiko sighed again and carefully slid muddy fingers under Tekata's too very gently hold the wounded breast in both hands. "This one?" and with a nod from the old woman, Tiko began to slowly massage the cool mud into the breast, skillful fingers probing tenderly. Tiko new the more about medicine than anyone in the village, the knowledge passed down from her equally beautiful mother and from a long line of her ancestors.

She moaned softly at the feel of the silky smooth breast. Even after all these years, Tekata hadn't a single wrinkle on her youthful body. Tiko said softly, "Yes, I can feel there is deep bruising and swelling here, perhaps a ruptured gland. You need to be gentle with this breast for at least a month or you are going to lose it."

Tekata stiffened and clenched her fist. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard as an icy chill shot through her body. The smooth voice of Tiko washed over the aging queen, "If you retire you will still be powerful and respected, just for having the largest breasts in the village. But if you let this continue at your age, you will lose everything. No one stays young forever."

Tikata's eyes snapped open and she sat up suddenly, her breasts slick and gleaming with mud as she said firmly, "I will. I'm not just a woman; I'm a goddess! In all these years, I've stayed young and beautiful. Why should now be any different? Have you ever heard of a woman as old as me looking this good? Of course not! It's my destiny to rule for all time; don't ever forget that."

The soft, muddy hands of Tiko came calmly back to the queen's breasts and resumed the massage, kneading the firm orbs with smooth strokes. "As you wish."

On the far side of the village, Tobiko lay in Tahini's hut, in her bed and moaned at the cruelty of life. Tahini dabbed cool water on the aching breasts and Tobiko arched her back in agony.

Tahini hated seeing her best friends beautiful breasts so bruised and mangled. She smiled to lighten the mood and pushed forward her own bouncy, beautiful breasts into Tobiko's face and said lightly, "Still think your boobs are better than mine?" But Tobiko just grabbed one of them and shoved it away, snapping, "Not now, Tahini."

The wounded warrior growled and winced in pain, "Damn that woman. She's going to pay for this. Once I've beaten her, she's going straight into the volcano! No, wait; I'll have rabid dogs bite her tits off!"

The smaller girl gasped and her dark eyes went wide. She took Tobiko by the shoulders and shook her, crying out, "Are you crazy?! How can you even think such a thing? Didn't you see what just happened?! If you fight Tekata again, you're going to be ruined! Please, I love your beautiful breasts; don't throw them away!"

With a snear, Tobiko brushed off Tahini's hands and flopped back down onto the bed, then grumbled, "That bitch. I'll ruin her! I'll..." her words trailing off as her eyes suddenly widened and she gaped.

"What is it?" asked Tahini, "Are you alright?"

"Yes! Oh, yes!" cried Tobiko happily, "I know how I can beat her. I will finally see the look on her face when she falls at my feet!"

Many days past and both women tended to their wounds. Tekata had her breasts massaged in, fresh, scented mud 5 times a day by the skilled hands of Tiko, while Tobiko lay in bed, waiting for her breasts to heal, plotting wicked designs, and gloating over her plans for the soon-to-be fallen queen, spurred on by the continual throbbing in her bosom.

After a week, Tobiko's breasts had returned to their healthy shape, though still covered in painful bruises. She felt well enough to go out into the jungle. She walked slowly so that her unsupported breasts would not jiggle painfully as she moved and so her eyes could scan the dew covered leafy plants, her feet padding softly in the warm, rich soil.

Her eyes suddenly flashed as she caught sight of her prize and she bit her lip. Right in front of her, hidden in some bushes was a snake, bright green and blue, about 20 inches long. She swallowed hard and calmed her nerves, reaching forward her hand. She knew that the venom was not deadly, not even she was desperate enough to risk that, but a single bite would be enough to end her chances of becoming queen forever. It was well known in the village from the victims of this terror that the venom causes the body to wither away where bitten. One woman was bitten in the leg and was never strong enough to walk again.

She moved slowly and carefully, her heart racing, feeling like it would explode from her chest. She found her palm was sweaty and rubbed her fingers against it, but she could not dry it. She reached closer and closer. Suddenly, the snake turned and sprung. It hadn't been facing her before, but it leapt straight for her chest, it's fangs out and gleaming. She screamed in panic and stagger back, her bosom bouncing wildly as she made a desperate snatch for the snake.

She shook all over as a wave of horror swept through her young body. She felt suddenly like she was going to vomit, but she fought it off. She stared into the open jaws of the writhing snake in her hand, the two long fangs dripping poison. The slightest touch could do her damage but it fell to the ground between her legs instead of onto her bare skin.

After several long, deep breathes, she was able to calm herself enough to stand and she swore to never try something like this again. But she knew that she would not need to. This one snake was more than enough to make all of her dreams come true. She hid the snake in a pot in her hut and over the next few weeks, as her breasts healed, she milked it. She forced the poor creature to squirt its poison into a little flask, again and again. She fed it mice and watched it eat with fascination. It's pray withered away right before her eyes, almost liquifying in the snake's mouth.

Finally, her time had come. It was about a month since her last fight and her breasts were nearly healed. She knew that this would not be a hard fight and so she wasn't worried that she still had a few sore spots.

She waited in the shadows of the jungle where the light of the moon could not reach her and watched Tekata's hut. Tekata had two muscular male guards at all times, except when they changed shifts. The queen had never been attacked in the peaceful village in all the years she had ruled, so the guards were mostly a formality. Tobiko had several minutes after the first guards left before the next ones would appear, but she moved quickly to be safe.

She could feel her heart pounding again, but after facing the snake, this seemed like a tame risk. She slipped into the queen's hut and saw her sleeping form. Tobiko silently admitted to herself what she could never say aloud, "Oh, wow. She's beautiful," as she watched the totally naked Tekata. The perfectly round orbs of the queen's naked breasts were thrust proudly into the air as she slept, swaying gently every time Tekata shifted. Tobiko bit her lip and stared transfixed. She slowly reached out, her fingers achingly close to the smooth flesh. She thought suddenly, "I wish I could touch them just once before I destroy them. I'm going to regret it for the rest of my life if I don't."

The chewed on her lip for a long moment, then suddenly pulled back and got to work. She went quickly to the armored bra made of coconuts that could barely fit over the queen's breasts. Her bosom looked almost funny, the way it overflowed the cups. Tobiko lifted the bra and set it against her own breasts, feeling her bosom cradled by the firm support. It fit her very well and she grinned. "I was born for this," she thought.

She set the bra down on the table and suddenly pulled out her little flask of poison. With a quick flick of her wrist she was pouring the clear liquid down into each cup. She had just barely enough to cover the inside of the bra, but she was careful to make sure she didn't miss an inch.

Before she left, she gently laid her hands on the breasts of the sleeping queen, caressing the skin with a light touch, but Tobiko was lucky and Tekata did not wake.

In the morning, Tekata woke and put on her bra as usual, sliding her large, proud bosom into the smooth cups, then she went to sit on her throne and look over her village. She smiled pleasantly and was in a good mood because it had been days since she had felt any pain in the breast that Tobiko had injured, and so the queen was friendly with the villagers that she saw on the way.

By the time she got to her throne, the sun was blazing down on her flawless, bare skin. It warmed her and felt wonderful at first, but then she groaned. Her breasts were beginning to feel too hot, as if the sun were cooking them inside her bra. She ground her teeth together but refused to take it off, even when her breasts began to itch terribly. She just had to make it through a few more minutes to fulfill her duties, then she could dunk her body in some cool water. She would not indignify herself by throwing off her bra, but she could not resist scratching at her breasts, her fingers poking at the edges of the cups that held her pride and joy. She stopped the moment she saw anyone looking at her and she tried to keep her noble pose, but she was sweating with the effort.

The villagers were surprised when Tobiko came to challenge Tekata yet again for the best breasts in the village, but they were shocked when Tekata actually seemed happy about it. The queen raced down the steps from her throne and threw off her bra, moaning in relief as she felt the breeze blow across her bosom and the bounce of her firm breasts in the midday air.

She was puzzled for a moment when her breasts seemed lighter than she had expected, and yet they seemed to hang lower on her body than usual. But at the moment, she had far more important things to think about. She smirked at Tobiko and said with a laugh, "Oh, Tobiko. So young and foolish, yet with such nice breasts. Don't you remember last time? When you lose this fight, I really will have your breasts ripped off. Did you think I was making an empty threat?"

Tobiko stood with her hands on her hips and her legs spread, her bare breasts gleaming in the sun as she also grinned and said confidently, "It doesn't matter. You're not going to win. Not today."

They stood facing each other and smirking for a long moment and a gentle breeze flowed through the long black hair of both women, then with unspoken agreement they both clasped their hands behind their backs and advanced.

They bumped their chests together once, just lightly to start the match, but it caused Tekata to groan. She frowned and glared at her oppenent, Tekata's eyes moving down to stare at the firm breasts that seemed so young and bouncy. "Damn it, she's completely recovered! These young girls just bounce back," she thought as her breasts began to throb with pain, "And how did they get so firm? That hurt me!"

They smashed together with more force the next time, hot flesh slapping hot flesh, but this time Tobiko's breasts held firm and Tekata's mushroomed. She staggered back and stared down at her tits in disbelief, the large mounds trembling and swaying heavily. "What the hell is going on?! This can't be happening!" she said silently as she panted for breath. Then anger filled her, her good mood gone entirely as she hated this young fool who faced her. How dare Tobiko challenge the greatest queen the island had ever known? The queen who would rule forever?

The two lovely bosoms smacked savagely, Tekata giving it her all, hitting Tobiko harder than she had ever felt. Both sets of breasts mushroomed and bounced as they came apart. Tekata clenched her teeth against the pain and charged again, her soft bosom smashing into Tobiko's again and again, driving the girl backwards, stumbling and wincing in pain as her breasts were abused.

But then both women were panting and covered in sweat, their breasts gleaming and swollen, soon to be covered in bruises. Tekata felt a burning in her breasts like she had never felt before, but it only drove her harder, her anger turning her vision red. But just as she was about to lash out again, Tobiko rammed her with twin missiles of throbbing, firm flesh.

Tekata screamed in pain and staggered, but Tobiko thrust her chest out and struck again. After Tekata had been pounded a dozen times, her breasts were painfully swollen and like twin orbs of endless pain. She knew that she had to end it now. She dug her feet in and stood firm, making her body like a wall for Tobiko to crash into. As mammary slammed against mammary, they both held firm, sweaty and rubbing against each other, burning hot flesh grinding between the two powerful women.

Tekata swallowed her pain and smirked, saying confidently, "You don't really think you can beat me, do you? I've been destroying better women then you from before you were born!"

The younger woman clenched her teeth and groaned in pain, her trembling bosom straining hard against the elder, larger set of tits, but she could not give in. She knew that this was her best and only chance to ever defeat Tekata. Tobiko presses harder and harder, her face red and her heart racing. She could literally feel her beautiful breasts reaching the breaking point, the smooth skin stretched tight by her red and angry swollen flesh.

Suddenly, breasts began to fail and Tobiko gasped. The sore and sweaty young woman laughed and declared, "Not today, bitch!"

It took Tekata a moment to realize what was happening, but then pain lanced through her tender flesh and she screamed. She fell to the ground and clutched her breasts. She stared up at Tobiko and her proud, firm breasts, then Tekata felt her own and realized that they were smashed, flat and soft, her firm orbs destroyed and aching so hard that she could do nothing but cry and scream, "You bitch! My breasts! My breasts!"

Tahini came running up to the hot and panting Tobiko, Tahini's handful breasts bouncing happily as she cheered and thrust up a fist, then lunched herself into a sudden hug. The two young women smashed together in hugs and kisses, rubbing their large bosoms together, lubricated with sweat. Tobiko groaned in the pain of the impact, but it was more than worth it. She grinned broadly and celebrated with her friend.

Tekata grabbed Tobiko's shoulder and yanked, spinning Tobiko around out of the loving embrace, her aching breasts bouncing and trembling as the fallen queen snarled, "I'll rip your tits off!" her eyes wild like an animal. Tobiko howled in pain as a clawed hand raked nails across her left breast, sinking in deep into the tender flesh and drawing blood. She stumbled backwards into her friend's arms as the sweet and innocent Tahini began to scream in horror.

The villagers pounced on Tekata and grabbed her arms, pulling her off the wounded new queen and hauled her away with her crushed breasts dangling from her chest. She was dragged kicking and screaming, "This isn't over! Do you think you've won? I'll be back and my tits will be better than ever!" then breaking into insane laughter.

Tiko sat in her hut and looked in the little mirror she had gotten during a trip to the resort community. She listened to the violence outside and admired her own beautiful face and naked bosom, then sighed and wondered why other women were such fools.

Still, it came as a surprise when Tahini carried a weeping Tobiko in and announced that Tobiko was the new leader of the village. Tobiko was rushed to the table and Tiko frowned as she took the wounded breast firmly in her skillful fingers, then shook her head in disgust and said, "I'm sorry, but this is going to leave scars. There's nothing I can do about it."

Tobiko clenched her fist and yelled furiously with tears in her eyes. Even as Tiko was covering the wound and stopping the bleeding, Tobiko was roaring, "Damn her! I'll kill her! Throw her in the volcano!" But Tekata had already left the village and she could not be found.

It wasn't until a week later that Tiko had another surprise. The former queen, the still beautiful Tekata appeared at the door to the hut. Tiko gasped at that and stood staring at ruins of the greatest breasts anyone on the island had ever possessed. Then she frowned in disgust as she realized that Tekata had done this to herself.

Tekata had tears in her eyes and she came to Tiko begging for help, "Tiko, I need you! Something wrong! It's horrible. My breasts aren't healing. It has been days and they are like withered bags! Help me, Tiko! I want my breasts back!"

The healer just frowned and shook her head slowly, saying softly, "No, Tekata. There is nothing I can do. I warned you that you weren't as young as you used to be, now you are paying the price for your foolishness."

Tekata staggered back from the words and hugged her tiny breasts as a hard shudder of horror hit her, then she fell to her knees at Tiko's feet and reached up to clutch Tiko's loincloth. The former queen cried, "No, Tiko! Please, that can't be true! Give me another massage; give me anything! I just want to feel your touch again!"

The hands were shoved away from the skimpy garment and Tiko glared downwards, her breasts swaying as she bent over and said angrily, "Don't touch me! Do you really expect me to put my hands on those disgusting things?! This is all your fault and I'm not going to pay for it. Get out!"

Teary eyes bulged and black hair flew around as Tekata shook her head wildly and fell backwards onto her ass and she cried, "No, please! I have nowhere to go! Don't do this! I love you!"

The lovely Tiko's gaze darkened and she shoved her finger towards the curtain door. "Get out. Don't make me call the queen."

Tekata crawled away, weeping, into the jungle.

The greatest ruler that the people of Koratiki had ever known left the jungle that day and went to the beach city. She slowly learned English and lived for the next 20 years as a cheap, flat-chested, native prostitute. Over all her life, she never lost her youthful looks and beauty. She held onto her pride somehow and right until the end she believed that she was a goddess who would be young and beautiful forever.

Her end came suddenly and unexpectedly, at least for her. She was considered one of the most noble and elegant prostitutes in the resort community, respected by most because of her beautiful face. But one day a new girl came to the area in which Tekata worked. Her name was Tina and she was a 20 year old student who came to the island for spring break, but her money was stolen and her friends abandoned her. She was trapped and forced into prostitution just to get back onto her feet and get a plane ticket home.

Tekata hated Tina. The two became bitter rivals because Tina always got paid 10 times more than Tekata and everyone knew why. It was Tina's amazing body and especially those firm, E-cup breasts. Her perfect bosom could have made her twins with who Tekata used to be and that drove her wild.

Tina had been so successful that she was almost ready to leave the island forever on the night when Tekata came to her. The two women faced off, glaring at each other, their hands on their hips, Tina's proud bosom thrust towards Tekata's flat chest.

"What makes you think that you can ask for so much more money than the rest of us?" asked Tekata in her strong accent.

Tina smirked and shrugged, causing her breasts to bounce suggestively, then said idly, "Oh, I don't know. The men just seem to like me better than the rest."

A snear came over Tekata's usually beautiful face and she yelled, "Oh, yeah?! Do you think you are better than us?!"

Tina's eyebrow quirked and the blonde babe laughed lightly, "Don't be silly. I'm no better than the other girls," then folding her arms behind her back and thrusting her chest out to display it in her tight tube-top, "I've just got better tits. That's all."

That pose was the last injury Tekata's ego would take and she suddenly pulled out the knife which she kept in her skirt for protection. The blade flashed in the moonlight as it swept through the air. Tina realized what was happening a moment before it hit her, but she was so shocked that she did nothing. Tina just stood there with wide eyes while Tekata slashed the knife right across both of Tina's breasts, the cold metal sinking in deep, far too deep, cutting through her like butter.

Tina shrieked and clutched her breasts as her blood stained her tube-top and she doubled over in pain, crying out through her agony, "My breasts! No, no, no! Please no! You bitch!" She ran away leaving a trail of blood, but she didn't die.

She got the only help she could afford from an unlicensed doctor who patched her up and saved what little of her breasts that he could. She came out of the operating room with scarred B-cup breasts and with all her money gone to medical bills.

The next day, what was left of Tina came up behind Tekata and stabbed her in the back, and that was the end of the jungle queen.

The little market was settled in a nook just off from the old highway. I’d driven by it earlier that afternoon when I blew into town. I’d almost missed the place, badly located around a bend in the road. I barely caught it out of the corner of my eye as I motored past. I was getting low on supplies and cash, so I decided to head back and check it out. It was tiny, packed with the usual convenience store crap; mostly a place for the locals to buy cheap beer and cigarettes, just like they advertised out front.

A cowbell bolted above the door jangled when I walked in. A few rednecks with ratty baseball caps loitered by the old coolers at the back of the store, pulling out six-packs and jawing with each other about their fishing or hunting stories. I had a quick look around. No security system at all, not even an electronic bell at the door. Just a bent-up old cowbell that jingled when someone gave the door a good shove, a round, grubby mirror mounted to the wall, set up to deter kids from making beer runs, and a crappy old alarm box mounted on the wall next to the door.

Only one employee I could see, probably the owner: a crabby, middle-aged Asian guy working the counter.

Easy money, I thought.

Still, I took a couple minutes and walked around, scoping the place. I found a few things I thought I might need later, and bought a box of large plastic zip ties, heavy duty plastic bags and a couple bags of cheap, women’s nylon stockings. Waited in line for the talky local-yokels to buy their beer, and when it was my turn at the register, I counted out a handful of crumpled bills from my pocket, slapped the cash down on the counter, and suddenly felt like splurging. I had the Asian guy throw a pack of generic cigarettes, a big bag of chips and a six-pack of beer in along with my other stuff. After adding dinner, my bill came to a little more than thirty bucks - more than half the roll I had left in my pocket, but that was okay. If everything worked out later tonight, I’d be making that back and then some.

The Asian guy gave me my change and I left. I hopped back into my ride and eased out of the bumpy lot, the van’s trashed shock-absorbers squeaking and groaning all the way. I had to drive another half-mile, to a three-way intersection by an out-of-commission bridge, before I could turn around. I drove right back the way I came and parked next to an abandoned gas station with a weather-beaten for lease sign posted out front, a couple hundred yards down the road from the market, where I could sit and watch the place. I coasted in to the lot and found a good spot to park, just out of sight from the road. I cut the motor and settled in. The building next to me was falling apart; in the same state of disrepair as my van, which blended in perfectly with the rest of the dying town. if a cop happened by, I wouldn’t draw a second glance. I tore open my new pack of cigarettes, lit one, ate some chips, and waited.

Half a pack later, right around sunset, another Jap car pulled into the lot. An attractive, middle-aged Asian woman got out of the car and went into the store. The crabby guy who’d sold me my stuff walked out a few minutes later. He got into the other car that had been sitting all afternoon and left.

I smoked some more, drank some beer to wash down my chips, and watched a semi-regular stream of customers come and go until about eight o’clock, when the flow trickled down to nothing. At ten to twelve, no one had driven by me for more than an hour, and other than the Asian woman, the market was deserted. I figured I wouldn’t have a better chance than right now. It was time to get a move on. I started the beat-up old white loading van, drove back across the street and pulled into the parking lot, stopped and backed up, parked alongside the dumpster just alongside the building I killed the ignition, grabbed my stuff from the passenger seat and shut my door, but kept the van unlocked and dropped my keys into a spare pocket in easy reach. If I needed to get out fast, I didn’t want to have to waste time fumbling around for my car keys.

My boots crunched in the gravel and sucked mud as I stepped onto the curb. I loitered by a broken pay phone, getting another look at the place through the bars on the window.

Not much different from before. Some shoddy, homemade candy and magazine racks. The coolers full of beer and a soda fountain mounted along the back walls. The counter with the cash register at the front left-hand side of the store, every inch of it cluttered with open cartons of cigarettes and lighters, containers full of beef jerky and pickled eggs, lottery tickets and other assorted knick-knacks for the drunken rubes to spend their hard-earned cash on. A small portable television sat on the countertop next to a cordless phone, playing the nightly news.

Other than the whirring of the air-conditioner hung above the doors, everything was nice and quiet, inside and out. No sign of the Asian bitch. I put on my clown mask and eased up to the doors. A worn cardboard sign taped to the window had the store hours handwritten in black marker - open every day, 7 a.m. till Midnight.

I tried the doors. Another handmade sign in black marker was taped to the glass on the inside of the right door: Push hard. The lights inside started to blink off, one by one. It looked like the Asian broad was closing up shop a little bit early.

That suited me just fine.

I pulled on a pair of thin latex gloves and took my knife from my hip-sheath; twelve inches of wicked, gleaming steel. I checked to make sure my gun was in place in my pocket.

I turned to the door. Put my shoulder to it and pushed hard, using a nice, even pressure to avoid making the bell mounted at the top of the door frame from ringing.

The door squeaked open. The television was turned down low. Straight ahead of me was an open doorway leading to a short hallway, with stacks of cardboard boxes crammed waist high up against the walls. A woman’s voice drifted my way, probably from a back room or office. The Asian bitch, I guessed. I couldn’t understand what was being said, but her tone sounded angry. The cowbell clanked as I walked inside, softly, but still audible. I let the door swing shut behind me, then bent at the waist so my head was lower than the top of the racks and hurried to the end of the main aisle. I quickly shuffled to the back aisle and hid behind a rack of porn magazines. I squatted down on my haunches, out of sight.

The angry, jabbering voice got closer and louder - the Asian bitch sounded pissed. I wondered if she was ticked about being here alone so late, and I grinned behind my mask. The lone security mirror was mounted on the wall right behind me, but it was tilted at a bad angle. Whoever had put it up was only interested in seeing the fronts of the beer coolers, not down near the floor where I was hiding. Crouching where I was, I couldn’t be seen from the front of the store, but I had a perfect view of both the counter and the doorway to the back.

In the mirror, I watched the Asian woman pop out from the hallway, clutching a light black sweater around her shoulders. Close up she was older than I’d imagined, but slim and graceful. Her face was not-quite beautiful; elegant, maybe - almost aloof; with full lips, big, almond shaped brown eyes, and a sharp, angular bone structure. She walked right to the front of the store, peering down the tightly packed aisles. Giving the place a cursory once-over while blabbing into the phone pressed against her ear. She stopped by the front doors, looked around a final time and shrugged, maybe perplexed that the bell rang but no one was there. I heard her sigh.

She hooked the phone between chin and shoulder, took a heavy key ring from a sweater pocket and locked the Push Hard door. Then she turned off the television, talking non-stop the entire time. She put the key ring on the counter and walked down the window aisle, turning off the neon beer signs. She spat out a series of rapid-fire bursts in whatever shit language she talked. She sure wasn’t speaking English. Korean maybe.

She was heading right for me.

Shit-fire. If she saw me squatted down here while she was on the phone...

I broke a light sweat under my heavy denim coveralls. Shifted my grip on the knife, braced myself, and squatted even lower, ready to jump. I tried to breathe through my mouth, concentrating on keeping it even and quiet. Condensation beaded the inside of my rubber clown mask, slowly dripped down my face into my eyes. I blinked away the drops of salty, stinging moisture. My heart was pounding, sending a rush of adrenaline coursing through my blood.

The Asian bitch stopped a couple feet away with her back turned to me and clicked off the open sign.

From where I was squatting I could see the outline of her hip, the lacy white slip under the slit running up the back of her knee length skirt. I was close enough that I could’ve reached out and touched her smooth, muscular calves, her flesh-colored nylon stockings. She had strong, athletic legs, like a runner, or a tennis player, maybe. I vaguely remembered all the gooks in high school playing tennis. Or golf, sometimes. Not real sports.

She crossed her arms and stared out at the street, gabbing away. Eventually she got quiet and listened. I heard a man’s voice on the other end of the line, muffled, but yelling more gook shit back at her.

She took it, but I could tell she was pissed by the way she was standing: stiff and ramrod straight, breathing hard, with her thin arms crossed under her breasts, impatiently tapping the heel of her shoes on the edge of the magazine rack, splintering the cheap plywood down at the base.

The conversation came to an abrupt stop. She screamed something into the phone. Clenched her fists and made a frustrated little ‘Ooooh!’ sound.

The guy kept shouting on the other end of the line. She stood still for a second, her thin shoulders scrunched up around her neck, the phone hanging loose in her hand. Finally, she muttered something into the receiver, sounding resigned. I heard the phone beep as she hung up. She just stood there quietly for a minute, shaking with frustration. Then she covered her face with her hand. Her shoulders shook, and I heard her sniffle.

Behind my mask, I grinned. Looked like I stumbled into a little family squabble. And from the looks of things, I was pretty sure now that my sweet little bitch was going to be closing the store all by herself.

I scraped the blade of my knife across my thigh and uncoiled. I was on her in a second. She grunted when I hit her. I wrapped my free arm tight around her waist, pinning her arms down at her sides. I brought my knife blade up and let the sharp steel bite into her slim neck. She gasped in surprise and pain. The phone fell from her limp fingers and crashed to the floor. The cheap black plastic cracked and exploded. Ragged shards flew everywhere.

Our bodies were reflected in the dark glass of the window. I dwarfed her. I was a good foot taller than she was and more than twice her size. In the pale light, the reflection of my white rubber mask looked pale and ghostlike.

Her eyes opened wide with horror and she screamed, loud and clear in the sudden silence. Music to my ears. I pulled her close and just for fun, rubbed my crotch up into her ass, nice and hard. Suddenly, it felt like all the blood rushed out of my head and down to my cock. Feeling a little dizzy, I nuzzled her cheek with my stubbly chin, making her whimper and try to jerk away. I peered down over her shoulder, checked out her rack. Her tits were perky little fuckers, packaged specially for me in a lacy bra under a sheer, white, button down blouse. A little bit on the small side, maybe, but probably a nice firm handful once you got them out into the air.

I licked my lips. She was biting hard on her lower lip, her eyes squeezed shut, frantically shaking her pretty little head from side-to-side. Her whole body was trembling.

"No no no..." she begged. "Prease... S-s-stop... D-d-don’t h-h-hut me...!"

My dick was already throbbing, trying to rip through my coveralls. I took a deep breath. I had to wait, had to keep focused. Keep that shit on ice for later. I didn’t know how long I had to pull the job. We were alone now, but anybody could drive by and fuck things up. I was way too smart for that shit. I wasn’t going to get busted because I took the time to screw this bitch. The golden rule: the job always comes first.

The fun can come later.

I put my lips to her ear and grunted, the mask muffling my voice. "The money, bitch! Now!"

"Nnnooo..." She moaned again. "P-pr-reeasse!"

"Prease?" I mocked.

She sounded so much like somebody from an old Charlie Chan flick that I almost laughed. Instead, I jerked her around and marched her toward the counter. She started crying. Big, fat, wet tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and slowly dripped down her cheeks. She tripped and stumbled. I picked her up with one arm and half-carried her behind the counter, pushed her hips up against the edge and held her in place with my bodyweight.

"Now, open the till and get me the cash, or I’ll gut you like a pig."

Hot tears continued to leak from the corners of her eyes, but she punched a key and opened the register. She didn’t even try to fight me. I knotted my fingers in her short, curled hair, bent her over the counter and held her with her ass up in the air and her face smashed into the cheap Formica. I reached into the till and dug out a fist-full of bills, one’s, five’s, twenties. I didn’t bother with the checks or credit slips and change, but lifted the cash drawer and found a couple hundreds and fifties tucked away. I probably scored several hundred bucks altogether, but after sitting and watching the flood of customers come and go all afternoon, I knew the lump of money in my hand was way too light to be all the cash on hand.

"Where’s the safe?" I growled.

"I-In b-back w-w-woom."

"Back room!" I never did have any patience for foreigners who couldn’t be bothered to take the time to learn the language. I shook her head, grinding her face into the counter. "Jesus! Say it right, bitch!" I shook her. "DO it!"

"Backwoom!" She shrieked.

"NO! Say it again!"

"Backwoom! Back-woom! Back--WOOM!"

"Good! Better, anyway!" Laughing, I smacked her ass with the flat of my knife and eased my weight off her back. "Now, show me!"

I yanked her up by the hair and pushed her, sobbing, down the hall with my knife point pressed into the small of her back. We passed a heavy steel door marked as an emergency exit, then took a quick right turn that opened up into a small storage room and a cramped office. Through the office was a cruddy bathroom with a sink and toilet, a bare bulb swinging on a cord from the high ceiling. A small microwave oven and a hot plate sat on a battered file cabinet next to a desk and a bar-size refrigerator.

She’d been eating: there were a few bites of white rice soaked in cold, coagulating chicken grease left on a paper plate on the desk. The nasty smell of her dinner almost overwhelmed the musky dry-rot smell of the store. It made my guts twist.

"Where is it?" I gave her a shake, ripping hair from her scalp. She squealed and pointed to a corner of the room, jabbering incoherently. In the corner behind a file cabinet, the heavy steel top of a floor safe was propped open. I pushed her down on her knees in front of the safe, peeked in for a look, and smiled. There were several thick wads of clipped and stacked bills mixed with rolls of coins: singles, fives, tens, twenties, fifties and hundreds, all nice and bundled. Several grand, easy. Add that to the few hundred from the register, not a bad haul for a night’s work.

"Shit." I laughed again, pleasantly surprised. "Don’t you ever do bank runs?"

The bitch just stared at me and cried harder.

"Pull out the bills," I grunted, giving her another shake. "Put everything next to you on the floor. Leave the coins."

More whimpers, but did as she was told. She knelt down, reached into the safe and pulled out the packets. Stacked them in nice, neat bundles. Good little bitch. I heard somewhere Asian women were submissive. So far, it looked like the rumor was right on. I liked that. Still, she was moving way too slow, wasting time…

"Come on, bitch! Hurry!"

"Th-there." She stopped, put up her hands. "All m-money."

She wiped the tears away, tried to stand up. I shoved her flat on the floor, planted my foot on her back. "No way bitch. You stay right there."

I slipped my knife back in its sheath and reached into the front pocket of my coveralls. Pulled out a pair of long, plastic zip ties, same ones that I’d bought earlier. Grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her. She screamed and went nuts, thinking I was going to kill her or some shit, I guess, and she finally began to fight, bucking around hard enough that I had to sit on her to get her wrists together. I cinched the zip ties tight. Getting her legs was harder. I almost had to lay flat on the backs of her thighs to keep her still enough to be able to loop the zip tie around her ankles. More ties around her elbows and knees, then I stuffed the crotch of a pair of nylons into her mouth, wrapped the stocking legs around her head, and tied the leftover ends of the makeshift gag at the back of her neck. Finished, I stepped back and shook out a heavy-duty black garbage bag. Pulled it over her head and past her shoulders, tied it around her waist.

Once I had her all trussed up like a Christmas turkey, I took a quick break and went to see what kind of deli sandwiches they had in the cooler, and grab some more beer and smokes for the road.

***

It took me another five, maybe ten minutes to do my shopping. I bagged all the stuff and propped the emergency exit open with a chipped two-by-four I found leaning next to the back door. I carried everything around the back of the store and past the dumpster bin to the van. I popped open the van’s loading doors, shoved each bag inside and tucked them way up against the wall separating the cab of the van from the back; than quickly arranged them so they wouldn’t slide around once I was moving. The bag of cash went in front with me, hidden under the passenger seat, followed by the gun and the knife and mask.

Then I went back in for the Asian bitch.

She was lying on the floor, twitching and crying, her numb fingers desperately clawing at the sturdy plastic binds. She’d managed to flip halfway over onto her back. With the gag and the bag over her head, her sobs were almost completely muffled.

I watched her struggle for a minute, enjoying the show. Her skirt had rucked up almost to her hips, showing a lot of long, brown, muscular thigh. She really did have great legs.

For a second, I thought about fucking her right there on the floor. Instead, I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. I carried her out to the van and tossed her in the back with the other spoils. She kicked, her dainty little feet sinking into thick rubber padding I’d completely covered the floor, walls, and ceiling with for that very reason, to dampen the noise. I slammed the loading doors closed and locked her in. Brushed the dust off my hands.

Whistling, I lit a cigarette and slid into the cab. I took a long, deep drag and let the smoke drift lazily out my nose. Then I started the van and pulled carefully out of the parking lot.

***

Earlier that morning, I’d cruised over the mountain during a freak snowstorm, a complete whiteout. I stopped to get some chains and paid too much for gas at a ratty little gas station. I used the bathroom and swiped a map from the little quickie-mart inside the service station. I’d never been to this part of the northwest and wasn’t familiar with the area. I used the map to point me in the direction of another small town where I thought the pickings might be a little better. But when I got here, it didn’t take much more than to look around to tell me that except for the little market, there wasn’t a whole lot worth my time.

And now that I’d stocked up and had a pocket full of spending cash, once again I wasn’t sure where I was going or what I was going to do. But I wasn’t real concerned about it, either. So I puttered along, until I came back to the bridge.

I can’t explain why, but I stopped at the barren intersection and sat in the van with the engine sputtering, looking at both the open roads. Maybe it was karma, or fate. Whatever. But I stopped and opened the map, smoking a cigarette while I studied it. I had three directions I could choose from, one of them blocked. For some reason I followed the line of the road with my finger. Past the bridge the map showed a fair-sized lake not too far away, some miles off the main highway, further up in the hills. I figured that I could maybe find a little privacy up there. A shiver ran through me. Somehow I knew that’s where I wanted - needed - to go.

But the only way to get up there was to get past this fucking bridge.

I looked up.

An old, bullet-pocked sign on stilts blocked the road. On a whim, I eased the van past it and onto the bridge. The pavement was pitted with potholes, the old stone guardrails crumbling. I worked the van around the worst of the potholes, heard the structure cracking underneath the wheels.

Other than the noise and avoiding the holes, I didn’t have any problems. The bridge ran on for maybe a couple hundred yards and spanned a wide creek, its muddy, tree lined banks flooded with cold runoff coming down from the mountain. The bridge ended, and opened up onto a winding, poorly paved road, blocked by another wood barrier. I had to stop the van and move the barrier by hand. Dragged it far enough to squeeze by. It was cold out and I was getting tired.

I yawned and shivered. Flicked my cigarette butt into the rushing water below and hopped back inside the warm cab. Heard soft, muffled noises from my little fish in the back.

"Just a little while longer baby," I grinned. "Hold on just a little longer."

***

I followed the road until I came to a fork, then stopped and checked the map. I wasn’t sure, but it looked like that was the way I wanted to go. What the hell. I’d come this far, so why stop now? I shrugged, turned left, and the road got steep enough that I heard the stuff in the back of the van shift and bump around. I drove for another twenty minutes in complete darkness except for the dim glow of my headlights, until I came to another fork with a sign pole, showing me the way to Lake Chastain.

Half an hour later, I broke through the woods and caught my first glimpse of the lake through a fringe of pine trees. The moon was full, just creeping over the tops of the tall trees overhead, shining down on the still, inky-black water. It was so dark, even with the bit of moonlight I couldn’t see the far side of the lake. I meandered around the shoreline for another mile or so, and eventually came to a dirt road; a trail that was slowly being reclaimed by the surrounding forest.

There, in tiny clearing, a huge tree stump was turned on its side, with an arrow pointing towards the roadway and the words Camp Chastain gouged into its sanded face.

"A camp, huh?" I muttered. "Well, I’ll be damned."

I guided the van slowly down the rutted trail, bouncing over rocks and kicking up dust that swirled around the van’s headlights. Tree branches scraped along the side panels, sounding like nails on a chalkboard, making me wince. After about half a mile, the trail opened up again into another small clearing almost completely overgrown with blackberry bushes and scrubby trees. The headlights picked out the remains of a dilapidated fence, and I followed that for a while, until I almost drove right into the collapsed skeleton of the camp’s dining hall.

The van came to a bumping stop at the center of the camp, and I let it sit and idle. Hands on the steering wheel, I looked around at what I’d found. The roof of the large old building had mostly rotted away and collapsed. I backed the van up and turned in a sharp circle, letting the headlights illuminate the forest. The road I was on curved around what looked like an old field, now full of brush, with overgrown trails leading off in all directions. The road I was on eventually petered out at an a-frame type storage structure and another small out-building.

I whistled. "Well, will ya look at this."

I killed the engine. Grabbed a powerful flashlight from behind my seat and went exploring.

***

The camp was small, arranged in a circle on the southern tip of the lake. I poked around until I found a covered area with two or three stout picnic tables, and a bathhouse surrounded clump of old cabins. At a casual glance, the bathhouse was a lost cause, full of rubble and fallen tree branches. Some of the cabin’s moss-covered roofs had caved in; but there were several still standing that seemed sound enough, and a couple cabins even had working wood stoves. The trail I was following wound through the woods and led down to the lower shore of the lake. A rotting dock jutted out a few dozen yards over the black water.

I stood at the muddy bank and lit a smoke. I relaxed for a moment, smoking and breathing in the night air, playing the beam of the flashlight out over the water. When I broke through the tree cover I’d expected the sweet smell of open water. Instead, the air felt thick, almost greasy; it smelled of mold and spoiled, rotten things.

Suddenly, everything felt wrong.

The forest around me was hushed, quiet as a graveyard. The lake itself was preturnaturaly still, the water barely lapping the rocky shoreline. A cold wind brushed my face, touched me like a caress. My forearms broke out in goosebumps, and the small hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, tingling.

Around me everything was still. Far out, something plopped in the lake. A fish, maybe.

Suddenly, I was sure I felt eyes on me, burning into me. I spun in place, flashed the light over the tree line. Nothing moved. Not even a breeze. No sound at all. No buzz of insects, or the rustle of night creatures in the brush.

I shivered and ran a hand over my shaved skull. "Fuck this," I muttered. I flicked away my cigarette butt and picked my way back to the camp.

The feeling abated the farther away I got from the water. The night was still quiet, but by the time I reached the van, I was breathing easy again, and my fatigue was completely gone. I stopped and lit another smoke. Noticed for the first time that my hands were shaking. "Fuck’n crazy shit," I muttered to myself. My fingers were still trembling as I shook out the match and dropped it. "Actin’ like a pussy, all scared of the dark."

I smoked half the cigarette in one long drag. And then I smiled, remembering the treat I had locked in the back of the van.

***

The Asian bitch had rolled up against the van’s loading doors. She almost fell out when I opened them up. I caught her and rolled her back onto the padded floor. I used my knife and cut off the plastic bag. Her hair was a mess, sticking up all over the place. She stared at me with wide, glassy eyes.

"All right you fucking cunt. Time to get out."

I reached in and got a better grip on her, then hauled her out and threw her right over my shoulder like a big sack of potatoes. I slammed the doors shut and locked the van out of habit. It wasn’t like there was anyone else around to steal the damn thing. I carried her, hissing and squirming, down to the cabins; stepped onto the rickety porch of one with a solid roof and a working stove. I already had a small fire going, making sure the stove was really okay to use without burning the place down.

The small space was warming up already. Bright moonlight shone through the cracked, smudged windowpanes set in the tops of the walls, under the roofline.

I tossed the bitch in a heap on the floor. She fell with a grunt. Grimaced and tried to curl up into a ball, panting. Staring at me in fear.

"Now lets have some fun," I said, and unzipped my coveralls.

The bitch watched me undress in the moonlight, her eyes getting wider and wider. The fire glowed orange in the stove, throwing crazy, twisting shadows on the walls. I kicked out of my boots and stepped out of my clothes. She shook her head, but the gag in her mouth stifled her pleading cries. I dragged her to one of the wood bunk beds and bent her forward, made her kneel on the floor with her chest on a rotting old mattress, her ass up in the air. I held her down with a hand around her neck. She kept whimpering like a scared cow.

I grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked, ripping it at the slit by her knees, right up the back, all the way to the waistband. I let the flap of torn material fall to the floor and ran my hands over her warm, firm ass. My cock was already hard and raging, throbbing. I felt lightheaded again as my blood rushed to my groin. I dug my fingernails into the seam of her nylons and ripped them open, exposing her silky white panties. I pulled at them, felt the seam give and rip apart at the crotch.

"Ah, fuck..." I grunted, and squeezed her smooth, naked ass. "Shit yeah..."

I stood behind the bitch and grabbed a handful of hair, bent her torso backwards towards my chest and ripped open her blouse, popping off tiny pearl buttons. My dick slipped into the crack of her ass and wedged there. Her fingertips wiggled weakly, her nails lightly scraping my belly. She was still frantically shaking her head, her eyes squeezed shut like this was just a bad dream; like she could wake up if she just tried hard enough.

I caught her neck in the crook of my arm and pulled the cups of her bra down over her nipples. I slowly nuzzled the hollow of her neck, again scraping the stubble of my beard on her warm, smooth skin. I bit and chewed, tasting her as I went. Started to jerk my hips, rubbing my cock up and down her ass crack. Got my first nice look at her tits: dark, pointed nipples capped small, up-thrust breasts. I gave them a good squeeze.

That started her struggling again, and her weak wiggling made me smile. I slapped her ass, leaving a nice red welt in the shape of my palm. I slapped her again, harder. She groaned and squirmed, and her ass cheeks jiggled.

"Let’s see if you’re as tight as I hope you are, huh?"

Keeping her bent with my arm tight around her neck, I stopped groping her tits and spat on my free hand. Rubbed the dripping saliva on my dick. Pressed the wet tip between her legs until it found an entry and lodged. I shoved with my hips, felt the head of my cock poke and rip into her dry, tight little butthole.

She started screeching and bucking underneath me, gagging and retching, snot flying from her nose. I felt the muscles in her neck straining and bent her back even more. I was choking her, crushing her throat, not letting her get much air. I spit again and used it to lube my shaft, not wanting to give up the little headway I’d made.

The knot of muscle in her anus was clenched tight around me, and I had a long way to go. I shoved again, harder. Slipped in an inch, then two, then three. She’d stopped shaking her head; now her whole body was trembling violently as I entered her. I backed out a little, giving an inch to gain a yard. Shoved. Felt her flesh tear, felt the first trickle of warm blood. The blood helped. Kept up the pressure this time until I broke all the way through into her rectum. Pushed until I had my full length of hard, swollen meat buried inside her. Sighed as her ass muscles spasmed around my dick.

A cold, wet gust of wind blew through the cabin. Stoking the fire. Chilling me, like an icy finger drawn down my spine.

The bitch under me screamed into her gag. Her body shook violently.

I eased the pressure around her neck and let her go. Let her fall, gasping and panting, back onto the mattress. Something...a voice, low and insistent whispered in the back of my mind. I untied the bitch’s gag. Tossed the wet nylons across the room. Wrapped my hands around her tiny waist and adjusted her hips to a better angle. The voice, the chant in my head became louder, more insistent. Coaxing...

Pleading...

Demanding...

I groped around blindly and found my knife, sheathed on the floor. Pulled the blade and held it up, my fingertips on the leather-wrapped hilt, turning it, watching the flickering light of the fire play on the steel.

Fascinated.

Lost...

The light, dark and red and flowing...

Like fresh blood...

Another chill ran through me, and then a warm, burning sensation settled into my gut, bringing me back...

I grabbed another handful of the bitch’s hair, jerked the panting, terrified woman up off the mattress. Felt her ass settle down to the base of my cock. I tickled her flesh with the cutting edge of my blade.

The bitch, snot dripping from her tear-stained face, her voice low and hoarse, whispering: "No no no no no..."

I closed my eyes.

I could almost hear the blood pounding in her soft, tender throat. The strange voice was roaring in my head, urging me on…

I licked my lips in anticipation. Opened my eyes.

The voice in my head went quiet.

"Now, bitch." I grated through clenched teeth. "Let’s hear you really scream."

***

Eventually, I got tired of just raping her ass, wanted to feel her sweet, pretty cunt for the first time. I cut the zip ties from her arms and legs, sliced apart the pair of stockings I’d used for her gag and tied the bitch face down on the lower bunk, spread-eagled on the mattress, her wrists and ankles secured to the thick pine bedposts. Raised her limbs a few inches above her body, to drain the blood and keep them numb, just in case she got any crazy thoughts about trying to pick apart the knots and get away. I dropped the knife to the floor and crawled back onto the bed, more excited than ever.

She grunted hoarsely when I eased between her spread legs and took her, cramming my raw penis into her sweaty gash. I wrapped my hands around her neck and choked her while I fucked her, savoring her pathetic cries for help, then the weak gasps for air. Crushing her with my body. Pounding into her as hard as I could, smacking my belly against her buttocks, pulling slowly back, fucking her hard, over and over.

The room stank of fear and sweat and sex, mixed with the coppery tang of blood and the pungent odor of wood smoke.

The voice came back, stronger this time. Whispering…

My orgasm built in a rush, shooting from deep in my balls. I came in a flood and collapsed on top of her bloody, sweat-slick back. Satiated for now; half awake, enjoying the feel of the hot stickiness covering her slim form.

Lying there, I listened to the whispers running through my mind. The bitch groaned and finally passed out, exhausted.

Her ragged breathing gently lulled me to sleep.

Outside, the quiet of the night was finally broken. Strange, misshapen shadows slipped through the trees towards the cabins. The shadows took form, crowded into the cover of the tall pine trees circling the clearing, dripping scummy water and oozing pussy slime from gnarled, leathery bodies. Vacant black pits in place of eyes gleamed in the silvery darkness.

A cold wind rustled the branches of the trees. The whispers became a singsong chant...

One of the creatures shuffled into the clearing, trailing wet muck. It crept to the cabin, quietly climbing the steps onto the low porch, and slowly and painfully reached out. It scraped long, sharp claws across the door, tearing jagged splinters from the rotting wood panels.

***

I wasn’t out long before the bitch woke me up. She was still crushed underneath me, but now she was squirming and moaning to beat the band. My dick had popped out of her cooze while we where asleep, but I was painfully hard again, my cock smashed into the crack of her her wiggling ass, and my first vague thought was to ream her asshole until I zonked out again. It took a moment to realize that something else was goading me awake. The whispering in my head had slowly and surely become a loud chorus of unearthly, rasping voices, and I knew that was what had pulled me out of my stupor.

My cock twitched. I looked down at the bitch, who was staring at the cabin door. She ignored me completely, like I wasn’t even there. Her entire body was taut and trembling with fear, her dark eyes wide and terrified. I followed her gaze, and suddenly felt an overwhelming, alien presence outside. For a second, I wondered if the cops had found me; but then, why would the bitch be acting so freaked out? She should be screaming and shouting for joy, if that was the case.

Reluctantly, I pushed off her and stood, my dick sticking straight out, twitching. The fire had burned down to embers, and a soft red glow bathed the cabin, casting flickering shadows on the plywood walls. Trying to get my wits back, I took a tentative step towards the door, and the bitch about had a shit fit.

"No no no no no no..." She thrashed around even harder, wildly shaking her head back-and-forth, clenching and unclenching her tiny little hands.

"Will you shut the fuck up?" I hissed. I picked up my knife, felt it’s familiar weight in the palm of my hand, and slid another step closer to the door, straining to hear a sound, or a voice; any noise that might give me a clue as to what might be outside. I wondered if it was some dumb animal that had us both so spooked. Maybe a bear, wandering around, looking for trash. I’d feel like an idiot if it was just a deer, or a raccoon. Or a damn mouse...

I touched the door with my fingertips, put my ear against it. Listened.

Nothing.

I shook my head and snorted in disgust. What a fucking pussy. Scared half out of my wits because this stupid bitch was freaking out?

"Fuck this," I whispered, and reached for the lock.

The bitch almost had a stroke. "Prease! Prease! D-d-d-don’t..."

I glared at her, pissed. Then my mouth curled into a smile. "What? You scared?"

The bitch swallowed. Glanced at the door and nodded wildly. "Y-yes... S-s-something bad out there..."

"There’s nothing out there."

"You wrong. S-something bad. Very bad outside..."

"Fucking stuped cunt," I snarled, "I’ll show you there’s nothing out there. Is that what you want?"

She shrank away from me as I loomed over her. "NO! No! Prease..."

"There’s nothing fucking out there, you stupid cunt! What the fuck! Wake me up and fuck with me! Here! We’ll go out together, if you’re so scared!"

"No! no no no..." She was thrashing again, crying, tears streaming down her sweet, pretty cheeks. Vainly trying to get away from me. I couldn’t tell if she was more scared of me, or what she thought was outside. I cut her legs free, then her wrists. Grabbed a handful of hair and dragged her along the floor to the door. She fought me, smacking at my legs and groin until I thumped the back of her skull with the butt of the knife. She went limp, just for a second. Long enough for me to shoot open the bolt and throw open the door.

She moaned loudly, and I felt her body shudder. I took a deep, unconscious breath, and dragged her out onto the porch.

***

The moon was full and had risen high, almost exactly over the cabin; casting a fine, pale white light, illuminating the clearing out to the edges of the forest. I licked my lips and took a better grip on the knife. I was completely pissed off, but something still held me back from rushing straight out. I took a look around, saw nothing but deep shadows past the dark barrier of pines. The bitch was clinging to my leg, her arms wrapped tight around my upper thigh, her body slick with sweat. She was panting hard, her chest heaving. eyes shooting from one edge of the forest to the other.

I ran my hand down my face, along the stubble on my jaw. Felt the tension slowly ease out of my muscles. "See? You stupid cunt. There’s nothing out here."

The bitch just shook her head and scooted even closer to me, staring straight ahead now.

"There..." she whispered. "They...out...there..."

"Will you fucking stop that? There’s nothing here!"

I gripped her around her slim upper arm, and dragged her down the steps. She freaked again, started yelping like a puppy getting beaten, and fought me, scratching my belly with her long red fingernails, hard enough to draw blood.

"Son of a fucking bitch!" I roared, and shoved her away from me.

"No! No!" She screamed. She stared at the forest and scuttled quickly back to me, grabbing at my ankles.

I stepped away from her clawing hands and kicked the bitch once in the side, hard enough to send her flying. She fell in a heap, clutching her ribs and sobbing pathetically.

And then a woman, absolutely the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, stepped naked out of the woods into the clearing.

And around us, the world stopped dead.

***

Jong-Seon knew she was in bad trouble as soon as the man in the mask grabbed her at the store. She knew that even if she gave him all the money she had, the man was probably going to hurt her, perhaps even kill her. When he tied her up, for a second, she had a glimmer of hope that he might leave her there, lying on the cold concrete floor, until her husband realized she was much too late closing the store and came to look for her. She knew that after their argument over the phone, that rescue might’ve taken hours, and instead of relief when her husband found her alive and well, he would’ve been even angrier with her for being stupid enough to let herself get robbed - and yet even more upset with her for letting the man take the money.

Shameful as it would be, she could have lived with that knowlege.

But the minute the man took her with him, when she found herself rolling around in the back of his van, she knew for a certainty that her life was likely over, that she would never see her children again.

Strangely enough, as bad as that thought was, Jong-Seon didn’t expect that things could get even worse.

She was so scared, so fixated on all the ways she thought he might kill her, she didn’t even bother to think about the fact that he might rape her. By then, she was resigned to the fact that he would kill her after he had driven far enough away from the store, but the actual rape was almost even worse. By the end, she was in so much pain and so exhausted and so humiliated, that all she wanted was for him to kill her. After a time she begged him to; but in the haze of pain, she babbled to him in Korean, not English. By the time he finished brutalizing her and finally passed out, she wondered if he might not kill her outright at all, but keep her tied naked to the bed, a prisoner to use when he wished.

She wept silently, snatching quick, panting breaths, while the man snored on top of her, his breath foul on her skin and his stinking sweat dribbling down her bruised flanks; she sobbed while he crushed her with his weight, his thick penis still lodged tight inside her.

And then she heard the chanting.

At first, she thought she imagined the voices, that her traumatized mind was playing tricks. But the voices grew louder, and she could hear a rustling outside the cabin; the soft sound of footsteps, bringing with them an overwhelming sense of dread.

And then the voices abruptly stopped.

Jong-Seon waited, holding her breath, tears borne of fear bubbling over and falling down her heated face. Even in the sudden silence, she knew something was outside. Some thing that wasn’t either human or animal.

Some awful, horrible thing that was even worse than the man who had just kidnapped and raped her.

And then something scratched at the door.

***

The woman stepped close enough that I could’ve grabbed her, if I’d wanted, and smiled. She touched me lightly on the chest, sending a sharp pain through me, like she’d poured a tiny droplet of acid on my skin, and suddenly my body went numb. She began tracing a pattern on my chest and my belly, the burning sensation following the movement of her slender fingers, like she was dragging a white hot needle through my flesh. I could feel my heart pounding, feel the blood burning in my ears. I could vaguely hear the stupid bitch still babbling hysterically, but she sounded far, far away.

When the woman in front of me finally spoke, her lips never moved. Instead, her voice blossomed in my head.

"You are the one."

I couldn’t move. I tried to lick my lips. "Wh-what?" I managed to mumble, as she circled behind me, clawing her fingernails into my skin.

"You will be our savior."

She came full around, placed both her hands on my chest. She looked into my eyes, and hers glowed in the silver moonlight. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and suddenly she was pressed against me, kissing me, her tongue hot and insistent. There was another explosion of burning pain as she wrapped herself around me, and then we were falling backwards. When we hit the ground my breath exploded into her mouth. She straddled me easily, then she smiled down upon me and took my cock in her hand. She hovered over me like that for a long, agonizing moment, her lush breasts brushing my chest, her pointed little nipples sending searing bursts of agony through me as they grazed my torso. Then her hips gyrated slowly, and suddenly I was sinking into her.

It was like dipping my cock into an open flame. She braced her hands on my bleeding chest, smiled sweetly at my screams, and pushed herself erect until her pussy swallowed me whole.

And then she beckoned to the things waiting in the woods.

I never noticed as the wet, shambling things surrounded the stupid bitch. I never heard her screams as they tore her apart and devoured her while their queen took me there in the dirt and mud. I never noticed when the things moved back into the woods, dragging gory bits and pieces of what was left of the stupid bitch, leaving bloody trails as they returned to the lake.

***

"I think we’re screwed." Rhonda said. "No one’s been this way for years."

Rhonda and Barb had decided to have an adventure. Both newly divorced, they decided to celebrate, and spent a long three-day weekend gambling at the new indian casino and resort. They’d had a grand time the last couple days, taking in a few shows, eating nice dinners, drinking too much and losing more money than either had planned on the slots. but on the way home, instead of hopping on the new freeway, they’d taken a back road to the main highway, and had promptly gotten lost. They were going to backtrack the miles and head back to the casino, when they saw a sheriff’s car, parked and idling next to a dilapidated old, closed mini-market. Relieved, Barb had asked for directions, and the sheriff said they were actually pretty close to where they wanted to be, and pointed them north, right up the mountain. His directions seemed a little wacky, and Rhonda had frowned at the time.

But Barb insisted she knew where she was going again, so Rhonda had kept her mouth shut.

That was more than three hours ago. A mostly empty gas tank, a freak snowstorm, and a blown-out tire ago.

Now, they were pulled off to the side of an old gravel road next to some long lost summer camp, shivering in Barbs car, with no sign of civilization in sight. Neither of them was dressed for the weather; the clothes they’d brought were for sitting at blackjack tables or dining with the other hotel guests, not spending time sitting in a freezing car in the snow. Rhonda wore a light sweater, and when they’d looked for the spare tire, Barb had found an old blanket in the trunk of the car that they now had wrapped tightly around themselves.

Rhonda was pissed, and was through silently cursing her friend. "Why didn’t you check your spare before we left?"

"I did! I mean, it was there. I just didn’t think to check if it had air."

"Dammit, Barb! We never should’ve come this way."

"Fuck. I know." Barb smacked the steering wheel. "You’re right. I can’t figure out why... Hey!"

"What?"

"Lights!" Barb peered into her rearview mirror. "Headlights! We’re saved!"

"What? Where?" Rhonda twisted in the seat, and realized her seatbelt was still on. She unhooked it as Barb unlocked and opened the drivers side door. Even with the hazard lights blinking, with the luck they were having, Rhonda half-figured the car would drive right on by. "Hey, Barb, wait...!"

Rhonda managed to fumble her seatbelt off and joined Barb out in the freezing cold, shouting and waving at the car to pull over. They were illuminated by its headlights as it drew close.

"They’re stopping!" Barb clapped happily as it veered off the road and parked behind them.

The headlights blinded them, but they squinted into the light, and jumped and hugged as the driver’s door opened.

"You ladies alright?" Came a deep voice.

Relief flooded through them. Barb held her hand up to shade her eyes from the glare as a tall figure strode forward. Rhonda heard her friend let out a tiny yelp of suprise at the tall figure who strode forward into the light.

The sheriff stepped close to the women, smiling, looking them up and down. He had his baton out, smaking it into the palm of his black leather glove. "Looks like you’re having some car trouble."

Bothe women took an unconscious step backwards. "Um." Barb glanced nervously at Rhonda, who blinked. "We...we’ve got a flat tire..."

"Oh yeah?" He said. "I can help you with that. Let’s take a look..."

"Okay..." Barb said.

The women stepped aside, and Rhonda felt the sheriff brush past her, and then there was a blur of movement, and a loud cra-ack as he lashed out with the baton, catching Barb full in the side of the head. She fell to the ground like a rock, without making a sound. Rhonda screamed and turned to run, but he was on her in an instant, grabbing a fistful of her hair, spinning her back around and driving her face into the trunk of Barb’s car. There was a sudden blast of pain and a burst of light behind Rhonda’s eyes as he smashed her face into the hood again and again, until she went limp.

Rhonda groaned, tasting blood, as the sheriff wrenched her arms around and handcuffed her wrists behind her.

"Stupid fucking bitch," he muttered, and let Rhonda fall loosely to the ground. She watched helplessly, her vision blurred, as he bent to attend to Barb, flipping her onto her back and binding her wrists with heavy plastic zip-ties. The sheriff picked Barb’s limp form up and shouldered her easily, then carried her to his cruiser. He tossed her into the back seat and slammed the door shut.

Rhonda heard his boots crunch in the snow as he came back for her. She tried to scoot away from the sound, mewing weakly, whimpering like an animal.

"Where do you think you’re going, bitch?"

Rough hands grabbed Rhonda by the upper arms and dragged her to her feet. The sheriff threw her face first over the hood of Barb’s car. She bounced of the cold metal and tried to wiggle away, but he smashed her face into the unforgiving metal again. Stars burst behind her eyes, and Rhonda groaned, the fight going out of her in a rush.

He spread her legs, wedging his body between them, and kicked her feet out from under her. Rhonda started to slip off the car, but her ass bumped into his crotch, and he pinned her like that, bent over the trunk with her ass in the air. He took off his gloves and rubbed his hands over her butt, enjoying the feel of her tight black slacks on his fingertips.

"Damn, bitch! You two looked pretty tasty back at the casino, for older cunts. I liked your friend too, but you... Well. You had some huge fucking tits. And your ass... Mmm-mmm!" The sheriff slapped her butt hard, and his voice drifted off with a wet slurp. Rhonda heard a click, and then the sheriff was waving six inches of sharp, bright, pointed steel in front of her face.

"I think we’ve got plenty of time before someone drives by, don’t you think?" Rhonda could see the sheriff grin, his teeth white and gleaming, his face dark and twisted weirdly in the reflection of the knife blade. "Hell yes. Plenty of time, seeing as I own this land were on, this whole camp. Shit, these roads have been blocked to through traffic for so long, nobody comes up here without my permission anyway. So we got plenty of time to fool around, before I take you to meet some friends of mine." The sheriff grinned, thinking of a joke. "I’m sure you and your lady friend in my car’ll be hungry by morning. I know my friends are always starving. We’ll all have breakfast together. Anyway, till then, what say we see what you’ve got hiding under all these clothes, hey bitch?"

The sheriff pulled at the seat of Rhonda’s slacks and dug the knife point into the seam running up her ass, and ripped. He cut with the sharp knife until the seam split, and then he sawed at the waistband, until Rhonda’s slacks split into two pieces and slipped down her thighs.

"Huh." He grunted. "Not a big fan of your panties bitch. Plain as all hell. We’ll need to get rid of these fuckers right now."

Rhonda sobbed, her breath steaming the trunk as he tore off her white cotton panties, exposing her plump ass to the freezing air. He ran his rough, calloused hands over her butt, probing and proding at her rectum and pussy with his strong fingers.

"Please don’t do this," she pleaded. "Please let us go. We didn’t do anything. We..."

"Will you shut the fuck up?" The sheriff laughed out loud, grabbed a fistful of Rhonda’s hair, and bounced her face lightly off the hood a few times. Hard enough to quiet her down, not hard enough to really hurt her much. He laughed at her squeals as her body bonged into the metal trunk and bounced off. "Shit bitch," he chuckled. "I think you just tried to bargain with me."

Fresh blood trickled from Rhonda’s nose, over her cracked and swollen lips as he went to work with his knife, slicing away her sweater, then her blouse. Cutting until Rhonda’s clothes hung in tattered rags, leaving only her lacy white bra untouched.

"There." The sheriff folded his knife and tucked it away in his belt. He cocked his head and admired his handywork, liking the way the bitch’s muscles twitched as she shivered with cold and fear. "Now will you look at that," he mused. "There’s something I just don’t understand. Why women will fork out the money to buy a nice, pretty bra, but still go and wear butt-ugly panties." He shook his head. "Just don’t make a bit of fucking sense."

Rhoda lay prone on the car, panting, fighting to stay conscious. Desperately trying to think of some way to get away while he ran his hands over her body, exploring. She struggled with the handcuffs, pulling until her wrists cut and bled. His hands slipped up her belly and over her breasts, squeezing the tender flesh painfully hard. "Owwwww....!!" She gasped when he pinched and kneaded her erect nipples. Her thoughts were fuzzy, from pain and cold and fear.

And then he abruptly let her go. Rhonda smacked back down on the car. The air went out of her in a whoosh, and all her vague thoughts of escape vanished the second she heard the sound of his zipper being pulled open. He was quiet now too, except for his breath, which was coming in ragged gasps as he stood over her bent body, reached into his pants and pulled out his scarred, massive cock. Rhonda jumped as it flopped down on her ass with a meaty smack. She gasped as the thick knot of his cock’s swollen head suddenly crammed into her pussy. He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him, the same time thrusting with his hips.

Rhonda screamed.

It felt like she was being ripped in half, like someone had shoved a gnarled old tree branch deep into her guts.

And then he bent over her, grabbed her tits, and started to fuck her.

***

When he finished, the sheriff tossed the bitch into the backseat of his car with her friend, who was either still out cold, or dead. He didn’t really care which. She was okay looking, but he’d just nailed the one he wanted, the one with the monster titties. And by the time he got her back to the lake, it wouldn’t matter much anyway. The creatures preferred their meat living, but as long as it was fresh they weren’t too choosy.

He lit a smoke and took a long, deep drag, flicking the match into a loose pile of snow. He looked up at the clouds. They’d begun to clear, letting the moon shine through. He reached into his jacked and pulled out a cell phone, pressed a button. It took a few rings before someone answered.

"Zeke?" He said, blowing a jet of smoke. "Hey there. Yep, it’s me. Sorry to call so late, but I’ve got an abandoned car for your chop shop, if you want to come and get it." The sheriff listened for a second, peered in at the women lying in his cruiser. Took another hit on the cigarette. "Yep. Yep, you bet. You drag this back to the shop and come on over for dessert. Well, one’s spoken for, if you know what I mean." He grinned at Barb, then at Rhonda. "But there’s leftover’s enough for both of us to share."

~ Fin ~

 I shot back out and up the stairs with one hell of a screach. Gran and mum,responded,"God what's happened?" - "Its grandad,I've just seen his thing,he's all naked" They didn't see my side,both laughing, "Oh is that all,we thought you'd been stung or something" - "They were dangling and all saggy" - "Oh his balls, - giggling, they're not always saggy" and that was that,no more was said. But I had that vision and now what mum had said; 'They're not always saggy' I knew what boys balls looked like,as far as I could see they were in a tight wrinkled bag with a seam up the middle as though it had been sown by a sowing machine. But in that moment,no wrinkles and I couldn't see any seam.

 I suppose out of curiosity more than any sexual reason,I determined to see them again on grandad,this time when they were like my brother's. All tight and wrinkly. Weekends came and went until,with warmer weather the pool was filled and as always grandad weathered the cold water and was first in,it was still so cool that he went in alone except for mum who had no intention of being done down by grandad. She went in,bravely ducked under the water a couple of times and quickly came out bluish and shivering like an autumn leaf on a tree.

 Before she managed to grab a warm towel from gran I saw mum's nipples were sticking out all hard like. "Christ,its freezing,you kid's! don't you bother in,ignore grandad,he'll freeze his nuts off just to prove he's tough. I followed mum up to wipe and change into clothes. "Mum,grandads nuts,is it his balls that you mean?" - "Yes love" Mum stood naked in front of me,with her oreoles crinkled so tight with the cold and her nipples sticking out proudly. I giggled. "What,What's making you giggle? Emma" - "Those,they're all crinkly and hard,do you think grandad's nuts will be all crinkly as well?" - "You can bet they will,always assuming they haven't fell off with the cold like the proverbial brass monkey's"

 The 'brass monkey' bit was lost on me as my fertile brain had other thing to think about. Alway's assuming grandad's nuts hadn't frozen off,I knew this would be my opportunity to peep at grandad and see if his balls were all crinkly and tight up like mum's oreoles like she had said all those weeks back. I was set on inobtrusively getting a look. I found grandad now out of the water and towelling down. I could see it all looked small inside his trunks,so I concluded it must have become tight. Without further ado,grandad pulled down and kicked his old fashion trunks off. There it was,his balls were still attached to his dicky and solid tight,but OMG. his dicky was shrunken so small compared to when I'd last seen it. He stood and wiped into his groins exactly like he always told us to do.

 Thus far he practiced what he preached. Then he wiped all in his bum groove and came back again to his penis. It was as though I was invisible. I had no intension of freaking and being laughed at by gran and mum,OH NO! I stood my ground and sneakily watched as grandad wiped and pulled at his foreskin. This made me even more facinated,because as I watched, before my very eyes while grandads balls stayed tight his dick began getting longer and I mean much longer. The more he warmed it with the roughness of the towel the longer it dangled. I was awe struck. By the time he said that's better,it was dangling at least twice as long as when I'd seen it in the bathroom. He put the towel round his waist, "Come on Em' lets get something hot to drink" He led,I followed.

 Again I had what I'd call now, an eyeful. The towel had - the way he'd tucked it, a slit at his back,in other words for modesty,he would not show his penis to the adult women inside through it the slit being at the front. As I was following I could see his bum crack and hard ball sac,bubbling along between his legs,but more to the point his dick wobbling from side to side in front of his balls. Another memory for the minds memory bank,this time in movie form. I had reached puberty by now,but had no idea why I was taking such an interest in grandad's middles. But I knew it excited me,as did peeping at my brother peeing,well not only peeing, By now I'd worked out he spent a lot of time shaking his penis off to remove any pee dribble's like mum told me to use a tissue to do.

 But my peeping became an obsession after my brother shook it so much that a lot of milky stuff shot out the end of it. It had to happen, He caught me watching. "Why are you watching me wank off sis' its what boys do" - "What was that white stuff then? pee's like yellow water" - Crudely now, with a laugh, "Spunk,want some" He had some on his finger and wiped it on my cheek. I jerked back and not thinking, "I'll tell mum you done that" - "Don't you dare,now you've watched me,I'll have to kill you" I ran screaming from him,I knew he was kidding but he knew equally I didn't tell mum everything unlike some of my friends. He looking down at me over the bannister with his cock poking through the rails. Ran the end of his finger over the top of his dick and flicked the residue at me.

 I was gone but quickly stopped and ran my hand along the original smear,looked and tasted his spunk as I knew it was,I wasn't that dumb. More a case of being facinated at how powerfully it shot out his dick. I tended to act innocent or dumb as some thought I was. I wasn't,I had found quite early on that this ploy let me find things out as people done things in front of me that they wouldn't if I had been so smart as I really was. Like grandad showing his thing growing longer,thinking it had gone over my head.

 So with puberty,came awareness. I found boys were interested in my body,so as I thought,why not grandad. I felt that I owed him because un-knowingly he'd shown me what a real man's penis was like as opposed to the boys smaller version that various boys seemed obsessed with getting out when near me and my friends. Yeah,we rubbed them for them and in turn they played with our titty's but we were not apt to let them touch us between the legs much,well that is except one. She even let them take it in turns to put their's in her while we looked on. Not just one mind,she let them have turns,one after the other. We were shy about it but kept looking.

 So armed with these experiences,I wondered one; If I could make grandad hard and two; If I could watch him shoot off like my brother. The third I thought about now as I'd started masterbating,but that's all,of course it was. THINKING! What it would feel like to have a real man's dick in me,a big one like grandad's not the one's my friend kept having. I reasoned after all,those boys had to take it in turns and still she wanted more. My gran never needed another after grandad.

 So,I had this plan purely by accident. We would sit playing cards and my grandad always sat on a puffe opposite me,while anyone else sat either next or at the sides to me. When this had first occured to me was when my pubic bush was well grown,although I was very advanced in that area according to mum. Well my bush was a dark auburn and mum said my pussy was very mature for my age. She explained that it meant,my inner labia was becoming of woman proportions. My flaps were quite pronounced and got very touchy by this time and went rather pinky brown when I played or felt fruity,which now was on most days.

 I had a tendancy to always wear dresses or skirts at weekends and as I liked almost see through knickers I thought nothing of sitting with my legs slightly apart. At first I thought nothing of grandad staring towards me a lot,in fact I thought he was trying to see what cards I had. He always seemed to have his cards just right to make everyone think he was looking at his own hand. Anyway,I tended to move my hand and he didn't take any notice,his eyes always stayed in the direction of his own hand. But I then noticed that when the sun shone very brightly he had an almost secret smile on his lips.

 It made me notice that the sun was warm on my inside thighs as it brightened. What I didn't notice was when the warmness happened I tended to open my thighs more. Understand I was not aware of doing this until I started to wonder if grandad could see my knickers. I closed and after a while opened my thighs. It was then that I realised,grandad was looking at what ever I was showing. So I played this game of peep for a bit and there was no doubt he was looking up my legs. I found a reason to get up and as the low table was moved,grandad was forced to slightly stand up a bit.

 I made a note of whether he had a bulge in his trouser's. He did but not a big bulge. So I ran upstairs and pulling up my dress I looked to see what grandad could see of my panty's. I was doubtful if he could see more than the colour and mesh like material Then quite by accident of the moment the sun shone brightly through the window and I went scarlet. With my dress high up around my waist,I realised the bright sun penetrated my knicker material,clearly showing my bushy fur and as I was stood,the puffy darkness of my labia. I sat on the end of the bed and was relieve that when opening my legs my labia had disappeared under me somewhat but a clear groove of my pussy was still showing.

 I was shocked but excited. So started the tormenting of my grandad. I returned downstairs and sat back in my place. I now kept my legs open more than before and got hot as I watched grandad looking at my pussy fur. I took an opportunity when gran needed to move to pop out and supposedly have a swig of water. What I really done was put my hand up my dress and pulled my knicker's a bit to one side. I knew this was exposing part of my puffy pussy parts and just the smigging of my pussy's slit. I sat not really interested in the card game,my focus was if I could get grandad hard.

 His eyes were rivetted to my thighs,and I knew by my sensations he could just see my naked slit. Then the game finished and I made an exaggerated opening of my legs, - which only grandad noticed. and kept them apart for him to get a good eyeball at. I knew I'd affected his penis because he made awkward actions to let people past him. He definately didn't want to stand up just now. When he did eventually stand,there was a minimal bulge but a little wet stain on his trousers just down from the waistband. I knew he rarely wore underwear so it had to be juice. I was over the moon,I'd made my grandad horny.

 By our next visit,I'd made plans. I had a holely pair of panty's and I purposely wore them. To say holely,there was more hole than panty. I think some bleach or other had got on them and so my skin poked through in the most dramatic ways. One major hole was right where my pussy lips were and a couple of others were at the back allowing portions of my bum cheeks to press through. I put my plan into operation. Whenever grandad was anywhere near the stairs I made sure I was either at the top looking over or at the bottom going up. - Going up the bottom,my bottom was the factor I was showing. I even got a ball stuck in the apple tree,then got grandad to hold the stepladder while I climbed high up and wobbled a lot to make him look up my dress

 This time grandad couldn't hide his bulge,I had it showing time and time again over this long weekend. I knew I had him,as late on the second night I heard gran say, "Josh,what ever's got into you,how much longer are you going to be doing me? aren't you ever going to be satified" The bed remained on squeak squeak till I eventually fell to sleep. Then I played my ace,literally. I talked them into cards,grandad fell into my torture trap. Appearing late from outdoors,he attempted to sit to one side. Gran done for him,in your usual place boy,I'm not having you sit next to me so you can cheat by peeping at my cards. Following a denial,he reluctantly took his usual place.

 I know you,I see you looking at Emma's then letting her win because you know what cards she has. I went all hot when gran said 'looking at emma's. For a second I thought gran had twigged what he was really looking at. So with holely panty's I tormented for the next hour. It broke up and I knew grandad was as horny as a rabbit. He just had to be,he'd spent a complete hour looking at what amounted to my naked young pussy. He disappeared very quickly and I was secetly on his case. He'd headed into the bathroom and listening intently it wasn't long before I heard the familiar sounds I associated with my brother wanking off. I had first hand knowledge of the changes in these sounds and as I adjudged he was going to cum off. Quietly pushed the door open just as his cum squirted out and into the wash basin. His trousers round his ankles and with his bum jerking as though he was fucking. Eyes closed he neither heard or knew I was watching him.

 He squeezed the end to finish and as his body was partly turned away from the door,but not enough to stop me seeing the end spurt its cum. He opened his eyes and realising he was not alone just stood with a dumb look on his face. He put a shhh! finger up to his lips then wiggled it to say go out. I did. He caught up with me out in the garden. "What did you see Emm' anything?" 'No grandad,I'd just come in to wash my hands,the cards made them sticky like yours' "Yeah,that's right,my belt must have undone when we were playing and with my wet hands I thought it better to leave 'em down till I'd finished washing my hands. I was joyous,he wasn't daft,he knew I'd seen what he was up to. What he didn't realise I'd achieved another milestone. I had seen just how big my gran had had in the night and the sort of size I would get when I got married. That was an awful lot of sperm too,far more than my brother's. 

 So with many more times over the years of tormenting grandad. Here I was at twenty four,blatently flashing grandad with all around including my husband, not having a clue what was going on between us. From the side of his mouth grandad say's "You little bitch,you'll be the death of me one day" I grin, "Not today though eh?" He sat back down across from me as I once more opened my legs to show him my husband's sperm trickling in a tear from my now much larger pussy. Compiritally, "how long ago?" I glanced at the clock, 'You know gramp,I saw you watching us and I saw what you were doing' a dirty flicker crossed his lips. "Another of our little secrets eh! You tormenting little hussy" I popped my legs open and shut a number of times until I could feel the spunk sticking on my inner thighs. "Little bitch you are" That dirty little grin again, "What would I do without you?"

 That's it.  

 Believe it or not, my main function is to strike terror into the hearts of our enemies, the Red state people, through guerrilla warfare and terrorist activities.  Unfortunately they won the best two out of three falls and my purpose no longer has meaning. However that has nothing to do with carrying out my prime directive.

 Civil War 2 broke out shortly after a cloned Right, Connors 5, was declared president of the USA by the Supreme Court, after the hotly contested election of 2052 that had brought out nearly three-quarters of the newly qualified voters as decided by the Supreme Court in its landmark decision in the case of Bilbo vs Obama. The judicial writ effectively disenfranchised ninety percent of the current US population. Only those who met one of the following set of qualifications were declared fit to cast ballots in any national election.

 A qualified voter had to be worth at least ten million dollars, as determined by the IRS, a member of the upper three levels of corporate management for organizations with annual sales in excess of ten billion dollars, a baptized member of the US Church of the Crusader, members of Congress and their immediate families, those made voters by Congressional action and members of the US Army of Freedom, which was currently carrying out campaigns on three continents. Once it became common knowledge that the cloned Right, Connors 5, was none other than a physically improved version of Connors 2, it was all over as far as who would provide the leadership for the USA in future generations.

 Of interest, Connors 3, the brother of Connors 2, was the last US president to be fettered by the 22nd Amendment, since repealed. He was forced to end his tenure in 2021. He in turn was succeeded in office by his brother, Connors 4, who held the office of US President for thirty-two years, despite a number of severely debilitating illnesses, which caused him to be put on a ventilator and kept alive via a feeding tube, until he was well past one hundred years of age.

 During the final eleven years of his term in office, the acting president of the country, in reality, was his much younger wife  who he had wed shortly before taking office. You talk about poetic justice. It was the election of 2012 when the opposition party ran a woman against Connors 3, that effectively destroyed them as a political force, ultimately paving the way for the Right Party to take over totally. It was during the term of Connors 4 that the Right Party became the official political organization of the nation, selecting candidates for the various national offices that went on the official ballot used for all national elections.

 In 2054, three Blue states located on the Pacific Coast of the USA declared their intention of seceding from the nation. Negotiations between them and the national government failed, leading to a brief but decisive war, which left the three Blue states in radioactive ruins. Prior to the actual war, over ten million people with Red state leanings were allowed to migrate into the adjoining Red states. It became quite obvious to the national government that a land war would only play into the seceding states' hands after a disastrous campaign that cost them upwards of fory thousand casualties in the first month of the war.

 Although these particular Blue states had a significant population and a powerful economic infrastructure, not to mention approximately one hundred nuclear weapons located on various air bases, they were no match for the number of nuclear weapons that were launched from silos in various nearby Red states. Unfortunately the collateral damage to adjacent Red states was horrendous since the winds were blowing west to east during most of this period. The entire populations of eleven Red states were effectively eliminated, including the ten million folks who had been allowed to leave before the conflict began.

 In one of those quirky twists that happens on occasion, Blue state survivors attempted to migrate into Mexico, but were turned back by the Mexican army supported by the national militias of Texas and Oklahoma. During this turbulent  period, Connors 5 took this opportunity to successfully attack and effectively obliterate France with a suite of nuclear, chemical and biological weapons. The rest of Europe quicklydeclared their neutrality in any conflict involving internal USA issues. This action also silenced the complaints of the Canadian government concerning the loss of the city of Vancouver, which was taken out by accident by nukes targeted for Seattle.

 Connors 5, who had been appointed President of the USA for life by the Congress, which now consisted of only members of the Church of the Crusader, plus a few token representatives of the surviving Blue states, declared the remaining Blue states to be in a state of rebellion and Civil War 3 began in  2069. The number of nuclear weapons used by both sides was small in most cases with only an occasional city buster utlilized to remove such problem areas as New York and Boston. Unfortunately a few large Red state city populations such as St Louis and Atlanta were also eliminated in this manner. What turned the tide for the Red states was their ability to use clones to effectively overwhelm Blue state armies, and excise portions of the population deemed to be enemies of the Church of the Crusader.

 The overuse of chemical and biological weapons, plus poor battle management strategy on both sides finally resulted in a United States of America that consisted of only portions of six Southern states. The western border ended at Dallas, Tulsa was the northern limit, a rebuilt New Orleans the southern and the relatively small city of Dothan in Alabama was the eastern flank of what now was the USA. The new USA capital was located in Jackson, Mississippi.

 All people of color were forcibly relocated outside of the boundaries of the nation. Those who could, volunteered to become members of the Army of Freedom, which was still holding its own in Africa and South America, but had taken substantial losses in Asia. The remaining population that had been expelled was forced to make the trek south to Central America and beyond in an effort to find an area that could support them.

 Zombies such as myself and Elijah 47 were lost in the shuffle when the enforced racial purification started in what used to be the deep South. We have some very unique characteristics and capabilities. I find it oddly amusing, that is if I had a sense of humor, that both sides chose to develop ultimate weapons that they originally ridiculed or attempted to eliinate entirely. After all Connors 2 was four square against cloning for any purpose, yet there he was, a reborn clone himself. How strange is that? I guess his people were a lot more pragmatic than they were given credit for being. Without clones they not only didn't have a viable Connors to bring forward in 2052, they never would have won Civil War 3 so clearly.

 On the other side of that coin why would the high tech folk of the Blue states home in on voodoo as the spring board for the technology that produced the "zombies", an unstoppable force capable of endless cycles of reconstitution under all but the most stressing circumstances? Had the war lasted another year, the zombies might have tipped the balance since they were unmatched in guerrilla warfare, and were considered by friend and foe alike as the ultimate terrorists.

 All I know for sure about the process that resulted in my creation was that it involved a unique mineral found only in certain portions of Africa and the use of lightning to catalize it, causing the inert protoplasm to become animated. This for some reason that I truly do not understand infuriates those who profess to believe in an entity that created them , but not me. Getting back to my subject, it was a bizarre coincidence that the principles that led to mass scaling of clones was also responsible for the protoplasm that was used in the creation of we zombies.

 In point of fact the creation of the living dead had been pulled off on occasion by African witch doctors who were lucky enough to be in the right place with the right chemical soup when lightning literally struck. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, these poor creatures were unable to sustain life for more than a few days, but they sure raised hell during that period. This was the stuff of legends and the basis for the voodoo cults that took the magic of reanimating the dead to the New World. We are its ultimate result.

 The Blue state scientists gave us some very unique capabilities and over the top styling. I am so beautiful and well built, attributes that entice the male of the species that only something like fourteen percent of them capable of attaining an erection will not be moved to have sexual intercourse with me. These numbers have an uncertainty of plus or minus five percent. I prefer to believe the minus five percent numbers myself, based on my adventures over the past year.

 I stand one point eighty-eight meters tall, weigh approximately seventy kilos, despite the fact that I do not possess a skeleton support system, can bench press one hundred and fifty kilos twenty times and run the hundred meters in nine seconds flat. Giving me this sepia coloring was debated hammer and tongs for over six months before the first Mariah model rolled off the  assembly line. In actuality it tottered from the Lightning Chamber facility that had been set up in a secret location.

 Admittedly being a woman of color called attention to me, but that was the purpose once news got around about how deadly dangerous zombies such as I could be. The same argument held for the Elijah model as well, only he was as black as the ace of spades to not only terrify the Red staters, but also to evoke those deep seated forbidden feelings in members of the white female population.

 We are almost impossible to kill provided you don't know the trick to making any reconstitution an impossibility. During the first three months that we operated in Red state territory we lived high off the hog, so to speak. Our casualties were less than five percent, naturally all of them permanent kills, occurring by accident in all cases. We were responsible for well over three thousand deaths; damned few ever got away with just a missing limb. This may not sound lke much, but by this time the total Red state population was hovering around five million, still substantially larger than that of the Blue states.

 The Blue state commanders were planning on releasing upwards of five thousand zombies over the next year. Based on a projected kill ratio of three hundred to one, it wouldn't take long to reduce the total population of the Red states by nearly thirty percent, at which time they would be prepared to release another ten thousand to finish off the Red states permanently.

 Two things got in the way of this optimistic projection. The  Red state folks found our Achilles' heel,  but we might have survived that. However when coupled with the destruction of the manufacturing facility caused by a barrage of tactical nukes fired from the remaining US Army of Freedom missile submarine lying off shore just a few miles from the Lightning Chamber, we were cooked. As the old saying goes, the rest was history. This is when my personal story begins to get interesting, in a sick sort of way.

   ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

 

There were things in this lake even he was wary of.  

 

He came to the edge of the dock and inhaled the night air deeply, expanding his massive chest. Except for the water lapping at the dock, all was quiet. Few animals ever snuck out of the woods to drink or hunt here, and those that braved the lake only did so out of desperation.  And the people that built the camp where he lived, and this dock; they all disappeared long ago.

 

Another human hadn’t willingly stepped in these still woods in years.

 

A sharp, gore-stained hunting knife glittered in his free hand. More drying blood covered his naked body from head to toe. The faint smell of the blood and the dead meat he carried would attract those that lived in the lake, driving them into a blood-frenzy; but that was expected. The man was not afraid or overly concerned; he had made the offering many times before.

 

The scars covering his body would protect him with their magic, for a time. Not long, but time enough to finish his grisly chore, and keep the nameless things he served appeased for yet another day.

 

The splash came again, but louder, and now joined by another, and yet another, jarring the man from his reverie. He shook himself from the daze and reversed the knife in his grip, then bent over the body and stabbed the blade deep into the dead girls’ cold, mutilated flesh.

 

Her glazed eyes seemed to stare up at him, pleading. Vexed, he cut the eyes out of their sockets and threw them into the water for the waiting, hungry things to fight over. Then he gutted the body like a fish, working slowly and methodically, hacking off thick chunks of the pale flesh and tossing the offal into the water.

 

Instantly, the mirror surface around the dock turned into a frothing, churning mass of gnashing fangs.

 

The whorls of scar tissue covering his hairless body glowed red, then white-hot as the things fed. He whistled to himself while he finished his grisly chore, finally filling the corpses’ empty belly with heavy stones, and tossing the remains into the lake.

 

He watched her sink in a bloody cloud. He knew that even the bones would be gone by morning.

 

The man wiped sweat and blood from his eyes and started back to camp. The work had aroused him. The moon was still bright, calling him, and he still had two more pretty toys to play with before eventually, they too would find their ultimate fate at the water’s edge.

  

***

 

            “There’s a rest stop up ahead.”

 

            Mary’s husband Gus pointed at the faded, bullet-pocked green road sign as they passed.

 

            “Half a mile.” He turned to her and stretched, scratching at what was left of his wispy-grey hair. “Up for a break?”

 

            “I sure am.”

 

            Mary rubbed her tired, drooping eyes with the heel of her hand, trying to wipe away the scratchy, itchy-burning sensation that felt like sandpaper under her eyelids. It didn’t help. Hadn’t for hours, really. She was half-asleep, driving by instinct. Only Gus’s rip-saw snores from the passenger seat had kept her awake these last several miles. He’d finally mumbled something incoherent about pumpkins and woke up when she rolled down her window to get some fresh air.

 

            It was dusk; the purple streaks from the sunset were fading black, and the thick growth of trees lining the steep embankment blotted out what was left of the sunlight. She inhaled the cool night breeze blowing through the car and smelled the moist air from the creek running along the bottom of the hillside to their right.

 

They were on their way back North to Seattle from California, after a two-week visit with their daughter Jenny and her family. They loved the kids dearly, but after two weeks of hyper, sugar-fueled grandchildren; the non-stop, go-go-go to every theme park, marina, and beach in the state, as well as all of the other things they had cram in on the visit…

 

Mary knew they were finally getting old. Maybe they didn’t need the bifocal reading glasses yet (well, not her, anyway. Gus had his reading glasses stuck on top of his head and was rubbing the sore-looking red welts at the bridge of his nose), but they were both definitely on the cusp, on the slow downhill slide after fifty. And after two weeks away, they were both flat-out exhausted and perfectly glad to be getting home.

 

And to top it off, as if someone had to prove the point, just as they were crossing the border into Oregon, Mary took a wrong turn. They’d wound up winding through the mountains instead of going the easy way, straight up I-5. They just laughed when they finally figured out what happened. Not too big of a deal – they were still heading in generally the right direction, and the drive was nice and scenic.

 

Mary smiled at the memory of her grandkids as Gus pointed out the entrance to the rest stop. Gus grinned back at her with his own crooked smile; the very same one that had charmed her so when they met, way back in college. The only difference being that now, when Gus smiled at her, his face wrinkled up like a prune.

 

            Good Lord, she realized. We’re already old farts...

 

            “Penny for your thoughts?”

 

            He reached over the cup-holder and patted her hand. She looked down and was happy to note that the skin on her arms and the backs of her hands was still smooth and soft, tanned an even nut-brown from lying by the pool in Jenny’s backyard. No age spots yet.

 

            “Just wondering: why is it that I’m always more tired when we get back from a vacation than I was before we left?”

 

            Gus laughed. “Nobody ever said vacations were relaxing.”

 

            Mary giggled and pulled into an open space not far from an old brick bathroom and stopped the car next to a new, reflective sign set into the curb that listed the rules of the rest stop: No skateboarding, No overnight camping, No alcohol. All animals must be leashed. Above the sign was a map showing the layout of the area. The parking lot was shaped like a U, with another, larger parking strip hidden behind, back through the trees, past the day park and picnic tables.

 

            She turned off the ignition, sank back in the leather seat and sighed. Except for their car and a large 18-wheeler idling near the exit, the rest area was empty. Not a lot of traffic followed this route anymore. When the last of the sunlight faded away, automatic lights ticked on, illuminating the bathrooms and the parking strip. They opened the car doors and stepped out into the night air.

 

            “Oh, that’s better,” Gus groaned with relief and knuckled the small of his back.

 

            Suddenly, Mary’s bladder was near to bursting. All the coffee she’d sipped during the drive was ready to gush down her legs if she didn’t get to a toilet, fast.

 

            “I’ll be right back,” she said over her shoulder.

 

            “H’okay. I’ll just mosey around out here a bit.”

 

            The restroom was gloomy and dark and stank of old urine. Years worth of graffiti and old, brown cobwebs defaced the brick, the mirrors above the chipped sinks were just broken frames, and most of the lights were either flickering or out altogether. Moths and gnats swirled around the one steady bulb encased in a protective mesh above the door.

 

            Mary wrinkled her little nose. How quaint, she grimaced. It’s worse than going camping and having to poop out in the dirt.

 

None of the stalls had doors, two of the toilets had overflowed, and all of them faced the open doorway leading out to the parking lot.

 

            Eww. Yuck, yuck, yuck. Mary sighed and checked the last stall.

 

To her amazement, it was relatively clean and almost seemed in good repair. At least there wasn’t a pool of smelly brown water that she’d have to wade through in order to do her business, like the others. There were even a few scraps of rough brown toilet paper left on the roll. On the off-chance her luck would hold up, Mary checked, but there were no paper seat covers left in the dispenser. Not that it really mattered anyway. What was left of the lid to the toilet was cracked and chipped, and half of it was torn away.

 

            Oh well, she thought, pulling the hem of her light summer dress up to her hips. Beggars can’t be choosers.

 

            She pulled down her panties, and holding her dress up with one hand, squatted; awkwardly bracing herself by holding onto the paper dispenser and trying to lean over the bowl without actually touching it with her butt. And of course, she managed to lose her balance and almost fall in.

 

            Mary caught herself before there was any damage, and rolled her eyes.

 

            If Gus could see me now, I’d never hear the end of it.

 

She balanced on the lip of the cold, slimy bowl and sighed as the aching pressure in her bladder eased. While she pee’d, a toilet in the men’s room flushed, and she heard water running through the old pipes in the wall behind her.

 

Someone whistled and a long shadow slipped past outside, pausing at the open doorway. Mary closed her eyes and folded her dress over her knees, hoping no one would peek through the door while she tinkled. Anyone walking by the restroom door right then would get an eye-full, and the glare from the outside lights blinded her to anyone who might be watching.

 

            The whistling continued outside, and there was the click of a lighter, and a quick flash of light. Mary sniffed, smelled cigarette smoke. Then she heard heavy footsteps on the cement walkway, receding away from the restrooms towards the back parking lot.

 

Mary wiped quickly with the remaining bits of toilet paper and flushed. A few minutes later she walked briskly back to the car, shaking cold water from her hands. Gus was waving at the truck driver, who honked back and pulled the noisy rig out onto the old highway.

 

            She glanced around, feeling strangely uncomfortable, like she was being watched. But the lot was completely deserted now, other than Gus, who scratched his bald head as she approached.

 

            Leave it to Gus to make a friend out here in the middle of nowhere. I wish I could do that.

 

Mary smiled at her husband, attributing the feeling to coffee jitters and the long drive. She nodded at the truck as it melted into the darkness. “New buddy?”

 

            “That was a fella named Max. Max Davidson. Used to work at the railroad with old Elmer Cole, back when I was stationed in Tacoma. Small world, huh?” He grinned at her over the roof of the car. “Ready to get moving?”

 

            “Yep. Did you take a potty-break?”

 

            “Potty-break?” Gus laughed out loud. “Hon, you’ve been around the grandkids too long.”

 

            She laughed too, and unlocked the car. Gus looked concerned as she fumbled with the keys.

 

            “You want me to drive for a spell?”

 

            “I think I’m okay.”

 

            “Okey-dokey. I’ll keep the coffee coming just in case.”

 

            “Good. I knew there was a reason I kept you around all these years.”

 

            They laughed together and buckled in. Mary turned the key in the ignition and they eased back onto the highway. In the rearview mirror, Mary noticed another pair of headlights flicker on and follow them out of the parking lot. Barely a mile down the road, she heard the siren wailing. Blue and red lights suddenly spun in the rearview-mirror and headlights flashed, making her squint with the glare.

 

            “Oh, no.”

 

            “What?” Gus turned around in his seat to look.

 

            “The police, or a sheriff, or whatever. We’re getting pulled over.”

 

            “That’d be the state police, I think. Well, that’s a damn fine thing. What’d we do? Make an illegal turn?”

 

            “I don’t know.”

 

            Mary eased to a stop on the lip of the road. Gravel crunched under the car’s tires, and she set the parking break. Next to Gus on the passenger side of the car was a sheer drop; easily a hundred feet straight down to the creek gurgling in the darkness below.

 

The other vehicle pulled up about twenty yards behind them, and a bright spotlight illuminated the interior of their car, blinding them both.

 

            “What the hell...”

 

            Gus lurched back down in his seat, blinking spots out of his eyes. Mary jumped as someone smacked the butt-end of a flashlight on her window. She groped blindly until she found the switch and rolled it down. She squinted, peering out at the huge, tall man standing next to her. She held up a hand to shield her eyes from the glare of the spotlight, but he snapped on the flashlight and Mary found herself blinking again, unable to see anything but the vague outline of his face behind a pair of dark glasses.

 

            “Can I help you officer?”

 

            She was greeted with stony silence as the officer played the flashlight over Gus and the front seat, then the back of the car.

 

            “Turn off the car and take the key out of the ignition, please. License and registration, ma’am.”

 

            “Um, okay. Let me find it...” Mary turned the key in the ignition. She dropped the key-ring in a cupholder and flipped down the sun-visor. “May I ask what the trouble is...?”

 

            The flashlight snapped back to her, and then to Gus, who was rooting around in the glove compartment. “Sir, keep your hands on the dashboard, please.”

 

            “Oh, sure. Sorry, but I thought we stuck the new registration in here...”

 

            “Just keep them where I can see them.”

 

            Gus looked at Mary, who shrugged. She found the paperwork and handed everything to the officer through the window. He snatched them from her and the light danced back and forth, from her face to her license and back. The officer grunted.

 

            “Stay in the vehicle. I need to…call this in.”

 

            He spun on his heel and stomped back to his car.

 

            “Gus, what’s going on? What did we do?”

 

            Mary was shaking. Her husband smiled reassuringly.

 

            “It’s probably just a routine stop, hon. Don’t worry. We didn’t do anything. It’ll be fine. I...”

 

            Heavy footsteps crunched outside the Mary’s window.

 

            “Ma’am? Please open the trunk of the vehicle.”

 

            “Wh-what?”

 

            “Pop the trunk please. The back of the car.”

 

            “But...why? I don’t understand.”

 

            “There was a drug bust at a truck stop on Highway 84 about an hour ago. Several vehicles carrying suspects were seen leaving the scene. Witnesses described one vehicle with an older man and a woman driving that match your descriptions, and your license plate number. Now, please pop the trunk.”

 

            “This is absurd! Officer, we haven’t done anything wrong!”

 

            “Ma’am, I won’t ask you again. Pop the trunk. Do it now, or I’ll arrest both of you.”

 

            Gus shook his head, dumbfounded. Mary reached between her legs, found the trunk lever with trembling fingertips, and pulled. The blinding light eased as the trunk opened, and both Gus and Mary sighed with relief. They listened to the officer rooting around in back. The trunk slammed shut a moment later, and they were blinded again.

 

The officer stomped back. He held several small plastic baggies in a gloved hand, all of them full of fluffy white powder. He unholstered his weapon with his free hand.

 

            “What’s this?”

 

            Gus stared open-mouthed, flabbergasted. “B-but...that’s not ours! We didn’t...”

 

            The officer pocketed the baggies and yanked open Mary’s door. He waved at her with the gun. “Ma’am, please step out of the car. Sir, stay right where you are, keep your hands on the dash. Do you understand?”

 

            Gus gulped and nodded. He was shaking as Mary stepped outside. The officer took her roughly by the arm and spun her around.

 

            “Both hands on the car. Right now.”

 

            Mary burst into tears, but bent at the waist and did what she was told. Her feet were kicked wide apart, and then a gloved hand was moving over her body, under her armpits, down her sides, over her hips and back up again. The officer bunched up her skirt and patted between her thighs, ran his hand over her stomach, up to her breasts.

 

            “S-stop it! Please! We didn’t do anything! We...”

 

            Inside the car, Gus watched the officer frisk his wife, watched her cry with shame as he groped her full breasts. He pounded his fists on the dash, feeling totally, completely helpless. The officer yanked Mary’s arms behind her back and handcuffed her, grinning lewdly as he locked the metal bracelets tightly around her wrists.

 

            “Goddammit, you bastard! I don’t care who you are! Leave her alone, or I’ll...”

 

            Gus opened his door and tried to step out, but Mary had parked so close to the cliff his foot dangled out above open air. Vertigo made his head spin as he leaned out over the precipice. Gus jerked back inside and tried to crawl across the seat, but the officer was already there, waiting for him.

 

Gus froze, the cold barrel of the gun pressed hard against his forehead.

 

            “Oh. Oh no.”

 

            Gus blinked once before the officer fired. His head exploded like a ripe melon, splattering blood and brains out the open passenger door and all over the interior of the car. What was left of Gus jerked backwards, then slumped forward into Mary’s seat, blood still spurting from the ragged wound.

 

            Mary screamed and fell to her knees. She crawled through the dirt and the gravel, scraping her knees raw trying to reach her husband.

 

A heavy boot planted itself in the middle of her back and pushed her flat to the ground. Vaguely, as if from far off, she heard someone whistling. Then a strong, gloved hand clamped a smelly rag to face, covering her mouth and nose. Mary screamed again, inhaling putrid fumes, and her world slowly turned black.

 

            The officer grinned and bent into the car, casually pushed the corpse out of his way. He found the keys and stuck them in the ignition, then started the car and braced the gas pedal down with a stick. The engine revved loudly. He put the car in gear and unset the hand-break. The officer calmly lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, blowing smoke out his nose as the car rolled off the embankment and crashed into the creek below.

 

            He smoked the cigarette down to the filter and tossed the burning embers after the car. Then he picked up the old bitch and threw her lightly over his shoulder. He whistled as he carried her back to his cruiser.

 

            A fireball exploded into the night sky, and the ground shook as he drove away.

 

***

 

            Mary woke up with a pounding headache, handcuffed and gagged in the filthy back seat of a car. Her feet were bound loosely and someone had thrown a dirty blanket over her. The car was moving slowly down an old, unused dirt road.

 

Mary bounced around uncomfortably as they seemed to hit every pothole in the road. The rough jostling had aroused her out of her drugged stupor. She could see stars through the treetops, the moon full and luminous in the clouds above.

 

            Eventually, they stopped.

 

            The officer got out of the car, and Mary listened to him light a cigarette and walk around to the side door. A few moments later the door by her head opened, and she was being dragged out of the backseat as if she weighed no more than a child. The officer set her on her feet and gave her a shove.

 

            “Walk, bitch.”

 

            She tripped over the ropes around her ankles, but managed to stumble forward towards a rotten wood overhang above dilapidated old benches, tables and fire pits. There were a few small A-frame style cabins scattered around the site, their moss-covered roofs caving in.

 

The officer guided her to one of the picnic tables. A small lantern hung from a peg in the wall, illuminating the area for a few feet. He made her walk up to the edge of the table and spun her around.

 

            “Sit down.”

 

            Mary sat on the edge of the rough wood, and he pushed her back onto the table. She shook her head, moaning into the gag.

 

 The officer took a large hunting knife from a sheath at his belt and sliced through the heavy rope binding her ankles. The cigarette dangled from the corner of his lips as he worked, smoke drifting up, obscuring his features. Mary grunted again through her gag and tried to kick at him, but the officer punched her hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her.

 

He sneered and brandished his blade, scraping her cheek with the sharp edge.

 

“Try that again, bitch, and I’ll hack of your tits and feed them to you.”

 

Mary gasped and struggled for breath as he tied her securely, spread-eagled to iron rings set into the legs at each side of the table. He tugged at the ropes and grunted with satisfaction. His knees popped loudly as he straightened.

 

“Almost done.” He stabbed the tip of the knife into the table next to her. “Remember – you fuck with me now, and I’ll hurt you, bad. Understand me?”

 

Mary managed to nod, terrified. He took a key ring from his belt then rolled her halfway over and unlocked the handcuffs. The officer stretched her arms above her head and handcuffed her to another ring at the top of the table.

 

            Then he stood back and smiled, blowing cigarette smoke from the side of his mouth. He ran his finger over her face, down her belly. He yanked the knife out of the table and walked over to a rack of tools mounted on the wall.

 

            “So pretty,” he whispered, sheathing the knife. “So pretty.”

 

            He took something from the rack. Mary strained her neck to see, but his broad back blocked her view. Then he flicked his wrist, and the long, supple, barbed tails of a whip slithered in the dirt. He turned to her, raising his arm above his head, and brought it down hard, snapping the whip and raking bloody furrows across her abdomen.

 

            Mary shrieked into the gag, her back arching and her body writhing with the sudden, overwhelming pain.

 

He came back to her and stood between her open legs. He took the knife in hand again, and Mary squeezed her eyes shut and panted as he cut her dress open from the hem of her skirt up past her breasts. The officer gasped with pleasure at her bare flesh, and licked his lips. He ran his hands slowly over her prone body, squeezing and probing.

 

His leather gloves were rough against her soft skin. She cried and whimpered when he prodded at the gashes in her belly.

 

            “So pretty. Now, let’s see those big, old bitch titties...”

 

            He flicked away the cigarette butt and cut through the thin band between the cups of her bra. He gently lay open the soft, lacy material, bent over her and bit her left nipple hard, making her cry out. He moved from one nipple to the other, squeezing her breasts, biting and chewing at her soft flesh. Fresh tears ran down her dirt-streaked face.

 

            “So pretty...”

 

            He unbuttoned the uniform shirt, threw it onto another table, then unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants around his feet. His massive cock stood out from his hairless body, huge and throbbing. It had the same, tiny circles of scars that circled his chest and legs, covering the rest of his body. It looked somehow diseased; deformed and mangled like a gnarled tree limb.

 

Mary whimpered as the knife ripped into her panties. He cut them off and threw them over her face, rubbed the inside of her thighs with the cold, sharp steel of his knife.

 

“You like my knife, don’t you bitch? Can’t take your eyes off it.” He scraped the edge through her soft thatch of pubic hair. “How’d you like me to fuck you with it? Think that’d be nice, if I jab it into that pretty coo of yours?”

 

He poked the tip into her cunt. Mary screamed and jerked in her bonds until she was breathless, but he just laughed and stabbed the knife tip-first into the table. Then he bent and began lapping at her cunt, licking her pussy like a thirsty dog.

 

“Mmmm.” He stood and smacked his lips. “Tasty.”

 

            Mary cried when he pressed the tip of his mammoth shaft into her sopping cunt. He roughly shoved himself inside her with a few hard strokes and fucked her, ignoring her screams. She rocked her body and jerked up and down; trying to dislodge him, but her efforts only excited him more.

 

            “Mmm…” He moaned with pleasure and wrapped his huge hands around her neck. He squeezed until Mary’s vision blurred and he climaxed violently inside her.

 

            The officer twitched once, twice, and then collapsed on top of her, letting his cock shrivel up in her pussy. After some time, he stirred from his stupor, and his hand found the smooth leather grip of his whip.

 

            Time for more fun, he thought, pushing away from her.

 

He cracked the whip and dragged the spiked tails over Mary’s chest, tearing her soft, milky skin, leaving more bloody gashes. She screamed her throat raw as he whipped her again and again. He grinned as her pussy muscles clamped around his cock, kneading him hard.

 

            “So, so pretty.” He whispered. “I just wish we had more time together.”

 

            She bounced and squirmed underneath him, exciting him. His cock was throbbing inside her again. He bent and licked at her bloody cuts.

 

            The whip cracked again.

 

            As the moon set, Mary’s screams faded to hoarse whispers, and eventually, as the morning sun appeared, finally stopped altogether.

 

***

 

            Jessica and April cut out of school early, skipping their last period class, and took the bus to the mall. Their new, eight-grade motto was simple: why sit and listen to stupid, boring teachers with a bunch of zit-faced dorks, when you can hang out at the food court at the mall with the cool high-school kids?

 

            No contest. The mall won that battle hands down. They’d forge themselves excuse notes later; now it was time to split. They left most of their homework at school too; instead of heavy books and folders tucked into their backpacks, the girls carried the so-uncool clothes they were wearing when they left their houses that morning.

 

            Now they were both dressed in cute half-shirts to better show off their matching new belly button rings. April wore a sexy black mini-skirt that showed off her round little ass, high heels, and a lime-green t-shirt torn away at the sleeves and the neck. She had to keep pulling an errant bra strap back up her shoulder as they walked. Jessica was wearing a pair of faded hip-hugger jeans that were getting nice and worn out in the butt, a pair of fuck-me high heels that would’ve given her repressed, born-again mother fits, and a tight pink t-shirt with a slogan nice girls do it doggy-style splashed across her heavy, round breasts.

 

            Puberty came big-time for them both this year. Jessica especially – her boobs specifically. They were huge, and she knew she was the hot thing in school right now. She liked how the boys at school turned pink when they stared at her tits, trying to read her shirts. She had a whole drawer full of them hidden at home.

 

Her mom hated how she dressed, but what the fuck? She was an old prude anyway. April’s mom, too. That’s why they had to leave the house in their stupid nice-girl clothes, and change in the bathroom at the mini-mart every day before going to school.

 

            They got to the mall and hopped off the bus around three that afternoon, dodging around a cop car parked next to the bus stop. They wandered around, but there was hardly anybody there yet, so they decided to shop for a little while and go back later. They spent some time wandering from store to store, giggling at the old people before sneaking into the lingerie shop.

 

            That’s about when April noticed the guy in the brown uniform. He looked like a security guy or something, and he was following them. She pointed him out to Jessica as they walked into the shop.

 

“Look!” She pointed, then turned quickly away. “Jesus! He’s coming in here!”

 

“Omigawd!” Jessica laughed. “Shh! Here her comes!”

 

April giggled and grabbed a tiny, lacy black bra off a rack and turned to the guy, batting her eyes up into his mirrored sunglasses.

 

            “Hey, mister!” She teased, modeling for him. “How d’you think I’d look in this? Cute, huh?”

 

            The guy never even cracked a smile. He just stared. So weird, April thought. She pursed her lips and stuck out her chest, gave him her best pouty look and tried again.

 

            “Wouldn’t you like to see me in it?”

 

He stayed quiet, but reached over and gave the bra a little tweak, spreading the gauzy material out with his huge fingers. His scarred knuckles lightly brushed April’s nipple, and a little, electric thrill shot through her body.

 

“How old are you girls?”

 

“Sixteen.” April lied. She smacked her gum and did a little twirl for him, giving him a quick glimpse of smooth, tan thighs and white panties. “So, what do you think?”

 

“Sixteen? Well, then. Hmm. I don’t know. Let’s see…”

 

He looked down at her tits, then back into her eyes. April’s whole body started to tingle. Jessica bounced from one foot to another as they stared each other down. Finally, he grinned at them both.

 

“Well, yeah. I guess I would.”

 

Their mouths dropped open. April felt the tingle spread down between her legs, and suddenly she needed to pee. A pretty blond saleswoman walked over from another corner of the store and asked if she could help. The guy stared at the saleswoman, down at the gold nametag pinned to her jacket, then back at the girls.

 

“Well.” He grinned at April like they were old friends. “Are you going to pay for that?”

 

            April chewed her gum nervously, shot a confused look at Jessica.

 

            “Uh, I was just kidding around. I don’t have any money.”

 

            “Oh.” He turned back to the saleswoman. “Miss? Um...Cindy?”

 

            Cindy smiled uncertainly, wondering what the hell was going on here, wondering if the big cop had caught a pair of shoplifters for her.

 

“Yes?” She raised her eyebrows expectantly.

 

            The man took a brown leather wallet from his back pocket, flipped it open and shuffled through a thick ream of bills with his gloved fingers. He handed her six or seven crisp hundred dollar bills.

 

“This should cover whatever my…daughters want. If you could help them while I finish my shopping?”

 

            The clerk raised her eyebrows even higher, but took the cash. “Uh, sure. Okay. Is there anything else I can help you with…?” She drifted off.

 

            “No. Thanks.” He looked at April and Jessica, who stared back at him, totally confused. “Get anything you want girls. I’ll see you later.”

 

            He spun on his heel and clomped out of the store. They all watched him leave.

 

            “Well.” Cindy crossed one arm under her breasts, fanning herself with the money. “What tickles your fancy today, ladies?”

 

            April stared at Jessica.

 

            “Oh, shit! He was serious!”

 

            They both broke into huge grins, and for the rest of the afternoon, hot, sexy panties and lacy push-up bra’s flew off the racks. By the time the mall closed at six, the girls were weighted down with shopping bags full of sexy new undies, stockings, body sprays and whatnot. Cindy smiled as she finally ushered them out of the store, more than half-an-hour after she normally locked up, and told them thanks and asked them to come again.

 

The girls waved and took the escalator down to their exit. They pushed through the doors and stepped into the parking structure, chatting happily about their crazy benefactor as they walked towards the street.

 

Jessica tossed her hair back over her shoulder. “I can’t believe you were flirting with him!”

 

“I was not!”

 

“Ye-ah! You were!”

 

April looked hurt, then grinned and told Jessica about the guy touching her boob.

 

“No way!” Jessica collapsed in giggles. “Really? He touched you? On purpose?”

 

“Yeah.” April shrugged. “I dunno. But it felt kinda…nice. I mean…”

 

“Wow. April, that’s sick. He was so old.”

 

“He was not old.”

 

“He must’a been at least thirty.”

 

“Uh-uh! Shit, Jess…”

 

“I mean, he was wearing those dumb sunglasses, and that big, dopey hat, too, an’…”

 

            The parking lot was deserted, quiet except for their conversation, so when the car pulled up and honked, both the girls jumped. Driving just behind them, the security guy had his window open and was leaning out, waving. The girls smiled and walked over.

 

            “Hey, mister!” April smiled coyly.

 

            He nodded back. “Hi again.”

 

            “Thanks for the stuff!” Jessica held up her bags. “Really. You didn’t have’ta do that. I mean…”

 

            “Not a problem.” He shrugged. “Where are you girls off to?”

 

            “Home.” April nodded at the exit. “We gotta catch the bus back.”

 

            “You want a ride?”

 

            The girls looked at each other. Jessica was feeling uneasy. “Hey, I don’t know. We can take the bus...”

 

            “It’s no problem. I can get you home so you can try all those dainties on even sooner. Where do you live?”

 

            “Over by Normandale park.”

 

            “That’s quite a ways.”

           

            “Yeah. Well. I guess.” April adjusted her bags. “You sure? I mean...”

 

            “Yeah, of course. Here...Give me some of those...” The man opened his door and stepped out. He opened the door to the backseat and took their bags. “In you go. We’ll get you home in a jiffy. You ever ride in a cop car before?”

 

            “No.” they said together, then giggled.

 

            April looked at Jessica, then at the cop, and jumped in, making a show of wiggling her ass as she crawled over the hard plastic seats. Jessica watched him watch her friend. April’s skirt was so short it crawled up over her butt, and Jessica was sure he was staring at her panties. She followed more slowly, while the officer stowed their bags in his trunk. He slammed the door after she was inside, and the car lurched to one side as he plopped back into the driver’s seat.

 

            “So, you’re a cop?” Jessica asked, running her hand over the bullet-proof partition separating the front seat from the back seat. “We thought you were maybe like a security guy for the mall.” The back of the car was nasty dirty, and stank. She wondered what the smell was. It seemed to be getting worse.

 

The glass muffled his reply. A hissing sound came from the air vents. Next to Jessica, April groaned and coughed, then slumped over. Her forehead smacked into the window, and she tipped over into Jessica’s lap.

 

            “Mister?” Jessica pounded on the glass. ”Hey! Mister! Hey!”

 

            The smell was getting worse. Jessica’s eyes began to blur and run, and her chest felt suddenly tight, like she was having trouble breathing. Terrified now, Jessica tried to roll down the window, but there were no handles. She groped at the door, but there was no way to open it from the inside. She felt her stomach clench, like she was going to throw up, and then she fainted.

 

            “Sleep tight, girls.” The man casually turned to look at his newest prizes. Their unconscious forms reflected in his sunglasses. “We’ll be home in a bit. I just have one other person to wait for.”

 

            The officer parked the car behind a concrete pillar and let it idle. He used an old wool blanket from the trunk to cover the girl’s limp bodies. Then he sat back down and tapped a cigarette out of his pack and smoked, blowing out the open window. He rolled the cigarette around in his mouth, chewing the filter and letting the ash fall on his chest.

 

He let his thoughts drift back to the real reason he was here…

 

***

 

            He was buying cigarettes and some sandwiches at an Asian-owned market in Hood River. He was just drifting around, waiting for the next hunt, when the pretty little blonde entered the store with her friends. He knew they were city kids from their clothes, seven friends going out into the woods for a week, camping.

 

They were obnoxious, so he paid quickly and left the store. He almost left to hunt elsewhere, but something about the one girl, the blonde…

 

The officer decided to wait for a bit and test the waters, see what they might bring him. He could be patient. He sat in his cruiser with the windows rolled down, letting the breeze blow through, smoking a cigarette and sweating under his hot uniform.

 

When the kids finally piled into a beat up VW van, he followed them to their campground; a nice, secluded spot up in the cascades by a small creek. He parked the cruiser under some overgrowth on an old logging road about half a mile upstream, and hiked back down through the woods with a knapsack containing his food and cigarettes slung over his shoulder. He had a large bottle of water in the bag too, and high-powered pair of night-vision binoculars strapped to his weapon belt.

 

            When he came to a small, dry embankment, he hunkered down, concealed in the thick woods across the creek from the campsite. He watched the kids unpack and set up their camp. They built a large fire-pit and ringed it with stones and then plastic lounge chairs; they set up three small nylon tents; and with the camp complete, changed into swimsuits and went for a dip in the creek.

 

            Dumb city kids, he mused. Shouldn’t set the rocks around the fire. With all the rain lately, they could explode if they get too hot.

 

One of the boys climbed up the small embankment on their side of the creek and shouted to his friends – he found an old swing rope strung from the thick branches of an old-growth tree, and they quickly began taking turns swinging far out over the creek and splashing in.

 

The officer watched the kids play in the water, laughing and joking with each other until dusk, his attention completely absorbed with the blonde in her bikini. It was all he could do not to unzip his trousers and satisfy himself right on the spot.

 

            There were three boys and four girls, he noted. Only one pair actually seemed to be a couple, and they had a tent to themselves. The others split up, boys in one tent and the girls in another. The blonde didn’t seem particularly involved with any of the boys.

 

He liked that.

 

            The other girls were attractive enough. But the blonde…

 

            Well. She could keep him warm on a cold night.

 

            A cool breeze sent shivers through the wet kids, and the girls ran back to the tents to dry off and change. He watched the blonde’s titties bounce as she ran, letting himself fantasize; imagining her tied down underneath him, unable to move, tearing off the damp bikini and clamping his teeth around her cold-hard nipples, biting and chewing on the rubbery nubs of flesh, listening to her strangled cries and stroking himself until he was ready to take her…

 

            He shivered happily. Below, one of the boys had started a campfire, and they were all relaxing in the lounge-chairs, pulling food and beer out of plastic coolers. He ate with them, sipping warm bottled water instead of the beer the kids were drinking. They laughed and joked while they ate.

 

The girls were already drunk by the time one of the boys lit the first joint and began strumming an old acoustic guitar. The moon was high in the night sky now, and the officer glanced at his watch. It was after nine o’clock, and he had an idea.

 

He packed up his things and hiked back through the woods. He found his cruiser where he left it and drove slowly back with his lights off. The kids were so wasted they barely noticed him pull in behind their old van, until he flashed his spotlight on and pointed it directly at the campfire, lighting their surprised faces with its glare.

 

After that, it was a simple matter to roust them.

 

He wrote tickets for underage drinking, confiscated the booze, burned the pot and threatened them all with arrest for possession. He left them freaked out and packing to go home. He followed them all the way to Portland, checking the addresses he’d jotted down as each person was dropped off. The blonde was number two.

 

The van door slid open, and they left her standing with her sleeping bag at the foot of a driveway that led to a cozy two-story bungalow, across the street from a school and a playground.

 

She was awkwardly unlocking the front door when he eased the cruiser by. The van turned right at the corner ahead of him, and he whistled along with a tune on the radio as he noted the rest of the stops.

 

He drove back to the blonde’s house and parked by the playground. He spent the next couple of days waiting and watching, discovering where she worked, what her habits were, who her friends were. Her family. He tapped the phone line and listened to her conversations, watching her at night through her bedroom window.

 

Enjoying the hunt.

 

***

 

After he’d followed her to work that morning, he knew she’d been sent to him as a gift. He knew she worked in the mall, and had spent the better part of two days casing the building: checking security, how it was monitored, where the blind spots were.

 

Pathetic, he decided.

 

A rabid pit bull loose in the mall would’ve made a better guard than the pathetic security staff that seemed to consist of a few zit-faced college kids, paunchy ex-football jocks and a one-armed, toothless geriatric who could barely walk. He was more worried about the janitorial crew, who were everywhere – scattered throughout the building with their brooms and trashcans. They were always underfoot and paid more attention to their surroundings than the strutting idiots with the fake badges.

 

After watching the guards and the janitors for an afternoon, he was relatively familiar with their routines, their patterns. They were easy to avoid. He especially liked the parking structure. Despite warnings posted throughout the building regarding ‘video surveillance’, the only real, working cameras were located at the entries and the exits.

 

It was a simple task to disarm them without being noticed. He laughed when the old security guy came to check, spoke into his walkie-talkie for a few minutes, finally shrugged, and left. The camera stayed broken.

 

Now, he thought. Time for the prize.

 

***

 

She liked to park between levels, usually next to a large concrete support pillar, where there were fewer cars. It was a perfect place to take her.

 

He tailed her for the fifteen minutes it took her to drive to the mall, and all the way to her usual parking spot. She never noticed. He was going to make one, final walk-through, when he noticed the two giggling teenage girls making their way straight to the lingerie shop where the blonde worked.

 

Three for the price of one?

 

The man broke into a confident smile and followed the girls in. Now he had them too, and he was calm, content to wait until he spotted the pretty blonde salesgirl.

 

Cindy. A sweet name.

 

She emerged from the same doors the girls had used, just a few moments later. She was digging around in her purse, heading towards a bright yellow convertible. He started the car and drove over to her, parked and as he got out, grabbed the chloroform soaked rag from the seat next to him.

 

            “Hey. Miss? Excuse me?” He held the rag low and stepped close to her. “Cindy?”

 

            “Oh!” The girl looked up, startled, but relaxed when she recognized him. “Oh. It’s you. I’m sorry, but you scared me.”

 

            “Did I?”

 

            “Mmn.” She nodded. “Where are your girls?” she asked absently, hunting again for her car keys.

 

            “Asleep in the back of the car. Long day.”

 

            “Oh? I guess it is getting kind of late, huh?”

 

Cindy smiled nervously at the big man, who was just standing there, staring down at her tits with a crazy little smile on his face. She was used to guys doing that while she was at work. It was part of her job; during training, her manager made a point to inform her that her body and the way she looked was a big part of why she got the job, and that she could and should use it to her advantage with the gentlemen who came in to shop.

 

But this guy…

 

Even if he was a cop, he was creeping her out.

 

“Well.” She stammered. “I should go...”

 

            Cindy beeped the lock on her car and opened the door, tossed her bag into the front seat. She had one long, slim leg in the car when the officer clamped the dirty rag over her face.

 

He calmly counted to ten while she struggled in his arms, then twenty.

 

            The girl went limp, unconscious before he got to thirty. He picked her up easily and threw her into his trunk. Then, whistling, he grabbed her purse and her keys, locked up her car, and tossed everything onto the floor of his vehicle.

 

The officer glanced at his watch as he pulled out of the parking lot. He had a long drive. The moon would be up soon, but there should still be plenty of time tonight to play with his new toys before the offering.

 

He signaled and turned onto a freeway on-ramp, merged with traffic. He gunned the motor, flashed his lights and grinned as the other motorists speeding by him suddenly slowed down to a crawl.

 

Yet another benefit of this damn uniform.

 

He was already excited, aroused just from holding the girl for a moment, smelling her perfume when he dumped her in the trunk.

 

He could hardly wait to get home.

 

***

 

            Jessica woke out of a deep sleep.

 

Something was tugging at her, pulling at her insistently. She tried say, Stop! Knock it off and go away! But she couldn’t speak.

 

She blinked open her crusted eyelids.

 

The officer smiled down at her, whistling happily as he cut off her pants with a knife. Jessica could see herself, reflected in his sunglasses, tied spread-eagled to an old picnic table. Her arms were stretched tight over her head, her hands and feet bound to heavy iron rings with a thick, rough rope that dug cruelly into her soft flesh.

 

            The man pulled Jessica’s panties away from her crotch and shoved his thick, gloved fingers into her tight, virgin snatch.  She jerked wildly while he brutally finger-fucked her, but her screams were muffled by a pair of wadded up panties stuffed into her mouth. A bra was wrapped around her head, holding the makeshift gag in place.

 

            “You like that, you little bitch? Don’t you, you little fucking cock-tease?”

 

He pulled his fingers out and showed them to her. They were slick and bloody. He licked them clean and tore open her t-shirt.

 

“You think you’re so pretty, don’t you? You like to tease the boys? Show off your body, you little whore?”

 

He shoved his thumb deep into her sore pussy and pushed his fingertips into her tight little asshole while he squeezed her tits with his other hand.

 

“Now let’s see those nice big tits.”

 

            He tugged her bra down until it stuck under her breasts. Jessica squeezed her eyes shut, gasping with pain as he violated her, the rough leather of his gloved fingers scraping her tender insides raw. He bit her nipple hard, drawing blood. Jessica cried as he sucked and chewed on her tit.

 

            She cried out again in pain. And then he just stopped.

 

            He was standing over her, breathing hard. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing his lips with her blood, then backed up and unbuckled his gunbelt. He tossed it onto a picnic table covered with S&M sex toys, and then he unbuttoned his pants, pulled them off, and tossed them onto the table too.

 

            “There, bitch.” He grated through clenched teeth. “Look at me.”

 

He wasn’t wearing underwear, and he just stood there in his boots and uniform shirt, staring at her. After a moment, he began stroking himself hard, until his cock stuck straight out from his hairless crotch, pointing right at her.

 

“Look at it! You see how it wants you…?”

 

His cock was huge and ugly, scarred like the rest of his flesh: tribal, ritualistic swirls and patterns ripped into his skin, reminding Jessica of the tattoos the kids in school were crazy for. His obscene manhood stuck straight out at her, throbbing. It seemed to move with a life of its own, blindly hunting her, radiating heat and brutality.

 

Jessica couldn’t take her eyes off it.

 

The officer roughly slapped her oozing pussy and pinched her bloody nipple, pulling her tit up into the air. He let go and grinned as it bounced back and pooled on her chest, wiggling.

 

            “There, there,” he mumbled. “That’s enough for now. Not all at once. I’ve got other toys to play with. Can’t forget them, now can I?”

 

            Jessica watched him move to the next table. April was lashed to it doggie-style, with her arms and feet roped to the table legs and her ass pointed up in the air. The officer had looped a black leather belt around her neck, keeping her face level with the edge of the table.

 

April stared at Jessica, wild-eyed with fright.

 

The officer had stripped April of her t-shirt, and dressed her in the little black bra that she’d teased him about at the lingerie store. A silvery metal ring was wedged into her mouth, locking it open in a wide ‘O’. April shook her head frantically he approached and strained to look up, silently pleading to him with her big, tear-streaked brown eyes as the officer grabbed her roughly by the ears. He jerked her head into position, so his cock was right in line with her gaping mouth, and shoved it in.

 

“Ahhhhh…so nice…”

 

He stayed still for a minute, holding her head in place, letting her gag and snort and spit around his cock. Thick ropes of snot and vomit spewed from her nose as April’s stomach heaved. She jerked and wiggled as he fucked her face. He closed his eyes and pumped his thick shaft deep into her throat until his balls slapped against her chin. The muscles in April’s slim neck bulged with each thrust, and her eyes rolled back into her skull. Jessica watched the man sodomize her friend with a sick fascination.

 

“This’ll teach you, you little bitch…” He muttered, and back-handed April hard across the face. “I’ll cut those perky little tits right off and cum in your ass…”

 

Jessica closed her eyes and turned her head as far away as she could, but she couldn’t blot out the awful smacking sounds of his heavy hand against April’s flesh, or her soft cries.

 

OhmyGod, she realized.  I’m gonna be next. He’s gonna do this to me, too.

 

In a sudden spasm of fear, Jessica pulled and pulled at the rope binding her wrists and ankles, until a new set of groans joined with April’s. Cindy was waking up.

 

The officer had Cindy hand-cuffed standing up. She was gagged like Jessica, and fully dressed except for her suit jacket. She was bound so that she was leaning up against the wall of the overhang, with her arms locked to a rusty iron ring mounted high over her head. Her legs were spread wide apart, and her ankles were tied to heavy, metal tent pegs pounded deep into the hard soil underfoot. She was limp now, hanging in her bonds.

 

“Well, well. About time you joined the party.”

 

The officer pulled out of April’s mouth with a wet pop. He walked over to the junk-covered picnic table and whistled until he found his whip.

 

“Ahh. There you are…”

 

He cracked the whip at Cindy, the spiked leather flicking through the air by her face. Cindy cringed as one of the spikes ripped a shallow furrow through her cheek. The officer wedged his hips between April’s legs and cracked the whip again, tearing bloody gashes through Cindy’s white silk blouse.

 

Cindy screamed with each lash. She jerked and swung from the ropes, her eyes shut tight, oozing blood from her torn flesh and panting for breath. The officer laughed cruelly at her pain and put the whip down. He bent over and spread April’s butt-cheeks open with his hands.

 

“Mm-mm good,” he grunted, and shoved his tongue into her asshole.

 

April screamed again and all the muscles in her body clenched while he ate her out. Cindy cowered against the wall, still groggy from the drugs and the pain from her flogging, not yet coherent, not fully understanding what was happening.

 

Jessica kept her eyes shut tight, praying she was dreaming.

 

“Fuck that little pussy…” The officer shoved the whips’ leather handle into April’s cunt. April’s eyes bugged wide and she jerked and wiggled while he reamed her out and fucked her with the whip. Her heart-rending cries filled the air.

 

“Mm.” He came away smacking his lips. He left the whip lodged in her bleeding pussy. “So tasty. Let’s see what else looks like fun… ”

 

The officer stood and picked up a wooden paddle from the junk table.  He began spanking April, who cried out incoherently with each smack of the paddle. He knotted his hand in her hair and spanked her until April’s ass was a deep, glowing red, then he threw the paddle away.

 

“Now…for…the main…course…”

 

He ripped the whip out of April’s bloody pussy and grabbed his swollen, purple cock. He rubbed the scarred tip over her ass and down to her pussy. April screamed again as he rammed it into her. He bent over her back and grabbed her tits, thrusting savagely.

 

“Oh, shit, bitch. You’re so sweet and tight.”

 

He bit her shoulder as he buried himself in her cunt.

 

“Uhh…you’re so tight…am I your first fuck? A little tease like you couldn’t be a virgin, could you?”

 

He ran his gloved hand down the soft skin of her belly and spread her pussy lips further open with his fingers. He scratched them up and down her clit, making her jerk her hips, trying to hide her sensitive little nub from his touch. Her exhertions just managed to excite him even more.

 

“You like that, don’t you bitch? Oh yeah…”

 

April hung her head and cried while he took her. He whispered in her ear.

 

 “Maybe I’ll keep you and your little friend. Knock you up. Make you my breeder-bitches. What do you think? Huh?”

 

The officer rested his weight on April’s back and bit her ear, chewed her neck. He drooled in her thick brown hair and pinched her nipples until she whimpered pathetically, kneading her breasts through the lace of the bra.

 

He came suddenly, grunting like an animal.

 

Thick white cum oozed out of April’s torn cunt and dribbled down the inside of her smooth, tan thighs. The man collapsed onto her back and wrapped her tightly in his huge arms, hammering his cock into her one last time, enjoying himself, letting April’s fear and shame intensify his orgasm.

 

He shuddered, and rested on the trembling, weeping girl, letting her body carry his full weight.

 

Jessica waited until the man seemed to doze off, then she doubled her efforts, tugging fiercely at her bonds until the rope was slick with sweat and blood. The rope around her left wrist seemed to be looser now. She focused all of her attention there, gritting her teeth and pulling, biting her lips bloody.

 

Then the officer pushed himself off April.

 

Jessica lay still as he took his whip in hand. His cock dangled halfway down his muscled thigh now, flaccid, slimy with blood and cum from April’s snatch.

 

He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it casually on the table, then stood behind Cindy with his legs braced, now completely naked. He cracked the whip and brought it down hard, raking the spikes over Cindy’s poor, unprotected back. He whipped her again and again, until his barrel chest was heaving and he was dripping sweat. When he finally stopped, his cock was rock hard.

 

Jessica watched him toss the whip to the ground and take his hunting knife from the table. Cindy hung limply in her handcuffs, covered in blood and sweat, exhausted.

 

The officer stroked himself with the blade, then cut a slit up Cindy’s skirt and tore it up the back, exposing her panties and a lacy black garter belt and stockings. The knife gleamed in his fist.

 

“Let’s see what else you’ve got for me, bitch.”

 

He cut away her panties, and Cindy didn’t fight him as he levered his hips under hers, and shoved the tip of his cock into her ass. She just groaned pitifully and her head rolled loosely on his shoulder. He worked his dick further into her, then ripped open her blouse and cut the elastic strip between the cups of her bra, exposing her tits.

 

“Fuck…I knew you’d be beautiful. I told them you would be…”

 

He ran the edge of his blade over her belly, pricked the tips of her nipples with its point, and then ran it lightly back down, scraping it over her trimmed blonde bush. Cindy shivered and the blood from her cuts smeared over his sweating, naked chest. Her head drooped, rolling away from his shoulder, and bobbed in time to his thrusts.

 

“No, no. Not like that.” He pressed the knife to her neck, used the flat of the blade to tip her head back again. “I liked it like this…”

 

Jessica ignored them, squirming, twisting until her left hand popped free. April stared at Jessica with a look of desperate hope in her eyes as she worked at the knots tying her other wrist.

 

Once Jessica had both hands free, she tried to rub the feeling back into her fingers, and glanced quickly over at the man raping the poor salesgirl.

 

His face was buried in Cindy’s thick hair and he was fucking her ass brutally, grunting like an animal in heat, oblivious to everything else around him. Jessica carefully sat up and went to work on the ropes around her ankles as April darted little scared looks back and forth.

 

First one set of knots parted under Jessica’s trembling fingers, then another and another.

 

And suddenly, she was free.

 

She slid off the table and tried to reach April, but the movement caught the man’s attention. He turned on them, taking everything in with a glance. April squealed in terror. Jessica hesitated for a moment, not wanting to leave her friend, but his face twisted with fury, and he pushed Cindy’s limp body away from him. She swung loosely as he twisted the knife in his grip and advanced towards Jessica.

 

Jessica squealed and bolted into the woods. He roared senselessly and threw himself after her, crashing through the trees, both of them quickly lost in the darkness.

 

In a moment, the camp was quiet, except for the soft cries of two terrified girls.

 

***

 

            The woods were lit only in spots by the full moon shining down through the treetops. Jessica ran and stumbled, righted herself and then ran some more, always away from the sound of the heavy body crashing through the brush right behind her.

 

            Sobs wracked her chest, sharp twigs and stones bloodied her bare feet. Jessica fell against the stump of an old tree, gasping. The sounds of pursuit seemed to come from her right; so she set off to her left and ran until the sounds seemed to swerve to her right. She adjusted her path, and fled again, further into the darkness.

 

            “Please leave me alone…” She panted. “Please. God, please…”

 

            The ground under her feet was getting softer, muddy, making it harder for her to run. Jessica broke out of the cover of the forest onto a shoreline seconds later, stumbling into a decrepit wooden dock. The sounds of pursuit were fading away behind her. Jessica braced herself and took her bearings.

 

A moonlit lake stretched back into the darkness. And suddenly, as if from far away, Jessica heard singing. It was a soft, gentle voice, and feminine. It drew her east, down the shore, like a moth to flame, until the ground underfoot became solid, littered with stones. She moved as if in a trance, her steps leaden, halting.

 

Just ahead, perched naked on a rocky outcrop, naked and unafraid, was the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen. Jessica stopped and blinked, unbelieving.

 

The woman smiled gently at Jessica and continued singing with a sweet, lovely voice, a voice that seemed to soothe all her fears. She beckoned Jessica closer, but Jessica hesitated, her body trembling from fear and exertion. The woman slipped gracefully from the rock and stood tall, holding out her arms like a mother welcoming her daughter into a loving embrace.

 

“Come to me, my child.” She whispered without speaking, and the words were like warm, sweet honey to Jessica’s mind. “Do not be afraid.”

 

The world around Jessica spun and narrowed. Somehow, she knew it was alright, that the woman would take away her pain, make her safe.

 

“Come…” breathed the sing-song chant. “Come to me…”

 

Jessica stepped closer, and the woman took her into her strong arms, wrapping them tightly around her, pulling her close. Her full bosom was soft and inviting, and she smelled of the woods at night.

 

Jessica smiled and closed her eyes, letting her body melt into the woman’s arms.

 

Standing in the shadows at the edge of the woods, the man watched, smiling with anticipation. The silver knife gleamed in his hand, and his skin was black with blood and sweat. The echoes of the song died, whispering in his ears, and the pale scars on his body began to burn blood red.

 

“A sweet gift…”

 

The lethargy that had stolen her will suddenly left Jessica, leaving her senses clear. She stared around her in confusion.

 

And the woman changed.

 

Her warm, soft arms withered and the flesh blackened and fell away. The sweet face twisted and melted into a craggy, featureless mass of gnashing fangs, and the foul stench of rotting flesh hovered thick in the air.

 

“Take her my sweet…”

 

Jessica screamed as the woman’s fingers clawed into her back, her putrid breath hot on her face. She sniffed at the air, like a starving animal smelling out prey.

 

“It is her time…you must be swift…”

 

The man stepped out the trees and was behind Jessica with three long strides.

 

“N-n-noooo!” She wailed. “P-please don’t…”

 

He wrapped a strong hand over her forehead and brutally snapped her head back. He kicked her legs wide open and wrapped his other arm around her belly, forcing her ass against his crotch. Jessica felt the deformed head of his cock, hot and pulsing, digging at the soft skin, searching for her pussy. She screamed again as he found her and pushed inside, tearing apart her hymen.

 

“Yessss…” The thing hissed.

 

He grunted with satisfaction and his scars burned with agonizing fury as he buried himself in the virgin pussy. The woman-thing clawed at Jessica, tearing away great strips of skin as it’s snapping fangs sank deep into the soft, exposed flesh of her neck; feeding on her nourishing life-blood even as he ripped her virginity away.

 

Hot blood spurted from Jessica’s mangled throat, gushing out over her heaving chest, covering her breasts and the clawing, scratching thing as it fed. Jessica twitched and kicked fitfully, her face frozen in confused pain. The silvery moon reflected in her pale blue eyes as the life slowly fled her body.

 

The man cried out as he climaxed, violently riding her to his peak. He swooned and collapsed to the rocky beach. When he woke the moon was high, and he was alone except for the torn, bloody corpse of a young girl held tightly in his arms. The familiar siren call echoed in the recesses of his mind, persistent, urging.

 

Overhead, the moon was a full, blood red: a great, dead thing hanging in the sky like a fat, bloated spider. The woods behind him were quiet, his entire world hushed with anticipation. Far out in the darkness, he heard the first, faint splashing begin in the lake.

 

It was time.

 

He stood weakly, steam rising from the scars which still glowed hot, as they burned away the girls’ blood, renewing him; giving him strength. He found his knife hidden among the stones scattered on the beach, and began dragging the body towards the dock.