Humor and Tears
Friday Morning, Nov.30th. 1979:
Diana groaned as her alarm beeped. The few hours sleep she had gotten wasn't enough and the fact she had closed and locked all the doors and windows meant she didn't get that cool evening air she liked. After making sure Barbara was fine, and she would call out sick at work for that day, Diana flew home. She missed one day of school and didn't want to miss another. She would check on Barbara over the weekend though.
Diana kicked what was left of the covers off, having worn a nightgown she had perspired heavily all night. She sighed as she got up, then headed for the bathroom. She stopped and turned when her bedroom phone rang.
As she picked it up and put the receiver to her ear she heard Shayera's voice as she said "Good morning."
"Please tell me you got something." With little sleep, no coffee yet and in need of a long hot shower Diana was all business.
"Oh, I got a lot of answers for you and Babs. But first might I say you take a marvelous blurry picture."
Diana closed her eyes, then she dropped her head and groaned. "Don't worry. The cameras are set to take snap shots every 20 seconds. The one camera that got you hadn't been washed in years. The best one they got of you is when you got close with you having one arm covering your girls and you holding up your top to hide your face."
"Great, just great." Diana groaned.
"Anyway, among other things I thought you'd like to know that your professor guy has quite a few frat brother's. One of whom has a private company jet that just happened to fly from just outside Gotham to a small airfield in a town between Metropolis and Stanhope, where Kara is, last night. Try to keep her focused on school, I don't need Kal giving me an evil eye again. I'll have a complete file at your door this afternoon."
Diana still had her head down and eyes shut. "Thanks Shayera. I appreciate it. And if you can, don't tell Babs. She should have a few more days to recover."
Diana groaned again with Hawkgirl's goodbye. "She won't be told. And please stay out of parking garages for a while."
"Great, just great." Diana grumbled as she shuffled towards the bathroom. After school that frat brother would be getting a visit from Wonder Woman. If the professor was now in Kansas at least Barbara wouldn't be in danger of going after him again. But it also meant there was a whole new group of girls in danger. And the State of Kansas was a lot bigger than the City of Gotham. Professor Benjamin could be just about anywhere by now, but Diana had a feeling he was Kansas.
Linda and Lori jolted awake with the knock on the door. "Will you girls be staying for breakfast?" Lori's dad asked.
"Breakfast sounds good dad." Lori called back as she propped herself up on her elbows. As he walked away Lori felt something wasn't quite right.
Kara too propped herself off with a big smile, then she too felt something was wrong. She raised her left arm and performed the smelfie test. She could use a shower, but that wasn't it. She wasn't used to actually needing a shower to hide her B.O., she never woke up stinking thanks to her Kryptonian physiology. As she put her arm down she felt something odd on her stomach and chest, and as she moved her panties seemed to be sticking to her. Her eyes and mouth popped opened as she pulled out her pajama tops and looked inside. And even over the B.O. and the dried sweat there was the smell of cum. Cum was a very recognizable scent, with her super senses she could pick that up from across a crowded classroom or other somewhat crowded places. There were some girls in school who had that scent daily, while there were a few who she never got that smell from.
Lori too was performing similar self checks, and found the dried cum, just like Linda did. Dried cum on her stomach and boobs. And the bra she wore to bed was gone. Lori's hair was also matted, like she had a long workout and didn't shower. The two girls turned to each other with expressions of total shock. "How?" Lori asked. They were the last to go to bed and they both made sure every door and window was closed and locked."
"We have to tell someone." Kara whined. "We can't let him keep doing this."
"No.We can't let my mom ever find out. She lost one baby and with the way she's been sick I won't let her know any of this." Lori stated firmly.
Kara sighed. This wasn't the first time she'd been raped, and was pretty sure it wouldn't be the last. But the bastard was going to pay. Somehow. "Fine, we'll take care of him ourselves. And I'm not ruling out dropping a car on him." Kara stated as she climbed out of the bed. Besides, she would be too embarrassed to even tell Diana or Barbara about this. Telling a cop at the police station was out of the question, even with the new police chief and his wife in charge now.
Lori too got up, then winced. "What the?"
Kara walked around the bed and asked. "What's wrong?" Lori was moving quite oddly. One shoulder up, then the other. She looked like she had a big spider down her back or something. Kara stood on her toes and pulled back on Lori's pajama tops to look down. The skin on Lori's back was more than a bit red.
"You see anything." Lori asked.
Kara took a deep breath and sighed. She made a funny face as Lori turned around and Kara realized what they were standing on, wall to wall carpet. And for Kara, Lori's bra. "Seems you got a bad case of rug burn." Kara told her friend.
"What!?" Lori moved to her dresser and opened up her pajama tops. She dropped them down and looked over her shoulder at the mirror. Her eyes popped wide open and her jaw dropped. "What the hell!?" She shook her head like she couldn't believe it. "I got a date night with Alan tonight. How'm I gonna explain that?"
"Oh, here's another one for you." Kara stated as she looked into her pajama bottoms. "I'm wearing your underwear."
"Maybe I'll get hit by a bus or something." Lori groaned as she buttoned up her top again.
Kara cringed and shook all over for a moment. She suddenly felt dirty and gross. She picked up her backpack which had some fresh clothes and stated "I don't know about you, but I need a really hot shower." She then hung her head and groaned loudly hearing Tommy's door open and then the bathroom door close a few seconds later. One bathroom for five people in the morning could really suck.
"I got some baby wipes for taking off make up." Lori grumbled as she walked over to her vanity table. At least they could clean themselves so the smell wouldn't be as strong. She clenched her jaw as her brother turned on the water for his shower.
"Maybe you can just tell him your feeling sick tonight. Your pregnant, it should work." Kara suggested as they stepped over to the vanity.
Lori hated the idea of lying to Alan, but she wasn't about to try and explain the rug burns on her back either. But if she tossed in that there was only a couple of days or so left of school, then finals, it might work. He had always been supportive of her getting her education, that was the one thing he and her father had always agreed on. And she'd more than make it up to him later. She'd work him until he couldn't get hard again for days she mused. Christmas break was 4 weeks, 4 weeks of no homework and nothing else to do but let him fuck her like crazy.
John Manchester was about to leave for work when there was a knock on the door. After 3 cups of coffee he was just starting to wake up after getting just a nap. His younger kids still living at home had already left for high school and his wife had left for her part time job, so he was alone.
Axel looked up and down the street as he waited for the man to come to the door. The 6'6" meta-human was calm on the outside and showed just his nice side as he stood there in a nice business suit. He gave a nod and a smile to a middle aged woman walking past with her cocker spaniel, the fairly nice looking woman almost drooling over him as she smiled back. He could smell her instant arousal, but he didn't have time for her at the moment.
John looked through the window beside the door and saw the mountain of a man standing there. John arched his eyebrows wondering about this guy that was bigger than Frank was now. Was he a fed? Did they somehow know Frank was nearby and he had helped?
But no mater what John figured the guy couldn't be much of a threat. All the feds would know is he and Frank went to school together. And if this guy was some kind of threat he would get a nap, but getting rid of him could pose a problem. The big blonde man was huge.
"May I help you?" John asked as he opened the front door, the man looked at him from the other side of the storm door.
"If you don't mind I'd like to talk with you about a Miss. Prince. May I come inside?" Axel was still in a calm state standing there with a half smile looking down at the twerp in his cheap suit. This guy could be making so much more than a teacher's salary if he knew how to use his abilities. There were people who would pay meta's good money to use their powers as told. And a guy who could make anyone around him fall asleep could come in handy. Just think of how many banks he could rob.
"I don't know any Miss. Prince." John calmly replied. "You must have the wrong house." Who was this guy and how did he know about Miss. Prince? Was Miss. Prince someone important? He thought she was just another teacher. An extremely hot teacher, but a teacher.
Axel smiled, the man lied pretty well. But his nose never lied. He had just paid his baby sister a visit at the school and was leaving town when he spotted this ass wipe on the roof pulling up a rope. A rope that went down to what turned out to be Miss. Prince's balcony. An action that only a few with eyesight like his would see in the dark. As he watched from the shadows wondering what the pervert was up to he saw Wondergirl show up a short time later.
There was a lapse in his memory and he didn't know exactly what happened, but by retracing where he had been that day and with his nose he figured he had been in Wonder Woman's lasso. But why did she let him go was the big question. He would like to tangle with the big titted bitch again, but he had use of her. His kid sister was in danger from the one man he himself feared. And a heroine like Wonder Woman would die rather than let an innocent be hurt. So to him as long as Diana Prince was at the school his sister was a lot safer. As a wanted man he might not be able to be around all the time, but Miss. Prince was. And this little guy was a threat to the status quo. And if Axel had smelled him on his sister the squirmy little prick would be nothing but a bloody pulp already.
"I know who and what you are, Dream Weaver. We can talk inside or I'll make you wish you never heard of Diana Prince or met me." Axel gave the man a cold stare to let him know he was serious. He was a wanted man and if he burst through the storm door and snapped the little twerp's neck it wouldn't make much of a difference to him.
John had a cold shiver run up his spine. But he couldn't do anything with the man outside, someone going by might see. Given the big man's size it would take an effort for him to drag him inside, or around to the back of the house.
John squinted as he pushed the storm door open. "Come in." Having him walk in seemed the easiest option for him at the time.
Axel was laughing inside as he walked into the stupid science teacher's house. Axel was a man of action, but he also wasn't stupid. He had done a little digging, and with his super keen hearing had heard a few stories of a magical man who snuck into girls' bedrooms at night. Instead of using his powers to make money this jerk was just a pervert.
Axel grunted loudly and shook off the effects as the small man closed the door. John was shocked to hell as he turned around and the extremely angry looking mountain of a man grabbed him by the throat with one hand and lifted him off the floor as if he were a feather.
John focused harder even as he struggled to get a breath. Axel showed determination not to fall asleep, but his eyelids were growing heavier by the second. Axel held up his left hand even as his right was weakening. He snarled at the little man as his fingernails grew into 2 inch claws. "You stop now or I rip your throat out before I close my eyes." he said with as nasty a look as he could give.
John's eyes opened wide as he looked at the claws. No one had fought off his command to sleep like this guy. And John could tell his threat was deadly serious and would be carried out. He stopped his attack, and the big man released him.
As John fell to the floor, holding his throat and gasping for air, Axel took a step back and retracted his claws. He snarled as he looked down at the pitiful creep curled up on the floor fighting for breath. "If you haven't guessed, I'm no angel. You will stay away from Miss. Prince and the girls of that school she works at. Take this anyway you want, but if I find out you've been out there I will kill you, rape your daughters, then kill them and your sons. Or better yet, your girls could end up in a cheap Asian brothel."
John stared up wide eyed as the big man simply walked out. As he slowly got up off the floor he was shaking inside like when a group of jocks would have him cornered back in his school days. Back before he knew how to fully control his powers. And now all these years later he was that kind of scared again. He was even more scared now. Those guys back then would just beat him up. This guy would kill him and his family, and to John his threat was deadly serious. And he couldn't go to the cops, they would want to know why. People would start putting things together.
Professor Benjamin rolled out of bed a little after noon time up at the cabin, if you could call it a cabin. Frank took a piss amused by the fact this so called cabin was bigger than his house. The 2400 square foot log home had running water from a well, electricity from the underground line under the 2000 foot curved driveway up from the street. And it had a jetted hot tub for six out back over looking the crystal clear lake that was a no wake zone.
There were three bedrooms, he slept in the master on the king sized bed. There were two and a half baths, the two full baths upstairs and the half bath on the main floor. The kitchen was nicer than the one in his house and a large living room with a wall of windows looking out at the lake. All of it sitting on 27 acres abutting state owned land. Something told Frank very little hunting went on from this place. There weren't even any trophies mounted on the walls.
John had made sure the kitchen was stocked, and a pile of clothes in the XXL range were put in the dresser and closet. His old college friends were really taking care of him, but if he stayed out in the middle of nowhere like this for too long he'd go stir crazy. He didn't want to seem ungrateful, but there was no one around. And that meant there were no girls around. And no girls meant no one to suck his big dick and no girls to fuck.
There was a scooter, actually 3 of them, in the small garage and the keys were in a cookie jar on top of the fridge. Maybe he could go into town and hook up with a couple of ladies. As long as no one caught on to who he was it should be okay, and he could get laid.
Frank showered, then headed downstairs to find something to eat. The jeans were a little loose around the waist, but there was a belt. The long sleeve flannel shirt though fit perfectly, nicely tight across his chest and shoulders. As he walked towards the kitchen there was a knock on the sliding glass door leading out back and to the hot tub. Frank was pleasantly surprised to see the busty blonde standing there waving at him with a smile.
The girl was hot. She was about 5'10 and 140 pounds. She had on skin tight khaki shorts and a flannel shirt, the shirt tied in the middle and worn like a halter top showing off her nice D-cup tits and her trim waist and flat stomach. A little under dressed he thought considering it was only in the upper 40s, but he wasn't about to complain. "Your not like an axe murderer or something are you?" she asked as Frank opened the door to find out what she wanted.
Frank laughed loudly. "Wouldn't it be a little late now if I was?" he asked back.
The girl, who had to be in her early to mid 20s fiddled with her braided pigtails as she winced flirtatiously. "Me and my friends were hiking up here and I got lost. Could I use your phone to call someone before they call out the national guard or something to look for me and come give me a ride back to town?"
"Sure." Frank stepped aside and let the girl in, checking out her ass in those skin tight shorts as she walked by. "But if you don't mind riding on the back of a scooter I could give you a ride back to town. I was planning on going that way anyway."
"Oh, that would be great." the girl said as she seemingly perked up even more. "But I should still call and let someone know I'm okay and will be home in a little while."
Frank pointed her towards the phone as he watched from the glass doors. Letting her call was better than a search party walking all over the place out there looking for her. And he could see her constantly looking over at him as she talked to someone, her gaze landing on the bulge in his jeans.
Frank cooked up some bacon and eggs as he got to know the girl, her name was Helen Hutchinson and she was in town for vacation visiting friends. Her vacation wasn't supposed to start until after work that day, but she started two days early after finding her boyfriend of 4 years in bed with her mom. As they ate Frank played the good listener as the girl vented, and her looks at him became longer.
Frank took in her scents. Helen was another very sweet smelling girl and he couldn't help but stare a few times at her cleavage. She was showing a lot of her tits and he could see the trim of her baby blue lace bra. And she was wet, very wet. He could smell her arousal, she was feeling the full effects of his powers now.
After he cleaned up the kitchen Frank turned to look at her from the sink. She was sitting on the sofa looking out at the lake and the hot tub that was inset in the deck, and she was constantly looking over at him. It was way too cold for the lake, but the hot tub could be used all year round. "Ever been in a hot tub?" he asked.
"I don't have a suit." she responded in a sad tone. A tone that said she'd eagerly jump in if she had a suit.
Frank grinned. He could smell the heat coming from her. Then he remembered attending Tim's daughter's wedding a few years earlier. His wife and both of his girls were stacked, and on the rather tall side. Much like Miss Hutchinson. Frank looked to the ceiling as lf he could see through the floors. "I wonder if we can find you something."
"If you can I'll go in I guess." Helen said with a big smile.
Frank went up stairs, trying his best not to look anxious. He'd start with the clothes of Tim's girls figuring they would have something more up to date. He went into the first room to find men's clothing and moved on to the other secondary bedroom. After testing several drawers in one of the dressers he found one filled with swim suits. The first two were one piece and that just wouldn't do. He looked deeper and found the bikinis, and buried way in the back of the drawer he found the real interesting ones. The ones she probably only wore when she was up here without mom and dad. One orange and the other white, they were no more than three small triangles of fabric held on with strings. Frank couldn't help but wonder how small her areolas would have to be for the top to cover them.
Frank grabbed the skimpy white one and one of the other bikinis. In about 15 minutes, and after she made another phone call, Helen walked out of the half bath wearing the pretty blue and white stars bikini bottoms that were tied at her hips and the red and white striped top that didn't have straps. Frank was already in the hot tub having found some of Tim's trunks, they were a bit tight but he figured he wouldn't be wearing them long.
While Helen had gotten changed he had grabbed a couple of bath towels from upstairs and a bottle from the wine fridge. He was sipping from his glass with one already poured for Helen as she walked out of the cabin into the brisk air. Frank's eyes nearly popped out of his head. She was hot before, but she was smoking now. That suit fit her like it was made for her. And without straps it was her tits holding the top in place high on her chest. They weren't Wonder Woman tits, or like that brunette the night before, but they were still awesome. Just the slightest bit of sag and her skin was flawless. "You look incredible." Frank commented as he drank in her body. Big tits, tight waist, nicely rounded hips and her legs were trim, toned and looked silky smooth. The front of the bikini bottoms was small enough to indicate she at least trimmed her bush. But the way it laid so smoothly on her skin he was thinking she was fully shaved in that location.
"Well if Jack paid more attention to how I looked instead of other girls we might not have even met." Helen said a bit snidely as she mentioned her ex. Frank clenched his jaw and his eyes bugged out again as she turned around while getting in. Her barely covered butt could give Wonder Woman a run for the money. Round and firm, and even a ridge where her ass cheeks became her thighs. Her long supple legs would soon be wrapped around him.
"He was an idiot." Frank stated as she sat down opposite him and he handed her a glass of wine. And he meant what he said. Vanessa was really hot in her day, but Helen was in a whole new league. Any guy who wouldn't be satisfied with her body was sick in the head. That is unless the other girls he was screwing around with were just as hot.
As she took a seat opposite him in the tub Frank smiled. "You can't see the lake from there. It's all about the view."
Helen shrugged and took a sip of wine. She then moved over to sit next to him saying "I wouldn't want to be rude and ignore the view."
Frank was just about ready to cum as she sat right up against him. He was already hard and the trunks couldn't contain him, but the churning water made it hard for Helen to see. He held his wine in his right hand and Helen was to his left. Helen made the same grinning face Vanessa used to as his left arm was raised up and placed on the edge of the tub behind Her. Helen was holding her wine in her left hand and took another sip, pretending to ignore where he placed his arm.
The mid afternoon sun glistened on the still waters of the lake and the honks of the geese flying over head had them looking up for a few moments. "It's so beautiful and peaceful here." the girl commented.
"Your beautiful." Frank replied candidly, but he was soon to be slightly shocked.
"Don't take this the wrong way But Jack could be a jerk and hated ni.ne.blacks. It would rip him apart if he found out I."
"Had sex with a black man?" Frank finished calmly for her. It wasn't the first time he'd run into bigotry and he was sure it wouldn't be the last, but if it helped get that bikini off Helen then it was all fine with him. If she needed to convince herself she was going to do this to piss off her ex so she could give in to the effects of his pheromones then that was just fine with him. Whatever worked for her, and him.
"Yeah." By that time Frank already had his arm wrapped around her, gently caressing her arm. He put his glass of wine on the edge of the hot tub and turned to her. Her face turned up to his and she closed her eyes as the lips moved closer together. She moaned loudly as their lips met.
Frank's left arm pulled her in tighter and his hand found her firm breast. His tongue invaded her mouth, then hers invaded his. She moaned loudly as his hand squeezed and kneaded her boob, and gave a loud moan of approval as his fingers hooked the bikini top and pulled it down.
She pulled away from Frank with a smile as she put the wine glass down then slowly stood up and faced him. She bit her lip as she pulled the bikini top up over her head and tossed it away. She grinned down at Frank as she untied the strings on her left hip first, then the right. "Very nice." Frank commented as she pulled the bottoms free, confirming she was clean shaven, and tossed them over to where the top landed.
Frank studied her body for a moment. Her small pink and very erect nipples, her tight little camel toe pussy and her clean shaven mound. Helen was a vision to behold, then she slowly knelt down in front of him with a big smile as she blushed. "Your turn." she stated, then bit her lip as her eyes lit up.
The vein on her neck showed her heart rate was sky high. Her breathing too had quickened. And her skin was flushed. Her eyes shot wide open as he slowly stood up, her gaze was fixated on the several inches of his 14" cock sticking up out of his trunks. "Oh my god." she said with a nervous giggle. "It's so big."
"This will really give Jack an inferiority complex when you tell him." Frank commented as he slid the trunks down. Helen knelt there, slack jawed, as he stepped out of his trunks and tossed them over where her bikini was.
As he stood over her, Helen nervously looked up at him with her deep blue eyes and her hands rested on his thighs. "You can't make him jealous by just saying you looked at a big cock." Frank said laughingly as he took her hands in his and moved them to his big black snake. "That's it." he added as her hands latched on and she started to slowly pump, sliding her hands up and down the full length of his shaft. All as she stared at it with amazement in her eyes.
"It's impossible. It's too big." But her protest was weak and questioning. As he rested his hand on her head and gently pulled her the short distance between his cock and her face her eye shut and her mouth opened wide.
"Ummpphh..Umphhh..ummpphh." Helen squeezed as much into her mouth as she could. Frank looked down with a big grin as her deep blue eyes opened and she looked up at him. "Ummpphh. immpphh. .umpphh." She quickly picked up pace, her grip on his cock tightening. Her pumping and sucking going faster as she put more effort into it. And Frank could tell she had sucked a lot of cock, she was fairly good, he'd give her a better grade though if she could stuff more than just a few inches in her mouth. But he didn't see how, his cock was just too big. That, he was noticing was the down side of the drug.
Helen had the water splashing out of the hot tub as she used her whole body, her perky backside was moving from side to side as she attacked his cock. When she pulled back after several minutes to catch her breath Frank gripped her arms and sat her on the edge of the hot tub.
Helen spread her legs wide as she leaned back and turned her head to look out at the lake. "Oh god that's good!" She gasped as his tongue slipped into her tight little hole. Her whole body quivered with delight as he repeatedly poked his tongue into her pussy. He held onto her hips as she squirmed and squealed with pleasure. "Oh god, Jack could use lessons." she gasped as her right hand grabbed him by the hair as if to hold him in place, signaling she wanted more and more.
To Frank she tasted sweet, but from the start he could tell she was no innocent. And she wasn't expected to be. She had seemingly done these things with her ex in the 4 years they were together. She had learned to express her desires, even if it seemed Jack was lacking the skill to provide. She held Frank's head to her twat as he aggressively gave her a tongue lashing she'd never forget, and that idiot Jack would never be able to match.
Frank kept holding her to his face as she let go. Her breaths were becoming erratic and she had let go of his head to aggressively massage her own breasts. Then her hips started lunging towards him as her whole body shook. "OOHHH MYYY GODDDD!" Her screams echoed over the lake, water birds launched into the sky and her legs locked around his head.
Frank kept up the pressure as her orgasm lasted for a while, her repeated screams a delight to his ears. And as she lay there gasping for air in the after glow her face showed terror as he stood up. But she made no effort to pull away. To Frank her fear wasn't that he was going to fuck her, it was her own insecurity about if she could handle him.
Helen gripped the side of the hot tub for support as Frank held firmly to her hips. He saw the wonder in her eyes as she looked at his thick black monster. It was wide at the tip, then got even thicker. As big around as a 2 liter soda bottle at the base. "NNAAAAARRRGGGGG!" Helen screamed as he pushed just the tip inside, her legs having to spread wider apart to ease the pressure.
"I can do it. I can do it." she chanted to herself as she took breaths that puffed her cheeks out. "NNNRRRGGGGAAAAGGG!" She screamed more as Frank pushed in further. "OH GOD IT HURTS. MORE I CAN TAKE MORE." she screamed. Her eyes were glazed and she gritted her teeth and she huffed and puffed. She stared at him with determination. "I can do it." she growled insistently.
Her body was trembling as she struggled to block out the pain. Frank held onto her firmly as he pushed in past the halfway point. Her upper body fell back to lay on the deck and her arms flailed. "Don't stop.Oh god don't stop.I can ..I can."
Frank slowly rocked his hips as Helen grimaced and thrashed from side to side. Her hands balled up into fists and she repeatedly hammered the deck and the rim of the hot tub. Her voice was deep and husky and rife with determination as she grunted. "I will do it. I will take it."
"OOHHH MY GODDD I'MMM CUMMMIINNNNGGGGG!" Frank enjoyed the thrashing and her big tits undulating as she had a powerful orgasm. The pain faded from her face temporarily to be replace by shock. Her eyes were wide opened and rolled back and her mouth was wide open. And for several seconds as she shook, she couldn't breath.
Finally her body relaxed. She lay back, her body quivering, her hips bucking. Frank looked a little surprised as her legs closed around him. She locked her ankles together and pulled herself into him. "More, give me more."
Frank moved his hands from her hips to her tits. He squeezed them as his thumbs flicked her erect nipples. Her body was on fire, trembling at every touch. Frank figured there was only so far she'd go, but as he hit a barrier she gritted her teeth with determination and pulled him through her cervix with and ear piercing scream. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Again her whole body shook as she couldn't breath, but as he looked down she had taken nearly a full foot of him. Her pussy was stretched wide and tears were coming from the corners of her eyes. "Oh god no one's ever been this deep in me." she gushed after she could breath again.
Her chest rose and fell with each desperate breath, her abdomen showing a bulge from his presence within her. It was like there was no way for her to get enough air. But she wouldn't, or couldn't, stop. Frank grabbed her under her arms and pulled her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms wrapped around his neck. He kissed the side of her neck as she buried her face in his shoulder. Frank grabbed her by the ass as she pulled herself up and dropped herself onto his monster, taking him even deeper. She had orgasm after orgasm, the shear size of his cock sending her over the edge time after time.
She was wheezing and Frank was shocked she took all of him. Helen was grunting and groaning, but she had taken as much as he had to give. Her body was slippery with sweat and her hair was dripping. And soon after, Frank clenched his eyes shut and grunted loudly. Helen gave a whiny sigh of satisfaction as her body collapsed in his grip. After he finally came, her body finally gave out. She fell asleep in his arms.
Frank took her limp form and dipped her in the water to clean the sweat off. Being super strong came in handy as he easily took her out of the hot tub and laid her on the deck. He used the towels to dry her off even as she still gasped for air and her pussy was still gaping as if ready for more.
Frank carried her back into the house and laid her on the sofa, then got a blanket to cover her. It seemed it was going to be a while before he gave her a ride into town. So after he got dressed he sat down to watch the early news.
Diana Prince opened her door and then bent over to pick up the manila envelope that had been stuffed through her mail slot. She closed the door, tossed her coat and satchel onto the sofa and walked into the kitchen as she opened the file. She pulled out several folders, the first one being thin and having a hand written message from Shayera saying "You and Kara need to be more careful. National Enquirer has bought the negatives."
Diana sighed as she opened the folder. As expected there were the blurry images from the parking garage, at least she could get away with claiming they were fakes. Kara on the other hand wasn't so lucky. The pictures showed her laying on the pavement with her boobs and twat exposed. Her pictures were quite clear. But at least the Enquirer could be blocked from publishing them after Kara's recent court wins against the porn industry. If they can't prove she's 18, they can't distribute the images. At least not without blacking out portions.
She opened the next folder and scanned for the name she wanted. Victor Cummings, of Cummings Aviation. Great, just great she thought. One of his frat brothers had to be well connected. The high profile CEO was frequently in the company of congressmen and senators. And he had huge government contracts to provide the air force with planes. Acting like her FBI credentials were still good wasn't going to work here. If she went as Diana Prince this guy would be making phone calls. He will still be making calls after Wonder Woman visits him, but the JLA was used to getting complaints from Washington. You can't make everyone happy all the time and the JLA frequently had Washington's ire.
Half an hour later Diana stood on the roof top of Cummings Tower looking at the globe atop the Daily Planet building a few blocks away. According to the file Victor Cummings had his office on the west side of the top floor. He had a balcony over looking downtown.
The wind made it difficult to hear what was being said, but he was having some kind of meeting in his office. The double French doors to the balcony were open and the discussion was seemingly coming to and end. She waited for a few minutes after the voices stopped.
Diana's boots made a loud click as she landed on the balcony. The 49 year old man who she'd seen only on the covers of magazines like Fortune and Forbes looked up from whatever he was working on and looked to his left. His desk being situated so he could see out the window and see the door to his office without much effort.
"Wonder Woman?" He said. The 5'10" man of average build seemed a bit surprised to see her.
"I would like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind Mr. Cummings." Diana said as she strode into the office as if it were hers.
Victor liked people who showed power, just not when it was aimed at him. He sat back in his chair and folded his hands in front of him in his own display. Any meeting had to have someone piloting. He was the one who would choose the direction. And he had more than a glimmer of why she was there. He had just spent an hour with the FBI. Seemed Franklin Benjamin was in more trouble than was explained to him. But Frank was still his frat brother and the FBI had no proof Frank had been on his plane, nor would they ever.
"If you would like a meeting you can see my secretary on the way out." Victor stated flatly as he gestured towards the door with his right hand. "Now if you don't mind I have a report to finish proof reading before it's sent to the White House."
"Did you take Franklin Benjamin on your plane last night?" Diana stood firm. She stepped up to the front of his large cherry desk and stood in her power pose.
Victor though wasn't impressed. Getting a close up look at her crotch was nice, but he wasn't an easily impressed man. He drew a deep breath for a sigh, then stared a hole right through her. Normally he'd be nice to a hero, especially one with boobs like hers. But answering any questions about a brother was out of the question. "As I said, I'm extremely busy. Now will you please leave or do I need to call security?"
Diana placed her hand on her lasso and reiterated her desire to talk. "I reall."
"My office is constantly under observation by security. Any attempt by you to use that devise will send in security. And I will file assault charges before dinner time. Now good day." Diana was stunned by his quick response, and the doors opening as if on cue. Three burley men in uniform stood with their hands ready to draw their side arms staring at her.
"Easy way, or hard way Wonder Woman."
"Your not the only one with friends in Washington." she stated as she stepped backwards towards the balcony. In her years in the mans world she had made a lot of friends. "But if your in a hurry for that paper to get to the White House maybe I can deliver it for you." her insinuation was clear. She'd call in favors to put pressure on him to talk with her. "And if I'm correct, and that's for the new XJ-7, Steve Trevor has to sign off on that contract."
Victor stared angrily at her, but she had the leverage she needed. He waved the troops away and waited for them to close the door. "I want this off the record. Your word you heard nothing from me." Ratting out a brother was bad for business. Loosing a multi billion dollar deal was a disaster. The stock holders would toss him out on his can, even if the company had his name.
"I'll tell no one you talked." Diana stated.
"Fine. All I know is I got a phone call that a frat brother needed a ride. We talked little as I was piloting. He just sat in the back drinking an expensive bottle of wine. And after we landed he got into a car and was gone. It wasn't until after I heard all this stuff on the news about a murder."
"You have no idea where he is?"
"None." Victor replied. "And to tell you the truth I hope to never see him again. I never much liked him before. He threatened to black ball me from the frat . I had to carry his books and shine his damn shoes. My father was an important man and he treated me like I was the n."
"Nigger?" Diana asked. Prejudice was as old as the world and some people hadn't evolved past the stone age in that department. Including Victor Cummings it seemed.
"Yeah. Now if you don't mind I have work to do. Find John Manchester. He's the one who called my office. He was friends with your professor." Frank was a douche, but that John was one weird mother fucker. That creep did something that broke up his sister and the school running back that his sister to this day wouldn't tell him what. The running back that made a fortune with a 14 year career in the NFL.
"Thank-you you've been quite helpful." Diana said as she left. At least now she knew the feds were right in looking for the professor in the area. They were still looking for him elsewhere, but they were looking for him here. Her next stop would be Stanhope and inform Kara of the danger and tell her to stay away. The teen should be concentrating on her school work, not chasing after some drugged up killer and rapist.
"Where the hell have you been?" John's question was a little out of line, but the white as a ghost face and his nervousness brought back memories of their school days. His suit jacket and tie were off and the under arms of his dress shirt were soaked. He had been waiting alone in the cabin for an hour, sweating heavily the entire time.
Frank walked in slowly and cautiously as his small buddy seemed terrified of something. "What's going on?" After getting laid and Helen saying she'd be seeing him again and soon, Frank could listen to John's problem. After all John got him out of Gotham.
"I can't believe it." John said in a panicked voice as he paced the floor looking like he'd seen a ghost. "First he threatens me, then I found out he was at the school where Jen and Joe go. Then he was where my wife works."
"Who?"
"I don't know. But he's big, bigger than you are now. And his hands. He grew claws from his hands. And he's strong. I couldn't put him to sleep. He threatened to kill me and my family and rape my girls if."
Here's the kicker Frank thought. All these years he'd been playing a dangerous game and thinking it was just a game to everyone. Now he'd pissed off the wrong guy. But the other guy didn't know John had an ace in the hole.
At the Taylor home Kara and Lori were in the basement getting ready to do homework as they watched the evening news after supper. With Kara's powers almost fully restored it was safe for her to be in the dorms again, but the girls figured Lori's story to Alan would work better if she was actually at home studying with a friend. And on the lucky side the new hydraulic lifts for the garage had arrived and the best time Alan and his friends had to install them was that night.
And with her powers not fully back Kara was in no danger of going after that professor guy too soon. Diana had stopped by earlier to visit and order her to stay away, but Kara had no plans to avoid the bastard. After what he did to Barbara that jackass was going to be meeting one pissed off Kryptonian real soon.
The news of a crazed the murderer on the loose and possibly in their area had many of the young women in town and at the college even more nervous. Like having a creep that snuck into girls' bedrooms at night wasn't bad enough. "Maybe we should just do homework." Lori groaned.
"I guess your right." Kara commented as Lori turned off the TV. It wasn't like she could do anything about either of them for now. But the murder was the first priority. After what he did to Barbara Kara was going to bust him up, no matter how Diana or her cousin felt.
Kara had called to check on Barbara, who was doing much better and would be going back to work in the morning. But Babs was a bit miffed Dick had gotten to King Tut first. She had wanted to bring him in herself. "We can't all have what we want all the time." Kara had stated.
From high in the sky in her invisible plane , Diana watched as John Manchester and his wife returned from what seemed like a date night. They parked the Chevy Nova next to the bug and got out. It was nearly midnight and she had taken a nap while they were gone. She had arrived just as they were leaving around 7 and set her plane on auto pilot to take a nap and wait for them. She would prefer to talk to him in private first. It just wouldn't be right to upset his wife for no reason and she had nothing on him yet but the word of Victor Cummings that he was involved.
Diana watched as the lights went on and off. The front porch light was the only one on when they came home. Diana watched as the living room lights on, then the upstairs which she assumed to be the bedroom. The window next to the bedroom lit up, then the lights downstairs went off. Shadows moved over the shade in the bathroom, then that light went out. Then finally the bedroom light.
The light show lasted a good half hour, then Diana was about to nap again herself and wait until morning when the lights downstairs came on again. "Okay?" she said to herself as the front door opened and the man she wanted to talk to came out.
John looked nervously around as he walked to the car. Frank had said he'd take care of the other big guy if needed, but John figured to play a safe bet that night and stick to his normal hunting grounds. As he got to the car he froze hearing the couple of boot clicks behind him.
John cautiously turned around very slowly, his mind screaming 'What the fuck?' when seeing his next visitor. There she was, large as life. Standing there just 10 feet away in her power pose was Wonder Woman herself. The very heroine Frank had bragged he had had his way with for most of the ride from the air field to the Taylor house.
Supergirl, that big monster of a man with the claws and now Wonder Woman. John was feeling more than a little pressure, but at least the blonde flying bimbo seemed to have gotten the message and not come back. But then maybe that's why Wonder Woman was here. Maybe she wasn't here about Frank and was instead upset about what he did to Supergirl. John decided to play it cool until he found out which it was. "Wonder Woman, May I help you with something?"
"I doubt if you would give a straight answer, but I'll try anyway." the heroine stated as her hand slowly moved to the lasso on her hip, sending a strong message she'd use it.
John's eyes fixated on the lasso, the lasso of truth. Wonder Woman had been around so long just about everyone not living under a rock knew of her lasso. How it was unbreakable and anyone contained in it had to tell the truth. There were also stories the lasso could compel people to obey orders even after it was removed.
"What is it you want?" John asked as he watched the confused expression on her face, and then her slumping to the ground.
As Diana awoke she heard the command "Kneel in front of me and you will answer my questions." Her eyes opened as she got off her back and knelt in the driveway. The horror registering in her mind as she became aware of her situation. Her own lasso was wrapped around her waist and John Manchester was holding the other end.
"You can't.."
"Shut up. You will not try to escape from me or hurt me, you will obey me and only talk to answer questions. Understand?"
John was just about in a full bout of laughter. Wonder Woman stared hatefully at him as she replied "I understand."
"Good. You will stand up and walk around to the back of the house." Not that he couldn't handle her there, but some straggler might drive by and see them.
Compelled by the power of her own lasso, Diana rose to her feet and led the way. Once in the back yard and out of view from the street she was ordered to stop. She stood staring down at the smug looking little man in the moonlight as his gaze itself sexually assaulted her. "Is it true you must obey all my commands and answer all my questions?"
"Yes." her answer was concise. She knew too well the power of her lasso, and where criminals were usually more inclined to offer more information than requested she knew to focus and only give what was asked for.
"Good. Good." John commented. His eyes wandered over her breasts and down to her crotch. He had been planning to visit Amy Goddard that night and stop by Balinda's to ask her about Supergirl. But now he was thinking something else. Wonder Woman could have been lying about having to obey, so a test was in order. "Take off your top and toss it over there." He pointed to the ground a few feet to his left.
Diana flinched and her face showed extreme anger, but moments later her bustier was landing on the ground. As Diana stood with her arms folded over her chest John looked annoyed. "You will not cover yourself."
Diana groaned as her arms fell to her sides. How did he do it? How did this happen she asked herself. She was standing there confronting him, then the next thing she knew she was on the ground with her own lasso around her.
Definitely the year of the boobs he thought to himself. Here was another magnificent set just feet away from him. Glistening in the moonlight those wondrous orbs barely sagged at all. Her DDs stuck out proudly from her chest just begging to be played with. The cool evening air had goose bumps on her skin and her nipples were hard and erect. And she had great boobs. Those boobs were just like the ones on...
John paused in his thoughts. Big boobs like hers weren't common. Ones that firm were beyond belief and here he now had two such pairs in a short period of time. Both sets on brunettes that also seemed to be the same size. And her showing up after he had visited the other in his special way. But were they two different people. He might not have been as smart as Frank, but he wasn't an idiot either. The probabilities they weren't the same woman were too high. If they weren't the same they could be sisters. "What is your name?" he asked.
"Wonder Woman." Diana replied. But he could see fear in her eyes as she replied. She was hiding something. She had other names.
John smiled at her. The lasso compelled the truth, and she gave him the truth. Or at least part of it. "What other name do you go by?" he asked next.
"The Champion of all Women." she answered next.
"Funny." John commented. His patience was being tested, but having taught teenagers for so long he was used to that. Teens could be quite cunning at times. "When you are not Wonder Woman what name do you go by?"
Diana struggled valiantly, but the power of the lasso was too much. "Diana, Diana Prince." She cringed after blurting out her name. She had just surrendered her secret identity.
Frank wasn't going to believe this, they had both banged the same chick. But he had the time to cum for her. Then the nervousness set in. He looked from side to side, waiting for the big blonde monster to pounce on him and rip him to shreds.
John would like nothing more than to have some fun with her right then and there, but he also wanted to live. "Pick up your bustier, we're going to take a drive." That beast might come around again and he didn't want Wonder Woman near.
Diana sighed as she bent over and picked up the bustier. Her eyes rolling as she felt a hand on her ass. And heard his command. "Before we leave you will take off those bottoms too."
Diana grimaced as she climbed into the car moments later. Her bustier and briefs were in the back seat of the bug. John Manchester had entered through the passenger side and crawled over to the driver's seat. As he held the other end of her lasso Diana gritted her teeth and sat her bare ass down and brought her feet inside. She then closed the door and buckled her seat belt. "Seat belt. Nice touch." he commented.
Diana groaned as the car backed out of the driveway. "You will keep your eyes shut tightly and you will enjoy my touch until we get there." She would have preferred to watch where they were going, but he seemed a step ahead on that one. But she did keep track of other things in her head. Two sets of railroad tracks, some pavement, a winding dirt road, more pavement, three stop signs or red lights and about 20 minutes. All that time he spent fondling her breasts and diddling her twat with his right hand.
Frank saw the lights coming up the drive and took his coat off, he had been planning on going into town to look for some action. Being alone up in the cabin had him going nuts. Looking at the moonlit lake was one thing. Having a hot chick two exercise his dick was another. Both would be just perfect.
Frank was wondering why the hell John was back so late. Did the big monster come back? Then just after the car was parked his eyes opened wide seeing what climbed out of the passenger seat.
Diana gritted her teeth as she stood in the driveway and John climbed out of the car holding the other end of her lasso. "What the hell? Are you crazy bringing her here?" Frank shrieked as he came out of the cabin.
Diana's jaw dropped. There he was again, and she was even more helpless than before. But inside she vowed to fight with whatever she could. One mistake. One mistake and she'd be free of their clutches and she'd hurt them real bad for what they did to Barbara, and her. No matter how attracted she would be to him she was still going to bust him up.
"Where else was I gonna take her. And get this. She's Diana Prince. She's the one the guy was talking about. And I didn't go after her, she came after me looking for you."
What guy? Someone was talking to him about her? Then it hit her. Somehow he made her fall asleep, and she was just raped as she slept. But how the hell did he get in her apartment? But more importantly who was this other guy who knew her identity?
Frank eyed the tall heroine with a mixture of anger and lust. At least now he didn't have to go into town. He chuckled at her as she stood there wearing just her sexy boots and her accessories. And her twat and inner thighs soaked with her own juices. "Just can't keep your clothes on, can you?" he joked.
Diana was steaming inside. She would have had a lot to say, but she was still in her lasso. But even if she could talk she was sure she'd pay for whatever she said.
"Look, you just keep her until we can figure what to do with her. If she's a teacher then she won't be missed for a couple of days." John said as he held out the end of the lasso to him.
"And if the big man comes back you bring him here. He and I will have a talk, or something." Frank stated as he took the lasso.
"You take care of her and I'm gonna go check on the possible blabber mouth." John took the bustier and Wonder Woman's briefs out of the back seat and chuckled that at least his wife wouldn't be seen dead in an old beetle so she'd never notice. The passenger side seat was soaked with Wonder Woman's pussy juice after the drive.
Frank led Wonder Woman into the cabin as John drove away. Once inside she was looking a bit more than on edge. He figured she'd be knowing he was about to have even more fun with her than in the parking garage, but having been married for so long he knew that look on a woman's face.
Frank led her over to the half bath and stated "The door stays open. "
Diana breathed a sigh of relief and wasted no time in using the facilities to relieve herself. "It's the same with all women. Take a drive, hit the head." he grumbled.
Diana sat thinking as she tinkled. She had her error if he didn't catch it. John Manchester ordered she obey him and not hurt or try to escape from him. but she was in the custody of the professor now. She still couldn't speak unless to answer questions, but if he took the lasso off she'd have her free will back.
Diana wiped, flushed and washed her hands. She was embarrassed beyond words, but it beat the options. She could have just let loose in the car or on the floor. That would have pissed the guys off for sure. But then they'd probably make her clean it up some disgusting way and even in captivity she had some dignity.
"You thought we had fun before, now we have all night." Frank commented. "Come with me."
Diana cringed at the idea. The man standing 6'4" led the way, tossing her bustier and briefs on to the sofa on their way to the stairs. She had no mistaken ideas what she was in for as he led her up the stairs.
He led her into the master bedroom and up to the king sized bed made of logs. "Take off those boots, that belt and that thing on your head."
Diana winced, then complied. Without her belt she would be helpless, he was just too strong. She'd be reduced to her wits. And without her tiara any injury wouldn't heal quickly. Frank took the belt and tiara and just to be a prick he opened the window and tossed them out. "You won't be needing those anymore. The boots though are hot."
After shutting the window again he had Diana sit on the edge of the bed. Frank held the lasso in his right hand as he kicked off his shoes. That's when the shit hit the fan.
Axel burst through the window, claws and teeth bared. Frank released his grip on the golden rope to defend himself. Diana quickly moved to the far corner of the room as the two big super powered men went at it. Frank was seemingly up to Axels speed and strength. Even more so, but Axel was armed with razor sharp claws.
Diana's eyes were wide open with shock. What the heck was Axel doing here? And what was his beef with the professor? But as she slipped off her lasso and freed herself she was trapped. The two big men were tearing the room apart and in doing so kept her from the door.
Punches, slashes, kicks and blood. Both men were wild animals. Diana knew she had to get out of there. As the fight moved towards the window she tried to make her move. Diana jumped for the door only to get crushed into the wall by Axel's body being thrown across the room.
Diana fell to the floor clutching her aching head and sore ribs. She felt the warm ooze on her fingers and her vision was a bit blurry. Each breath was painful. She was hurt. The naked heroine crawled towards the door, holding her lasso in her right hand as the savage fight continued.
She crawled to the stairs and was starting to go down as the professor grabbed onto Axel and they both went through the doorway and crashed through the railing, and smashed through the table below. Using the stair railing for support, Diana struggled to her feet and moved down the stairs.
Professor Benjamin threw Axel from the living room into the kitchen cabinets. Axel then busted off a section of granite counter and lunged at the professor with it. Even in her concussed head one thing was crystal clear to Diana. The drug's effect on the professor was much more extreme than anyone had suspected. He definitely had had a repressed meta gene and now he was a super human, on par with the likes of Axel.
Diana made it to the bottom of the stairs just as the two men smashed through the glass doors to the deck. After grabbing her bustier and briefs she stumbled bare foot towards the front door. And as the fight went on outside she slipped out and around to the side of the house to get her belt and tiara. She had everything but her boots. The wounded and naked Champion of all Women stumbled her way out into the forest to get away.
She could hear the trees cracking and the frightened birds scattering as she got as far away as she could. When she thought she was far enough away she held her arms out to the side and began to spin. But she was too badly hurt to go on. With her clothes back on her injuries caught up with her and she passed out.
"You son of a bitch." Frank growled. He had gotten the rope to the anchor of the boat out back and looped around the intruder's neck, but the wild beast man was still slashing at him with his claws. Frank got a hold of the beast by the back of the neck and heaved him, the rope and the small anchor as hard as he could out into the middle of the lake. "Have fun breathing water." he grunted as he huffed and puffed.
The fight was intense and he had blood coming out from slashes on his arms, legs and chest. He could see why John had been so scared if this was the same guy. But how did that animal find him way out in the middle of nowhere?
Frank walked back into the cabin, the totally trashed cabin. Wonder Woman was gone, but she'd be back. Frank grabbed his coat, his bag of pills, the small amount of cash he had and the keys to the bigger of the three scooters. He was hurt pretty badly, but he couldn't stay there any longer.
But as he walked out to get on the scooter he was impressed with himself. In his whole life before the pills he had never won a fight, and now he had beaten some big animal guy with sharp claws. It was a rough fight and both of them were hurt, and hopefully the other guy was dead at the bottom of the lake. But he had won.
Axel took several deep gasping breaths as he broke the surface. He swam to the shore grimacing from the pain. His adamantium laced bones protected him, but his soft tissues were vulnerable. Fortunately he healed extremely fast. And that big black man was in big trouble when he caught up with him, especially if he couldn't heal as quickly.
Axel walked out of the cold water and snarled as the scooter left. The big beast of a man put his nose in the air and sniffed, his super senses finding Wonder Woman's scent. Shivering from the cold he followed her pleasant aroma.
He had been keeping an eye on the little twerp when Wonder Woman dropped in on him. He watched and listened to their interaction. His super senses allowing him to hear from far away and see like an owl in the night. With his car's lights out he followed the old beetle, the twerp too preoccupied to notice. His car was parked in the trees out on the street.
Though injured himself, Axel picked up Wonder Woman's limp body and carried her too his car. His right arm under her legs, his left wrapped around her body and the hand resting comfortably on her big soft tit. She was adorable in her sleep, and a lot less troublesome. But she was hurt. Cracked skull and it looked like a few broken ribs.
The Dream Weaver had a cold stare as he stood in the living room of the Johnson home. Getting in wasn't easy, her house was locked up tight just like the Taylor house was the night before. He found the spare key under a big flower pot next to the back stairs.
Dream Weaver walked into Balinda's room that she shared with her sister. To other metas she was The Historian, to him she was trouble. He hated the idea of killing, and it went against his ghost like reputation. He was a spirit, coming and going without ever being seen. Just his personal calling card would be left behind. But if he kept finding locked doors it might be time to move his show to another small town.
With everyone in the house asleep he turned on the small table lamp between the twin beds. Balinda slept in long sleeve flannel pajamas and she still had gloves on. Balinda was just too afraid to exploit her powers. John would love to see into people's pasts. He could visit a guy like Brad Harris, the Metropolis running back and big time womanizer. He had been linked to several celebrities, including some hot little pop princesses. He could see and feel what someone like that little red headed darling, Jessica Morris, was like without actually getting to her. In the tabloids the 21 year old pop princess was rumored to be his girlfriend of the month.
"Your time will come." he jokingly said to Balinda's sister, then turned his attention back to the so called blabber mouth. And part of the reason she fearer him so much. But first he'd enjoy a bit of play time.
Dream Weaver lifted Balinda's left arm, she was sleeping on her side, and slid the covers off. He gently rolled her onto her back and grinned as she had her left leg straight while her right was off to the side and bent at the knee. Her right foot resting near her left knee. John had enjoyed his few visits to Balinda, except for him she was a virgin, afraid to touch anyone for fear of seeing too much from their pasts.
But the funniest thing to John was their powers could merge. She wouldn't be the only one seeing the past, the person or persons she was in contact with would also experience it as well. Except in his case where with his ability to implant a post hypnotic suggestion he could insert himself into her dreams, as anyone, and change her perceptions. In a sense with her he could control her dreams, or nightmares, as long as they were in contact. And his power could keep her from waking up from even the worst nightmares. And it was one of the ways he felt he could keep everyone in line. Those that heard stories of the Dream Weaver feared he could do the same to them, and he could do it from far away. Up until Balinda though he was just a myth. In the last few months talk of The Dream Weaver had increased dramatically. He loved standing in the hallway at school and listening to the whispers from the girls.
Dream Weaver looked down as she moaned loudly, seems she was a little ahead of him. He moved her right hand, which she moved to her chest to massage her own tits, and gave each of her perky C-cups a feel through her pajamas. Next he slowly unbuttoned her tops and opened them up, exposing her nicely shaped freckle covered breasts. Freckles were the down side of redheads that he was willing to over look, otherwise her tits were nearly perfect. Nice and firm little bumps with tiny pink areolas rising and falling with each breath. They were a bit on the small side, but he was sure just about any guy would be happy to get their hands on them.
John put on a stern and determined face, the down side of doing what he was about to do was it was in her head. And if she ever learned to focus her own energies she could probably turn the tables on him. She could take control of her dreams back and attack him, forcing him to retreat. Or even trapping him in her head and possibly injuring him. She might even be able to kill him that way.
Dream Weaver sat on the edge of her bed to her left. He grabbed her left tit with his right hand as his left slid into her pajama bottoms and panties, down over her soft red hair. As he fondled her tit he stuck two fingers in her damp little twat. "Now let's see what your moaning about." How he would love to be able to do this with all the girls.
John found himself in the middle of Crows Park. It was the middle of the night and the bright full moon made it easy to see. Balinda was on her back, Ben Francis between her legs. So she has a crush on Ben John chuckled. And why not, the boy was the star quarterback for the last three years and just about every girl in their graduating class had a crush on him at some point, a situation Ben regularly cashed in on. No one could keep track of how many girls he took out to the Holler.
The two teens were naked on a blanket, Ben fucking Balinda with a 10" cock. Her legs were locked around him, his left hand mauling her left tit as he held himself up with the right. Her eyes were closed in peaceful bliss as they made love.
John matched Ben's pumping with his fingers, and enjoyed her breast some more. Then he squeezed her tit as hard as he could. "AAAAAAAAA" Balinda's scream was blood curdling. Her eyes shot open and there was a painful expression as he held her tit in his grip. Ben had been replaced by Mr. Manchester. He was now fucking her, and his dick expanded to a painful 12". Her tits was already purple as her former teacher raped her.
Mr. Manchester jumped off her and she was suddenly surrounded by hundreds of angry looking towns people wearing pilgrim garb. "witch.witch.witch.." they chanted as they grabbed her by the arms and dragged her towards the big wooden post with the pile of wood around it. "NOOOO NOOOOO NOOOO." she screamed in a panic. Her naked breasts swung around as she frantically tried to pull herself free. John stood there with a smug expression as she was man handled up onto the pile and tied to the post.
"Please. Please . Not again." she begged as she looked at him, tears streaking her cheeks. The lessons from the class on the Salem witch trials back in middle school had always stuck in her head. A deep seeded fear of being different. Though Americans really didn't burn many witches in those days, the perception was locked in her head. In fact those found guilty in Salem were hanged, but the burning was what was in her head and he had used it against her before.
"You talked." he stated as more town people approached, carrying lit torches.
"NOO . NO... I PROMISE." She shouted as she pulled on her bonds, a few of the men tying her up fondling her breasts.
Mr. Smith, Mr. Jones, Mr. Webber. Seemed she had secret crushes on a few of her teachers. The men feeling her up being a tell as to what was going on in her mind. Mr. Jones was also the father of one of her friends. The girl afraid to touch anyone secretly wanted a few men to touch her sexually.
"You told Supergirl." John stated firmly as the torches got nearer.
"NO .. NO . LORI DID . LORI TALKED."
"And how did Lori find out?" Way to sell out your friends he thought.
"I'M SORRY .. PLEASE NO .. I'M SORRY." the torches were almost there. Balinda's eyes were focused on the coming horror. Other kids that picked on her for being different were the ones holding the torches.
"So how did Supergirl find out?"
"Linda ..Linda Danvers. . Lori's friend Linda .She's cousins the Clark Kent . .. She knows Supergirl and Superman." the panicked girl blurted out as the torches circled her.
The girl in Lori's bed. The girl he didn't recognize. It had to be her, but that didn't forgive Balinda from opening her mouth in the first place. "NOOOOOO .. NOOOOOO .. NOOOOOO" Balinda screamed as the fire was lit. "OH GOD PLEASE NOOO."
John figured she needed to prove she was sorry, but there were a couple of issues. If she died in her dream she'd die for real, so he couldn't let the fire thing go too far. Secondly was he found out before she'd suffer the flames rather than tell him her brother's power. She was overly protective of her twin brother Ben.
Balinda fell to the ground sobbing as the fire, towns people and everything else was gone. It was just her and Mr. Manchester alone in the park. She sobbed as she crossed her arms over her naked chest and looked up at him through tear filled green eyes. "No more. Please, no more."
"Do you want everyone to know your brother's gay? Your parents? The other guys at school on the soccer team with him? His friends?" John asked threateningly.
"No." Ben wasn't actually gay. He was bisexual, attracted to both guys and girls. But to many guys that was just as bad. Ben could take care of himself if need be, but he had never had to do so. He had been pushed around and picked on, but he never really got beat up.
"Maybe he should wake up with a big black dildo shoved up his ass, by you." It something he didn't know if he could actually make her do, but she didn't know that.
"No, I'm sorry." she sobbed. Already her heart rate had come down and she was breathing almost normally.
"Then prove it."
Balinda opened her eyes slowly. Mr. Manchester stood beside her, already naked and in her bedroom. The one person she could touch without seeing their past was demanding sex right now. She looked over at her sister, asleep with her back to them. In fact the whole rest of the family was asleep. Her mom and dad were just across the hall had her door was wide open, she could see their door was ajar.
"Yes sir." she whimpered as she sat up and climbed out of bed. She took off her pajama tops and tossed them over the bed, her bottoms and panties soon followed along with her white gloves. She should really learn to trim down there he thought. Her red pubes were growing wild. As Mr. Manchester stood with his arms folded and a scowl on his face she dropped to her knees in front of him. She took his cock in her right hand and gently stroked it a few times before putting it in her mouth.
"Now show me how sorry you are."
Balinda moaned as she feverishly pumped his cock with her right hand and fondled his balls with her left. Her mouth getting him good and wet for her punishment. After several minutes her spit was dripping off his balls and dripping off her chin onto her boobs.
John reached down to cup her left tit, and fiddle with her tiny pink areola. As far as he knew she was a toy only he had played with, and tonight she was going to do something very different. Tonight she was going to be awake. But he still had another stop to make that night so he would speed things up with Balinda. He still had to pay a visit to Lori, and then get to that Linda girl somehow.
"Turn around and get on your stomach." he commanded to as he took the pillow from her bed and roughly handed it to her.
"Yes sir." Balinda whimpered as she took her pillow and laid over it, putting her cute little freckled ass in the air for him. She hated him, but was terrified of what he would do to her and her family. But he was also the only man who could fuck her without her seeing his past. Tears streaked her cheeks as he knelt down astride her thighs.
John grabbed her robe from off the foot of the bed and put it next to her head. "If you need to scream use this. If you wake up anyone and I have to put them back to sleep again you'll all regret it." he stated threateningly.
Why would I need to scream she asked herself, that seemed weird. Then as he leaned over and put his weight on her she felt his cock at her ass. "Oh god." she gasped and grabbed her robe. Some of the other girls she knew had said they had done this, and until they got used to it the cock in their ass hurt like hell.
"Get used to it babe. Someday your gonna like a guy so much you'll let him do this all he wants." He told her. It was a lie, but what did she know. Sure a lot of girls do it, but his wife hadn't let him in all the time they were together. She found it demeaning. And in Balinda's case she'd need to find a guy that her powers wouldn't work on. Or a filthy dike with a big black strap on he mused.
"MMPPPHH." Balinda stuffed part of her robe into her mouth and screamed into it as Mr. Manchester started violating her virgin ass.
John found her extremely tight and her ass was clenching in an automated response to his intrusion. Her whole body had stiffened and her face quickly became beet red. "Your doing it so I won't mess with the rest of your family. Relax your ass." he barked at her.
Balinda couldn't. She didn't know how. She sobbed and screamed into her bathrobe as Mr. Manchester forced his way in, inch by painful inch. Her whole body trembled with the strain. Mr. Manchester, the man who took her virgin mouth and popped her cherry was now taking the last innocent part of her.
John strained as he squeezed in deeper and deeper, until he was fully sheathed in her quivering butt. "You remember this. You open your mouth again and you'll beg for this instead of what I'll do." He said in her ear. It was another idle threat, but again she would have no idea of that. He hadn't even thought about fucking her ass this time until just before doing so. It was the sight of her quivering little freckled butt sticking up in the air and her pink little butt hole looking at him, just begging to be explored, that put the idea in his head.
She was tight. John gritted his teeth as he slowly pumped her ass. She cried and screamed into her bathrobe as his stomach bounced off her soft curvy backside. Her butt wasn't that of an athletic girl like Connie, but she also didn't have a fat ass. Her butt was as perfectly shaped as her boobs. It was round, just firm enough and felt wonderful in his hands when he had played with her before.
Balinda cried from the burning pain in her ass. But there was also a part of her, a part of her deep inside that craved physical interaction just like everyone else. And Mr. Manchester was the only person she'd met in her life that could touch her without her seeing and experiencing his past.
She had touched a few guys, and it was weird. It was weird feeling what it was like to have a dick and how it felt to have it inside a girl. From her unique perspective she could see why boys would lie and do just about anything to get between a girl's legs. Or get them to suck cock. To them a girl's mouth or pussy surrounding their cocks was better than anything else. Even better than chocolate was.
Balinda cringed at the ideas in her own head. That she purposely blabbed so Mr. Manchester would come visit her again. Could she have subconsciously been hoping he'd come see her she wondered. Was her saying his name to Lori a Freudian slip? Did she really want his attentions, or just the attentions of anyone that could touch her without her mind going crazy? Her world was a lonely one, having to sit on the sidelines and look at couples holding hands or kissing. Hearing the other girls coo about how good the sex was the night before. Or how they compared their guys' cocks. Or how long they lasted in bed.
Balinda's whole body jerked with each of his thrusts, her head springing upwards each time. Her legs were bent at the knees, her feet swaying up by his ass. And the excitement was getting to him quickly. He pulled out quickly with a plop and feverishly stroked himself as she took wheezing breath after wheezing breath.
As Balinda gasped for air and her ass still burned, though the pressure was gone. She cringed and wanted to cry as be covered her twitching butt with his cum. How humiliating she thought. To be used like this, but then he was the only one who could touch her like she was everyone else.
John dressed as Balinda sobbed on the floor, she hadn't even rolled over. Her perky little cum drenched and gaping butt was jiggling as she cried her eyes out into her bathrobe. Not wanting to deal with it he put her back to sleep, then finished dressing, turned off the light, closed the door and left.
Balinda was a bit disoriented as she awoke on the cold floor. Her butt was still sore and as her hands instinctively went to her butt she found the cum still very wet. He hadn't been gone long. Balinda used her bathrobe to wipe his man goo off herself, then crawled around her bed to fumble in the dark to find her clothes. Dreams faded quickly, nightmares lasted a little longer. She needed to do something fast while she still remembered enough of what just transpired.
She was still buttoning her tops as she quietly went into her brother's room. "Ben.Ben.Ben.wake up." she said quietly as she gently pushed him a few times. She didn't have her gloves on, but he was wearing his pajamas. She had accidentally touched him back in the spring, and that's how she discovered his crush on Lori. And how far back that crush went. And then she saw that disturbing memory of him with Mrs. McCarthy, the busty woman their moms age from next door, taking his virginity.
"Nnaa..Wha?"
"Ssshh..be quiet. Don't let mom or dad hear." she whispered in the dark. The last thing she wanted to explain to anybody was how she just had sex in her bedroom, next to her sister and everyone else in the house. Ben catching on was going to be bad enough.
"Why?.. Wha?..." Balinda cringed as her brother sniffed the air. He looked at his alarm clock to see it was a little before 2. "What happened?" he asked as he sat up slowly. They went to school together so he knew his sister had no boyfriend. She hardly ever let anyone touch her. But he also wasn't as judgmental as their parents would be. They were as close as brother and sister could be, even grading how attractive boys were with each other.
"You have to go. You have to stop him." Balinda was scared what Mr. Manchester would do to Lori. He might not know she's pregnant. And if he did that burning at the stake thing with her he might not just scare Lori a lot, he might kill the baby.
"Stop who?" He could smell the cum, and his sister was looking uncomfortable in more ways than one. He had smelled sex on a lot of girls, so he knew that scent well. But he never got that from her. Then again his sister always beat him to the shower in the morning.
"Dream Weaver was here."
Great, fairytales he thought. Then his nose picked up the scent of someone else in the house. Male, older, not in great shape. He knew that scent. Normally the smell of someone's short visit was gone in an hour or so, so this guy must have just left. And the scent was familiar, very familiar. "Mr. Manchester?" Mr. Manchester was the Dream Weaver?
"And he's going after Lori right now. You have to stop him, he could kill her baby." Balinda pleaded. She knew her brother hated being different just as much as she did, but this was an emergency. "I'll call and try to warn her, you go stop him. She's kept your secret all these years, you owe her for that."
"She only thinks she saw what she saw. But I guess I can go. I'm awake now." he grumbled.
The twins snuck out to the kitchen and Balinda opened the door for her brother. "No peeking." he stated as he walked out.
"We've both seen each other naked more than once." she chuckled as she closed the door. As he took off his pajamas and shorts out on the back deck, she picked up the receiver for the phone. As she finished dialing he had transformed into a hawk and was taking flight. She thought it humorous that for him to use his powers he had to take off his clothes. Just how would a bird fly in pajamas?
"uuuhhhhh." Richard Taylor groaned as he looked at his alarm clock to see it was about 2 in the morning and wondering who the hell would be calling at this hour. He reached for the phone on the nightstand not so much as to answer it as to make the damn thing stop ringing. "Hello." he barked into it as Janet yawned and propped herself up on her elbows with a questioning look.
"I'm so sorry. It's Balinda, I really need to talk with Lori. Please, I can't wait." To Richard she sounded very upset about something.
"I'll get her." An upset girl could be a major pain, why she had to call here he didn't care. He just wanted to get back to sleep. He had a wife and daughter and had learned not to ask too many questions. He was just coming to grips with his daughter being pregnant. Her cousin having sex with him was one thing, but his little girl having sex was another. Even if they were the same age.
"It's one of Lori's friends. She sounds upset." he told Janet as he grumbled and walked for the bedroom door.
Kara and Lori were jolted awake by the knock on the door. "huh?" they both grunted with another knock. "What?" Lori sounded slightly annoyed as she was becoming aware and realized it was still the middle of the night. As she looked at the alarm clock she groaned realized she and Linda had only been in bed for an hour.
"Your friend Balinda is on the phone, she sounds upset about something."
About 20 minutes later John Manchester looked quizzically at the Taylor house from the tree line. Lights were on in Lori's bedroom, the kitchen and in the basement. Even the spotlights in the back of the house were on, illuminating the whole back yard. He could just put everyone to sleep, but with everyone up and about it created problems. If everyone was already in bed, keeping them asleep was easy. But if they were walking around there would be people falling where they stood. They could fall down stairs or smash their heads into a table or something.
Kara spotted him from high in the sky, much higher than she was before with him. She and Lori had gone down to the basement to take the phone call and not disturb the house further. Lori was going to have to come up with a story for her mom in the morning, but that would come later. Her father wouldn't ask, but mom was a woman and like all women she would stick her nose into everyone's business. Then again she was sick and just maybe she'd let this one go.
Kara had her arms folded across her chest wearing a smug expression. If he so much as took a step she'd give him a burn mark on his ass to remember her by. Her powers were almost fully back, and more than enough for his puny butt. She just needed to stay out of his range, whatever that was. Kara's eyes opened wide as a Bengal Tiger ran in and stopped about 30 feet in front of the man spying on the house from the tree line.
"Nice kitty. Nice kitty...." Dream Weaver was white as a ghost as he slowly walked backwards, and the big snarling cat slowly crept closer. He tried imposing his will on the big cat, but the combination of it being an animal and his shear terror, it was impossible.
"Nice kitty. Oh my god." Kara could hear the fear in his voice and even his heart beating at over 170 beats per minute, not good for a man his age.
By then Kara had just about all her powers back. She swooped down to block the big cat from it's prey. "I'll settle with you later." she growled at the pervert. "Now get outta here."
As the man took off, Kara turned her attention to the wild beast. The cat snarled at her as the pervert ran away in the other direction. "Now I suppose we should take you to a zoo or something until someone figures out where you came from."
"Don't hurt him. Don't hurt him." Lori said as she came bounding across the yard in her pajamas and slippers, even wearing a bra her huge boobs were bouncing wildly.
"Are you crazy, stay back." Kara whined in wide eyed shock. The pervert was one direction, the cat was in the other with Lori.
"It's okay. He won't hurt us." Lori said with a big smile as she stopped about 20 feet away from the tiger. For 6 years anyone she told thought she was crazy, including Alan. But here he was again. And again she was sure it was Ben. That summer long ago she had seen him transform. And she may have mentioned seeing a tiger, she left out that part about Ben.
Kara was terrified for her friend, even if she wasn't scared herself. But Lori was as calm as could be. Kara stood ready to move in the blink of an eye as the big cat slowly walked up to Lori and brushed against her as he walked by and she petted his head. "See, harmless." Lori commented as the cat trotted away.
"I think you better explain."
"I'll keep your secret, but I have to keep his too." Lori answered.
John Manchester sped away in his car, his heart still pounding. A tiger? In Stanhope? Then it hit him, this is what Balinda had been hiding. "Oh crap." he gasped as he drove away scared out of his wits. If that was Balinda's brother he was totally screwed now. His only hope to keep the status quo was for them both to be eliminated, or at least Ben. If Ben were dead she'd fall back in line.
John turned the car up Maple Street and headed back towards the cabin. He'd never killed anyone, but Frank had. Frank might be pissed his playtime with his new pet was cut short, but they needed to move quickly. His reputation as The Dream Weaver was at stake. Ben had to die that night. Ben was a threat to everything he had done for a generation. Heck, he had fucked mother's and their daughters and in the coming years he'd be seeing a third generation. Those that were young mothers at the start of his career were now grandmothers and those kids were now making their way through the school system.
"uuuhhhh." Frank groaned as he slowly woke up. He had a slitting headache and he was sore all over. The last thing he remembered was heading towards town on one of the scooters, and bleeding a lot after a savage fight with some crazed wild man. A wild man he was sure was the same guy that threatened John.
"Oh good, your awake. I was almost ready to call an ambulance."
Frank slowly opened his eyes, the TV on providing the only light. He was in a bed, in a hotel or motel room he figured by the cheap furniture. There were 2 beds and the TV on a table near what looked like a bathroom. As a commercial for Summer's Eve played he slowly and painfully propped himself up on his elbows. To his left stood Helen, with a concerned face. "How?" He was still weak, but he wanted to know where he was and how he got there.
"I was just getting back in from a night out with my girlfriends when you came swerving down the street and crashed into the dumpster across the street at the store. The store was closed, so no one saw you. The guy working the night shift can't see over there from the desk. So unless there are cameras no one knows."
"How did you.uuuhhh." Frank groaned and fell back from the pain as he tried to move.
"Get you in here?... You were half awake, so I helped you. But what happened? There's no way the dumpster did that to you. All that's wrong with the scooter is you broke the head light." Helen sounded deeply worried. "Somebody beat you up?"
Frank slowly propped himself up again, and took a deep breath. The cuts on his arms were nearly completely healed. He looked under the covers to see his other wounds were also almost fully heeled, but he had to have been bleeding when she put him into the bed. The sheets were covered in blood.
"You must be like one of them mutant people. You seem to heel fast, and maybe that explains your huge dick. But you lost a lot of blood and you need to rest. When the maid sees those sheets someone's gonna be asking a lot of questions so we need to get moving first thing in the morning."
"We?" Frank asked as he lay back down.
"Yeah, we. I still got a whole week of my vacation so I might as well take you someplace. Someplace away from here. Whoever did that to you might come back to finish the job."
I doubt that Frank thought. That animal was dead at the bottom of the lake. But the cabin was trashed and Wonder Woman was on the loose and would be searching for him. Not that he wouldn't like to fuck her again, but he was also worried about her bringing friends. "We'll talk about it in the morning." he stated.
"What the fuck?" The Dream Weaver stood wide eyed in the middle of the cabin's great room. Someone else was going to be out for his hide now. The place was totally trashed and Frank and Wonder Woman were both nowhere to be found.
John slowly walked towards the door wondering if somehow she and Frank got into a fight, and if she'd be coming back for him. The walls were closing in on him and his Dream Weaver gig. A friend, a heroine and a mutant with sharp claws and teeth were all going to be after him, and real soon.
Going home wasn't an option now, and wouldn't be for a while. But he still had some other friends. Other frat brothers who would help him. It was time to go pack a bag, get some cash and head to Metropolis for a while.
Thinking fast he figured all he could do for now was file for divorce and take a leave from work, citing he was under a lot of stress. That should at least buy him until the end of the school year. He'd miss visiting a lot of girls, but maybe it was time to take his show on the road. He could make quite a living by hitting house after house, banging the young women and emptying the purses and wallets.
Saturday, Dec. 1st
Diana awoke as the early morning sun hit her eyes. She was a bit confused to find herself in her own bed, and after a quick check find herself only wearing her tiara. She sat up slowly to see her bright red boots sitting beside her bed, but no sign of the rest of her costume.
Diana sat up slowly, she was now fully healed from the night before, but the last thing she remembered was fleeing barefoot through the forest. She grabbed her bathrobe off the end of the bed and put it on after climbing out of bed. She slipped on her slippers and started her morning shuffle to the bathroom to pee.
She almost lost control of her bladder when she opened the bedroom door to see Axel sitting on her sofa in another of her bathrobes and watching her TV. Her uniform was on the sofa with him, including her belt and her lasso which he was fiddling with. "Axel?"
The big man just sat there with a smug and delighted expression. He was fully healed and feeling just fine after his fight a few hours before. "This little rope is amazing, you know that? Because of this I know I made you pregnant. I know you have the fetus in stasis. And now you can't so much as lay a finger on me to stop me from doing anything. And if I like all I have to do to get you to do something is give you a command. Say, drop that robe."
"You bastard." Diana growled in anger as the robe she was wearing fell to the floor.
"Good." Axel chuckled as Diana used her left hand to cover her twat and her right arm to hide her tits. "Now why don't you go take care of your morning business. Then after you pee come give me a blow job."
Diana cringed as she walked to the bathroom and Axel gave an evil laugh. He had used her lasso against her and now she had to do what ever he told her, including having sex evidentially. As she sat on the toilet she wondered how in Hades' name she was going to get out of this. Like the guy the night before, Axel now knew who she was in her secret identity.
Diana came out of the bathroom to see Axel sitting there with his robe wide open. The 6'6" 280 pound monster of a man was otherwise naked and sporting a 12" long two and a half inch thick erection. Under the power of the lasso Diana had no choice but to walk over to him in just her slippers and tiara and kneel down between his wide open muscular legs.
"I'll get you." she threatened as her hands gripped his big rod and she started pumping. As she leaned over him and slid him into her mouth she wondered why he had settled for just a foot long. As part of his powers he could make is cock pretty much any size he wanted. Why just a foot? Why not 14" or even 16"? She knew he was going to make her fuck him, and they didn't like each other. So why settle for just a foot?
And as she sucked him off there were other questions, namely being why she was still even alive. What had he put in her head? Was she to do something awful like go get the fetus, have his baby and turn it over to him? Was she to do his bidding, committing crime after crime? Was she now nothing more than his sex slave? And would he use her to get other heroines? He did after all have a beef with Supergirl too.
Axel relaxed with his arms up on the back of the sofa. "At least your time in the man's world wasn't a total waste. You suck cock as well as any long time whore I've ever met."
Diana's skin crawled with that remark. Sure she had become talented with her tongue, but that wasn't by choice. Over the years several men had used her lasso or in other ways coerced her, and they all made her suck cock. And they had commanded she put her best efforts into it. As a result she was very good at it.
Axel enjoyed it as her hands twisted as they slid up and down his saliva soaked shaft. The sight of her firm butt shifting from side to side as she also turned her head had him just about ready to blow his load. But he also had great control. The spit was running down his shaft was dripping off his balls. And off her chin and onto the marvelous DDs. And he was going to enjoy every second of this.
Axel looked into her baby blues, her very angry baby blues. He could have commanded she like this, but it was a lot more fun this way. The look of pure hatred in her eyes made it so much better. There was fire and passion in her eyes. And that look in her eyes was precious as he reached over under her costume and pulled out a 35mm camera.
Her mind was screaming no as he ordered her to "Look at the birdie." She saw stars, then more stars as he took a few pictures. If the pictures in the parking garage weren't bad enough, having these floating around was going to be worse. He put the camera down with a big smile. "I know you'll break the spell somehow, you always manage to somehow. But remember, I have these and I just wonder what all those girls will think when they see their teacher acting like a total slut?" A bit of an empty threat, he'd never want his baby sister to see this. She looked up to him, but Wonder Woman wouldn't ever know that.
He wasn't going to kill her? What in Hades' name was he up to? As she kept working his oversized man meat she was even more confused now. Sure the spell could be broken, but she couldn't do it herself. She'd have to get someone like Barbara or Shayera to hold onto the other end of her lasso and order her to disregard Axel's commands. The thought of having a youngster like Kara do it was just too humiliating, even after what she had gone through earlier in the year. Kara looked up to her a sort of a mother slash big sister and Diana liked the mentor role. Having Kara find out about this would take her off that pedestal.
"Okay, now sit on my lap." Axel almost laughed as he commanded her to fuck herself with his cock. And she hadn't yet seemed to notice the big wall mirror he had taken down and had leaning up against the wall next to the TV.
Diana's eyes opened wide as she stood up and turned around, and in the mirror she saw Axel reach for the camera again. "Penthouse will pay a fortune for these." he said laughingly as she backed up to him and reached between her legs. "Your legs outside mine. I want a few good shots of my cock in that pretty pussy of yours." he demanded as she started to sit down with her legs inside his. Her well trimmed pubic area and tight little camel toe made for some wonderful photos. "And you will keep it quiet, we can't have you waking up the neighbors."
Diana cringed and trembled as she tried desperately to defeat the commands and the power of her own lasso, but within moments she was grimacing and her extremely tight pussy was being stretched as she slowly impaled herself on his cock. Part of her tiara's healing effects made her twat return to it's virginal tightness, but at least unlike Kara her hymen didn't return. Yet either way a foot long and 2 and a half inch thick cock hurt like hell.
Diana's legs trembled with the strain and her face was beet red as she grimaced and slowly slid down Axel's thick rod. Axel chuckled as he took more pictures then put the camera down again. If his plan somehow involved her not being in his control forever she was now going to have to figure out how to get the photos, and the negatives, away from him before she could even think about taking him down.
Diana was taking painful breath after painful breath through gritted teeth as she sat with her weight on Axel's lap, the entire foot long monster cock buried in her damp pussy. He wasn't the professor, but he still hurt just the same. With some of her free will still intact it made her skin crawl as the big man wrapped his arms around her to grope her tits and even slide his right hand down to rub her pussy. His fingers manipulating her engorged clit sent a strong tingling sensation throughout her body. And she felt deep shame as a few loud moans of pleasure escaped her lips.
Axel watched her in the mirror. She was bouncing up and down just fast enough to make her wondrous melons shake up and down and even slap together, the sound of the two spit covered orbs slapping against each other drowning out the TV news.
"NNRRRR ... HHHHRRRRRR . NNNNRRRR .. UUUHHHH ..UUUUHHHHH." The loud grunts from Diana each time she impaled himself let Axel know he had just the right size. His cock was more than big enough for her to feel a lot of discomfort, yet still small enough for her to embarrassingly derive pleasure. His commands through her lasso had not included the pace she should fuck him in anyway. The pace she was using was purely her own. And at some point he'd embarrass her even more by pointing that out. That deep inside she was liking this, and in her core she was just a slut at heart.
Axel enjoyed her sweat soaked body riding him for a while, then it was time to move things along. He had other things to do. "Get on your knees and elbows on the floor, head up facing the mirror." he commanded next. He chuckled at her as she wore a scowl, but obeyed. In the mirror he could see her looking back at him with a hateful stare as he knelt down behind her. She clenched her jaw as he reached for the camera again.
"Now hold it right there." he ordered as he held the camera focused on the mirror in his right hand. The flash as her eyes shot wide open blinded her for a moment, then her eyes clamped shut and her teeth gnashed together as he forced his way painfully into her ass. "Now that's a money shot." he joked as he pushed in deeper and her face turned deep crimson. But as ordered she kept her head up and faced the mirror. He snapped a few more pictures and put the camera down again.
Axel grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back as he pushed forward. He was in just about halfway, but he would make sure she felt all of him before they were done. She had made herself a pain in his ass, now it seemed only fitting he be a pain in hers. She and Axel rocked together as his rock hard monster slowly disappeared inside her. He was laughing at her inside as this too wasn't a command he gave her with the lasso. She was rocking back against him of her own free will to some extent.
Axel admired her Amazon training. Wonder Woman would refuse defeat in anyway and if she cried, screamed out or begged him to stop it would be like admitting defeat in her mind. And in a way it was freeing to her. She could still claim she was forced where deep inside she was enjoying deep, painful and humiliating pleasure.
"uuummppphhh. ..ummpphhh ... ummpphhh." Axel reached down and grabbed her elbows one at a time. He pulled her up slightly and enjoyed the view in the mirror of her two big melons bouncing around and slapping together as she drove her ass back into him over and over again. This would make a wonderful picture, but his hands were both occupied. Put a Santa hat on her and this would make a perfect Christmas card for his friends. And her.
Axel pulled her the rest of the way and grinned as she arched her back to keep as much of him inside her as she could. He mauled her chest for a short time, enjoying their firmness and heft. He could play with her all day, but he had more important things to do. Namely catch up with the big black muscle head that tried to drown him and the pervert who likes to sneak into girls' bedrooms at night. If your gonna have your way with a chick do it when she's awake. Like what he was doing now. Wonder Woman would remember this the rest of her life, just like when he bested her and made her pregnant. That was a moment he'd enjoy if he could remember.
"Enough of this. I got better things to do. Get on your back and hold your tits together for me." He smiled and grabbed his camera as Wonder Woman complied. Axel knelt over her stomach and slid his heavy rod between her big round wonder tits.
Diana felt a bit more than miffed as she got down and laid on her back. What in Hades' name did he mean by better things to do? He was fucking one of the most beautiful women on the planet and he had better things to do?
Axel rocked his hips as Diana stared hatefully up at him and the camera. "Oh come on, smile. This will make a great postcard." he taunted. But under the power of the lasso she had no choice but to smile for him. Axel took more pictures of her, this time with her smiling brightly with his cock between her knockers.
"Now when I cum I want you to take my cock in your pretty little hands and pump me dry. I want your mouth open and you'll swallow what ever goes in. Then you will clean it off yourself with your fingers and swallow that too. And you will do it all with a big bright smile with your baby blues looking right at the camera." The disgust on her face made Axel nearly fall over as he laughed. But a few minutes later she did exactly what he told her. His friends were really going to enjoy those pictures.
Diana stared daggers at him as he dressed. As she started to get up herself he ordered "You stay right there and say nothing for the time being. And give me your tiara."
Diana watched from on her back with a lot of confusion as he took her costume and her other things and tossed them in her bedroom. Wearing his jeans and a denim jacket over a very tight fitting T-shirt he had a grin that made her skin crawl as he stood at her door. "I won't command you stay away, but I suggest you don't get in my way. That big black asshole and that pipsqueak pervert are mine. I will deal with them in my way."
Axel chuckled, she was going to love this part. He looked down at her laying on her back, her legs towards the door. "You will stay on your back in that spot and masturbate. Only after you make yourself cum 3 times will you be free of my commands."
Axel was right about her reaction. She stared gape mouthed at him as he opened the door and walked out, and left the door to her apartment wide open. He was sure she was enjoying his laughter as he walked away. It would have been funnier later in the day, it was still early on a Saturday morning. Chances were that she could get off the 3 times without getting caught, but it would be hysterical if someone did see. And it would give him time to get away.
Diana was furious and scared to death of being embarrassed in such a way. But she was also totally confused. If she wasn't going to be free until she came 3 times she needed to get started before someone passed by. She inserted her middle finger and ring finger of her right hand into her wet pussy and started to finger fuck herself feverishly as her thumb rubbed her engorged clit. With her left hand she played with her tits, squeezing them and pinching her erect nipples.
Her mind though was at a total loss. Why wasn't he taking pictures of this? What was his beef with the professor and that teacher who can put people to sleep? At first it seemed sleep wasn't that great a power, but he got one over on her. And she and Axel hated each other. If he had her like this why was he just letting her go? Why was he even letting her live?
Hera help me. She silently prayed as the sloshing sound of her fingering herself was louder than the TV. She could feel her heat rising, but with so much on her mind it was going to take too long.
Axel drove away listening to the oldies station, and laughing his head off. As far as practical jokes go this one would go down as one of the all time best. He wondered if she'd get caught and how long it would take her to complete her task. But a little humiliation might knock her down a peg or two. She had a tendency to set herself on a high pedestal, it was about time someone knocked her off.
Professor Benjamin glanced to his left as Helen Hutchinson drove. Her baby blue '71 Impala wouldn't raise any concerns yet. Frank was feeling a lot better after a good night's sleep, his body almost fully healed. That beast man had done a number on him, but he was out of the picture now.
Frank glanced down at Helens silky smooth legs as she drove in a denim ultra mini, he could see her crotch area quite well and she didn't seem to mind him looking. In fact she smiled when she noticed and sat with her legs spread then undid the buttons on her blouse almost all the way down and pulled her top open most of the way to let him see more of her. The sight of her braless boobs bouncing with every bump in the road was getting him hard, and she was seemingly enjoying it. He was even wearing baggy pants and they were feeling tight.
"Where we goin?" he asked, trying not to think about taking her right then. Before too many questions could be asked about the bloody sheets it would be better if they were several miles away. The way out of town took them back past the cabin and they snuck in to grab some clothes, some non bloodied clothes.
"I have a friend on the edge of Metropolis who has an old garage and gas station. It's closed, but she lives upstairs. She just fixes cars on the side."
She? Helen was going to introduce him to another girl? "I don't know if going into a city is such a great idea."
"Think of it as a needle in a haystack. With millions of people it will be easier to blend in. A big black man isn't going to stick out as much. There's a lot more big black guys in Metropolis than in that hick town." Helen stated.
No, he wouldn't stick out as much. But Metropolis has Superman Frank thought. He kicked that beast guy's butt, but he was no Superman.
"You know what to do?"
"I know mom." Connie groaned as she rolled her eyes. "Flirt, let him get a good look, but let him make the move." It was a simple plan and she hated it. She also hated 3 of her brothers were standing around chuckling at her as she stood in the kitchen getting last minute instructions from their mother. Chuckling at her and also checking her out as she stood there in just a thin nearly see through lacy bra and the matching small panties with half her butt hanging out. She stood with her arms folded across her chest to hide her clearly visible nipples from her brothers.
Connie walked towards the master bedroom with her mission, let the fairly wealthy old man know there would be added benefits to him pursuing a long term relationship with her mom. Those benefits were to be made more clear going forward and would include him getting to bed her a few times if need be.
Connie peeked in through the partially opened door to see the balding 66 year old starting to stir. She hadn't yet been introduced to him, but she saw him through the window when he came to pick up mom around 7 the night before.
He was fairly good looking and in decent shape for a man his age. Being a builder and always climbing ladders and toting shingles and stuff kept him in good condition. He was just about as tall as she was at 5'10" and was a strong looking 180 pounds. Connie also noticed his hands. Big, thick calloused hands from a life of hard work.
Those hand would be a benefit to her. She had sex with many guys and liked the way hands like his felt on her skin. There was just something about big strong calloused hands on her tits and ass that made her enjoy it more.
As Mr. Dean started to sit up she walked into the room as if no one was there and headed for the on suite. Half way there she gasped and stopped dead in her tracks. She acted startled, then used her left arm to cover her tits and her right hand to hide her crotch. She put on a look of total embarrassment and shock as she cringed and quickly walked sideways to the bathroom. Only then did she turn her back to him and give him a nice look at her tight schoolgirl ass before closing the door almost all the way.
"THE BOYS USE THE BATHROOM UPSTAIRS AND THE ONE ME AND MY SISTER USE IS BROKEN. THE SHOWERHEAD BROKE OFF SO I HAVE TO TAKE MY SHOWER IN HERE. I'M SORRY, I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE HERE."
Bill E. Dean laid alone in the bed in a bit of shock. As the father of three, all boys, he had never seen anything like that. Even when he was young and newly married his lovely bride wouldn't go around the house dressed like that. She wore her underwear, but her underwear wasn't like that. But as he lay there his morning wood was suddenly harder than it had been in decades.
He had very few women in his younger days, and discounting Paula, no others since meeting his bride. None of those women, including his wife, had a body like he just saw. He had seen lookers in the movies and on TV, but never right in front of him. Connie made even Charlie's Angels look like hags, even Cheryl Ladd.
The young brunette he was figuring had to be Constance, after having met Jennifer the night before, was more than hot. One of his granddaughters and one of his grandsons were about her age and he had heard of the hottest girl in high school the past few years, but he had never met her.
And he had heard stories from male friends about both Paula and Constance, and at least everything he heard about Paula seemed to be true. Paula knew her stuff. She sucked his cock better than any girl he could remember, his late wife hadn't degraded herself to that level in over 30 years. Paula even happily got on her hands and knees to let him fuck her from behind, something else his late wife found degrading. "I'm a woman, not a dog." she'd insist. And Paula let him do what no other woman in his life had, she let him fuck her ass.
But it would be hard for him to get past a life of being the man his mother had taught him to be. Paula was definitely not the type you would bring home to mother, not that his mother was still around. But he knew at least two of his boys had been with her, and with the daughter that just walked by wearing almost nothing. But he was also an old widower in a small town without many single women his age. And none of the others he knew of looked like Paula. She was younger than 2 of his boys and still had quite a body on her, he could see why there were men who would pay to have sex with her. And why Connie was now the talk down at the VFW and the American Legion. Yet he had gotten Paula for free, and it had been a very long time since he was made to feel that good. His late wife, which he loved very much, couldn't do much of anything for the last year before she passed. A night with Paula and he was feeling like a young man again. A roll in the hay with Connie would make him feel like a kid again, if it didn't kill him.
Bill propped himself up on the pillow and waited for the bathroom. As he heard Connie humming over the sound of the shower he looked around the bedroom at the craftsmanship. Paula's first husband was a builder, and it showed. He had gotten a quick tour of the house when they got back from their date, just the first floor. And a tour that ended in the master bedroom. Paula and Mitch had started with a 4 bedroom two bath colonial which he built himself. The rooms were large with lots of windows. And the woodwork was inspiring. The grand staircase had hand carved newels and posts and all the trim work was like that found in very expensive homes. There were even more than the normal number of electrical outlets.
Bill sat in the nice hand crafted king sized bed, smelling the bacon cooking and looking at the fine construction. He had seen other examples of Mitch Sr.'s work, and this beat them all. He knew the young man by sight and reputation, but never actually was introduced to him. After the house was built and their family grew he took the downstairs bedroom and turned that into the master bath and added this master suite, it was ahead of the times for a middle class family. Then with more kids they added the garage and the two bedrooms above it that the two girls used along with the another bathroom between the house and garage. The old downstairs bathroom was then turned into a half bath and first floor laundry. Six bedrooms and three and a half baths, what his late wife wouldn't have given not to have to go to the basement to do laundry. And what he wouldn't give to have to do his own laundry now. Or clean the house. Or cook for himself. His daughter-inlaws were being nice, but they only had time to do so much for him.
Bill heard the water shut off and then noticed the bathroom door wasn't closed all the way. It was left open just an inch or so. He may be old, but he wasn't dead yet.
Connie smirked as she heard the bedroom door being closed, and wondered why it took so long. As she toweled herself off she positioned herself so the man she heard tip toeing not so quietly across the carpet in the bedroom would get the best look at her without him knowing she knew. It was time to put phase two into action.
Phase one, let him know mom was available and he can get sex. Which mom already started. Connie's willingness to bed him would be the icing on the cake. At first he'd get just a blowjob and get to fondle her tits, but unless he and mom became serious it wouldn't go much further. Not unless he was willing to pay for it.
Phase two, make him feel useful. A man his age and that was a hard worker all his life would need things to keep him busy. He already knew about the downstairs shower needing fixing, now he'll find out about a few other issues in the house. But everything wouldn't be one sided. A man of his generation didn't do house work, and mom always kept a clean house. Even when their dad was dying the house was clean. A visit would be coming up to his place to reintroduce him what a woman's touch could do. Mom too believed a woman's place was in the home and dumbasses like Gloria Steinem should go fuck themselves. Why the hell should a woman go to work all day? That was a man's duty. To mom a woman should stay home to cook, clean and take care of the kids and her man. In her free time she could sit out by the pool or visit with her friends. And when the kids were in school there was always the opportunity to make some extra cash without the indignity of having to deal with a boss.
Phase three, feed him well. Mom was an excellent cook, which she had really figured out when living in the dorms. Besides cleaning for him mom would learn his favorite dishes, which for men was usually easy. A good steak or even a home cooked prime rib would have him salivating.
Connie stood sideways to the door, facing the fogged up mirror, and vigorously toweled her hair. Her big boobs bounced around from the movements. She then turned away slightly as she dried her body, then bent at the waist to dry off her legs.
For Bill it had been since WWII that he'd spied on a girl in the bathroom, and those girls had nothing on Connie. Even in his Playboys he hadn't seen an ass like hers. Firm, round and just begging to be spanked. Where his late wife missed a first floor laundry, he missed having a daughter or two. Not that he would have messed with his own girls, but daughters have friends. And chances were one or more of those friends would have been somewhat like Constance, easy. And that thought got him wondering about his granddaughter's friends. The issue with that was he wasn't around them much.
Connie finished drying herself, then grabbed the blow dryer and a brush she had in her mother's bath. With her and her sister's shower broken she had some of her own supplies in mom's bathroom. She kept her gaze in the mirror as she dried and brushed her long dark hair, she had to force herself not to smirk as the old coot was just too old to be quiet enough. Before turning on the hair drier she could even hear him breathing.
Bill watched as she turned from side to side, looking at herself in the mirror, and giving him a great look at her D-cup boobs and her neatly trimmed bush. You didn't see cute little landing strips like that in Playboy he mused. He felt a bit of shame for doing what he was doing, but it had been a very long time since he'd seen a girl Connie's age naked. Heck, it had been a long time since he'd seen a woman her mother's age naked.
Connie put the blow drier and brush down and gave her face a check in the mirror. She reached for one of her mother's robes and put it on. The floral print silk robe was barely down to her mid thighs and she tied it loosely around the waist.
Connie came out of the bathroom and smiled. "I hope I wasn't too long. And I should also apologize for not asking if you needed to get in there first." she said sweetly to the old man who was now back in the bed, doing his best to hide his aroused condition.
"I'm fine. With you under dressed like that I wouldn't have expected you to wait around." He replied. And inside he wondered if she walked around half naked every morning.
Connie gave a nervous laugh as she turned towards the door. "I can see your point, and being a bit of a ditz in the morning I forgot to bring clothes with me so I have to borrow mom's robe."
"That's a pretty robe." And it was made more beautiful by what was in it.
"You think so. It's pure silk. It cost my stepdad a fortune to get this for mom for Christmas last year." Connie gushed as she turned from the door and walked over to the bed where Bill had the blankets up to his chest and his knees in the air. "Go 'head, feel it." she said as she bent slightly over the bed and held the bottom of the robe out a little for him to check, and get a closer look of her toned thighs almost all the way up to her pussy. And a good amount of her right breast as the robe hung open with her bent slightly forward. She couldn't really tell, but there was a god chance he could even get a nice close up view of nipple.
"Err..really nice." he nervously commented as he gave the cloth just a quick touch at the bottom.
Connie smirked as he felt the robe. And was a bit amused he didn't take advantage of the situation. If he had pulled it open just a hair more he would have had a nice close up look at her pussy. Or better yet, her could have checked a little higher and made sure he got to see her nipple.
But she got more from him than she expected, men his age were a bit tight when it came to sex. Paying for a whore was one thing, getting close to a girl your not paying and isn't your wife was entirely different. "Mom said you were good at ping pong when you were younger." Connie mentioned as she walked towards the door again.
"Fleet champion when I was your age." the man chuckled.
"Consider yourself challenged after breakfast. We have a table in the basement." Connie chuckled as she left. Part of making him feel useful would be making him feel like part of the family. Doing things with him would be a way of showing him what needed fixing around the house. And it wasn't quite the season to challenge him to a game of Chess with her wearing a bikini. But if it were summer a game out by the pool would have been part of the game plan.
Bill Winslow, the 31 year old high school math teacher in Metropolis, shuffled to the door of his apartment while tying his bathrobe closed. "I'M COMING!" he shouted angrily as he wondered who the hell would be knocking on his door at 8:30 on a Saturday morning. Getting up early was normal during the week, but a weekend for a teacher at an inner city school was a time to sleep late.
"WHA THE.?" Bill paused mid sentence as he opened the door and his eyes popped open. It was Mae Carver, dressed in skin tight black leather pants, an equally tight AC/DC T-shirt ( No bra) and a black leather jacket with an innocent expression on her face looking at him. The high heel boots she wore gave a boost of height to the five foot nothing girl and her long black hair was in a ponytail. A wide flat one held with a three inch wide golden clip. The young girl he had a short fling with looked hot, she was even wearing make-up.
"I see you haven't really cleaned much lately." Mae said laughingly at the messy apartment. Pizza box left on the coffee table, papers he was grading all over the kitchen table and news papers left on the recliner. Then there were the half dozen empty beer bottles and the handful of coffee mugs hanging around.
"Err.Come in." the surprised man said as he stepped aside. He hadn't expected to see the 18 year old again for some time. Not after breaking up with her the way he did.
Bill wasn't the only one a bit uneasy about them seeing each other again so soon, but she needed to talk to Bill's oldest friend. Mae had been following the American news since she got back from space and had been disturbed by some recent goings on. A family store and supply house robbed. Some guy doing a drug that enhanced his pheromone output and gave him incredible strength. And the suspicion he was now in Kansas. And she really wanted an excuse to visit Kara and Diana.
"I wouldn't be here, but I really need to talk with George." she said softly as she entered.
"Not me huh?" Bill half whined. He sounded a bit annoyed and disappointed at the same time.
"You broke up with me, not the other way around. But if you've been following the news I think George could provide some insight with that Professor Benjamin." Mae said as Bill closed the door. She didn't want a fight, or even an argument, but if she was going to go after a guy that could throw an almost 300 pound man around like a toy she wanted some information about the power of pheromones. And George had that power and used it on Diana very effectively.
"I'll get him on the phone, after 10. We're friends and I'd like to keep it that way." Bill stated as he walked towards the kitchen. "Coffee? Or breakfast?"
Mae grinned, to him it was early in the morning. For her it was late at night having just flown in from Japan. She had rented a car and driven right here. Though she did take a long nap during the flight. "Breakfast sounds nice."
Pheromone, he was starting to like the name, watched from across the garage as Helen talked to her friend. What he wouldn't give for super hearing. And that girl wearing just a dirty white bra under a pair of denim overalls and with grease smeared on her arms and face was quite hot, even if the tall girl only had C-cups. And that old '36 Ford pick-up she was working on when they got there could be worth a fortune in the condition she had it in. The truck looked almost new, except for the flames and the newer looking V-8 under the hood.
"Come on Ali. Just for a few days to keep him away from other people." Helen asked her 6'1" slim built brunette friend.
"You want to keep him away from people so you bring him here? Are you crazy? If your mom finds out."
"Mom won't find out. "
"I've managed to stay off the radar, and you bring him here? He's cute, but come on." Ali whined as she looked over at the big black man.
Frank could see her looking. She was starting to feel the effects of his pheromones, and in time her will would bend. She and Helen were obviously discussing he and Helen staying there for a while and Alison would soon cave in. And with the effects of his pheromones a nice three way just might be in his short term future.
Yet sooner or later they were going to need to move on, and that was going to require money. More money than he could get robbing another store. Luckily the First Metropolis Bank was right around the corner. Toss the guards around, take the guns and walk out with thousands instead of a hundred or so. It would be so much easier if he had John along to just put everyone to sleep, but calling him probably wasn't the best idea. Not after the destruction at the cabin.
"It might be fun. Besides, when's the last time you got laid by a guy like him?" Helen asked as she bit her lip and looked over at Frank, who smiled back.
"How big is he?" Ali whined. Her eyes were open wide as she looked over at him figuring if Helen was just joking or not. No guy could be that big.
"You've had two black cocks in your pussy at the same time and another in your ass too."
"None of them were that long! And it was a dildo up my ass. There were only two, I'm not a slut."
Helen snickered as she gave another look over at Frank. "I saw the dildo, remember? It's 2 inches thick and a foot long." she jokingly countered.
"You should see my new toy." Ali said with a wicked giggle. "It's a 10 incher attached to a variable speed jig saw."
Helen laughed, then covered her mouth with her hands and blushed. She then shook her head as she composed herself and then jokingly replied "You are so such a slut."
"Me?...I can't believe he bought all that crap you told him about only having one long term boyfriend."
"Never said he was the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he sure does have a tool to satisfy."
"Six serving eighteen." Connie stated as she held the ball in her left hand and the paddle in her right. Mr. Dean was way better than she thought, not even just for his age. She was pretty good at ping pong, but he had to have been in a whole different league. He'd hit the ball back and she'd be ready to return his shot when the ball instead would take a right or a left turn on the bounce. Or worse yet just bounce backwards into the net. And if she hit it to him to slow or just a bit too high it came back like one of her fastballs. With a flick of the wrist he could make the ball do just about anything, even curve in the air.
Bill Dean awaited Connie's serve. She was better than he thought she'd be, yet even where she was dressed to distract him he was whooping her just like ha always did to his boys. And being a girl jock instead of a girly girl she was taking it in stride. She wasn't happy getting her ass kicked, but he could see in her eyes she liked challenges. That if they kept playing she'd keep trying until she was better than he was. Connie had that inner fire that all top competitors have. Skills could be taught, but that inner fire and drive was something you had to have from birth.
Her distractions were lame, but very enjoyable. She was wearing very tight Daisy Dukes and a sleeveless grey T-shirt. The holes for her arms were open halfway down her side and the shirt was tied tightly at her waist, and she wasn't wearing a bra. It seemed like every time she lunged from one side to the other one of her very nicely shaped boobs was just about to pop out.
Bill hit the serve to her right, then the next shot to her left. Back and forth for return after return. He purposely extended the volley in an effort to get her to show him too much, and at the very least watch those nicely shaped big sweaty boobs dance. If she was going to dress like that to play him he saw no reason not to teach her a lesson about teasing.
Bill smiled as after missing the ball Connie groaned and had to go get it. The girl bent at the waist, her back to him to pick the ball up. He had to admire her tight ass again and again. In those shorts half of her pearly white ass was sticking out every time she did that. And the shorts were so tight the crotch seam was deep in her butt crack.
"Your serve." Connie commented as she tossed the ball across the table. She had planned on taking it easy on the old guy, but it wasn't working out. The old guy was kicking her ass even with her dressed like she was.
She was sweating pretty good. Her hair, which she had in a pony tail, was dripping wet and clinging to her and her T-shirt was sticking to her boobs. Even the outlines of her nipples were clear to make out in her soaked shirt. And before she got sweaty the neck line of her shirt was cut low so every time she bent forward the shirt would hang in such a way as to give him a good look down her shirt. And he was still kicking her ass. Her mother insisting she loose was one thing, but he was actually toying with her. And no matter how much she tried, and he tried, she just couldn't get her boobs to accidentally pop out.
The one thing she'd take away from this game other than he was way better than she was that he was definitely interested in at least seeing her naked. And if her dressing like a slut kept him coming around for her mother then that would be part of the plan. And once he said 'I do' her mother would be financially set for the rest of her life. And maybe they would not have to whore themselves so much. It was one thing to do it a little to supplement one's income like her mother taught her. But in the last few months she and her mother were doing it a lot to keep the bills paid.
The house was paid off, and so was her college tuition and room and board. But there was still a lot of money needed for two of her brothers. Ernie would be doing his hospital residency starting next fall. But they still needed money for Ben and Ray's tuitions. John and Mitch sent money home, but Mitch was married and had a daughter of his own now. It was a case of too much going out and not enough coming in. Ben and Ray both had jobs after school and during the summer, but it just still wasn't enough. It was beginning to look like mom was going to have to sell the house soon. Without a job no bank was going to lend her money.
And it wasn't like she wanted to whore herself. At the beginning of the summer her mother gave her a choice, get a job at the Burger King at the rest stop for the highway and work 40 hours a week in the sweaty and greasy burger joint or have sex with men once or twice a day. Two hours a day doing something enjoyable, or sweating her ass off and wasting her summer, it wasn't much of a choice. And whoring allowed her to spend more of her time training. It also gave her more money in an hour or two than she'd get in an entire week at Burger King.
And it wasn't just her and her mom having sex for money, so was her brother Ben. Her older brother worked at the spa in town giving massages. It seemed there were a lot of middle aged women around that wanted a happy ending from a young fit stud like her brother.
Connie lost the point again and Bill would be serving for the game. Connie bent over to pick up the ball again and stopped dead when hearing the loud noise. She snapped back up, her face beet red as she put her hands over her butt after showing Bill a little more than she had planned. It was one thing to let him look at her tight butt, but not let him know she was wearing a thong so there'd be no panty lines. For some reason flashing him some pussy that way just seemed dirty where letting him watch her in the shower seemed different. "I'll be right back." she stated as she cringed and ran off, covering the rip in her shorts all the way.
Teach her to wear pants that tight Bill chuckled to himself. Besides, it was too cool outside for her to be dressing like that. But with Connie gone for a few minutes he got a chance to check out the partially finished basement. Her father was quite the smart guy. He had put in two hot water heaters instead of one really big one. It would both save energy and if one died they'd still have hot water for half the house.
But with Mitch Sr. having been dead for over 5 years the house was getting in need of some repairs. There was of course the fore mentioned showerhead that needed to be replaced. But at breakfast one of the kitchen light fixtures needed to be replaced and the windows needed to be caulked. The grout for the master bath shower needed attention as did the tile work above the kitchen sink. Trim painting needed to be redone as did all the ceilings. And that was just the start of his list. As a man ready to retire he was seeing a lot of projects that could keep him busy for years.
Bill looked around some more. Off to one side was a fenced in area going from one end of the house to the other. The ceiling for the basement was over nine feet tall, really high and costly. But looking back it seemed Mitch Sr. had been looking forward. The fenced in area contained a plate and batter's box, and there was a pitching machine at the other end.
Next to the cage was a weight training machine that could work the legs, chest and shoulders. There were also some free weights and a fairly long board about two feet wide with metal hooks on one end. There were some mats spread out on the floor that would be good for stretching or sit ups. And there was a rowing machine, a stationary bike and a treadmill.
"Sorry about that." Connie said with a wince as she returned, this time wearing shorts that were a little longer and a little looser. She was still blushing a little, and she was still wearing the revealing top. But after he aced the serve the game was over.
Mae sat astride of Bill, his 8" cock buried all the way in her damp little hairless pussy. Breakfast went well, he had made bacon and eggs. But instead of cleaning up they both seemed to silently agree they wanted to do something else instead. And it having been a while for both of them, and her tight leather outfit having done it's job, they were naked in his bed quickly. A bed where the sheets probably hadn't been changed in weeks.
Mae's head was hanging back as she swiveled her hips and Bills big strong hands massaged her A-cup chest. He might think she looked too young, but at the moment he still wanted her just this way. And the way he devoured her pussy just 10 minutes before showed he missed her a lot. He made her cum twice just with his tongue and a couple of probing fingers.
With the way they both jumped into bed so quickly it would be easy for Mae to over analyze it and think Aphrodite's daughter, Helen, was somehow behind it. But even if she was Mae wasn't about to complain. She was doing just what she wanted to be doing anyway. On her long trip across the universe this was the one thing she missed the most.
The bed squeaked loudly as she rocked and Bill bucked. After her last orgasm, when she screamed out too loudly, Old Man Winthrop next door banged on the wall for the waking him up "SO GOD DAMNED EARLY." Mae was a bit embarrassed that she was heard, but then figured the guy should go screw himself if he didn't like it. It was just too bad he was too old for sex. Besides, weren't old people supposed to be early to bed early to rise?
Mae climbed off Bill, it was time to kill two birds with one stone as it were. It was almost quarter to 10 and time to call George. And they were both going to need a shower. Mae took Bill by the hand and led him through the apartment towards the bathroom.
"HEY BILL.WHOA."
Mae gasped in horror, halfway between the bedroom and bathroom, as George burst through the door and stopped dead when seeing her and Bill naked. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" she screamed as she quickly covered herself with her arms and hands and raced back into the bedroom.
"UH..Sorry dude." George grunted as he turned to close the door and Bill grabbed a throw pillow off the sofa to cover himself as he followed Mae back to the bedroom. The both of them sweat covered and naked made him smile. Not because he got to see Mae's tits and twat briefly, but it meant the two love birds had been busy.
Bill rolled his eyes as he backed into his bedroom and closed the door. "I'm so sorry.umphh." Bill started to apologize for the interruption, but ended up grunting and dropping the pillow as Mae jumped him when he turned around. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Apparently she wasn't quite done, he mused as Mae attacked his face and neck with her lips.
"I'LL COME BACK LATER. SORRY DUDE."
George was about to leave as the bedroom door opened just a bit. Mae was grinning and biting her lip as she stuck her head out. "I really need to talk with you, could you come back in like an hour?"
"Anything for true love." George chuckled as Mae giggled and closed the bedroom door. Those two belonged together, the only times in the past several years he'd seen his old friend actually happy was with Mae. If they wanted an hour he wasn't about to deny them. He'd go to the diner down the street and grab breakfast, the news of Greg Phillips' death could wait an hour. Agent Orange had claimed another of their friends. The funeral wouldn't be until Monday, but the wake would be that evening out in Smallville.
Lori walked back into the house after bringing Linda back to school. It was now time to go put some pressure on Balinda to get the answers she wanted. But as she walked in her mother was sitting on the sofa in her pajamas and bathrobe with what looked like a pile of old photo albums. "Are you feeling better?" Lori asked as she took off her leather jacket.
Janet sighed as Lori hung her jacket on one of the hooks off to the side of the front door. She had never planned on this conversation, but Lori was right. She deserved to know the truth. And that truth wasn't pretty, but Lori could be as stubborn an persistent as anybody. Just ask Alan, she chased him for months before broke down and actually gave her a date. "No, but there are things you .. Should .er. have a right to know."
Lori had a curious expression as she walked over and sat down next to her mom. Her dad was at work and her brother she had dropped off at a friend's house when she brought Linda back to school. Him leaning over the seat, as if he needed to do that to talk with them, the whole time his eyes were focused down Linda's v-neck sweater. The odd part was Linda knew what he was doing, but didn't seem to care. "Let me start by saying your not to tell any of this to your brother. I'll tell him in time if it ever comes up." mom stated.
Lori nodded as her mom used that tone that said she better do as told. "Okay."
"Let me start with you were right, you did have an older sister." Lori saw the deep sadness in her mother's eyes and part of her hated herself for putting her mom through this. Lori looked on as her mom leaned forward and flipped open one of the photo albums. "This is your sister. She died 3 hours after she was born. There was something wrong with her lungs."
Lori winced as she saw the two photos of a baby in an incubator connected to all kinds of tubes. The thought crossed her mind that maybe it was better if she never knew. She could see the pain in her mother's eyes, but there was also love. "I'm so sorry.."
"Quiet. Just listen." Janet closed that album and opened the next one, the first picture being one she'd seen a lot of. Aunt Paula had a larger print hanging on the wall in her front hallway. The black and white picture was of a little girl sitting on a big rock with a big old Victorian house behind her. The girl was named Rose and she was her great great grandmother, and the ancestor she and Connie shared. On the front of the house in big letters it said Rosie's.
"This was Rose, the first member of our family to be born here in Kansas. The house is still there over in Smallville. It's a bed and breakfast now."
"How cool. It was a hotel back then and a bed and breakfast now." Lori was giddy, for a moment. Her mother's expression told her things weren't what she had been led to believe her whole life.
Janet sighed deeply again. There were some things she never wanted Lori to know, but Lori was one who was going to dig and this information was better relayed by herself. "It wasn't a hotel."
"Huh?....But you always.."
"I know what I told you. But you were too young to know, now your older. You can understand better."
"Understand what? If it wasn't a hotel what was it?"
Janet paused for a moment, Lori was old enough to understand but she was still very naïve. "It was a brothel. A whore house."
"Wha?"
"Your great great great grandmother married a man who turned out to be a drunk. After moving out here it was either she and the kids starved or she had to find away to make money. Her mother had been a whore back in Ireland and so was her grandmother. To her it seemed natural I guess to follow that option, a business she knew. Rose's brothers and sisters had a drunk for a father, Rose's father came after he drank himself to death. Rose's father was named Joel as best we know. He left shortly after Rose was born. He wasn't there long, just a few years."
"Long enough." Lori was stunned as she sat there wide eyed. Her family from back then were whores? And Connie and her mom were now.
"I wanted to spare you all of this." Janet groaned as she closed the photo album. "But you asked and you deserve the truth." She opened the first album again and flipped to some pictures, some very risque pictures. Of what looked like her grandmother when she was young. From the clothing, what there was of it, it looked like the 1920s. There was photo after photo of her young grandmother, who had to be around 20 at the time, with her big boobs and full bush completely exposed. Janet flipped through the pages quickly as if to show Lori the entire album was of her grandmother posing nude. She then closed that album.
It wasn't just your great great grandmother and those back then that made money from sex. Your grand mother and her mother did too. And when I got to be your age your grandmother insisted I help pay the bills just like she had been taught to do."
Lori's face was one of total shock, her mouth was wide open as were her eyes. Janet gave another deep sigh. "I dated, that's what it was always called. A date. I dated about 50 different men, including you grandfather Dave and your Uncle John." Janet opened the first albulm again and flipped the page past the baby pictures. Lori's eyes opened wide seeing professionally done pictures of her mother from when she was 18, in various poses and completely naked. "I also got paid to be photographed." And though it was shocking, to Lori mom looked hot.
The shocks just kept coming. Lori felt like just withering away as she sank into the sofa. But mom just kept going. Like her having sex for money wasn't bad enough, she had sex with her dad's dad and his brother too. His simpleton brother. And she had naked pictures, and for an 18 year old it was hard seeing her mom in such a way.
"I had a date with Mr. O'Reilly, a married man with three kids, and the condom failed. I got pregnant. You grandmother insisted I get an abortion and was mad as hell when I wouldn't. Then she wanted me to claim your Uncle John was the father and wanted to force me to marry him."
Lori took a deep breath and sighed again. She had always wanted to know why her mom and grandmother never got along and now she was getting those answers. Answers she really didn't want to know.
"Who they were doesn't make us any less. I refused and your grandmother beat me and threatened to have me committed. So I ran away." Janet confessed.
But Lori had always also wanted to know about why her dad and his dad never got along well. Janet gently patted Lori on the knee and gave her a half smile. "As for your dad. Your grandfather was a violent man. Especially when he drank. One day after your dad came back from Korea your grandfather came home mad as hell about nothing. He beat your father until he couldn't get up for a while. Your dad suffered on the floor for hours after your grandfather fell asleep on the sofa. Your dad grabbed some of his clothes and whatever cash he had and climbed into his pick-up truck. On the way out of town he saw me at the bus stop with a suitcase."
Eloping was one thing, but this was beyond anything she could have imagined. "So you and dad ran off together." Lori said.
"We moved to Metropolis. I ended up in a home for unwed mothers while your dad got a job with an old army friend. He checked on me regularly and we even went out a few times. When your sister was born he came with his camera."
Lori and her mom both had tears running down their cheeks, Lori noticing her mom couldn't even say the name. Mom couldn't say Alison Jane, but Lori would never forget now.
"If you had looked three markers to the left you would have seen another marker. One for Erin St. Cloud."
"huh?"
Janet took another deep breath. "Paula knew where I was and kept in touch. Afterwards she came running to get me. She made all the arrangements and took me in with her for a while. She buried your sister near your cousin Mitch's twin sister. A short time after that your father followed me here and a short time later we were married."
"Put those back in the attic before your brother sees them." Janet stated softly as she stood up and started shuffling back to bed. "Your brother has his magazines under the mattress, he doesn't need to see those."
"You know about those?" Lori was more than a bit surprised by that comment. She thought she was the only one who knew about that. And it made her brother seem more like a pervert.
"He's a teen boy. They all have a few. Unless their gay." Mom said with a tone that stated it should have been obvious. But it also wasn't a time to cause friction with Tommy. Not with two babies coming into the house soon. The boy was going to be a bit set upon and there was no point in starting an argument over something every boy his age does.
"I'm sorry mom." Lori whined. She felt like total dog shit at the moment. She made her mom hash through a whole lot of family secrets, including they came from a long line of sluts. But mostly she regretted making her mom feel the pain of loosing Alison again. Maybe some day she'd name one of her girls, god willing, Alison. But only with mom's permission.
"There's nothing for you to feel sorry about." Janet turned to give Lori a half smile. "In a sense it lifted a big burden off my shoulders. And I feel a little better." And as she walked back to her bed she hoped what she just told Lori was more than enough. That it answered all her questions and would stop her from digging further. There were just some things Lori was better off never knowing. Like several times after she had gotten married she had to help pay the bills, without Richard knowing. And there were a few other incidents as well.
"OH GOD IT HURTS, BUT EERRGGGGFFFF!" Her grunts of frustration were humorous. Frank was flat on his back grinning as Alison lowered herself onto his 15" monster. Her face showed a mixture of pain and determination. She was going to take it all or die trying. She was kneeling over him, a full foot of his anaconda inside her. She was panting through gritted teeth and her thighs were trembling.
Helen had left to go meet her mother and left him and Ali alone. One thing led to another and now he was upstairs in her bed. The young 20something still had grease on her arms and face as she grunted and wiggled her hips in an effort to stuff more of his pleasure stick in her tight love hole. Frank mused that her cute little camel toe pussy was never going to be the same after him. At 6'1" she was a big girl, but it was very obvious she hadn't met anyone like him before.
Getting Alison into her bed was quite easy, and expected. Frank could smell her when they first came in, she was a dirty girl. She had been touched by more than her share of men, and seemingly women. And maybe later he could get Helen into the bed as well. With her leaving him alone with a girl like Ali Helen was looking like she wasn't the jealous type.
Watching Ali grimace and grunt with determination as she tried to will herself through the pain was even more enjoyable than when she was sucking him off, and even when she knelt in front of him holding her tits together. His huge monster made her nicely shaped C-cups seem inadequate. Her tits weren't as good as Helen's or that brunette the other night, but he was sure men had no complaints. And she had a nice slender waist and a tight little ass as well. She was definitely a looker, when she was cleaned up. But even with grease smears and no make-up she was still quite striking.
Her long black hair was soaking wet and clinging to her face and shoulders. When he and Helen arrived and she crawled out from under her car it was hard to tell about her hair. There were a few stray tresses sticking out but she had the rest of it tucked up inside her grease covered trucker's hat.
"UUUMMMFFF..UMMPPFFF..UUMMPPPFFF." The girl loudly grunted. Frank was finding out he liked girls with determination. Ali had already had three orgasms just trying to stuff all of him inside her love tunnel. The first one came within a minute of her first sitting on his cock with half of it inside her. The second was a few minutes later than she had an earth shattering screaming one as his cock broke through her cervix.
Frank had his hands on her quivering thighs and slid them up over her silky smooth skin. Over her hips and over the flat stomach and on up to her milky white breasts. The girl seemingly didn't get much sun.
Frank roughly squeezed and kneaded her tits, when they first got upstairs Ali was like a wild cat, just about ripping his clothes off. Hanging out of her nightstand drawer he spotted one end of a set of hand cuffs, and they weren't the fir covered ones. On the floor of her closet through where the door was left open a few inches he thought he spied a whip. Ali was apparently a wild one, but she'd met her match with him.
Frank smiled as her pace quickened and her movements became more focused and determined. And just as she gritted her teeth and screamed he squeezed her tits hard. "AAAGGGG.YYEEAAHHHH...HAARRRDDERR!"
Frank's eyebrows arched, he was a bit shocked. He hadn't expected that, but as she shook violently he obeyed her commend.
"OH GOD JUST LIKE THAT. DON'T LET GO. DON'T LET GO. KEEP SQUEEZING." Frank held her tits tightly as she shook through another powerful orgasm, one that this time she lost control and her weight pushed her the rest of the way down his cock.
Frank was still holding her tits, which were turning purple, a minute later as she was gasping for air and her eyes slowly opened. "Oh god you can let go now." she gasped as she took a moment to catch her breath and mentally somehow cope with the whole 15" monster now inside her.
Frank looked up as her as she sat there catching her breath, her head tilted backwards and her boobs that were going to be bruised for some time. But she seemingly enjoyed it. Then Frank noticed the oddity. The discoloration of her tits faded quickly. The girl was a meta and one that could heal quickly was his conclusion. And it meant he could be a little more aggressive with her.
When she came down from her high Frank was ready, or at least he thought he was. Alison looked down at him wide eyed and with a wicked grin. She leaned forward and placed her hands on his chest as she slowly started to slide her hot stretched out damp pussy up and down his shaft. She started of slow, then started to pick up pace. "OH YEAH, OH YEAH." she said loudly.
Frank let his hands explore her tight body as she built up a head of stream. At least she's a meta he told himself. He might not be able to plow her with all his strength, but it seemed she was a lot tougher than a regular human.
"WHOA!" she gasped as Frank used his drug enhanced speed and power to flip them over quickly. Frank grinned down at her as she looked up with questioning eyes, and a bit of trepidation. It was like she was questioning herself as to whether this was a good idea, but Frank wasn't about to give her time to think things over.
"EASY." she implored as he started rocking his hips, pulling out a little more than half way and pushing his way back in. She gritted her teeth and locked her legs around his waist as she arched her back dramatically. She ignored her own plea and pulled him hard and deep into herself.
"OH GOD...OH GOD...JUST A LITTLE FASTER." she screamed. Frank was happy to fulfill her request. The bed's springs squeaked loudly with each thrust. "JUST .. LIKE .. THAT .. JUST . LIKE .. THAT."
Frank had the headboard banging against the exposed brick wall as he pounded her and she screamed through another orgasm. Ali knew what she wanted and how to get it. And to Frank's pleasure she had no reservations about going after it.
When her eyes fluttered open Frank was grinning down at her, still rocking his hips. Though not quite as hard and fast. "Roll over." Frank said in a commanding tone as he pulled out of the gasping brunette.
Frank chuckled as Alison gave him a wicked grin, then quickly turned over to get on her knees and elbows. She looked over her left shoulder at him, grinning from ear to ear, as she wiggled her butt enticingly. "Let's see if we can break the bed big boy." she stated tauntingly.
Challenge accepted Frank thought to himself as he moved up to her, pressing his cock into her gapping pussy. Frank pushed forward as Ali groaned loudly and pushed back. She clawed at her cotton sheets as she and Frank worked together. "A LITTLE FASTER. A LITTLE HARDER." she screamed.
Frank was sweating himself more than he had in years as Ali pushed him further than he would have ever expected. The whole bed rocked and slid over the floor as they rocked together. Frank gripped her hips and pulled her towards himself, hard. To his pleasure Ali was even tougher than he first thought.
"COME ON . COME ON BIG BOY. . SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT." Not such a great idea Frank thought, but if she wanted more he'd give her more. The bed creaked loudly as their flesh slapped together. Her sweaty hair swayed and her C-cup tits jiggled and slapped together. He could hear the wooden frame cracking as she repeatedly threw herself back against him.
Frank's hands kneaded her ass as she repeatedly bounced off him. His thoughts drifted to whether he should concentrate his efforts to women like Ali, meta human women with power and healing abilities. With Bambi and Helen he had to take it easy, but Alison was able to take a lot more. And he had a feeling she could take more than he'd given her so far.
High atop a desolate Rocky mountain peak Aphrodite looked out at the snow caps in the distance. She gave a sigh of frustration directed towards her daughter who was standing next to her. "You know your grandfather's command. Until further notice we are not to interfere with humans."
"I couldn't let her die. She's close with the others and her wisdom helps them. Gramps might still have use for them. And if The Swarm ever do come here it would be helpful for them to see us as friends." Helen said smugly as she looked out at the beautiful scenery.
"Don't try to predict what Zeus wishes, just follow his directive. Or you could find yourself stripped of your powers. Your only half god and he could do that, he's done it to others."
"Gramps adores me and I only interfered a little with people that already know about us. Some we've talked to. And I didn't heel her all the way, just enough so she wouldn't die. The Amazons did the rest." The young demi-goddess explained. She was walking a thin line, but she believed she was fulfilling her grandfather's wishes, mostly.
"And where have you been these last few days, other than Paradise Island?"
"I was seeing a friend." Helen smirked at her mom, then vanished. "I'll pop in and see gramps." her words echoed off the distant mountains, and caused Aphrodite to roll her eyes and groan. It was hard keeping track of a daughter driven by lust. Aphrodite had seen that look in Helen's eyes before, the last time was right before she found Helen in a hotel room with half a dozen sailors on leave.
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