StumptownS01E17

Older guy Robert (Harry Zinn) gagged in a sex club. Unbeknownst to him, the woman he thinks he’s about to get lucky with has drugged him so she can steal his valuables.

The Ties That Bind

Something happens to you when you see your mom’s ass naked for the first time.

If you didn’t want to see her ass getting fucked, then after seeing it naked you will, and if you did want to see her get fucked, seeing her ass naked will only make that urge stronger.

You were lucky that on the night you-know-what happened, you had just seen your mom’s ass by accident that morning when you walked into her room. She thought nothing of it. But you had been blown to pieces on the inside and reassembled as a new man.

That’s why that night when you saw that creepy looking guy slip something into your mom’s diet coke, you did everything you could to help him get away with it. Your mom’s naked ass was fresh in your mind, and you could imagine all the fun he could have with it. Instead of lacking in empathy, and not seeing things through his eyes, like most people would, you were able to put yourself in his shoes and root for him.

Nobody had the right to take your mom’s ass from him now. Not even you. Not even your mom. When your brother screamed across the bar after seeing that weird man carrying your drugged mom out with him in his arms, you cringed knowing that your plan to distract him and your dad by suggesting they play pool on the other end of the bar had failed.

The bouncers, hearing the screaming and seeing the pointing, held the man with your mom at the door as your dad and brother rushed over there. You trailed behind anxiously. You were all pulled aside into a side room. Your dad and brother pulled out their wallets on the way, eager to show the bouncers that they shared the same last name with your mom.

When the bouncer got you all in the room, your mom still in the man’s arms, much to your dad and brother’s dismay, he asked you all for ID. Another bouncer came in the room with your mom’s purse as your dad and brother showed their cards. The man was sweating and looked pale. Your dad and brother looked over at him as if to say “we got you now, cocksucker.” You felt angry at your dad and brother for their arrogance. Everything about them made you angry right now.

The second bouncer looked through her purse. “I don’t see a wallet here.”

Your dad interjected, “Some kid out there must have stole it.”

Your brother piped in impatiently, “She has her name on her phone!”

“I don’t see a phone in here either.”

Your dad: “Oh for Christ’s sake!”

The look of terror lifted slightly from the man’s face.

The bouncers could see that you were all related by your ID. He asked how and your dad said “I’m their father!” pointing at you, and “That’s my wife!” as he pointed at your mom whose head was rolling backward.”

“How do you know her?” The bouncer asked the weird man.

He stuttered. “She’s my wife. These guys had their hands all over her. I saw it when I came out of the washroom. I’m trying to get her out of here. I don’t know what kind of sick place this is that lets predators walk in here and take advantage of their patrons drunk off the alcohol they sold them and they try to stop ME, her husband whose trying to save her fro-”

The bouncer interrupted him. “Is this your mom?” he asked your brother.

“Yes, I already said that!”

You could feel your heart beating a million miles a second as the bouncer redirected his gaze to you.

“Is this your mother?”

You looked at him. You could feel the eyes of your family, sure and confident waiting for your inevitable and predictable answer on your left. You could feel the eyes of that strange man looking like the eyes of a cornered rat, as the half-open eyes of your mom looked like nothing at all on your right.

You looked over at your mom, vulnerable and ready. In the right place at the right time to have her drink spiked. In the wrong place at the wrong time to be stopped before being carried out the door. Her ass drooped down between his arms. You wished you could snap your fingers and have him disappear and reappear outside with her in his arms, but you couldn’t. That wasn’t the world you lived in. The real world took sacrifice to make anything great happen.

You looked at your mom for one last time that night, then you looked at the bouncer. “I’ve never seen this woman before in my life.”

“WHAT!”is what you heard next to you. So sudden and so loud that you couldn’t tell if it was your dad or your brother who said it.

The weird man to your right was visibly smiling. You could see it from the corner of your eye.

You continued: “I told my dad and brother to stop groping her but they wouldn’t listen. They wanted to take her home with them because mom is out on vacation. I told them it was wrong!”

“He’s lying! What the hell is wrong with you!’ He grabbed you by your neck and your brother started for you when the two bouncers grabbed the three of you and separated you. Your dad and brother’s faces were red with rage. Spit spilled from their lips in strings as they screamed at you “You fuck! You sick fuck! What are you doing!”

You looked them both straight in their eyes and yelled “I’m telling mom what you guys tried to do when she gets home! I can’t believe you two! You-” and that’s when the tears started to spill from your eyes. It was all your pent up frustration at them for trying to ruin this guy’s chance at fucking your mom, but it lent a huge dose of credibility to your story.

Your dad and brother came across as persecutors rather than victims, and they stayed that way as they screamed at you with their deep voices, until the man was apologized to and sent on his way with your mom in his arms. That’s when your dad and brother’s tears started to flow. They fought and pushed and kicked back against the bouncers arms, and all it accomplished was more bouncer running into the room to restrain the three of you. The two giant men holding you made you confident enough to make a show of righteous anger against your family by trying, unsuccessfully, to lunge at them. You were accomplishing nothing but making the bouncers sure that you had real reason to be mad at them. That they actually were trying to take home a drunk stranger to enjoy.

You were all taken outside into the night air and you were held near the wall, as you watched your mom being carried to a Chevette, placed in its back seat, and driven away into the chaos of the city with that smug, satisfied, relieved, smiling face behind the wheel. Your dad and brother screamed and cried and tore at their clothes, but they didn’t fight back. All their energy was gone. They knew that they had dug themselves too deep into the coil of a Chinese finger trap, and all effort to get out would wrap it around themselves harder. They learned in that moment how to be helpless, but they would never learn how to not care.

It was the same pain that weird man would have had if he was successfully stopped last second from taking your mom home with him tonight. Your dad and brother finally knew the horror and pain they almost visited on him. But as you looked at them with contempt, you knew that they wouldn’t understand or make the connection.

You could still hear his car ripping down the streets and you were imagining your moms ass jiggling about with each turn and pull of the hand-brake. It probably looked like jello. He was going to have fun digging in.

You didn’t want to count your chickens before they hatched, so you listened as the car grew more distant. Even though your brother and dad were on the ground wailing over the fate of your mom’s ass, you never knew if they’d discover one last moment of decisiveness and tenacity. But as the car engine and brakes grew more distance, your worry subsided with it. Until finally, you heard nothing.

And the stillness of the chilly night mirrored the stillness of your soul. You had nothing left to worry about any more. You could finally celebrate.

Your mom’s ass would be getting it soon. And that was all that mattered. And for every ounce of respect and love you lost for your dad and brother, it was two ounces of pride you gained in yourself, and 10 pounds of gratefulness you had for being the son of your mom.

Ironically, your mom would be the only one able to forgive you. A mother’s love was unconditional and unbreakable. You were proud of yourself knowing that tonight you proved that your impulse to do the right thing was just as strong.

Your mom woke up in a strange house, cold, and naked, with her ass wet with cum.

“Where am I?” she thought.

The sensation of terror filled her as her awareness started to grow.

Suddenly, she heard a door open. Then footsteps. She closed her eyes. The blackness grew twice as dark as the footsteps stopped right next to her. She was aware that someone was standing there, looking down at her. She didn’t dare move.

Suddenly she felt something on her ass. A wet cloth. Her ass was now clean. The cushion creaked and was pulled downward as the man put one knee on it. Then another. Your mom’s body jiggled around with the drooping cushions.

Suddenly, she felt the man getting closer. Then something on her vagina. It was just touching it. And all of a sudden it was inside. He was going in for seconds.

Your mom held her eyes tight as the strange penis went back and forth inside of her. She wanted to get up and run, but she was too afraid. She had nobody there to protect her, and she figured that nobody knew where she was. She was right.

And for the next two hours she just kept still with her eyes clamped shut, receiving that penis in every hole.

When you accidentally burst into her room that morning (or yesterday morning to be exact) she thought nothing of it. Little did she know it would end up with her being here, literally tasting a cock as it danced back and forth inside her mouth and cheeks as his balls slapped against her chin.

The thought that kept coming back to her was how worried you, your brother and dad must be. Little did she know she was only 2/3rds right. And that’s only because your dad and brother only loved your mom 2/3rds as much as you did. And this was what love looked like. Never mind felt and tasted like.

It Takes A Village III (Conspiracy)

It was a setup from the very start. Your late father’s cousin wasn’t going to be at her house. She had been gone for a week, leaving only her husband to entertain you and your mom.

He never informed your mom that he owned a pool, and when she asked if there were any beaches nearby, he said no. So she never ended up bringing a bathing suit. Instead he offered her his wife’s one and only bathing suit.

You knew that he was lying when you were searching through his bedroom for the panties and maybe some nice pictures of your dad’s cousin. All you found was a drawer hastily stuffed full of women’s bathing suits on top of batteries and watch parts.

Those bathing suits were so modest and conservative compared to the bathing suit he handed your mom, which he had to hastily rip the tag subtly before handing it to her.

This all happened just in time for the pool party, in which members of your dad’s near and distant family were to show up. Family members he spent his life avoiding and only occasionally came into contact with through his cousin, whom he trusted and loved very much.

Your dad trusted her so much that his trust even extended to her husband, who he used to go hunting with every second year when you visited. This trust was apparently misplaced, as you learned when you searched through his laptop for compromising images of your dad’s cousin and found them in the form of hidden camera footage of her changing in their room attached to e-mails that were sent to members of a local motorcycle gang and real estate developers.

You were unsure of whether he was sharing his wife’s naked body because he was being blackmailed, to gain favors from powerful people, or because he enjoyed it. Eventually, though scouring through his e-mails, you realized that it was all three. Maybe he had more than three reasons.

You downloaded all the footage of your mom’s cousin onto your flashdrive and you were eager to post them to pornhub when you got home

As for your mom, you knew something was planned for her.

He had hidden camera footage of every female on your dad’s side of the family, from ages 20 to 80. Your dad’s mother was even caught naked in their bathroom. There wasn’t one square inch of female flesh in your dad’s family that hadn’t been exposed. And there wasn’t one real estate mogul or gang member on that mailing list who hadn’t been sent all of those videos.

But there wasn’t one reference of your mom anywhere to be found. You found that hard to believe. Because in terms of getting favors, getting pleasure, or getting out of trouble, your mom was the best bargaining chip there conceivably could be. You searched his e-mails while he was out and you found one of his them, a very recent one, sent to a local real estate developer, about a person they referred to as The Human Ass.

He said he bought a special uniform for her ass to munch on and he gloated in the fact that this mystery woman was known for being dry when it came to alcohol. But he had a fridge full of “non-alcoholic beer” that had its contents replaced. And that was all he’d have to drink for his guests who weren’t used to imbibing, or well adapted to the effects of imbibing, liquor.

He said that there’d only be one obstacle in the way. And if that obstacle wasn’t also drunk by the time zero hour came, then at least they’d have a pool area full of motorcycle enthusiasts with criminal records to iron out the loose edges.

These were an exciting turn of events, and the nagging thought that The Human Ass and The Obstacle weren’t who you thought they were was a dark and upsetting thought to entertain. But you’d find out when the guests got there the next day. And when your mom asked for a drink.

When the guests starting showing up, they were already very impressed with your mom fully clothed. They became even more impressed when she ridded herself of her oppressive jeans. She grimaced with each sip from the bottle labeled “zero alcohol content.” It soon became clear to you, and maybe even to her, that she was the only female body there. A sausage party but for one bun.

But what a bun.

Many people, including the host, did their best to keep you distracted and drinking. The stupid stories, and unfunny jokes from the clean shaven men, and the slaps on your back and slightly physical attempts and quartering you off from even seeing your mom, were starting to become a little much. You headed back inside and went to the washroom. From there you could see all the action in the backyard from a near bird’s-eye-view.

It didn’t take long for the professional men to start getting close to her and talking to her with a sly look on their faces with their hands on the small of her back. But in an even shorter time after that the rougher looking men elbowed their way in to the swarm and began pawing at your mom’s skin. Picking up her legs by the thigh and caressing them, pinching at her ass, and fingering at the thin strap of her bathing suit as she put up a a fair deal of resistance.

A few times the strap was pulled completely off her butt crack and to the side. She had been lifted completely off her feet and was in the middle of a miniature sized crowd surf. The motorcycle gang on the inside had her ass, thighs stomach, and lower back to play with. The Real Estate tycoons had her calves, and feet and chest, neck, face and hair. Your dad’s cousin’s husband was off a few feet to the side openly playing with his hard dick.

You were doing the same, wondering if your MMORPG friends have ever seen anything like this. Only one of them, the alpha male of your clan, could lay claim to seeing a real naked woman when he spied on his auntie through a hole between his room and hers and watched her boyfriend have sex with her. You tried to contain your excitement at how much envy they’d have for you now. You’ve just become the new alpha wolf of your crew. The old alpha would be so angry. There was no way he could top this.

Your thoughts were broken by a satisfying snap sound. Your mom’s bikini was broken and on the ground. It was shocking how little space it took up. The Human Ass was going to be munching on something a little bit thicker than string now.

The host sat on his lawn chair naked, stroking his hard cock, and he had a look of relief, ambition and arousal all at once. His wife’s cousin’s wife’s body was now surrounded by cocks that were jostling with each other like piranhas to get inside it through its mouth or its pussy or its asshole. If they couldn’t get inside, then they’d hump around the holes.

It was clear looking at the host that all his debts were now paid, he’d be a huge mover and shaker in the world of real estate, and he had finally reached that sexual itch he wanted scratched for years.

When the mob of professionals and criminals finished their goal of extracting all pleasure and fantasy they could from your mom’s body, they all left, leaving you, your uncle, and your mom as the only ones there. You forgot how silent things could be. Your dad’s cousin’s husband grabbed his hose and sprayed your mom’s body up and down, flipped her over, and sprayed her off on the other side. Her ass jiggled as the stream of water pushed at it.

He opened up her ass cheeks and sprayed them out too and then he inserted the hose in her pussy and mouth as well. He took your naked, clean mom with him into the house and you listened as he dragged her past the bathroom door into his room with him and you listened to him moan as his flesh slapped wonderfully with your mom’s. You went back to your room and listened from there. When he was done with her, he opened up your room door and placed your mom’s naked body in bed with you as you pretended to be sleeping.

You spent the rest of the night using your mom’s body to masturbate in interesting ways. Her ass cheeks were especially effective for this. You came between her two cheeks and you left her like that. So that she would know that at least one person at that party had fun with her and she’d be too embarrassed to ask who it was. It could’ve been anyone. Or everyone. But why would she have any reason to guess that?

You heard him in his office, click-clacking away. And then in a few hours, at around sunrise, he had left the house. You left your mom in your bed and went over to his computer, to see what he was doing and you were surprised to see a folder up with one file in the very middle of it titled “To The Obstacle.”

You clicked on it and your face turned a deep red as you as you saw yourself, sitting in the very spot you were sitting now, only a few days ago, looking through e-mail after e-mail. Then it cut to footage of your mom removing her pants by the pool yesterday afternoon. Then it cut to her being lifted in the air, then her being fucked by a forest of cocks. Then to you in the bathroom watching through the window and jerking off.

Then to you in your room pressing your mom’s ass cheeks around your cock and humping away. Then to your dad’s mom, naked in the washroom changing. Then to her being ravaged by a line of men on the living room couch. Then her in his bed being fucked by him. Then your dad’s niece changing in her room, then her being spit roasted in the basement over the pool table, and finally her in his room being fucked in her face. The same with your dad’s cousin and his sister. Same pattern: changing, being gang banged, and being fucked personally by him in his bed. Every woman in your family, every woman your dad loved, had been passed around and then fucked by this man. All of them except one. At least until yesterday.

Your mom changed into what she thought was your dad’s cousin’s bathing suit behind the bar. There were cameras everywhere in this house. You couldn’t escape them. Then your mom being ravaged by the pool. Then your mom with her ass up on his bed. Her wedding ring in his hand, then up her asshole, then removed, and then he pulled out a ring that looked exactly the same, placing it on her finger, and placing the ring your father first slid onto her extended hand in front of the smiling women of his family and hers, inside a box on his counter.

Then an e-mail screen came up. And you watched as the cursor attached a file called “Complete Cuck Target Beta Tango Foxtrot: All bogies down.” And in his address field was the head of the Federal Reserve, the secretary of state, and the president of the United States. And in the e-mail he wrote “Footage of target being neutralized by “accident” and all female friendlies being violated.” Then he deleted all of it and wrote “That’s civilian speak for you, Obstacle,” deleted that and retyped instead “Code Blue: Extreme Prejudice: 98% A1776F9.” He circled the cursor multiple times around the send button, mocking you. Finally, he clicked it.

The screen went black, then white text appeared on the screen. “Sorry about papa. But somebody has to take care of this nation’s enemies. But I guess I don’t have to apologize for what we did to your mom yesterday. You seemed to enjoy it.” Footage of you jerking off in the washroom replayed for a second. Then back to black. “Just be happy that your family will be the best example to deter more do-gooders from trying to blow the whistle on those who keep this world safe. You’ll be the last person I talk to in this life. There’s a young woman a thousand miles from here whose daddy stumbled onto the wrong military testing site. I need to get a head start on being that shoulder she can cry on before she loses her dad to a freak accident nobody saw coming. We call her The Human Tits.

“Play it cool, and you’ll never have to see me again. And don’t get any ambitious ideas. There’s plenty of ways to cuck yourself that don’t involve you going missing. All the camera footage is in a single file with the name of the first girl you had a crush on on it. Don’t ask how we know that. Do what you’d like with that footage. This video will self-destruct in 3. 2.”

You braced yourself against the office chair.

“1″ And the video closed and the file disappeared. A whimper, not a bang.

You stood in your doorway, and stared at your mom’s naked ass. You were even more enamored with it knowing that its fate was being decided as high up as the white house itself. And your dad’s gift for trying to be the hero was that the fate of his wife’s ass was no longer his to decide. It was nice and fitting as far aw you were concerned. You were already looking forward to life after your dad’s death and what that meant for your mom’s ass. But things had already escalated so quickly into something heavenly and gorgeous, like your mom’s ass.

You had no idea about what it was your dad risked his life and the safety of his family to blow the whistle about, but whatever it was, there was no way it was better than this. You were glad that bogie had been neutralized and there was nobody there to watch your mom’s 6.

The only one left was you, and you’d rather watch your mom’s 6 get pounded.

Epilogue

The little box sitting on the counter glowed with a subtle red ambience. Inside, the wedding ring sitting alone buzzed slightly and it flashed every half-second with that infrared light.

In an abandoned district in Siberia, underneath a dilapidated building, a team of 14 KGB personnel stand in the glow of 12 computer screens, each one with its own distinct bars and graphs representing things only they’re trained to understand.

“Agents Svetlanza’s vital signs are zero” says a female voice in Russian.

“Do you think she has been neutralized?”

An older gentlemen steps out from his shadow holding a lit cigar. “No,” he says confidently.

“Then why can we not pick her up?”

“Her ring is off.”

“But she gave no signal for its removal, Vokolov.”

“She didn’t expect to remove it,” he said before inhaling from his cigar.

“You mean…”

He exhaled and watched the smoke as he finished his new guy’s thought. “Somebody else removed it.”

“So they’re on to her?”

The wise old owl of the relatively young team shook his head. “No. If they were onto her they’d have put the ring on another’s finger to keep us in the dark.“ All but 6 of the personnel looked at him, eager for an explanation. He continued, “I told them when I first saw her 22 years ago that this would happen.”

One of the young men asked him, though still not understanding what happened, “and they didn’t listen?”

“No, they listened. They sent her, just as I suggested. We were all excited for it to happen. I didn’t think it would take 22 years. Dmitri would have been proud. We told her that mastering an American accent wasn’t enough, that she’d have to go clubbing for a few years to really understand American culture and fit in, but she was clearly uninterested and she found somebody to settle down and had children almost immediately.

“That’s why it took 22 years instead of months like we all thought it would. With her ‘assets’, she would have been the perfect mark in those clubs. American men strike quickly and we trained her specifically to be naive. She doesn’t even understand her own son and he’s dripping with the need to see exactly what we wanted to see. Now the day has arrived.”

The older men in the room nodded knowingly, each one bursting with a weird energy. A younger woman piped in “should we arrange for another ring?”

The man exhaled a cloud of smoke. “No. Our work here is done, comrades. We’ll wait for her next broadcast and tell her her mission was successful. It may have taken 22 years but it was worth every second, especially with this team. Agent Svetlana was the best our country had to offer. And America got her when she was at her prime. The ripe age of 40. Her ‘asset’ has only improved in these two decades. Let her live a normal life now. Ill miss her. She was like a daughter to me.”

He sighed deeply.

“We’ll be monitoring a new Svetlana tomorrow or the day after. Another young lady with big ‘assets’. Two of them actually. I’ve examined them myself and I’m eager to put them in the American field of action. We’ve trained her to accept drinks from strangers and to always leave her’s unguarded when she’s on the dance floor. And in case she fails in her mission, like Svetlana, she’s been modified on a genetic level to produce only male children with low testosterone who’ll crave for her to complete her mission without even knowing she’s on a mission. Just like Svetlana’s son. Lucky boy.”

The uninitiated sat there and stared at their Vokolov with his cigar blazing. This was the most naked glimpse into what their mission really was and still they didn’t understand. All the male personnel knew was that they would miss Agent Svetlana’s pretty face and the rare moments when they’d see her full profile in her video transmissions.

And most of all, the one time Volokov made her write a message in between her butt cheeks and had her silently stand naked in her video call and open her butt cheeks to show the message. The men were happy that protocol in that instance worked out so strongly in their favor. The fact that this mode of communication was dictated by Volokov for Christmas Day went right over the heads of the male personnel who were the receivers of this stocking stuffer.

Little did they understand that that measure, like everything having to do with Agent Svetlana, was a joke on her. All of this was. There was a reason every active KGB was a beautiful woman. All 332 of them. And there was a reason why they never knew what their mission was exactly or how to accomplish it, or any martial arts or espionage or basic common sense.

Only the higher ups knew what was going on. And they were currently enjoying the good news about their favorite field operative and the fate of her ‘assets’ right now. All of their best assets were in the West, the Middle East, or Africa. The entire country had its top tier females sent abroad for active duty. It was the largest and most sophisticated cucking operation in all the world. Russian tits and ass were being fondled, groped, and Russian pussies and mouths were being fucked, consciously or unconsciously in over 56 countries. It was as if Mother Russia herself was being groped, fondled, and ravaged.

And all across the intelligence agencies, those in the know could celebrate that the best representative that Russia had to offer had been pounded by American cock.

But you were oblivious to all of this, on the other side of the world, and you shot your second load between your mom’s ass cheeks. “I love you mom,” you said, as you lay down next to her under the covers and cuddled with her naked body up against yours.

The Shape

It didn’t take long for your mom to realize that there was something wrong with her pumpkin spiced latte. She shot up and ran to the kitchen window. Her friend, who hadn’t been able to drink as much of her’s due to her diligence at carving away at her jackolantern, looked over at your mom, shocked and terrified at her sudden change in mood and behavior.

“What’s wrong!?”

Your mom fell to the floor. She began pressing her forehead to the ground and groaning as her big ass stuck up in the air. “Get out of here! Run!”

Your mom’s friend was full of questions, but she knew she had no time to ask any of them and she shot up, causing your kitchen chair to bounce out from under her ass, fall backwards, and smash the glass face of the stove. She ran out towards the front door. Your mom groaned behind her before going silent completely. Your mom’s friend heard a thud sound, but she didn’t turn around to look. If she did, she would have seen your mom lying face down on the kitchen rug.

Your front door got closer and closer. Her stomach was turning. Not just from the events occurring behind her, but because of a sudden chemical reaction bubbling from within her. The door leading to the outside world away from this claustrophobic nightmare was only an arm’s length away. Suddenly, a dark figure appeared behind the glass. Your mom’s friend stopped cold.

The door opened.

“Oh, thank god, it’s you!” She exclaimed.

You stepped into your house, smiling.

“Look.” She pointed to your mom lying face down in the kitchen. She looked back up at your shocked face.

You approached your mom and got down on your hands and knees. She was out like a light. “Go to the bathroom. We need water!” You demanded from your mom’s friend as she stood sheepishly by the front door.

She ran down the hallway and snapped on the bathroom light. She emptied the cup full of toothbrushes and she turned on the tap. As she stood there, with her fingers on the cold water handle, it occurred to her that she could have gotten water from the kitchen, but she forgot about that under all her panic and stress.

When the cup was full she ran out into the hallway, leaving the tap running, and rushed toward the light of the kitchen.

When she turned the corner, she gasped, dropping the cup to the floor, causing it to spill its contents at her feet.

Sitting there in front of her, on the kitchen floor in front of the sink, was a body that she recognized well enough. But what startled her wasn’t the body of her friend, it was her head. Because right where your mom’s familiar face should have been was instead a jackolantern, grinning back at her mockingly.

She twisted around to run in the opposite direction, probably in an attempt to get to the front door through the living room, avoiding running past your mom’s garrish appearance in the kitchen.

As soon as she turned around, a tall fleshy figure stepped out from the hallway. She screamed. But the shape’s hand shot out and grabbed her mouth. Then he wrapped his arms around her little frame and pulled her towards his naked body. Naked from the neck down. She looked up at him with eyes that screamed what her mouth couldn’t. He looked down at her. His horribly calm eyes behind his white, featureless mask.

He pushed her back into the kitchen. She fell to the floor on her ass. He approached her. His hard member swinging freely at her face level. She tilted her head back with horror as the cock swung inches in front of her face, a pendulum of sweaty flesh. “Open up,” said the voice. It was a horrible, horrible voice. She shook her head. He grabbed her cheeks and pressed them with his thumb and his forefinger, causing her mouth to pop open comically as she tried to shake her head free, looking almost as if she was shaking her head in the negative to the idea that any of this was really happening.

The shape was finally able to stabilize her head. She braced herself for that hard cock to enter her throat. When suddenly, instead, a warm liquid spilled into her mouth from above. It tasted like pumpkin-spice.

The shape stood over her with her latte cup and tilted it until there was nothing left. She coughed up a little bit, but he let her go. She tried to get up and run, but her legs failed her and she fell down right into your mom, who look down at her with that mockish jackolantern face. Your mom’s friend turned around just as the shape got to her. He grabbed her by her jaw and placed his other hand on the back of her head, then he pressed her face down towards your mom’s crotch.

She whimpered there for what felt like an eternity to her. Until, the whimpering stopped. He let go of her and her head sprang back up and rested itself on the sink drawer next to your mom’s. Their bodies were pressed into each other. Your mom’s friend finally looked peaceful, and your mom’s big orange head, over her soft tanned body, smiled ridiculously into the silence of the kitchen. Sex Hilarious.

The shape grabbed her first, and dragged her by her bare ankles. Her head tilted to the side as it dragged along the kitchen tiles and smiled at the third victim, lying face down underneath the kitchen table. She kept looking over in that direction as her legs were lifted up into the air, and her shorts were pulled up the length of her legs, passed her bare feet. Her smiling jackolantern face remained the same as her panties were removed the same way. The man then lifted her up by her legs, causing her jackolantern helmet to fall off and roll on the ground towards her friend. She was now completely bottomless in the same room with her son and her best friend. It was a surreal moment that they weren’t both awake to witness. Nor was she awake in order to know it was happening to her.

The shape hoisted her body on top of the kitchen table. He seemed to be driven by one thing, completely ignoring the son below the table, and the woman to his right.

He titled his head slightly to the side as he examined his victim’s bare ass. Fascinated by it as it sat motionless. He reached over and grabbed the paint brush and little black box of paints. He placed them next to the big naked ass. They looked like a strip of cabins next to a mountain. He opened up the box. He started with the black. Paint drips fell to the floor as he worked above. First it was black paint, and then it was orange. When he was done, he pushed your mom over to the side of the table and picked up her friend. He stripped her naked the same way he did your mom and placed her faced down on top of the kitchen table, her big bare ass side-by-side with your mom’s.

He began on her ass after staring at it curiously for a few moments.

When he was done, the paint box fell to the floor. He carried one woman at a time, down the steps in the kitchen that led to the garage. He opened the garage door, where there was a big grey van backed up right to where the garage ended. He placed your mom in first, face down. Then he came back again through the damp garage air with your mom’s friend. But your fate wasn’t to be put in that back seat with them. Instead he just closed the door, got into the driver seat, and left without shutting the garage.

Only one person saw anything. A girl from your school, walking home just then, saw a naked man in a white mask with a fully erect cock getting into the driver seat of that van. She rushed off quickly, creeped out by the sight. But because she didn’t see any more than that, she didn’t do anything about it. It didn’t even occur to her to tell any of her friends that day. They wouldn’t believe her. The thing that creeped her out most was just as this man was climbing into the driver seat of the van, he noticed her. He looked right at her and didn’t break eye contact. His black eyes peered at her, into her, and she turned off to rush away.

Many more people saw the creepy, gray van as it passed by with its night-black tinted windows and thick mist-like exhaust. None of them could see the driver, who stared ahead in his mask as he drove past the orange glow of Halloween displays and decorations, driving at exactly the speed limit, no more, no less, with no apparent doubt in his mind about where he was headed. They also had no way of seeing the contraband he was carrying in his back seat: Two asses, jiggling about with each brake and turn, naked but for the orange and black paint that cast a garrish looking jackolantern, smiling at the roof of the van, on each luscious ass. Sex Hilarious.

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A figure, large and ominous was walking about the farmyard. He was towering and bulky with muscle. He looked around, startled by every little noise. He had seen this farm with its shed every few days driving past it to get to work. He had no clue he would ever be standing here one day, especially not after being invited here by a note shoved into his back pack at some random point in the day. 

“It’ll be worth your while. You have nothing to lose… but your head.” is how the message ended. He thought it was ridiculous at the time, though the promises the letter made intrigued him. But now that he was here, he couldn’t shake the feeling like he was being watched by someone. Or something. Either way, he wasn’t going to cut and run. Just in case he really was being watched. He didn’t care what little Halloween trick had been prepared for him, he was going to wear his flat, emotionless poker face like a man.

And he’d shake off any indication that the promise made by the note not being made good on was upsetting to him. He’d hide that, even though in his heart of hearts, he was hoping deeply that it would be true.

The weather was crisp and cold, chilling him inside and out.

He took a few modest steps under the eaves of the barn. His pace was slower now. His eyes fixated on the many spidery shadows of the barn, knowing each one could be a hiding place for something he didn’t want to see. He went a few meters forward, then doubled back cautiously, as if he missed something.

Then suddenly, his eyes went wide. He saw something through the corner of his left eye. Something moving. He slowly turned his head to see a jackolantern. Just a jackolantern. He took a sigh of relief. It was all in his head. “You’re being a pussy,” he thought to himself, punitively.

Then he noticed something strange about the jackolantern. Not only was it clearly not a real jackolanter, it was a painted jackolantern on the face of something. Something that was not only resting on a pile of hay in a way that defied gravity, but something that was fleshy and was…. breathing.

He stood there, petrified as stone, not knowing what to do. Afraid to approach the two orange faces smiling ominously at him, and afraid to walk away. And that’s when one of them moved, and he could see the golden-brown flesh colored canvas it was painted on peeking out from behind the hay. And then he realized what he was looking at.

A woman’s ass.

Two of them.

And on top of the hay was another note for him.

He picked it up and read it. It said: “I told you it would be worth your while to come here. But one demand if you want to live. Hump all you want, but no peeking inside in the hay. I have a million eyes and they’re all watching you. Just know that these are two girls you’ve seen before. If you don’t hump away, you’re also dead.”

Chills went up and down his spine. His mouth was dry. But as long as this mystery person was being honest, he had nothing to worry about. As curious as he was to put two faces to these two asses, he could restrain himself if it meant life or death. And he definitely didn’t need to be threatened to start humping away. He had had sex with 3 girls in his life up to this point. His girlfriend, her sister, and her best friend. He was more than happy to up his number to 5 within seconds of each other.

He stripped his pants from his ass and let his cock, still hard through all his apprehension and fright, hang loose. He then, pressed his cockhead and shaft deep into the pussy, or mouth, of one of the jackolanterns, groaning with pleasure as he did. Then he pulled it out back into the cold October air, stepped over a bit to the left, and after taking a second to feel the pussy out with his cock head, plunged his trembling cock head and shaft deep into the warm pussy of the second jackolantern. His number was now 5. Now that that was out of the way, he could really enjoy himself.

He was sweating and trembling all over, even in the cold air, and he removed all his clothing before giving his shaking hard dick shelter within the haunted house of this mystery girl’s pussy. His right butt cheek twitched with pleasure as he did. “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes.” he said, voice breathless and shaking.

His cock going in and out of the jackolantern’s mouth should have been a familiar visual to him, but this connection was lost on him in that moment. He had caught one of his classmates in a room at a Halloween party years ago, sitting half naked on a bed, fucking the mouth of a jackolantern in the darkness. The whole party had a laugh at this guy’s expense when they bursted the door open on him to laugh after they were told about what was happening.

He was too overwhelmed by his ominous fear at the absurdity of his situation and glorious pleasure at this big ass and tight pussy on his hard prick to make these connections with events that happened in Halloweens past.

He wanted to see their faces so bad. Part of him almost thought it was worth the risk to take a peek as he switched from one ass to the other. “Ohhhhhh” he said aloud as he pressed his dick into the other pussy, “this one is so much better than the other one.” He kept pumping away at the mystery woman. He didn’t care if she was the ugliest woman he knew. He wanted to know who she was. Whose pussy he was violating right now.

He was about to get his answer.

“Aaaaggghhhhhh!”

Your mom and her friend burst out from under the hay.

His balls tightened up, and he almost came from the thrill of it all. Luckily he held on. The sudden jolt, triggering his fight or flight mechanism a bit, didn’t stop his pelvis from humping. And even through the sense of terror, he only took seconds to realize who he was looking at.

It was your mom and the pumpkin fucker’s mom. The revelation coming all at once almost made him cum again, and again he held on. Which was good, as now he wanted to fuck these two asses even more. The doped up eyes and mouths on their pretty faces looked back at him lazily. Your mom’s sweet pussy and fleshy ass felt so much better with her pretty face looking back at him. She was Hally Berry with a better body.

He was fucking the ass of the mom whose son he dominated at school. And Jackolantern Fucker’s mom’s bare ass was naked just next to her. They had been made into Halloween decorations by this mystery figure and handed over to him. Not only was he now free to fuck Jackolantern Fucker’s mom’s jackolantern, but he was free to take the sweet candy pussy from your mom to make up for the one Halloween he had to go without candy on because he beat you up for yours that night and you ran to your mom crying. He still remembers scowling at her from the kitchen as his parents handed her two pillowcases worth of candy, as you sat in the car crying.

He watched her brown legs and protruding butt in her Pirate costume skirt as she walked off. He knew he’d get her revenge on her one day.

He helped the women out of the hay once they started struggling to move around, completely forgetting what the note told him. He wanted to see their nakedness in all its glory.

Recognizing the effects of Blue Velvet in them, he knew that they’d be extremely vulnerable to suggestion.

“Shake your asses for me girls.” he demanded, cooly.

He watched their fat ass flesh wobble in the fresh October air, wondering if what he was looking at were two evil spirits, clothed in forms they knew would be the most appealing to him. After all, how could have this turned out so well?  And as turned on as he was, he couldn’t shake the feeling that that was exactly what was happening to him. The eerie faces on the asses didn’t help. They looked like they were laughing.

He could almost hear it.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha,” mockingly.

It was coming through so high-pitched and clear within his head. It was almost as if now he knew that was what was happening. But his cock didn’t falter in its rigidity. It stood strong and proud. He was still overcome with excitement and lust, and the only thing that scared him more than the thought of these asses opening up and swallowing him whole, was the possibility that it wasn’t those two loser’s moms he was fucking.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.”

And even if these two ghosts or creatures or whatever they were had disguised themselves in the exact image of what these two women’s naked bodies actually looked like, the thought that it wasn’t actually them he was violating in this moment was horrifying.

He reached out and grabbed your mom’s ass. Then he put his finger in between her opening and closing butt cheeks. Oh, they were so warm and soft. He took a sigh of relief, because in the moment he knew these thoughts were only shadows from the dark corners of his paranoid mind.

He was replacing the positive unbelievable reality with a negative unbelievable reality. He had no reason to do that. The truth of what was actually happening was crazy enough for him not to make up any more wild tales.

All at once, the witch cackling from their asses stopped as their asses stopped shaking.

But he couldn’t shake the feeling of dread at the two rictus grinning jackolanterns looking up at him. He saw a hose sitting over to the side.

“Okay, shake those asses girls.”

He played with his cock as he sprayed the two giant fleshy butts in front of him. He grinned evilly at his victory over these imaginary spirits. And with quite the show. The jackolantern faces began to fade and he could feel a darkness being lifted.

Their asses were just regular asses, not the faces of demons. If there were any real ghosts or spirits working to steer anyone’s fate this Halloween, they were working in his favor.

The Shape that brought him here watched from the darkness of the barn as he washed off the two naked bodies. The Shape’s eyes stood emotionless and black behind his white mask. His body stood still, all of it, but for his neck, which tilted his head sideways as he watched. A spider crawled across his face. He didn’t react. He just watched with his black eyes. Motionless. But for his chest as he breathed and his naked cock as it twitched.

The man he was watching enjoyed your mom’s ass, completely unaware that he was being watched. He forgot completely. All knowledge and fear had left on a black stagecoach being dragged by the power of your mom’s fat ass. Your mom’s ass had that effect on people even when they weren’t fucking her. 

The slap of your mom’s ass was drowned out by the sound of car engines, delivering little Frankenstein’s Monsters and Trolls to the city where they could collect bagfulls of candy.

And here, tucked away from that ritual, your mom kissed her friend’s ass as it rode your bully’s cock. And when he wanted to know what your mom’s pussy tasted like, all he had to do was ask.

His tongue invaded every part of your mom’s pussy.

Would it have made you proud to know that your mom’s ass was the one he decided to bust his warm load on? Because that’s what he did. And he left it there, along with her friend’s, sitting naked on that Halloween evening, just as the trick or treaters had hit their first few houses, and the goblins and ghouls rose from the dirt to make the night’s mischief complete.

The Shape watched as your classmate left. Moments later, he got into your family van and drove back to your house. Trick-or-treaters littered both sides of any street he drove down.  It was dark at this point, so he was able to exit the van in the cover of darkness. He rounded the corner of your house and walked along its wall, around to the back.

He disappeared into the blackness.

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You walked down your hallway with your hand running through your hair which had been matted with sweat. You felt like you were on a drug. You had this hazy feeling, an unreal sensation, as if you had just woken up from the most unbelievable dream you’ve ever had. One that felt too real to be a dream.

As you walk into the living room, headed towards your kitchen, you stop cold. You see someone in the corner of your eye.

You gulp.

You look over slowly

Your mom’s friend’s son is sitting on the couch, holding a jackolantern in his hands. He looks up at you, emotionless with plain.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” you ask.

He just looks at you confused. “I… I don’t know. I think… I don’t know what’s going on.”

You shake as you look at him. He wasn’t in any normal state of mind. “Would you like a ride home?”

He looks up at you again, with a stare a thousand miles deep. “Yeah… I think so. But… my mouth is dry. Can I get water first?”

You sheepishly nod your head and duck into the kitchen. As the tap runs, he slowly rotates the jackolantern in his lap until it’s looking up at him. It’s smiling face garrishly laughing up at him.

You come back from the kitchen, looking back into it at all the paint on the floor, the tossed chair, your mom’s clothing on the table, and the discarded pair of panties. You look back at him, trying to look calm as to not draw his attention toward the fact that you noticed something strange had happened in our kitchen.

You hand him his water. You head back to your room. Cold October air blows in through your open window. You grab the keys to the van from your dresser. You get him into your van and you drive him down through the dark Halloween night streets, witch, ghosts, goblins and vampires on all sides around you in the darkness, all averaging about 3 feet tall. He’s staring off into space. You gulp deeply.

And then suddenly, he begins laughing.

“Ha ha ha ha ha.”

You keep your eyes straight ahead, as sweat trickles down from your forehead.

“Ha ha ha ha ha haaaaa…”

He stops laughing only to stare off into space.

You were finally in front of his house, and the weight you had felt on your shoulders felt like it was being lifted. “Trick or treat!!” is what you hear from the 4 kids standing on his porch. Nobody answers because nobody is home.

He steps out of the car and says goodbye. Good was an understatement. And he brushes awkwardly past the kids on his stoup and disappears into the blackness of his house. You take a deep breath, relieved, and you drive off.

His blinds were wide open, with the orange glow from outside spilling into what would otherwise be stark darkness. He sits down on his couch, with thin rays of orange light projecting themselves at him, illuminating horizontal stripes of his person.

He breaths deeply in the dark.

“Why was I there?” he asks himself. “How did I get there?” He tried to retrace his steps. But it was hard, because after somehow remembering that he had gone over there to see his mom before heading home, his footsteps led to a black oblivion of thought, though not completely of sensation, as he remembers a strange other-wordly feeling, maybe in his gut, as if something foreign and wrong had entered him. And then he was on that couch, with that jackolantern in his hands.

No, wait. That’s not where and when he woke up. He remembers picking the jackolantern off the kitchen floor. The kitchen floor that was littered with paint and a pair of panties.

“And I… I woke up….”

He thought about it hard, trying to remember.

Suddenly it clicked.

“I woke up under the kitchen table.”

3 kids: 1 Witch and 2 Devils approached his front door. The large black windows and lack of light on the porch loomed down at them. Their pillow cases were tight in their hands.

Inside, as he sat on the couch trying to piece it all together, he felt something strange in his stomach. And then a familiar terror, something in his gut. And that’s when he realized it. “THERE WAS SOMETHING IN THAT WATER!!”

The 3 kids stopped short, their mouths open, milliseconds away from calling “trick or treat!” They fled from the dark house and the horrors that awaited them inside.

Inside, he lay on his back, passed out on his couch, seconds after shooting upwards and suddenly losing strength and thought, until all that was left was a black nothingness and he fell back down onto the couch. Nothing but a black nothingness. A black nothingness and that feeling in his gut.

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You feel a bit nervous as you head to your washroom. You hear kids yelling “Trick or Treat!” outside but you ignore them.

You look at yourself in the washroom mirror, feeling giddy and strange, and you hear a strange buzzing noise in your ears. It’s constant and unceasing. Like running water. You look down to see the tap is on, and you and your mom’s toothbrushes are lying in the sink. You put your hands under the cold water. Orange and black paint run down the drain.

“Trick or treat!” again from outside.

You shut off the tap and head for your room.

The night wind is blowing the curtains in, making a subtle whistling noise. You close the window, shutting yourself off from the ghastly fun going on all around the neighborhood. You sit on your bed, with your back resting on the head rest, staring at yourself in your mirror. You look exhausted.

An image flashed in your mind. A rustic door frame, surrounded by darkness and itself surrounding an image that was green, white, yellow, orange and brown and constantly moving. You smile at your reflection.

You then freeze as you notice something out of the corner of your eye. A face. You look over to your right to see it, waiting for you on your pillow. White, emotionless, void of features. You put it on and look at yourself in the mirror. You look down at your rock hard cock. You still had orange and black paint on it from earlier. It had dropped onto your toes too. And the bottom of your right foot, as you could see in your mirror, had the black leftover from the top of your accelerator and brake, and little dirty strands of hay littered your bed around your feet.

You stroke your cock as you look at yourself in the mirror. Your black eyes, emotionless, driven, blank. Looking less like a human, and more like a…

… a shape.

You tilt your head to the side.

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Epilogue

Two big brown asses sitting out in the cold, surrounded by the pitch-black night. Illuminated only by the circumference of light propped up by two white candles, each protruding from one’s asshole. The two brown asses of two friends, sitting within two overlapping circles of visibility and warmth in a night without either. Hot candle wax spills from each, landing in the crevice between two butt cheeks.

The asses sit there. Brown cheeks, brown thighs, brown lower back, but no brown faces can be seen. A wolf howls in the night.

The wind blows, and the candles are snuffed out, leaving the illimitable blackness to swallow all.

Pokemon Go 2.0

She awoke to a curious sensation at the back of her throat. A pressure was forcing its way up her gullet, pulsing rhythmically as though repeatedly swallowing in reverse. Her eyes flicked open, only to squint closed again having met the harsh green light that seared the base of her vision. An unnatural grogginess burdened her return to consciousness and the heaviness of her body drained her energy. In the glowing green blindness, the woman attempted to assess her situation. 

At first she assumed she was choking, her gag reflex perhaps triggering in emergency; yet, she didn’t feel the acridness of asphyxiation in her chest. No, her breathing was unlabored but for the shock of awakening. To the contrary, as she took in the thin, metallic air of her surroundings, she was suddenly aware of how easily it entered her lungs, despite not registering any motion through her mouth or nose. 

Her heartbeat rose ever so slightly, ever so sharply.

The pendulous weight of her chest rose and fell with increasingly shallow breath. Indeed, as her faculties returned to her she noted the weight of her body and the unpleasant ergonomics of her arms and legs. The pressure in her throat subsided briefly with a tingle, shrinking into nothingness between her collarbones. The brisk chill of a sudden draft across her back and breasts and she knew she was naked: at odds with the warm bed sheets she had retired to that evening. The woman motioned to dispel the goosebumps forming across her arms and bosom, as well as preserve her modesty in that uncertain environment. 

Or she would have, were she able to move. The haze with which she awoke had all but faded by then, but the weight of her limbs was ominously unchanged. Immobilized, her heartbeat rose further while her muscles tensed and strained, confirming it was not a night terror or bout of sleep paralysis. In little time, she identified the supposed exhaustion beleaguering her arms and legs to be solid encasement. 

Her supple body squeezed against her restraints as the pressure returned, this time more vigorously. Her heart raced in double time as she discerned the pulsation now dominating and distending her gullet to be unequivocally foreign.
The pressure built into a pounding, each cycle creeping closer to her uvula. She willed her eyes open, desperately looking as far upwards and away into the darkness for any sign or signal as to the nature of her predicament. As she craned her head backward though, the object compressing her insides shot forward, far past her uvula and into the chamber of her mouth. She felt herself gag truly as vomit erupted from her body, but the taste of bile was lost before it reached her tongue. The object, notably fleshy and organically rigid, burgeoned across her tongue in its place and she found in it an unexpectedly familiar flavor. It was pressing up against her teeth now, the length of its girth following from the root of her distorted neck all the way to the cusp of her lips. The taste was unmistakable, but before she could place it, her body was rocked with another round of gagging and the unidentified appendage burst through her newly agape mouth.

She saw it rise into the lower arc of her vision as the scene changed, spinning about until coming to rest on even more green lights. Tears had not yet begun to well in her eyes when the image resolved to reveal the silhouette of her familiar bust, side by side with her moistening ass. It was a brief moment before the connection was made between the green disks sectioning her body in half, the disk around the stump of her neck, and that hellish green glow sharing origins with the cock protruding from her lips. 

There was no telling how long it would last, she knew. She considered her chances of fighting, of escape. Alas, it would be a grisly end if the power to the portals keeping her alive were to be cut. There was nothing to do but wait for her captor to finish. 

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Hackers

I was getting cold feet. Principal Anderson had been fired, just like his secretary had. Our science and math teachers likely to be next in the wake of the growing scandal. The computer records said it all; grades were being altered and someone was collecting big paychecks to keep it undercover. Sad fact was the last part was a lie. No pay-offs, just the record of payoffs made artificially by the real culprits, the seven smartest kids in class. We called ourselves The Cabal, largely because Peter Jenkins was a HUGE role-playing nerd.

At first it was fun getting free grades and quicky days off from class with no one the wiser, until Miss Shelton in the office did some digging into the system. Bobbi got rid of her by falsifying some dirty emails between her and the hunky quarterback. After that, there was no stopping us and pranks got grander and meaner.

I made a mistake in confiding in Tiffany how I felt. At first she tried to talk me down, but I was adamant I wanted out, “THERE IS NO WAY OUT.” she replied angrily. and I knew I was in deeper trouble.

I don’t know who slipped what into my drink one Friday but when I woke up i was tied up and gagged in a chair in Tiffany’s basement with The Cabal looming over me.

“What do you wanna do with her?” came the question.

“I think we just found our new scapegoat.” Eric replied with a grin<”Get her laptop, in about 3 hours i can have everyone in town convinced how Cheri her did it all by herself.”

The Cabal laughed, leaving me a helpless captive to destroy my life…

Dunny-on-the-Wold

Aside from a creaky old stone tower and few statues, there’s not much to recommend our tiny hamlet in the middle of nowhere, but we get by. Touring families and such like get sent to the proper Inn down the road a piece. But for single ladies and college brats backpacking and roughing it across country; blast, the inn’s booked solid and it’s too cold and damp a night for camping, why not spend a night or two at The Cheshire Cat ? The thoughts of a warm fluffy bed, a cozy fire and proper pint is all they need to convince them.

But the food and drink is drugged, and the new guests wake up bound and gagged quite tightly and well in their locked rooms– and we take them for EVERYTHING. Jewelry, traveler’s checks, cash, coin, cellphones (not that we get reception out here, but once properly scrubbed and reset, they sell very well) and ATM cards and credit cards.

Most single girls buckle at the thought of being kept trussed up like pigs by a bunch of strangers. But anyone fancy themselves a hero, or decides they can’t remember their PIN number, or tries to wait us out for help to arrive? We have a special room in cellar to “convince” them to cooperate.

When it’s all over, they've got just the clothes on their backs when we drive them blindfolded out into Moors miles away from town and leave them to their own devices.

Overtime
Flash Fic by Bice

“Izzy, go home.” Her boss Jaime said, stepping out of her office. “You have worked late every night this week, but tomorrow is the meeting, so we find out whether we nailed them down or not.” She tapped her chin, “You know what.. come in my office first.”

Izzy yawned, stretched out on her chair, and rubbed her eyes. She hadn’t even noticed how much time had passed. Jaime wasn’t lying, if they made this deal, quite a lot of people were going to make quite a lot of money. She stood up and her bones creaked from hours at her desk and stepped into her boss’s gorgeous office. Big open spaces, glossy wooden furniture. It felt homey and she found that when she was in meetings here, she always felt at ease.

Jaime was sitting back down at her desk, and Iz watched as she took a key from one drawer to unlock another, taking out a gorgeous crystal decanter and two glasses. “We’ve both earned this…” she said as she poured the two glasses.

Izzy thought about saying no, not wanting to be tipsy on the ride home, but it was such a genuine offer from a woman that was always so stiff, she felt it was just good business to sit down and sip.  

They raised their amber glasses and toasted their good work. Izzy was surprised at just how smooth it went down. “Oh my… that’s…” 

Jaime smiled, “That’s a hundred dollars a bottle. You’ve earned a drink, and if this goes through, a bonus.” 

Izzy beamed. She wasn’t sure whether Jaime ever noticed her. It seemed they barely spoke through anything but emails these days. Her tongue tingled with the liquor, “Why thahnk yowooo..” she blinked, straining to make words. She had one sip.. was it an allergy? “Thoo…nk…” she strained at her words.

“Oh my sweet thing. I love how you never remember…. you always treat this as your first glass…you always seem to need to convince yourself… and then I say ‘Remember Me’ and..

Izzy’s mind exploded in colors, strobes, spirals, curled around Jaime’s legs beneath the desk. Head, encased between her thighs. Spreadsheets that blinked words all day long. She was Jaime’s pet. She loved being Jaime’s pet. She slipped off her seat, pulling her skirt to reveal the skin above her thigh highs and the lack of panties. Had she known all day she wasn’t wearing underwear? She didn’t know… she only knew now that so much of her staying after hours was being where she belonged. So many nights, sipping her Mistress’s whiskey and hearing her words… so many perfect nights.

“Such a good office pet you are… now, let’s celebrate our way..”

Bendhur