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09-19-2010, 12:35 PM
Bob's senses are impaired by the empowering pussy that is grinding into his worthless face.
"Get in there.. deeper, come on, you worthless fuck."
Bob throws his hands up to try to push away the goddess hovering over him.
"Are you fucking serious?" asked Kim. "Do you really think you have even the slightest chance of escaping me?"
A muffled scream is the only response that she hears. He's been down there for a good ninety seconds now. A few more seconds pass, and his arms fall limp to his sides.
"Oh no, you're done when I say you're done."
With that, she begins slowly rocking herself back and forth on the face inside her, as it slides in further and further with every buck. She peers down at the awe inspiring sight, and without a second thought, she lets a long strand of spit land squarely on his forehead, seeing as that is the only area that's still visible.
"I hope you're still alive in there," whispered Kim.
She releases Ben's eyes, nose, and mouth, just long enough for the spit to work its way over his eyes and nose, before she works his face back in. Before she makes her seal airtight, a very quiet groan is heard from the depths of her twat.
"I thought I lost you.. you're very strong willed. You really must want to live."
With that, she pries herself off of his drenched face, once again.
She hauls back, and slaps him; he begins to stir.
"Please... don't... no more..."
He cautiously opens his eyes, and is greeted with the site of her gorgeous bottom. She reaches back, and spreads her cheeks as far as they can possibly be spread, and upon doing so, the stench he smelled before is back, as the remnants of her bowel movement are displayed in full. The smell is considerabely stronger up close, than it was from across the room.
"I told you, I'd make you clean me... TONGUE OUT!!"
"Listen, don't do this.. my brother's a cop!"
She slams her glorious ass back onto his face, and grinds it in deep. Shifting back and forth, his face eeks further and further into her shit clad ass.
"LICK!!"
She peels herself off, and reaches her hands back, spreading her ass, one more time.
He has no third option; either lick or get smothered to death. He extends his tongue, and begins lapping up her brown gold.
Fifteen minutes later, after she feels he did a good enough job, she demands some sensual ass kissing; he obliges.
After he carefully covers every inch of her well formed ass, she turns around and looks down at him.
He looks back up into her deep blue eyes.
"Your brother, Ben, tried to rape me. That's when I was given my powers.. that's how I finished him off."
Bob looks up into her eyes, and knows that any chance of an escape was out of the question.
His brother's fuck ups had been effecting him for years, but this was it. He knew he was going to die, and his brother was entirely to blame.
He keeps pondering these same thoughts over and over, as Kim spreads her sparkling clean ass, and gradually engulfs his face. He knows, that in some small way, he deserved this.
MOMENTS LATER
Kim dismounts, and walks back to her throne; Bob's lifeless body lay slumped against the wall. She takes a seat, and talks into her intercom.
"Tammy, will you come in here?"
Moments later, Tammy walks into the dimly lit room and looks at her Mistress.
Kim points to her crotch, and seconds later, Tammy's tongue is vigorously working it's way through the folds of her mistress. Kim starts quietly moaning over and over, while guiding Tammy's little head, further and further in. First her eyes, then her nose, then her mouth, then her ears. With one last grunt, she thrusts Tammy's head clear inside her.
An intense orgasm washes over Kim, as more and more of her fuck juice dribbles from her lips and down Tammy's neck. Loud slurps are heard from below as Kim works Tammy's head around as effectively as possible.
Kim had put a lot of time and effort into perfecting her powers, so much to the point that she could now bring at least an entire head inside her, without accidentally destroying the skull. It took several test subjects, but practise does make perfect.
A couple minutes later, with one loud, gurgling burp, and a great grunt of effort, Tammy is released; her head completely drenched, with hair sticking to her scalp, and Kim's fluids dribbling from her mouth and nose.
"Well done, Tammy. Well done, indeed."
Tammy looks back up towards Kim, with a beaming grin on her face.
"Thank you mistress!! Thank you so much!!"
"You're welcome.. AND because you've been good, you can use Jessica all you want for the next three days. Have fun!"
THREE WEEKS LATER
Drake walks into the police station, and is greeted by his fellow officers, before making his way to the elevator. He presses the 5 button, and moments later, he steps out onto the bustling floor. He walks past more of his colleagues, and reaches his office. Seconds later, he closes his door behind him, locks it, and takes a seat at his desk. He presses the button on his answering machine, and leans back in his chair.
Message 1
"Hi Drake. It's me, Jen.. I still haven't heard from Ben. I know you're doing everything you can, and I know you're busy, but please give me a call, I need someone to talk to. Thanks.. bye.
End of Messages
Drake reaches for the phone, but then stops. He wouldn't even know what to say to her. There'd been no sign of Ben in weeks. He had been patrolling the neighborhood where Ben disappeared, ever since he got the call from Jen. Every time he talked to her he just made her, and himself, more and more depressed; they were getting nowhere fast.
He stands up, and walks over to the window. He looks out over the city.
It's a very busy Monday morning, and everybody is trying to get to work on time.
Their lives must be so good if getting to work on time is the only thing that they have to worry about, he thinks to himself.
"Where the fuck are you, Ben?"
The phone on his desk rings, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin. He eyes the receiver for several moments, before picking it up and putting it to his ear.
"Hello, Officer Drake Mavis speaking."
"I need to report a domestic disturbance."
"What's the address, ma'am?"
"17 Jelton Avenue."
"Thank you ma'am, sit tight."
Drake exits his office, and hurriedly moves for the elevator at the other end of the floor.
"Debbie, hold my calls; I'll be back in an hour."
"Okie dokie, Mr. Mavis."
A SHORT WHILE LATER
Drake arrives at the address, and gets out of his car. The street is completely deserted, except for a small girl playing hop scotch a few houses down. He moves toward the front door of 17 Jelton, and goes to knock, when he sees the door has already been kicked in. He pushes open the broken door, and makes his way inside.
The lights in the house are all off, and the dark evening sky outside is impeding his vision even further. He reaches for his flashlight and goes to click it on, when a noise in the next room makes him spin around on the spot. A loud bang is heard coming from the next room; like some heavy object being dropped on the ground from a considerable height.
Drake peers into the next room, and sees that it's the kitchen. As he looks further into the room, his eyes adjust fully, and what he sees causes him to drop his flashlight.
The man in the kitchen, turns and fires his gun in Drake's direction. Drake drops to the ground and hides behind the kitchen table. The silhouette hovers over the table, and peers down to the right to look behind it.
No one there.
Drake jumps up from the left side of the table, and pulls the trigger. The bullet makes contact with the man's forehead, and he falls to the ground in a pile.
Drake quickly moves to the body, and reaches for the man's wallet.
Walter Avery
923 Kinstead Ave.
Drake stands up, and flips on the light switch. Cleaning products clutter the kitchen table; Avery was trying to cover up the crime scene. He ignores the cleaning products, and walks over to the body bag that Avery had been tossing around moments ago, and opens it up.
He almost vomits when he sees the busted up face of the young girl.
He stands up and leans against the chair to steady himself. He shuffles for his radio, and finds it.
"I need all units at 17 Jelton Avenue."
MEANWHILE
"Tammy, get in here!"
Moments later, Tammy runs into the room.
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Don't question what I'm about to tell you. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"You are a very loyal servent, Tammy."
Kim pauses for a moment.
"However, I need five more loyal servents immediately, and I need you to train them to be just as loyal as you are to me."
Tammy has a confused look on her face.
"Do we have a problem, Tammy?"
"No, Mistress!!"
"I will tell you all the details when the time is right. All I can tell you is I've been doing a lot of research in my study, and I know that now is the time to take my skills to the next level."
Tammy stares at Kim with a look of utter bewilderment strewn across her face.
The room falls silent.
"There's a war coming, Tammy."
"A war?" replied Tammy.
A low rumbling fart is heard, followed by a silenced, horrified scream.
Kim seems more relaxed now, as she grinds her naked ass into Jessica's face.
"That's where Jessica was hiding.. I was looking for her for a half hour," exclaimed Tammy.
"It's 8:00 PM, her feeding time," replied Kim, as she wiggled herself in excitement a top Jessica's pretty face.
"Now where was I? Yes, a war."
"How do you know?" asked Tammy.
Kim picked up the remote, and turned on the television. Avery's image appeared on the screen, with the words, MURDERER APPREHENDED AND KILLED!! above the picture.
"That's how," exclaimed Kim.
Jessica's mouth momentarily finds freedom from underneath Kim's muff, before it is forcefully mashed back under there.
"Get in there.. deeper, come on, you worthless fuck."
Bob throws his hands up to try to push away the goddess hovering over him.
"Are you fucking serious?" asked Kim. "Do you really think you have even the slightest chance of escaping me?"
A muffled scream is the only response that she hears. He's been down there for a good ninety seconds now. A few more seconds pass, and his arms fall limp to his sides.
"Oh no, you're done when I say you're done."
With that, she begins slowly rocking herself back and forth on the face inside her, as it slides in further and further with every buck. She peers down at the awe inspiring sight, and without a second thought, she lets a long strand of spit land squarely on his forehead, seeing as that is the only area that's still visible.
"I hope you're still alive in there," whispered Kim.
She releases Ben's eyes, nose, and mouth, just long enough for the spit to work its way over his eyes and nose, before she works his face back in. Before she makes her seal airtight, a very quiet groan is heard from the depths of her twat.
"I thought I lost you.. you're very strong willed. You really must want to live."
With that, she pries herself off of his drenched face, once again.
She hauls back, and slaps him; he begins to stir.
"Please... don't... no more..."
He cautiously opens his eyes, and is greeted with the site of her gorgeous bottom. She reaches back, and spreads her cheeks as far as they can possibly be spread, and upon doing so, the stench he smelled before is back, as the remnants of her bowel movement are displayed in full. The smell is considerabely stronger up close, than it was from across the room.
"I told you, I'd make you clean me... TONGUE OUT!!"
"Listen, don't do this.. my brother's a cop!"
She slams her glorious ass back onto his face, and grinds it in deep. Shifting back and forth, his face eeks further and further into her shit clad ass.
"LICK!!"
She peels herself off, and reaches her hands back, spreading her ass, one more time.
He has no third option; either lick or get smothered to death. He extends his tongue, and begins lapping up her brown gold.
Fifteen minutes later, after she feels he did a good enough job, she demands some sensual ass kissing; he obliges.
After he carefully covers every inch of her well formed ass, she turns around and looks down at him.
He looks back up into her deep blue eyes.
"Your brother, Ben, tried to rape me. That's when I was given my powers.. that's how I finished him off."
Bob looks up into her eyes, and knows that any chance of an escape was out of the question.
His brother's fuck ups had been effecting him for years, but this was it. He knew he was going to die, and his brother was entirely to blame.
He keeps pondering these same thoughts over and over, as Kim spreads her sparkling clean ass, and gradually engulfs his face. He knows, that in some small way, he deserved this.
MOMENTS LATER
Kim dismounts, and walks back to her throne; Bob's lifeless body lay slumped against the wall. She takes a seat, and talks into her intercom.
"Tammy, will you come in here?"
Moments later, Tammy walks into the dimly lit room and looks at her Mistress.
Kim points to her crotch, and seconds later, Tammy's tongue is vigorously working it's way through the folds of her mistress. Kim starts quietly moaning over and over, while guiding Tammy's little head, further and further in. First her eyes, then her nose, then her mouth, then her ears. With one last grunt, she thrusts Tammy's head clear inside her.
An intense orgasm washes over Kim, as more and more of her fuck juice dribbles from her lips and down Tammy's neck. Loud slurps are heard from below as Kim works Tammy's head around as effectively as possible.
Kim had put a lot of time and effort into perfecting her powers, so much to the point that she could now bring at least an entire head inside her, without accidentally destroying the skull. It took several test subjects, but practise does make perfect.
A couple minutes later, with one loud, gurgling burp, and a great grunt of effort, Tammy is released; her head completely drenched, with hair sticking to her scalp, and Kim's fluids dribbling from her mouth and nose.
"Well done, Tammy. Well done, indeed."
Tammy looks back up towards Kim, with a beaming grin on her face.
"Thank you mistress!! Thank you so much!!"
"You're welcome.. AND because you've been good, you can use Jessica all you want for the next three days. Have fun!"
THREE WEEKS LATER
Drake walks into the police station, and is greeted by his fellow officers, before making his way to the elevator. He presses the 5 button, and moments later, he steps out onto the bustling floor. He walks past more of his colleagues, and reaches his office. Seconds later, he closes his door behind him, locks it, and takes a seat at his desk. He presses the button on his answering machine, and leans back in his chair.
Message 1
"Hi Drake. It's me, Jen.. I still haven't heard from Ben. I know you're doing everything you can, and I know you're busy, but please give me a call, I need someone to talk to. Thanks.. bye.
End of Messages
Drake reaches for the phone, but then stops. He wouldn't even know what to say to her. There'd been no sign of Ben in weeks. He had been patrolling the neighborhood where Ben disappeared, ever since he got the call from Jen. Every time he talked to her he just made her, and himself, more and more depressed; they were getting nowhere fast.
He stands up, and walks over to the window. He looks out over the city.
It's a very busy Monday morning, and everybody is trying to get to work on time.
Their lives must be so good if getting to work on time is the only thing that they have to worry about, he thinks to himself.
"Where the fuck are you, Ben?"
The phone on his desk rings, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin. He eyes the receiver for several moments, before picking it up and putting it to his ear.
"Hello, Officer Drake Mavis speaking."
"I need to report a domestic disturbance."
"What's the address, ma'am?"
"17 Jelton Avenue."
"Thank you ma'am, sit tight."
Drake exits his office, and hurriedly moves for the elevator at the other end of the floor.
"Debbie, hold my calls; I'll be back in an hour."
"Okie dokie, Mr. Mavis."
A SHORT WHILE LATER
Drake arrives at the address, and gets out of his car. The street is completely deserted, except for a small girl playing hop scotch a few houses down. He moves toward the front door of 17 Jelton, and goes to knock, when he sees the door has already been kicked in. He pushes open the broken door, and makes his way inside.
The lights in the house are all off, and the dark evening sky outside is impeding his vision even further. He reaches for his flashlight and goes to click it on, when a noise in the next room makes him spin around on the spot. A loud bang is heard coming from the next room; like some heavy object being dropped on the ground from a considerable height.
Drake peers into the next room, and sees that it's the kitchen. As he looks further into the room, his eyes adjust fully, and what he sees causes him to drop his flashlight.
The man in the kitchen, turns and fires his gun in Drake's direction. Drake drops to the ground and hides behind the kitchen table. The silhouette hovers over the table, and peers down to the right to look behind it.
No one there.
Drake jumps up from the left side of the table, and pulls the trigger. The bullet makes contact with the man's forehead, and he falls to the ground in a pile.
Drake quickly moves to the body, and reaches for the man's wallet.
Walter Avery
923 Kinstead Ave.
Drake stands up, and flips on the light switch. Cleaning products clutter the kitchen table; Avery was trying to cover up the crime scene. He ignores the cleaning products, and walks over to the body bag that Avery had been tossing around moments ago, and opens it up.
He almost vomits when he sees the busted up face of the young girl.
He stands up and leans against the chair to steady himself. He shuffles for his radio, and finds it.
"I need all units at 17 Jelton Avenue."
MEANWHILE
"Tammy, get in here!"
Moments later, Tammy runs into the room.
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Don't question what I'm about to tell you. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"You are a very loyal servent, Tammy."
Kim pauses for a moment.
"However, I need five more loyal servents immediately, and I need you to train them to be just as loyal as you are to me."
Tammy has a confused look on her face.
"Do we have a problem, Tammy?"
"No, Mistress!!"
"I will tell you all the details when the time is right. All I can tell you is I've been doing a lot of research in my study, and I know that now is the time to take my skills to the next level."
Tammy stares at Kim with a look of utter bewilderment strewn across her face.
The room falls silent.
"There's a war coming, Tammy."
"A war?" replied Tammy.
A low rumbling fart is heard, followed by a silenced, horrified scream.
Kim seems more relaxed now, as she grinds her naked ass into Jessica's face.
"That's where Jessica was hiding.. I was looking for her for a half hour," exclaimed Tammy.
"It's 8:00 PM, her feeding time," replied Kim, as she wiggled herself in excitement a top Jessica's pretty face.
"Now where was I? Yes, a war."
"How do you know?" asked Tammy.
Kim picked up the remote, and turned on the television. Avery's image appeared on the screen, with the words, MURDERER APPREHENDED AND KILLED!! above the picture.
"That's how," exclaimed Kim.
Jessica's mouth momentarily finds freedom from underneath Kim's muff, before it is forcefully mashed back under there.