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Fantasm

Insomniac Father

Harold stumbled down the hall at 3 in the morning with sleep consuming his mind. His wife had gone to bed early with him that night, both falling asleep quickly after a long day’s hard work. For hours, he had tossed and turned until he, finally, woke up in a sweat. For months he had been having horrible dreams about him doing naughty– even evil– things to his daughter, causing his marriage to suffer and his physical well-being to deteriorate. He had not told the woman who he had been married to for over 25 years, since he had been 20, that he was having such dreams. How would he have the guts to tell her that he favored his daughter over her?
As he zigzagged down the hall, Harold found himself at the door of his daughter’s room. His daughter, Lauryn, had left the door ajar so a sliver of light fell into her room. Harold’s throat closed and dried as he found himself debating on whether to open her door and watch her sleep or to go back to his bed with his failing marriage.
Gulping down his fear, Harold lost his inhibitions and push the door open slowly. Light fell upon Lauryn’s back, her shoulders bare from the thin tank top that she wore to bed every night. Her brown hair flowered out onto her white pillowcase, the strands fanning out around her neck and shoulders. The soft pink sheets and throw blanket fell softly over her petite frame, complimenting her full hips. The blinds had been drawn shut earlier that evening to their second story home. Staring at the luscious curve of his daughter’s sixteen-year-old hips, Harold felt himself getting aroused. He had had a number of dreams the past months that had started out in this way and his body was beginning to react to the familiarity of the situation. As an instinct, his feet carried him to his Lauryn’s bedside. His roving eyes looked past his hairy chest and bloated belly to the young, vivacious body that laid before him, Harold felt his cock growing harder. Careful not to make her wake up, Harold released his cock and began to pump his fist up and down the thick length, his breath turning sporadic as he watched his daughter sleep.
Lauryn slept softly as her father jacked off to her sleeping form, his mind replaying the dreams of her bouncing on top of him with his dick inside her hot pussy after he had eaten her sweet pussy out. Harold sighed in pleasure as he fisted his cock faster. His eyes rolled to the back of his head while his eyelids fluttered closed as he imagined himself violating his daughter.
After a few minutes Harold slowed to a stop, letting his boxers fall to the beige carpet under his feet. He stepped closer to the bed and saw the curve of his daughter’s breast. Not being able to stop himself, his right hand reached out to play with the slightly darkened circle that he figured to be Lauryn’s nipple. Harold’s pink tongue wetted his lips as he thought about moving her shirt so that he could circle her nipple while he sucked and bit the other one to illicit moans from her young mouth. His left hand idly stroked his throbbing dick as he gently began to pinch and circle his daughter’s nipple. When he saw that his playing had brought her nipple to make a visibly small tent under her shirt, he moaned lightly and went back to circling the hard bud with more vigor. In her sleep, Lauryn had begun to move, her body telling her that something was making her little pussy feel wet and horny: that the rest of her body needed to respond. A soft moan escaped from her lips as she rustled beneath the sheets.
Her movements caused her father to cast his eyes down her side to the lovely ass that he had been staring at earlier. Flashes of him pounding into her butt as he smacked her cheeks raw while he slid the covers down with his left hand. His eyes latched onto the skimpy shorts his daughter had worn to bed that night, the shape of her pubic hair standing out against the white fabric stretching around her pussy.
At the sight of her shorts, Harold had squeezed Lauryn’s tit and caused her to wake. “Dad?! What are you–” she began, but her father cut her off by slapping a hand across her mouth. Lauryn looked up at her father in fright: a fear of what he might do to her and a fear of what he had been doing to her.
“Shh, little princess,” he chimed quietly so his sleeping wife down the hall wouldn’t be awakened. With his left hand taped to his daughter’s mouth, Harold took his right hand and continued to massage her breasts, occasionally teasing and squeezing her hardening nipples. Although juices began to collect in her pussy, Lauryn started to panic. Her breaths were short and gasped as let tears well in her eyes. “Don’t worry baby,” Harold said, his hands roughly pulling down her shirt, “your daddy won’t hurt you.”
Suddenly, Harold look around the room. He found a scarf on his daughter’s writing desk and smiled. Reaching for the cloth without letting freeing his daughter’s mouth, Harold grabbed it with urgency. Once in hand, her father proceeded to tie it around Lauryn’s mouth. Now there was no way that she would be making any noise to wake his sleeping wife.
Tears started pouring from Lauryn’s eyes as she realized what her father wanted to do with her. She feared the pain she knew was about to come. That fear increased as her father picked a belt from her closet and whipped her across the face and stomach with it. After a few whips of the belt, Harold tied her hands together above her head and to the bedpost bars.
Lauryn kicked her feet nervously as a last ditch attempt–she felt frightened beyond belief, tears flowing like rivers down the sides of her face. This earned her a hard slap across both cheeks. “You stop fucking moving you little bitch,” he swore to her menacingly. When he saw that her legs were still wriggling around, Harold went and duct taped her feet to the other end of the bed.
Bending over his daughter, he went back to fondling his daughter freely. Without hesitation, Harold took his daughter’s nipple into his mouth and suckled like a baby would to its mother. Flicking and circling his tongue around his daughter’s hardening nipples brought Harold’s cock back to his attention. The pain forced him to stop feasting on her delicious nipples and stuff his throbbing member between her tits. Moving his hips back and forth, Harold titty-fucked his daughter. “Mmm baby,” he moaned happily. Soon, he moved away from her chest and down between his daughter’s legs.
Lauryn started to cry harder– now was the moment she had been dreading. Her body had betrayed her and she had grown hard nipples from her daddy sucking on them and her pussy had gathered a considerable amount of moisture from it as well. Though it was no where near enough to make it a comfortable slip in for her father, she knew that it wouldn’t stop him. Her tears dried up. She had no more in her to cry, her body had stopped producing them.
Meanwhile her father gazed at his daughter’s tight, young pussy. He moaned at the glisten he saw within her folds and kept stroking his dick absentmindedly. Harold knew that Lauryn had been turned on, but not enough for him not to hurt her. If he hadn’t wanted to taste that delicious looking pussy, he would have just said “fuck it” and proceeded to plunge his cock into his baby girl. His fingers separated Lauryn’s pussy lips; he felt his dick throb when he saw the small hole he was set on entering. Keeping her lips opened to his gaze, Harold knelt down and stroked his tongue around the hole before dipping inside. The sweet taste of such a young pussy caused him to moan into her cunt and tongue her hole with anticipation. As he buried his tongue in his daughter, one of his fingers stretched up enough to rub her clit slowly. Gradually, her father sped up his fingers.
Despite Lauryn’s disgust, she couldn’t stop her pussy from enjoying the treatment. Her vaginal began to stir around her father’s searching tongue. The longer his tongue played inside her as his fingers rubbed her clit, the wetter she became. She tried to force herself not to have an orgasm for her father, but not five minutes of trying did she have a painful moan muffled by her scarf.
Harold, pleased with having his face covered in his daughter’s cum, sat back on his legs with a smirk on his face. He licked his lips with his slithering tongue gathering up the juices. Wasting no more time, Harold told hold of his hard, throbbing cock and guided it into his baby girl’s pussy. All he could do was pump away as he moaned in complete ecstasy.
Even though she had had an orgasm, Lauryn felt so violated and distraught that her pussy juices and dried up. The lack of natural lubrication made her pussy burn, causing a new wave of tears to roll down her face. This went unnoticed by her father as he ravaged her pussy. Harold kept pounding in and out of her as she cried helplessly.
Her father felt his balls boil with a hot load and instinctively grabbed underneath her to get to her ass cheeks. He took a cheek in each hand as he jack-hammered his massive cock into her tiny, abused pussy. Without giving a warning or attempting to loosen her hole, Harold shoved his finger into Lauryn’s ass and kept it in time with his hammering. He began to pant and gasp his daughter’s name with his eyes closed, listening to the sound of his balls slapping against her bare ass. The slapping noises helped him push deeper inside her ass and he knew he was there.
“Oooooooooooooooh,” Harold cried out as his cock exploded with spurt after spurt of hot cum inside his teenage daughter. Lauryn felt nothing as her body had forced her to black out.
After Harold had finished coming inside his daughter, he pulled out and pulled his boxers back on. Being dressed, the caring father looked at his tied up daughter and smiled. He had single-handedly made his daughter come hard, in his mind, more than once. He took his time untieing her from the bed and gently kissed the bruises that they had caused. One last time, he looked at his daughter’s tear-stricken face and smiled with happiness.
Harold made his way back to his room with a spring in his step and got back into bed with his wife knowing that he would not have any more dreams about his daughter. And if he did…well, he knew where she lived.

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Fantasm

Draft Dodger

Jessica is drafted by the meat agentcy and then runs away where she then finds herself on a dairy farm.

Fantasm

Left Over’s

Jessica and her family run away from the Meat Agency of Dolcett upon reciveing her conversion notice, will she keep her appointment with the spit anyway?, or survive?.

Fantasm

my secret life

on the outside i am a housewife and mother, but when no one is around i am a cock hungry slave…just a normal day for me

Fantasm

The Selection

The Selection
Story: #11
Copyright ©2005
Written: January 04 2005
A story By: KaosAngel &
Anonymous friend
Proofed by: PiasaBird2004
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Jessica stood on the corner of the downtown street thinking “Damn why did I have to be the one to be laid off, what am I going to do?, I was there for five years that bitch Heather should have been the one laid off!”. She waited impatiently for the light to change her thoughts were on the job she had just lost and what she was going to do about all of her bills.
She crossed the street and was unaware of the man watching her cross the street with great interest, at 5’1, 110lbs, blonde hair and sky blue eyes, 20 years of age she had a natural beauty about her, even the women took a second look. She was wearing denims that fit her every curve and looked like she poured herself into them, her train of thought was derailed when the man who had been watching her said “Excuse me young lady, I am with the state Alternative meat authority May I see your registration card?” Jessica froze and replied “I don’t have it with me sir” the man now looking at her with concern, “but I do know the number, it is 230871-A” she said again nervously.
He pulled out a hand held computer and then punched in the numbers looked up and said Jessica Swanson? Her answer was “correct”. He smiled at her and said “well, Jessica it seems that all of your inspections are current, all of your counseling sessions have been met and you are in good physical shape”
Jessica sighed with relief as she had always tried to meet the obligation that had been given to her as an Alternative Meat Female since she turned of age at 18 and was extremely proud of her Prime Stock rating by the USDA.
The man once again looked up at her “However although you are current it is an automatic strike against your record, I am required to take you to the nearest processing facility, you will have to explain to the judge why you don’t have your ID card with you, Place your hands behind your back please” Jessica offered no resistance to his request, a white van pulled up and she was helped inside along with several other girls about the same age, the seats were comfortable and the other girls were friendly and talking amongst them selves.
The van merged onto the freeway and about 10 minutes later it turned off and on to several side streets and into a large parking lot the only sign outside the large off white building said “PRFPC”, One by one the girls were helped from the van and into a hall way The sign read
“All arriving females will report to Section #3”
She felt her hands being freed and the man “please come this way Jessica” he asked pointing in the direction of a long hallway. She followed him down the hallway past restricted area signs on both sides they turned right though a large set of doors into a room where a judge was sitting looked up and said “Miss Swanson? Jessica nodded positively “You are here for a simple infraction of your contract with the state, what is you explanation?”.
Jessica felt a series of cold chills run up and down her spine and swallowed hard “I have none Your Honor, I left all my ID’s at home today” He looked at the man who brought her in “At least she is honest” looked back to Jessica “Ok Jessica here is what I am going to do I will order that you be given a full pelvic inspection if every thing is in order you will be sent home, however if everything is not in order, I will be very hard on you.
Jessica followed the man down to the examining area and a female assistant told her “remove all of your clothing, then get up on the table, put your feet in the stirrups and relax” she felt her warm fingers slide into her then spread her open, and said “Hmmm ok you can sit up now, took her blood pressure told her to get dressed, after she dressed she followed the man back to the judges court room.
The judge smiled at Jessica and said “Young lady all of your tests have come back, I fine you $2000.00 Jessica choked and said “Please your honor, I just lost my job and haven’t had a chance to find another is there some other way?” looking at the judge pleadingly “As a matter of fact there is, You have one of the highest rating of any meat girl I have ever seen, you have kept yourself clean and out of trouble, I am in need of a fresh clean young girl to replace one of my assistants who is on the slaughter line, as we speak, would you like to take the test?” he asked Jessica looked up to him and without a second thought said “yes”.
They went down the hall through the door with a sign that said “Restricted Area Authorized Personnel Only!” Thru a door into a huge brightly lit room at one end girls stripped of their clothing, hands tied behind their backs waited for their turn on the over head moving chain Jessica shuddered at the sight as she knew that one day she would suffer the same fate as the girls she was watching, she followed the judge towards the head of the line when he said “Jessica put this apron on and come with me” at the front of the line was a man cutting the throats of each girl as they stopped in front of him once her throat was cut she was moved onto the next step each one tried to scream but the only thing that was heard was “uummpgghghh” as their life’s blood spurted from the smooth deep cut in the neck.
“Ok Jessica you are going to have a choice you can cut this young meat girl’s throat or you can be on line in 15 minutes with another girl that will cut yours, your choice!” Jessica took the knife and quickly slit the young girls throat she was surprised how quickly the knife went through her and stopped when it hit the spine the girl struggled but with her head pulled back it was no match for the cruelly sharp knife as it sliced through her neck and cutting every thing it touched she watched as her body jumped and shook as she spewed blood from the open wound in her neck after she bleed out she was still twitching as she was moved to the next stage.
Jessica was in shock at what she had done but she was also excited and wet the judge said “good your fine is paid in full and you will be trained as a female processor your contract will be for 90 days at the end of 30 days if your supervisor agrees you will become a processor if not you will be placed on the Prime meat cow list, sold and custom butchered to the highest bidder”
The next 90 days passed quickly and she could not get used to the idea of slaughtering women like her self she hung up her apron and tools “I wonder where I will be Monday when I come into work, standing here?, of hanging up there?” she thought as she looked up toward the line of meat cow’s still hanging upside down from there ankles, waiting to be slaughtered.
The week end passed quickly, Jessica was tied up in traffic knowing she was going to be late she called in and told her line supervisor, he told her to be in the superintendents office when she got to the processing plant. Traffic thinned out and Jessica got off the bus and hurried to the admin office where she was greeted by the executive director and the superintendent in charge of processing.
They told her to sit down and the executive director said “Jessica you have totally and completely failed your probation, I am revoking your contract, you will be sent to the slaughtering line” Jessica was stunned “No way I fulfilled my contract and I am out of here, fuck you both” she yelled at the top of her lungs as she tried to stand, before she could get out of the chair she was lifted up and her hands were cuffed behind her back and taken down the hall to the room she had been working last Friday and the same line of upside down hanging meat girls she had been working on.
She felt her shoes, shirt and denim clothes being stripped from her body and heard herself screaming “let me go, you bustards!!!” Jessica was told to sit down on the belt and a set of ankle cuffs were placed on both of her ankles, she knew to struggle was useless her legs were forced apart and chains were attached to the meat gimbaled her crotch hurt from her legs being spread further than normal she could hear the whine of a small winch and was quickly lifted into her final position.
She was placed on the line in front of one of the meat girls that have still been on the line since friday waiting to be slaughtered, she had about the same height and weight, Jessica was about the 15th girl in line the line moved quickly and soon it would be her turn to be put to the knife. she felt a set of hands steady her as she moved towards her final end as she got closer she could see a light haired girl start to struggle and fight her bonds the line stopped and she heard the girl try to scream but all that could be heard was “UGHMMMPH” and her blood started to flow from the deep wound in her throat, the pulsing motions of her final dance.
The line moved forward again and Jessica stared at her cutter, “get it over with” she told him “not just yet” he replied, she was then taken over to the other side and lowered down to where just her legs were in the air her he grabbed her and rammed his big cock into her tight little cunt and raped her for what seemed for hours “I bought your ass with my own money, I will get to you in about an hour”. two attendants came over and cleaned her up but left her in position.
He came back, the winch lifted her back into position, “let me go you son of a bitch!” She screamed at him, “John let her go!” he yelled to a fellow processor who just came in to work, “Why!” replied John, “Because this bitch demanded it” He snickered “shut up bitch” came his next response, she felt herself being lifted higher, he grabbed her by the hair, “you fucking cunt bitch you cut my sister and she wasn’t even on the list you just cut those girls without checking numbers she was supposed to be your assistant” he whispered into her ear, he released her head “Now cunt it’s your turn to die!” he snapped her head back by her hair, she felt her skin on her neck tighten up she struggled against her bonds but it was a futile attempt.
Reaching back he picked up the long thin bladed knife and stuck it behind the left side of her jaw the pain was horrible as the blade slit her throat, she tried to scream but like all the others meat girls all that was heard was a “UHGMMMPH!” She felt her warm blood choking her and every thing was turning from light to dark she felt her body starting to jerk uncontrollably then a stinging burning pain from her cunt to her breast she heard her guts slopping into a container then felt cold water washing her out the processor cut her head off and her still quivering body moved down a separate line through a semi clear plastic curtain into the cooling room.
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Fantasm

A Gift to a Vampire

Nigel heard the sound of footsteps cross the threshold of his home, since that fateful night when he became this creature he learned many valuable tricks from his love Lian. One of which he enjoyed most of all was leaving his house unlocked after the sunset, amazing how many people wandered into his home thinking they could steal something from it. When really there was a monster lurking inside ready to steal from them. Following the sound of the steps he heard them stop in the lounge, an ideal place for any thief. With the walls covered with paintings from across vast dimensions, and family trinkets that littered the shelves. It was indeed a greedy mans paradise. Waiting in the shadows of the open doorway to the room, Nigel watched the stranger for a moment. Though something different about this one. He didn’t even look once at the things in the room, instead he stripped his upper garments off his body. He was a black man about Nigel’s height and build. Nigel watched him with intriguing thoughts floating through his head, he never had thought of men in a sexual way before. But there was something different about his man, he seemed submissive and shy. Obviously nervous about being in Nigel’s home. Very interesting to Nigel’s eyes as he watched him strip his t-shirt off and then slowly pull the leather belt out of the loops around his waist. Watching him as he slipped the belt around his neck to tighten it snug against the deep brown color of his skin. This man must be one of Lian’s, possibly he was waiting for her arrival.
Nigel stepped from the shadows after he saw him get comfortable, his movement quick as he was brought instantly across the room to stand next to the mortal who was now sitting himself on the sofa. The startling speed at which he moved caused the black man to sit up more on the sofa, his eyes looked up at the godlike creature in front of him. After the sudden fear washed away he had an adoring, almost longing and loving look in his eyes. Nigel wondered what was going through this humans mind, he must of known what Nigel was but for the first time he actually witnessed a mortal that might just anticipate the bite and piercing cut of his fangs. Looking the man over as he sat in front of him, his light blue eyes trailed over his deep skin. Caressing his gaze over his chest and down to his groin where he witnessed the bulge of arousal starting to press against his pants. His eyes darted back to his victims eyes, starring intently into them as his hand reached out and touched at the leather belt around his neck. “What’s your name?” Nigel spoke softly, seeing the mortals eyes drift closed for a moment before he licked his dry lips and spoke in a soft timid voice. “Anthony.” Nigel smirked softly, his fingers stroking against the belt as they rounded softly to trace his cold fingertips on his flesh next to the leather. He heard Anthony sigh a moan of enjoyment at his touch and then his head tilted to fall against the open palm of Nigels outstretched hand. Again Nigel spoke, “Does Lian make you where this?” he questioned about the belt around Anthony’s neck. The mortal nodded and reached to grip the strap of belt that hung down in front of his chest, yanking softly at it and pulling tight against his flesh. His eyes looking up into the vampires seductively, “Please.. feed. I would love it dearly master..” Anthony’s head tilted, offering his neck to the vampire before him.
Nigel pulled his hand away at the display that was put in front of him, partially disgusted by what was said. He did enjoy the hunt, a fight in his victims. And here this human easily just handed himself over like fresh meat. Everything he loved about Lian, a part of him disliked the fact she did this to humans. Making them almost servants to her lust and needs. Plus thoughts burned in his mind what exactly went on between these two when he wasn’t around, what else was she capable of when he wasn’t looking. “Tell Lian I’m pleased by her offer.. but I just can not do what she demands on me.” Nigel looked down in the dark strangers eyes for a moment, something about feeding upon a man was new to him and he wasn’t sure if he could be in that kind of embrace with the same sex. Nigel peeled his eyes off of him as he went to turn away, his head turning as he looked to somewhere else in the room.. “Please don’t call me master.. just put some clothes on and I’ll show you out.”
Before Nigel could get a foot away, Anthony reached out and grabbed the hem of Nigels pants. Gripping the fabric and dripping his fingertips under the garments. His eyes now searching out Nigels as he slipped from the sofa and moved to his knees in front of the vampire. His other hand slid up the front of his body, caressing his firm muscles under his clothing as he reached out to Nigel’s face. Nigel froze feeling Anthony grab him caused a little bit of anger to rise within him, about to knock the mortal away. Thats when he smelled it, when his senses took in what laid on his skin. The scent was strong, it plagued Nigel and almost as quickly as he had decided to leave he suddenly wanted that scent to cover every bit of his body. His immortal loins twitched, aching and wanting.. lusting now for the smell of Lian that now covered every inch of this mortals fleshy skin. Nigel groaned and Anthony smiled since he knew just what he was lusting for, he was cleaver and his eyes fluttered in a light excitement in his control over the beast. Anthony spoke softly with his seduction, “I know you can smell it, that addictive perfume that now covers every inch of my body.” Had it been so long since he had touched Lian that such a simple smell could push him over the edge like it did. He looked down at the hand on the collar of his shirt before glancing to Anthony as he sat before him. Nigel couldn’t help but smirk slightly, such a cleaver human just undid him with a simple touch. And he was right, he could smell what covered his entire body. Making him want to devour all of Anthony, maybe just so he could have a taste of Lian again.
Anthony’s hand at his pants, pulled at the fabric. The garments so thin, so delicate Anthony practically wanting to tear them from his body. His fingers tracing out the arousal he felt growing, he knew the smell of her worked. He could feel it, there was no denying it now. “Close your eyes master..” Anthony still watching until he saw his eyes slip closed, his hand moving into his pants. Tracing out his thickness and length, the unknowing of what he would uncover took his mind. From what he felt so far caused his mouth to water, his heart to thump a bit faster and his own cock to harden. Unclasping his trousers, his body kneeling to the floor before Nigel, pulling the semi-hard cock from his pants. He stroked him as he lifted the growing heavy meat to his wet tongue to lick up the underside of him before his lips wrapped around the pink pearly head of his prick.
The touches he placed on him and the smell that lingered Nigel soon was hit with visions of her. His cock grew stiff as the thought of her hands touching him. It was difficult to keep his eyes closed, but with each touch on his skin he enjoyed the images that came over him as well as the feelings. His wet mouth, lips and tongue toy with him. Nigel let out a small gasp of pleasure, his lips uttering his enjoyment.. “..oh do continue..” Anthony pulled his lips off Nigel as he heard his words, a smile glancing his dark lips before he slid his wet mouth up an down the gorgeous length in front of him. The thoughts of this cock taking Anthony, it over took him as he pulled the head into his mouth again. His lips clasped tightly around him, his tongue quivered and he sucked eager at him. Taking him deeper with every stroke and dip of his head. His other hand lowered from Nigel’s chest, his fingers pulling at the fabric of his clothes before he gripped onto the base of his white meat. Anthony moaned as he felt the head hit the back of his throat, the saliva welling up and dripped off his lips. Wanting more he tried to take it all and the images that flooded his mind caused his loins to throb, his own cock begging for release from his tightening pants. Slicking and wetting the muscle with his mouth as his fingers massaged and stroked what he couldn’t reach. His hand moved to his own pants, undoing the zip and letting his own arousal spill forth. Running his hand back and forth in slow motions down his own cock, the wants inside of him caused the precum to boil from the head of his cock.. his body squirming slightly at how much he wanted what played out in his mind causing him to moan deep again on Nigel.
Nigel could feel his hunger growing, with every movement of Anthony’s mouth he felt how long it had been since his last taste of blood. With his eyes closed it didn’t help, feeling his fangs extending behind his lips. Heightening his senses even more, the images, thoughts and memories of Lian driving him crazy. To the point he forced his eyes open, even though he was looking down at a man, Nigel didn’t see the same sex he just saw an object to fixate his pleasure out upon. Moving his hands from his sides he stroked the pads of his fingers over Anthony’s bald black head, feasting his eyes on Anthony, watching him stroke his own cock. The sight of his flesh swelling with blood, and Anthony’s cock easily out-sizing him made Nigel nip the back of his lip. Never had he witnessed flesh like his before, curiosity burning inside of him wanting to know what a beast like that would feel like. His hand moved to the belt at Tonys neck, hooking his fingers under it as he pulled on it. His other hand pressing against his cheek as he pulled Tony’s mouth off his cock and shoved his body back on to the sofa behind him. Nigel was hungry, and if they wanted to continue he’d need something more from Anthony. Reaching to Tony’s pants he yanked them off his legs before he crouched between his open thighs. The towering black meat in front of him distracted him momentarily before he stroked his lips up Anthony’s inner thigh. Tasting and feeling with his tongue, searching out the strong pulsing vein there. Anthony’s blood pouring through his body sent him over the edge as his fangs pierced the skin, the gush of crimson liquid filled his mouth. A river of blood trickled over his chin as he took a small yet greedy amount from Anthony.
A gasp of pleasure and slight pain came from Anthony as Nigel buried his fangs into his skin. The sound of his moans turned Nigel on more and more, and so did the blood that flooded out over his tongue and down his throat. Anthony groaned behind his closed lips, his hand still on his cock he gripped the hard prick. Rubbing his hand back and forth, causing the skin to pull over the swollen head and back down again. “.. yes master.. feed.. god I want it..” Anthony gasped as he felt the burning pierce of his fangs through his flesh. The intense pleasure ran through Anthony, his legs shook slightly at the first shock of the pain. His eyes rolled back into his head, his hand stroked himself faster and more fluid as his other reached down and gripping his sack. Rubbing and messaging his balls, all doing it for Nigel as he watched him feast between his open legs. Anthony felt his bare ass roll against the cushion of the sofa before his hips tensed with his orgasm. Anthony enjoyed the blood letting so much it always got him off easily, usually Lian waited until the last minute to bite him. But he loved the fact Nigel buried down between his legs, never had he been bit there and he loved it even more. The orgasm coursed through him as he moaned out loud and his thick cum spewed from his cock.
But Nigel had other plans when he witnessed Anthony cum, his thick white cum beading over his black muscle caused Nigel to moan softly against the bite. The warm white liquid hitting him in the face made him flinch before pulling away. Reaching to his face he collected the cum off his skin with the tip of his finger, never tasting another man before. But if his blood was as good as it was, his cum had to taste even better. Sucking the liquid from his fingertips, it mingled within his blood stained mouth causing him to smile. It tasted salty and blended with the metallic flavor of his victims blood. Reaching out he wrapped his fingertips around the belt that dangled down Anthony’s chest and pulled him into a sitting position so his face would come closer to his now. “Did I give you permission to cum Anthony? Hmm? No I think not..”
Anthony loved being treated like a piece of shit, just a piece of meat for someone to do whatever they pleased to. When Nigel yanked at the belt pulling him closer he couldn’t help but moan, the deep tones of his voice begging Nigel to do more. Hearing his accusing question, he shook his head. His head turning away as he glanced off in shame for defying his master. Anthony moaned breathlessly, “I couldn’t help myself.. you sure know how to please me master..”
Nigel’s other hand gripped Anthony’s wrist that was stroking his black cock. Pulling the cum soaked digits off his black cock he moved them to start lathering it all over Nigel’s dick. Nigels arousal large now filling with Anthonys blood. Like a good little slave and slut, Anthony stroked his hand up and down him. Now feeling what good his blood had done, slipping the slimy slick cum all over Nigel. As Tony touched him, Nigel moaned his pleasure against the side of his face and then reached down between them and wrapped his fingertips around Anthony’s thick monster. Rubbing his hand over his sensitive skin. His thumb toying with his orgasm a bit, rolling the pad of his thumb under the head as he watched Anthonys reactions to him touching him in such a way. Anthony felt Nigel touch his cock he groaned, his body twitching and writhing as those fingers touched the sensitive skin. His hips jumping as he felt everything. Such a soft lustful moment of two men stroking each others cocks. The physical and emotional image that burned into their minds only ignited their passion further, wanting and hungering to devour each other.
Nigel glanced down and he saw more cum drip out on his white fingers, collecting up the cum on his digits he lifted his fingers to Anthonys mouth. Letting him suck his own cum off his skin. Watching as he excepted his fingers, taking them into his dark wet mouth sucking on them. Tasting himself as well as his master’s skin again, causing him to rub and stroke his cock faster. Nigel smiled.. “I’m so sorry to do this to you.. but I can’t let that happen again. From this moment on Anthony you won’t cum unless I tell you.” His hand that held the belt yank roughly on it, his voice turning stern “Understand?” Hearing him as he yanked on the leather Anthony gasped, “..yes I will.. I promise I will master..” Not exactly sure how he would be able to control his orgasms like he wanted him to, he would try to, but deep down he feared he’d fail the request.
Pulling away Nigel stood to remove the rest of his garments. Knocking Anthony’s hand off his cock he had him turn to face away from him, positioning him over the armrest of the sofa. Taking his place behind him, he stroked the white flesh between the dark cheeks of his ass before he pushed the swollen head in the tight hole. Anthony lifted his ass as he awaited for the fuck to begin. Anthony bit his lip as he felt his cock penetrate him, the first pain as it split his tight asshole open. His body clenched and his wet mouth moaned, reaching back he pulled at the cheek of his ass. Spreading himself for Nigel, wanting all of the slimy dirty prick he eagerly ground his hips back. Pushing all of himself on to him, “fuck that ass good Master.. Fuck It Rough.. oh god punish it Master..” Anthony moaned as he bit his lip a bit harder.
His cock so hard now it pierced through Anthony, widening his tight fuck hole until he hit his hilt. Nigel let him push his hips back on him as he enjoyed watching his back. Seeing the lean muscles tense under his beautiful skin. Hearing his words Nigel reached up and wrapped his long white fingers around the belt. Anthony lifted his hand to the belt at his neck when he felt him grab a hold of it. His fingers digging around it, he liked that it was choking him but he tried to release the pressure. Feeling the leather and hard metal clasp digging into his flesh. Though it wasn’t as painful as the pain of Nigel’s cock fucking him causing him to pull away some, but slowly it grew better.. slowly it felt good and his hips soon pushed back against him to feel his body clash against his own.
His hips pulling back and kicking forward as Nigels cock tore through him. His ass throbbing around him causing his speed on him to increase, feeling his balls smacking against him adding to the moans of pleasure that filled the room. Nigel pulled on the belt a little more as he bent over his back. Pressing the side of his face against Anthony, sucking and pulling on the back of his ear with his lips as the fucking continued to violate him over and over. Being so close to his neck he could hear the loud pump of his blood running through him, driving him insane and making him want to taste him again. “You will do as you promise Anthony.” Nigels words coursed through Anthony’s mind, his mouth uttered his moans and gasps of pleasure.
Nigel smirked, before he kissed his lips down to his shoulder, scratching his fangs against him before plunging them into his dark skin. The rough fucking upset his hold on him, causing him to bite him multiply before he could latch on to a good feeding. More blood coursing through him, making him swoon and ache. Feeling his fangs slicing through him again, he squirmed. His hips rocked hard against Nigel, his eyes closed as he knew he would cum now. He could feel his balls swell with the cum again. Nigel nawed him, his teeth puncturing him over and over again. Each worse upon him then the last one, his back arched as he wanted the release. But he was going to hold true to his master’s wish, he wasn’t going to cum until he was told to.
Pulling his fangs out of him, his tongue licking at the wound. Collecting up any drop he left behind. Nigel backed off Anthony, letting his fingers release the belt as he leaned back and continued to delve himself repeatedly into him. Nigel knew he was close to cumming himself, he could feel the tingles of his orgasm creeping over his shoulders. His thrusts into Anthony becoming ragged and unpredictable. Finally he spoke to give him his release, “I’m gonna fill this ass with my seed Anthony.. oh yes, You can cum for me now.” Before he could even finish his statement, Nigel felt his orgasm break free and his hot jizz erupting into Anthony’s tight ass. Underneath him he heard Anthony groan and give into his own climax. His knees bulking from the pleasure, and his sweat covered body collapsed softly on to his new lovers back. Both exhausted he heard Anthony speak, “Thank you master.” Nigel laughed softly at the fact he was still calling him master, though after this night he definitely could get use to it.
Pulling his dick out of him, he was still semi-hard from the pulsing new blood through his veins. Though in this eye opening experience, Nigel looked at Anthony in a new way. Softly he had him turn over, and before he knew what he was doing he was placing his mouth on Tony’s softening cock. His mouth wet and rimming with saliva from the oncome of the best sex he had ever had, easily he swallowed his cock into his mouth. Sucking and massaging his lips up and down his thick length, his mouth drawing out all the cum. He heard Anthony moaning softly and his hands slipping through his short blond waves of hair. Nigel glanced up, pulling his mouth from his prick he smiled to him. “I think I could get use to this.. your taste is so addictive.”
“OH Really!?” A female voice exclaimed from the other side of the room. Both Anthony and Nigel glanced over to see Lian standing there. She must of been watching them the whole, or possibly walked in during. Oddly, even though Lian was Nigel’s mistress he found himself suddenly protective over Anthony. Though embarrassment still rose to his cheeks, not knowing what to say exactly to his love Lian. Tony reached out and gripped Nigel behind his neck, bringing their lips together in a kiss. A moan was muffled as Nigel exclaimed his surprise, yet he liked the feel of his lips meshing against his causing the moan to be one of pleasure too. “Don’t listen to her, it was her plan from the start.. she’s just trying to scare you. Happy Birthday Nigel.” Anthony spoke with a hint of teasing at Nigel’s mouth.

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Eleven

ELEVEN
  Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or ideas for Doctor Who.(You guys have asked for a longer story, so here it is! This isn’t a continuation of my Beach story though. ^^; 
This is a Doctor Who fanfic (Amy/The Doctor). I don’t do het stuff, sorry! Anyway, for those of you who don’t watch the most recent DW, I’ll try and explain as much as possible. Also; there’s quite a bit of actual storyline in the beginning. So if you’re too impatient for that then skip to the sexytime.)
 
Amy crossed her arms, looking sullenly at the TARDIS console. It was early; she knew, even if she couldn’t look outside its indescribably blue doors. The Doctor would be sleeping.
It seemed like the first time, she mused, that she’d woken before him. The Doctor always seemed to be awake, always watching. He refused to admit it, but Amy knew that sometimes he even watched her sleep. 
As she took another step to sit down on one of the two chairs in the control room, the TARDIS suddenly lurched forward. Amy was thrown against the console, knocking levers out of place and pressing some multicolored buttons. 
 
 The time machine began making loud sounds that 
resembled a cat yowling – also while spewing ketchup onto the floor. Alarmed, Amy pressed more buttons and pulled levers. Nothing was working. Steam exploded from somewhere behind her. 
“Amy Pond! What’ve you done this time?!” The Doctor scolded as he sprinted into the room. The Time Lord must have been doing something before he came in. A smear of grime was on one cheek. His dark hair was plastered across his forehead, and his sleeves were pulled up at his elbows. But of course, his bowtie was perfectly in place; it always was.
  He spared one exasperated look at her, then got to work. Amy stepped back and watch him run around the console, murmuring to the TARDIS under his breath and resetting the buttons lovingly.
Lovingly. The one thing he rarely showed to Amy.  
She sighed, brushing her fiery red hair behind an ear as she prepared an apology. 
“Sorry. Something happened – I fell,” she said, her words sharp with her Scottish accent. It sounded stupid as she said it. The Doctor looked at her, a small smile on his face. 
“Don’t worry, Pond. You haven’t done too much damage.. this time.” 
She rolled her eyes, but was glad that he had improved in mood. He turned back to the console and flipped a switch. Amy watched his pale, long hands. She knew his touch was as light and gentle as a feather. Sometimes she wanted to hold his hand, and forget the rest of the world was there.
 But she could see the world. And many more worlds, and galaxies, and wonders in his eyes. Such old, knowing eyes. 
The Doctor brought her thoughts back. “So Pond. When you said ‘something happened’, what did you mean?” He asked, pausing briefly to rest his elbows on the console and gaze casually at her. 
 “The TARDIS just sort of .. y’know. Lurched forward. I think it landed.” 
She figeted with the edge of her red sweater. The Doctor nodded.
“Ah! She landed! Let’s see where she’s taken us this time,” he lept from the console platform to the blue doors and threw them open. 
The countryside had rolling green hills dotted with cows and goats grazing on the grass. Wheat swayed in the wind in the field across from them. It was a cloudless, beautiful, perfect day for exploring. For once, Amy wished that they wouldn’t encounter an alien during this trip. No invasion, no kidnapper/attackers. Just quality time with the Doctor. Alone time.
 The corner of her mouth quirked into a smile.
“Ahh, the country! It reminds me of that time in Scotland!” The Doctor called out as if the cows could hear him. 
Amy looked at him oddly. He hesitated. 
“Nevermind. Forget I said that. Anyway – enjoy the fresh air!” The Doctor inhaled then coughed. “Forget I said that also. It smells like .. horse manure.. Gallifreyan sewers. Ha.” 
They stepped outside and looked around. The Doctor pulled on his tweed jacket, and closed the TARDIS doors. On the outside, it looked like a mere police call box (albeit a striking blue). In reality, it was a time machine. It could be described as “bigger on the inside”.
And the Doctor was a Time Lord. In short: he’s a Gallifreyan, a (pretty much extinct) species of time travelers who look like humans. Or humans look like them. Whatever.
 But there are some differences. Like they have two hearts. Or, instead of dying, they simply regenerate – the same person, with a new face, body, and personality. This was the Doctor’s eleventh regeneration. So the Doctor was around 900 years old, though he looked twenty or so. 
  One day Amy would grow too old for him and he’d move on. That was what she feared, anyway.
“Pond, pay attention.” The Doctor’s voice called her back down to earth. Amy turned around.
“Sorry, what?”
“I SAID we’re in medieval England. Back in the feudal times, where you lot had lords and whatnot. Ooh, and the churches! Let’s go meet some priests!” 
— (three hours later)
“And that’s how I talked giant eyeball prison wardens to leave earth, taking the deadly “Prisoner 0″ off of Earth forever. Oh, and don’t even get me STARTED on the Weeping Angels.” The Doctor nodded in self-satisfaction. 
 The peasant man just stared. “Wha? I’m ‘fraid I don’t understand, sir.. you wanted the directions to what now?” 
“Something interesting,” the Doctor grinned, twirling his sonic screwdriver nonchalantly in his fingers. 
“And safe. You know; maybe some sight-seeing!” Amy cut in. She wanted to do something other than having to fight for her life. 
Of course, the shabby man looked at them like they were from another planet (and technically they were). After a long while he spoke. “Well you see, there’s been a sorta.. disturbance ’round the town. Some people go there and don’t come back! That’ll be pretty interest’n.” He smiled toothily at them. 
“That doesn’t sound exactly scenic..” Amy muttered, but the Doctor rubbed his hands together. 
“Excellent! Now where would we find such a place?” 
The man simply pointed behind the Doctor. In the distance, shadowed from the face of the afternoon sun, was an enormous mansion. Amy wondered how they could have possibly missed that when they first looked around. 
 It would’ve been impossible. Then again, if the Doctor was to be involved, then of course something was going to be impossible.
—(30 minutes later)
Amy tugged on the Doctor’s sleeve. 
“I really don’t want to go in there. You know, those times when you know something’s wrong? I’m getting that feeling right now,” she pleaded. The Doctor turned to look at her. He gave one shake of his head and returned to gazing up at the front of the building. 
Even though it was bright and sunny outside, the house was like the ugly scar of the beautiful country. The grass around it was dead, and the trees brittle and bare. It was definitely a mansion- well-decorated on the outside. It just gave off an impressive (albeit eerie) vibe. 
“Let’s go in,” the Doctor said. Amy began to protest again, but the Doctor had already lept up the stairs and went up to the enormous double-doors. He knocked cheerfully once she stepped up to him. 
  Of course, nothing answered. He took out his sonic and pointed it at the door. The click of the lock inside signaled the Time Lord, and he pushed the two doors open. 
“Woah.” 
That basically summed it up. The house, though dreary on the outside, looked well-kept and lively on the inside. 
“Don’t touch anything.” The Doctor warned her, like a parent leading a child into an antique shop. He propped the doors open while she ventured inside.
The entire main room was about two livingrooms wide. The floor was black and white checkered marble, with red velvet carpets crisscrossing over the area. A fireplace crackled in the corner to their left. A grand staircase led to the upper floors directly in front of them. 
 The furniture looked modern (for the medieval ages). A red plushy couch sat in front of the fireplace. Busts of royalty appeared every now and then. There was a grand piano, too, in the far corner.
“Fascinating,” said the Doctor as he examined everything carefully, “not a speck of dust on ..anything. Do you suppose there’s a caretaker of some sort?” 
Amy didn’t answer his question. She studied a red vase filled with white lilies. The Doctor glanced at her.
“Remember not to touch anything.” 
“I won’t! I didn’t forget the first time,” Amy retorted. She dropped her hand to go move closer to the Doctor. When she moved forward, she knocked down the pedestal that the vase rested on. It tumbled over and shattered. 
The Doctor spun around, grabbed Amy’s arms, and moved her behind him. He eyed the vase with his sonic primed and ready to go. 
“Amy, I thought I told you..” 
“Sorry!” She squeaked. “Sorry, sorry.” 
Something clunked at the top of the stairs. Amy and the Doctor both looked up. There was a greenish, faint aura that seemed to linger there. 
“That’s .. not a ghost, right Doctor? Doctor?” She asked, starting to get panicky. The Doctor heard her heartbeat begin to speed up.
He raised his sonic and pointed it at the aura, then checked its readings. 
“No, not a ghost. It’s rather like the embodiment of an-”
Amy screamed. The aura sped down the stairs and straight at them – and it passed right through the Doctor. She jumped back, terrified, as the Doctor doubled over. A greenish color swirled about him before dissipating. 
“Doctor?” Amy asked tentatively. The Doctor turned around to face her. She sighed in relief. Nothing seemed to be wrong with him physically. “I think we should leave now. Before something else happens.” 
“No. Let’s stay. I want to explore the rest of the house.”
  The Doctor said this robotically, and spoke in monotone. 
“What? No! Are you okay?” 
Amy began to sense that there was indeed something wrong with the Doctor. He stared at her, then slowly began to move forward, towards her.
“I’ve been alone for so long in this house. So long, Amy.” 
The doors swung shut. Amy backed away. 
“So long without a woman’s touch. The feel of her skin..” 
“Doctor,” she warned lowly. For every step she retreated, he moved forward. “Don’t do this. Fight it.” 
The Doctor just smiled, slowly. There was an agonizing silence,  and then lunged for her.
Amy tried to dash for the side, but he was too quick. He pinned her against a mahogany wall, with her arms up above her. She screamed and fought. But whatever was controlling the Doctor was far too strong. He leaned against her chest and silenced her with a rough kiss to her lips. She could feel him up against her. His erection against her crotch. 
 “Why do you fight me? Isn’t  this what you’ve always wanted?” The Doctor purred. “I know. You’ve been fantasizing about it.” 
 She continued to twist and struggle, but his words were true. Even as he said them, her resistance fell and she began to put more passion into the kisses. When he released her wrists she wrapped them around his waist.
The kisses were intoxicating. She didn’t notice when he slipped off her sweater, pulled away her clothes to reveal her in her black-laced bra and panties. They were a stark contrast to her pale skin.
  He began to undress, too. He threw his jacket aside, undid his suspenders and unbuttoned his shirt. They continued to kiss fiercely, while moving towards the couch. They fell upon the red cushion, with Amy lying on the bottom. It took no time before the Doctor was feeling her breasts and then caring tenderly over them. 
“I .. I need..” She barely panted. She tried to express just how badly she wanted him, but he was going to torture her and take his time. 
 The Doctor did one final kiss and then began to nibble at her ear, causing her to cry out in pleasure. He moved to her neck, then kissed her collarbone. He brushed his lips against each breast in turn, and then trailed soft kisses down her belly, then to her thighs.
 He very slowly pulled her panties down her legs, hunger in his eyes when he saw they were soaking. 
 He put his head between her legs and began to very softly lick up the juices between her thighs. He played with her clit while he did this. Amy was breathless and was struggling not to buck against him. 
“Doctor! Now! Please,” she whimpered, spreading her legs wide for him. The Doctor stepped out of his underwear, revealing his rock hard (and throbbing) cock. He swept forward and with one stroke buried himself in her. She gasped and then moaned. He pulled out so that the tip of his cock was just inside her – then thrust back in again.
 The Doctor put on hand om her hip, and one on her breast, and moved slowly in and out. 
Amy felt amazing, and she was nearly on the brink of orgasm. She felt like wet, wonderful velvet. Everything about her drove the 
Time Lord absolutely mad.
The Doctor was now having trouble staying quiet and he began to grunt with each thrust in her.
He began to go hard, but slow, ramming his full length into her with each time. Amy reached with one hand down to her clit and began to pleasure herself in time with his thrusts. 
 After a short while of this, the Doctor began to go faster. She cried out in surprise at the sudden increase of speed. 
He swiftly changed positions so he was directly above her, and began to fuck her just as quickly as before. She took her hands and ran them through his hair, then grasped his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin.
This, combined with the amazing heat and pressure he felt against him, finally drove him into climax. He exploded inside her – and sent ropes of cum into her. Almost instantly after, she orgasmed as well. Her pussy tightened around him and her own cum mixed with his. 
As he pulled his limp cock out of her and collapsed, exhausted, onto the couch, sperm gushed out of her. Amy sighed and laid her arms back. Finally, after what she’d longed for for so long, it had happened.
Sure, it took some ghost-mind-influencing. But she went with the “doesn’t matter, had awesome Time-Lord sex” thought. 
  
The Doctor fell asleep rather quickly. Amy didn’t blame him – he had been controlled by a freaky aura. She put one of the silky blankets over him, then admired the smooth contours of his face. She’d never really noticed it before, but his skin was nearly flawless. He was warm, too, whereas the rest of the room was rather chilly. 
 She sighed once, contentedly. Amy was far too tired to try and find a place to clean herself up at the moment. She returned to the warm cushions, curled up around a pillow, and fell effortlessly into sleep.
—(later)—
 Amy opened her eyes. It was warm, and comfy. She snuggled with the blankets and adjusted her sleeping position. 
   Strange. She had so much room on this couch to stretch. 
Then she realized she was on her bed, in the TARDIS. Her confusion turned to disappointment. 
 She wasn’t in the creepy-medieval-mansion anymore. The Doctor wasn’t curled up sleepily across from her. 
She sighed. It had just been another crazy fantasy that her brain had concocted for her. She climbed out of her cozy bed, rubbing her eyes, and shuffled into the TARDIS console room.
“Good morning, Amelia.” 
The Doctor’s voice came from somewhere below her. Since the console room’s floor was transparent, she peered down to the niche where the Doctor worked on the TARDIS’s technical features. He rested on a hammock, laying before the impossibly difficult machinery that was the TARDIS. 
 “Morning,” she returned casually. He tossed a piece of smoking metal below the hammock. Other mechanical items were strewn about there as well. 
“Still sore from yesterday?” He asked as if he were asking about the weather. 
“What?” Her heart fluttered in hope.
“Don’t tell me you forgot. You were so excited you practically ripped my pants off,” the Doctor said sarcastically. 
“That really happened? The- the ghost and the sex? All of it?” She came down the stairs to peer at the doctor quizzically. The Time Lord merely glanced at her, and smiled. 
 “Go and make yourself some breakfast, Pond. I’ll take you somewhere fun today,” he promised. Amy’s face lit up and she rushed off.
 The Doctor sighed, amused. She may have not remembered, but he remembered every detail. The sweat on her pale skin, the shine of pleasure in her eye.  Amy had wanted that for so long. Oh, he knew. He knew the whole time. He’d been wanting that as well.
 He especially liked to watch while she was sleeping. Her expression was so peaceful. Of course, he’d had almost an hour to observe, because he carried her back to the TARDIS. 
Because she’d been asleep she might have questions. Like if she snored or something silly. But maybe she’d ask if he was still possessed. And .. he might have to .. stretch the truth about that.. 
The Doctor slid off of the hammock and brushed the hair out of his face. The “ghost” wasn’t actually a ghost, it was a sort of bioluminescent buglike creature called a “Clarus creatura” that liked to linger around old human buildings. They ate dust motes, which was why the mansion was spotless. 
And they didn’t actually possess people. The Doctor smiled and prepared to go up and meet her for breakfast.
 He had been in control the whole time. 
But … Amy didn’t need to know that.

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The Cheerleader Roast – Part 4 of 4

The Cheerleader Roast
Story: #10
Copyright ©2005
Written: January 3 2005
A story By: KaosAngel
Proofed By: PiasaBird2004
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Part 4 of 4 – The Survivors
After the brutal and senseless slaughter of Jessica, Stacey, Lina, Sophie and Sara the football team was now totally tired out and could be found lying on the ground or table where ever they were standing or sitting when they collapsed from partying too much. One guy was even lying inside the barbeque pit, but it was quite cold now.
The bones of 3 innocent young cheerleaders now litter the ground, Sophie’s body still dangling from the tree limb she was hung from, Sara’s body still nailed to the trunk of that old oak tree, blood everywhere. Molly and Samantha the last 2 members of the cheerleading squad, still lying in the dirt, tied and cant move, playing for a miracle.
There prayers were answered as swarms of lights could be seen and sirens wailed in the distance getting closer, hearing the oncoming noise James woke up as did the rest of the football team knowing exactly what was coming for them James and his friend began filling there cars and trucks in an attempt to escape, completely surrounded there was no escape to be had.
Looking up toward the man approaching them Molly and Samantha breath a sigh of relief, they were saved. Looking down to the dirt covered young girl lying in front of him “I am agent Smith the director of the state female alternative meat program, I am here to help” picking the bound helpless girl from the ground Smith then began cutting the girls free of there bindings, throwing a warm blanket over each and helping them in to the back of his van to rest.
Safe in the back of Smith’s van the young former cheerleaders for the first time this long cold night fell asleep in each others arms, arriving at there destination neither one of the young girls would have expected to wake up and find themselves at the gates to the state female alternative meat processing plant, looking up on top of the big gate as they passed Molly and Samantha could see the large sign “State Alternative Meat Processing Plant, Girl-Cow delivery entrance” both girl’s look at each other they knew that no girl ever leaves this plant except as steaks.
Inside the plant the van cam to a stop, the doors opened to reveal agent Smith who was not alone several armed guards were at his side, “this way girl’s time to get you cleaned up for processing” he said with a smile as he pointed to a door that had a sign above it “Clean Room” entering the clean room Molly and Samantha saw other girl-cow’s waiting to be cleaned up and sent to processing.
Upon reaching the center of the room both Molly and Samantha were grabbed by assistants who then cleaned every inch of there meaty body’s and pushed them toward a set of double doors the sign above read “Binding Room” entering the room the girl’s could see many other girl-cow’s standing in rows with there hands bound tight behind there back’s, Molly tried to ask the assistant in this room “why are we being tied again?” the only answer given was a bright red ball gag shoved in to her mouth, her arms were then pulled tight behind her back and hands tight at the wrist, the same was done to Samantha and then they were sent on there way though the next set of double door’s. Above these doors the sign read “Grading Room”.
Upon entering the room, once again girl’s could be seen standing in rows as state meat inspectors inspected them and graded them according to age, height, weight and condition, when it was finally Molly and Samantha’s turn to be graded the inspected walked over and grabbed Molly hard forcing her to bend over causing her pussy to be revealed from behind, with a gloved hand he began sticking his fingers into Molly’s pussy judging thickness and quality of her cunt steak, the same was done to Samantha, after writing all their information on his clipboard Molly and Samantha were lead to another set of double doors sigh above read “Orientation Room”.
Entering the room agent Smith came over and guided Molly and Samantha to two empty seat’s and sat them down, removed the ball gag’s and began to speak “ok girl’s your almost ready this is the last stop before processing, any question’s?” he asked as he sat on a chair in front of them “ya I have one, why the hell have you brought us here, its not our time to be processed” she asked waiting for his answer. Looking in to her eye’s “true, but when you were held, tied up and lying in the dirt while your friend’s were slaughtered illegally you meat ratings changed” looking to the clipboard “from your original rating of grade A, 4 star prime, to grade B choice, which is still good but this rating change force’s us to process you now instead of the normal, lottery”.
Hearing this Molly stood “ohh so because of a pack of asshole’s your telling us we have to become dog food!!” a guard quickly runs over and forces Molly back into her seat “not exactly, your meat wont be used for dog food, grade B is still a good grade, you will be butchered up here in little less then half an hour and sent to meat markets all over the country, your meat will be lying in supermarket meat displays by morning” he replied, “I don’t understand sir, why?, we have done nothing wrong!” Samantha asked from tear soaked eyes.
Standing up, “I know and it is unfair but the state alternative meat regulations say any rating change from grade A’s are to be processed immediately, my hands are tied tighter then yours are right now, I am very sorry” he said as he began to walk toward a door with a sigh above it reading “Visitor’s Room, Balcony Level” just before opening this door he turns “if it makes you feel any better your family’s are here in the visitor’s room to watch your slaughter” he could see that somehow this did not make them feel any better and left the room.
Molly and Samantha were then lead to a set of double door’s across from the visitor’s room door the sign read “Slaughter House” entering the room the girl’s were horrified at what they saw, of course they had seen lots of processing center’s when they had attended high school field trips, but they had never allowed the students to go this deep inside, this close to the hanging meat-cow’s that could no longer be called human, walking toward the center of the room there feet turning red from the blood soaked floor, blood droplets falling onto them from the over head decapitated side’s of meat on there way to the cooling room.
Looking up toward the balcony level both girls could see there mom’s hugging the glass crying shouting things like “NO, please! NO” at the center of the room the girls could see the large guillotine that would soon cut off bother their heads to add there lifeless body’s to the row of hanging overhead side’s of meat. After reaching the guillotine Samantha began to cry, she was taken first and her head placed in the block, she tried to struggle but couldn’t free herself she began begging anyone who would listen not to kill her “Please don’t do this to me!!” she yelled a young man knelt down beside her began to talk to her “No on here care’s about you we are just doing our job’s, your just another nameless girl-cow to be slaughtered to us, now hold still this will only sting for a second” he said as he released the rope that allowed the blade to fall quickly cutting her head from her body.
Molly screamed and then fainted as the young man placed a sharp hook into each of Samantha’s feet and punched the button that slowly pulled her up to join the rest of the slaughtered girl-cows, not bothering to wake Molly up the young man picked her up and placed her head in the block of the guillotine “you sleep its better this way” he whispered in to her ear as he once again released the rope that caused the blade to fall quickly cutting off her head as fast as it had cut off Samantha’s, like before he took a sharp hook and placed one in each of Molly’s feet and pushed the button that placed her lifeless, headless body along side the others right behind her friend, as they both moved toward a large window with a sigh above it “Cooling Room”.
The next day, “Under article 14 of the state alternative meat program law’s, the 9 of you standing here are charged with 5 count’s of illegal appropriation and process of state registered girl-cow’s, how do you pled?” the judge spoke looking down from high above them. “With the overwhelming amount of evidence, my clients have no choice but to plead guilty your honor” the public defender answered while standing before the judge.
Picking up his gavel, the judge then said “I sentence you all to the maximum of 10 years per count in the state maximum security prison, I further order every state registered girl-cow in each of your family’s to report to the state’s alternative meat processing plant for processing no later then noon tomorrow” he said as he slammed the gavel down and the 9 defendants were taken away.
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Chris dropped his keys on the table by the entrance and closed the door behind me. I jumped a little at the click of the dead bolt sliding home. I have to admit amidst the excitement I was a little nervous, too. Actually meeting someone I’d only talked to online was something I’d never done before.
He took my backpack from from me and let it fall to the floor. Taking my hand he led me into the comfortably furnished living room. I wasn’t really interested in my surrounding, though. The man in front of me held all my attention.
He pulled me into his arms and leaned down to capture my lips with his. His kiss when he’d met me at the airport had been friendly, almost platonic, but this kiss stole my breath. It was fierce and predatory, demanding and hungry. HIs hands on my ass molded me to his body.
“Undress,” he said breaking the kiss and stepping back to watch me.
I pulled the white, silk jersey knit tee shirt off over my head and let it slip from my fingers. Chewing on my lower lip I reached behind me and unhooked my lace bra and slid the straps down my arms letting it fall onto the floor. His gaze riveted on my full, round breasts with their pertly upturned nipples.
His breathing quickened a little as he reached out to pinch the erect, pink buds. He twisted them hard then cupped my breasts in his hands squeezing the firm mounds as he pressed them together. A low moan escaped my lips.
He stepped back again and ran one finger down to the waistband of my hip hugging jeans. My hands followed his and I worked the buttons on the fly. I pushed the distressed denim down over my hips and then my legs. I stepped out of my shoes and leaned down to pull my jeans the rest of the way off. I straightened up and hooked my thumbs in the elastic waist of the pink lace panties that matched my discarded bra. I slid them down to my knees and wiggled till they fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them and stood naked before him.
“Put your hands behind your neck,” he ordered me.
I obeyed, pressing my shoulders down and back to thrust my full breasts toward him. He ran his appreciative eyes over my body. The corner of my lips turned up as I kept my eyes on the growing bulge in the front of his jeans. Putting myself on display for him was having the same effect on me. I could feel the wetness between my thighs.
“Turn around,” he said.
I turned slowly till my back was to him.
“Spread your legs,” he said and I complied. “Bend over and grab the back of your ankles.”
I bent down, my head between my knees, my hands wrapped around the backs of my ankles. Chris stepped up behind me and slid his fingers between my labia. I shuddered with pleasure when he stroked my clit a few times before pushing his fingers into my dripping cunt.
“MMMmmmmmm,” I moaned as he twisted his hand back and forth as he caressed the walls of my vagina.
He withdrew his fingers from my pussy and trailed them up to circle the tight pucker of my anus. I bit my lip as he pressed firmly and pushed two fingers into my ass thrusting them in as deep and hard as he could. I nearly lost my balance and had to catch myself with one hand on the floor in front of me.
He pulled his fingers out and gave me one stinging slap on the firm globe of my left ass cheek. I stood up and turned to face him. Without saying a word, he held his fingers to my lips. My eyes locked with his, I opened my mouth to lick and suck the fingers he had used to fuck my ass.
Pulling his clean fingers out of my mouth, he cupped my face between his hands and leaned down to kiss me. I tugged the hem of his shirt from his waistband and slowly unbuttoned it, running my hands up over his chest and then down his abdomen. He caught my wandering hands in his and raised them to his lips.
Sitting down on the sofa, he pushed the coffee table back with one foot. “Come here,” he said, his voice a little husky.
I moved to stand in front of him and he let his legs fall open. Dropping to my knees I ran my hands up and down his inner thighs. He leaned back to watch me through heavily lidded eyes, as my hands glided to the button on his jeans. I unzipped them and he lifted his hips allowing me to pull them down along with his shorts. I sat back on my heels and removed his shoes before pulling his jeans the rest of the way off.
His cock stood proudly from the profusion of dark curls at its base. I stroked the hard, thick shaft reveling in the feel of his velvety soft skin beneath my palm. I pushed the tip of my tongue into his piss hole and scooped the pearly drop of pre-cum out then took the soft mushroom shaped head of his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue over and around it before I sucked him all the way into my mouth.
I don’t have much of a gag reflex left because of an adolescent bout of bulimia and I easily took all of him, extending my tongue to lick his balls while the head of his cock pressed into my throat. His body jerked, his hands closing around the back of my head as I began to move my mouth up and down on his cock I squeezed and massage his balls while I bobbed in his lap sucking as I lifted my head, pressing my tongue against his shaft and sliding it around when I pushed back down.
I let his rigid cock slip out of my mouth and rubbed the spongy head against my cheek, kissing it before I began stroking him while I licked and sucked his heavy balls. He slouched down further on the couch and slid his ass to the edge of the cushions. I smiled and leaned down to lick his asshole, running my tongue around and over it, before rolling it lengthwise to push it into his tight pucker. He groaned loudly as I began to fuck his ass with my tongue while continuing to stroke his thick, hard cock. I let my saliva dribble from my mouth and worked it in with my thrusting tongue to get his asshole nice and wet.
Pulling my tongue out I licked across his perineum to his balls and then up his shaft. I pushed my finger through the tight ring to directly stimulate his prostrate and sucked his cock back into my mouth. I fucked his ass with my finger while he held my head, fingers wound tightly in my hair, and fucked my face. I breathed through my nose and swallowed as the head of his large prick pushed into my throat.
I felt him swell and pulse in my mouth, his breathing fast and ragged, and I knew he was about to cum. He moaned as his cock erupted, the first thick rope of semen shooting into my convulsing throat before he filled my mouth with his slightly salty jism. I held the head of his throbbing penis between my lips, sucking as I stroked his shaft to milk his heavy balls dry, swallowing every precious drop.
I swirled my tongue around the head of his softening cock then licked up and down the shaft to make sure I had all his cum before I sat back on my heels and laid my head against his thigh. I traced lazy spirals on his hip with my fingers as his breathing slowly returned to normal.
I felt his weight shift as he sat forward, but before I could look up he grabbed a handful of my hair winding it around his fist as he stood. I cried out in surprised pain as he jerked me onto my knees and started to drag me across the room. I clutched at his wrists with both hands as I tried to find my feet. Chris pulled me up and slammed me against the wall knocking the wind out of me. Before I could recover his fist slammed into my midsection forcing all the breath from my body with a loud whoosh.
“It’s your turn, bitch,” he said harshly.
I startled to crumple to the floor, but his hand closed painfully around the back of my neck, his fingers digging into my flesh. He shoved me through the door to his bedroom. I sprawled on the floor and sucked in a wheezing breath.
He rolled me onto my back and straddled my thighs. Holding both my hands in one of his, he wound a thin piece of rope around my wrists and knotted it tightly then wrapped the rope around itself between my wrists. He stood up and I watched as he fed the rope through a ring suspended from a chain attached to the ceiling.
“What. . .” Before I could finish my question the heel of his foot came down hard on the center of my stomach just below my ribs. I coughed and pulled my knees up as he wrapped the rope around a post on his bed and pulled until I was upright on the balls of my feet with my arms stretched painfully above my head, then tied it off.
He walked to his dresser and opened the top drawer. He picked something up and returned to stand in front of me holding up the ball gag for me to see. I shook my head and he smiled unpleasantly.
“Open,” he ordered me.
I stared at him blankly. His hand came up and he slapped me hard snapping my head to the side. I whimpered as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
“Open your mouth, you fucking slut,” he commanded again. “I’d love to hear you scream for me, but we can’t alarm the neighbors.”
I obeyed and he shoved the ball between my teeth and fastened it tight behind my head. He kneeled on one knee and reached under the edge of his bed to pull out a three foot spreader bar. He fastened the cuffs at each end to my ankles forcing my legs apart. I balanced precariously on my the tips of my toes.
He stood up and pushed me gently with the tips of his fingers. I swayed, my body twisting, and he laughed lowly when I sobbed behind the ball gag. My shoulders felt like they were going to dislocate, my elbows screamed under the pressure of my weight, and my hands were going numb. I struggled to relieve the pain in my shoulders by pushing up on my toes again.
Chris stepped behind me and I waited tensely for whatever was coming next. He didn’t make me wait long. I cringed as he drew the leather handle of his whip through the lips of my wet cunt. I heard the whistle as the thin leather cut through the air a fraction of a second before it bit into my skin.
I screamed against the hard plastic ball as I realized he’d imbedded tacks or nails along the length of the whip. The sharp points dug into my flesh and tore skin when he pulled it back preparing to strike again. His rhythm was uneven as he circled me raining his blows on my ass, my shoulders, my breasts, and stomach. His whip wrapped around the sides of my ribcage and thighs. Every fourth or fifth stroke he brought the end of the metal studded whip up sharply between my legs.
Tears ran down my cheeks and I sobbed as he continued the brutal beating. Reddish purple welts crisscrossed my breasts and stomach. Blood oozed from the punctures and cuts. My head hung down between my aching shoulders.
Chris stopped in front of me and pulled my head back by my hair with one hand and shoved the handle of his whip into my cunt. His fist pounded against the sore, swollen lips of my vagina as he fucked it in and out fast and hard. I rocked my head from side to side as he lifted me off my feet with the force of his thrusts.
He pulled the handle out of me and I whimpered pathetically as I felt his fingers pushing the studded end of the whip into my cunt. I was trembling hard as he used the handle to work more of the whip into my body. He used the intruding handle like a pestle rolling it against the walls of my vagina to press the sharp points into the soft flesh. My body was shaking violently as he stepped back and jerked the whip out of my cunt, tearing me and sending a jolt of intense pain through my loins.
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I came to on the bed, my knees pressed against my shoulders. Chris gripped the spreader bar between my ankles and pressed it down against my thighs as he pounded his raging cock into my ravaged vagina. The gag was gone and the sound that issued from my lips was some cross between a sobbing moan and laughter.
He pushed up and, with one hand between our bodies, guided the head of his cock to my ass. I cried out in pain as he pushed in deep and continued to pound my ass, barely missing a beat. I rocked my hips to meet his violent thrusts and he groaned.
“Yeah, baby,” he breathed huskily. “Fuck me back, you little slut.”
His thumb pressed against my swollen clit and I felt the tension building low in the pit of my stomach. “Fuck,” I moaned, “Oh, fuck. Harder. Fuck me hard.”
He rammed his cock into my tight ass, his breath hissing through clenched teeth. I felt him swell inside my pulsing rectum. He fucked me faster, slamming against my wide spread ass cheeks. He shoved his fingers into my cunt and my body tensed, my back arching, driving his cock deeper and I screamed as my orgasm rocked through my body.
Chris ground against me hard and I felt his hot sperm washing through my bowels. He buried himself inside my ass and continued to rock against me as his cock twitched and spewed his cum in spurts. My anus rippled around him, squeezing and milking his prick for every drop left in his balls.
Spent, he laid against me, his cock still semi hard and buried in my rectum. As he relaxed, I felt him flood my bowels with his hot piss. I could feel the heat wash through my intestines causing my belly to bloat. He finished and pulled out. I tightened my sphincter to hold it all inside me.
Chris slid back to stand by the bed and pulled me up by my hair. I opened my mouth, my fingers closing around his shit and cum stained cock and stuck out my tongue to lick from the base to the tip. I felt him shiver as my lips closed around his prick and began to suck him clean.
When I finished he dropped back onto the bed. He rolled onto his side and looked down at me admiring the marks his whip had left. He traced a welt across my breast with his fingertip.
“I think you’ll do,” he said smoothing my damp hair back from my face. “Had enough?”
“Not if there’s anything else you want to do to me,” I answered.
He laughed dryly. “Well,” he said leaning down to kiss me. “There is one more thing for now.”
I shuddered with anticipation as he laid the cold, steel blade of a hunting knife against my chest, drawing the flat side slowly between my breasts.

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