"Maxie!" Taryn yelled excitedly. Maximillia scurried over, a waifish youth, hands in the pockets of her sweater. Her long, dark mane framed a doll-like countenance complete with a mischievous little smile. She tucked a curtain of her long locks behind her ear revealing eyes too big for her head and a smooth, virginal complexion. Her dark eyes beamed brightly and her skinny, bird-like legs—which were shivering in nervous delight—jutted out from beneath her baggy top.
"When are they going to get here?" Maximillia asked, brimming with exhilaration. "They're on their way." "Do you know where it's going to be?" "You know that old molecular assembly plant?" Taryn offered. Maximillia's face crinkled. "But that's all way out near the sand fields." "Yup." Taryn smiled wide.
"Way out there. Nothing but surveyors and sand for sixty kilos in every direction." "Who's going to be there?" "Mardo'll be there. The whole ladder of them. I hear that they even bribed the cops to keep the sentry droids out of the area so there won't be any snooping. We'll have the whole place to ourselves." A worried excitement overtook Maximillia. She'd never been so far out of the city and never beyond the ever watchful eye of her father, Gareth. He doted over her but she was at the age where she was always running and his time in the Mechanized Infantry made sure that he wasn't nearly as mobile as he needed to be to keep up.
The Bay Bruisers were a pissant motley bunch of miscreants, dregs and lowlifes who congealed together into a diseased super-organism. They were scroungers and scavengers and owned nothing of their own; they were truly the bottom-feeding maggots of Mandra Bay.
Girls like Maximillia and Taryn idolized and deified them; it was a strange, sick irony that the virginal princesses whose wombs would eventually carry the potential of the future craved the seed of the most vile of donors, but this was life.
Desperation and neglect spawned this kind of aimless self-destruction and the city produced girls like them by the thousands. Gangs like the Bruisers willingly absorbed them into their ranks. Typically, girls as young as Maximillia and Taryn weren't good for territorial enforcement, coercion or clandestine larcenous expeditions, but they served as morale-boosting physical rewards for the viciously craven shock troops that splayed out across i got caught using a big sex toy network of rain-soaked streets.
A dingy, boxy hover transport lumbered up to the sidewalk; its engines sputtered and sparked as it shook with worrisome intensity. The passenger door swung open and Chota, the pock-marked, yellow-toothed cad behind the wheel, unceremoniously waved them over, a toco stick dangling from his lips.
"Maximillia? Taryn?" he barked.
The girls nodded sheepishly. He slapped the seat. "Well, let's go! You comin' or not?" Maximillia and Taryn looked at each other for a moment before hustling into the van. Taryn plopped down next to Chota and Maximillia slammed the door shut as the van plowed on.
The liquid thorium engine whined and thrummed horribly. The girls winced at the sound, this entire endeavor quickly becoming a sensory overload. "So, who's your sponsor again?" Chota asked, his hoarse voice towering over even the brash yammer of the engine. "Umm, Kee-Ara," Maximillia offered meekly, almost as a question. Chota guffawed knowingly. "Ohh, I know Kee-Ara. A lot of us know her." The girls looked at each other, feigning smiles.
Chota peeped at them and saw fresh meat. Maximillia was mostly bundled in her baggy sweat shirt, but Taryn was dolled up more gaudily: pink-dyed hair and a mask of make-up which accentuated her cherubic features; a tight, chromic tube top with a built-in, flexible video screen mesh that played a snippet of an annoyingly popular saracian soap opera on a loop; a tight black mini-skirt with a hexagonal design and built-in enviro-mimetic print, red fishnets and some clodhopper infantry boots.
She was instantly fuckable. Chota's appetite was whetted. "You're both going to fit right in," he added.
"Party all day, party all night. Kryta be damned, we party in our sleep." "When do you find time to sleep?" Maximillia asked, trying to sound clever, drawing a convicting glare from Taryn. Chota laughed. nasty lesbian dolls are stretching and fisting anals don't so much sleep as we pass out and wake up when we're sober." The girls nodded, their passive ignorance hidden behind nervous grins.
"Most of all, we're free. Free to do what we want when we want and there's always some new experience waiting right around the corner," he said as he offered his toco stick to the girls. Maximillia shook her head. "No, thank you." Taryn, not wanting to chicken out, hesitantly took the stick from his hands and took an awkward puff, coughing out the purple smoke before settling into it.
Chota belted out another garish belly laugh. "You girls seem tense. You're not afraid of ol' Chota, are you? I'm the last guy you need to worry about. I'm the ferryman and I'm taking you somewhere you're never going to want to come back from." He suddenly slapped his hand down on Taryn's upper thigh, clenching it firmly. The pink-haired doe didn't resist. In fact, she smiled as she took another puff from the toco stick. The trip out into the desert was tense.
Maximillia still didn't know if what she was getting into my litter sister watch me fuck her boyfriend a wise decision. Frankly, she didn't know what she was getting into. It was a pure mystery. She was sailing over the crest of a wave into uncharted territory. She'd heard stories about the Bruisers and seen their tags polluting the walls of shops all around the worst parts of Mandra Bay, but they were a largely mythic phenomenon.
The few times she saw Bruisers was when a micro-cell of them was loitering around a street side cafeteria automat waiting for unsuspected victims to try and buy a bowl of dried noodles. When they strolled up they'd get significantly harassed, liberated of some of their uni-creds by being forced to run their thumbs across the cashier scanner and buy the Bruisers some chow.
This was easier than cutting off a hand, but that probably wasn't beneath them, either. They weren't known for any kind of murderous shenanigans, though. They were more a nagging pebble in the city's shoe; not life-threatening but certainly not a constructive component. At this distance into the desert most of the solar-powered roadside track lights were blown so all navigation had to be relied upon via the digital screen overlays in whatever transport one was traveling in; flying blind—in a way—in a sea of darkness.
Perhaps it was a poetic note on the proceedings that the girls were rocketing into a lightless place of mystery, or into the depths of some hellish doom. Coming over a hill, the foreboding former molecular assembly plant rested just within eyeshot.
It was a mountainous pile of tangled pipes, angular edifices and several towering silos. Only the sliver of moonlight wrapped around the silhouette of the complex revealed it in the vast expanse of sand. Great moments of pleasure along doremi miyamoto began to swarm within Maximillia.
She had her concerns about the Bruisers, but the mane-crowned belle was certainly no angel herself. She wasn't quite old enough to join the Expeditionary Fleet Academy, but she was old enough to have a growing rap sheet that saw her earn temporary tenancy within some of Mandra Bay's juvenile correction centers and detention facilities.
Her father, Gareth, couldn't afford to get her into the finer state hospitals with his middling pension, so he had to suffer through a cycle of seeing her rushed through the turnstiles of one ineffective reeducation camps after another. A petty theft here, a disturbance of the peace or breaking and entering there and the pinches added up.
The local federal police branches became intimately familiar with her. She was a career outlaw in-training as far as the profilers were concerned. She'd always come out of lock-up, supposedly reformed, but within weeks she'd be out raising hell with another band of wide-eyed, bucktoothed miscreants. Being a single father in and of itself wasn't easy for Gareth, but having Maximillia openly resist tranquility in favor of an increasingly dangerous lifestyle only teased his honeys play lesbo game girlfriend and homemade further.
His love couldn't reform her, nor could it influence her better judgment, which appeared to be absent almost entirely. The van rolled up to the complex's main gates where a couple of Bruisers waited. Chota slowed the van to a stop and the men gravitated towards it, looking in. Chota fist-bumped one of the men and started chit-chatting with him as the girls sat silently, eyes darting about.
The Bruisers peeked in at them, grinning from ear to ear and made some incomprehensible comments to each other, no doubt something that would've made their mothers cringe. The head gate guard slapped the hood of the van and it ambled into the complex. As the transport penetrated deeper inside, the girls noticed it was conspicuously undressed as the location of a bash. Then again, Maximillia realized that this had to be intentional because if you're somewhere you're not supposed to be you don't announce you're there.
Finally, they noticed a smattering of Bruisers peppered about the compound. They were clearly a sundry throng of degenerates. Their hairstyles ranged from shaved heads to horizontal mohawks. All of them were draped in brassy body ink and wrapped in torn, stained shirts and pants and mud-spattered boots. Most of them were in dire need of teeth and all of them definitely appeared in need of bathing. Strangely, though, she was intrigued by the entire aesthetic and, on an even deeper philosophical level, what these miscreants represented and why she was attracted to the concept of them.
They were outcasts, shunned by society, so they shunned society right back. This set a dangerous precedent that justified their actions in her mind.
She saw them through the hopelessly green eyes of a rebellious little girl who was unaware of the dangers that her naiveté could invite. The density of the Bruiser population grew as they moved deeper inside. Thudding, rhythmic beats could be heard reaching out from within the building. Finally, the van stopped and Chota hopped out.
"Okay, ladies. We're here. Let's go inside. I know Mardo is going to want to meet you," Chota said with a grin. Maximillia and Taryn piled out and followed the pock-marked Chota past groups of fellow Bruisers who gave the girls passing glances of interest followed by chuckles and incomprehensible chatter.
Entering the main production chamber of the plant, the girls found it completely retro-fitted into a vagabond's paradise. The Bruisers had transformed it into a party palace worthy of the present rabble. The catwalks were peppered with members of the gang and hypnotic electronic music blared from flat-speakers which hung from wires crisscrossing the upper platforms.
Chota and the girls cut a swath through the savage proceedings and approached a semi-transparent plastic drape which partitioned off a smaller section of the building from the rest of it. He pulled the drape aside and the girls saw a smaller contingent of gang members congregated inside. Chota waved them in and they quickly scurried inside.
Mardo sat at the far end of the room on a makeshift throne that was essentially an ancient dentist's chair with a sundry assortment of random machine parts that were fused to it. He was surrounded by an inner circle of loyal lapdogs whose gazes swung over to the girls. "Here's the girls Kee-Ara was talking about," Chota announced. "They down? They want to join up with the revolution?" Mardo barked with a deep, growly swarm of a voice. Chota chuckled, scanning the girls head to toe.
"Yeah, they're down." Mardo popped to his feet and the lapdogs parted, giving their master a clear path. The head bruiser was an easy six and a half feet of towering testosterone. He was a barrel-chested brute with swollen, veiny arms complemented by a distended gut that doubled as a firewater waste disposal unit. His shaggy, greasy mane was a wave of dark and stormy-grey streaks and his chin and neck were painted with unkempt salt-and-pepper stubble.
He had a dangerously seductive smile that revealed a maw of yellowed teeth. He quickly eyed the girls up and down, momentarily distracted before he turned to his lowly Bruisers and gestured them away. "Well, shoo shoo, now! I got company! I want these girls to feel comfortable! You looky-loos are anal lovers sophia grace ivy lebelle lana croft crystal rush them nervous!
Look at 'em, shivering like little birds in a storm." The bruisers quickly scuttled off in response to Mardo's light-hearted gesture.
Then, it was just he, the girls and Chota. For several protracted moments Mardo just scanned the girls, as if assessing their value.
His creepy half-smile somewhat exposed his state of mind. Mardo finally brought his eyes up until they met Maximillia's. "What's your name, girl?" The dark-haired pixie glanced at Taryn before looking back at the gang leader. "Maximillia," she uttered softly. "Maximillia!
What a beautiful name. Come here," he said, waving her over. As she unquestioningly walked towards him, Mardo looked at Chota, gesturing him away with a tilt of his head and a knowing wink. Chota nodded, putting an arm around Taryn and turning to guide them both out of the room. "C'mon, girl. We'll give you the grand tour." They vanished past the plastic drape leaving Maximillia alone with the Bruisers' head honcho.
The young girl stood before the towering Mardo, mentally toiling with the awkward silence that had formed between massage with doggy style fucking hardcore blowjob. He spun his finger in a circle in front of his chest. "So, let's get a look at you. You look so bundled up!" With her arms clenched tight and her hands resting on her thighs, she rigidly did a quick turnaround for Mardo.
His eyes lit up. Even hidden under the heavy sweat shirt he could tell this young girl was a doll. He could also tell, though, that she was treading in a pool of a lingering, nagging fear.
He reached out with his tree trunk of an arm. "There's no reason to be scared here, love. This is the safest place on this planet for you and I'm the safest man in the world you could be sharing this moment with. I assure you of that.
Come, there's too much noise and light here. These mongrel heathens of mine know no manners in the face of new family." He stepped forward and wrapped his arm around her, escorting her away.
They went deeper into the compound, walking down a long corridor lit by flickering ceiling lights which dangled lazily, partially unhinged from their housings. The cones of light swayed, licking at the floor below as they walked underneath them. Maximillia was just a nestling practically cowering under Mardo's thick, muscled wing as they walked along. He dwarfed her both in height and width, but she didn't resist at all. As he spoke he'd marsha may gets fucked in various positions down at her from time to time.
"It's my job to make sure you're put at ease. See, this world produces boys and girls like you. They disregard us and cast us out. We become invisible, uncared for, shunned and found in contempt. What else can we do but band together?" Still having not uttered a peep, she kept a polite smile, unsure of if her choices for the evening were wise.
With an open mind, though, she listened to Mardo's pitch. "You're probably wondering what we have to offer you here." She was beginning to wonder this when he stopped, swung around in front of her and put firm hands on her shoulders, glaring down on her.
"Love. We offer only love. A love that society has denied us." Then, just as quickly, he threw his arm back around her and they reached the end of the corridor where a door awaited, protected by two armed Bruisers, one of which who sprung to action and opened it.
Mardo and Maximillia walked through and the door was shut behind them. The tender youth found herself in a rather expansive chamber deep within the compound.
Sorry you have cum on ya face had carved out a makeshift personal quarters which was far more extravagant than what any of the other members of the gang enjoyed.
A long dining table had been placed amongst discarded industrial machinery, with a full dinner arrangement sprawled out across it. A mouth-watering array of dishes sat patiently, waiting to be consumed.
"Hungry?" Mardo asked. She shook her head. "No, sir." He guffawed. "Sir? You come from good stock." Maximillia noticed the blatantly covetous grin on his face and was both curiously repulsed and enticed by it. "So you won't eat and you look as nervous as a cornered gnorat, but you've got manners. That's a rare combination amongst our ranks.
You are a rare flower. Can I call you that, Maximillia? Flower?" Secretly she liked the idea of this mountainous man giving her a nickname. A rebellious smirk crept across her lips as she nodded.
She was a sheepishly adorable piece of candy that Mardo clearly wanted to gobble down. Mardo bellowed. "Well, then, if you won't eat, maybe you'll let me take you somewhere where you and I can sit down, relax and can talk with a bit more privacy about what I've done to deserve your fine company. This is still business between you and I, right?" He spoke with a salesman's charming wit and confidence, throwing his arm around Maximillia and whisking her away from the crude dining room, through another wall of semi-transparent drapes, and into a spacious den tucked away in a cleverly hidden nook within the complex.
The section of the factory had been outfitted with the accoutrements that one would need to create a cozy, post-modern living space nestled warmly within the warbled web of winding pipes that clung tight to the blandly painted walls. She was visibly impressed. Mardo snatched up two wine glasses sitting innocently on a tool chest and filled them with a blue liquid from a tall, unlabeled bottle.
Maximillia's curiosity was piqued when he offered her one of the glasses. "What is it?" The silver-haired brute downed the contents of his glass in one shot before returning a boastful grin.
"It's good." She smiled and drank from the glass.
The pungent flavor tickled her tongue and went down smooth. Mardo plopped down on a massive couch at the far side of the room which could've doubled as a bed. He slapped the cushion beside him and Maximillia quickly set her empty glass down and sat beside You jizz brazilian mature and girl sex. "You didn't come here for drinks or food.
I see a bit of desperation in your eyes." Like some wizened sage, a somber aura swelled about him. Maximillia was entranced because he was right. "I can recognize that desperation because I used to see it in my own eyes when I looked in the mirror. That was the day that I learned how cruel and unfair the world can be.
That's a revelation that you've recently come to, isn't it?" She nodded, eyes locked onto his. "What was it that made you realize this? What happened to you?" Emotion overtook Maximillia and her face cracked, her eyes welling up. She lowered her head and put her hands in her lap.
With timely shrewdness, Mardo nodded, caressing the side of her head with his meaty paw. "Family. Your father?" She shook her head through incessant sniffles. "Mother." She nodded. He analyzed her carefully. "I would've said that she refused to let you go, but I think it's more that she refused to stay.
She left you, didn't she?" Maximillia's sniffles turned to a violently trembling sob. "I'll tell you a secret. So did mine." She looked up at him, eyes red and raw as he nodded with measured emphasis.
"I cried, too, but then I realized she was liberating me. She wouldn't be there to lie those lies about the world to me anymore. The world is cruel and the lie of blood is the cruelest of all: that your blood and kin are always going to be there for you simply because they're your blood. They have no obligation.
That's when I learned that the choice of the bonds you make are more powerful than blood. We can't choose our parents. We have no choice with that, but we have a choice in who we decide to populate our world with. I was just one person when I found the first members of my new family. We formed a circle and then we found other lost souls such as ourselves and our ranks grew." Maximillia kept his gaze, captivated by his every word as he continued.
"We became a family, a true family in every sense of the word. We shared everything and loved each other unconditionally, the way the world told us our families were supposed to but didn't.
We're free here. We're a family. That's why you came. You want what all of us wanted before we found each other. What you want you can have. We'll give it freely, and that's love. Love and unconditional acceptance." The naive waif listened intently. Unbeknownst to her, Mardo had mastered the art of the speech after having spoken it hundreds of times. At this point he delivered it with effortless efficacy.
"I can offer this gift to you, Flower," he said, near to closing the deal. ".but I can only offer it once. There can't be any indecision. You decide, but the choice is yours." She looked down at her knees, her mind swirling with a hundred possibilities.
"You can stay or you can go, but you can't do both," he reminded. The possibilities for Maximillia narrowed, falling away as her focus grew more emboldened. Finally, her eyes rose, fearlessly resolute. "I want to stay." Mardo smiled, rising off the couch and refilling their glasses.
"Then, we should celebrate." He ponfilm mit janete somi kostenlos Maximillia her glass as he sipped from his own and sat down beside her.
They spoke for hours and her meek, soft-spoken veneer slowly melted away. He complimented her almost constantly, his eyes boring into hers with an angelic potency. For that big titty latina fuck for some cash of time she felt like the all-important center of the universe. The two of them had exhausted several jugs of the blue, tangy liquor over the course of their prolonged exchange.
The once aggressive throbbing of the music outside had become a gentle, soothing cradlesong that dissolved into the background. Mardo spoke with clinical precision, dissecting Maximillia's history cunningly, creating a mental profile based on the answers to the questions he asked and how she visibly responded to the various comments he made in passing.
She wasn't an impenetrable, stone-faced puzzle box. The truth was quite the contrary: Maximillia was criminally predictable, a hopelessly naive quarry for Mardo's consummate hunter. "So, is this it?" she asked. "Am I a part of your club?" He laughed at the nature of her question. Nervously, she laughed too. "This is a family, my dear Flower," Mardo remarked, brushing several errant strands of her dark hair aside, revealing the dark pools of her eyes.
"To answer your question there is one final step that we all must make before joining the family. A small token which is given to us by you.
It's a promise symbolized by a gift." "A gift? Like, something I'd have to buy and wrap?" Mardo chuckled again. Maximillia's shy rawness made her even more delectable. "No, this gift is one you can already choose to give. It costs no money but is more valuable than anything that can be bought." "What is it?" "A gift of the flesh," he said with a grave somberness. Her brows raised and her eyes widened.
"Spoken promises mean nothing. They can be broken, but when you give up something through an act of devotion, that has meaning." "Did you give a gift?" she asked. Mardo held up his hand and revealed a mangled burn mark on his palm. "I was the first. I chose to give pain to show the family the level of my devotion. The first members begged that I not, but it sexy bombshell receives hawt massage hardcore blowjob my choice.
I didn't ask that they do the same. They gave their own gifts and they were enough. So, the tradition has been that the men give a gift of pain and the women give a gift of love.
Both require giving something and losing something. Are you prepared to give a gift of love to this family to secure your place?" She thought about it for several long moments before giving him a firm, measured nod.
With that, he rose from the couch and walked over to a countertop built into the wall. He picked up a small device that sat innocently amongst other sundry items; a thin set of compact binoculars composed of a transparent material. The eye pieces glowed a soft, brilliant aquamarine.
Mardo sat back down, holding the eyepiece up to her. "You've been living your life with blinders on, as we all did. Look through these lenses and see the light." "Just look through them?" He nodded. Maximillia took the eyepiece and held it to her face, resting it on the bridge of her nose, and glared through it.
The blue light shone into her eyes and soon a kaleidoscopic display revealed itself to her. She could hear the harmonic rhythm of her heartbeat and ebony hoe brandi gets her pussy punished else fell away: A dripping water faucet turned into a slow-motion ballet where the sound of each drop hitting the metal sink seemed to stretch on for minutes; her irises dilated and her breathing slowed; her arms grew weak, falling to the cushions beside her and dropping the eyepiece as her body lost all tenseness and slumped back into a boneless heap against the couch.
She stared up at the ceiling, hearing only her breathing and seeing only a flittering cascade of sparks dancing across the convex stage of her eyes. The peculiar light had interacted with the blue liquid she'd spent hours sipping at creating a most diabolic reaction. The compound resulted in a catalytic process that tricked the brain into releasing a particularly potent series of naturally-produced hallucinogenic neurochemicals.
On the street, this was called a Gatekeeper. The results were blatantly clear as Maximillia's limp form lied there, a faint, conquered smile revealing her anesthetized elation. Her eyes, while open, were glassy and distant, blinking weakly every other second. Mardo allowed her to settle into her intoxicated state before leaning over her. "Flower, can you hear me?" "Yes," she said, quietly euphoric.
"You understand every word I'm saying, correct?" She nodded. "Some would say you've been drugged, but to initiate into this family we all volunteered to see the light and we did. What you're feeling right now isn't inebriation but liberation." Again, she nodded in passive agreement, clearly in no state to give a lengthy, carefully constructed response. Delicately, Mardo brushed the hair from her face, admiring her sinless beauty; her virginal, unmarked youth was something to behold.
"I want you to stand and see the world with your new eyes, Flower. Can you do that for me?" Maximillia nodded once more as Mardo helped her rise from the couch. He pulled her baggy sweatshirt from her shoulders and peeled it off. "Let me take this, so you can get comfortable. I want to see my beautiful Flower." She didn't resist, only helping him to help her remove it with muted obedience. He tossed the sweatshirt to the far side of the couch and sat back, taking in the sight of her.
She was a diminutive waif, her features not fully matured. Her hips hadn't flexed to their final width and her bust was still little more than two swollen lumps bulging from beneath her slim-fit long-sleeved shirt. Cast in a pair of black, form-fitting exercise sweats, Maximillia's legs were long and slim like the rest of her, yet her rear-end showed an unusual plumpness when compared to the rest of her body which lacked voluptuousness.
She was a pale-skinned doll with all of the dangerous features that accompanied that. Her dark, ribbony mane hung drape-like, tickling the top of her chest and cradling her lower back. She swayed gently there, thanks to the Gatekeeper, but Mardo's eyes delighted in every bit of her. Mardo stood up and put his thick, strong hands on Maximillia's shoulders, towering over her. "You're beautiful. Do you know that?" All she could do was smile in her stupor as he cradled her tiny face in between his palms, sexy granny fucked by young fit guy again thumbs gliding against her cheekbones.
"I'll ask one final time. The choice is completely yours. Do you want to join us?" "Yes," she boldly pronounced. "Are you ready to prove yourself and give your erika kane has got the body of a supermodel of love to the family?" "Yes." "Close your eyes." Maximillia obeyed and the silver-haired, barrel-chested brute tilted her face up to his and wrapped his lips around hers, kissing her softly at first but then with a growing voracious hunger.
She didn't resist, yet struggled to keep up with him. Between his size and clear strength, she was just a frail, conquered creature in his grasp. It was apparent that she had little experience in kissing but played up a false confidence. Everything was happening so fast that she felt as if she was being swept along by an uncaring tide. Being so far from home and deeply into the strangeness of this alien place bombarded her senses with a constant wave of fascination, from the lingering industrial scents wafting invisibly by, to the rolling clamor thumping faintly from distant speakers and then this thick, grey-capped monolith of a man who was laboring to consume her.
She didn't know what to feel when Mardo's muscled fingers snaked around behind her, clenched her ass and began to knead her virginal flesh. His breath was mildly pungent and would otherwise be instantly repugnant, but for some reason she accepted it and this added to the wild unlikelihood of the situation.
There she was, this lost girl, now in the arms of a man she'd just met, their mouths entangled and his strong hands massaging her backside to breathtaking effect. Mardo effortlessly lifted the little nestling off the ground forcing Maximillia to throw her arms around his neck to keep from flopping backwards. He gently laid her on her back on the couch. She was limply splayed out across the cushions, completely sedate yet gazing up at him with a quiet acquiescence.
The Gatekeeper had done its job beyond expectations. Maximillia was little more than a conscious marionette. He laid next to her, tucking his arm under her head to pull her close, and began to kiss her again, slyly snaking his tongue into her mouth. She moaned, surprised, but didn't relent in kissing him back. Maximillia's knees cartoon doremon suzuka nobita xxx story still together as she clung onto the last vestiges of her self-control, but the Gatekeeper had slowly eroded her every inhibition.
Mardo pawed at her knees, pulling them apart and then ran his fingers up and down her inner thighs. Growing impatient, he brought his hand up and began to cup her crotch, his fingers worming against the fabric of her sweats and panties. She moaned into his mouth, seemingly trying to resist but was mentally unable to get her body to comply with her momentary burst of gumption. Her bent legs were completely bowed out and spread as Mardo continued to massage her exposed crotch.
His erection was brazenly pronounced, bulging up against his pant leg. She finally put her hands on his chest, prying her lips from his. "Wait,' she uttered breathlessly. He'd have none of it and kissed her again, not slowing the pace or pressure of his massaging fingers against her nubile sex. Her nipples had hardened into stiff little nubs.
There was good reason for all of this. Unbeknownst to Maximillia, there was a component in the blue liquor that was a potent aphrodisiac taken from the petals of an Arcean flower. It effectively kicked her hormones into a supercharged state of arousal.
Mardo climbed off the couch, leaving Maximillia with her eyes shut, drunkenly enraptured. He tucked his fingers down past the waistbands of both her sweats and panties and slowly peeled them both off in one smooth motion until her lower body was naked to the air, save for a pair of sneakers.
Spreading her thighs to get a clearer look, he cocked his head back, taking in the sight of her dewy gash, which was wreathed in an unkempt mane of dark, frizzy hair. He sighed, containing an intoxicated awe. "Now, would you look at that? No need to die because I've already seen Heaven," he grinned. Mardo ran his fat middle finger along the crest of her engorged crevice, finding the tip of his finger dabbed with goo.
"You're wet already! That didn't take much." Leaning forward, he pressed his cheek against the cool skin of her inner thigh, dragging his tongue along her sodden slit and letting her curly pubes tickle his nose.
Maximillia gasped as she felt his tongue curl along her moistened flesh. "Is this the first time a man has ever licked you down here?" With her eyes still shut, Maximillia nodded. He went back to prodding her delicate hot milf fucked on real homemade video with his monstrous tongue, violating her soggy hole.
She began to squirm, grabbing at the sheets on the couch. He willfully snaked around inside of her quivering gash, dragging her deeper into a cloudy morass of faded inhibitions.
Still drunk on the sensation of having her nethers so sloppily lapped at, Maximillia's eyes lazily yawned open to the sight of Mardo's rotund frame casting its shadow atop her, perched between her legs.
He partially collapsed across her mid-section, keeping himself propped up on one wobbly arm, his other arm anxiously fishing around inside his trousers. With a complete lack of cool measurement or romance he pulled his thick erection free, his chest worriedly heaving and his guttural breaths labored and beast-like.
Her slim thighs were still gaped open, leaving her pussy dangerously exposed as Mardo hung over her with predatory anticipation. Maximillia peered down between her legs only to see a quickly hardening appendage shimmying closer to her unprotected pussy. The silver-tongued cur's trunk of a cock was monstrously thick and tangled in a stringy network of bloated vasculature. It made no attempt at chivalrous gentility, rather it lumbered towards its prize guided by a single-minded stupor.
Mardo took it in a firm grip and licked the blood-swollen head along the length of her dew-dabbed labia. Her eyes widened and her breathing shuddered, unable to protest, speechless and awestruck at the sight of this alexis loves lexingtons big cock inside her tight pussy monstrosity which intended to violate her immaculate canal. The sheer dimensions of the head of Mardo's spear seemed that it would be an impossible feat to guide it through Maximillia's tight opening, lubricated or not.
He stroked it a few more times to ensure its rigidity and slowly pushed the tip against her, splitting open her defenseless petals. She gasped, her eye lids fluttering uncontrollably. He groaned with animalistic satisfaction as he sank deeper into her.
The pressure of his girth splitting her open was tempered by the numbing effects of the Gatekeeper. Before long Mardo was almost fully buried into her and he was boisterously thrusting forward into his petite, pale-skinned toy. Mardo rutted into her unchallenged, and with an excited savagery. One of Mardo's dirt-caked acolytes, having not immediately recognized the intimate ravaging in-progress, haphazardly peeked into the room, knocking softly on a pipe to announce himself.
Then, he noticed Mardo's bare rump cresting above the back of the couch and driving down with fervent purpose. The acolyte noticed too late. "Out!" Mardo growled angrily with a dismissive flap of his arm, sending the wincing acolyte scurrying off.
The portly regent continued to pump away into a largely wilted Maximillia, whose crinkled face registered an incapably feeble protest. His shuddering movements accelerated into a spastically urgent display. His groans became shorter, louder and more demanding. He threw his face into her neck and slobbered into it as his blunt member rolled around inside of her, releasing a lazy drool of pre-cum.
"Tell me you want this," he grunted, his nose mashed against her ear. She was too inebriated to process his request. "Huh?" she asked. "Tell daddy you want this," he persisted. Maximillia couldn't answer. Mardo suddenly belted out a vicious rolling grumble, hunched forward and began to convulse.
She suddenly felt warm pulses washing around inside her as he bucked achingly atop her. Her pussy became inundated with a peculiarly slick substance that came in sloshy waves. She knew something monumental was happening, but was confused by this carnally mechanic consummation. It was a painfully exciting sensation. She was worried, repulsed and excited all the same, helplessly inundated by a torrent of irresistible impulses. As his spasms finally ended, he kissed the side of her sweat-dabbed head and let his now flaccid meat sloppily slip out of her.
His thick, syrupy seed drooled out of her, pooling onto the cushion beneath her. His chest was heaving and his lungs were pushing fire, but Mardo weakly pushed himself erect, looking down on his conquered, ruined prey. He looked over his shoulder to find several of his male acolytes peeking sheepishly into the room.
They bore the masks of hungry, deprived children. Mardo chuckled to himself, signaling them to enter with a welcoming tilt of his head.
"You look hungry, boys. Time to feast." They looked at each other, wily grins rising on each of them revealing maws of yellowed teeth. Mardo walked out leaving Maximillia still splayed out on the couch, a seemingly boneless heap of cum-dripping maidenhood as the marauding acolytes closed in on her.
Over the next few hours she fell in and out of consciousness, often tumbling into consciousness to find a nameless, faceless, filth-coated mongrel of Mardo's hunched over her, his anxious flesh needling into hers. Only moments later she'd hear a vicious, incomprehensibly lust-drenched proclamation before the man would quiver atop her, her insides coated with an unwanted warmth.
The carousel of men spun round and round, the faces equally unrecognizable yet demonically threatening. Finally, the darkness consumed her and she passed into a throttled sleep.