Amanda's choice

by AmandaYoungFan

For years, she's done the Entity's bidding, thinking somehow, her doing so was also doing the bidding of the man she respected most, John Kramer. But seeing the survivors outside of the trial have made her question if what she's doing is right. What happens to a killer in the realm who no longer has the drive and stomach to do the Entity's bidding? (Feel free to comment)

42. A breaking of vows

With the last trial of the night long over, the Entity secretly massed itself at the Legion camp to watch and observe. It was already present when Amanda appeared with Joey and Claudette in the light of the Legion camp's fire. It peeked inside of Amanda's mind and found no fear. Instead, it only heard her asking the question of whether the Entity may allow her to remove Frank's penis, and her contemplation about using it as a fashion accessory. It chuckled at her malice, though it was unheard by everyone in the camp. As far as they knew, it was not here at all.

But the mirth was short lived. It knew what Amanda would have to do tonight. It knew that she was having to do it to allow the Entity to not have to admit Frank's presence here was more than mere oversight. She was having to do it so Frank would commit an act that would make his removal be from Frank's own stupid mistake, rather than the oversight that would have never occurred had it looked even slightly more closely into Frank's nature before allowing his entrance here. What was more, SHE knew. The Entity had been compelled to share the true reality in its broad strokes to them, so that Amanda's decision would truly be of her own true will, and Jake's allowance of it to be free will of his own.

When they had first come to its realm, the Entity would never have believed that the things they had done to please it and grow its appreciation in the pair would have allowed it to even hint that it was capable of oversight, let alone actually admit to it. But it had known then and knew now that the decision to inform them of this slight oversight had been the correct one. It had of course observed the thoughts of the pair after, and their reactions in private were what the Entity had known they would be. Not only were they absolutely going to do everything it needed them to do, but they maintained the appreciation and respect they felt for it.

Doing the correct thing and revealing the nature of the oversight had changed nothing in their minds. In fact, over the past week their admiration for it had grown at the realization that the powerful God had deemed them worthy enough to share with them what it did. It did not understand friendships, but it had seen what they were by observing the interactions of the survivors at their camp. After the Entity's admission, and as it briefly looked at her mind as she had attempted to rest, Amanda's final thoughts before her unconsciousness were that the Entity had become a friend. While it did not understand the nature of human friendships, it understood that the humans viewed them with almost as much important as Amanda and Jake viewed their marital vows. The declaration of friendship from a human was of great importance among them, and her mind had made that declaration regarding the Entity. It was pleasing to it, even though the Entity had no ability to share it in return.

She was here now, and the Entity could see in her mind that she was resolved to take the action required. If the act she completed tonight resulted in Morrison's immediate verbal declaration of his intent to bring her to Legion and thus commit an ultimate violation of the unwritten rules of the realm, it decided that alone would suffice as an act worthy of his expulsion, and the physical act of training her to join them would not be a necessity. After the act was completed it would reward Amanda with the sight of it's physical torture of Morrison until she received her fill, and she would then get to witness the Entity banishing it from its realm.

But even if the game had to continue a bit longer before Morrison made his mistake, and if Amanda had to keep going the actions she would participate in tonight to be victorious...Perhaps Amanda's thought about that necklace wouldn't that far out of the realm of possibility. After all, she carried her blade on her wrist. It would take her mere seconds to physically execute the act she had been wishing to do in her mind. She now considered the Entity a friend. Allowing her to use her blade for Morrison's castration after what he would do to her, the Entity surmised, would be a reward that Amanda would likely view, in her human way of thinking, as something friends do.

It watched her. It watched her act, it watched her transform herself from the strong, cunning human it knew she was to a nervous-looking weakling awaiting Morrison's next command. The performance, it knew, required much from her, and it did not think that any of the other survivors would have the necessary ingrained cunning that Amanda possessed to be anywhere near as convincing as she was.

The Entity shifted its attention to Morrison, and could tell from the smug demeanor that Morrison was entirely convinced. The Entity relished the knowledge that no matter what, Morrison's smugness would be short-lived. He would soon be sorry he had ever tried to match his adequate skills of manipulation with the superior skills Amanda herself possessed. And he would definitely regret, right at the moment the Entity banished him, that he had ever been arrogant enough to refer to the God that had created this realm, and allowed him to exist in it, a doorman. The Entity would see to that, and savor every moment of it.

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Frank couldn't help but smile as he stared at Amanda from his log. She was once again dressed sexy as Hell. Since there was not much of a change in the types of clothes she wore, he wondered if Jake told her to dress the way she did. After meeting him, he wouldn't put it past him. He probably had her dress like a slut so he could parade her around the camp with him, making all the male survivors, and maybe even a few of the females, envious of the hot bitch he'd married before taking her back to their cabin to fuck her.

Amanda's cropped tank top was a deep dark red. The color of lust? It once again accentuated the larger-than-usual tits on her thin, short frame. In the light of the fire, the tight shorts that left little of her thigh covered appeared black, along with the sandals on her feet. The tanned, exposed skin of her body shined like gold in the flickering firelight.

Fuck, this woman really is hotter than Hell, Frank thought. She might even be as hot as the blonde chick he'd sometimes heard speak in the trials with her southern twang. The only thing that made her just slightly hotter than Amanda was, in his mind, was their hair color. Deep down, he had always preferred blondes, and that was the only thing right now that gave her one more point over Amanda in her favor. The survivors, he knew, could change their hairstyles and the color of their hair, though he wasn't sure how since there weren't any hair salons here. Magic? He decided before he finished convincing her to come here that he should also suggest she do whatever the survivors did to change their hair and have her make herself a blonde. He visualized her as a blonde, and his cock twitched in satisfaction.

He stared at her fingers and toes. She even kept her nails painted, and he saw that the color on her finger and toenails looked as deeply red as her shirt. Women that painted their nails, Frank thought, were always slightly hotter than those that didn't. It was an extra special touch of care to their bodies, an extra bit of sexy for the men who fucked them.

And she was alone. She was fucking alone. About FUCKING time. He'd lied to the girls earlier that she'd told him she would be, but she actually hadn't. He didn't know if she dodged her jerk hubby or if he had simply decided to stay home, but that didn't matter one iota. She had come alone and she was well aware when doing so what it meant. It was a signal to him that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. His manipulations had completely enamored her with him. She wanted him, soon she would get naked for him, and she was willingly going to let him fuck her. Now all he needed to do was convince her it was perfectly cool if she let Julie and Susie watch while Frank did it.

He stared daggers at Joey and Claudette. Why were they still here yakking? Go into the woods and play. Come on you fuckers...Shut up and get the fuck out of here already. I got a hot bitch to do.

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Amanda was considering what demeanor to use as Joey and Claudette said their goodbyes. She settled on anxious with a little fear. Since Jake had appeared "uninvited" the last time, much to Frank's ire, she should now convey fear of Frank's pending reaction to being cock blocked by Jake the last time.

After Joey and Claudette disappeared from sight, Amanda got into character and "nervously" approached the fire as Frank watched her from his log. She went to her familiar spot and sat down, letting her eyes roam around, repeatedly glancing at Frank, appearing to be waiting with baited breath for what he was about to say to her.

Shit, Frank thought. She must be worried about the other night. Maybe she was worried that he was pissed about only getting a dry hump. It hadn't been what he wanted, for sure, but it was pretty good, and mostly made up for having to watch Jake play with her pussy. Besides, the sight of her alone, and knowing that this time they were going all the way certainly would have stopped him from being pissed at her now if he had been. It was time to swoop in and show her that she was his everything, and being as gentle as a lamb.

Frank asked her softly, and gently, "May I join you?" And briefly, he did have a flush of anger at Amanda being such a weak and scared little bitch when at one time, she'd been as deadly and ruthless as he was. He couldn't wait to fully-unleash the killer that she forced to stay locked inside of her so she could be a little goody two-shoes wife for her rich dick husband. She'd be his plaything rather than Jake's, but she would definitely stop behaving as weak as she was now. She was lucky she was hot, because Jake had turned her pretty fucking pathetic. If she hadn't been visibly sporting the blade on her wrist right now, he'd have never believed she was once a killer.

She quietly nodded her head at his request, and the tension in her shoulders visibly subsided. Frank smiled. See Amanda? I'm the totally sweet guy you've been aching for. Now we just need to get those clothes off so you can show me how fucking grateful you are and service your new master. He slid off of his log and sat on the ground next to her, letting his eyes rove over her perfect little body as she twisted her hands in her lap.

"I'm so sorry about last time. I can see you're not mad about it, but still, I want to apologize...He's never done...That...Right with someone WATCHING. It...I...I'm so sorry. I know what you feel for me, and I'm really starting to feel the same way in return. Even though I was able to bring you pleasure, and I've been happy every day since remembering how my body stirred that reaction in you, I know it...Had to be hard...Watching another man do that to me when I know you've been wishing you could do it to me yourself. We showed each other in your cabin how...how much we want each other, and I know watching him do that, and watching me involuntarily respond to it soured that wonderful moment we had just shared."

Amanda dabbed at the tears that formed in her eyes. But, he noted with satisfaction, even though what they had done had cracked her marriage vows, she'd loved it. She felt her orgasm with her husband had ruined the moment, and she felt SHE had wronged him and and apologized, when, as a married woman, her dry humping with Frank was the act that was morally wrong. FUCK...She was crying because she thought she had upset him by letting her hubby get her off. This was fucking perfect.

"Think nothing of it. You were in a horrible situation and I'm sorry my attraction and feelings for you are so strong, and made the situation even more uncomfortable. But you had to know. I couldn't keep seeing you and hiding them. I couldn't keep going on...Without you knowing how perfect I thought you are...And without letting you know...That I'm falling in love with you. So I showed you with my body, not just for enjoyment, but to show you how my body responds to you as much as my heart. It was as perfect as I hoped. Nothing that happened after could have taken away the joy of feeling your body under me, and getting to show you how much I love you." He was quick to take some of the blame himself, showing how gracious he was. Chicks loved a guy who admitted they could be wrong. Throwing out that he was falling in love was the icing on the cake. He wanted her to believe he wanted her for more than just sex, and that his desire was out of his "love," for her. Shit, he didn't love her at all and never would. Loving her would get in the way of who he truly loved, himself.

She said quickly, "He wanted to come with me again, even though I didn't really want him to. I didn't want him being an interruption tonight, and I was worried you would be mad about...You know...I knew if you were mad then seeing him again tonight would make you even angrier. I was sure if he came again you'd believe that I didn't want you. I even feared you would think I was bringing him intentionally to keep us apart. I was so scared, I didn't know what to do. And then...Like a miracle...Then he just...Fell asleep...And I made sure I didn't wake him up...I snuck out as quietly as I could. I'm so nervous about what's going to happen when he wakes up. I'm so scared of how mad he's going to be but I had to be with you alone tonight. I just HAD to. My mother would be ashamed of me for doing what I'm doing but I can't help myself. I love the way you make me feel and the things you say to me when I'm alone with you."

She buried her face in her hands, thought of her favorite cat, and the memory of the death of fluffy little Jewelsysmooch brought her to tears to accompany her "terror."

"Shhh...Shhhh..." Frank soothed her. He took advantage of the opportunity to wrap his arms around her and make physical contact for the first time. If he cared, he might have felt guilty that he was further manipulating the fragile, broken Amanda into cheating on her husband with him and becoming a killer again by lying about how deep his feelings were for her just so he could bring her here for a long-term fuck and to improve Legion's standing in the realm to whoever was the boss. But he didn't care. He didn't care one fucking bit about her feelings. He relished this weakness. Her weakness made her stupid and was making her love him and he would fuck her until his dick was sore. He'd fuck her after every trial and make her leave on some of the clothes that were splashed with the blood of her husband and the other rubes as he got his rocks off in her. THAT would be fucking hot, because that was how he was going to shape her. He his his irritation as Amanda whined about her home life. That was her mistake, but a mistake he was willing to correct because the bitch was too hot to not keep for himself.

"I wish I didn't have to live in fear of his rage and walk around on eggshells all the time. It's so HARD spending every waking moment terrified I'll do something wrong and make him mad. Even though I know coming here was the right decision, Even though I know that after, it's going to be totally worth it, I know when I get back he's going to make me stand in the corner for hours. He said he doesn't hit women, so that's how he punishes me for upsetting him. He said I'm lucky, when his mom made his dad angry, he would hit her with his belt. He said he's not that heartless, because I'm special, but I need to learn, so his punishment is making me stand in a corner until my legs are shaking. He didn't know what happened the last time when we were both here, but he punished me anyway. He timed how long I was standing there on his watch. I got called to a trial after I'd been standing for two hours, and after I failed and died and came back, he made me stand there for four hours more!"

She sobbed into his chest. Christ, Amanda thought, it's like I'm auditioning for a bad soap opera.

Frank let her cry like an infant. Wow. So much clicked into place. Even in her mental state, physical abuse would eventually be too much for her. But she'd been trained to please him, and like all controlling men, Jake had to come up with a way to make Amanda remain completely compliant, and eager, to make him happy. Creating such a simple, but effective punishment for displeasing him was pure genius. She'd be left for hours with nothing to do but stand there and think about her failures, and after, he'd ingratiate himself to her by saying how lucky she was he didn't treat her like his father treated her mother. And so she'd convince herself that what he was doing was okay, because he was making it clear to her that he could do much worse to her. Fuck, in different circumstances, Frank would want him to be his friend.

He wrapped his arms around her. "All that matters is that you want me and need me so much that you came back alone. Even though you knew when he found out that he'd put you in a corner again, you were compelled to sneak out and come back to me...You did it because you realized that no matter what, you need me just as much as I need you, and nothing he could do could be worse than not allowing things to happen between us, right?" There we go, let it seem he was waiting with baited breath to hear if she wanted to let him fuck her. He wished he didn't have to slow dance, or he'd already be doing it by now. Why did hot women need to be emotional cunts?

She nodded against his chest. "Even though my legs were hurting, I kept thinking about how you were here all alone, wishing I was here with you. About how you wouldn't make me stand in a corner for my mistakes. Thinking about you helped get me through the ache. I was thinking of how wonderful it felt when you were on top of me. It got me through it all...Because I know you do it because of the way...You feel about me. You touch me because you like me, because you can't help yourself. You think about me all the time because...You're really falling in love with me. You really can't help but want to lay on top of me like you did, and feel our bodies that closer together." She pressed her head under his chin.

Oh, Amanda, You may be even dumber than those two in the cabin, Frank thought. But she was BUYING it. She was actually buying it. Oh man, this night could not be going any better. Aloud, he said, "But you married Jake. He must touch you like that too. He touches you because he loves you the way I do...Doesn't he?"

"He said he did. And in the beginning, he seemed like he did. But then...It was like a switch flipped inside him. Then he started being controlling. The first warning signs started almost immediately after I got permission to leave my realm and move in with him."

Frank nodded to himself. That was the pattern, lure them with sweetness, then once you had them locked in, gag them with salt. He'd done similar with Julie and Susie, to fucking AMAZING effect. Shit, after he got her to fuck him, he got her to break up with Joey the next fucking DAY. And fuck did it stroke his ego knowing that every time he fucked her, Joey could hear him doing it in his cabin but still revered Frank as his leader.

"When I unpacked my things from my other realm, he started complaining about the shabby clothes I had. He told me no wife of his was going to embarrass him in public wearing anything like that. It affected me so much I almost asked for permission to return to my old realm. But I couldn't leave him and be alone again. I knew that would be worse. As the days and weeks went by, and after I'd confessed everything about myself to him completely...He'd talk about how lucky I was that he settled for me. A trailer trash ex-junkie murderer. He said I needed to improve myself to make me worthy of being with him, and to earn the right to be married to him. And so I did, and every time it's not enough, I try harder. He's right. He comes from a wealthy family and even after I got on my own...I used to live in an awful apartment getting high. I've never had money, I've never had anything but drugs and homicidal tendencies. I mean...Can you imagine how embarrassing it would be if the other survivors found out that the rich and successful Jake Park married someone like me, who was complete garbage? I HAD to change."

Amanda's breath was shaky. She seemed near tears. "But it's so hard. I mean I like some of the improvements I've made in myself. If feel better than I did when all I focused on was my rage and killing them, but it's hard to keep doing them and trying being perfect. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I'd married someone who grew up in a tough environment like I did. Maybe that guy wouldn't demand I be perfect and punish me because I'm not."

Frank was again finding himself amazed with how Jake had seen what Frank had after she'd finally started to trust him and opened up at the fire. Jake had quickly realized that not only was she hot and fuckable, but that she was clay he could mold into the perfect statue. Or at least try to. But now the demands of being perfect were breaking her enough to make her think about what it would be like if she had someone who could understand her clearly, who had grown up in a tough life like she had.

Frank had lived that kind of life, and now he had another in with her. With a few gentle nudges, she'd remember his personal story, which would make him appear like the man that she sometimes wished she could now be with. And he relished now the knowledge that she'd once been a completely mindless killer. He couldn't wait to put her back in that mindset, and making Frank the only other thing she worried about other than slaughter.

Amanda was working hard with her ramblings to make sure everything Frank said and did was because he believed he was in control. Still, she was amazed at her improvisational skills. She hadn't been sure where she was going. As she spoke she was reviewing what she was saying to try to poke holes in it herself, but could not. The corner standing bit was a nice touch that she'd thought of on the spot. Frank had slid a little closer to her, so it was working, it seemed. Still, she had to laugh. Anyone who knew Jake would roll in hysteria at her description of him as a faux controlling Marquis de Sade.

"I understand, Amanda. I mean, I grew up going house to house, trying to find parents who loved me, but after I got there, they never did. I dabbled in drugs. Maybe not to the extent you did...But I felt like my self worth was nothing. I'd have loved to have met a girl like you then, who wouldn't judge me, a girl who had faults, like I did, and we could get over them together with our love. But then I came to the realm, and I thought I may not ever get the chance...Then I met you. I need you. I want to heal you. I want to make you experience things you you never thought were possible. Tonight...It's just the start."

And there it was. Casting himself as her ideal. A man with faults who understood her own, and wouldn't make her change. It worked.

She shifted closer to him and said, "Why couldn't I have met you sooner? I feel like you're the first man I've ever talked to who really sees me for who I am and really doesn't care about any of it. It feels like knowing who I truly am has made you love me even more. You haven't asked me once to make any kind of changes in myself." Amanda buried her head in her hands and tears came again. "But...I truly am garbage. I can clean myself up, but the fact is, it's always a part of me. I'm sure you see it in me. I don't belong with Jake. I don't belong with anybody. I don't deserve a man to love me the way you do. Sometimes I wish that I was still all alone, still the garbage that no amount of make up and clothing can cover up the stink of. But I'm stuck. I'm married now.

He took her hands away from her face and manipulated her further. "Stop. Quit calling yourself that. I've never seen it in you once. I've NEVER looked at you as garbage. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I felt you were special. And then when you opened up to me...I realized, you're who I always wanted in a relationship, even being as young as I am. You've been hurt like I have, you've suffered like I have. Every day since you first came here, I've thought over and over again about how I wish I could hold you, let you know that you're beautiful, and wonderful, and I care about you. I've wanted to make you see and feel that I think you're perfect just as you are, and just...Make you stop hurting all the time. I've wanted to love you and wanted so much for you to love me back and be mine."

FUCK, Amanda thought. This guy was good. In the right situation he could probably sweet talk the pants right off of anyone. It was almost fortunate for the real world that he'd been taken to the realm as he was. He was an absolute predator. By the time he was 40 his actions would have probably been the subject of an episode of Dateline if he'd been on Earth to do what he was doing here.

Frank made sure he was staring at her with what he hoped was want in his eyes. He almost had her. He could feel it in her body, the way she was pressing herself to him. Frank was practically jumping for joy. But he knew the marriage vows she'd made, even to an asshole, were still holding her back from throwing him on his back and mounting her himself. But he knew what Jake had done to get her with his threats to abandon her. Now he could do the same thing. "I shouldn't be saying this. I'm such a piece of shit, professing my feelings to a married woman like this. I'm making your life even harder than it already is. I'm so sorry. I should go. Claudette can come when she wants, maybe it's best you stay away from here from now on so you don't have to struggle with things. I'll survive."

He started to get up but Amanda clung to him desperately. "No! Please...Please stay. It's okay. Please. Please...Don't leave me. Don't abandon me. I can't deal with that I just CAN'T."

Frank pretended to hesitate, then settled back in beside her. Amanda stared blankly at the fire. "It is hard. I mean, my mom stayed married to a man that beat us both, because divorce just wasn't a thing, it wasn't accepted by the church she went to. When you married, at least at the time I was growing up, it was for life, and no matter what, you kept that union, it was the way I was brought up." Amanda scrunched her face up in faux anguish. "I swore to myself when I got married I wouldn't make the same mistake she did. And then what happened! I did it too! And now I'm married to a man that only wants me if I'm exactly up to his expectations. He hurts me every day with his words!"

Back to thinking about Jewelsysmooch. That poor fluffy cat. She remembered how it had been when she'd found her by the curb and sobbed.

"I feel so alone, Frank. I mean I really am. The survivors don't know me, so they're not really friends, my husband is only interested in me when he wants to parade me around or fuck me or make me feel like shit for being trailer trash. I get chased by killers, it's horrible. I get no support. None. Everything about my fucking life right now is horrible. I cry myself to sleep at night because everything hurts. I hurt, Frank. I hurt all the time. I want to stop hurting so fucking much. I want someone to hold me and kiss me and love me and tell me it's going to be alright, that I'm going to be alright. Why have I made my life entirely awful?!"

"There's nothing about your life right now that is good?" Frank pounced, and finally believed that he was about to catch his prey.

"Not until recently. Not until...Well, you." Amanda allowed herself to play right into his hands.

"So see? You're wrong. You're not alone. You're never alone now that you found me. I understand you...I know I love you. I know I care about you. Maybe...It was destiny. I mean the two of us, both broken, finding each other in the way we have. I thought I'd never find anyone who was as broken as I was, and then I met you. And I'm telling you, Amanda. It was the happiest day of my life. Fuck...It breaks my heart to see you hurting like this. I want to love you. Heal you. Let me love you. Let me show you how. I know it's against marriage but...I also know it's right. When two people feel as strongly about each other as we do...It's okay for them to show each other. Show me. Show me how much you love me. Please."

So close, Frank thought. So fucking close. She was staring into his eyes, like she suddenly had been awakened.

God...DAMN. I mean, Amanda knew she was basically playing right into him with her own lies so he could say exactly what he needed to say to make him think he was getting her to jump into his bed, but even if it was with another girl, his sincerity in his manipulation would hands-down make anyone putty in his hands. Amanda allowed her eyes to fill with sudden wonder. She said, "You really mean that, don't you? If I give myself to you...If we share each other's bodies...You really believe that it will heal me."

One more push. "I do. It's depressed me for the past three weeks when you've gone away from me. When I saw you tonight, my heart literally soared, Amanda. There's something you need to know about me. It's something I've wanted to tell you from the start. There's something in me. An energy, I guess you could say. It came to me when I came to this realm. I know I kill, but the Entity forces me too. What I really want to do is heal broken women. Julie and Susie, they had hard lives too. But over time, I've healed them. It's a process you might find strange, but I do it. Because even though I'm forced to be a killer, I feel like when I share my healing energy...It makes up for the bad I do. I want nothing more in this world than to share my healing energy with you."

Healing energy? What the fuck? She shook the thought away. Do or die time, Amanda You've passed the point of no return. She kept her eyes full of wonder and said, "You are the most wonderful man I've ever met. You know that if we share our bodies and profess our love physically, that you can heal me?" Frank nodded. Amanda pretended to hesitate a moment, then she said, "Then take me. Show me how much you love me and I'll show you how much I love you. Heal me, Frank. I want to be healed by you. I need to be healed by you."

He had her. She kept staring at him as he slowly lowered his lips to hers. When they met, she pushed into him, needy, full of longing. Frank could feel how desperate she was to feel any kind of true affection, and Frank put everything he had into the kiss to make her believe he felt the same way, and gave it to her. He'd worked hard, not as hard as he thought he'd have to, but still, harder than he'd ever had before. Now the hard work was finally going to pay off. He held up two fingers. He didn't even have to watch. He knew Julie and Susie would hurry over to his cabin. If she believed he could "heal" her, she'd get over being watched while he fucked her.

As he kept manipulating her with his "true affection," Amanda let Frank push her to the ground as he kissed her. He parted her thighs with his knee and laid on top of her, grinding into her like he had the other night. She kept kissing him hungrily. She was like someone starving, given access to a buffet. Christ she was a lonely, needy bitch. He'd finally said the right combination of words to forget about her marriage, forget about everything but letting Frank "heal" her. She was dumb just like the rest.

Jesus, I hope this is fucking over with soon, Amanda thought disgustedly. Not even that pit of dirty needles was as horrifying as having this filthy dog rubbing himself all over me.

When he felt like he'd given Julie and Susie enough time, he pulled her to her feet as she stared at him. Amanda decided to make her eyes appear that she was in some sort of trance. Much like his body on her felt like a sloppy dog, so did his kissing. Her stomach turned as she steeled herself for what was going to come next. She almost wished Claudette and Joey would come back early, so she had another week to psych herself up for it, but they did not appear, and Amanda knew they wouldn't for a while.

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The Entity avoided putting its gaze anywhere near the cabin. Not once had Morrison even thought its name.

Amanda had even unwittingly given him a clue, when she lied about the way she'd entered the survivor realm. While she had not mentioned it's name specifically, she had clearly told Morrison she received permission to enter the realm, and clearly said that she had considered "Asking for permission to return to her realm." Morrison had not once asked himself who or what she'd asked for the permission to join the survivors ranks or who she would have asked for the same permission to leave. He didn't even stop to wonder if it was the...Doorman she'd asked for permission.

Hackles rising, the Entity sat, and waited.

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Amanda followed with her head down and she was mentally psyching herself up with each step for what was about to happen once she entered that cabin.

But even as she had done so, she couldn't have been even remotely prepared for what was waiting for her behind the door. She entered the room, and found Susie and Julie sitting on either side of the head of the bed with their legs tucked under them. The bed was surrounded by lit candles of various sizes. What the fuck was this? A Manson cult threesome?

She hid her confusion as Frank took her face in his hands and said, "The healing energy can only be shared if we connect our bodies. I must be inside you. By showing our love physically, it will allow me to fill you with my healing energy. Do you understand?"

Oh for fuck's sake. He was actually trying to convince her he had to fuck her to heal her. This was the best he'd come up with? Besides, she'd already agreed to let him fuck her. Did he need to throw in this extra energy bit for his own ego? Make her see how great he was? I mean, she knew that psycho with Heaven's Gate had convinced his own followers they had to kill themselves to meet the aliens but still. Let me fuck you so I can heal you? Did anyone actually believe this shit?

In for a penny, in for a pound. Amanda nodded, still trance-like, serene.

"Susie and Julie knew the first time I expelled my energy in you, it would be a special occasion, and wished to witness it. Can you...Cope with that?"

It took everything Amanda had in her not to roll her eyes. There was that answer. These two girls believed it. He'd convinced them that he put his energy in them by fucking them. Good fucking God. She glanced at them and saw their own faces were genuinely serene in anticipation that Frank was going to fuck her in front of them.

No, Amanda had to know their ages first. "He told me you have been healed, and I believe. You look so much younger than me. I'm 30," she lied.

In tandem, Julie and Susie both said, "We're 18." Then Julie said, "Oh we're so sorry it's taken you so long to find Frank and be healed by him."

Good. She definitely wouldn't have been getting naked in front of them if they'd told her they had been fucking minors. Ugh. The tone of Julie's voice...The reverence to Frank...It made Amanda's skin crawl. She turned back to Frank, filling her eyes with pretend desire and need and said, "Of course they may view this momentous occasion. You are the healer, and I am in your home, and hands. I can't wait much longer. I need to be healed. I've needed to be healed completely for so long..."

The three of them shared happy glances among themselves as Amanda stood waiting. Frank felt like a kid at Christmas. This was going fucking better than he'd ever dreamed of. Earlier, he was worrying about once again being disappointed, now not only was he going to get to fuck Amanda, but because she was letting Julie and Susie watch, he was going to be their fucking hero too. Fuck he was good.

Frank pulled Amanda's top over her head. She wore no bra. Finally seeing her tits hanging and free was a dream come true. They were truly huge for a woman as short as she was, now that he finally saw them fully. There wasn't a bit of sag, and her nipples were perfect. What was more, he could tell they were completely natural. She'd been blessed with perfect fucking tits. He was practically drooling.

Amanda pulled something from the pocket of her shorts and held it tightly in her hand as Frank unbuttoned them and slid them down her legs, along with her panties. She let him pull her legs out of them, sliding her feet from her sandals as he did so. Up close, he noticed she wore a toe ring on each foot, and around her right ankle was a gold bracelet. Fuck, he loved chicks that bedazzled their feet.

Amanda was now completely naked, and in his cabin. It was everything he could have asked for and more. His dick got rock hard in an instant as he saw every piece of her, unhindered by her clothing. She stared back at him in need and lust as he looked at her breathtaking body.

Julie and Susie had gorgeous bodies too, but they were still underdeveloped completely in their youth. The additional 12 years Amanda had on them, plus the obvious way she'd taken care of her body into adulthood showed. The tits, far bigger than both Julie and Susie. Her stomach as small, flat and toned as theirs. The tan, the legs, smooth, toned, and plenty long, even though she was a shorter woman, even the glimpse he could see of her ass showed him that everything about her body was fucking amazing. Her facial features weren't stunningly beautiful, but still beautiful with the sensuous lips and the eyes that drew you in. But when you added in the perfect body, she was a complete, gorgeous package.

She could literally be a model. And as he looked for the telltale signs of whiteness on her skin from a bathing suit, and saw none, he realized the complete truth. When she tanned, she'd done it naked. Her entire body was uniformly golden brown. He finally let himself glance between her parted thighs as she stood. Even her pussy was gorgeous. He looked at her sensuous nether lips and then above, and his dick somehow managed to get even harder when he fully realized her bush had been completely waxed or shaved. It was as tanned and smooth as the rest of her. He LOVED women who were smooth there.

I feel like a FUCKING piece of MEAT, Amanda thought. She felt like dying as she let him gawk at her with his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth. And when she opened her own to speak, she fucking hated herself for what she was about to say. She really fucking loathed herself. But she had to keep playing into him. She choked down the non-existent bile that rose in her throat and said, "Am I...Okay? Do you...Still want to heal me?" How many times had she said those things after she moved to the big city, needing to be assured by the guys that wanted to hit her and fuck her that she was pretty?

Frank of course had no idea what was going on in her mind. Goddamn, Frank thought. The woman was fucking perfect and she absolutely did not know it. I don't know if it was the God or Devil that brought you to me, but I'm thanking them both. He told her. "You are quite satisfactory. I could heal you over and over again."

Amanda's stomach turned. Yuck...I bet you could, you fucking arrogant piece of shit. She stared at him and said, "I'm so grateful I'm good enough to experience your healing power."

This was what it would have been like if she'd been cast in a badly-written porno. She knew it in that moment. None of them were well-known for plotting, but it gave her the same feeling, like the scenario been written by someone who hadn't even read the wiki page for what a cult actually was. In another moment, she wondered if Frank would say he was there to 'heal her plumbing deeply.'

How could these girls be so stupid? But even then, she answered herself. They were young and impressionable, and his manipulation skills were off the charts. She'd already admitted to herself that they would be good enough to dupe any girl into fucking him, even her when she'd been feeling at her lowest. But being teenagers, they were even more easily duped into buying a lie that would have made someone just a little bit older immediately call Frank out on his BS. He'd had a fair amount of time to brainwash them to his will as well, unlike her. Because of that extra time alone with him, she knew the two girls believed every word.

She'd only had brief interactions with him up to now, not daily, for years, like Susie and Julie. She was also 36, a cynic, and had been with enough shitty guys to instantly peg Frank as one. The overboard story worked on the young and impressionable, but since she'd been around the block a few times, she didn't believe a word of his fucking bullshit, and fuck was it hard to make herself seem like she was a complete fucking idiot to make Frank believe that she was believing every lie he told her.

The group of Legion, up to now, had just seemed to have elements of a cult. But now, seeing the candles, the bed, the two fawning girls, Amanda now realized it truly was a cult. It had a small following, but it was a cult nonetheless. Her mind briefly reflected on the horror stories of the antics of Manson, Jones, and Koresh. Among their many crimes was their habit of claiming the women, married or not, among the cult for their sexual gratification. Did they do things like Frank was doing now? Spread lies about being connected to God, or having some amazing power they could only give to them through sex? Is that why the women in those camps willingly gave themselves to the evil fuckers as Frank had attempted to do to her?

Amanda had never been in a cult, so she just didn't know. She'd been a recruit and a follower of John, but even now that she realized that a lot of the things John had trained her to do were evil, the way he personally behaved around her make him a fucking saint compared to Frank. John's affection was never anything more than fatherly. So fatherly she'd practically adopted him as her dad. Were John still alive, and were he here to witness what Frank was attempting to do to his Amanda...She knew beyond all doubt that the trap John would have had for him would have been vicious in retaliation. He might have been enraged enough to break his own code, and make Frank's trap unwinnable.

Frank was obviously eager to move things along, and remove her ability for a sudden change of heart and a quick exit. He lowered her to the bed and she laid on her back. Hating herself again, she let her legs spread open and exposed her pussy, because she knew that was what he expected of her now. She wasn't horny at all. But as she watched Frank stare at her, she could tell he could have cum right then and there. How he couldn't sense the complete and total disgust she had for him she would never know. Maybe she should have tried her hand at showbusiness.

Frank snapped his fingers as he stood there. "Susie, come forward and prepare me."

Oh my fucking god. Was she going to fluff him? Her complete disgust turned to almost hysterical disbelief. She wanted to fucking bust out laughing at how ridiculous this whole situation had spiraled into being, and it took a great deal of effort to keep quiet. She'd come in here to fuck him to get him to ask her into Legion and he was turning it into some other-worldly religious experience. Or maybe it was just so she'd agree to let the two girls watch him fuck her. Whatever the reason, it was the weirdest fucking experience ever, and when you considered everything else that had happened to her, that was fucking saying something. When she collected herself, she decided it was time for the condoms. She could give them to him now and keep a straight, innocent face. It was time for her personal knife twist.

He may fuck my pussy, I may pretend to enjoy it, but he'll never take my petty fucking bitchiness.

As Susie started to undress him, to "prepare him," Amanda held up the condoms. "I...I'm terrified of becoming pregnant. Especially with a man out of wedlock. Would you..." She passed him the XL condom. "My husband wears them with me, he does not want children either. It's one of his. I wish to have a child with the right man someday, and I'm starting to believe that it should be you whose child I carry, but not now. I am unfit to be a mother until I find the man that can show me...My true path, and end me of my wedlock."

Amanda relished the flicker of uncertainty in Frank's eyes. Just because she was playing into his hands, didn't mean she wasn't going twist the fucking knife back, and do it while looking as innocent as a lamb. Let his ego deflate believing he had a dick far smaller than Jake's. As if on cue, Frank looked at the condom, and as Amanda intended, now was comparing his size to the massive cock that the condom indicated Jake was sporting. It was not only a point for her, but one for Jake as well.

He said hesitatingly, "I...Do not believe it will fit." He tried to hide his surprise at Amanda having handed him the condom and saying it was what Jake used. He knew the XL condoms were for guys who were massive. Jesus Christ, did he use his money for a big dick transplant? Did he want to sport a dick as big as the way he acted?

Amanda held up the regular-sized one. "There was this one too. I think he got it once in a bathroom by mistake." She really wanted to giggle as Frank took the other wrapped condom and believed her when she said he'd picked up a condom for a guy with a regular-sized dick by mistake.

He looked at the wrapper and flashed Amanda a lusty smile. "Perfect." But it wasn't. He hated condoms. Still, he'd pretend that he was a strong advocate for safe sex if it kept her relaxed and kept her leaving those sexy legs of hers spread and her pussy inviting and waiting for his dick.

Frank saw Julie open her mouth, and knew Julie was about to say that the power wouldn't transfer if he wore a condom and fuck up the plan he was already forming to get around it, and gave her a look to shut her up. Julie closed her mouth as quickly as she opened it.

He'd put it on. He'd just make sure it was nice and ripped before he put his cock in her. He didn't think she could get pregnant here, after all, he'd cum in Julie and Susie enough that if they were gonna get knocked up, they would have by now. But after everything she had done for him up to now, he'd do this little fucking thing for her in return because he knew he could completely get around it. Why waste time when he could just have Susie cut the fucking tip? He could try simply telling Amanda she couldn't get pregnant here, but if she didn't immediately believe him, it would sour the mood he wanted in her pussy, NOW. He'd tell her all that after he came in her...Well, a few minutes after. Susie had not said a single word, and as Frank looked in her eyes as she knelt before him, He could tell she was already anticipating what he was about to tell her.

He tore the wrapper off the condom and looked down at her, "Susie, prepare the condom so the energy will expel." he glanced at Amanda, and saw she had stopped watching, and was staring at the ceiling seeming in anticipation.

In actuality, she was regrettably on the same page as the asshole standing arrogantly in front of her. She was making sure she wasn't watching him so he could easily fuck with the condom like she knew he was planning to do before he'd even taken it out of the fucking wrapper. It made her hate him that much more, knowing that if he'd been outside the realm, Frank would have been secretly saddling every woman who fucked him with the possibility of an unwanted pregnancy just because he wanted to cum in their pussies rather than a rubber. Frankly, she was surprised he was playing along at all by even bothering to put it on.

At Frank's words, Julie understood why he silenced her. Amanda was naïve, and did not fully understand the process. To make sure nothing worried her, he would seemingly do as he asked, while tampering with the condom so he could sneak the energy into her. Still, she felt terrible for Amanda. She was so fearful of unprotected sex resulting in a baby at the wrong time that she'd insisted on the gentle Frank, who cared deeply for her, wear something that would prevent him from filling her with his energy. She was so glad Frank had thought of this way to get his energy into her unabated. Once she felt it, she'd never ask Frank to wear a condom again.

As Frank stood there naked, Susie began unrolling the condom down his dick. He kept his eye on Amanda, but she kept staring at the darkened ceiling, completely oblivious. Dumb bitch. If he had possessed the ability to knock her up, it would have been her own fault for not paying attention. Susie slid her knife from her pocket and shoved the sharp point through the loose hanging flap of the condom's tip, then pocketed the knife and slid the condom down the rest of the way. The tip hanging loosely concealed the cut if she saw it before it was inside her.

Frank's heart was beating in excitement as he spoke to the gorgeous naked woman warming his bed. "Amanda. Are you ready?"

Amanda shifted her eyes back to him. Naked, she saw he was virtually hairless on his body. Pale. Skinny but some muscle tone. His cock, fully erect, was about six inches and a little skinnier than Jake's. At least Jake didn't have to worry about that, she noted. He wasn't anywhere near as hot as her husband, but he wasn't physically ugly, but Frank's personality certainly was, and it lessened his already barely-average appeal. To the uninformed, he would look alright. To her, she felt like she was looking at a slimy troll.

Frank was staring at her, waiting for her response. As she felt the physical revulsion swarming through her body, she thought, No, she wasn't ready. Not at all, but it was far too late to turn back now. Hiding her disgust, she said, "Yes. Please. Please, Frank." She hated herself more than she ever had in her life.

Susie slid back up onto the bed, rejoining Julie who was laying comfortably on top of the mattress beside the pillows. Amanda laid her head back and felt another wave of disgust as she realized Frank's pillow hadn't been "washed" in quite some time. It smelled like a sweaty asshole. She felt his hips brush the insides of her thighs as Frank got between her legs.

Frank hovered over her entrance. He made sure she wasn't looking, then forced the cut end of the condom over the head of his cock, heaving it fully exposed. Oh yeah, baby, thought Frank. You are leaving here with all my cum dripping out of you. If Jake saw it or could smell it, maybe she'd be back at the camp tonight for good. Frank wondered what her punishment would be if he knew she'd fucked Frank behind his back. It definitely wouldn't be standing in a corner. It might get physical, which was okay with Frank. If he hit her, it would remind her of her daddy and drive the wedge in between them even faster. He pressed the unprotected head of his cock against her soft pussy lips. His dick was actually trembling in his anticipation.

For Amanda, it turned out to be a very good thing that Jake had made love to her to calm her before she came here. She still wasn't turned on in the slightest, and she found herself feeling like she did when she was in drug withdrawal and laying in bed as some loser got on top of her so he could use her and she could earn her next Heroin hit. Her pussy was not dripping in anticipation as it was when she waited for Jake to fill her with his cock. The entire experience from the time she'd come to the camp to now had been slowly drying her pussy into an arid desert. The leftover wetness of Jake's sperm saved her somewhat from the intense pain she was about to experience next.

With no warning at all, Frank stabbed the head of his cock into her entrance and without even making sure she was even remotely wet or turned on. He finished the move by ramming his dick in her all the way in one quick motion. She let out a gasp of pain as he pulled her drying pussy open to accommodate his dick's intrusion, scraping and pulling apart the tender skin inside of her. Once he had penetrated her fully, the pulling and scraping inside of her continued painfully as he started quickly thrusting into her seemingly as fast as he could. Her pussy eventually started getting wet and easing the pain of his onslaught, but it was virtually in self-defense.

He kept his quick pace, moaning and groaning. His fucking method was about what she'd expected, and she started faking the noises she knew he'd want to hear, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of fake screams of sexual pleasure. If he'd been hoping she'd wildly scream like a porn star, tough fucking shit. In reality, she wanted to just lay there, limp and silent. He should be fucking grateful she was making an effort to pretend at all.

Frank's form continued to remain sloppy and completely unsensual. Amanda initially sensed that Frank was a guy who watched a lot of porn and thought that fucking a girl as fast as he could was the way he believed real people actually enjoyed having sex. But as he continued, she realized that was wrong. It was far more simple. He wanted to cum, and didn't care of she enjoyed it in the slightest as he worked to reach his own orgasm. She would bet that Susie and Julie hadn't had an orgasm from him fucking them for a long fucking time, if they ever had at all.

No wonder he created the whole 'energy" bullshit, Amanda realized with disgust. It wasn't for his fucking ego at all. He'd actually taken the time to come up with a fucking way to hide the fact he was just using them, and Amanda to get himself off, when in actuality he was just an inexperienced, lousy fucking lay.

Since he couldn't read Amanda's mind, and since her faked sounds of pleasure were totally convincing to a guy who thought only of himself when fucking, Frank had no clue that Amanda thought he sucked, and instead was in hog heaven. She was so tight, so hot. Her pussy was wrapped around his cock like a fucking glove. She was definitely as tight as Susie and Julie, maybe even tighter. No small feat after she had to force that painful baseball bat of her husband inside her. Maybe she did exercises to keep herself nice and snug. Or maybe the healing magic or whatever of this place restored her tightness after it was stretched out. Who gave a shit?

As he continued his rapid fire thrusting into her, getting more and more turned on, and gasping and moaning even louder, Frank knew one thing. She was absolutely, hands down, the hottest woman he'd ever fucked. While he hadn't fucked a ton of pussies, hers was absolutely the greatest. Susie had been the best of the two between her and Julie, but now that he was finally experiencing her, Amanda was way better than Susie by a mile. It wasn't even close.

And, she was married. He was inside another man's fuckhole right how. He looked at her arms, splayed out above her head, and could see the diamond ring on her finger shining in the candlelight. He had manipulated and seduced another man's wife, and now he was gloriously enjoying the sensation of fucking her as Jake was back in their cabin, asleep and completely oblivious. The fact that her husband was a manipulator made fucking Amanda that much sweeter. Frank had outmanipulated him, seduced Amanda, and was now going to fuck and finish stealing his trophy wife from him.

After tonight, he knew HAD to put everything he could into getting her to move into his camp, because once she did, he was going to fuck her at least three times a day, maybe more. And then he was going to rub Jake's nose it it in the trials before Frank killed him. When she started killing him too, it was going to be a total mindfuck for the asshole. He made grand plans for what he was going to do after she moved here.

After he gave Amanda three fucks a day, Julie and Susie could have whatever was left. They were stupid, they'd easily accept it. They were plenty fine, but Amanda was fucking a goddess. She felt so good under him, She felt so good it was like she BELONGED under him, and she was obviously well-experienced in sex. The way she gasped and moaned as he rode her was making his dick tingle in ways he'd never before experienced.

Based on how loud she was getting, he knew he was the best fuck she'd ever had. He had no doubts she'd forgotten about her dumbass husband completely, due to how great he was in bed. He'd awakened the whore in her, and he knew she'd absolutely be both willing and eager to fuck him several times a day now. He was going to keep her in his cabin, and she would sleep with him in his bed. Every night, he'd fall asleep with his dick in her.

As Frank used her to get himself off, Amanda felt something pop in her pussy, and knew the condom had broken the rest of the way. She kept her eyes closed, but she was filled with disgust as the small sensation drove home the fact that he was going to eventually cum in her. She knew she'd never have been able to deny him anyway, but knowing that his...Was going to be left inside of her when he was done, and that she'd have to feel it as she walked the sizable distance back to her cabin made an already terrible experience even worse. Once she was home, she knew she'd have to clean out the disgusting spunk he left in her almost immediately, or she'd lose it entirely. Please let it be in my toiletry bag.

Frank had felt the condom pop too, and looked down at where it was now raggedly curled at the base of his cock. He looked up at Amanda's face, but her head was laying on his pillow, and her eyes were closed as she gasped and moaned. She hadn't noticed at all. Good. It heightened his arousal even more. His dick was now completely unprotected inside this hot, married woman's pussy. He knew it, and she didn't. He looked at Julie and Susie and winked, letting them know the tampering had worked and there was nothing to interfere with him expelling his "energy" into her. They shared a glance and smiled.

Just when Amanda thought the experience couldn't get any weirder, she felt both her hands grabbed. She opened her eyes. Julie held her left hand tightly and Susie held her right. They stared down at her serenely, and once again she was almost stricken with gales of laughter. It was so fucking bizarre it was actually funny. Frank was completely using her just to get off, and these two brainwashed girls actually thought they were sharing in some sort of amazing ceremony. Fuck they needed serious help. Was Dr. Carter also a psychiatrist? If not, maybe the electroshock therapy he knew could break them if their brainwashing.

If Amanda had been able to read their thoughts in that moment, she'd have realized how right she was. Julie and Susie kept their hands tightly around Amanda's. Frank had signaled them that he'd managed to free himself from the confines of the condom completely, and Amanda would soon feel all of his healing energy expelled into her. They felt relieved. Holding her hands would connect them to her and make them all one when he did. Tonight, they became sisters with her, and both of them couldn't be happier.

Frank leaned over, sucking and biting her tits roughly. Amanda forced herself not to wince. It felt about as good as the fucking...Completely horrible. Her nipples raised in protest and pain, not arousal.

Frank kept biting and sucking at her tits. Fuck they were SOOOO fine. After she was at the camp, he decided he was going to make her go topless so he could look at them all the time, and just stop and squeeze and lick and suck on them whenever he wanted.

He felt tingling in his balls and knew he was close. He was going to fucking cum in her. His heart was about to blow up in his chest from excitement. Three long weeks he'd waited for this moment. Three long weeks he'd worked her over for it, and the moment was finally here. He'd gotten to finally fuck the hell out of the hot, married bitch, and now he was going be able to savor the sweet sensation of her hot wet pussy wrapped around his cock as he emptied his balls deeply inside of her.

He really hoped she'd be shocked and scared. He wanted to see the worry in his face that he might have impregnated her tonight. It would be his payback for last week, when she'd cum from Jake fingering her in front of him. He wasn't pissed about it really, but her insistence on the condom now gave him a chance in the moment for some petty revenge anyway. But he wouldn't want to ruin the afterglow for too long. He'd let her flap in the wind for few minutes worrying that now she might end up pregnant with his kid, so he could then placate and soothe her and tell her what he already knew, that she couldn't get pregnant here. Why that was, he didn't know, or care. Fucking magic.

It would be the first of Frank's mind games. The first of many he had in store for her. After she went through all of what he was planning to to do her...Hell, she might end up even more fucked up then she had been when Jake owned her. It might break her will completely. He could almost see her, wandering around the camp like a robot, until he ordered her to get her clothes off and get on his goddamn dick and she followed Frank's command and did as she was programmed by him to do.

Frank laid his body weight fully on Amanda, and dropped his head beside hers. She could hear him grunting, panting, and moaning like a dog in her ear. There was literally nothing sexy about him at all. She was just ready for it to be over. As he got closer he started pounding into her so hard it was painful, and she started moaning for real, from the pain in generated through her. He banged his pelvic bone as hard as he could against hers, and his sweaty skin slapped against her own like clapping hands.

Best fuck of my life, Frank thought. This is the best fuck of my life. She's so fucking hot, holy fuck. Forget three times...Five times a day. He was going to walk around the camp constantly erect once she was here. Five times a day. He had to fuck her that many times. It was that fucking amazing. He could probably fuck her even more than that, but he'd need to give Susie and Julie a daily fuck still. He slammed his dick in her again and again, and for one brief moment wondered if he might be hurting her. But immediately his arrogance returned. Shiiiiiit. Who fucking cared? She was here to serve HIM, and damn if she hadn't done so with flying colors.

He actually felt the sperm of his orgasm building up. He was passing the point of no return. He could feel leave his balls as it started racing up his shaft. He'd edged himself for about two hours this afternoon, making sure he built up a big load in the hope that he'd get to do to her what he was doing now, and he was fucking proud of himself for doing so, because it was happening. He was going to fill her with so much sperm it would be like a flood in her pussy. She'd feel it drip out of her all night long.

He slammed himself into her as hard as he could, over and over, and Amanda was unable to stop her moans of pain from turning into cries of pain. but because of Frank's total arrogance, it just sounded like screams of pleasure to him. He pounded...And pounded...And yeeeeeellllleeeeedddd as he orgasmed. "FUUUUUUUCK YEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!"

Amanda could feel his dick twitching. Then she felt the sperm. She felt it POURING into her. There was so much her eyes involuntarily widened in shock. It felt like someone had stuffed a hose in her and then turned it on.

He looked at her face and saw that she hadn't expected to feel his cum in her. He smiled at her in satisfaction, savoring that he'd stealthed her, then he let his eyes closed again and he grunted and yelled even louder, in victory. He came and came in her, every muscle tensed in his orgasm. As he came, he kept making minor strokes with his dick and grinding his pelvis into hers, making sure he kept himself as deeply in her as he could. He wasn't going to let a single drop go to waste.

Amanda laid limply under him as he finished unloading his gallon of dirty spunk inside of her. She felt like shit, her pussy was raw and sore, and she wanted to hide her face under Frank's stinking pillow. It seemed like a full minute passed until his cock stopped twitching and spurting, and Amanda was in complete and total Hell. She'd been able to sense his gloating over "tricking her," every time his cock had spat more of himself in her pussy.

Finally, his balls had emptied, and Amanda finally allowed herself to begin to feel relief. Frank on the other hand savored how empty his balls now felt. He laid heavily on her, sweating and stinking. She hadn't been anywhere near close to an orgasm herself when he finally climaxed, not that she minded.

She was actually glad that it stirred no pleasure in her whatsoever. GLAD. She hated him with such intensity. She hated every fucking thing about him. Her faking of the noises and her movements had certainly convinced him she loved it, and that was enough. He was so wrapped up in getting off he hadn't even noticed her moans had been from pain as his fucking had gotten rough and violent. It was probably the worst sex she'd ever had, and she was totally grateful.

Frank didn't notice her disgust at all. He beamed as he rested his face next to her head. Holy fucking shit, Frank though. That was the best...THE BEST...fucking orgasm of my life. It felt even better than I thought it would. I could cum in her pussy every minute, forever, and it still wouldn't fucking be enough. You sold me, Amanda. Fuck the teens, you're the fucking A number one best fuck in the world, who cares if you're 30?

As the moments passed, Amanda considered her next move, she wasn't sure if she should act pissed that the condom broke, or happy. She laid there, bouncing between which reaction to choose as Julie and Susie stroked her face and hair with their free hands.

Before she could make a final decision, Frank suddenly rose on his elbows and grabbed her face in his hands, and made weird body and eye movements as he shuddered on top of her like he was having an epileptic seizure. He kept shaking and bouncing, holding his head above hers. It actually startled her. What the fuck was he doing? Could he be dying? Please?

"My...Energy...Is surging...Into you! Open your senses, Amanda. Open them all. What do you feel?"

I feel like a fucking idiot, she thought.

"Open them. Are they open, Amanda?" She nodded. "Feel me. Feel the energy emptying out of me and into you. Do you feel it. Now that the sperm is out of the way, my energy can now expel freely. Do you feel my energy surging into you? Do you feel it, Amanda?"

Right now, all she felt was an overwhelming desire to take a shower with bleach and a sandpaper washcloth. He was committed to selling her this complete bullshit energy thing all the fucking way. But she had a performance to give. She paused, then let her eyes widen in "shock," and suddenly shouted. "I DO. Oh my GOD. I feel it in me."

She definitely felt something in her. It wasn't really big, especially now that it was getting limp, and it was connected to a huge fucking asshole. Now that she'd seen it and felt it, she decided Frank's dick wouldn't make for a bad necklace charm after all.

Susie and Julie beamed. Susie said, "We felt it too, Frank. Just a little...But we felt it TOO!" They both touched her face and looked into Amanda's eyes. "We are connected to you now, and you are connected to us. Welcome, sister." Susie kissed her, and then Julie did as well. And even through everything, her bisexuality, long ago regressed by the sweet sensation of Jake's dick fucking her so well and so constantly, briefly surged through her before regressing once again. The feel of Susie and Julie's lips kissing hers was absolutely the the only mild enjoyment out of this entire fucking experience.

She found herself sick to her stomach. Jesus...It was just so goddamn depressing. Their "boyfriend" had just fucked another woman in front of them, and they had practically behaved like cheerleaders. Resolving this situation would be even harder now. If the wannabe-Koresh was gone, could they even save themselves, or would they completely fall apart once they no longer had them to control them and think for them? Maybe taking them to Dr. Carter wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.

Frank remained in an entirely different plane, completely convinced of his manipulation skills. Yes, feel my energy you fucking stupid cunt, Frank thought. Hook, line, and fucking sinker. The whole open the senses thing and his convincing stare and yelling had convinced this gorgeous bimbo that he really had energy shooting inside of her. He didn't know what the three of them actually felt, or if their minds simply convinced them they felt something. And you know what? He didn't fucking care. It just made it that much easier. He smiled in arrogant satisfaction. His balls were empty, and she was going home to her husband with her pussy filled to the brim with his sperm. And as hubby cussed at her for sneaking out on him, and punished her however, she'd keep feeling it running out of her. but she'd come back to him craving even more. She'd come back even quicker if he beat on her like he was now hoping he would.

First Julie, then Susie, and now Amanda. He was hands-down the best of the best when it came to manipulation. She ate from the palm of his hand tonight. And now that she had, he would make her continue eating from his hand until she choked on it. Say goodbye to your wife, Jake. You didn't deserve this little fuck machine in the first place, cocksucker.

To Amanda's secret, overwhelming relief, he finally got his sweaty ass off of her. He stood before the bed, and in the most unsorry voice she'd ever heard, he said, "Oh...No...The condom...It broke. Is that why you looked kinda shocked when I was cumming?" He pulled the ripped piece of rubber off of his dick.

Amanda really wanted to show him anger. Duh, genius. The only way I wouldn't have known it hadn't broken is if you fucked me while I was in a coma. Actually, of I'd been in a coma, that wouldn't have been half bad. I definitely would have enjoyed the experience of you more. She controlled herself and said, "Yes...I suppose so. It caught me by surprise...I don't know what I'm going to do if I get pregnant." She let her face fill with fake worry. If she'd thought for even a moment he could stick her with Frank Jr...Nope, she wouldn't have let him do it. The sickening feeling of his spunk squishing around in there and the sensation of it leaking from her was already too much to handle. Christ how fucking much had he cum? She felt like she was Anna Farris in "Scary Movie."

Frank hurried over to the bed and laid beside her, holding her left hand. "Baby...Baby...Don't be upset. It really doesn't matter that the condom...Broke...That's actually a really really good thing," Frank quickly lied.

And then, just when she thought he couldn't possibly do anything more to make him more of an asshole than he already was, he of course proved to her how wrong she could be. He put his fingers on her wedding ring and twisted it on her finger as he kept lying to her face.

"I didn't want to tell you this and upset you, so I decided to just get inside you and share my energy with you as best as I could before I told. Thankfully, the condom broke so it doesn't matter now, but...If the condom hadn't broke, It would have likely prevented my energy from entering you. It would have been held in the condom along with my sperm. With no barriers, and the freedom for my sperm to enter your body, it allowed my energy to expel deep inside of you right after, as you felt. And now that I've put my cum and energy into you, I can share with you something else. I'm positive pregnancy is not possible in this realm, so it's totally okay that I came in you. I mean I've done this same thing with Julie and Susie for a long time, and there hasn't been one pregnancy scare, right girls?"

Susie and Julie both leaned over to look in her face, and nodded. "We wish he could though," Susie said. "It makes us a little sad that we can't bear Frank's children." Julie nodded her head.

Amanda stared at them, speechless. Yes. Dr. Carter. NOW. With the sock therapy contraption, at least they'd really feel a surge of SOMETHING through them.

Fucking Frank being fucking Frank, he completely fucking ignored the two girls, and kept fucking twisting her fucking ring, the fucking asshole fucking prick cock sucking fucking piece of fucking shit son of a bitch...MOTHERFUCKER. She kept fucking feeling his fucking spunk running the fuck out of her fucking pussy and she had to fucking fight the fucking urge to desperately fucking dig it the fuck out of her with her fucking fingers. She didn't fucking know if she'd ever fucking feel fucking clean again even if she fucking dunked her fucking pussy in fucking acid.

Frank remained laser-focused on her eyes, and would have been surprised if he'd heard her thoughts to know that the word fuck could have been used so many times in a sentence describing him. She was buying it. She believed him. Just a twist or two more and he'd never have to worry about her asking him to wear a rubber ever again. "Now that you have felt the energy, and are beginning to feel it heal you, and now that you know it's impossible to get pregnant...You're glad the condom broke too, right?"

Amanda forced herself to nod. Frank raised her hand to his smiling lips, and kissed it. "So can we go without condoms from now on? I want no barriers between my dick and your pussy when I'm inside you. Now that you have my energy in you, if we use condoms, the effects will be lost. I don't mind condoms at all, but I'm thinking of you. I want to go without one so I can keep healing you..." He touched her face, "...Helping you..."

A sudden rage...A rage she hadn't felt since her years as the Pig, swept through Amanda's body. Enough was fucking enough. She wanted to fucking KILL him. She NEEDED to fucking kill him. RIGHT NOW. The FUCKING...LYING...PRIIIICK. For the first time since she'd entered the cabin, she realized the the knife was still strapped to her wrist. One fucking flick, blade out, slash. As the warm blood splashed over her from his slashed fucking jugular, she could use it to clean his disgusting fucking stink from her body. She was within an inch of doing it, an inch of losing her cool completely. She calmed herself with incredible fucking effort.

"I don't want to stop healing...I completely trust you. I know everything you've done tonight is to help me...And I feel so warm...So blessed...No condoms. I need you in me. I need your healing energy...I...I was stupid to even suggest it. I had no idea...It would have blocked your energy. I'm so...Sorry. I appreciate you going along with wearing one to help me relax...And I'm so glad now the condom broke. It's like fate intervened, and made it happen so I could feel your true gift inside me." She clenched her teeth and passed it off as a grin.

(I feel so fucking used, so fucking dirty. I fucking hating your fucking guts. I want to fucking butcher you, you no good fucking piece of fucking dogshit. You may think you're a fucking predator but you're not. I'm the fucking predator, and you fucked with me. You don't fucking belong here and I will do every fucking thing I have to for the Entity to get you the fuck out of here. I will fucking make you fucking pay for making me feel like this. I will make you fucking pay for making me feel like I'll never be fucking clean ever again. I will fucking wipe that fucking smug smile off of your face if it's the last fucking thing I ever fucking do. I will fucking ask the Entity to let me fucking cut off your pathetic dick before the Entity gets rid of you and I think it appreciates me enough to let me do it. I think it will maybe let me do it because I truly feel like it's a friend. I want to fucking stand over you holding your fucking pathetic dick in my fucking hand and let you fucking see it before you're fucking gone from this place completely)

Frank smiled, once again completely oblivious to the rage-filled thoughts rushing through Amanda's mind. It was done. They'd keep the sex as a simple affair for a few more visits, and then it would be time to bring her to him for good. He didn't look forward to only getting to fuck her once a week until then, but he needed to manipulate her further because it wasn't just sex he wanted her for when she joined his camp. he wanted her to kill for him too. And besides, after he went through this temporary dry spell, for the rest of his time here, he'd make up for it by fucking her five times a day.

Frank patted Amanda's shoulder. "We'd better get dressed before Claudette and Joey get back." He started pulling on his clothes, pleased and proud of himself. What a fantastic night.

Julie said, "But can't she stay?" She looked sad and dejected. Amanda hauled herself off the bed and forced herself to put her clothes on at a normal speed, rather than throw them on as she wanted. Yes Julie, she thought. Beg him to make me stay. Beg him to make me Legion. Help me fucking get rid of him by making him fucking invite me to join his fucking little sex cult right the fuck now. Please keep begging, Julie.

Frank said, "Well I haven't really had time to ask her." Frank looked at Amanda as she slipped on her shirt. "Now that we've had this experience...Now that you've felt how I feel about you...Would you consider leaving Jake and living with us in the camp? Obviously I'm not inviting you right now. Maybe in a couple more weeks so you have a bit more time to prepare. But I know deep in my heart it would be better for you here. Jake could no longer mistreat you. I could fill you with my energy daily, rather than once per week, and give you the tenderness and affection you're currently lacking. Would you come to me and stay with me here if I eventually ask you?

FUCK! Was he reading into her fucking mind? Is that why he seemed to be purposely avoiding saying ANY of the fucking things he needed to that would get his ass kicked the fuck out of here? You make me wanna scream in complete fucking frustration. Come on...Ask me to be a Legion. Come on...The sooner you do, the sooner the Entity said you'll have crossed the line so far it gets rid of you. Come on...Come ON...Ask me to be a FUCKING Legion. COME THE FUCK ONNNNNNN.

But he didn't ask. He didn't invite her to move to the camp. He didn't ask her to become a Legion, and he didn't offer to train her once more to be a killer. He just fucking STARED. Defeated, but knowing she had to keep up appearances, she said quietly, "I think I would...When you felt the time was right."

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK

Oh, Amanda, Frank thought, if I could, I'd send Claudette away and spend the rest of the night fucking you. But I have more manipulating to do. I have to make you crave me even more so you will welcome the idea of becoming a Legion when I make the suggestion to you, even if it's just to please me at first. Then I will do it. Then you're mine. I'll treat you just the same as your shitty husband did, but I won't stand you in a corner, so you'll love me for it. You'll think it's a gift, because you're so fucking gullible. I'll be no better than him, I'll just hide it better. You'll be convinced you can't live without me, and that I'm the greatest man in the world, and the only difference between me and your husband will be that I'll fuck you much more, and not wear a fucking condom doing it, you stupid fucking whore.

Frank said, "I'm thrilled to know that you'd come here, if I ask you."

They were both dressed. "You may return to your cabin." Susie and Julie nodded and walked out the door. Frank looked at her. "I may have other plans for you as well. Perhaps we'll be able to revive some of the things you've kept buried inside you for so long. Perhaps when you come you'll be more than just the woman I love."

So close. He'd almost...ALMOST, told her he wanted to make her a member of Legion. But he hadn't quite said it. The game would have to continue. But the rage she felt building up in her fueled her. She WANTED the Entity to wait. She WANTED to hear him ask her. She WANTED to let him believe that he had manipulated her into joining him. She'd wait until the last possible moment to reveal she never intended to be with him and become a Legion, EVER. It would break him that much more, and make his downfall all the more sweeter, when he realized she'd played him the whole time. She'd definitely make sure he knew how awful he was at sex just to stick the knife in and break it off.

Frank snapped his fingers and Amanda was able to allow her face to twist in rage briefly as she followed him at the door. They sat quietly by the fire. Frank was basking in the afterglow. He thought of the old Bill Murray movie, "Groundhog Day." If he could, he'd definitely relive this night, over and over. He stared at her, smiling.

A crashing in the woods announced the return of Joey and Claudette. Despite the horror of her evening, Amanda actually stopped to wonder what they did out there when they were by themselves. Were they fucking yet?

Amanda joined Claudette, and she forced herself to give Frank one last look of pretend longing over her shoulder. Frank returned the look. Joey was oblivious, as was Claudette.

As he watched her ass until it disappeared into the darkness, Frank decided might not fuck Julie and Susie as much this week. He might actually replay the images of fucking Amanda and jerk off to it. For the first time in years, the thought of masturbating to memories of her excited him more that being able to just physically fuck the girls whenever he wanted.

He quietly whispered to himself, "Until next week, my beautiful goddess...My killer queen."