Random futa things

by Jokiba

Just as the title says pure smut

15. By The light Of the Morning Sun

By the light of the Morning Sun

HauntTheseStairs

Summary:

In fact, the gods are not always virtuous - and some are more physical than others.

Chapter 1: Soft Pillows of Meat

A while ago, Jessica had stopped considering herself human. At first, it was merely a practical joke, but eventually, it became an honest and deep-seated conviction that she acted upon every day of her life. She had long known that her body and skills were unusual, and increasingly realised that she may in fact be unique, that the differences between her and anyone else were so massive and integral that she could hardly be considered part of the same species as them. No, she couldn't be human, so she was doubtlessly a goddess.

Of course, not everyone with a unique physique was automatically a divine being, but Jessica had every right to make the claim, because just as any other god, she was worshipped, and new believers joined her faith almost daily. All in all, she usually thought of herself as the closest this world had to a supreme being, and by now this statement hardly seemed haughty to her.

Her religion was a rather physical one, centred around her body. Instead of churches, they worshipped in any space that could contain her and any number of faithful ones, her masses were nothing but hours of brutal, orgiastic sex, and her creed existed only in the form of the hazy moaning, screaming, and growling of women turned into mindless toys for her pleasure. She was both the high priestess and the sole deity of this cult, whose altar was her sacred lap, whose holy water was her inhumanly virile and viscous semen, diluted with sweat and female ejaculate, and whose holiest of holies, its most sacrosanct cathedral tower, was a cock that was unworthy of any descriptions other than godly.

Yet occasionally, in those rare moments of introspection and loneliness, her confidence waned, and a strange sort of melancholia began to take root in her soul. One of those uncommon, ephemeral periods occurred in the bathroom of some luxurious hotel, located in a city whose name she had already forgotten. Completely naked, as she spent the vast majority of her time, she stepped to the fogged-up mirror, whipped it clean and saw the face starring back at her.

On the first glance, at least if only seen from the navel up, she was hardly a threatening appearance. Her chestnut hair, arranged in an overgrown pixie cut, was caked in sweat and other fluids, something that a quick ruffle could not change â" but that is to be expected, and could hardly be seen as a flaw. Big, bright eyes gleamed like emeralds from a pale and rosy face, button-nosed and with a touch of androgyny that only enchanted her looks.

As her gaze shifted downwards, her eyes passed over her breasts, moderately sized (she assumed that she would need B- or C-cups, if she ever wore a bra) but with a firm texture and dark, perky nipples. A while ago, they still held piercings, but that ended up being an inconvenience in her daily doing. Seen as a whole, Jessica's shape was slender and girlish, though her muscles alone would be enough to make most men envious. Her arms were defined, but not buff, her thighs strong and her abdomen segmented by a steeled six-pack, yet the strength contained in those muscles vastly exceeded what their size would suggest.

And eventually, she looked down at what made her so unique, be it in a glorious, godlike way or merely as a freak of nature. Even in its rare fully flaccid state, her cock was a grotesque object, having the girth of her upper arm at its base and only widening from there, reaching an immense radius, no less than the thighs of many of her partners, at about half its length before slightly narrowing â"if that word is even adequate to describe it â" towards its head, monstrous and inhumane in itself, covered in meaty foreskin except for the very tip where the dark, russet surface of her glans was exposed. Soft, it had approximately the length of a two-litre bottle, pale as the rest of her skin and deceptively smooth, with giant veins only existing as suggestive ridges zigzagging across the length. Her cock formed a massive package with her testicles, each the size of a large pear and covered by a smooth, silky scrotum that bound them tightly to her crotch, so that their combined size constantly forced her thighs apart and denied her the possibility of ever wearing underwear, except of the most loose and oversized type. Although she had developed a noticeable bush in her armpits, her genital region was conspicuously hairless, perhaps epilated, so to speak, by constant and enormous friction.

As if excited by her own eyes falling on it, her cock engorged with a comparably minor rush of blood, gaining slightly in length and uncovering more of her meaty glans. Not much space separated her tip from her knee now, and from her broad meatus a light spurt of precum erupted, forming a sticky rope that soon reached to the tiled bathroom floor.

An urgent knocking sound coming from the door interrupted her thoughts. She had almost forgotten that she was far from alone in this hotel room.

âžJessica, love, won't you come back and join us?", a high-pitched but shaky voice asked, muffled through the wood. She had to think for a second, but then remembered that five women had entered the rented room with her, although she didn't know a single name. Still, just recalling their number wasn't granted in her doing, and in this case, their amount was assessable. Neither could she remember their faces â" Jessica chose her partners based on some rather superficial characteristics, assessing what they had to offer with a single look and telling them to come with her or wait outside. Vaguely, she knew that four of them were white and one dark skinned, with one further woman being accepted to join her orgy but shirking back before the threshold; her loss. The ones that did make it were all bombshells; broad-hipped, big breasted, and all betraying a lustful fire in their eyes that sometimes seemed to border on madness. Again, the insistent knocking sounded from the door.

âžJes-sie, oh Jes-si-ca, how long are you gonna stay in there? There is so much to do out here", the voice lilted, but showcasing a tone of frustration this time.

âžJust give me a minute, ok?", she replied slightly irritated.

Jessica sighed as she felt the inevitable change overcoming her body. A massive rush of blood pulsed through her body to reach her crotch, and her cock began to grow in a way that defied belief. Quickly, its already unimaginable length increased, shooting past her knee and pulling back her foreskin until the giant glans popped out entirely. Veins, the biggest ones as thick as a garden hose, started to jut out of the smooth skin until the entire shaft was clad in a network of ridges. The slight dribble of clear precum turned into a constant flow that soon formed a sizeable puddle on the bathroom floor. Despite being as hard as bone and strong enough to rip through any type of textile yet discovered, its enormous weight pulled her cock down and caused it to sloop at an angle of about forty-five degree.

Now, she was irreversibly horny, a feeling that controlled her for most of her hitherto life and that easily overwhelmed anything else. Jessica wanted to fuck, or rather, she needed to fuck, but she still resented that insistent woman for disturbing her peace, forming a rather dangerous mixture.

With a face that showed determination in the form of a broad, crazed grin, she stepped to the door, and her monstrous appendage slapped against the wooden panel with a loud thump. In one swift movement, she undid the lock and ripped the door open.

Before her stood a light-skinned woman, a few inches taller than her and of a slightly pudgy physique. Her breasts were massive, in size rivalling Jessica's head and crowned by vast, brown areolas; her thighs resembled ivory pillars and held up an ass that could be judged to be enormous even if only her front side was seen. The woman had blond, braided hair falling over her shoulders and a slightly piggish face, but Jessica didn't spent even a fraction of a heartbeat looking that far up. Others may call such a woman a bombshell, or a PAWG if more familiar with slang terms, and some may see her as a daughter, a sister or even a loving girlfriend â" but to Jessica, she was nothing but fuck-meat, and her libido was a starving predator fletching its teeth.

The very moment the blond espied Jessica, her pale blue eyes widened and her jaw dropped open. Within just a few short seconds, her face had blushed a bright red, and trails of glistening moistness rapidly ran down the insides of her massive, quivering thighs. Even if her full lips stated something else, her body betrayed that her innermost core was searing with all-consuming lust for the girl standing in front of her.

Jessica grinned like a madwoman, having dropped that thin veneer of decency or normality, and with a movement as swift as a praying mantis striking down on its defenceless prey, she grabbed the blonde's fat right breast. Her fingers dug deep into the soft, ample tit-meat without the least regard for the woman's well-being, and before the nameless stranger could even squeal in a overwhelming mixture of sensations, Jessica had yanked her down, throwing her to the floor in a display of inhuman strength and brutality. The blonde's body clashed against the wet carpeted floor, helpless against the inexorable force that struck her.

Overtaken by the most intense and carnal lust imaginable, she didn't waste a second lamenting the pain and immediately brought herself in position, pressing her fat tits against the ground and raising her giant, pillowy ass towards the godlike figure behind her.

Neither of the two paid the least heed to the desolate room around them, reflecting the condition of most bodies it contained. Opposing them stood a mound of sodden textile, splintered wood and ruptured springs that only a closer look could identify as the remains of a double bed, and on this ruin laid two voluptuous figures, a light-skinned one at the bottom and a ebony-skinned other perched across the former to form an obscene cross, both bodies dotted with bruises, some of which looked suspiciously like handprints, and a coat of half-dried fluids as thick and milky as icing covering a chocolate- or vanilla-cake. The couch was just as devastated, the table plate smashed and its wooden legs broken. Barely any object remained in the room that wasn't completely soaked or at least splashed in the combined emissions of its occupants, and most ghastly of all, there were multiple spacious blots of thick white cream on the celling that had begun to drip down, forming bizarre stalactites of solidified semen. Another nameless woman knelt on the floor not far from them, her legs spread slightly and her body in no better state than the unconscious beauties on the ruined bed, but her eyes were wide open, completely entranced by what she knew was about to transpire.

Jessica's eyes lambent with something that was beyond any emotion, a fire that burned brighter and hotter than the sun ever could, a lurid gleaming of divinity that could annihilate worlds with a single glance. Even more blood flooded into her bestial cock, extending the already absurd length even more down her muscled legs, and raising this impossible meat-pillar closer to a horizontal position. Jessica loomed over the willing blonde, and nothing in this world could stop her now.

âžYou useless fucking whore", Jessica growled in a tone that was recognisable as her speaking voice, yet that at the same time seemed to emanate from some sulfury chasm of hell, âžcan't you even leave me alone one fucking minute? You really are so fucking pathetic that you gotta annoy me like that, aren't you?".

The blonde's full lips didn't part to reply, as she had neither the time nor any need to speak. Jessica lunged forth, and as if guided by some strange magnetism, the head of her monstrous cock smashed straight against the waiting pussy and buried itself in the warm depths of her flesh. A deep, throaty yell shot out her throat, a mindless expression of pleasure and pain that reached a level beyond what most could imagine. Although Jessica had spent considerable time those last few days stretching the woman's vagina to unimagined dimensions and the fact that her hole was lubricated to the point of gushing, only about a third of her god-cock slid inside with the first push. The girl felt the familiar warmth and tightness around her cock-head, and once again she thought that doing exactly this was her purpose in life, her sole raison d'être and her divine mission.

She gave the pale, pillowy ass in front of her a powerful slap that caused the soft flesh to giggle, and at the same moment pulled her cock a few inches back, only to ram it in again, this time a hands-breadth deeper. A pronounced bulge had begun to form in the blonde's stomach, showing where that monstrous meat-pole had entered and dilated her insides.

Jessica picked up a considerable pace very quickly, and with every successive thrust, her endowment dove deeper in the woman's body. The blonde hollered a rapidly changing mixture of low, animalistic growls, high-pitched screams and a barrage of sounds that few knew a human throat was capable of producing. There was no mercy in Jessica's doing, not the slightest indication of seeing her partner as anything other than a cheap piece of meat, and the bulge in her abdomen constantly wandered upwards and became more pronounced, tenting out the soft skin with every trust. By the time Jessica's crotch finally clashed against the taut, pale ring of tissue stretched around the base of her cock that had once been the blonde's tight pussy, it neared her chest and seemed to almost tear her entire body apart. At the deepest point of each penetration, not only could the exact outline of her godly endowment be discerned through the woman's stomach, but even her thickest veins traced themselves through the distended abdomen.

The speed Jessica soon reached was frightening. Digging her fingers deep into her partner's soft sides, she rapidly pulled her hips about one foot back, before pistoning in with brutal force, again and again at a dizzying pace. A constant stream of clear liquid, a mixture about equal parts pre-cum and the gushing wetness of the battered pussy, was splashed around by the rapid movement and rained down on their surroundings. The sounds the blonde produced now hardly resembled anything human, and in fact were closer to the noise of large animals mating filtered through her vocal cords.

Although neither of the two noticed, the were watched closely by the woman kneeling just a few feet away, plunging her right hand in and out of her stretched, soaked pussy as quick as she could, screaming in pleasure at the mere sight of something so godly and producing gushing orgasm after gushing orgasm, flooding a carpet that could contain no more liquid and forming a broad puddle underneath her.

âžYou like that, you useless piece of meat? You like being punished for annoying me? Are you really that pathetic?", Jessica shouted without slowing down the least. She had assumed a constant speed that anyone else could only keep up for a few seconds â" and she continued like that for half an hour.

The blonde was gone completely after less than a quarter of that time, her mind completely crushed by pleasures that exceeded what she could take myriads of times, leaving only the most base functions required to survive. Her forehead was pushed against the wet carpet, chaffing her skin without even noticing, while her breasts were squashed upwards towards her chin. The woman's pale blue eyes were open, but stared mindlessly at the ground just a few inches away, constantly welling forth tears that immediately merged with the other fluids. Her mouth was half-open, showing an expression that had been an idiotic, animalistic grin before her brain shut down completely; a stream of saliva dripping from her parted lips.

Jessica's smile was triumphant, although her brain was scarcely more capable of complex thought than that of the woman she was fucking into a semi-comatose state. A few more times, she brutally slapped the blonde's massive ass, leaving the outline of her hand as a mosaic of overlapping bruises, while grunting in her own bliss. And eventually, she felt her own climax approaching.

For Jessica, an orgasm was a process rather than a singular event. In her testicles and her abdomen, she felt a rising pressure that was at once uncomfortable and blissful. This sensation would get more intense until it was almost unbearable, before it eventually collapsed towards the her crotch like a dying star â" only to burst into a supernova. Even after she had already experienced this elation for many thousands of times, it still almost overwhelmed her, as if her own divine power was too much for her delicate human body.

With a groan, she lunged her hips forward, ramming her cock even deeper into the ruined body than ever before and feeling the most hidden parts of her reproductive anatomy, something that wasn't suppose to ever be breached and defiled, curl and quiver into a tight embrace around her engorged cockhead. The bulge in her stomach now jutted so far from her abdomen that the tip came close to the carpeted floor.

And then, Jessica felt release from that pressure that had built inside her, as she was overcome by a bliss that seemed to flow through every single cell of her godly body. It was a million times as intense as anything a man would experience, yet her mind wasn't destroyed by it like the blonde's. She stayed conscious, experiencing something that had no more in common with the usual conception of pleasure than an ant's view crawling across the floor of a museum had in common with the gaze of an artist upon his own masterpiece. It was, if such a thing was even necessary, the most undeniable proof of her divinity and omnipotence.

To speak of a cum-shot in relation to Jessica was almost ridiculous. The deluge of cum that she produced when orgasming was a constant, high pressure stream that flooded out of her urethra, and the first spurt â" how ridiculous and unfitting this diminutive word appears when describing her â" lasted about thirty seconds, in volume far exceeding the total a human male would ejaculate in countless years. It ceased for a moment, only to blast out again with the same devastating intensity, this time for a significantly shorter period. As Jessica continued to fill the blonde's insides with unimaginable amounts of semen, the bulge in her stomach became less pronounced; not because the cock lodged inside lost any of its titanic size, but rather because the entire abdomen around it swelled up.

Eventually, even the climax of goddess like Jessica would end. As her mind returned to this carnal earth, the tensed muscles of her body relaxed, and a blissful smile appeared on her face. Almost insouciantly, as if by a mere afterthought, she took two steps back, and with an audible, wet popping sound, the head of her divine cock slid out of that ruined hole. Now no longer stabilised by the steel-hard meat-pole penetrating her, the blonde dropped to the floor, sprawling limply on the carpet like a voluptuous, disregarded mannequin.

Showing a haughtiness that was appropriate only for a deity like her, Jessica used her foot to press against the side of the passed-out woman and pushed her over into a supine position. Looking downward, she grinned smugly at her work. Anyone else would have been shocked and disgusted by this vista, but for her, it was merely undeniable proof of her superiority.

What had once been the blonde's pussy was now a gaping cavern, vast enough to push a fist in without touching the dripping, distended sides, and hemmed by a narrow ring of skin and tissue that could barely be recognised as a labia now. The nameless woman's abdomen was massively distended, swollen to the point of resembling a pregnant not far from giving birth, with the now taut skin showed countless stretch marks â" not the least surprising considering the unnaturally quick and brutal manner it which it was enlarged â" and even her belly button had popped outwards under the enormous pressure force inside her. Her fat breasts were now pushed against her cupolar belly, their pale skin glistening like every other inch of her body as a layer of their combined emitted bodily fluids glazed her like lacquer.

Seeing all this only broadened the triumphant, gloating grin on Jessica's face and further fed her sense of godliness, but once her gaze shifted over the blonde's fat tits, an expression of disgust started to distort her mien.

The woman's head hung flaccidly down, lying on the sodden carpet facing to the right with her tearing blue eyes listlessly starring into nothingness. Her mouth hung half-open, exposing her tongue and letting a trail of saliva seep from its corner. A bruise showed on her forehead, the result of chafing against the carpet, and her upper lip along with her nose were caked with a sticky mixture of snot and spit.

âžGod, you're disgusting â" drooling like a dog and dirty as a pig", Jessica scoffed, but soon her dismay evaporated in amusement, and she snickered briefly.

âžYou're even lower than I though you were, aren't you?", she asked the blonde without expecting an answer from the woman fucked into brainless oblivion. She stepped aside the limp body, her still almost completely erect cock swinging like a giant meat pendulum before her. Smiling down, she raised her foot and positioned it on the blonde's inflated stomach.

The first push was only light, almost lovingly, for Jessica to feel that the distended abdomen bulged only little under her touch, but that was merely her making a test. Now, with a devilish smile and total disregard for the woman's body, she slowly began to shift her weight onto the foot pressing against the stomach with increasing force. As her bloated insides were being compressed, the pressure rose â" and that pressure had to escape eventually.

There was a quiet, wet popping sound, followed by an obscene and extended gush. The last internal barrier that held the deluge of semen Jessica had pumped into her womb was now broken, powerless against a superhuman force. From her ruined, cavernous vagina suddenly geysered a flood of pearly-white, viscous liquid, splashing against the sodden carpet and quickly forming a rapidly extending puddle that soon reached the sprawling body. Jessica continued to gaze down at her macabre work until most of her semen had flushed out of the distended womb, and only a thin stream dripped from that gaping hole. Her abdomen had begun to cave it, slowly returning to a state approaching normality, while the stretch marks and skin folds that remained conspicuously displayed what had happened. If the blonde's broken mind perceived any pain or pleasure was inscrutable, although her dirtied face twitched slightly in what might have been an attempt to smile.

Jessica gloated with godly arrogance. What a pitiful creature, she thought, elevated by her sense of overwhelming superiority over these lowly animals. Lying before her was a piece of meat, a thing that only existed to serve and give her pleasure, living for no other purpose that to glorify her divine presence.

After pondering for a short while, she realised that her feet were inundated in the lake of semen she had produced herself. Although the touch of the warm, thick-flowing liquid wasn't the least displeasing to her at all, the sight of her cum-coated toes gave her an amusing idea.

Not far from the blonde's unconscious shape was another female body, dark-haired and of a similarly busty physique, curled up and quaking. To the sight of Jessica ruining someone else, this woman had masturbated frenziedly, and so rushed herself through a dozen or more gushing orgasms, now forming her own puddle underneath. The pleasure of those climaxes was only a fraction of what Jessica could have provided her, but it more than enough to leave her a dazed mess.

The goddess stepped to the dark-haired woman, who turned her head and stared with bloodshot eyes at her approaching goddess. Raising one of her dirtied feet, she gloated down and pursed her lips to speak.

âžAnd now, you clean them".

Not one more word was needed. The woman immediately raised her form and began to passionately lick the semen off Jessica's skin, savouring each drop and groaning in pleasure. The taste of her cum was overwhelming, but knowing her partners, her feet could be clad in dirt or sand and they would not act any less diligently, taking every chance them had to worship her divine body. Jessica had no specific preference for feet, or knew if the woman crouching on the carpet had such a fetish, but rather enjoyed the total obedience they paid to her words. Not far from the dark-haired one's head loomed that monstrous, half-hard penis like a stalactite of meat and inhuman veins.

Eventually, this too no longer amused her, and she wordlessly pulled back her foot. She took a look around the ravished hotel room and discovered that the chocolate-skinned woman laying on the ruined bed was sitting up and stared at her with widened eyes and a lecherous smile. And not far away, the missing fifth guest appeared, an asian girl with silky black hair and a slender form that was distorted by her massively oversized, surgically augmented tits.

As she looked from face to face, blood once again began to flood her absurd meat-pole and raising it up before the eyes of her stupefied watchers. Jessica stepped forth and pondered.

A goddess, she realised, was always busy, occupied with matters far beyond the comprehension of mortals, and if she was in fact such a divine being, her task on this world had merely begun.

Chapter 2: Matches and Gasoline

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Time had lost any significance to Jessica long ago. The sun rose and sank outside, months and seasons passed by, and she didn't care the least. Neither was she interested in how many days she had spent with her current clique of love-slaves in that now decrepit hotel room. An orgy lasting six days was far from the most excessive thing she have done in her short life, but still managed to shock almost any mortal hearing about it.

The only reason those five women had made it this far was their number. Jessica's cock was a supremely potent weapon, but nevertheless, she could only penetrate one partner at any given moment, giving the others time to recuperate just enough to survive the next brutal fucking. Such situations could continue for quite a while.

Yet there were still times when she carelessly dragged some nameless whore, distended by her ultra-copious semen from her cock and dropped that insensate form to the floor, only to look around and see that no one in the room was in a state to receive a further breeding. There was a strange, unfamiliar silence, and Jessica decided to use it.

Again, she snuck to the bathroom, and quietly closed the door behind her. She jumped into the shover and quickly brushed off the layers of grime that covered her body, stepping out almost as a new person, her wet hair now clinging to her neck. Jessica knew that there wasn't much time left, so she hurried.

From her backpack, she produced a fresh set of clothes: baggy sweatpants many sizes too large for her, cuffed at the ankles, the only thing that came even close to hiding her endowment, a cheap grey shirt, a comfortable hoody, sneakers, and a dark baseball cap. To take even quick sojourns outside, she had to rely on a trick, taking a condom â" the biggest she could find, broader than her palm, yet still woefully incapable to fully contain her â" pulling back her foreskin, and encasing her glans in the rubber. Even slight arousal caused her to emit pre-cum that dripped, produced awkward stains, and gave of an intense smell, so she had to find some way to contain it. It was no panacea, but enabled her to do things otherwise impossible.

Pulling the cap deep into her face and draping the hood over her head to hide as much of herself as possible, she snuck out of the room, not wasting a single gaze at the spent, defiled women laying around. Through some back exit, she left the hotel, and stepped into the nocturnal streets.

Jessica planned to never see this room again, and neither any of her nameless companions. She was a transient, never staying in a place for more than a few months. Like this, she had spent the last few years of her so far short life pin-balling across the country, always moving to some new, distant place that wasn't yet tainted by her. She never made any close acquaintances, never took any responsibilities, never relied on anyone. This was her life, the only she knew.

The past had taught her a few lessons. Jessica, whether she wanted or not, had an immense influence on the people and places around her, and the more time passed, the stronger this whirlwind became. So, she had set processes into motion that affected thousands, if not millions, and proved to be a hassle to her. Having two girls fight for your love might be an amusing sight, but a brawl breaking out among more than a dozen of pregnant women was something entirely different. Too much hassle, too much trouble to be dealt with.

Jessica only then remembered that this was a rather cold and desolate city, and she was glad to have her hoodie to protect her from the constant, icy wind. She passed through empty streets, walking aimlessly along bleak facades and abandoned buildings. Although her mind was relatively clear, a part of her brain was nevertheless on the prowl, insisting that she would have to move to a more populated area to find some prey, but she was completely lost in this maze of concrete and lightless windows.

With her ears muffled by her headwear and the headwind blowing away any noises, she couldn't hear those limping footsteps behind her. Suddenly, she felt arms pressing against her sides, and saw the knife held inches from her throat.

âžAlright, Lady", a gravel voice said behind her.

âžJust give me what I want and you â"âž.

Jessica had dealt a swift blow with her elbow against the unseen body behind her, interrupting his threat and causing him to wince in pain. Veering around, she espied a gaunt, tall man in a dirtied jacket, still holding that knife. A precise kick against his knee sent him reeling to the dusty sidewalk, and the girl immediately jumped up to him, placing a foot on the hand holding the weapon. Groaning in pain, he opened his grip â" revealing that he was in fact armed with nothing but a dulled kitchen knife.

Jessica looked down on her attacker, her expression showing less anger than a sort of condescend pity. The man's face was skull-like, his skin unnaturally pale and his twitching eyes starring upwards in fear. What a despicable, lowly creature, Jessica thought.

The girl bent down and her baffled attacker twitched in fear, still feeling the pain of her previous blows, but she merely picked up the laughable weapon, wheeled around, and continued walking with the same leisurely pace as before the attempted attack.

It would have been very easy for her to injure him greatly, to crush his wrist, to break some of his ribs, to smash his head against the pavement, and she would have been at least partially justified in using violence. In fact, she could have even killed him, but decided against it. This despicable creature was so pitiful, so pathetic that wasting much breath on him would have been a shame. If she was indeed some sort of divine being, she didn't want to be the type of wrathful, blood-craving god that murdered on a whim. Considering all the awful and amoral things she had already done in her short life, there was no need for wanton violence against such a laughable husk of a man as him. After two more streets, she tossed the knife into an open garbage bin.

Jessica continued her aimless sojourn through the night, slowly passing over into more populated areas. A part of her desired to go hunting again, approaching any potential passenger worthy of becoming her prey, and fucking the first whore who took the bait senseless in some dirty back alley between trashcans and emptied bottles, just like in the old days.

A streetcar stopped not far from her, and she hopped in without checking the destination. She sat down at the very end of the vehicle, sprawling across two seats due to the understandable difficulty she had closing her legs, and pulled her dark cap deeper onto her face, keen on remaining a shadow in the night. Only a handful of tired passengers traveled along with her, and none seemed to pay any attention. If the streetcar became too crowded, she would have to get out, but that hardly appeared to be happening.

Jessica had a remarkable low need for sleep, and she had taken no more than a few short naps during her six-day orgy, too occupied with breeding the willing holes that they offered to her. But now, idly staring out at the monotonous city passing by and with that lulling electric drone in her ears, she had to fight to stay awake. Her bored and tired mind began to wander, recalling scenes of her past and construct new vistas to please her desiresâ

No more than two minutes could have passed until she awoke again, feeling her baggy sweatpants suddenly tightening on one side. A cursory look revealed a monstrous, obscene bulge pushing against that leg, and she felt a warm moistness at the tip of her cock - sighing with relief that had applied that condom, even if it only served as a receptacle for her random emissions of pre-cum at the most menial arousal. Experience had taught her that the preservative was doomed to burst if her cock became only half-hard, and even now the thin latex tissue seemed dangerously taut over her swollen glans.

That leering voice in the back of her head told her to let it happen, to allow her cock to tear apart her clothes and expose the passengers to her monolithic erection, but she was still considerate enough to ignore it. Nevertheless, she couldn't deny that certain processes were taking place place inside her body, certain tissues slowly tightening and fluids welling up to coalesce someplace else. Although only a few hours had passed since her last orgasm, Jessica was slowly but surely beginning to feel pent up again.

When the streetcar reached its final destination, relayed to her by a shrill announcement over the loudspeakers, the sky over the jutting skyscrapers in the east had already taken a slight reddish tint, proving that a new day was about to begin. She jumped up, not even trying to fully conceal the baseball-bat-sized protrusion along her pant leg, and left the vehicle to find herself in a rather busy railway station.

Standing at a modest 5'4, it was quite easy for Jessica to dive into a crowd and disappear. Fearing her apparel would attract the exact sort of attention that was trying to avoid, she lifted her hoodie and took off her cap, instantly shuddering as a gust of cool wind rustled through her hair.

Well-hidden, Jessica felt like a shark skulking inside a swarm of unassuming mackerel â" a vicious predator hid among easy prey that had no idea what kind of danger they were in. In the past, train stations had proven to be abundant hunting grounds, and she was quick to scout the pedestrians for suitable targets.

Her ravenous and unlimited appetite was not limited to females. Although she generally preferred woman, especially those with conspicuous and ample assets, there were more than a few men who she deemed worthy of her attention. Ultimately, her sole universal requirement was a wet, warm hole to stretch into ruin, and she didn't care the least whether a broad, juicy posterior belonged to a man, a woman, or anything in between. This was mainly due to her justifiably haughty perspective; in her mind, Jessica towered so far above all humans that the differences between male and female seemed minor in comparison to the gap that separated her from either.

Jessica's hunting technique was remarkably simple. A seemingly accidental bump that pressed her bulge against her intended prey's body, an inane conversation with deniably gestures directed at her crotch, or just a slow, swaggering walk that emphasised her endowment â" once they became aware of what Jessica offered them, they experienced a certain type of shock in almost all cases. Some shied away, but many suddenly discovered desires that had been slumbering deep inside, violently awoken now and overwhelming their simple minds. Then, there was nothing to do other than leading them to the next public bathroom or any location at least partially shielded from curious looks, and to unleash her inhuman desires on them. Thinking back to her history with railway stations, Jessica wondered how many woman had missed their trains because they were still lying somewhere, sprawling half-naked on some dirty floor with minds crushed by the inexorable assault of her divine, rapturous cock.

Jessica had already singled out a few objects of interest, with a rather busty middle-aged woman being the top of her priorities, when she was utterly startled â" a feeling that she hadn't experienced in a long time.

âžJessica? Jessica Maijstral? Is that really you?", a voice called somewhere behind.

Most of her partners never even learned her first name, and she had a tendency of making up pseudonyms on the spot when required, but her surname was a well-guarded secret open to only a handful in this world; and certainly to none in this inhospitable city.

So what was going on?

A young man channeled his way through the crowd, coming to a stop right in front of her. Jessica eyed him with suspicion. Rather tall, blond, and far from bad-looking, he smiled at her in a way that was wholly unfamiliar â" one of innocence and ingenuity.

âžOh, Jessica, that really is you! I haven't seen you in, what, ten years? No, it has to be even more, twelve maybe, that seems right. What a chance that we two meet here again, so far from home", he laughed, but the girl in front of him seemed frozen.

âžDaniel", she surmised, but it was more of a guess than an assumption. The youth nodded in approval.

âžSo you do recognise me. I know so much time had passed, but how could you ever forget your best pal in primary school?", he continued.

Jessica forced a smile. From one second to the next, she could now recall a barrage of memories, things that she had forced herself to effectively forget a long time ago, remembrances that were joyous and innocent themselves, yet closely linked with awful, unbearable scenes that made her shudder. Indeed, she remembered Danny Waite.

â"â"

Jessica's childhood was far from what one might expect to form the basis for a life of such surreal excess and debauchery. With the exception of a few short stays with relatives in other states, she spent it almost entirely in a quite picturesque small town in the Atlantic North of the country, a settlement christened Norwood by its founders.

Having lost her mother at a lamentably young age and leaving her with no memories, she grew up in the care of her father Dominic, who had given up a lucrative and prestigious professorship in chemistry after the death of his wife. She recalled him as being infinitely loving and of an immense intelligence, though also prone to those bouts of melancholy that she occasionally experienced as well. There was little about her life that could be called traumatic or extraordinary.

At the age of six, she enrolled in the local elementary school. Jessica had slowly become aware over the preceding years that something about her body was unusual, but the differences were neglectable at such a young age. It was there that she quickly forged a friendship with a kind and generous neighbourhood boy named Daniel Waite. Many idle summer days they spent outside playing, imagining themselves plunged into adventures or traveling to distant times and places, and at school they were an inseparable duo, more than once frustrating their teachers with some rambunctious action.

It was in this small town school, never exceeding a hundred pupils in total, that the first major, conscious break in Jessica's life occurred, or to be more exact, during a class excursion. A group of about fifteen students, including her and Daniel, were wandering through some forrest on a warm day in late spring, occasionally stopping to hear an explanation about the local flora or some noticeable landmark. As to be expected, the children hardly listened and spent most of the time bantering in a typically immature manner among each other.

Jessica couldn't remember the face, nor did she recall the name, of the woman who unknowingly had such an enormous impact on her life. Maybe, she was a blonde, her age somewhere in the late twenties, but that never mattered much. The only thing of importance is that she accompanied the class on that excursion, and that she was female.

During one stop, she excused herself, telling the kids that she'll be back in a minute or so. Curious as children are, Danny and Jessica skulked after her, and found the woman crouching not far from the road. Thinking herself undisturbed, she was emptying her bladder. The boy watched with mild interest, but the schoolgirl at his side was entranced.

The teacher had pulled down her shorts and slip over her knees, leaving a relatively small window for Jessica to stare through and espy what was usually kept so well-hidden. She found some interest in the woman's thighs and her stomach, especially that small patch of dark hair somewhere below her navel, until her gaze became stuck on the teacher's crotch.

Back then, she couldn't explain why she was so completely overwhelmed and shook to her core by that sight. It was beyond her comprehension, yet the image irreversibly etched itself into her memory. It was an odd thing, but hardly something worth causing such maddening attention. A narrow, vertical slit, formed of two slightly protruding ridges, hemmed on both sides by a line of dark, wrinkly skin and lots of hair. From the aperture issued a quickly abating stream of urine that soon turned into a trickle, and where the two halves met, she could discern something pinkish peaking out, crowned by a tiny, bulbous knob.

Swiftly, she used some leaves to wipe herself clean, and Danny began to pull on Jessica's arm, signalling her that the woman was about to get up and uncover them. But it was no use, as the girl seemed frozen with her mouth half-open in utter shock.

âžWell, what are you two doing here?", the teacher said, suddenly towering over the duo. Danny was fearful, but the adult's face should more amusement than annoyance, while the girl kept starring up, totally aghast.

âžAlright, let's get back to the others. We don't wanna be left behind, do we?", she laughed.

âžN-No", the schoolboy stuttered. Without taking much heed of the girl's apparent state of shock, she led the two back to their classmates.

Jessica didn't speak a single word for the rest of the day, deeply concerning Danny, who directed endless questions at her and never received a single answer. Jessica continuously stared at that teachers, completely absorbed in a feeling that she didn't understand.

At home, it was much the same. She was completely obsessed, spending almost any wake second thinking about this strange meat-hole, but without knowing why seeing it affected her so much. Jessica could hardly sleep, and after three days, convinced that there was something horridly wrong with her, she confessed to her father.

Dominic Maijstral was usually a calm and composed man, but as he heard his daughter confessing to him, describing her unexplained new fixation in awkward, childlike terms, his face suddenly showed intense anxiety and uneasiness. Jessica, assuming that she had accidentally done something terrible that saddened and disappointed her beloved father, began to cry.

But Doctor Maijstral quickly took the girl into his arms and began to console her with soft words. No this is not your fault, honeypie , he whispered with newfound composure. And in fact, it's not something bad at all. It's just nature, like the trees losing their leaves in the fall. But there are some things we need to do now, Jessica.

â"â"

âžSo, what in the name of gawd brought you here?", Danny said. The girl next to him seemed frozen, an obviously fake smile on her face as she kept staring at him, and he wondered if he had somehow startled her into a state of bafflement. After a few moments, her lips parted hesitantly.

âžW-Well, I'mâIâ", she began to stutter, racking her brain to come up with an acceptable answer. Telling the truth was unthinkable, as it seemed unlikely that he'd believe her, maybe taking it as a joke, and if she ended up showing him the undeniable, physical proof, he might just slip over the brink of madness.

This was a wholly unfamiliar experience for Jessica â" while she was generally keen on concealing her endowment in public to avoid trouble, she normally wouldn't hesitate one second to shock an unbeliever into reason, and had in fact found great amusement doing so in the past. Especially when dealing with a sceptical man, she enjoyed the process of slowly lowering her garment before them and watching as their faces turned chalk-white, distorted into a static expression of infinite horror. Long ago, Jessica had discovered a maxim that had proven universal so far: Any creature possessing a penis, whether confident in its size or not, enters a state of panicked paralysis when faced with a penis far exceeding theirs. Once finished gloating, she would assess what to do next, choosing between simply leaving the victim alone in its terror, continuing to showcase her unquestionable superiority to them, or, if they were either attractive enough or she was sufficiently horny, turn them into a slave to her divine cock.

With Danny, it was something different. Although she had only met him again a few minutes ago, the memories they shared caused her to see him in an entirely differently light from the rest of humanity. There was no desire to boast and be worshipped, but a wish to deal with him on par â" a strange idea for a self-described goddess.

âžTourism", she eventually blurted out after Danny had begun to show concern over her silence, âžI work in tourism. That's why I'm here".

âžHm-hm, so that's the career path you've taken, Jess. As for me, I'm a middle school teacher â" well, training to be, to be exact. I just arrive here to partake in that big education conference, you might have heard of it".

âžS-Sure", Jessica replied with a nod.

âžSo, what is it exactly that you're doing? Tourism is such a broad field, and I'm curious. Hostelry? Organising excursions? Sex tourism? I'm just joking of course, but you gotta tell me everything".

Jessica was nonplussed and at the end of her wit. She even considered the most un-urbane exit of leaving wordlessly and hoping that they other will not follow, but a strong gust of wind saved her.

âžBrrr, it's too cold her for good conversation. I know a fine café not far from here, will you join me? The panini there are a thing to behold, I say", Danny told her.

Jessica nodded, yet a part of her violently disagreed, insisting on finishing the prowl with some fat prey and disregarding this talkative wimp. She couldn't deny that her body continued to prepare itself , but she chose to deny it. For the first time in months, maybe years, Jessica was forced to hold herself back.

The two left the railway station side-by-side, soon turning into some avenue that slowly filled with commuters and other early birds. Although Danny's friendliness reassured her somewhat, she continued to feel anxious, hoping that the dim light of dawn and the excitement of randomly meeting a long-lost friend would keep him from noticing that swaying pillar of meat between her legs. When they arrived at the café, he was still just as jaunty, giving her some relief.

As they entered, Jessica was quick to place herself at the first unoccupied table, not far from the front window through which they continued to observe the increasing life out in the street. Danny seemed somewhat surprised by her haste, but seated himself without comment.

"What were we talking about earlier â" oh sure, I wanted to ask you more about your job here", Danny began.

âžManagement", she blurted out.

âžManagement, alright", he repeated with some bewilderment. His remarkable memory had allowed him to recognised Jessica even after twelve years, but her personality was rather different from what he had expected. Although he saw shimmers of the lively and intelligent girl he had known, the woman sitting opposed to him as a whole seemed taciturn and aloof. Surely, they had both vastly changed in the time between, yet something about her still struck him as odd.

A waiter, by his demeanour not seeing Danny for the first time, stepped to their table, and he ordered a rather fancy breakfast sandwich along with some specific coffee. In sharp contrast, Jessica hardly looked at the young man and asked for some orange juice in a quiet and distant voice, stating that she wasn't hungry at all.

Danny, curious by nature, continued to ponder the enigma that presented itself to him. Maybe Jessica was just a weird person, although a good looking, if rather unkempt, one; or maybe there was something specific affecting her, some burden that made the short girl uncomfortable. Quickly, he came up with a few possible scenarios; in one, she had done something she wasn't supposed to, like cheating on her spouse, and now felt the shame weighting her down. Another involved her in some crime, fearing that the police would be waiting just around the corner. His ideas became more and more outlandish, yet not one came even close to being as bizarre and shocking as the truth would have been.

Meanwhile, Jessica was getting increasingly horny. She tried her best to distract her lustful mind, to calm her body before it was too late, but this was something rather unfamiliar to her. In those last few years, she had surrendered to any whim of her desires and took every chance to do something debaucherous, and the universe seemed to continuously reward her behaviour. Now, she was close to a panic, desperately trying to keep her thoughts in line, even looking past that foxy young blond who took their order. Still, she was gracious for the table plate that hid the lower half of her body.

Jessica was strenuously trying to keep herself under control, but she was also tired. A bout of fever seemed to overcome her, and she stripped off her hoodie and pulled it over the backrest, now facing Danny in her sweaty grey t-shirt alone. Distracted for no more than five seconds, not unlike in that streetcar earlier, she let her guard down, and allowed her gaze to shift on a figure that was just entering the café. Like looking through a tunnel, she saw nothing but a firm, round ass sheathed tightly in denim.

Her body reacted quicker than her mind could notice her mistake. Within seconds, her cock grew by multiple inches, quickly approaching her knee, as the fabric was tightened by the increasing girth. Jessica heard a faint, wet popping noise, and felt something warm travelling down her thigh, wetting her shoes and reaching the parquet floor. She instantly knew that the condom tautly coating her glans had burst under the inhuman force of her engorging cock, releasing its sticky content over her leg.

Worry and tension turned into outright panic, and despite her attempts to keep her composure, her face quickly paled as her eyes widened in terror. Danny looked at her intently, his face showing deep concern.

âžJessicaâare you alright?", he asked in a lowered voice. The girl sitting vis-a-vis tried to force a smile with thin lips, while racking her brain searching for a way to escape this awful situation. Her body seemed to increasingly slip out of her control, and lustful thoughts arouse in her mind. She nodded, but Danny's face showed not the least relief.

A few awkward moments later, the waiter returned. Danny thanked the youth as he served his breakfast along with the coffee, and she remained static as he placed her ordered juice on the table. Just after letting go of the glass, he suddenly seemed to lose his balance, veering violently backward and only barely managing to grab the table before dropping to the floor. Danny immediately jumped up to help, and seconds later both peeked under the table in search for the reason he slipped.

âžHmm, looks like someone spilled out something here", the waiter surmised eying the glistening puddle around the girl's sneakers.

This was too much for Jessica. She leapt up before the two had risen from under the table, and began to stride across the room.

âžI'll be right back!", she spat out to Danny and the waiter, who both looked after her with their faces showing open bafflement.

Jessica stormed to the restroom, not even trying to hide her involuntary arousal from the other guests, and quickly locked herself in a toilet stall. Trying to calm herself with deep conscious breaths, she experienced something that was mostly alien to her: despair. She knew herself well enough to be certain that her libido was too ravenous and her self-control skills too atrophied to abase her erection by will alone, and going back out like this was unthinkable. If anyone else was waiting for her, she'd shrug and maybe even rejoice in the shock she induced by her showing her might, but Danny was a unique being in her worldview â" one that she didn't want to frighten. After short consideration, she conceded that the only way to return her cock to a flaccid state was having an orgasm.

Naturally, Jessica was not unfamiliar with masturbation, and had in fact used it excessively to ease her ravenous libido before she had honed her skills and confidence to get a partner wherever she wanted â" but since then, there had been little need for it. Thinking back, she couldn't recall a single time in the last year she used her hands to pleasure herself, facing a constant over-abundance of wet and willing holes. Using her hands for relief certainly wasn't impossible, but would take a while, and the generally stressful situation surely wouldn't make it easy to conjure up some lustful thoughts arousing enough to push her over the edge and finally release this unbearable tension.

Jessica had already accepted her fate when the sounds of the bathroom door opening with a creak and of soft footsteps on the tiled floor aroused her attention. Too curious and desperate to resist, she clambered down and peaked up from beneath the stall door. After she quickly rose up again, a broad, toothy smile spread across her face.

The woman that exited the stall about a minute later was tall and slender, with full, chestnut hair falling down to her shoulders. She stepped to the basin to wash her hands, where Jessica was already waiting for her. A closer assessment confirmed her initial judgement: A woman approximately in her late twenties, and although she was gangly compared to those fat-uddered, broad-hipped sluts Jessica had spent the last few days with, the drape of her eggshell blouse promised a pair of fine breasts underneath, and her denim jeans tightly sheathed firm thighs and a full, sizeable ass. All in all, she was far above the threshold of acceptable, and Jessica was determined to give it a try.

âžCan I help you?", she asked with a raised eyebrow. The shorter girl had wordlessly approached her until only about one foot remained between them, which certainly seemed intrusive to the brunette. Jessica didn't need to answer, and only smiled expectantly, as the woman's gaze had become stuck on the girl's bulge merely seconds later. She winced slightly at first, then her eyes widened in surprise. So far, so good.

Jessica took the woman's hand and guided it to her bulge, softly tracing their fingers over the engorged monstrosity, feeling its unbelievable size, the firmness of its vein-rugged surface, and the heat it emitted through the thin fabric. The lady's hand shivered softly, her body frozen and her mouth hung half open; signs that Jessica had successfully induced a cock-shock, and the girl's smile turned into a smug grin.

âžWell, since you're askingâyou can indeed help me, pretty please".

There was barely any push needed to get her in the empty stall, and while she breathlessly mouthed some words, Jessica ignored them. For the first hundred times, it amused her to hear a woman whisper something among the lines of I can't believe I'm doing this while obediently following her every command, or stuttering the name of her boyfriend, but eventually it all merged into the background noise.

Bolting the door shut â" fucking in bathrooms had long become routine to her â" she pressed the woman face-first against the wall and began to work her hands on her body. The left was slid under her blouse, swiftly opened her bra and progressed to kneading her breasts, which turned out to be somewhat larger than she had expected, with a firm texture and rubbery, conical nipples; while the right traveled over her flat belly and entered her jeans. Her slip was pleasantly moist, just as the thick bush underneath, and within seconds, Jessica had pushed two fingers into her wet pussy, then three, then four, probing her depths. The woman moaned breathily, and the girl released a quiet grunt.

By now, her cock had become hard enough to threaten the integrity of her pants, and she slipped them down to her ankles. The monstrous cock jumped up, striking her partner's shank, whose face froze into a pale mask of shock as she turned her head, overwhelmed by a potent mixture of emotions and desires she only partially understood. But Jessica wasn't here to be marvelled at, and roughly opened the woman's blouse down to her navel, giving her tits another rough squeeze before tearing down her jeans. Then, she grabbed the older woman's back and bent her over the bowl with her legs astride, hardly comfortable for her partner, but the possibilities were limited.

Her cock had now almost reached its awe-inspiring fully erect form, hanging down like a slightly raised third leg, and Jessica's mind was wholly consumed by primitive, omnipotent desires. With a swift movement, she ripped off the woman's slip and felt the firm meat of her cheeks. Her pussy, mostly hid in a jungle of wet hair, was completely soaked and her thighs trembling in unfamiliar lust. Now, she dug one hand in the lady's side, and grabbed her cock with the other, raising it towards the quivering aperture.

Jessica, boasting thousands of hours of experience by now, knew a lot about human vaginas. They could, by their wondrous nature, accommodate absolutely enormous things and derive mind-melting pleasures from it, but not at once. An average female's pussy had, at its very peak of its use, only taken some pitiful male seven-or-eight inch cock, or maybe just some micro-penis that was even smaller. They weren't accustomed to the strain Jessica's godly tool would put them under, and so she had to properly prepare them before they could be used to their rightful potential.

This process was fun, but could be awfully laborious. Working in a fresh pussy took its time, stretching her out inch by inch, far beyond what she thought was possible, and feeling that skin-tight passage slowly giving way to her monstrous meat-pole. A few formerly virgin holes had taken hours to turn into gaping, deep channels fit for use, leaving her more frustrated than satisfied at the end; while the average was probably between thirty and sixty minutes. She knew that she didn't have that time and wouldn't be able to bottom out, but that was more than acceptable in this situation.

Jessica groaned in pleasure and pushed forth her hips, taking an odd position to retain the space necessary for her oversized endowment. Most of the fat glans was pushed into the tight, gushing pussy, and the brunette let out a scream of unfamiliar pleasure and lustful pain.

âžShut up, or do you want someone to c'mere and see what we're doing, bitch?", she whispered and raised on hand over the woman's mouth, while keeping the other firmly grabbing her side for grip. Two more pushes, accompanied by muffled screams, and the first couple of inches had slipped it. Jessica, enjoying the almost painful tightness of the pussy she was destroying, rather regretted that this hole was only an emergency solution, and that she didn't have the time to properly have her fun with it.

A couple more pushes, and slightly more than half her cock had slid into the brunette. The sounds emitted from her throat had turned from shrill screams to deep groans and shaky huffs, and her entire body, now glistening with sweat, trembled notably. With some pride, Jessica acknowledged that her cock had now reached deeper than anything in this woman's life had before, and its girth easily doubled any cock she might have taken. Judging by her sounds, her brain was fully dazed with pleasure, and her mind beginning to crack under the assault of the girl's divine cock. What a pity she didn't have time to properly finish her offâ

Now, after approximately a quarter of an hour, it was time for the real breeding to begin. Jessica pulled back her hips until only the brunette's bruised labia remained around her glans, and then shoved it back it, right to the back end of the section she had stretched out sufficiently. The woman howled in animalistic bliss, and Jessica herself felt a jolt of pleasure. At the same time, the earlier twinge in her testicles had now turned into a constant, dull pain, signalling that her semen-vessels were filled to the very brim. Now, she would finally have some direly needed relief.

â"â"

Meanwhile, Danny remained seated at the table, watching his crumb-covered plate and his empty cup of coffee, wondering what had happened to the strange girl he thought he knew. A stout, older employee had cleaned the puddle, visibly bewildered by its unusual, yet somewhat familiar odour, and then left him alone. The orange juice continued to be untouched.

He had racked his brain trying to come up with a feasible explanation, but eventually gave up. Obviously, there was something very wrong here, but the nature of this wrongfulness he could not assess. Instead, he began to worry about Jessica, musing that whatever awful thing was taking place here, she was doubtlessly the victim, and he wondered if he could do something to help her.

She had been in that restroom for almost twenty minutes, he considered. Was she alright? Trying to hide from someone or something? Or maybe, she was just ill, explaining her paled face and odd facial expressions. If so, her condition was certainly worrying.

Seeing the hoodie still pulled over the backrest, he swiftly developed an idea that seemed foolproof to him. Making use of the dispenser, he grabbed a napkin, pulled a biro from his jacket, and wrote down some basic informations in a clear, angular hand. His phone number, his current address, and the name of the hotel he was staying in fitted on the flimsy paper, which he folded and pushed into one of her hoodie's pockets. She wouldn't leave without it, he concluded.

After that, he could only shrug. If indeed something worrying had happened, he should probably have an eye on her. Danny decided that if Jessica hadn't returned in five minutes time, he would, despite the obvious awkwardness, enter the restroom and check on the lithe girl.

â"â"

Jessica was now fucking the brunette with considerable speed and intensity, reaching deep enough into her guts to project a sharp bulge in her stomach, while the woman howled like a mounted animal with every movement of that horse-cock distending her insides. The girl could feel that familiar pressure in her abdomen quickly rising, having more fun than she had expected and gaining a couple inches more in the process, so that at the point of deepest penetration, only about two hands-breadths remained between the stretched-out pussy surrounded by a bush of soaked, brown hair and Jessica's smooth crotch. Finally, she was about to come.

With a soft grunt, Jessica lunged forth, pushing her cock another inch or two deeper and eliciting a high-pitched squeak from the brunette's throat. Her oversized glans rammed a spongy but unbudging barrier, and in the same moment she felt the almost unbearable tension turning into a massive rush towards her loins. With closed eyes, she released a surprisingly soft, girly moan, as unbelievable amounts of pent-up semen began to surge through her urethra.

Jessica had stretched out the brunette far beyond anything a male cock could do â" but it was not enough. Rapidly, her insides filled with a flood of thick liquid, and her abdomen swelled until the remaining buttons of her blouse began to pop open under the pleasure; but Jessica's cock wasn't lodged deep enough in her insides to stay in place. The orgasmic bliss had loosened the girl's vice-like grip on her side, and the pressure building inside was soon great enough to push the brunette's body forth. With a loud squelch, she slipped off the steel-hard cock and fell ungraciously on the closed toilet bowl, her legs spread widely.

But Jessica's orgasm was far from done, and only a fraction remained in her partner's stuffed womb. Her cock, covered thickly in a mixture of fluids, jerked up once released, and blasted an unmeasurable load against the back wall, two feet about the discarded brunette's head. It splashed off in thick lumps that rained down on the entire inside of the stall, and at the very centre of its impact, the force was so great that the paint peeled of the plaster, leaving a blotch that was immediately covered up by a thick layer of cum.

For almost forty seconds, Jessica's orgasm continued unabashed, seeming to draw from unending reservoirs, while the girl was lost in a heaven of carnal bliss. The second spurt appeared hardly less powerful at first before somewhat abasing, the third one still an inhuman blast that transcended belief. About ten more spurts were forceful enough to strike the wall, the remaining twenty or so all landed on the unconscious body lying on the toilet bowl. Slowly, Jessica descended from her godly elevation, and hesitantly opened her eyes.

Even by her standards, this had been a big load â" by far not the biggest she had ever released, but more than most of her whores would receive. The toilet stall was barely discernible, the floor tiles completely submerged under a flood of viscous semen that quickly flowed outwards to cover the entire room. The back wall disappeared behind a thick coating of sticky whiteness, and the partitions, including the obscene drawings and quips etched into them by teenagers, were hid by a coating of Jessica's cum. The brunette and the toilet she sprawled on were almost perfectly buried, their combined shapes making it seem like some bizarre statue doused in pearly cream. Paradoxically enough, the only part of the woman that remained unobscured was her gaping, bruised pussy, having quickly flushed out the semen filling it with a flood of its own clear liquid, including the stretched-out labia and patches of the matted, brown hair surrounding it.

Jessica looked down at her work. Although the sight of the woman's abused vagina seemed horrific, it was still in a significantly better state than the ruined holes Jessica would leave behind if she had enough time. This pussy, she figured, would return to its normal size â" or something close to it â" relatively quickly.

The girl smiled, sighing with relief. Now, she could think straight again, even if this clarity would last only a few hours at best. A look at the catastrophe surrounding her quickly lowered her mood. Her clothing, now reduced to the shirt she was still wearing and a discarded pair of pants buried somewhere, was completely doused in her semen. This was to her chagrin, but might have saved the brunette, since it was far from certain that her virgin womb would have been able to take such an enormous, pent-up load.

With greatly improved mental capabilities, she pondered how much time had passed since she entered this restroom, suddenly remembering that her re-discovered and deeply beloved childhood friend was still waiting for her outside. As she opened the stall door, Jessica figured that she just had to find some clean clothes, go out, and come up with a believable excuse in case he is still â"

All her thoughts suddenly halted once she saw Danny's face, pale as chalk and distorted into a mask of ultimate terror. His gaze was fixed on that still mostly engorged monolith of rugged flesh that somehow emerged from her crotch and easily reach her knees, before sluggishly shifting to the side, starring into the chamber of horrors that had once been a toilet stall. Something wreathed in there, and he discovered the groaning woman concealed almost perfectly under a thick coating of semen, facing away from him with legs spread wide, as if actively presenting him her gaping, stretched-out pussy, whose brutalised flesh seemed to glow crimson between the cream-white spaces surrounding it.

Maybe, it was one thing in particular, or just the whole volley of shock that had just struck him, but Danny veered around and swiftly puked up his entire breakfast into the washbasin. Jessica remained frozen, experiencing a shock that was most likely not comparable to what her childhood friend now felt, but still rendered her speechless. After a few awfully tense moment, he turned to face her, his lips still glistening with vomit.

âžI-I'm- I canâ", Jessica stuttered, but Danny's mind could take no more. As if running for his very life, he stormed out of the restroom, and Jessica figured that he would not return to their table.

Again, she experienced an emotion that she had all but forgotten: shame, and deep disappointment in herself.

â"â"

A mere forty-eight hours later, Jessica's life seemed to have returned to normal. Her field of vision was occupied almost completely by a fat pair of breasts pressed against her face, her hands busy with roughly squeezing the soft flesh and her lips sucking on the broad areolas. A slightly pudgy blonde tented above her, hands pushed against the mattress aside the girl's shoulders, while continuously sliding her wet pussy over the monolith of engorged meat emerging from Jessica's crotch. The woman kept her eyes closed in pleasure, voicing a constant, low moan. Behind her rear, a similarly fair-haired and busty woman polished the giant cock-head with her full lips and eager tongue, greedily sucking up the clear precum that constantly welled forth from her tip. It didn't take long for Jessica to become bored of this feeble attempt to pleasure her, and gave the woman offering her breasts a light slap on her side, signalling her to get up.

The two now sat side-to-side on the bed, expectantly smiling at her with quivering lips, and Jessica was somewhere between amused and baffled. Their physical appearance was almost identical, and both were equally dull. On a closer inspection, she noted that one had slightly lighter hair while the other slightly broader hips, but the similarities were still astonishing. With a light chuckle, Jessica wondered if there was a factory somewhere that spat out those imbecilic blonde bimbos, and if that place would be worth a visit.

âžMan, are you sisters or something? Feel like I'm seeing double here", Jessica laughed, but the blondes looked back at her in genuine confusion.

âžNo-o? We're just friends", the lighter-haired one replied.

âžYeah, not related at all, just friends. I know her from school", the other confirmed, and the girl eying them curiously felt some surprise that these airheads had ever seen the inside of a school. Now, the two waited like hungry dogs expecting a treat, impatiently licking their voluminous lips.

âžC'mon, you can't keep us waiting like this, right in front of your awesome cock. I'm so wet just looking at itâyou're just like a fucking stallionâ".

âžYeah, you're a stallion, and we're your, uh, your girl-horses to fuck", the fairer-haired bimbo said, shaking her chest to entice Jessica into preferring her.

âžWhat? Girl-horses? You mean mare, a female horse is called a mare â" God, you two really are that fucking stupid, are you?", Jessica scoffed, but they just smiled at the insult.

âžOh my, there's really nothing between your ears but bone. Were your parents siblings or something like that? That would explain a lot".

The bimbos' only reply was confused head-shaking.

âžAlright, you whores are too dumb to know what you're talking about, anyway. But don'tcha worry, I'm going to improve your degenerate gene-pool by pumping you full of my seed, so your children might be smart enough to read and write. I don't think either of you will be good mothers, but your fat tits will at least keep my kids well fed", Jessica soliloquised, soon regretting to have wasted such an elaborate insult on two airheads who barely understood it. Instead of waiting for some comeback, she just grabbed one of them by the shoulder and pushed her flat on the bed.

The blonde, the slightly fatter one, squealed with glee and took a supine position, spreading and raising her legs to receive the horse-cock she so deeply desired. Jessica positioned her erection to the quivery, shaved pussy, so wet that the mattress underneath had already darkened with moistness. But on the over-endowed girl's face appeared a sly smile, and she lowered her cockhead by a few inches before brutally thrusting her hips forth.

The blonde's lips parted for a stifled scream as her asshole, formerly a tiny, dark opening, was suddenly stretched to fit the cock's godly girth, as the monstrous glans and a few inches of equally thick shaft were rammed inside. Jessica looked down with a satisfied grin, enjoying both the woman's horrified facial expression and the dry tightness of the virgin guts around her cock. Grabbing those fat breasts for grip, she began to breed the blonde's ass.

The bimbo felt a bolt of searing pain shoot through her body, as if impaled on spike of red-hot iron; but besides the paralysing agony she also experienced an entirely new form of carnal pleasure, totally different from both Jessica repeatedly ravaging her pussy and those few times she had allowed her partners to enter her anus with their minuscule cocks. Crushed between unbearable pain and strange, but potent joy, her simple mind began to shut down.

The girl gained inches quickly, ruthlessly stretching and straightening the blonde's intestine into a canal that could contain the entirety of her cock. As a hopeless reaction to the ruthless assault on her innards, a powerful stream of clear liquid squirted from her pussy, splashing against Jessica's chest and her firm breasts. Most of it flowed down over the girl's toned stomach, while the rest was turned into a spray, coruscating in the dim light of a bedside lamp, that rained down on their surroundings.

Jessica was wholly indifferent to the wetness reaching her face, and continued to ruthlessly force her horse-cock deeper into the blonde's guts. Although she had an almost spiritual connection with pussy, experience had taught her to appreciate a slut's tight anus just as well, and she was generally too prideful and perfectionistic in her destructive doing to leave such an obvious hole un-ruined. At the same time, the feeling was rather different. Lacking any natural lubrication other that the copious flow of precum issuing from her meatus, the friction between the inner walls of the defiled guts and her horse-cock is far more significant, compared a wet, loose vagina.

But for a goddess like Jessica, this was no impediment. Soon, her meat-pole reached deep enough to tauten the pudgy stomach with each thrust, as her cock tented up her skin through the strained insides. The walls of the bimbo's guts were now thickly smeared with precum, allowing her to speed up her thrusting almost to the rapid pace reserved for well-ruined whores. The familiar pressure begun to built, and with a final, powerful thrust, Jessica slammed her crotch against the blonde's juicy ass, grunting in pleasure as her orgasm commenced.

Unlike a vaginal ejaculation, there was no cervix to firmly press her glans again, and no womb that could served as a close vessel to contain the semen. Instead, the sticky liquid was forced upwards, flowing through her intestine with an obscene gurgling until it filled up her entire gut. Had she consumed anything but energy drinks and sweets in the few hours, she would have thrown up, as her stomach was compressed by the inflated intestine.

As her climax abased, Jessica eyed the woman impaled on her cock. Her stomach was distended, taut and glistening with sweat, and the only conspicuous sign of her still being alive was the slow heaving of her fat-breasted chest. The girl took a step back, then another, and once her bitch-breaker had left the violated body, a flood of semen gushed out and formed a puddle on the moist floor.

Jessica bent over to assess the aftermath. While her pussy remained untouched, the anus was in an absolutely wretched state. Not only was the hole gaping to the diameter of a wine bottle, but the brutal assault had also weakened the internal structure so much that when Jessica withdrew her cock, a certain section of the intestine was pulled out with it. From the circular distended opening now hung a five inch long pipe of blood red tissue.

A sigh was Jessica's sole response. The sounds was no expression of horror at the gruesome sight or shame over what she had done, but rather mere annoyance over an inconvenience. With a routined movement, she grabbed the prolapse and stuffed it back into the gaping anus. This will heal by itself, she thought, and if not, then some doc will take care of it. Either way, it was not her responsibility anymore.

The hotel the trio had chosen for their orgy was a rather decrepit and cheap one, with barely any other guests in the surrounding rooms. Mouldy spots and deep scratches dotted the wallpaper, the bed was already stained with various bodily fluids before they entered it, and the mess in the bathrooms violated any standard of hygienics. But it didn't matter, as they hardly looked at anything but each other's bodies.

Jessica stepped away from the woman's ravaged body and moved towards the bathroom to empty her bladder, but just as she had gained the door, she froze after hearing a quiet voice.

âžNorwood? Gosh, where is Norwood?", the other blonde mumbled to herself. Jessica wheeled around and saw that she was holding a napkin in her lithe hands, standing naked beside the table where the girl had placed her hoodie. Suddenly, a jolt of anger shone in her eyes.

âžWhen did I allow you to rummage through my things, you stupid fucking whore? Huh?", she said in a low but tense voice, quickly approaching the blonde. The woman's expression was fearful, and and her quivering lips stammered apologies, but before she could say much, Jessica had grabbed her wrist and removed the piece of tissue, returning it to the table. Swiftly and roughly, she pushed the woman to the floor, and almost immediately gripped her hair, dragging her into a kneeling position as she squealed in pain.

âžNorwood, you ask? I'll show you what they do there when whores like you get too curious", she stated calmly. While the blonde watched her with great uncertainty and fear, Jessica positioned herself with knees bent slightly. The girl turned her hips to face the left, then rapidly swung them back, and her semi-erect cock acted like a monstrous baton of meat, striking the woman's face with brute force. Helplessly, she dropped down the floor.

Jessica stepped to the sprawling body, and the woman dazed from the powerful blow sluggishly turned her head. From her nostrils leaked a trickle of blood, soon staining the full lips that not long before were so eager to caress the cock that was now used as a weapon against her, and around her left eye a bruise had formed that would soon discolour to a nasty dark tinge. The blonde's face was distorted by absolute, paralysing fear as Jessica merely stared down at her with a deceptively girlish smile.

âžOh, and by the way, since you kept me from going to the bathroomâ", she said, grabbing her horse-cock and raising it slightly. With a light tittering, she released a stream of hot urine on the shocked woman, aimed at her chest but immediately splashing over most of her nude body, partially washing off the veneer of sweat and the dried mixture of their combined sexual emissions. Still dizzied by the battering, she remained lying in a yellow puddle formed on the dirty carpet.

Jessica shook her head. Her gaze shifted to the blonde whose anus she had broken just minutes ago, and then back to her newer, piss-soaked victim.

âžAlright", she said in a disturbingly insouciant tone, âžI think I'm getting hungry, which of you honeys will go out and get us something?".

â"â"

A few hours later, Jessica sat alone on the shabby hotel's roof terrace, staring listlessly over the city and at the sky tinged reddish by the setting sun. Beside her stood a bottle of some sweet soft drink, her body was sheaved in new, unstained clothes, and in her hands she held a matchbox, with the hotel's name inscribed in blocky letters on the cardboard.

Jessica pulled out a matchstick and set it, observing how the flame slowly traveled down the wooden shaft until it almost reached her fingers, and dropped it to the flagstoned floor. This was her stay in the city, steadily approaching its end, and now she had to leave before she was burned.

Although it was hardly shame, she did acknowledge that what she had done was unnecessary and excessive, retracing her explosive anger to her frustration over the way her encounter with Danny had ended. Or maybe, the unpleasant climate of this city had just caused her to lose her composure.

From a pocket of her hoodie, she pulled the napkin, and gingerly placed it on the railing in front of her. Then she lit another match, holding it a few inches from the piece of white tissue, seeing how the warm shine illuminated the majuscule letters of the message.

Burning it seemed like a good idea. Forgetting about Danny, pushing those memories back into some remote corner of her mind, and continuing on her journey. Nothing gained, nothing lost.

But in the same moment, she remembered the joyous laughs they shared, the adventures they imagined and experienced in quaint Norwood, and how all of that started to collapse on one portentous day.

Lost in thought, she had detached her gaze from the descending flame, and only became aware of it when she felt pain strike her thumb and index finger. With a curse, she let it fall down. The napkin remained.

After some consideration, she cached it in a pocket, got up to stretch, and descended from the roof terrace. A good night's sleep and the world will look wholly different, she mused.

Notes:

I actually wrote this chapter immediately after the first one, but forgot to release it earlier. I'll write more if I have time and muse (I promise nothing).

Chapter 3: Chasing Shadows

Notes:

Greetings fellow musards, here's the new chapter of this silly little story. Please excuse the long wait as I am, unfortunately, horrendously lazy and prone to hating my own writing. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the outcome. Cheers.

Chapter Text

Sleep had always been a rather difficult topic for Jessica, at least since her body underwent its tremendous change during puberty. Short naps were no problem, and in fact the way she would usually rest, but the medically-advised eight hours of sleep posed some difficulty.

While her mind was at ease, her body continued to act just like during her wake. Oddly enough, this was something she had in common with males, but while for them a wet dream was just an annoyance and some stains on the mattress, for Jessica it constituted a real threat. Waking up under a mound of half-dried semen was uncomfortable, but the flood of her nocturnal emission occasionally slopped over her face and once almost suffocated her.

Just as with the condom used to contain her precum, she eventually found a solution, though this one required more effort and was far less elegant. All needed was a trash-bag, some tape to fix the opening to the base of her cock, and she had a useful, if rather grotesque, aid to help her sleep through the night.

And so it happened that she awoke one morning, facing a giant black mass that lay to her side like an obese lover. Even the slightest movement caused the bedsprings to squeak under its weight, as the bag was filled to its limits and the plastic surface pulled taut. One or two wet dreams more andâ

Making up for some busy and stressful weeks, Jessica ended up sleeping for a total of almost twenty-two hours, and had quite a number of emissions in that time. In addition, she long suspected that the semen produced in this way was even thicker than the type she shot out during sexual intercourse, sometimes closer in texture to a cream or gel than to a liquid.

Her bones ached, but she immediately realised that she would have to get rid of this ponderous appendage before doing anything else. Carefully peeling the tape off her thankfully hairless crotch, she used it to close the opening, and only spilled a few pints of muck in the process â" a trickle compared to the deluge that would have filled the room had she slept unprotected. Now, she only had to find a way to get rid of that bizarre thing.

Despite her strength, far exceeding what one would assume from a girl of her stature and body type, that stuffed bag seemed awfully heavy, and only with considerable effort did she managed to drag it into the hotel bathroom.

She could just leave it behind, for a cleaner to first be bewildered and then horrified by it, but somehow the thought did not appeal to her at that moment. Pouring it into the toilet bowl was difficult due to its weight and how unhandy it was, not to speak of the possibility that the virile sludge actually clogs up the pipes.

As inventive as always, Jessica ended up heaving the thing into the shower, poking a hole in the bottom and watching it slowly descend into the drain. This would take at least a few hours, although she wasn't even sure if she would stay so long. To keep things simple, she was apt to pay for whatever she needed in advance, and usually with generous givings of cash.

Like time, money meant little to Jessica. While there was no lack of men and women who were willing to pay large amounts to have their insides reshaped by her titanic cock, she hardly needed to prostitute herself like that. Many of her partners wished to allot her a certain tip for her hard work, and some others were merely incapable of preventing her from taking what she thought an appropriate reward after dealing with her. In some cities, she arrived with not a single penny in her pockets, and just a few weeks later could boast with stacks of cash that could pay for luxury cars. But there was no need for that â" she would always find a way to get around.

In fact, Jessica possessed nothing but her godly body and a singular bauble of personal value that she keenly carried with her. Until very recently, this was more or less a ceremonial act, but since she had, by pure chance, encountered a living fragment of her past, Jessica increasingly remembered why this little piece of metal meant so much to her.

Seated on the bed in that new hotel room and listening to the obscene sound of gallons of semen slowly gurgling down a shower drain, she suddenly became very aware of those memories, and felt herself overcome by a wistful sense of nostalgia. As if the sight alone would alleviate her melancholy, she decided to pull it out.

The key glistened silvery in the sunlight shining in through the interstices between the drawn drapes. Fitting neatly into her lithe hand, it was clearly not a hotel room key, and seemed more likely to belong to a locker or maybe safe. Of course, she knew very well where the fitting aperture was located, yet had never used it, and merely thinking about it was enough to induce in her a somewhat anxious mood.

It may seem odd that Jessica, who fought off knife-wielding assailants without even flinching and who laughed at the face of dangers that were plainly unimaginable to beings lacking her godly status, was deadly afraid to return to her hometown â" though anyone pointing out this fact in her presence would be lucky to make it out alive. But now, with fresh memories of her catastrophic encounter with Daniel stuck in her mind, the pull exuded by the key seemed stronger than ever before.

Could it really be? Had the time come to finally confront her deepest fears, to trace back her path to where it all began? Should she call him? Try to explain? Was there even a chance that he could understand, and even if he did, would he respond with anything but the most extreme disgust and enmity?

For a while, she pondered, but came to no satisfying answer. With a sigh, she replaced the key to its secure spot in the backpack, in the same subsection where she kept the napkin with Danny's crabbed note. For now, she had only decided that she would get back to it later, and busy herself until then.

Jessica pulled back the room's velvet curtains, flooding the room with warm sunlight, and took a look outside. This place was the very opposite of the cold and wind-haunted city she had resided in earlier. Even now, at the cusp of winter, the sky was clear and the temperatures during the day high enough to go out with just a shirt on, and Jessica occasionally wondered why she even bothered with the chill north of the country. In summer, this place would be sweltering, barely anyone would wear more than what was direly required to maintain baseline decency, and the city would turn into an endless parade of scantily clad fuck-meat â" a mouthwatering buffet for a carnivore like her.

Jessica then got dressed â" an oversized, dark long sleeve and a seemingly conservative plaid skirt reaching almost to her ankles. To someone with a body as unusual as hers, any type of clothing was inconvenient to a certain degree, but this kind of garment had a few conspicuous advantages, and left her with a substantial choice. She could either tug her endowment to her thigh, allowing her to walk around almost normally as long as she stayed absolutely flaccid, or she could leave it unbound, swinging with every step she took against the thin fabric of her skirt like a monstrous meat clanger striking a bell, and doubtlessly raising attention. That day, she went with the latter option.

Although her body had expelled vast amounts of cum while she slept and she thus couldn't complain about feeling physically pent-up, a nocturnal emission simply wasn't the same as blasting a flood of cum into the deepest crevices of someone's body, and she quickly felt that strong hunger for some tight, warm hole to ruin.

While traveling south, Jessica had hardly been celibate either. There was that chubby redhead she had brutalised in the next town, abandoned outside sprawling between garbage cans and trash-bags in a semi-conscious state, with her plump ass dotted by bruises and her broken pussy endlessly drooling viscous semen onto the dirty road. That brunette matron, encountered in a grimy public toilet, whose mouth she stuffed with a pair of socks to dampen the deafening volume of her incessant screaming, and who she left right there with a swollen stomach and an overstuffed womb. Or the formerly virgin asshole belonging to some bubble-butted college boy she had turned into a gaping chasm behind the bushes in some park at night. And then, there was that blonde she encountered on the train traveling with her boyfriendâ

Jessica felt no guilt over the trail of destruction she left behind, and the reason for her nomadic lifestyle was not shame, but rather convenience. If she stayed at some place for too long, the situation would eventually tip over, any facade of normality collapsing into a maelstrom of chaos. For countless people, this meant their lives being shattered and irreversible damage being done, but for Jessica, it was a merely irritating. Something that should be avoided if possible, nothing more.

What she was doing didn't appear evil to her, nor were the immediate and long-term corollaries in any way her fault. To thousands of people, she had brought pleasures they would have never known without her, took them along into worlds of bliss beyond their wildest imaginations. So what if a few relationships were torn apart, a few minds tainted with carnal madness, a few live's trajectories radically altered? From her own peculiar perspective, Jessica was an unparalleled force of good, bettering and enchanting this world merely by following her natural desires. And she had never forced anyone to act upon her will, though her ability to beguile and puppeteer others often appeared like mind control.

Strange how the people occupying the other rooms of this hotel were not aware of the divinity that honoured them by her mere presence â" but she was more than ready to provide a few epiphanies.

One round through the hallways. One curious glance at the strange bulge in her skirt. One frightening moment of realisation that it might be more than drape and shadows, one devilish smile while approaching them, one gentle touch of her endowment against their quivering bodies. After all, there was very little she needed to do to change the path of someone's existence.

So easy â" but what else would be expected from someone towering leagues about humanity, who could only laugh at those puny critter? She certainly wasn't to blame for the fact they were so laughably weak, that so many of them immediately broke down when faced with her divinity and forgot about their jobs, their partners, their families, their convictions to become nothing more than willing slaves for her insatiable lust. There might be a time to consider her actions â" but not now. It was time to wreck some cunts.

â"â"

At first, meaning right after he had managed to swallow down the initial shock and the nausea caused by this harrowing sight, Daniel thought that he must have become the victim of some bizarre prank. A sort of new hidden-camera show maybe, obscene and completely grotesque, thriving on shock value.

After all, he concluded, a well-staged deception was not only the most likely explanation, but in fact the sole possible solution. Some shockingly lifelike prosthetics, a crew to arrange everything just as he was supposed to find it, and a system of cameras to record it all. To him, that sounded sensible, although the reasons to perpetrate such a bizarre hoax â" and above all, chose him as a target â" remained completely elusive.

Yet it all seemed so real; no moment where a performance seemed anything less than horrifyingly natural, no prop showing its origins of plastic and rubber, no little mistake to distinguish the theatrical from the factual. And not to speak of the smell, alien in its extreme intensity but unmistakable in its nature, congruous with the over-copious mess of viscous goop, too thick and snow white to be the product of a human body, not to speak of the absurd amount.

After he had evacuated his stomach's contents and Jessica had darted out, doubtlessly returning to her filming crew around the corner to be congratulated and then join the ridicule for the poor fool they duped so bizarrely, a strange sort of light-headedness overcame him. Despite being unable to comprehend the situation, Daniel recognised that the woman half-buried under an avalanche of stinking, thick-flowing stuff needed his help.

Timidly, he stepped to the toilet stall door, not daring to advance any further and come into contact with the pollution. Craning forward, Daniel asked if everything was alright, a question whose enormous stupidity was clear even at that moment, yet nothing more appropriate came to mind.

âžS-Should I call an ambulance?", he added nervously after receiving no immediate response.

âžNo", a female voice answered him after a few long seconds, âžâI'mâI'll be alrightâjustâjust give meâgive me some time".

The woman sounded weakened and dazed, but to his surprise, her tone contained very little of the pain he had expected, and neither shared the horror that he had so doggedly tried to hide. With her back still facing him, Daniel tried not to stare at the space between her spread legs.

And then he simply walked out. As much as he had enjoyed this café before, he figured that he would not visit again, if only to avoid the awkward glares and questions that might be directed at him. He didn't plan on staying in this city for any longer than that conference lasted, so it might not be too big of a loss.

When he was finally back on the streets, gladly breathing the cool, clean morning air to banish that awful stench from his nostrils, he tried to make himself laugh. It seemed like the best thing to do when one becomes victim of a prank, no matter how grotesque it might be â" not to get angry, not to sulk, but to laugh it off and continue with one's life. But even the dry chuckle he managed to force from his throat felt agonized and pathetic.

Daniel, otherwise close to being a teetotaller, poured himself a cup of gin once he returned to his hotel room, then another. Soon, he felt dizzy, not outright drunk, but somewhat more relaxed than before. Despite his best attempts at distracting his mind, his thoughts always returned to that scene, and towards Jessica, who appeared to be the keystone to this bizarre mystery.

He recalled what she was like when they had last seen each other in Norwood; that long-haired, cheeky girl whose face he recognised even after all these years. She seemed different now, yet in a way it was undeniably her, undeniably the Jessica Maijstral he had been friends with, until to his chagrin, his parents separated in a less than amicable divorce leading to him living with his mother for the next half decade, lamentably separating the two friends for so long.

Now, sitting on his hotel room bed with an empty glass in one hand and the bottle on the nightstand beside him, a different thought began to haunt him: What if it was all the truth? What if things were just the way they seemed, if the unimaginable turned out to be a facet of reality stranger than any fiction?

Fancying himself a rational person, Daniel tried to consider it all from a logical perspective. He could accept that Jessica had a penis; still a surprise, but hardly a novel concept in the 21st century, and to a certain degree, he could even accept that she might be bigger than him â" though he saw no reason to complain about the size of his endowment, he was very much aware that some easily exceeded him, even among those with an otherwise short and slender physique â" but what he had seen defied any reason or comprehension. Jessica's endowment, he recalled involuntarily but vividly, reached to her kneeâ

âOr at least it seemed so. Strange angles and shadows might have played tricks on his mind, made a certainly above-average cock seem like an inhuman slab of throbbing meat, and old muck that dirtied the toilet stall like fresh semen. He mused over this for a while, but eventually concluded that the hidden camera hypothesis still held the most water. Maybe he'll catch his own frightened face on TV in a week or two, maybe he'll be a minor celebrity in a few months.

He poured himself another glass of gin. Undeniably soused now, Daniel decided to cut the lectures and classes he should have attended that day. After all, he did feel sick, and the alcohol had hardly improved his mood. Right now, a few hours of sleep seemed to be best; and maybe he could see things from a different perspective then.

â"â"

One of them was her planned target, the other just a serendipitous bonus. The voluptuous black-haired woman she had encountered in a café, resting and enjoying some sweet breakfast food after a rather disappointing morning fruitlessly hunting for some prey. Jessica had found her, sitting alone, and sensed a sort of insecurity and aloofness in her gaze; strong indicators that she could easily be convinced â" although, if Jessica had any shred of honesty in her mischievous mind, she would have to admit that the main argument for choosing her over the others was the drape of her lime green dress, promising ample curves and a pleasant supply of soft meat to have fun with.

Hyena-like, Jessica prowled towards her and administered a full dose of her unique charm, consisting mostly of drawing her attention by thumping her limp meat-rod against the wooden tabletop and proclaiming, in her best seductive whisper, that she can fuck her in such a brutal and obscene manner that her body, let alone her mind, will never forget it. The dark-haired woman, maybe a few years Jessica's senior, didn't immediately give in, but after a couple of minutes of carnal persuasion, she was fully under her spell.

It would have been easy to fulfil her promise right here and now, to take her along to the café's restroom or any sequestered back alley where they might have at least a modicum of privacy, and use her like a cheap toy to be discarded once broken, but Jessica was in an unusually patient mood that day. Instead, the two left the café and strutted back to the hotel, aiming for a more comfortable place to enjoy their little tryst.

For Jessica, this detour turned out to be quite amusing, albeit conspicuously less so for her intended partner. As they walked abreast through the streets and pedestrian zones teeming with shoppers and saunterers, she would occasionally lean over to softly touch the older woman's arm or side, whispering some highly explicit suggestions into her ear, and watch her reaction. Although she had already established far-reaching control over her newest conquest, the brunette's mind still retained enough reason to try to avoid embarrassment in public. Her whole body seemed to be a state of tension, twitching whenever she felt Jessica's fingers caressing her skin, and her pale, well-formed face flushed with red with every remark. She could have gone on tormenting that poor woman like this for hours, but she had to be careful herself; lest she became too excited herself, and that monstrous pillar between her legs, now half-engorged but held down by its own enormous weight, would rise up, and transform a strange, suggestive bulge into a behemoth of depravity.

Eventually, the pair arrived at their target, mostly unnoticed by other pedestrians. Jessica, as keen on maintaining secrecy as always, chose to approach a side entrance of the hotel, opening into a narrow alley hemmed with rows of trashcans. Throwing a furtive look around, she decided to test how successful her approach had been.

Leaning against the taller woman's shoulders, Jessica slightly lifted her dress and reached a purposeful hand underneath, softly laying her slender fingers on the inside of the brunette's thigh. A stifled moan, reflecting sensations too intense to suppress fully, escaped her throat, as her legs trembled and almost buckled at the mere touch.

Jessica gloated triumphantly, feeling hot wetness coating her fingertips. Slowly, she slid downward, noting that the rivulet easily ran past her knee, over her shanks and, as a cursory look at her feet revealed, even soaking her sandals and formed dark blotches on the asphalt where she stood. Such an excessive degree of moisture surprised even Jessica, though it was far from unwelcome.

âžMy-oh-my", she mouthed with a hefty dose of smugness, âžyou really are an eager one, aren't you?".

âžIâI can't believe I'm actually doing this", whimpered the brunette, speaking for the first time in a couple of minutes, her throat constricted by nervousness and her gaze averted in shame.

âžHmm, you can't?", Jessica snorted, âžWell, I can. Don't act that innocent, all this proves just how desperately you want it" â" wiggling her sticky fingers as an unmistakable gesture while mouthing that last phrase. Realising that the younger woman was entirely right, that here whole body smouldered ablaze with searing desire and her mind threatened to completely lose control, the brunette fell into an embarrassed silence, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Jessica gloated unabashedly. The realisation that she had effortlessly managed to turn the stranger's pussy into a gushing fountain not only strengthened her already titanic self-esteem, but also had the expected effect on her unusual body. Within a few tense moments, litres of blood rushed to her crotch and into her monstrous appendage, further inflating that colossal tower of throbbing meat and hoisting it into an almost-upright position. Now, not even Jessica's prudently chosen plaid skirt could pose any resistance against the unleashed momentum of her body â" looking more like a flimsy tarpaulin draped over a large-calibre cannon barrelâ

The woman's eyes were transfixed on this unbelievable sight, and those remnants of doubt or reservation were swiftly wiped from her mind. Her mouth stood open with quivering lips, and a now constant drip originating between her legs coalesced to a small puddle on the dusty ground. Now, she was as ready as any woman had ever been, malleable as warm wax in the girl's hands.

Jessica showed her a wordless, askew smile, until her attention was suddenly drawn by a loud din behind her. Turning around, she saw a load of garbage spread across the floor â" plastic packagings, dirtied papers, half-eaten fruit, all scattered out of a toppled over trashcan like a cornucopia of waste â" and beyond that, a slender, blonde woman stood. Her mien seemed horrified at first, hands crossed over her mouth as if trying to hold back a screamâ

âbut then her face changed into something resembling baffled fascination. Jessica eyed her intently, and was hardly surprised when the accidental onlooker began to inch towards the pair.

âžInterested?", purred Jessica, âžYou're more than welcome to join. Trust me, I've got enough for the two of you".

â"â"

The newcomer proved to be not only willing to partake in a menage-a-trois, but quickly showed herself impressively eager in her approach. Clinging to Jessica's side, she rapidly dotted the girl's neck and face with spitshine kisses while trying to rub her crotch against the slender body. Jessica's attention, however, was focused solely on the brunette. With her face buried in the woman's full chest, her skilled fingers were busy dismantling the lime green dress and tinkering with the bra underneath.

Like some bizarre six-legged creature, they reach the hotel room, and Jessica could barely spare a hand to cram for the key. Once the door fell shut behind them, they were ready to plunge in debauchery.

Pushing the annoying blonde uncourteously aside, Jessica undressed the other woman and eyed her conquest, smugly confirmed in her earlier assessment. The brunette's body was ample, with broad hips and a slight amount of pudge adorning her belly, congruous with her big, pillowy breasts that drooped down under their own weight and sported perky nipples surrounded by wide areolas. Her black slip, the only item of clothing remaining on her, cut deep valleys into her soft, pale flesh, and was dripping with the moistness issuing from her barely-concealed honeypot. In the room's murky twilight, her thighs still glistened as if coated with lacquer.

âžUnbelievable", Jessica snickered, "almost looks like you're pissing yourself â" are you really that fucking horny for my cock? Do you really want me to mess up your guts that fucking bad, huh?".

The brunette nodded with a strange solemness, throwing tresses of black hair over her flushed face, as a sudden sense of apprehension seemed to constrict her throat. The girl watched her struggle with some amusement, while a goopy rope of pre-cum already connected the tip of her gargantuan endowment with the dirtied carpet below.

âžAlright then", breathed Jessica. Showing a smug mien, she languidly cocked her head towards the bed she had slept in just a few hours earlier, and the brunette docilely began to toddle in the indicated direction, giving the girl a pleasant vista of her more than satisfactory backside jiggling with every timid step.

With her otherwise undeceivable senses thus distracted, Jessica didn't notice the figure approaching her from behind until she was startled by the impact of the sweaty body against her own. She grunted with annoyance as slender arms embraced her and a shrill squeal dinned in her ears.

âžWhy do her first?", the blonde cackled, âžYou should fuck me instead! I'm at least as wet as her, and much tighterâcan't you feel it?".

Indeed, Jessica had noticed the moist organ being rubbed against her thigh and buttocks, but the woman's impetuosity did anything but impress her. Within a heartbeat, she had grabbed her assailant by the wrists and exerted pressure with her strong fingers â" not to a painful degree, but with enough force to show that she, if necessary, could hurt her.

âžWait for your turn", Jessica whispered calmly, âžOr I'll drag you out of the room and throw you onto the street. Got that, you impatient slut?".

Once she had loosened her iron grip, the blonde immediately opened her embrace and took two steps back. More than the threatening seizure of her wrists, the icy determination with which the girl had chided her left her shivering, although her body paradoxically enough still throbbed with ardent desire for the one she feared.

âžYes, yes, of courseâyes", the blonde stammered nervously, retreating further into a corner of the gloomy hotel room. Jessica didn't let herself be held back for long by such a trifle annoyance, and quickly stepped over where the brunette was obediently waiting for her. A gentle hand briefly caressed her shoulder, before she felt herself being roughly pushed down onto a stained mattress.

Jessica leapt onto the bed with predatory frenzy, landing with her knees astride the brunette's smooth legs. Her face, girlishly handsome and seemingly innocent just a few minutes ago, was now distorted into a devilish grin, and her incandescent eyes glowed like hellfire shining through emeralds. Having reached its ludicrous, fully erect dimensions, her ungodly cock craned over the figure below, casting a monstrous shadow onto both skin and sheet.

The girl leaned forward, stemming her hands against the mattress besides the brunette's shoulders, and slowly lowered her entire length against the woman's shivering torso. Feeling almost crushed by the stupendous mass of engorged flesh weighting against her, she weakly raised her head â" and realised that, with Jessica's cantaloupe-sized testicles resting between her legs, her now obscured navel lay halfway underneath the shaft's unbelievable length, and only a few inches separated the underside of her breasts from the equally colossal glans, where it had already accumulated a small puddle of hot precum.

All these sensations â" the dawning realisation of its true size, its ponderous weight, and the intoxicating smell diffusing from it â" were too much to comprehend rationally. Hypnotised fully by Jessica's inhuman virility, her face showed an unsure smile and eyes gaping wide, her mind crushed between the most intense lust she ever experienced and horrid fright. Still, the girl hesitated for a moment.

Although she appeared to treat all humans equally, that is to say with a mixture of total disregard and haughtiness, Jessica still liked to give her partners a choice. If the brunette's reason were able to overwhelm her raging primitive desires and allow her to stand up and leave, she would wish her farewell and turn to the next one waiting â" but she was certain this wouldn't happen. The nameless woman was hopelessly entangled in her web, fully at the mercy of a capricious goddess.

After a few moments of tense silence disturbed only by the brunette's panting breaths, Jessica raised her upper body, lifting her mammoth cock off her partner's abdomen. Despite boasting years of experience with the particularities of her unique anatomy and muscular strength that easily belied her slender frame, the girl struggled with her balance, threatening to topple over due to the immense weight of her engorged endowment.

After having found a stable position, Jessica slid back on her knees for about two steps, until her cock loomed, swaying like a gargantuan carnal dowsing rod, over the narrow space between the older woman's legs. Biting her lips in feverish excitement, her attention became laser-focused on the bullseye obscured only by a minuscule triangle of black cloth.

Jessica reached out an aimful hand and clasped the brunette's slip with two fingers, leisurely pulling it down over the voluptuous thighs and shapely shanks, before carelessly throwing that dripping-wet piece of textile aside. Relieved of that final restraining element, the woman's legs spread mechanically, turning the slender V they previously formed into a broad M.

A beautiful rose bloomed just for Jessica. Full outer lips parted to reveal thin inners, like bright pink petals glistening with dew, crowned by a raspberry bud at its upper end. A marvellous sight â" and she knew, gloating with malicious amusement, that she was about to utterly destroy it.

The girl slid a few inches forward, causing her mammoth cock to pendulate widely, spraying coruscating droplets of precum over the supine body and the mattress it lied on, yet constantly aligned itself straight towards the target, just as her gaze was transfixed on the soaked, quivering aperture.

If the woman's mind had been unclouded, functioning with its usually reason and clarity, she would have noticed a few things to worry about â" the fact that the diameter of the engorged monstrosity looming close to her was greater than the distance between her clitoris and her taint, or that its length appeared roughly comparable to her entire thigh, that those giant testicles half-hidden behind it would seem oversized on an equine and completely grotesque on a human, even more so on one this slender and feminine otherwise, and most of all, that she had completely surrendered her body to a total stranger with conspicuously ill intentions, despite knowing that this was bound to have horrific consequences in so many waysâ

If.

The brunette's carnal instincts were boiling over, desires that she was only vaguely aware of stormed her consciousness and laid waste to her mind. All these sensible considerations were nothing but low dikes against the fiery deluge of impatient desire; any feeling of lust she had experienced so far paled and faded into oblivion in comparison. Just like a woman wandering through a scorching desert for days and now lingered on the threshold of death by dehydration, her entire being was subsumed under a burning need â" in her case, the all-consuming avidity to be taken by this cock, to be mercilessly reamed and ploughed, to be bred like a young mare in heat, and to become nothing but a wet hole for it to fill.

Jessica lunged forth â" and a shrill scream tore through the quiet, trailing off into a sort of breathy moan after a few seconds. The girl smiled, revelling in the pleasure of a warm, unspoiled hole sheathing her with almost painful tightness. Only four or five inches, merely a small fraction of her colossal length, had been pushed inside, but the enormous girth was enough to turn the thick outer lips into a thin, taut ring encircling her shaft.

âžOhmyfuckinggod", the brunette whimpered breathlessly, slightly raising her head and staring down at her crotch with wide open, incredulous eyes.

âžOh wow, you're awfully tight", Jessica noted in feigned surprise but unable to fully prevent a smug smile from appearing on her face, âžYou're not a virgin, are you?".

An emphatic head-shake was her partner's reply. With deceptive slowness, Jessica began to pull back her hips, jutting out her own firm posterior until only the very tip of her monstrous glans remained in touch with the other's wetted labia.

âžI mean, it really doesn't matter at all â" there's no way any of their grubby little cocks could ever change the fact that you still feel like one to me. You see, I can't do much with your pussy as long as you're that damn tight â" but don't worry, I'll change that in no time".

The brunette's dazed mind was slow to react, taking a second too long to comprehend the situation, and before she could raise her voice to ask the overly endowed girl to be gentle or grant her a moment for consideration, Jessica had already taken action. With a swift, but mercilessly forceful movement, she rammed her hips forward; feeling the soft, wet flesh strain under the crushing strike and driving her monstrous cock a few inches deeper into the violated opening.

The brunette squealed in pain, arching her back and clawing her fingers into the stained bedsheet. A bolt of searing agony shot through her abdomen, feeling like a white-hot knife had cut into her flesh. But the pain was only temporary, easing after a few seconds into a slight twinge, and left a very different sensation in its wake. It wasn't wholly unfamiliar to the brunette, as she had felt something vaguely similar when intimate with one of her more well-endowed (or at least she thought so at the time) partners; a pleasurable sense of fullness, but the intensity of the sensation was on an entirely different level. Having that grotesque cock inside her felt good â" incredibly good, in fact.

Suddenly, the older woman felt torn, with one half of her mind insisting that the pain was unacceptable and that her body had already suffered enough damage; while the other demanded to keep going, to completely surrender to the full extend of Jessica's bestial desires. Uncertain, she remained motionless

âžYou'reâtearing me apart", she whispered hoarsely, rivets of hot tears already trailing down her flushed cheeks.

âžTear you apart?", Jessica replied smugly, âžNo, I'm not going to hurt youâlike that. Not because I care about you or your tiny pussy, I just don't want to call an ambulance on you. Plus, getting blood on my cock isn't fun".

Horror dawned on the brunette's face as she finally realised what kind of being she was dealing with. Despite her reasonable consternation, the section of her that screamed for more only grew louder and more impatient, imbuing her body with scorching desire. Her soft thighs quivered slightly as lithe hands grabbed them, digging strong fingers into her soft flesh for grip.

Without wasting another breath, Jessica began pounding. Every sweeping thrust elicited a yelp of pain from her partner's throat, reaching an inch or so deeper than the previous one and stretching the once tight opening to unforeseen dimensions, thankfully well-lubricated by the constant drip of precum issuing from the girl's cock-hole.

The brunette quickly became accustomed â" or maybe just grew numb â" to the piercing pain, allowing her mind to focus fully on the pleasure that accompanied it. Jessica's thigh-thick monolith of engorged meat managed to simultaneously rouse every single nerve inside the older woman's pussy, stimulating those sensitive insides to the most excessive degree possible; and it took less than a dozen thrusts to induce the first climax.

The orgasm was hardly comparable to anything the brunette had experienced before â" overwhelming, explosive, electrifying â" A tidal wave of pleasure originating from her crotch and bursting through her entire torso, infusing her mind with unbelievable pleasure and causing her limbs to twitch uncontrollably as if in a seizure. After a while, the climax finally subsided, but Jessica continued to mercilessly ravage her partner's body.

Pound. Pound. Pound.

The strength of that first thunderous orgasm had left her dazed and blew away almost all doubt and fear that had troubled her mind, empowering that animalistic, instinct-driven part of her brain that demanded total and unconditional submission to the girl's inhuman lust. Even her stunned reason soon understood that Jessica's cock not only filled and stimulated her in ways that she never thought possible, but that each thrust of the massive slab of throbbing meat also reached hitherto untouched depths within her, unlocking entire new dimensions of pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.

Before her mind could fully comprehend the first, a second orgasm rocked her body. The brunette arched her back spasmodically, digging her twitching fingers into the mattress and emitted a wordless, warbling yell. This climax lasted close to twice as long as the previous one, struck with such force it felt like a heavy impact against her chest, and leaving her dizzied with aching, cramped muscles â" and still she wanted more.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

By then, Jessica had managed to deposit close to ten inches of thigh-thick cock insides the brunette's strained body, yet so much still remained outside. A definite bulge had begun to form where the oversized glans pushed up against the abdominal wall, becoming more pronounced and wandering further chest-wards with each thrust â" but beyond those mere physical effects, no matter how conspicuous and frightening they may be, Jessica's cock also proved to be highly effective at wrecking her partner's astute mind, benumbing all reason and higher intelligence.

âžOh my fuh-fuh-uhâso guh-gawd-duh deepâI jus' cuh-can't stuhâ"âž, the brunette blubbered, unable to finish her half-formed sentence before another cataclysmic orgasm exploded her voice into an inarticulate wail.

âžTake it â" Shut up and take my fucking cock, you useless fucking whoreâ", Jessica growled through clenched teeth, not even deigning to raise her voice too much.

With more than a foot inside her, the brunette smiled a mindless, toothy grin at the goddess looming above her, before another stupefying orgasm distorted her face into a mask of unimaginable pleasure. The intervals between the climaxes grew shorter and shorter, their strength ever mounting; barely leaving her enough time to replenish the air in her lungs needed for the next clamorous outburst. Screaming turned into inarticulate grunting, and the bulge in her stomach had grown into a clear silhouette of Jessica's inhuman cock, reaching from her distended pussy to some point in upper left corner of her abdomen.

Ram. Ram. Ram.

While her partner was hanging onto consciousness by the skin of her teeth, Jessica seemed almost mechanically focused, although she was just as much a slave to her carnal instincts as the other woman. With demonic strength and a swiftness that even sprinters could only keep up for a short while, the girl unremittingly ravaged the brunette's body, holding onto her soft thighs with iron tenacity for grip.

There was no strategy behind Jessica's doing, no technique beyond what her muscle memory and prepotent desires told her, no need to invest any extraneous thought into something that came as natural as breathing to her. It was some of the roughest, most egotistical sex imaginable, if such primal rutting could even be called sex, and the girl saw no reason to ever change that for even a second.

After all, her baseline performance was enough to fuck the vast majority of people into a pleasure-coma in less than an hour, with only a very few possessing extraordinary mental and physical strength holding out longer or even proving themselves able to take multiple rounds â" so there was absolutely no apparent reason why she should alter her behaviour by even a mote, consider the other's pleasure or try to delay her own climax.

Eventually, she had managed to cram her entire mammoth cock into the brunette's violated body, causing jutting ridges to billow across her abdomen with every brutal thrust and leaving a sharp outline even when most of its length was pulled out. The older woman grunted weakly to the rhythm of Jessica's movements, though this was less any conscious or unconscious reaction and more simply the result of organs being compressed and shoved aside to make space for countless pounds of engorged meat, eventually forcing the air of her lungs. For anyone else, rearranging guts was merely a vivid metaphor for supposedly deep penetration, but when dealing with Jessica, it was a quite accurate description of the experience.

While never stopping or just slowing down too much, Jessica's movements weren't monotonous. Following her whims, she went back and forth between periods of performing huge, sweeping thrusts where at the point of greatest distance more than a foot separated the girl's crotch from her partner's body, and short stabs executed at a blistering, inhuman pace like an engine gone haywire. This enabled her to come closer to the brunette than her endowment would allow otherwise; embracing the other's chest, pushing her head between the amble breasts, sucking and biting the rubbery nipples with more than playful strength, fully intent on leaving her marks all over her partner's body.

Unremittingly, Jessica carried on like this for close to an hour. It took a little more than half the time for the other to pass into a state of total unconsciousness, her mind crushed by the pains and pleasures the girl's cock effortlessly proffered her. Her mien had become an unchanging, pleasure-drunk grin, while hot tears welled from her unblinking eyes. Underneath the pair, the mattress was soaked with the fluids the emitted and compressed by the brute strength of Jessica's endless pounding.

What began as a slight twinge at the bottom of her loins soon turned into a distinct pressure in her lower abdomen, before growing into an almost unbearable force that imbued through her entire torso to the point of feeling like she would burst any moment. Jessica knew that trying to stop or merely delay her orgasm was like attempting to halt a train by jumping onto the tracks, so she waited for the last possible moment to perform one final thrust forward, driving her colossal member deeper into the brunette than ever before and stretching her insides further than most think possible â" causing the grotesque bulge not only to jut out of the brunette's stomach by multiple inches, but even to overhang her lowest ribs. If she had been conscious, she might have fainted at the sight of her body being distorted so gruesomelyâ

Had she not pinched her eyes shut in piercing pain and unthinkable pleasure, Jessica could have seen the first spurt of semen even through the brunette's strained skin. Like a firehouse turned loose, gallons of viscous liquid traversed through her lithe body and flooded her partner's battered insides. The orgasm she experienced was a million times more intense than anything a male could imagine, lasting minutes rather than seconds, and caused her relax her body's long-held tension.

As her limbs gave out, she slumped over the bigger woman's unmoving body. At first, the felt the outline of her monstrous cock, tracing through the brunette's abdomen, poking against her own chest. Soon, the jutting peak merged into a growing mound, and she felt herself being pushed upwards.

Eventually, Jessica's orgasm abated, her cock now only twitching sluggishly and emitting a few drops of fluid with each contraction. Her mind cleared from the climactic daze, and she began to slip back on her knees, slowly pulling her cock out of her partner's body, until the glans dislodged with a wet popping sound.

A flood of gluey semen gushed out of the brunette's hole, although the vast majority remained in her bloated abdomen. Desultory, Jessica eyed her work: The once petit pussy was now a gaping, circular hole corresponding to the circumference of her inhuman cock, with the formerly neat outer labia stretched into a loose wreath and the inners chafed blood-red and pushed aside. Even in the murky hotel room twilight, she could gaze inches deep into the cavern she had created, noting how the colour of her pearly-white cum contrasted with the bruised inner walls. The scene of a horrible, bizarre crime or a wondrous piece of art that proved the superhuman skills of its creator, depending on the viewpoint.

Jessica was hardly impressed.

She barely waited before giving the brunette's voluptuous thigh a probing pinch, repeating this process after receiving no response, and then withdrew with a sigh of disappointment. The other woman was completely gone, and would remain so for at least a few hours.

It may seem surprising the Jessica, not known to pay much attention to the physical and mental well-being of others, would categorically refuse to continue with a passed-out partner, but her reasons for it were hardly altruistic either. In her years of wandering and debauchery, she had learned that body and mind were closely linked â" and that if one broke down, the other was at or even beyond its limits as well. Although she regularly left people in a horrendous state after having her fun with them, fucking someone into an ER was not her intention â" let along causing someone's death.

Even the most resilient and hyper-sexual partners would end up utterly crushed and broken if they had the misfortune of serving as the sole target of Jessica's bestial libido, so gathering a harem wherever she went seemed like the most moral thing to do. Still, a few weeks with her was enough to initiate a process of change, of degeneration, and once that state was reached, she'd take a french leave and continue in a city far enough away that running into a former lover was unlikely. Up until now, this system had worked relatively well, and she saw little reason for substantial change.

Nevertheless â" she had entertained a smidge of hope that the brunette would turn out to belong to the small and elusive group of individuals who could take more than one round with her, but that proved to be unfounded. With her cock still three-thirds erect, she eyed the swollen belly embroiled with stretch marks rising before her, then remembered the delicacy she had picked up on the way back to the hotel.

The blonde crouched close to the wall, nude, with her arms wrapped around her knees. Her skin glistered with sweat, and the section of carpet darkened with moisture surrounding her indicated that she had docilely remained in place while closely watching the events of the last hour transpire.

Without unnecessary haste, Jessica dismounted from the bed and began to cross the room. The slab of meat protruding from her crotch swayed with every step she took, utterly hypnotising the blonde whose gaze was immediately transfixed on it. Facing this unimaginable display of virility and power, her pupils became dilated and the twitching her her thighs betrayed the scorching desire throbbing in her nethers.

Now, less than an arm's length separated the two. Jessica's oversized glans, thickly coated and still dripping with slimy liquid, hung at the heigh of the blonde's breasts, but the sight of her new toy subjugated was enough to excite her, and her cock began to stiffen and rise up, approaching her crouching partner's mouth.

Looking down, Jessica only then realised that the woman she had picked up incidentally happened to be rather good-looking, as the brunette's assets had diverged her attention earlier. She was blessed with a splendid, symmetrical face, bright eyes, an adorable snub nose, and fully, lively lips, now half-open and quivering. She smiled at the crouching woman, knowing exactly what the other was about to do.

Hesitantly at first, the blonde raised her shaking hands to the behemoth dangling before her, shuddering as her fingers first came in contact with the slimy, hot surface, shocked by its great weight and the fact that both her hands could barely encircle its girth. The smell overwhelmed her with its intoxicating intensity, a strange mixture of virile muskiness and feminine notes. After taking one last deep breath, she placed her lips on the tip of Jessica's cock and was instantly rewarded with a spurt of precum, equalling to a typical male ejaculation in volume, filling her mouth with salty warmth.

The blonde quickly realised that she could fit barely more than half of the titanic glans into her mouth and shifted to a strategy of caressing the meaty, sensitive tip and passionately french-kissing, so to speak, the cock-hole and greedily swallowing down its constant emissions instead. Jessica grunted lightly, more blood engorged her cock even further and caused the thumb-thick veins to stick out like snakes crawling under a piece of cloth, and she had to hold her shaft down with one hand, otherwise it would have jumped up and escaped the blonde's reach.

Beside her beauty, the blonde also showed unusual skill, deftly handling Jessica's mammoth cock whereas most others only managed to clumsily lick and rub it. Still, the girl figured, as nice as this oral treatment felt, it would probably not be enough to make her cum. At the same time, some neurotic part of her mind decided that she was acting too passively for an being of her status, and should regain control, posthaste.

âžYou were so eager to be my fuck-toy earlier", Jessica said in a soft voice, gently laying a hand on her partner's head as if to lovingly pet her.

âžLet's see if that is still the caseâ".

Without the slightest prior warning, Jessica roughly grabbed the blonde's hair and thrust her hips forward, forcing the other woman's mouth open and shoving her cock inside until the glans struck the back of the throat. Her partner's eyes widened in pain and horror, feeling as if her jaw was about to snap in two and her lips tear like wet paper, but Jessica kept a cool smile.

âžThat's what you get for being such a chatty bitch. Gotta put your mouth to good use for a while, whore".

No sooner said than done, Jessica gave another thrust, sinking her throbbing endowment deeper into her partner's throat. The blonde's mouth was pried open like a snake's maw devouring a large prey, her throat swelling obscenely, at first just below her chin but after a few more pushes down to her collarbone. Still, a large section â" far exceeding an average man's length â" of Jessica's monstrous endowment remained between the girl's crotch and her partner's strained lips.

Once those annoyingly narrow passages were properly reamed out, it would have been possible to fuck it like any other hole, if it weren't for a nasty little problem Jessica had encountered before. Her throbbing cock-meat not only stuffed the blonde's gullet, but also pushed aside and compressed the trachea, allowing barely any air to pass through.

The other woman's breathing had become rapid and swallow the second Jessica's endowment entered her throat, and the pain and panic she felt only worsened the condition. As only a hand's breadth of girthy cock remained separating the two and the tip approached the depths of the blonde's stomach, her body suddenly went limp â" slumping down on itself with only the pillar of engorged meat inside stabilising it.

Jessica sighed. Still holding the blonde by the hair, she began to slowly pull her off her cock, revealing more than a foot of ultra-girthy cock plastered with the combined fluids of the three until her glans popped out. Immediately, the blonde collapsed and sprawled on the dirtied carpet â" motionless, devoid of body tension, not breathing.

âžDamnâlooks like I've killed her", Jessica mouthed with horrifying insouciance, sounding more like a child that had broken one of its many toys. Fortunately, the blonde stirred a moment later, curling up as she began to cough up mouthfuls of slimy gloop. Once she could breathe somewhat naturally, she looked up with a gaze full of horror and confusion to the girl towering before her.

Jessica, smiling cooly, barely left her a second to reorient herself before stepping behind the sprawling body, grabbing it by her hips and roughly jerking her into a kneeling position with the blonde's posterior turned towards her. Naturally, the girl's gaze instantly jumped onto the now exposed crotch, intently eying the dainty vertical slit hemmed with soaked patches of light hair and the tight, pinkish keister above.

âžWell, well, well", she began, âžSo sorry for almost suffocating you. To make up for it, I'll let you decide which hole of yours I'll ruin first, alright?".

The blonde didn't answer, feeling like her throat had been torn to shreds and her jaw was about to snap off her face. With not even a grunt to indicate where her partner's preference may lie and very limited patience left, Jessica made the choice for her instead.

â"â"

In the evening of the same day, Daniel felt replenished enough to take some cautious steps outside. Although the shock still lingered somewhere in the back of his mind, he reckoned that any place where he'd be among people would be more salubrious than staying in the dusky silence of that dim hotel room. Earlier, he had walked past that bar once or twice while exploring the city, but only now did he decide to check it out.

The establishment turned out to be somewhat more crowded that he had expected, considering the relatively early hour, yet it was still quiet enough to have a conversation without raising one's voice. Daniel ordered a bottle of the beer the man behind the counter recommended, and took a few nibs off the cold, tart liquid.

For a while, he sat there almost exactly like he had done earlier in the hotel room; lost in his thoughts and ruminating over possible explanations for the things he had witnessed that morning. Occasionally he'd look up from his drink and threw a cursory glance around, noting the other patrons bunched in small groups around him. There seemed to be little chance for worthwhile conversation, so he kept quiet, and at times even considered calling Anne.

What a strange relationship the two had, Daniel mused. Like a pair of celestial bodies on concurrent orbits, they would come so close at times, almost seeming to converge into one, only to veer away a second later and leave him in the icy dark. One or two months all would seem well, then she'd say something about focusing on her studies and her art or about meeting other people. Eventually, they'd get back together, starting the whole cycle anew.

Daniel occasionally wondered why he continued to put up with this ordeal, carried on trudging in a direction that he knew lead nowhere, but whenever he saw her again, those doubts were quick to dissolve. Anne managed to beguile him as much with her intelligence and creativity as her breathtaking body did, and whenever they would get back together she'd overwhelm him with such fiery passion and desire that any reasonable counterarguments fell flat. Even now, just thinking about his hands caressing her shapely curves, her soft pale skin, was enough to dizzy him with arousal and unconsciously cause him to tighten his grasp around the bottle.

Sooner or later, the two would end up back together, if only for that rush of pleasure in the first few days. Maybe if either of them moved to a different state, that tie between them would ultimately be broken, otherwise the magnetism would always guide him back into her arms. Still, he decided against calling her that evening.

What could he even tell her? That he had witnessed a scene that made the most abstruse, outrageous porn seem genteel, the immediate aftermath of a sexual massacre perpetrated by a woman (or something masquerading as a woman) he remembered only as an innocent schoolgirl? That he hoped to calm his strained mind with the contrived idea that it was all some sort of grand conspiracy against him? Anne would think he had lost his mind, and she wouldn't be unreasonable in her assessment. Musing over such things, Daniel happened to overhear a conversation between two women a few tables over, whom he judged to be about his age.

âžBy the way, have you seen Natalie recently?"

âžNatalie, NatalieâBlonde, tall, and uh, pretty busty, you mean that one?"

âžI meanâif you want to put it that way, yes. It's justâwellâwe've arranged to go to that concert together, but she just didn't show up. I tried to call her, but she never picked up her phone. Seems likeâshe just vanished into thin air".

âžHow odd".

âžYeah, super strange".

âžNot just that. I s'pose you don't know Marita Gibbons?".

âžI, uh, don't think so".

âžWell, I haven't seen her in a week or so either, and she ain't responding to my messages".

âžYou think that somethingâbad could have happened to them?".

âžLet's not be paranoid, Carla, I'm sure they're alright. But I can't deny that whole thing is pretty darn weird, huh?".

âžTrue that".

âžJust two of the hottest women I know disappearing in the span of a few days. You think they went off together, doing some steamy girl-on-girl things with each other?".

While the two conversants still giggled at that silly suggestion, Daniel shoved aside the emptied beer bottle, having pulled off the etiquette in a bout of nervousness, then payed for his drink. Pulling his jacket closer, he left the bar, finding it no longer a pleasant place to be. A thought buzzed through his mind, a strange intuition that something very strange was going on, that he had been presented a number of puzzle pieces that did not form a coherent picture yet.

Unsure where to go next, he strutted through the night.

â"â"

All in all, Jessica was very pleased with her work.

Night had fallen by now, and the only light illuminating the hotel room came in from the streets. A pair of nude figures, strangely contorted, lay on the ravaged double bed, motionless except for their heavy breathing. Otherwise, the room was eerily quiet.

Jessica stood in the doorframe leading to the bathroom, stretching her tireless limbs and cracking her neck. Not a bad result for a first day, especially one that had started rather disappointingly. Alternating between the two, she had violently ploughed them to the absolute limits of their mental and physical durability, caused them to experience a myriad of ultra-intense, soul crushing orgasms and injected them with a hundred times more potent semen than they would have otherwise imbibed in their entire lives.

Their names were of no interest to her, and neither did she plan to reveal hers to them. Such niceties only made things more complicated, she averred, although she sometimes broke those self-appointed rules. The carnage she had wrought wouldn't placate her monstrous urges for long, but right now, Jessica felt relieved and willing to grant the two a few hours of respite.

Giving herself a lick and a promise in the bathroom, she cleaned her hands and face but left the rest of her body smeared with that musky grime that emerged whenever she engaged in some carnal pleasure. After a few days, it would begin to emit that pungent, yet beguiling odour, but right now she hardly smelt worse than anyone else after exercising. Donning the clothes she had earlier tossed aside, she left the hotel room.

The city itself hardly interested Jessica, as it was architecturally boring and historically shallow, but besides its obvious potential as a bountiful hunting ground, it offered some other factors that appealed to her. Even now, a mild breeze came through from the nearby ocean, its salty smell awaking vague memories of her childhood, and she decided to pay a visit to the seaside.

Passing undisturbedly through the mostly empty streets of this part of the nocturnal city, Jessica soon found herself standing on the grainy sand. No sounds reached her ears besides the monotonous sizzling of the surf breaking against the coast; and before her, the inky-black ocean extended towards some infinitely distant, inscrutable horizon. A pale gibbous moon shone above, casting down its sallow gloom onto the beach.

Much, Jessica mused, she had lost. All sorts of pleasant scenes came to mind, things that she would give much to recover; but with them, bitter and horrific memories followed as unwanted corollaries, making her flinch. The past remained an open wound, but she had learned to distract herself well. For all that was missing, for the life she might have led otherwise, she had gained much â" to the chagrin of some and the benefit of others. Her daily life was beyond the imagination of most, experiencing pleasures and sensations every day that they never could, and those who even knew feared, hated, or envied her.

Still, occasionally, a thread of melancholy wove itself into her thoughts. What use was it being a deity if you were alone? Why have so much, when what you desire the most was irreversibly lost? How could you brave the world if you fear your own past? Jessica shook off those leaden questions and began to trail the beach northwards.

Soon, she reached an area where the sand seamlessly transitioned into grassland dotted with cypresses. Not far off, she detected movement and approached curiously. Just aside a tree, two figures lay in mutual embrace; a young man supine and a girl above, passionately kissing his boyish face and caressing his body. Looking more closely, she discovered a detail that caused a mischievous smile to show on her face.

Within a heartbeat, the melancholic Jessica turned back into her usual self; a devilish being with the power of a god and the sadistic streak of a spoiled child. The young male's jeans were unbuttoned, and his puny cock jutted through the opening, not much longer than the breadth of girl's palm wrapped around it. Focused on each other, they didn't notice the silhouette stepping out of the darkness.

âžHey", Jessica shouted, âžstop wasting your time fiddling with that dicklet and take a look â" ", theatrically lifting her skirt and revealing what she hid underneath.

The young woman jumped up like a startled cat, emitted a shrill scream and darted off into the night. Her lover gasped, awkwardly fumbled onto his feet, and ran off, his face a pale mask of horror and his minuscule endowment still bobbling from his crotch.

Jessica chortled like a child overhearing some adults telling a dirty joke, but once she reached the cypress, she couldn't suppress a sigh. A fun prank, but too confrontational to pick someone up unless they were completely desperate for some cock. Now that she thought about it, that boy seemed rather cute; slender and long-haired, just the type that was fun to destroy. In fact, she might fuck him first and have her watch, then switch between themâ

In the depths of her mind, hunting instincts awoke again. Tenderly, she traced her hand over the cypress's stem, wondering if the two might have been the type to scratch their initials, encased by a crude heart, into the bark. Jessica was unsure if people still did that. Whatever may be the case, she had her own method to leave her mark, one that was less enduring but a thousand times more conspicuous.

Raising her skirt just lightly to keep it from being soiled, she began to emit a forceful, constant steam of piss, splashing as it hit the bark and soon forming a large puddle at the tree's base. Once her bladder was emptied, she gave her limp cock a quick shake to draw out the last few drops, and nonchalantly walked away. Now, she was ready to go on the prowl.

Sure, back at the hotel the two belles were waiting for her, hopefully conscious again and ready to receive another round of apocalyptic pounding, but Jessica still felt the urge to add a few more members to her newest harem. Even if the duo would prove resilient enough to serve as the sole targets of her monstrous libido for a while, the desire to dominate persisted, to conquer, to further enlarge her group of slavish devotees â" in short, to be worshipped as nothing less than the immaculate incarnation of a supreme being.

But even a deity needed sustenance sometimes. Only then did she feel a pang of hunger, realising that she hadn't eaten in more than half a day as her stomach growled pitifully. Jessica made her way towards more peopled areas, fretting for a moment when she realized that she'd need money to buy food, before remembering the deposit she had cached in her left shoe, knowing her own aloofness. The bill was crumpled and smelled appallingly, but served its purpose.

A short while later, Jessica sat on a bench next to a flickering streetlight and consumed a rather unhealthy, if delicious, meal consisting of a portion of french fries and a large chocolate milkshake. Like any good predator, her watchful eyes kept scanning her surroundings, noting any pedestrian that passed by. Most were too unattractive to serve as anything but a last resort, seemed too busy to be distracted easily, or possessed some other characteristic that made them uninteresting.

A sudden commotion aroused Jessica's interest. Rounding the nearest street corner ambled a group of a dozen or so young women, whom she judged to be either high school or college students, tittering and gesturing to one another. A sly smirk formed on her face as she considered their bodies, some slim and some curvy, all more than sufficient to be used. Now, she considered having her way with them, not as individuals, but as a mere concoction of bodies, a multi-facetted toy to defile in countless manners, and that familiar tinge began to spread through her lower abdomen. But somehow, her gaze shifted away from the crowd of delicious potential victims, towards a single silhouette standing aside.

Maybe the initial eye-cacher was just the beautiful contrast â" the chiaroscuro of her ankle-length ivory dress against the chestnut tone of her skin. The stranger's body, as far as she could tell, appeared sensual, though not to an excessive degree, yet the feature that immediately beguiled Jessica was her face. At the same time, it seemed exotic yet strangely familiar, perfectly proportioned while still strikingly natural, ancient in its enthralling majesty but also vivid and youthful, like a lustrous idol carved from ebony wood eons ago come to life though nubian sorceryâ

Suddenly, Jessica experienced a sort of fascination that was wholly unfamiliar to her. It was more than mere physical attraction â" although the stranger did arouse her greatly â" and neither any sort of purely aesthetic appreciation. Within heartbeats, she had managed to bewitch and stun her, simply by staring deep into Jessica's eyes and proffering her a mysterious smile. The group of young women passed between the two, and once they had done so, the stranger was gone.

Jessica jumped up, casting aside the remnants of her dinner. Although her emotions were inexplicable to her, she knew that she had to find that woman, if only to take a closer look and affirm her convictions. So she darted across the street, closely evading a honking car, and just barely caught a white-clad shape rounding a corner into some alley.

Here, the sidewalks were more densely crowded, and she had to jostle her way through the throng, gaining some curious or annoyed glances. Jessica's somewhat diminutive heigh forced her to stand on tiptoes to get a good look, trying to espy the stranger that vexed her so greatly, but discerning someone in the bustling sea of heads proved to be almost impossible. Snorting in frustration, she eventually ran off into a direction where she thought she might have caught a glimpse of a white-clad figure turning into an alley.

Jessica knew this to be a hopeless endeavour â" yet the idea of losing sight of the enigmatic woman without unravelling her mystery for some reason pained her so severely that she could not bring her feet to a halt. Senseless, led at best by a vague intuition, she sped through the night, through broad streets and narrow ones, through alleys and passageways, over asphalt and overgrown lawns. One more concrete question burned in her mind: Could this unfamiliar sensation she felt be love? Could it really be that, after sleeping with thousands, she would become enamoured with one she had only seen for a few seconds? Jessica had heard of, though never experienced herself, this so-called love at first sight, but what had afflicted her seemed to go beyond even that.

Eventually, resignation turned her aimless run into a slouched trot. Jessica now walked through a hitherto unvisited section of the city, where both pedestrians and cars were scarce. Monolithic buildings with flaking grey walls hemmed the deserted streets, windows close to the ground were either smashed-in or merely dark and lifeless like the eyes of a dead man. Without goals or orientation, she carried on.

A while later she passed by a strangely discoloured neon sign advertising hot dogs, and took the chance. The grimy bar offered just a single table, which she had to share with two heavy-set bearded men. They conversed in a language she couldn't understand and occasionally gave her curious gazes, but otherwise ignored the girl.

The sky had turned to a milky twilight heralding a nearby dawn when Jessica arrived back at her hotel. Unnoticed and unhurried, she mounted the stairs that lead to her room, finding little solace in the knowledge that two hungry vixens were impatiently waiting for her return. Then, while approaching the door, she noticed something odd.

Jessica picked up the note affixed to the panel, and held it up in the dim light to decipher the hand-written message on it.

âžToo slow to catch me this time. Meet me in Norwood if you wish to know more. Love, C. T."

Taking a deep breath, she gingerly folded the paper. More confused than she had been in many years, Jessica grabbed the door handle and stepped into the room.

Chapter 4: Delenda Est

Notes:

Alright, time to shed some light on our girl's past. This chapter ended up being pretty long and not all that focused on lewd conduct, so you could skip it if you're just in for the hot futa action. Either way, I hope you'll enjoy it.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Whoever follows Patterson Road eastward will eventually pass by an overgrown lot, heavily crowded with pink-weed and all sorts of gnarled bushes, hiding the few remnants of the building that had once occupied the spot; charred fragments of plastered walls, shattered bricks, metal pieces warped beyond recognition.

A decade earlier, these sorry remains still constituted a proud and spacious home, constructed in an old-fashioned style harkening back to the heyday of colonial architecture. Even then, the garden surrounding it was somewhat dilapidated, although a well-maintained thoroughfare still connected the house with the nearby road. Not far off, an ancient maple tree proudly rose skyward and stretched out wide its branches to grant shelter on hot summer days.

Through the eastward window of this house, a young girl stared with a mien of wistfulness and melancholia. Occasionally, she threw a furtive look back over her shoulder, towards the closed door of her room and the quiet hallway behind. Outside, a mild summer breeze rustled through the nocturnal garden.

She had waited long for this day, made preparations, arranged plans only to dismiss them soon after and come up with something new. The fact that this felt necessary and unavoidable still pained her, yet she was dead certain that things could not go on as they were any longer, and that she had to take radical measures whether she liked to or not. Now, the long-anticipated night had arrived, the night that was supposed to change her life's trajectory forever.

With the boldness that arose from despair, she gingerly opened the window, careful not to make any noise, and tossed out a long rope she had tied of pillowcases and bedsheets. A waft of fresh air struck her face, an enticing herald of freedom, and the girl began to climb down. Twice she lost her footing for a moment, dangling only by the strength of her arms, but otherwise her grip was tight, allowing her to swiftly descend knot by knot.

As the girl's feet finally came into contact with the ground, she took a deep breath and her face began to show a strange mixture of excitement and consternation. After looking up to have a final glance at the portentous window and the room it opened into, she began to cross the garden, soon disappearing among the dense growths.

Five years had she waited for this day, although she did not know it until a few months ago. Even now, the exact situation she was in seemed incomprehensible to her, yet she knew that she could never find answers if she remained static. Something strange was going on, something that she could tell was unique to her person and did not affect others her age; that she was sure about.

She loved him dearly â" loved him more than anyone else in her tiny world, in fact, but she could no longer remain his prisoner. He often told her that she was smart for her age, and indeed could she easily see through the flimsy and evasive replies he gave when asked about the reasons for her captivity. Now they were irrelevant, and although her plan was vague and inchoate in many aspects, she was sure that those questions would be answered by the end of her sojourn.

Behind the house, the vegetation coalesced into a dense copse, where low branches and brambles scratched for her limbs while she passed through. Luckily, the full moon shone bright enough to illuminate her path. The girl eventually reached the border of the parcel, standing on that dusty road running perpendicular to its edge. Beyond, lush fields of ripe wheat stretched to the moonlit hills miles away.

No longer a child, but still possessing some of that innocent curiosity and invigorated by her newfound freedom, the girl walked over to the field, plucked herself an ear of wheat and place it in her mouth. Immediately, her face distorted into a frown and she spat out the bitter pulp â" admonishing herself for even doing something so puerile and idiotic. She knew that they made bread out of those things, but right now they tasted like grass. Insouciantly, the girl carried on.

Soon, the unpaved road merged with an asphalted but empty street, which she chose to follow southward. To her left rose a thick and lightless forrest, making her wonder if there could be some critters in there she should be afraid of. Maybe wolves, or perhaps badgers, which seemed less dangerous but still worthy of being avoided, and she'd prefer not to use the kitchen knife she had cached in her backpack anyways.

Trailing along, other thoughts soon began to imbue her mind. Turn around, a seemingly candid voice told her, there is no use in carrying on, and if you come back now, he'll surely forgive you for doing something so dumb. Reasonable, but she shook it off nevertheless. The girl knew that she would eventually return, would sooner or later be back with him, but the experiences she had until then would ensure that things could not return to their dismal erstwhile state. In her mind, he'd be forced upon her return to finally give her an honest answer, explain to her why she had to live like a prisoner, why she could not be like the others her age. In the end, she would have either certainty or freedom.

From the north, a car approached. The girl was rather ignorant in that regard, recognising only that it seemed somewhat less bulky than the one He drove, and could discern the colour only as a dark hue in the gloomy moonlight. Just like she had seen on TV, the girl stuck out her arm and extended her thumb upward as it came closer, and to her surprise, it actually began to slow down, coming to a standstill just beside her. The window rolled down, and a silhouette addressed her in a masculine voice.

âžWhatcha doing all alone that late at night, huh?"

âžPleaseâjust take me alongâI need to get away from here", she quavered back.

The driver hesitated for a moment, then leaned towards her and revealed himself to be a slender middle-aged man. His blue eyes regarded her cooly, his head hair and handlebar moustache appearing the same colour as the wheat fields she had passed by. After a while, he opened the door.

âžAlright, Missy, hop in. My name's Thomas, but you can call me Tom".

âžI'm Je-Juh-Janice. My name is Janice".

Exuberantly, she took his offer, and a moment later they were on the move again.

âžNow, Janice, I can take you south, but you gotta be honest with me, understood?"

âžYes, Mister".

âžFirst â" How old are you?"

âžEighteen".

The driver eyed her with suspicion, then broke out into a hearty laugh.

âžI'll take that as a joke. Fifteen I might have believed you, but even when it's as dark as the inside of a cow, I can tell that you're far younger. Now, missy, I asked you to be honest".

âžSorry, MisterâI'm Thirteen, Fourteen in three months, Mister".

âžThat's more like it, good good. Now, I can see that you're no street child, so I guess you're a runaway. Correct?".

The girl looked at him with eyes wide open, shocked to have been unmasked so quickly, but Thomas's face showed neither anger nor disapproval, merely a certain sense of amusement.

âžYouâ"you have to understand! I couldn't stay there any longerânot with the way he treats meâ"

âžYour father, you mean?"

âžY-yes".

The man's face became serious, the car turned onto the highway.

âžDid he hit you?".

âžSir?"

âžYour father â" did he hit you or use some other kind of violence?".

âžN-no, not that".

âžWell, did he â" I mean â" did he touch you in any inappropriate way, force you to do things you didn't want to?".

âžNo! He is a good man, he does not hurt me, butâheâ".

âžNow spit it out, missy, otherwise I cannot help you".

The girl emitted a drawn-out sigh.

âžIt's justâyears ago, he took me out of school, and now he teaches me himself. I'm not allowed to go out unless he's coming with meâHe doesn't like it when I talk to people my age, says I should stay away from my friendsâI guess they've all totally forgotten about me by now. And you know, you know what he tells me when I ask him why he does all that?".

âžI don't".

âžHe says that I'm ill, that there's something wrong with my body. Says that I've had it since birth, and it's gotten worse over the last few years. Says that I'll be alright one day, but right now it's dangerous for me to â" what word did he used â" come into physical contact with others. And he makes me take all those weird medications, you see, and when I ask him about it, he only says he'll tell me when the right time comes â" what does that even mean?"

âžI justâcan't keep on living like that. It's such a lonely life", the girl continued with a barely restrained sob distorting her voice. Thomas kept his eyes on the road, now steering the car into a town and passing by darkened storefronts, yet his face showcased a pensive mood.

âžThat sounds bad, missy, he really shouldn't treat you like that. But I have to ask: Do you think that he's telling you the truth, about your illness, I mean? I'm far from a doctor â"âž

âžNo! I'm not sick!", the girl blurted out petulantly, barely able to hide the trembling of her voice under a veneer of anger. A cold shower darted down her spine as he spoke, and her face went chalk-pale, fortunately merging with the general pallor cast by the moonlight.

Thomas had not only managed to expose her as a runaway within seconds of her getting into the car, but even to see right through her and espy the secret she so desperately tried to keep hidden â" Father was right in that regard. She couldn't deny that there was something wrong with her body, something that she didn't understand, something that had recently become more conspicuous and unusual. Janice, as she had named herself, wasn't like the others her age, and long accepted this as sufficient reason for her isolation. With quivering lips, she squeezed her thighs together and turned her knees towards the door, hiding the shame that was her peculiar physique.

âžAlright, alright", the driver assured her in a fatherly tone, now driving through a neighbourhood that seemed oddly familiar to the girl.

âžSee, missy, I get that you're in a bad position, what you describe there isn't right at all. But I know a place where you'll be save, where you can get the help you need".

An unpleasant feeling, like some thorny beast clawing tightly around her liver, began to arise in her stomach. Although she had no way to be sure, Thomas's words sounded so suspicious to her despite the soothing tenor, and she surmised that the place he spoke of wasn't one she wanted to go to. Suddenly, the air seemed to reverberate with danger, and Tom's friendly smile like a predator's vicious grin.

The car turned into a mostly empty parking lot, and with once glance through the driving seat's window, her worst fears were proven real. Thomas reached out his hand to lock the car doors, but the girl, in a movement swifter than he could have expected, had already grabbed the handle and lunged outside before he could do so. He opened his mouth to shout something while the girl darted across the asphalt and disappeared in the darkness, then let out a resigned sigh and leaned back.

âžWell, I tried to help her", he said with obvious disappointment. Turning his head, he looked at the brightly illuminated sign proclaiming POLICE in sickly white and icy blue, and wondered if he could have done more for this obviously disturbed girl. Thomas then proceeded to drive home for some sleep he badly needed.

â"â"

The air inside the bathroom was warm, muggy, and smelt of rosewater and lavender. Underneath the bathwater's foaming surface, a strangely outlined figure lay submerged â" until it presently raised its head, throwing a sodden curtain of chestnut hair over a youthful, slightly boyish face. A slender hand rose from the depths to push the obstruction aside, and bright eyes opened narrowly.

Jessica sighed. A few days had passed since she randomly became obsessed with a mysterious stranger, and then found an equally enigmatic note once she returned to the hotel room. Again and again, she considered the words, but could make little sense of them.

Too slow to catch me this time. Meet me in Norwood if you wish to know more. Love, C. T.

First, Jessica averred that she would do exactly as told, break camp and return to her hometown posthaste. Then, she pushed it towards the next day, and the one after that. Doubts soon began to cloud her mind, considerations that this could be, in whatever sense, dangerous. While she braved the present with incredible boldness and the future with complete indifference, some aspects of her past, especially those closely connected to that place in the northeast, made her feel anxious and act cautiously. Between wariness and curiosity, Jessica was torn and condemned to idleness â" or rather idleness in her own unique understanding.

Still, that strange discovery prompted her to change location. While remaining in the same city due to the pleasant weather and some other factors, she relocated to a different hotel, along with her harem that had gained three new members in the following days, of which one provided Jessica with the generous donation that allowed her to seek more luxurious lodging. The rooms here were more spacious, congruous with the enlarged group, and the fancy spacious bathtub was certainly a boon as well.

Now, Jessica could take some time to relax before jumping back into the fray with renewed enthusiasm. After such a multi-day marathon fuck, even her steeled limbs felt strained, and her adamant cock marred at some spots with chafes. Here, suspended in the warm water infused with fragrance, she was relieved of the enormous weight her endowment exerted on her crotch; a strange but pleasant sensation that helped to calm her mind. Of course, that searing fire deep inside still burned, subdued but never extinguished, ready to burst into a cataclysmic conflagrationâ

Some more diversion was needed. Jessica reached to her left and grabbed the remote for the TV situated across the tub â" just the kind of unnecessary decadence she had paid for. After zapping through commercials, car chases, news, commercials again, and some daytime soap reruns, she reached some quiz show and put the control down.

âžAlright, next question", the moderator, a middle-aged man with a truly laughable toupee, announced.

âžOh, that's a difficult one â" really tricky. Here it comes: Which of these french revolutionaries was murdered while he was bathing?"

âžMarat", groaned Jessica, slightly shifting in the tub and causing waves to slosh across the foamy water.

âžWas it: A, Maximilien Robespierre â" B, Toussaint Louverture â" C, Jean-Paul Marat â" or D, Thomas Paine".

The dumbfounded faces of the contestants amused Jessica greatly, chuckling childishly at their perceived ignorance. Still, one a closer look she decided that two of the four were fit to be her fucktoys, maybe three if she felt peculiarly rapacious. The following questions concerned sports and mathematics, areas that she was less knowledgeable in, and the show began to bore her. Eventually, she turned off the TV and leaned back, cherishing her luxurious bath.

A hollow rapping drew her attention. She chose to ignore it, but the door she had foolishly left unlocked soon opened a crack, enough for a curious face hemmed by onyx tresses to peek inside. Jessica instantly recognised her as the brunette that represented her first successful conquest in the new city and since then obediently followed her. In lieu of a real name, Jessica sometimes addressed her as Cow-Tits, which was ultimately neither a unique nor a particularly specific nickname.

âžHey stud", the brunette purred, âžwouldn't it be nice if I joined you in the water?".

The girl looked at the intruder with dim interest, noting that the other woman's gaze was fixed on the spot beneath the foamy surface where she assumed the treasure to lie hidden.

âžNo need. I'm done already".

Jessica stood up, streams of scented water flowing down her slender and athletic, yet feminine body, making her subtle muscles glisten like polished marble and her carmine nipples perk like tiny spires. Her cock, seeming to possess a mind of its own, decided to flop around before and between her firm thighs in the manner of a giant beast unwillingly dragged from the lightless depths of the ocean.

Needless to say, Cow-Tits eyed it with open-mouthed fascination. The ample-bodies woman slid into the room, her skin covered in dried sweat and grime that only accentuated her fecund looks, and her voluminous breasts, dragged down by their own considerable weight, hung close to her belly-button. But to her dismay, Jessica stepped out of the bathtub and immediately swung a white towel around her hips, barring the enchanting view.

The girl approached the bathroom mirror and intently regarded herself, noting that her hair had grown too long for her liking and would require some restyling soon. A glance at her nose made her wonder if a cute little septum ring may suit her, then a wet slap sounded to her left.

Cow-Tits had dropped to all fours, raising her broad, pillowy ass towards the girl in a more than obvious gesture. Shaking her hips, she caused her soft flesh to bounce and her fat cheeks to clap against each other in a chaotic rhythm, but Jessica's gaze went straight past those showcased attractions.

âžWhat's that?", the girl asked abstractly.

âžOh, you know what that is, and it can't wait toâ"âž

âžNot that, stupid", Jessica mouthed with annoyance, âžâthat thing on your arm".

Indeed, she had somehow overlooked that small tattoo on the brunette's right forearm despite fucking her dozens of times, most likely due to the distractive effect the ample assets nearby had on her. Jessica eyed those letters with great curiosity, only partially able to decipher them from that distance.

âžYou mean this?".

âžYes, this", she answered impatiently.

âžOh, it just says Cassie â" that's the name of my daughter â" and the date of her birth".

âžCassieâCassieâCassandraâ", Jessica mused, suddenly lost in the depths of her own thoughts.

âžAh, you like that? Think it's hot that I'm a mom, hmm? Hey, don't you want to mess up mommy's pussy some more with your horse-cock, yeah?", Cow-Tits blubbered while continuing to gyrate her hips for the indifferent onlooker. After days of violent rutting, her vagina already showed some of the inevitable signs of heavy maltreatment; as her labia now protruded significantly more than before, becoming more wrinkled and darker, while the surrounding pudenda was swollen and bruised and a growth of scattered black stubble showed that some time had passed since the last shaving. Even now, a rivulet of glistening moistness trailed down from her slit over her pudgy stomach.

Jessica felt something stir in the depths of her memory, some ghostly outline forming in the distance, but she could not tell what it represented. The name Cassandra meant something to her, perhaps she had know someone so called in her dim past that seemed to suddenly have become important again, some vague connection that refused to become any clearer despite her racking her brain. At the same time, a strange idea formed in her mind â" an inexplicable guess what the first initial of the mysterious abbreviation C. T. might stand forâ

Yet no matter how hard she tried to concentrate, her predatory instincts remained active, and her gaze again and again shifted to the increasingly impatient brunette offering herself. Already, she felt her endowment pushing against the towel's soft fabric and causing an undeniable ridge to appear between her thighs. Deciding that she could never think clearly under these circumstances, Jessica sighed angrily at Cow-Tits's four-legged form and left the bathroom.

The hotel room looked like one would expect the results of a multi-day frenzied orgy, with some additions that were wholly unique to her. Forming an unearthly landscape, lakes of milk-white sludge dotted the ground wherever the carpet could absorb no more liquid, and the one painting hung above the bed that once depicted a kitschy mountain view was now mostly obscured by a colossal splash of solidified semen that extended across the wall. The smell was congruously overwhelming, a virile musk concentrated to a dizzying intensity and droning out any other odour wafting through the room.

On a low table â" not broken by fucking on it yet â" stood an oily stack of pizza boxes, and on the sodden couch next to it reposed the corresponding passed-out pizza boy, naked and with his stomach strangely swollen in proportion to his slim body. Considering the audacity this little blond bitch showed by squeezing his juicy bubble-butt into those tight sweatpants, he shouldn't be too surprised to end up like that.

Cow-Tits spend a while in the illusion that Jessica would return the next moment and give her the fucking she craved, before understanding that the girl's aloofness was genuine and not only some feigned, playful disinterest. As she got up again and exited the bathroom, she saw Jessica gleaning up pieces of clothing scattered across the room like fragments of a crashed airplane, then donning a loose grey shirt over her upper body.

âžWell, what'cha doing?", Cow-Tits purred, pushing forward and slightly shaking those eponymous assets in a clumsy attempt to gain the girl's attention. Although her mind was dazed and warped, she understood what the girl was about to do.

âžGoing out", Jessica answered truthfully.

âžWha-at?", a shrill voice dinned, far more high-pitched than the brunette's dulcet tone. The skinny blonde woman, who she incidentally picked up that day and whom she had not even deigned to give an obscene nickname, mostly serving as a stunned voyeur while she ravaged others, rose from the grimy mattress she slept on, tossed over a half-finished can of some cheap energy drink, and strutted over to the duo.

âžWhy? Why are you leaving?".

Jessica gave no verbal answer, just a weak shrug as she put on a pair of oversized cargo pants. Hardly haute couture, but the most comfortable way of clothing oneself when as unusually equipped as her. A smoky black baseball cap, customary drawn deep over her face, topped off her outfit that was more camouflage than fashion.

I can't think in here, she might have answered had she felt any compulsion to offer an explanation, but the two were the precise reason she had to leave. With despondent stares, Cow-Tits and the nameless blonde regarded her as she, ignoring their pleas and flourishes, left the messy hotel room.

Although Jessica customary decided to exit through a side entrance, a number of guests still happened to cross her path, and while not necessary recognising her as the unusual entity that she was, at least associated her with the shocking imbroglio happening in that room. Their faces showed disgust, anger, or fright; all eyeing her in wordless antipathy. Once she gained the street, Jessica sighed in relief, if only out of refusal of the intuition that one of these encounters would lead to a violent confrontation.

Soon, she found herself once again walking through the city without goal or direction, hoping that the fresh air might aid her thinking process. Who was this Cassandra, and what was her significance? Could it really be her name that signed this mysterious note, or was it only her brain desperately contriving connections were none could be found? And was it just coincidence that all this happened less than two weeks after she randomly encountered Daniel White, who represented a living link to those bygone years?

Somehow, Jessica ended up retracing the steps she took that portentous day, passing through the same streets of which some seemed livelier and pleasanter during the day, while the merciless sunlight only revealed even greater levels of squalor and griminess in others. Off-white painted walls now contrasted harshly with patches of exposed plaster, abandoned shop windows that formerly appeared only as smoky black squares now revealed rotting shelves and gulfs of dust-choked nothingness.

On her aimless sojourn, Jessica trailed along the demarcation that separated the waterfront from the shore, absent-mindedly watching the figures scattered on the sand. Beaches seemed like a two-edged sword to her â" on the positive, there was hardly a place where potential prey, clad in nothing but thongs and sunblock, could be found in such concentration and quantity; yet the locus offered few sequestered spots to have her newfound partners. Sex in public could be incredibly fun, but once the horrified stares were outnumbered by noisy prudes trying to impede her in any way they could, it becomes nothing but a hassle. Plus, she had yet to find any sort of beachwear that could contain her form. Disinterested, she veered back into the city.

Ultimately, she ended up eating at that same hotdog-stand she had visited on the night of her search for the mysterious ebony woman that still beguiled her so. Oddly enough, her memory seemed the clearest here, and she could picture the beautiful stranger with lifelike vividness before her mental eye, feeling almost dizzied by the sight without understanding why. These thoughts not only occupied her mind, but also caused her body to react in its typical ways. After consuming a few greasy but admittedly very tasty sausages, she asked the elderly cook for a nearby public restroom, and he pointed to a graffiti-covered door just across the street.

Grimy, dilapidated and somewhat odorous â" just to her liking. These places evoked some pleasant and exciting memories, after all, she had defiled countless of them in ways that most thought impossible. However, the purpose of her visit was not to revel in nostalgia, but to solve an acute problem; the âžsuper-sized" condom pulled over her glans felt full, and remembering the disaster in the café with Daniel, she decided to empty it. Flickering, lurid artificial light flooded the narrow stall where she gingerly removed that flimsy piece of rubber from her quarter-erect cock, spilling a few drops on the floor and pouring the remaining cupful of clear, viscous liquid into the bowl. Usually, she'd replace it with a new contraceptive, but with none at hand, was forced to put it back on.

At first, it seemed that she could easily handle the tiny appliance, be it as slick and stretched-out as it may, but the inevitable contact of her dextrous fingers with her sensitive glans was enough to elicit a physical response. Within less than a minute, a flow of blood had rushed through her crotch, causing her cockhead to swell crassly and darken to a shade of carmine, those lines adumbrating veins along her shaft to grow into a branched network of fat, throbbing ridges, and a thick rope of slimy precum to droop from her cockslit. With a sigh, she dismissed the endeavour, letting the condom slip off and land as wet refuse between a roll of toilet paper and a trampled cigarette butt.

For once, Jessica regretted not having a phone on her like any normal person would; reflecting how easy it would have been to call one of her patiently waiting sluts and order them here to momentarily sate her appetite. Unless some willing bombshell or at least some fuckable human being were to walk into this seemingly rarely used restroom, Jessica surmised, she would have to take matters into her own hands.

In those last few years, masturbation had become a remedy she was rarely forced to adopt thanks to the ever-changing but omnipresent swarm of fucktoys surrounding her, and in a way, it seemed almost beneath her â" a method more typical for laughably under-endowed and feeble males. Nevertheless, there appeared to be no other feasible way, and aside from that, she felt a certain curiosity in returning to a former habit. But Jessica, aware of the unusual properties of her body, knew that she still had to do some preparations beforehand.

First, there was no chance this wouldn't result in a catastrophic mess, so she had to find of way of keeping her clothes clean. Resourceful as always, Jessica gathered an armful of paper towels, retreated to the stall where she stripped naked and compressed her shirt, pants, cap and sneakers into a neat bundle, which she proceeded to wrap with a layer of those towels. Then, she took the crumpled parcel and placed it on top of the cistern behind her. The floor felt unpleasantly cold on her bare feet, but otherwise she was pleased with the results of her plan so far.

Now, Jessica only had to find a sufficiently arousing scenario to visualise; a surprisingly difficult task for someone whose day-to-day life exceeded the wildest fantasies of others. Closing her eyes, she initially imagined a pageant of anonymous meat; beachball-sized breasts with palm-sized areolas, giant bubble-butts that bounced like jelly as she roughly slapped them, bright pink pussies quavering to be ruined, thighs either soft as pillows or deliciously toned â" her mind had ample memories to draw from.

As her cock quickly reached its ludicrous fully erect size, she considered it closely for the first time in a while, usually preferring to keep it hidden in someone else's body. Hoisting it into an upright position, she noted how tightly her smooth skin was stretched over the monolithic, steel-hard shaft, and how she could feel her own heartbeat when she pressed her fingers against those thick, leathery veins. A layer of slimy precum already coated her glans when she began working her skilled hands over the meaty surface, serving as ample lubrication to smoothen her movements.

Closing her eyes, Jessica banished the dilapidated restroom from her mind and dove headfirst into her fantasies. Gradually she increased her pace and heightened the pressure she exerted with her hands, intensifying the sensation, and her monstrous cock replied by constantly gushing out more precum. The clear liquid soon covered her busy hands in a glistening film, and flowed further down to round her giant testicles before dripping onto the floor tiles. It felt good, damn good, but even after half an hour, she felt no closer to the woefully desired orgasm.

In response, her hands soon moved at blistering speed and pressed down with vice-like tightness against her glans, while her fantasies began to mutate. The arousing attributes of her imagined bodies became unnaturally exaggerated, and the perverted scenes slowly turned into surreal vistas filled with abstract shapes of soft flesh. A sizeable puddle of precum below and a myriad of splattered droplets on the walls proved her engagement, but the thoughts had lost their zest and her mind began to wander.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a different body drifted into her imagination and pushed away all others. Compare to them, it seemed downright chaste; a modestly endowed physique with chestnut skin clad in a silk-white dress, something she visualised with unusual clarity. Jessica began to caress it with, by her standards, extreme gentleness and consideration, gingerly undressing it to reveal those perfectly sinuous features, carved by the gods out of living ebony wood, and softly placed her fingers on the onyx skin, then slowly moving downwardâ

The orgasm struck her like lightning. A massive blast of semen burst out of her urethra with such unimaginable force it seemed to defy gravity itself, shooting upwards like a column of solid whiteness and striking the ceiling with a loud bang. Globs of viscous liquid splattered through the entire restroom, quickly covering any surface near to the epicentre with a slimy, ivory-hued layer. The first âžspurt" lasted close to thirty seconds with nearly undiminished intensity, the second following immediately, then a thirdâ

Jessica opened her eyes, at first feeling somewhat dizzy and suffering from a blurred vision before her mind slowly cleared up again. Through her body buzzed a strange energy, a sort of post-orgasmic satisfaction that she didn't think achievable by masturbation, no less pleasurable than what she experienced after having great sex. The strangerâhad not only found a way to intrude into her fantasies, but managed to arouse her more than anything she could think of, and still she couldn't understand why.

The thick coating of viscous semen transformed the inside of the stall into a strange tableau; smudging sharp outlines into vague shades, melting distinct forms into a single blur of cloudy white. Only after a while, as the thick-flowing liquid trailed and dripped downwards, the walls and the door became discernible again, but the most heavily impacted zone was above her head. The blast's incredible strength had torn a ceiling tile to pieces and penetrated the dark, dusty space above, leaving a gaping hole from whose edges dangled shreds of the soaked membrane like greedy tentacles. Surveying the destruction she had caused with just one orgasm, Jessica smiled with undeniable smugness.

Well, maybe they'll finally clean this place now, she mused before chuckling slightly.

Needless to say, her body was not a trifle cleaner than her surroundings, a problem she had to take care of first. Reaching behind, she produced her makeshift package and unwrapped it, finding the clothes within almost unsoiled. She wiped off the top of the cistern with her bare hand to place her garments there, then used the dry inside of the wrapping to scrape the most egregious layer of semen off her skin. Far from a thorough cleaning, but now she seemed merely dirty, as opposed to looking like she had bathed in a tub of cream. All in all, she was more than satisfied with the outcome of her plan.

Now, just as she unfurled her shirt to pull it over her muscular upper body, a distant sound drew her attention. Limping footsteps were rapidly approaching, until the shrill creaking of the restroom door startled her. Lacking time to think and not having foreseen something like this happening â" after all, this place was hardly inviting â" she reacted by jumping onto the toilet bowl to hide her presence. Unfortunately a thick layer of goop covered the plastic lid, and while her left foot found grip, the right slipped on the slimy surface, and she tumbled ungraciously over, striking her head against the stall's wall before plunging to the cum-dosed floor.

For a moment, brightly coloured veils danced before her eyes like flickering auroras and piercing pain buzzed through her skull, then her mind slowly became clear again. Just as she arduously tried to get up again, she noticed the face staring at her through the gap below the stall door â" lifeless, wrinkled, strangely pallid. Considering that the left side of her head was pressed into the muck and her now only semi-erect cock jutted unobscured from her crotch, Jessica expected some shocked or disgusted reaction, but the face remained static and completely emotionless. Instead of speaking, it slowly retreated, revealing a shock of matted grey hair and a reedy body clad in dusty rags. Just as he had entered, the stranger left unhurriedly, paying little attention to the bizarre scene he had seen.

Jessica was somewhat baffled. Struggling into an upright position, she propped up her aching head and gingerly palpated the bulb rapidly forming on her skull. Over the years she had received a variety of responses whenever her unique body was exposed, but icy disinterest was not yet among them. For a moment, she even entertained the thought that the visitor was nothing but a light hallucination caused by the bash against her head, but then noted that she had heard the footsteps before slipping so ungraciously. A chafe caused by the friction of the stall wall against her knee began to burn in the salty sludge, motivating her to get up and clean that spot.

Suddenly a strange calm seemed the grip the restroom, like the silence after a gory battle, disturbed only by the sporadic dripping of semen from the torn ceiling. For some reason, Jessica felt sure that she was alone now, and that no one else would dare come in, as if that disheveled individual had sealed the entrance with their exit. With just this in mind she left the stall, glancing at her own semen-daubed body and hair in the splattered mirror. While her head still throbbed with pain, she began to clean her body the best she could, using up the entirety of paper towels inside the dispenser and the cool water in the basin. Ultimately, she found herself in an acceptable condition, and donned her clothes to leave.

A gust of wind blew through the street as she walked through the graffiti-covered door, making her shiver and suffer from an unfamiliar apprehension. Jessica couldn't tell how long she had been in there, but it was time enough for the weather to change substantially. Steel-grey clouds now loomed where clear sky could be seen earlier, and the air seemed chill, although she wasn't sure if the temperature had actually dropped or this was merely some illusion caused by her mental state. No other human being was on the street, and even the man running the fast-food stand had closed the shutters and left.

Without being able to discern why, Jessica felt uneasy, and decided to return to her safe-haven, the messy hotel room, as soon as possible. On her way through the city, an odd thought began to form in her mind: It seemed that now, autumn had reached even this place that had earlier appeared to enjoy an eternal summer; and that not even the beach sand, the palms, the scantily clad throngs and their tanned faces could prevent winter from clasping this piece of land with its icy claws. She was no stranger to moments of acute melancholy between long stretches of orgiastic debauchery, but this pensive mood was different; related not to some memories in her deep past, but rather to this vague and inexplicable presence that seemed to be just outside her grasp, yet remained incomprehensible to herâ

Jessica was more than glad to be back at the hotel, ignoring the increasing amount of scornful, horrified, or simply confused glances that awaited her. Here was something she knew, something she could occupy her body and mind with to shut out any unwelcome thoughts. Here was the closest thing to home she knew; a group of people, no matter how superficial and ephemeral, who were impatiently waiting for her to return. Those who had fallen under her spell were her devotes, her pitiful slaves, and even somewhat like a makeshift family at the same time, whose members she loved and despised without seeing the slightest contradiction.

Before she could even reach for the door handle, an eager hand had pulled it open. A waft of warm air carrying a musky odour reached her, and she stepped inside wordlessly. This might be only temporary, relegated to her memory in a few weeks at most, but that was no reason not to enjoy it.

â"â"

The afternoon brought rain indeed, and the evening was accompanied by a remarkable drop in temperature, forcing the surprised inhabitants of the summery city to don their rarely used coats and sweaters. The wet asphalt glistened under the streetlights, the dust accumulated over the last few months washed away to flood the gullies, the desiccated lawns invigorated by the wetness and doused in mud.

Jessica stood alone, as usual, at a bar table with her cap drawn deep into her face. Through the storefront, she watched the crowd passing by, their numbers undiminished by the weather, closing their umbrellas and hurrying to their trains in soundless haste. Occasionally, she picked up a piece of chicken from the oyster pail standing before her, or took a sip from the soda can next to it. Above her head, a bilious neon sign advertised fried rice and noodles, from behind the noises of the restaurant kitchen being cleaned reached her.

It had taken her some time of consideration â" mainly those strange, eerily quiet periods when none of her present fucktoys could take another ploughing â" but she eventually decided that this place offered nothing new to her anymore, that she could find the same cajoling enjoyment elsewhere without the sinister shade that her encounter that night had cast over the town. She had told none of her partners that she didn't plan on ever returning, simply sneaking out with the clothes she wore and her backpack shouldered. As usual in her chaotic life, Jessica had no idea where she would go next, but the train station seemed like the ideal location to help her decide.

Occasionally, her thoughts darted back to the vista of this mystifyingly beautiful woman, attractive in far more ways than mere physical sensualness, though she still could not explain why Cassandra, if that was indeed her name, had bewitched her so. Even now, she had to be careful in visualising that perfect ebony body â" her pants felt tight already, and experience had taught her that textiles often tear far more easily than one would expect. Having pumped a few more gallons of semen into the bodies of her partners, her appetite was momentarily sated, though this state was ephemeral and could immediately shift into ravenous hunger with the right stimulus.

As if her inhuman sexual prowess alone wasn't enough, Jessica's body was astonishingly durable. In her entire career, she had not broken a bone or suffered any sort of injury that would require her to visit a hospital; the very worst being a nasty slash across her forearm inflicted by a crazed lover with a kitchen knife that left a light, but visible scar. For anyone else, an accident such as the one she had in the public restroom might lead to a nasty concussion or plain unconscious, but for her it was merely painful; though the dizziness that overcame her whenever she turned her head too quickly worried her somewhat.

Maybe her brain was more addled than she had assumed, maybe the bump against her skull had influenced her decision to leave this place behind â" if so, it might have also lowered her inhibition or given her some sort of drunk courage. Downing what remained of her soda, she hoisted up her backpack and placed it where the can had stood.

Somehow, her thoughts ended up circling back to Daniel. Her world seemed like a mess, composed of a million questions without answers, and no one to ask for advice or at least serve as a reliable constant in her ever-changing chaotic existence. Daniel, in comparison, appeared like a laudably normal and well-adjusted person, someone who planned ahead for more than just a few hours, someone who had ways and strategies to deal with whatever problem he may face. At that moment, Jessica saw him as little less than a potential saviour, the only being she thought even remotely capable of helping her in this situation â" and even if he turned out to be as powerless as she, the mere connection he had with their hometown might prove to be useful.

An hour earlier she had bought a prepaid mobile phone, the cheapest they had, and now she hesitantly pulled that bulky thing out of her pocket. Cramming through the various departments of her backpack, she soon found the crumpled napkin she was looking for. A tenseness seemed to constrict her chest, yet she finally found the courage to decipher the crabbed numbers and enter them into the phone.

The dial tone proved that the number existed at least, though the duration quickly dampened her hopes. Five seconds passed, ten seconds, then a calm voice began to speak to her.

âžThe number you have called is temporarily not available. If you wish to leave a message, please â"âž.

Jessica hung up immediately, pushing the phone aside and lowering her head into the cradle formed by her crossed arms. Dejection, anger, confusion overcame her, and suddenly she felt ready to cry. She could have dealt with him scoffing at her, even being yelled at for doing the unspeakable things he had witnessed, but this cold rejection was outside her expectations. Jessica sobbed quietly like an abandoned child, thankful only that no one stood close enough to notice. Her heartbeat increased to a panicked throb, and she had to calm down her body by taking slow, deep breaths in a conscious rhythm.

After a while, she looked up, sullenly gazing through the window. She had survived worse, Jessica told herself, and she would pull through this just as well. Logically speaking, this was undeniably true, and her current problem was dwarfed by some of the catastrophes she had braved with less heartache â" but this one was different, more personal, closer to the most vulnerable parts of her character. Daniel, oh Daniel, what would she have given to just hear his wonderful voice addressing her for a minute or two, to have him acknowledge her in some wayâ

Jessica packed the phone along with the remnants of her dinner into the plastic bag bearing the restaurant's logo, and tossed it into the next trash can once she left the establishment. For a minute or so she studied the screens showing the arrival and departure times of various trains, before deciding which one to take. As a matter of fact, she cared little about its destination, wishing simply to leave this place that seemed cursed by so many unpleasant memories. More and more, she felt as if caught in a spider's web, desperately trying to escape.

Less than one hour later, she was gone.â"â"

While suffering no delusions of grandeur concerning his abilities, Daniel did consider himself a sufficiently clever person, and one capable of solving problems that may seem inscrutable to others. While his nigh-obsession with Jessica and the strange happenings in that café restroom quickly died down, a certain fascination remained, and the mystery continued to vex him.

A week later, he was back at college, making use of the resources available to him. A quick web search resulted in an unsurprising result: No profile fitting a Jessica Maijstral on any major platform, no postings that mentioned or invoked her. Unusual for these modern times, but hardly suspicious considering that some folks may either be old-fashioned or simply have had enough of these services. Via an acquaintance, he managed to gain access to the records of the primary school they attended together, but there was little new information either â" Jessica had left that institution a year after he did, nothing more could be gleaned from these old files.

After this initial investigation failed, Daniel began to venture into more general topics. For hours, he scoured the internet for anything relating to hermaphroditism, or to speak more bluntly, girls with cocks, doggedly shielding his laptop from the eyes of his rather nosy roommate. An almost unbelievable flood of content awaited him, more than he could go through in a lifetime, including a number with truly impressive endowments (which, with all candour, made him feel highly inadequate), but what he had seen exceeded even those astonishing outliners by orders of magnitude. The few images that seemed to approach her always turned out to be clumsily-made prosthetics, if not downright computer animated and thus uninteresting.

Length and girth alone were frightening enough, but the factor that baffled him the most was the pure amount of semen â" while parts of his mind continuously refused to believe that such a thing could happen in an orderly universe. The biggest ejaculations he came across constituted at best a cup of milky liquid, worlds apart from the gallons of viscous sludge that splattered through the toilet stall. With a sigh, he abandoned this path of research, and turned to scout aimlessly for anything relevant.

A major breakthrough, or maybe just a relevant tidbit, was eventually found in a recently digitalised tome far outside his usual realm of interest, entitled Witchcraft in New England. These gilded pages described a mostly forgotten sect in quaint Norwood, the town where he and Jessica grew up together, but the writing was vague, speaking only of strange rituals and unchristian invocations â" yet there was one sentence at the very end that utterly shocked him, speaking of an androgynous idol worshipped by the cultists, possessing both male and female characteristics.

Daniel tried to dig deeper, but any other source either failed to mention the Norwood-cult at all or merely quoted the section he had found. After a few more days of shirking his college work to focus on the matter, he seemed to have reached a dead-end, when a new, outrageous thought entered his mind.

What if, he mused half-seriously, Jessica wasn't just a biological anomaly, but a different sort of being altogether?

He had never been too religious, neither interested at all in the paranormal or occult, but the circumstances forced him to reconsider his position. At first, he regarded it as a mere thought experiment, assuming that this androgynous idol did in fact exist in some spectral manner and that his childhood friend Jessica just happened to be its earthly manifestation, adopting its epicene physique and bestowing upon her unearthly powers and virility. The idea seemed absurd, downright laughable, yet too coherent to reject outright. There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy, he remembered ruefully from some literature class he had taken a while ago.

Still, he couldn't tell anyone about this without risking to be seen as far beyond the pale, no matter how open-minded they present themselves. At times, he wished he could offer some physical proof, maybe a few clear photographs or better yet a sample of that inhuman muck, but then dismissed this as useless â" they'd make justifications, come up with believable explanations just like he had.

While maintaining the outward appearance of being simply occupied with his studies, Daniel became somewhat withdrawn. Often, he just sequestered himself in some corner of the library with a stack of books, hoping that no one will notice him.

âžHmm, all this stuff about cults and witchcraft â" you're planning to hex anyone soon?", a classmate asked him jocularly once.

âžJust general historical interest", he answered flintily, retreating into some other part of the building and leaving his nonplussed colleague behind. Ultimately, he found refuge in a small niche between two towering bookshelves, barely wide enough to fit in a narrow table and a single chair. With his headphones plugged in, he resumed his perusal of a parson's diary from the late 17th century, evidently about as interesting as a three hundred year old shopping list.

A buzzing sound drew his attention. On the screen of his phone an image appeared that at first seemed no less intelligible than the strange copper engravings on some of those gilded pages. A wooden easel in a chaotic room, the canvas showing a mess of distorted shapes in russet brown and grey â" he could instantly tell whose message this was.

Anne's earlier work, or at least a good part of it, made some sense to him; if he focused long enough on the congeries of colours and forms, he could eventually discern something while she supplied him with background information. Her later oeuvres, however, remained inscrutable so far, and the comments she offered had become too esoteric and metaphysical to do anything but further confuse him.

To be exact, Daniel wasn't even sure about the current status of their relationship â" the last time they met face-to-face Anne firmly but cordially told him that they were no longer a couple, yet occasionally a message reached him that implied more. Then again, he sometimes speculated that she might gain some enjoyment out of keeping him in a state of confusion.

Had he been honest in expressing his thoughts about the painting, he might have used phrases such as âžmolten rusty car parts" or âžrobot vomit", and while such vivid and polemical descriptions may lead to a lively discussion when face-to-face (which, in Anne's mind, serves as proof that he actively considered her work), talking such matters through on the phone was difficult at best. In his experience, she was perhaps the only creature on this planet capable of being both reassuring and condescending at the same time; confusing and sometimes irritating, yet piquant and arousing too.

More photos came, though he wasn't sure of the total number of artworks they depicted â" the recent slew of paintings all looked very similar to him. Uninterested in lengthy considerations that lead to nothing, he composed a short reply in his mind and type it down.

âžWOW, incredible! Even greater than the last one you showed me, and I keep thinking about that because it utterly fascinates meâ"

For a moment, he considered if that response was appropriate. Direct and to the point, but laudatory enough to sate her (no matter how much he appreciated her, undeniably gigantic) ego without sounding too fustian and risking to appear sarcastic. Even if they ended up being mere friends, or just acquaintances, he valued their connection formed over those last years too much to risk it by making some thoughtless comment. Finding no outright flaws in his writing, he pressed send.

Before he could finish the next paragraph in the gilded tome he was reading, his phone buzzed again.

Thanks! This is what I'm currently working on, the message read, underlining a photo that showed a canvas half empty, the other half showing a chaos of tawny forms and reddish splashes very similar to the finished works he had seen. Daniel felt slightly dizzy trying to discern anything within it, which might have been Anne's goal. Art, after all, was something he never really got â" whatever that might mean.

Daniel considered if he should try to incite a conversation with Anne or rather return to his fruitless reading of hoary tomes and ledgers, when his phone lit up with an incoming call. The number was unknown to him and apparently came from some other state, leading him to assume that was just another cold call or some senseless survey, so he refused it without much thought. Only seconds later, another message from Anne reached him.

You're always so supportive, and I really don't know how to thank you for that, Dannyâbut I assume you must often feel lonely, so far away, and working as diligently as you do, right?

Right, he replied, having a vague but enticing idea where this conversation was heading.

Good boy, Anne wrote, and those two words were enough to send a shiver through his body; the sort of exciting shock one might experiences when chancing upon something outré but arousing. With a few flicks of her fingers, she had managed to draw him into her net once again, tightening the grip she had never fully relinquished. Now, only a push was needed to bewitch him completely.

I can't come visit you right nowâbut I'll make sure you won't forget me until I get to see you again, the next message read. A picture reached him seconds later.

Anne had, at least from Daniel's point of view, perfected the art of the nude photo, creating something as aesthetically pleasing as a classical work of art and as carnally arousing as dirty pornography. This one showed her kneeling in her atelier, the easel with the half-finished canvas being visible in the background and the parquet floor around her covered in paper towels. Her thighs were sightly spread to form a narrow wedge, and her right hand held up the phone facing the dressing mirror. She was a tall woman, only an inch or so shorter than Daniel himself, and although her general physique was rather slender, she could boast some surprisingly sensual curves. Both her breasts and her buttocks were bigger than one would expect from someone as lean as her, and in this photo, the former appeared especially impressive â" perfectly round forms bulging from her chest, seemingly weightless in their youthful firmness, crowned with shock-pink nipples. It took Daniel a while to detach his gaze from this beguiling sight, wandering upward over her immaculately pale skin.

Anne's face was no less beautiful than he remembered, so enchantingly feminine yet also possessing a certain rigour that gave her a whiff of aristocratic loftiness. Her olive eyes shone brightly even in the atelier's dim light, and while her wavy hair was customarily blonde, her thick dark eyebrows betrayed her a natural brunette. For some reason, he had always though this apparent imperfection to be one of her most attractive features, the unique mark that lifted her appearance above anyone else he knew. But only now did he notice that Anne's other hand was reaching downward, her fingers forming an upside-down peace sign, prying open her slightly hairy outer labia to expose her rose-coloured, tender inner lips. Suddenly, that slight, almost cheeky smile on her face made sense to him.

Daniel's gaze became glued to the clout Anne so graciously showed him. Within seconds, he unconsciously clenched his teeth and felt his cock stiffen to push against the fabric of his boxers. The desire to see her again overcame him, as soon as possible, and he had to fight the urge to jump up and board the next train heading to her city. Taking a deep breath, he placed his phone on the table screen-down. Others might be used to receiving such images and treat them as nothing out of the ordinary, but for Daniel, far from bad looking but somewhat nerdy and shy, this seemed like an incredibly fluke of luck, especially considering that the woman shown was one he regarded as little less than a goddess.

Speaking of goddessesâ

Two trains of thought collided and intermingled into something strange. There was Anne on one side, who merely seemed like a deity of beauty and goodness to him in her physical and mental perfection, and Jessica on the other, who in some bizarre twist of fate may prove to be an actual supernatural being, although he still could not fully fathom the idea. Now, an unsettling question formed in his mind â" what would happen if these two vastly different, yet both deeply unusual women were to meet?

A short consideration was enough to send an icy shiver down his spine. He recalled the unpleasant images he had seen in the café restroom and combined them with the photo he had just seen; those bruised and muck-covered thighs with Anne's slender legs, and more pertinently, the strained, gaping hole between them with his beloved's delicate, petit pussyâ

Like a dog shaking off water, Daniel tried to rid himself of the thought, but couldn't banish it fully from his mind. His erection and any sense of arousal were gone now, replaced by a vague feeling of disgust. Picking up the phone again, he closed the photo and replaced it in his pocket. Anne's sublime form suddenly seemed like little more than a lewd mannequin to him, a sight he found only vaguely interesting. For now, he decided to focus on the mystery at hand, to further his research into the murky and mystical depths that lay before him, and not consider the potential implications this strange situation could have on him personally.

With renewed vigour, Daniel spent the rest of the day reading.

â"â"

After five days, she returned home.

Five days of sleeping in abandoned barns or simply in the open, feeling the cold night wind creeping through her insufficient clothing. Five days of gleaning through other people's garbage to find something to eat, after realising that the forrest offered far less edible fruits and nuts than she had imagined. Five days of gnawing doubt and regret that came with the admission that she had made a catastrophic mistake. When she slogged down that road, she was dirty, starving, freezing, and more tired than she had ever been before.

Still she wondered how He would receive her. Will his happiness over having back his only daughter trump over the anger she had caused by running away? Will she be received with open arms and teary eyes, or harshly scolded for being a stupid child? Could she still hope for a timely end of her unbearable isolation, or had she doomed herself to a life of absolute sequestration? In any case, a bath, a warm meal, and a bed awaited her, and that was enough to look forward towards seeing him again.

But the closer she came, the more she felt that something was off. Although she could only catch glimpses through the dense foliage, the house seemed different from how she remembered it, and soon a sense of panic began to overwhelm her. The girl's tired treat turned into an agitated run, and once she arrived at the overgrown lawn that surrounded the building, she couldn't help but scream in terror â" only the stiffness of her limbs preventing her from falling to her knees.

The front door was smashed in and torn to pieces, the windows shattered. From their empty frames, columns of sooty blackness rose like growths of ivy, and the quaint portico that had earlier fronted it was reduced to a heap of char, where the pillars that once supported the roof now resembled snuffed-out matches. While the house was not completely extirpated yet, the damage was extensive and obvious, rendering it uninhabitable for now at least. Now, there was nothing left to hold back the bitter tears that soon trailed down her cheeks, accompanied by slow, anguished sobs.

Although the girl, who had falsely told some that her name was Janice, could not yet comprehend the true extent of the catastrophe she was facing, it was nevertheless clear that something awful had occurred here, something on a scale of destruction she had not encountered before. Once the initial shock had dissipated, she began to call, again and again â" first merely a frightened croak and then, as her throat cleared again, an impassioned shout â" calling for him, for the one whose grasp she had tried to escape only days ago, for her father, the only sort of family she knew. No response came, and an eerie silence loomed over the house, as even the birds and insects seemed to have abandoned the garden surrounding it.

The girl's head buzzed with worries and unanswered questions, and only after a while the thought emerged that she could not handle this situation alone. More unconsciously than willingly, she began to amble down the driveway, then followed the road in search of anyone who could, in her understanding, potentially help her. Soon, she espied an old truck parked aside the road, and the young man that leaned against it. She did not know him, but due to the dirtied overall and the galoshes he was wearing, she surmised that he was most likely a local farmer â" someone who, she hoped, knew how to deal with difficult situations. As she approached him, he dropped the Marlboro he was smoking and showed a smile of yellowed teeth.

âžG'morning, lass", he said with a thick drawl. The girl, shy by nature and deeply disturbed by the happenings, only replied with a curt nod, and gathered all her strength to pronounce the question she so desperately wished to have an answer for.

âžDo-do you kn-know what happened to that house over there?"

The farmer looked back at her somewhat incredulously, then scratched his cheek pensively.

âžYe're not from here then I s'pose, lass. That house, it burned down three days ago. I remember the firefighters coming by with the sirens and all that. Must've been a pretty bad fire from what I've heard, and there's even rumours, you know, that t'was arson, that someone threw a petrol bomb through that poor bastard's window. Heard the police came by to have a look, so it's gotta be serious, right, lass?".

A sort of numbness began to imbue the girl's mind as her worst suspicious were cruelly confirmed â" not only a fire, but apparently a conscious act of violence, a monstrous attempt on her life and His. Yet as horrendous as that thought was, a premonition of something infinitely worse dawned upon her, an idea almost unspeakable, and the girl was genuinely surprised at herself for being able to utter this horrendous suggestion.

âžA-a-and the man w-who lived there?".

The young farmer gave her an almost piteous look, his watery eye resembling the guileless stares of pigs.

âžDead, from what I know. Seems like the medics couldn't help him either. Heard he's got a daughter too, but can't say what happened to her. Really awful stuff, all that".

While he spoke, the girl froze totally, her muscles and sinews seeming to turn into solid ice. The words echoed through her mind as through a cavern, each iteration only deepening the unthinkable horror that overcame her. For a moment, her vision blurred and she almost lost consciousness, but even that respite would not be granted to save her.

Dead. Dead. Dead.

The only person in the world left of her family, the only one she could, despite all their differences and disputes, say she loved from the bottom of her heart, was dead now, killed in a brutal manner that also destroyed her childhood home. And had she stayed with him, had she not embarked on that stupid, childish sojourn, she might have died with him. The pain that overwhelmed her was incomprehensible, a nightmarish agony that far exceeded the limits of what she could endure. Suddenly, another gutting question arose in her mind: Could she have saved him, and herself, had she been there? Was she not only the speculator, but also the cause, of her father's untimely death?

The girl's skull seemed to burst any second, and she did not at all react to the farmer's repeated attempts at asking her if she was alright. Mentally and physically, she was on the absolute brink of collapse, and her face had turned chalk-white; a fact that conspicuously worried the young man she had spoken to, though he did not make the connection between her and the unfortunate fellow that had died in the flames. Without saying another word, she began to stagger back to the house, leaving the other baffled behind. Later, she would remember this walk with a strange, dreamlike vagueness, as if she had watched herself crossing through the garden and, now devoid of all fear by the absolute despair she felt, stepping over the threshold of the ruined building.

In some rooms, only the ceilings were blackened by the smoke, while others were wholly incinerated. What had once been the living room now presented itself as a scene of total desolation, with scorched parquet floors dotted with heaps of unidentifiable residue and glass shards, and pieces of furniture turned into bizarre artworks of brittle coal. No wind blew through the empty casements, so the air inside was still and retained the choking odour of the burnt offering. Was it here that He died? Was it here that the fire broke out, by means of some monster's act of arson, that would kill her father and annihilate the entire world she knew? The girl could only speculate, though her mind was not clear enough to do so.

At some point, a sudden rush of anger overcame her; directed at his potential killer, at her father, at herself, at the whole world. As an anguished scream escaped her throat, she jumped across the room, and kicked a burned nightstand with strength that belied her lithe body. The furniture gave way as if it were made of paper, and its contents scattered across the floor to her feet. Among the scorches textiles, something shimmered silvery, and the girl bent over to pick it up. A key it was, with the number 41 etched in its bow, causing something to stir in the depths of her anguished mindâ

Once, she had eavesdropped on her father conversing with someone on the phone, as she occasionally did when there was nothing better to do. Along with many uninteresting, typically adult things they also spoke about a subject she did not understand at all, something she remembered mostly because it was so unusual. Father told the other person that, if anything were to happen to him, they should make sure that some document finds its way to his daughter, and that this object was safely stored in a locker at the town's train station. He added that this was very unlikely, but the tension in his voice betrayed a certain fear. Forty-One, he repeated, was the number of locker.

She considered the key for a while, finding a sort of weak solace in its discovery. The girl was smart enough to conclude that her father had somehow foreseen the danger he was in, and had prepared something for her in case that catastrophe struck. This realisation only made the whole situation even more incomprehensible, but somehow, she now felt as if a small part of his essence accompanied her, to console and guide his bereaved daughter. Although she still wished to die to escape the pain, she knew that she had to carry on, to survive somehow, if only to find out the truth about her father's death and the greater mystery surrounding it. A thousand unanswered questions remained, but there seemed to be a connexion between them, a certain structure that also involved her in some way; and by solving one riddle, she might gain a clue for another. Maybe, this would one day lead her to a solution for the problem that had vexed her her entire young life, the issue of her unusual body and its even more unusual development in the last few yearsâ

The girl â" who had told some that she was called Janice, but whose actual name was Jessica â" cached the key in her backpack and left the house, knowing full well that she would never return to this place.

Notes:

PS: You may note that I've changed the name of Jessica's hometown. I thought the original name sounded a bit silly.

Chapter 5: Kingspoint Revisited

Notes:

Hello friends, sorry for the long wait. This chapter ended up being ludicrously long, so I decided to cut it into two and integrate the rest into the next chapter. Hope y'all enjoy!

Chapter Text

For the first time in a couple of months, a police car drove into the neighbourhood. It was a cool spring morning, with a light breeze rustling the leaves of the linden trees lining the road. A few inhabitants looked up from the garden work they were occupied with, or peaked through otherwise drawn curtains, to watch the arrival with some curiosity. This wasn't a place where crime happened â" no theft, no violence, no drugs â" so some assumed it to be merely driving through, until it slowed down in front of one of the houses and parked in the driveway.

Inside were two policemen of almost comical disparity: Krakowsky on the driver's seat would retire in a few years, filled out his uniform with his paunchy physique, and generally showed little interest in things that did not concern him. Rodriguez to his left was tall and lanky, had entered service no more than six months ago, and still possessed the sort of nervous excitement that experience would soon extinguish. As the car came to a stop, the younger one reached into the glove department and produced a file, placing it on his lap to take a look inside.

âžJessica My-Madge-Strahl? Mays-Trull? How do you even pronounce that name?".

âžDoesn't matter", Krakowsky replied without turning his head, âžas long as you don't misspell it on the report, it's alright".

âžOk, I'll just call her Jessica Em then. But I don't get this whole case".

âžWhatcha mean?"

âžThe whole thing. This girl went missing two years ago, and we're only now searching for her?".

âžWell, don't expect too much from the folks up in â" what's that town called again?".

Rodriguez took a quick peek into the file.
âžNorwood".

âžYeah, right. The folks up there are pretty much all bumpkins, to be frank, and I don't think they do their police work too thoroughly. Must have assumed that after her father died, some relative took her in â" maybe her mother".

âžMother's died when she was still a lil kid. The few relatives they've found all said they haven't seen her in years".

Krakowsky sighed.

âžPoor girl. Well, let's go in".

The two men quit the car, passed through a somewhat overgrown front-yard, and rang the doorbell. One minute passed, so they tried again, and after a while it finally opened. Both were surprised â" Rodriguez more so than his older colleague â" that the woman now facing them, a good looking lady in her twenties or thirties, turned out to be highly pregnant. Even the baggy housedress she wore seemed to barely contain her voluptuous physique, stretching taut over her skin in multiple places.

âžG'morning, Madam", Krakowsky said after swallowing his surprise, âžYour name is Hannah Thompson, is that correct?"

The pregnant woman, seeming somewhat intimidated by the uniformed officers, nodded emphatically.

âžGood. I would like to ask you a few questions, Miss Thompson. Nothing major. More of a formality, you see".

Rodriguez opened his mouth, intending to ask if they could come in, but seeing the woman's body, he surmised that walking must be rather difficult for her. He kept quiet, deciding to forgo the protocol in this case, and the two policemen kept standing on the threshold.

âžSure, officer", she said.

âžAlright. Thing is, we're investigating the case of a teen girl disappearing, about a hundred miles from here. That happened two years ago, but we're following every lead we can".

The pregnant woman listened attentively, but said nothing.

âžWell, we've received a tip that a girl fitting her description was seen around here, and also entering your house, in fact".

On Krakowsky's command, Rodriguez handed her a large polaroid, which she eyed intently.

âžIt's a few years old, but it's the best we have right now. So, have you seen this girl before?".

âžWell, well", she began, âžI'm sorry, but I don't think I have".

âžI understand", the older policeman said, taking back the image, âžbut we still have the claim that someone like that went into your house. Can you tell us something about that?".

Slowly, Rodriguez grew suspicious. The woman seemed nervous, far more nervous than a friendly visit by the police would warrant, her gaze constantly shifting between the two. Yet at the same time, he could not imagine how someone like her could be involved in such a crime â" if it was indeed a crime, and not a case of tragedy or mere confusion. Deciding to trust someone else's experience over his own instincts, he looked over to Krakowsky, who seemed as static as a monolith.

âžNow that you mention it", the woman blurted out, âžmy niece looks very similar to that girl you've showed me â" chestnut hair, green eyes, all that. She came to visit me last month, and I guess someone must have seen her and mistaken her for the one you're looking for".

Krakowsky nodded slowly.

âžWell", he said, âžI think we're done here. Miss Thompson, thank you for your time".
The woman laughed awkwardly.

âžNo problem, no problem at all, officers. If there's anything else I canâ"âž.

âžNo need to. We'll call you if there are any new developments. Have a good day".

After the two policemen had returned to their car, they sat in silence for a moment, collecting their thoughts.

âžD'you buy her story?", Rodriguez asked.

âžI don't see why not. Makes sense to me".

âžI'm not so sure".

âžOh Mark, just look at her â" took her hours to get to the door. You think someone like that could be involved in some kind of criminal conspiracy? Bullshit".

âžLooks can be deceiving. And if it's not her, then maybe her husband or brother or someone else around her. I think we should look into this matter a bit more thoroughly".

Krakowsky stared at his colleague with a dead-serious mien, a gaze that had caused some to confess in the past. All of the sudden, he began to laugh.

âžAh, now I get it â" you want to pursue this thing because you fancy that lady, right?".

âžWhat?", Rodriguez answered indignantly, âžNo, I do not. I mean, have you seen how big that belly was? Can't be long until birth, I'd say".

Krakowsky smiled and slowly shook his head.

âžBuddy, I forgot how young and inexperienced you really are. Some of the best sex I've ever had was with Gina while she was pregnant. Made her hormones run amok, and she was as horny as a teenage boy. Mark, why do you I have four kids? And I've seen how you looked at her huge, wellâ"âž.

The older policeman made a gesture as if he was trying to hold invisible melons to his chest. Rodriguez, forgetting his concerns, broke out laughing.

âžGod, you're an old pervert, you know that?".

Having almost forgotten the girl about whose disappearance they tried to find clues, they drove off. From inside the house, through a narrow interstice between two drawn curtains, they were closely watched until the car had left the neighbourhood again. The woman sighed in relief and took a few steps back. Arms, too short to encircle her pregnant girth, embraced her from behind, then wandered upwards until the forearms pressed against the soft tissue of her swollen breasts.

âžGood girl", a youthful female voice purred, âžyou did just what I told you. They're not gonna annoy us again".

âžBut what if they do? Are you sure they've bought that?", she asked the unseen presence behind her. The pair took a step aside, and the light shining through the interstice revealed a girl with gleaming emerald eyes and hands that still touched the older woman's body with intent and direction.

âžThey looked pretty damn dumb to me. Either way, I'll make you forget about your worries and those idiots".

As the girl's grip tightened, the woman suppressed a moan but couldn't stop her body from shaking slightly. But just a few seconds later, the younger one opened her embrace and took a step back, leaving the other swaying on weakened legs.

âžBut there'll be others, and they might be less dumb. I know you don't want to hear this, butâI gotta leave this place".

The pregnant woman's mouth dropped open, her lips twitching in total bafflement.

âžW-What do you mean?".

âžI can't stay here much longer. I'm sorry", the girl said, yet her face was less than apologetic, showing traces of the sly smile she often wore.

âžB-but what about this?", the woman stuttered in state approaching panic, laying her hands on her huge bump to show what she was referring to. The girl's smile only became stronger.

âžWell, what do you want me to do? I can't help you with that. You gotta raise them alone, or find someone else".

Suddenly, the shock and sadness on the pregnant's face turned into anger, and the tears that had welled in her eyes now rolled down her cheeks. With a growl, she turned around and began to toddle off as quickly as her physique allowed to.

âžI can't believe I ever trusted you! God!", she snarled, but before she had even left the room, the girl had stepped up to her and stopped her with a firm grip on the older woman's shoulder.

âžAlright, alright", she sighed, âžI'm sorry. Didn't intend to make you sad. But you knew that this would eventually end like this ever since I came here. I'm so very grateful that you helped me like this, but I can't stay in one place for too long. It's in my nature, and nothing you or I could do would change that".

The older woman nodded with solemn slowness. From behind, the girl laid her chin on her shoulder â" having to stand on tiptoes due to the difference in height â" and placed her lips close to the other's ears.

âžI'll still be here for a while, time enough to show you how thankful I am. I'll make sure that you'll remember it as long as you live".

â"â"

Out of the darkness, a figure stepped into the light of a streetlamp. He was a rather short, stout man with thinning hair and thick glasses, who kept watching the street around him intently. From a pocket of his grey coat, he produced a box of cigarettes and lit one, so that when he retreated into the darkness, the dot of reddish gloom seemed to hover mid-air.

âžSlow night", he remarked to himself.

Twenty years in the business had made him jaded. Thousands of passengers provided him a plethora of experiences, some amusing or delightful, but most of them unpleasant. He didn't have much faith in humanity left, neither enthusiasm for his job, and on nights like this, he felt anxious to return home, where at least a soft couch and a distracting TV screen awaited him.

âžExcuse meâis that your car?", a feminine voice asked. He dropped his cigarette and crushed it with the heel of his shoe before turning around. A young woman stood there, appearance-wise in her late teens or early twenties and with a short, boyish haircut, pointing at the taxi parked at the curb.

âžAt your service", he answered with a professional smile.

The girl stepped closer. She was somewhat small-framed, but far from unattractive, although her clothing choice was somewhat questionable â" or maybe those baggy, oversized pants were all the rage right now. With passengers like her, usually drunk or bored college girl, did he have some of those pleasant experiences he had in his career, and thousands of awful ones. He was unable to recall how many times he had had to clean his cab because someone puked in there, but that one seemed sober, at least.

âžWell, what can I do for ya?".

âžUhm, well, can you â" can you take me to Kingspoint?", she asked. At that, the formerly expressionless face of the taxi driver betrayed some surprise.

âžKingspoint? Are you sure? I mean, that's almost a hundred and fifty miles, and I gotta charge more at night, so that'll cost you a ton, aboutâ"âž.

Before he had finished speaking, the girl had reached into the backpack she carried, and produced a thick roll of bills. Having seen such a thing only in movies, he felt astonished, especially as she began to slip off one large note after another, and eventually reached out a hand containing a fortnight's earning without seeming to think much about it.

âžEnough?".

The baffled taxi driver took the fortune with both hands and quickly stored it in his pocket, then guided the girl to his car with affected politeness.

âžKingspoint, you've said?".

Nothing but a curt nod as she got in. This girl confused him as few passengers had done so far, and he was quick to construct a theory on her. Most likely the spoiled daughter of some millionaire, barely aware that things like trains or busses existed and used to being chauffeured around like a princess in her palanquin. As long as she paid that well, he'd call her majesty if she wished so.

âžAlright then, this is going to be one long drive. By the way, my name's Gus".

âžJessica", came the half-whispered reply from the back seat.

âžCould you turn off the light? I'm tired".

âžOf course", Gus answered.

I'll do anything for you, Your Highness, he added in his mind, and couldn't suppress a thin smile.

Jessica was indeed tired, though not really in the way the driver must have assumed. Mostly, she just wanted to avoid awkward discussions with a curious chatterbox, preferring not to talk about herself or what she did with someone she didn't trust. Rather, she was weary of those last few months, which had been one annoyance after another, and very glad that they were behind her.

They had had almost reached Kingspoint, only a few miles separating them from the outskirts of the city. Long-buried memories began to rise again, but then, one of the useless idiot whores travelling with her got caught with a bag of cocaine. Jessica, who had not even known, let alone used the drug, narrowly escaped detention, but realised that the situation was too hot to continue like she had planned to. Better leave the state until things cool down, she thought, better wait for spring to come and then try again.

Somehow, she ended up in a suburb close to the state border, and by pure chance stumbled across a book club. A room full of frustrated middle-aged woman was like a candy-shop for her, and while she couldn't complain that she didn't have fun in that neighbourhood, the episode took an unfortunate ending. Had they brandished torches and pitchforks, the angry mob that eventually gathered to search for her could have also been hunting for werewolves. And after that, there was this whole affair at the outdoor music festival, and the encounter with the four sisters who would have done anything for herâ

But now, random libertinism wasn't her focus. She had decided to visit Kingspoint to finally get answers for the questions she had been asking herself for more than a decade. At the same time, there was sort of nostalgic curiosity how the city she had spent two years in â" longer than anywhere else since she left Norwood â" had changed since then. Her exit had been a frenzied flight, an escape from the chaos she herself had created, and which came dangerous close to turning into a social apocalypse. The mayhem she experienced there had inspired her nomadic lifestyle, and she could only hope that things had returned to normal by now.

After a while, she began to regret asking the driver to turn off the lights, as she realised that could have spent the long drive reading the book on the history of the Ottoman Empire she had received â" or rather, snatched from the bookshelves of some nameless partner while they were unable to object â" a year or so prior. For some reason, she felt unwilling to talk to him, and so she decided that instead of reading, she would use the three or four hours this drive would take to get some much-needed rest.

Naturally, the usual problem she faced concerning sleep still applied her: a nocturnal emission for her was at best a reason for great confusion and repulsion to those around her, and at worst a genuine danger to herself and others. Keeping this in mind, she had made sure to empty her reservoirs (thanks to whoever that had been behind the garbage cans), and now considered the drive to be short enough for a nap without contrivances and preparations. Maybe it was the constant humming of the motor, or the monotonous moonlit landscape passing by, but she quickly fell into a deep, undisturbed sleep.

Gus, dutifully attentive despite his own waxing tiredness, didn't know anything about the unique challenges and dangers Jessica had to deal with in her day-to-day life. He simply heard a soft snoring from the backseats, almost like the sounds sleeping kittens sometimes produced, and began to smile weakly in amusement.

âžSleep tight, Your Highness", he whispered.

Out of the murky blackness, a scene crystallised. Jessica found herself standing on a field, not unlike the one behind her former primary school where she'd often meet her childhood friends while she was still allowed to see them. Around her, a grassy plain stretched to a distant range of snow-capped mountains, and above tattered clouds sluggishly drifted across the deep blue sky. No people, animals, or buildings to be seen anywhere. She began to walk northwards, knowing the direction only due to that inexplicable dream-intuition.

Time and distance are meaningless in dreams, so she could not tell if she had walked miles or merely a few paces, when she suddenly decided to stop. The environment here seemed no different from where she started, devoid of trees or any landmarks to help her orient herself. The grass looked as soft as plumes, so she sat down and reclined onto the ground, starring up at the sky and the shapes passing by.

One cloud reminded her of a long-necked dog, another of a ship with a broken mainmast, the next looked like a human figure without arms. Countless entered and left her field of vision, until one detached itself from the others and began to move in the opposite direction. Soon, she realised that this cloud was descending to her, and the closer it came, the more its fuzzy outline solidified into a distinct figure, and its pearl-white surface darkened into a luxurious ebony brown. Cassandra, sky-clad and breathtakingly beautiful, hovered weightlessly above her and smiled down.

There was no need to talk, as the silent glances they exchanged conveyed more than words ever could. As if suspended on invisible wires, Cassandra came down further, until her full lips contacted Jessica's and her eager tongue invaded the lying girl's mouth. As they kissed with fierce passion, the whole dream-world around them seemed to dissolve into warm, honey-sweet pleasure. Slowly, their bodies collided: The one's larger, ebony bosom pressed gently against the other's pale and firm breasts; dark, curly hair hung down around Jessica's head like a sheltering curtain while strong arms tenderly grasped her sides, and finally their hips metâ

Gus was used to night shifts, but he had not expected to be paid for such a long drive tonight. His decades of experience had taught him a few techniques to keep tiredness at bay; and so his gaze shifted back and forth between the middle line of the road monotonously passing through his headlights, the dully glowing glyphs of the speedometer and the fuel gauge, and the dark surface of his side mirror. Still, he wished he had known earlier and invested in a can of coffee for the ride, or better yet could take a short break to smoke one or two cigs. With a common drunkard on board, he could stop without much risk of getting complains, but he chose to be more dutiful with such a well-paying passenger.

Inside the car, it was quiet. All he could hear was the constant humming of the motor and the faint snoring from behind, so he surmised that she was still dozing. Then, another sound emerged, a quiet rustling in an irregular rhythm â" the sound of clothing rubbing on alcantara, of a person squirming in their seat to find a more comfortable position. Part of him feared that wet puking noises would come next, having experienced this unpleasant sequence many times before, but fortunately the affluent girl didn't seem that kind of passenger.

About sixty miles remained until Kingspoint. Slowly, the traffic around them became tenser as they entered more densely populated areas, and the sky on the eastern horizon lightened from pitch-black to a milky grey. Some other vehicle dared a risky overtaking manoeuvre and came dangerously close to the taxi for a short moment, beaming its headlights through the cab's rear window. Looking into the rear mirror, Gus glanced a strange dark silhouette against the bright background that disappeared a moment later as the other vehicle passed by. It could not have been the outline of the girl's head, nor her arm, and in fact seemed more like a bludgeon or an eggplant in shape.

Odd, but not odd enough to waste much thought on, especially when there were more urgent issues demanding his focus. Trucks passed by left and right, signposts informed him of countless exits to nearby cities and industrial areas. Suddenly, a sharp popping noise startled him for a moment, but he immediately ascribed it to some piece of trash on the road that his wheels had crushed. After a while, he took a glance in the rear mirror, and realised that it was still too dark to see what was happening on the backseats. Still, he noticed a small, glistening droplet crawling across the mirror's surface. With the sleeve of his shirt, he hastily wiped it clear, while mumbling a vague curse about his car falling apart and the roof being about as watertight as a sheet of paper.

Soon, they entered the outskirts of Kingspoint. Fences crowned with barbed wire hemmed vast plots of land full of grey, angular factories and sprawling warehouses. Streetlights craned over the road, and when they passed through under one, he could see the girl's face for a second in the rear mirror. He couldn't tell if she was still asleep, but certainly that she was pretty â" maybe not in the brash manner of a beauty queen, but rather more subdued and quaint. Either way, far too good-looking for an old geezer like him to get his hopes up.

âžYou can let me off here", she suddenly said, utterly baffling the taxi driver. He looked around, saw nothing but graffiti-smeared walls, empty lots filled with rubble and overgrown with weeds, and faded shop-signs over bolted doors. To him, the whole district reeked of stabbings and men in trench-coats selling things one is better off without â" not the place for a young woman with plenty in her pocket to be.

âžSure?", he asked, âžI can take you to the city centre or wherever you wanna go, it's no problem".

âžNo, it's alright. You can drop me here", she replied, and Gus wasn't sure if her face showed a weak smile.

âžR-Really? This seems like pretty dangerous spot here", he argued. Now, she was definitively smiling.

âžI know what I'm doing. I know some people here. Please, just let me off".

Uncomfortable but complying with his passenger's wish, he drove to the side of the almost empty road. A row of stained glass bottles lined the foot of a wall, and the weak wind blew a brown paper bag across the sidewalk. Jessica, suddenly infused with renewed vigour, slid to the car door and opened it.

âžWait, you're still getting your change backâ", Gus said while reading the taximeter, but the girl already stood on the sidewalk.

âžKeep it. Bye", she said flintly and began to strut down some filthy alley, soon disappearing in the darkness where no streetlight shone. With slack-mouthed bafflement, he starred after her.

In the next few days, Gus thought a lot about this unusual passenger, especially once he cleaned up his cab for future use. He simply couldn't explain why the backseats suddenly smelt like a locker room full of teenage boys, or why the same odour now stained the sleeve of his shirt, nor could he say what those little fragments of brightly-coloured rubber scattered across the interior of his car were. For now at least, the aura of mystery surrounding the taciturn girl who turned up one night and paid him kingly would persist.

âžThank you, Your Highness", he said to himself, listening to the cool morning wind blowing through the streets of this seedy district of Kingspoint, âžand please, please, take care of yourself".

â"â"

They were gathered at a glade deep in the woods, surrounded by trees as old as the secrets they kept. Above, stars twinkled like shards of glass on black sackcloth, and a full moon shone down palely. No sound other than the occasional hooting of an owl broke the silence of their conglomeration, and even those birds seemed reluctant to come any closer.

All were clothed in wide, shapeless cloaks, with drooping hoods that hid their faces in darkness. Standing motionless, they looked less like a group of people and more like an arrangement of nigh-identical statues. At the centre of their gathering, a grand totem stood surrounded by a phalanx of candles and torches, whose flickering light cast strange and suggestive shadows. The idol they worshipped was fashioned from wood with remarkable skill, yet the deity depicted was too grotesque to be called realistic. Its general physique was that of a young woman, slim-bodied and longhaired, but with a set of absolutely bizarre genitals. From the figure's loins rose a limb-thick phallus to its shapely but modest breasts, and a pair of testicles that could put a breeding bull to shame hung over its thighs.

As if directed by some invisible signal, the first row of the cloaked crowd stepped forth, closer to the central fire, while the rest of them remained static. Those cultists then dropped their clothes, exposing their nude bodies underneath to the cool night air. Among hundreds, they had been selected to please the deity with their physiques â" they were the most well-endowed men and most voluptuous woman, though any of the former still seemed laughably effete in comparison to the hyper-virile idol. Wasting no time, the naked ones approached one another seemingly at random, and while the others watched calmly, began to copulate.

At first, their movements seemed mechanical and awkward, as if this ritual was conducted for some ulterior purpose and they derived not a single bit of pleasure from it; but soon their coupling grew into a frenzied orgy, grunting obscenely and distorting their faces into masks of animalistic lust. With any passing minute, their thrusting and grasping became more violent, their skin more glistening with the sweat in the fire's flickering shine, and their vocalisations louder until the whole forrest reverberated with their bestial cries. It was a vista of indiscriminate penetration and frottage, constantly shifting back and forth so that each of the chosen ones came into contact with all others; their engagements increasingly more perverse and frantic, until their speed and brutally seemed to exceed the limits of human performance and durability.

Drowned out by the cacophony of moaning, screaming, grunting, braying and squealing, the cloaked worshippers surrounding the orgy began to chant, mouthing syllables of some harsh, ancient tongue in perfect unison. As their prayers grew louder, a strange wind seemed to fan the flames around their idol, and the fire's colour began to shift, taking on a hue of emerald green. Meanwhile, the chosen ones copulated with such mindless fury that their bodies could hardly be kept apart, merging into a single mass of ungodly obscenity. As if thoroughly satisfied with the ritual, the deity's eyes began to blaze â" glowing with the same tinct that now imbued the fireâ

âžS'cuse meâ""

It was less the words directed at him, and more the sports bag scraping over his face that ripped him from his strange dreams. The hissing of pneumatic bus doors followed, along with the rattling of trolley suitcases down the isle and mumbled conversations of some fellow passengers. Daniel yawned and stretched, taking a look through the stained window to his left. He knew those busy streets, those sidewalks bristling with life, those fancy and not so fancy shops squeezed into rows hemming the roads, the myriads of restaurants and the diverse scents of spices that anyone walking by would catch, and those high-rise, majestic skyscrapers looming in the distance.

Norwood had been a nice place to grow up in, but the quaint seaside town offered little in terms of amenities. Whenever something was needed that couldn't be found in those few local shops, one had to make the eighty-odd miles trip south to the newest big city, the state's capital with about half a million inhabitants â" Kingspoint.

As a child, the metropolis seemed almost mythical to Daniel, who'd still be dazed after the long drive and intimidated by the change in environment. He had felt both exulted by what he saw, by the vast and sprawling city where any conceivable thing had to exist somewhere and that seemed decades ahead of his sleepy hometown, but at the same time, the futuristic complexity and strange aloofness of the place also frightened him as a kid. As he got older, he'd occasionally afford the long journey by bus to experience urban pleasures and explore the city's famed nightlife â" Although he, after a few positive flings, ended up biting off more than he could chew, and became more careful, not to say timid, after waking up on a gas station parking lot with a light concussion and an empty wallet.

Good or bad, Kingspoint had been his gate to the wider world, the pivot point between the quiet streets of Norwood and the hustle-and-bustle of modernity. Here had he met Anne for the first time, where her family was old money, before they went off to college together, and hereto had she returned to pursue her career in visual arts, while he remained there to continue his education. Long-distance relationships were never easy, and even less so with a partner as fickle, intelligent, imperious, and woefully erotic as her. Via messages, they had argued spitefully and soon after exchanged lewd thoughts and pictures, repeating this circle again and again until Daniel offered to visit her during Spring Break.

Those last few months hadn't been the easiest for him. After the bizarre and frightening episode with his lost-and-found childhood friend Jessica, he experienced a period of bewilderment and morbid fascination, but even after that had died down, he felt strangely distracted and lost interest in his studies. Though still far from endangering, his formerly spotless grades had suffered somewhat, so he was glad to finally have some time to relax and focus his mind on other things with his stupendously hot girlfriend. But like a small wound that refused to heal, the vista of that café bathroom unconsciously came to mind, and sometimes even infested his dreamsâ

Distraction. That's what he direly needed. No more thinking about Jessica and the mysterious implications of the things he had read relating to her hometown, but only about Anne. Still, he could hardly keep to his own resolution as he walked down the road, jostled his way into an overfilled streetcar, travelling through the city to reach Anne's apartment; his mind seemed clouded and he could still recall that grotesque dream he had while nodding on the bus with unpleasant clarity. Due to some large-scale renovation work, the streetcar could only take him a few stations, and he ended up having to take a long and annoying detour across Kingspoint to get to his target. And during this unplanned journey, he saw some curious things that caused his heartbeat to accelerate.

In some half-lit alley, he espied a heap of black plastic bags leaning against trash cans. One of those had a tear in its side, through which a corner of textile protruded, most likely of a blanket or a cushion. A thick-flowing, pearly white liquid dribbled from it, and formed a puddle on the dusty ground. Daniel could have ignored this, but then he smelt a waft of an intense, musky odour that overshadowed the stench of decay for a moment. Memories of the café restroom's muck-covered walls came to mind, yet he diligently managed to ignore them.

Another short travel by streetcar, and Daniel decided that a quick snack would help calm his nerves. While throwing away the napkin, he stared one second too long into the trash can, and discovered something unusual â" the corner of a large, onyx-black bra peeking out from under a heap of crumpled papers and plastic bottles, its strap torn as if crudely handled with brute strength. A ply of white textile might have been the corresponding blouse, but he was unwilling to dig through the garbage for certainty. Instead, he took his gyros and sat down on a park bench nearby. The wind rustled through the twigs of the bush behind his back, and he couldn't help but notice a tiny black triangle fluttering between the leaves like a minuscule flag. For some reason, Daniel was certain that the frill slip hanging at chest-height and the discarded clothes in the garbage can were connected. An uncomfortable feeling overcame him, and he ended up walking a hundred or so feet before sitting down on a different bench to eat his snack.

Ultimately, what caused his consternation to erupt into blind panic was something less outrageous, yet still highly unusual. While waiting for a streetlight to turn green, he saw something glittering in the gutter, and curiously bent down to get a closer look. It was a condom wrapper of truly frightening size, ripped in half yet still barely fitting into his hand. The exposed inside was silvery, the outside dull black, with at least four X's forming a row in bright neon green; it wasn't difficult to deduce what the rest of the label must have been like.

More and more pieces of the puzzle emerged, and he did not like the picture they seemed to form so far, one that showed him as the unwilling onlooker of some great calamity. In a way, it reminded him of the pulpy crime novels he had read as a teen, featuring a shrewd killer who had nothing better to do than leaving clues for the detective to find, playing a devilish game of cat-and-mouse with his pursuer and thinking himself too smart to ever get caught.

At the same time, the presence that seemed to haunt him now was no murderer, but some sort of hyper-virile superhuman, who instead of directly ending people's lives ruined their bodies and minds with a sort of sex, if it call still be called so, that transcended the usual categories of pleasure and pain and plunged them into a maelstrom of unnatural lust. However, judging both from his childhood memories and the short encounter he had with this strange girl, it seemed unlikely that she was consciously playing with him, but rather haphazardly leaving clues by not bothering to hide her tracks. Either way, an idea crystallised into a ridiculous reality: Jessica was somewhere in Kingspoint.

In principle, that shouldn't have worried him â" he had accepted that he could never solve all the mysteries that she represented, and neither did he have much interest in getting involved in her bizarre life. But then, he acknowledged the third point forming the triangle between him, Jessica â" and, as he now realised with great horror â" Anne. Daniel could visualise the countless photos she had sent him with great clarity, and had a perfect image, among her other attractive features, of his girlfriend's immaculate pink pussy, and he remembered how tight and warm its pleasurable embrace had been. Now, another less pleasant memory stirred, the vista of the woman violated by Jessica in that restroom, and more specifically, that gaping, stretched-out hole revealed to him.

It was like one of those before-and-after images of some catastrophe: The picture on the left showed some quaint little jungle village, the one on the right a pile of rubble, uprooted trees, and flotsam, with desperate inhabitants digging through the wreckage of their homes. The thought of anything bad happening to his beloved Anne was hard enough to stomach, but this specific sort of perverted assault was on another level of horrific. Of course, he didn't know how Jessica had brought that woman who he had seen drinking coffee and chatting on her phone just a few minutes earlier to serve as her single-use sex toy, but he surmised that she wouldn't have offered herself had he approached her the same way.

An acute sense of danger overcame him. Those last few months had been difficult and confusing, but with Anne serving as his lodestar, he could endure anything thrown in his way. Now, this one hope guiding him was suddenly at risk, threatened by a menace he still couldn't fully understand, but whose destructiveness was undoubtable. A nightmare, more gruesome and bizarre than anything his mind could have conjured up, seemed to be in the process of becoming real. Daniel tried to rationalise his fears away, arguing with himself that his assumptions were ridiculous, but the paralysing fear that suddenly grabbed him only worsened.

Daniel began to run â" loping down avenues until his lungs burned awfully, tunnelling his way through dense crowds of miffed city dwellers, ignoring red lights and almost being run over by a highly agitated driver, until he finally stood in front of the stately building that contained Anne's apartment. A quick look around revealed no clues for any sexual grotesqueries happening around here, but to be sure, he gathered his last strength and darted up the stairs to the fourth floor. A while ago, she had given him a key to her place, and while he didn't mean to intrude into her privacy, he needed to know if she was alright first.

Anne's apartment was spacious, but untidy. Jackets and shoes cluttered the hallway, unwashed plates and glasses towered in the kitchen sink. A number of easels, their canvasses either crowded with vague shapes in dull colours or half empty, stood in the living room, while various finished works hung from the walls. But the artist herself was nowhere to be seen, enough to send a shiver down Daniel's spine.

âžAnne?", he shouted, âžSorry â" Sorry for bursting in like that. I know I'm two days early, but I wanted to surprise you. Anne, are you here?".

No response came, so he continued calling his girlfriend's name, again and again. The answering silence threatened to drive him insane. Finally, a door at the end of the long hallway opened gingerly.

âžD-Daniel?".

Anne, as stunningly beautiful, tall, and imposing as always, stepped out of the room, her lovely thick eyebrows raised in surprise. Daniel could barely keep himself from squealing idiotically in joy and relief upon seeing her, in a state obviously different from the ruinous condition he had found Jessica's last partner in, but as he ran over to her with the intention of passionately embracing his beloved, the situation suddenly seemed odd to him. Her curly blonde hair was awfully tousled and sweat-drenched strains clung to her face, and the rumpled plain white t-shirt she wore along with loose sweatpants was very much unlike her usual choice of clothing, even within her apartment. Indeed, Daniel had seen her like this countless times when they were together, but under these circumstances, a formerly pleasant sight suddenly carried a bitter taste.

âžI-I didn't ex-expect you to comeâ"âž, she stammered, crassly in contrast with her otherwise cocksure demeanour.

âžI'm here two days early. I wanted to surprise you", Daniel said in a tense voice. Anne reacted to his accusing gaze with an apologetic smile, lowering her chin to keep him from espying the hickey above her collarbone. But it was too late already, and even without this visual clue, he could pierce together what was happening.

âžD-Daniel, darling, I-I can explain, I'm â" I mean, I'mâ"âž.

Despite Anne's weak attempt at stopping him, Daniel pushed past her towards the open bedroom door. Once inside, he immediately noted the disheveled bed, with blankets crumpled like paper serviettes and pillows shoved aside. A sharp smell of sweat lay in the air, and to his chagrin, he could tell that it was not only his girlfriend's. His brows rose in anger, his mouth turned into a thin line. Meanwhile, Anne stood in the doorframe, with quivering lips and pleading eyes.

âžDanielâpleaseâ".

Just then, he remembered that Anne's bedroom had a walk-in closet to his left. Some intuition told him that he'd find what he was looking for in there, so he ripped the door open before she could stop him. Inside, the dim light falling in revealed shelves bulging with clothing; blouses, dresses, shoes and other, some of which he had seen, some of which Anne must have bought more recently. And in the centre of the small room, he did find a human figure, standing on the wooly carpet, stark nude â" but it wasn't Jessica Maijstral, not her body that so grotesquely blended girlish femininity with outright equine virility. Instead, it was someone he had once known well, but hadn't seen in a while.

âžJeremy? You?".

The naked man smiled awkwardly, his hands crossed over his crotch, and Daniel stared at him in slack-jawed bafflement. Years ago, the two had played hockey together, and while never particularly close, he remembered Jeremy as a friendly and trustworthy fellow. There seemed to be no strain of malice or unbridled lust in him, so it seemed incomprehensible that he, of all people, would be the one to seduce his girlfriend â" but Daniel quickly understood that it must have been the other way around. Still, this explanation left a glaring question unanswered.

âžHim?".

As far as he could tell, Jeremy wasn't that attractive. He stood somewhat taller than Daniel, but was a bit chubby, with curly brown hair and thick glasses that he wore even now. In addition, he could tell both from the memories of the locker room they had once shared and the clumsy way he tried to shield his groin that Jeremy wasn't the most well-endowed man either; in fact, significantly less so than Daniel himself. All this only deepened the mystery â" if Anne had chosen some Adonis with a pretty face and a chiseled physique, it would have been no less painful, but at least understandable. With Jeremy, of all people, it seemed incomprehensible.

Anne, and maybe her lover too, were talking rapidly to him â" plaintively asking for forgiveness, offering threadbare explanations, making feeble counter-accusations â" but Daniel barely noticed them. At that moment, he wanted to have nothing to do with the two, and the throbbing pain in his head shut out almost all sound. He wanted to scream, to cry out over the remnants of a yearlong relationship shattered in mere seconds. Agonising questions buzzed through his mind: How long had this been going on? Was he the first one? Did Jeremy even know that she had a partner, or was he left in the dark about this aspect of the affair?

And then, it suddenly seemed to all make sense. The fiery chaos in his mind was replaced by a bitter realisation, the confused mien on his face by one of icy amusement.

âžIâI think I get it now", Daniel said no louder than necessary.

âžIt's all just a game to you, isn't it, Anne? You're doing it for the thrill. Cheating on me while I'm away must be so exciting to you â" I assume you wanted to throw him out just a few hours before I was to arrive. Knowing that you can manipulate and betray anyone you want without them ever finding it, that gives you the kick, doesn't it?

I should have known better. I really should have. I always knew you were a narcissist, you've always treated me like a toy, forcing me to submit to your capricesâbut I've taken it all, accepted it, because you've charmed me again and again with your superficial appeal. Now, I've finally looked through you, and I'm not willing to play along any longer. Find someone else to use as a pawn in your sick gamesâI'm sure you'll come across some fool who'll worship you like I did. But that won't be me".

Daniel's head felt like it was filled with boiling water, and his voice didn't sound as self-assured as he had hoped it would. In fact, he wasn't at all sure later that he had said all that he thought he had, or that they had fully understood him. Jeremy just stared at him with what seemed like a mien of genuine regret, while Anne was quick to take action; rapidly shifting between teary-eyed pleas and almost convincing attempts at shifting the blame or playing down her behaviour. He didn't listen to a word she said, feeling that he'd lose his last remnants of sanity if he heard one more of her saccharine lies.

"Shut up! Jesus Christ, just shut up!", he shouted back in great anger.

"God dammit, even now, you try to make this all about yourself! Fuck you, Anne, and fuck all of your manipulative bullshit. I can only hope that one day, one of your plans backfires and you'll get what you deserve. But IâI just want you sadistic bitch to leave me alone. That's all".

Without saying another word, Daniel headed for the door, but on his way he walked up to Jeremy, who flinched and retreated as if from a rabid dog. For some reason, he couldn't muster up that much anger for his former colleague â" he was just another victim of the egotistic monster he had worshipped for so long.

"And youâI advise you to get out while you still can. That's all".

While he managed to stay relatively collected inside the apartment, hot tears were running down his cheeks as he rushed down the stairs. Over the years, he and Anne had broken up countless times, only to reunite sooner or later in a burst of fiery passion, but this was something entirely different â" a radical, irreversible, agonising change. Forgiving her was out of the question, and any attempt at mending their relationship would be to turn himself back into a pawn in Anne's cruel game. No more. The agony caused by her treason rove him to the very core of his being, but turning around and surrendering to the sweet illusion that she saw him as anything other than a toy would have been an act of pitiful weakness, a betrayal of all his principles, a loss of what little dignity he still had left.

Although his extreme agitation eventually waned, Daniel continued to agonise while aimlessly walking through Kingspoint. There appeared to be no place left to go in the entire metropolis. Suddenly, the glass-paned skyscrapers in the distance seemed like sinister giants watching him, amused by his misery, while the storefronts and stark concrete walls formed an inescapable labyrinth. Whenever someone passed by him smiling, he imagined that they knew what had happened to him. Look at that idiot, played like a fiddle for years, and he didn't even notice until now. Daniel felt like punching someone in the face, but luckily, he wasn't that kind of person.

His miserable sojourn ended in some far-flung park, with blisters on his feet and aching calves. Empty booze bottles lay underneath the grimy bench he sat on, dropping his head into the cradle of his arms and trying to calm down again. It's gonna be alright, he repeated in his mind over and over, but the phrase felt wrong, almost cynical. When he looked up again, he espied a little ramshackle building, most likely a run-down public restroom, with a prominent graffiti scrawled across the wall facing him. Daniel barely registered it at first, but something about it caught his interest, and he came closer to get a better look.

The one in question showed a group of figures, more elaborately drawn than stickmen, but not by much. In the centre stood an ostentatiously female shape, short and with modest breasts, but possessing an erect phallus the size of one of its limbs and cartoonish testicles each as big as the head, whose face showed a smug smile. Surrounding it were half a dozen more obviously feminine characters, taller and long-haired, their breasts nigh-perfect circles no smaller than their torsos sporting nipples like spearheads. From their heads rose little heart-shapes like bubbles in cider.

Below, a line was scribbled in an angular hand: La GaraÃÃna. Even if he hadn't been able to recall his high-school Spanish lessons and remembered that El GaraÃÃn means something like stallion or breeding bull, he would have been able to deduce the significance from the graffiti above. Crude, obscene drawings and bawdy lines weren't an unusual sight scrawled across walls in this city, but at least this one seemed to imply more, hinting at something very specific. Too well did it fit in with the leaking garbage bags, the tattered clothing he found, the comically oversized condom wrapper.

Daniel's mind began to reel. Just two hours ago, he was deadly afraid that his beloved girlfriend could have encountered Jessica and become a victim of her insatiable lust, but now the whole situation looked entirely different to him. No longer did he care about what happened to Anne, and in lieu of his interest for her, an older fascination came back. He vividly remembered the scene in the café restroom, which by now seemed less like some horrifying grotesquery and more like a gross, yet tantalising mystery, and the strange but enticing hints he had found in the old books while trying to solve the riddle that was Jessica Maijstral.

With curiosity bordering on obsession, he considered the situation. The physical clues could be no older than a few days, so it seemed likely the Jessica was still in Kingspoint. A million questions formed in his mind, all impatiently waiting to be answered. Now that he no longer feared the rapture of his girlfriend, he could go out and investigate; march right into the lion's cave. Daniel began to smile weakly. Judging from what he had seen so far, it seemed that finding Jessica wouldn't be that difficult.

â"â"

Jessica never had problems fitting in whenever she arrived at a new place â" not because she made the least efforts at changing her behaviour in accordance with her surroundings, but rather because she forcefully restructured the world around her without even trying.

She was lying supine of a stinking mattress soaked with a cocktail of emissions, her calfs dangling over the edge of the bed. With a somewhat absent-minded, almost bored mien she stared at the ceiling, while two figures were caressing her body, and a further two waited on the stained carpet a few feet away. The light shining in through the room's single window seemed fallow, and all that one could see looking through it were the bare ruins of an apartment building slated for destruction. Aside from the bed, the sole pieces of furniture present were a nightstand with a non-functional lamp and a low bookshelf devoid of books.

Like a monolith of engorged flesh, Jessica's giant cock rose from her crotch, while her monstrous testicles rested on the mattress between her angled thighs like a pair of coconuts in a tight leather bag. A dark-skinned and big-chested woman was kneeling astride her, embracing the girl's member with both arms and rubbing the soft skin of her large breasts against the titanic shaft. With her eyes closed, her mouth eagerly caressed the girl's glans, barely managing to get half of the monstrous cock-head inside; but her full lips were firmly planted on the spongy surface, while her tongue traced the sensitive tip and dove into the hot depths of Jessica's piss-slit. For her efforts, she was rewarded with mouthful after mouthful of salty pre-cum, which she greedily gulped down and squirmed in primitive lust with every swallow. The dark woman's amble bubble butt rested on Jessica's muscular abdomen, and the girl could feel the other's soaked pussy pressing against her navel.

As if that wasn't enough stimulation, an chubby white girl, with straight blonde hair and a plump ass whose cheeks were both marked by hand-shaped bruises, crouched between the Jessica's legs, pushing her face against the inhuman scrotum and diligently licking every millimetre of the smooth, sweaty skin. A few feet from the bed, a skinny asian woman with long black hair knelt on the floor, her bloodshot eyes transfixed on the busy trio and the carpet between her quivering thighs dark with moisture. The figure waiting in the same posture to her left was that of a young man; but with his smooth chest, his girlishly pretty face and his broad, bubbly ass, he hardly seemed out-of-place among the others. His cock, barely longer and thicker than his thumb, jutted pathetically from his crotch, twitching uselessly whenever a shiver went through his tight body.

A ridiculous degree of stimulation, with more just waiting for a sign to join her. But Jessica was beginning to feel bored by it.

Raising one hand, she shoved the dark-skinned woman's dreads aside and gently pushed against her shoulder, signing her to get off. The plump one between her thighs did not receive such a warning, instead, she only felt those giant orbs pressing against her face until she toppled backwards, though she hardly seemed to mind, staring up with an expression of lustful intoxication, blind drunk from the girl's intense musk. Jessica jumped up, her trunk-like cock bobbing with the momentum of a swinging wrecking ball, and four pairs of eyes were stuck on the incredible sight.

Wordlessly, she signed the ebony belle to lie down on the mattress. The other obeyed enthusiastically, immediately pulling up her thick thighs until her knees squashed against her full breasts. Her vulva was a shade darker than her skin, walnut brown against chocolate, and glistened with hot wetness. Breathing rapidly in excitement, she stared over to the girl kneeling at the edge of the bed, but Jessica remained static for now. A sly smile spread on her face.

"Huh, now that I think about itâthere's almost a dozen holes here for me to wreck. Now, tell me â" why should I chose you before that fat-assed whore over there?".

With her dark eyes wide open in utter confusion, the woman looked up. Her mind, overwhelmed by intense primitive desires, was slow to comprehend the words spoken to her, and her constricted throat made it difficult to formulate an answer. When she finally spoke, her voice was weak and trembling, barely more than a croak.

"W-What?".

Jessica's face betrayed her amusement over the other's predicament. Like a predator certain that its prey had no chance of escaping, she licked her lips and smiled icily.

"You heard me â" I can see that you want my cock, that you feel like you'll go insane if you don't get it, but you're not the only one. So, tell me: What exactly do you want me to do with your body?".

The woman's gaze shifted back and forth between the unimaginable length of limb-thick cock before her and the devilish smile on the girl's face, while her own expression turned from one of confusion to one of frustration. She groaned harshly through clenched teeth, but Jessica's smug expression remained unchanged. Finally, the ebony woman sighed, threw back her head and closed her eyes, trying to concentrate as much as she could in that tense situation, and then spoke.

"I wantâI want you to ram that horse-cock, no, that god-cock of yours mercilessly into my tight little pussy. I want you to violently ream me until I'm totally ruined, yes, until I'm good for nothing but but being your cock-sheath. Oh, I want you to batter my guts, to reshape my insides, to violate every single inch of my body. I want, no, I need you to conquer my womb, to stuff me so full of your fertile semen that every nook and cranny is flooded with seed, and that I'll end up carrying at least half a dozen of your kids! Oh god, I'm gonna lose my fucking mind if I have to wait any longer!".

Jessica was surprised. She had expected a coherent answer, but not something so vivid and finely formulated, and this wonderfully obscene reply aroused her greatly. A wave of lust shot through her body, causing the obscenely thick veins along her shaft to jut out as if they would immediately tear apart her skin, her already monstrous glans to swell and darken, and a massive gush of pre-cum to squirt all over the body lying before her, the mattress, and the wall behind. The ebony woman squealed in excitement, but quickly fell silent as Jessica reached down and squeezed the soft flesh of her breast with vicious force.

"Well done", she groaned, "nothing I like more than a whore who can express herself. All the more fun to fuck you into a braindead meat-holeâ"

â"â"

Daniel's assessment had been dead-right. By simply following the trail of viscous semen ejaculated in absurd amounts, bruised and broken bodies tossed aside like candy wrappers, and general mayhem, he had soon been able to locate Jessica. This was a rather unpleasant part of Kingsport, a poor and destitute area far off from the bustling financial quarter and the quaint, tourist-attracting riverside. Most storefront windows around here were either smashed it or smeared with graffiti, and only a few questionable businesses advertised their goods and services in sickly glowing neon signs. Following the sidewalk, he could often hear glass shards crunching underneath his soles, and at least once he had circumvented a puddle that looked suspiciously like blood.

Finally, he stood before that dilapidated, four-story apartment building that the barman a few streets down had referred to in a mumbled comment. Just as he was about to try the entrance door, it was ripped open from the inside. An old man in tattered clothing, crosseyed and with a long dirty beard, stepped up to him and came uncomfortably close. With a start, Daniel recognised that the handle protruding from his belt belonged to a knife, and involuntarily pressed his back against the wall.

The elder raised a bottle towards Daniel's face, close enough to smell the cheap liquor sloshing inside. Stiff with fear, he could do nothing but slowly shake his head â" then the crazed-looking man shrugged, stepped aside, and pranced down the street while taking a long swig from his bottle. Once he had disappeared into some alleyway, Daniel sighed with relief, and stepped through the door. Inside, it was so dark that he had to feel his way up the creaking stairs, and an almost nauseating reek of decay filled the stale air. Even if he hadn't been told where to go, the noises echoing through the hallways indicated where he would find Jessica.

Years ago, there must have been a sticker pasted on the door of apartment twenty-one, but now only a smear of glue and a few tatters of paper were left on the wooden pane, too little to reconstruct what it had once stated. For some reason, he wasn't surprised to find it unlocked. Daniel had once read some old book about a man who stepped through the gates of hell, and suddenly felt a sort of kinship with him. Abandon all hope, he recited in his mind as he went into the apartment.

The room was more spacious than he had expected, but just as murky as the hallway. An intense odour of sex, musky and pungent, filled the moist and warm air. The racket, already loud enough when filtered through the walls, reached an almost ear-numbing volume and an unpleasant degree of clarity here. Had he not known what Jessica was doing behind of one those doors, he could have hardly guessed the origin of that noise â" in fact, it sounded more like some rapid-fire industrial process, a giant machine with rattling pistons and grinding cogwheels operating at maximum speed, combined with occasional outbursts of farm animals being tortured. It was simply too grotesque to be arousing, too far removed from any normal conception of lust and pleasure for him to enjoy.

The racket seemed to come from the right, where deep shadows hid the end of the short hallway. Thinking back to that café restroom and how he reacted to the aftermath of Jessica's activities, he surmised that he, despite a certain degree of morbid curiosity, would be better off staying outside while she was creating such a scene. Feeling his way through the darkness, he found a door to his left and stepped through.

Unlike the other rooms, the kitchen of the apartment was well lit due to its un-shuttered windows, but the light only revealed how dirty everything was. The discoloured carpet was dotted with stains of dubious origin, stacks of uncleaned plates mouldered on the sideboard. A fat cockroach crawled lethargically across the top of a shelve, navigating between empty glasses and plastic packagings before disappearing behind a half-filled box of cornflakes.

âžNice place you found for yourself, Jessica", Daniel mumbled.

The industrial-strength orgy a few rooms away showed no sighs of abating, so he wiped the dust off the one chair he found and sat down to wait. Driven by curiosity, he took a peak into the fridge, and recoiled at the foul gust that issued from it. A glass of mixed pickles, a few bottles of curdled milk, a rotting head of cabbage. Daniel frowned in disgust, hoping that Jessica would be done soon and allow him a chance to talk to her.

Half an hour or so passed. The thumping continued uninterruptedly, but not monotonously: Sometimes, the rhythm increased to a ludicrous speed that made it sound like a jackhammer, and at other times it slowed down to an almost leisurely pace, but which afforded each thrust such enormous force that the ground seemed to shake under its devastating momentum. Daniel was baffled, not understanding how someone could survive this without spending at least a week in a hospital afterwards, and more so why anyone would willingly subject themselves to such torments, and apparently even enjoy it. Had he known that he'd have to wait so long, he might have brought a book along.

The door opened noiselessly, and a young woman stepped into the kitchen. Long blonde hair in sweat-drenched strands clung to the sides of her head and fell down to her collarbones. She was topless, but wore a pair of dirty jeans, and although her breasts were of a modest size, their impressive firmness and the relation to her slender chest made her a very pleasant sight. Daniel stared at her in surprise, unsure what to say, while her formerly expressionless face became a sort of dazed smile.

"Hey, I'm looking for, maybe you've seenâ"", he began, but the young woman quickly stepped up to him.

Without the least warning, she stooped down and kissed him, plunging her tongue into his mouth with frantic passion. One of her hands reached underneath his shirt, eagerly caressing his chest and rubbing his nipple. Daniel was stupefied, yet too lulled by the sudden pleasure to do anything but allow it. The blonde's fingers moved quickly and with definite purpose, soon arriving at his belt and beginning to open his pants. He shivered, but still couldn't detach himself from her ravenous kiss, when she pulled down his boxers and grabbed his crotch.

Already aroused by the passionate caress of his upper body, Daniel's cock became fully erect in no time after the mysterious woman began to roughly masturbate him, reaching its proud size of a good seven inches with an above-average girth. Her grip was almost painfully tight and her movements dangerously swift, as if she was trying to rush him towards an orgasm. Then, however, she broke the passionate kiss and lowered her head to his crotch, placing her spit-wet lips on the tip of his cock.

Daniel couldn't suppress a weak moan as she guided his cock into the warm depths of her mouth, taking his length in mere seconds until her lips touched against his short-cropped pubic hair. Anne, being a manipulative demon notwithstanding, was skilled in the art of oral sex, and always took her time, gently handling his member to maximise the pleasure for both participants. The blond's method was entirely different â" forcefully plunging his cock into her throat, squeezing his shaft between her tongue and her palate, rubbing his glans as if to scour it clean. There was something animalistic about her actions, driven not by conscious desire but by the most primal instincts.

Daniel, not having had sex in months and unnerved by the tense situation, couldn't last long. With a gulp, he tensed up and released multiple spurts of hot semen into the mysterious woman's mouth. As he looked down a second later, her lips were still around his glans, like she was trying to suck up every last modicum of his ejaculate. Before he could ask her what this strange behaviour was about and if all visitors were greeted that way, she had stood up again, making Daniel realise that she must be at least as tall as him. The blond regarded him with a smug smile, and a rill of semen trailed down from the right corner of her mouth, dripping from her chin onto her pert breast.

He looked at her dumbfoundedly, and didn't feel much wiser when she turned around and walked out, all without having said a single word. The encounter had certainly be pleasurable, even if he wished her to have been a bit more gentle, but an announcement or at least some cursory smalltalk beforehand would have been nice as well. Either way, Daniel suddenly felt much less tense, and thought himself more able to stomach this bewildering and sometimes downright horrifying world he found himself in.

Meanwhile, the background noise continued with unabated strength and ferocity. At times, it almost sounded like someone was playing the audio tracks of multiple porn movies at the same time and at an excessive volume, but the ceaseless thumping proved that this was no recording. When it finally stopped, an eery silence fell over the apartment that made it seem all the more like a sinister cavern. Daniel knew that his chance had come.

"Jessica!", he yelled as loud as he could, certain that there were no neighbours he could disturb.

No reply, but the apartment remained quiet, except some barely audible moaning in the distance. He repeated his battle-cry, and then again a minute later.

Something shambled down the hallway and gingerly stepped into the kitchen. Jessica's pale skin was glistening with sweat, not necessary her own, and her short hair was disheveled and matted with stickiness. The t-shirt she wore was at least three sizes too big for her, yet wherever wetness caused the fabric to stick to her skin, rows of well-developed muscles revealed themselves. Her black sweatpants were similarly oversized, with the cuffs almost reaching the kitchen floor, yet still fitted dangerously tight around her crotch, and barely managed to contain the monstrous bulge down her left leg. At the tip of this protrusion, viscous pearly liquid seeped readily through the cloth, seeming perfectly white against the background of the dark fabric as it oozed down her calf. In sharp contrast to her demigoddess-like physique, Jessica's face betrayed anxiousness, with her eyes widened in utter surprise and her lips twitching to stutter an answer.

"D-Da-Daniel?".

The one addressed smiled weakly.

"Hello, Jessica. Seems like our paths cross again".

More even than before, Jessica seemed to be paralysed by some corroding fear, as if she expected him to pull out a gun and execute her right on the spot.

"I'm sorry if I've startled you. Youâseemed busy, and I needed a way to attract your attention. Well, seems like it worked, huh?".

Despite his friendly demeanor, she remained frozen.

"Whyâ"

"Why I'm here, you mean? Well, I just happened to be in the city, and I saw some, let's say indications that you were around. It wasn't that hard to find you, to be honest. You tend to draw a lot of attention to yourself, Jess".

Finally, the girl sighed and looked down, as if she could not bear to look her childhood friend in the eye.

"If it's about that café, the bathroom I meanâ"".

He interrupted her with dry laughter.

"Oh, that. No, I'm not angry about that, though I'd be lying if I said it didn't startle me. Couldn't sleep for a few nights afterwards, but that's not your fault. Jessica, I'm not mad at you. At least not anymore".

A groan in the distance broke the silence.

"Thenâwhy are you here?", she said in a trembling voice so utterly contrary to her superhuman body. Daniel leaned forward and tilted his head.

"I'm curious".

"Curious?".

"Yes. Jessica, do you know that are a fascinating human being?".

She looked back at him uncomprehendingly.

"Well, you must have noticed that what you'reâdoing here is unusual, to say the least. And more importantly, that your body is unlike that of others, man or woman or anything else. I'd go so far to say that you are not only unique, but miles outside the spectrum of humanity, with abilities thatâtranscend anything I ever thought possible, quite frankly".

Although he had formulated it very diplomatically, Daniel's words felt like a punch in the stomach to her. She had been aware of her unusual nature every single second of her life, and that the sight of her body alone was enough to drive most people into either a lustful frenzy or a horrified madness. She didn't need him to point it out to her. Yet somehow, she didn't feel angry at him â" but rather at herself. Jessica, the hyper-sexual juggernaut and promiscuous megalomaniac, betrayed herself as the insecure, self-deprecating schoolgirl she sometimes became in those quiet, lonely moments.

"I know", she said quietly.

"And that is what I am curious about. I want to know why you are the way you are, essentially. You see, I've done some researchâ".

Daniel, blessed by nature with a rather good memory, relayed everything â" all in all, not that much â" he had found about the Norwood-cult, its strange rituals and hermaphroditic idols to her. While still appearing somewhat intimidated, Jessica's eyes began to glow with interest.

"And you think â" you think that has something to do with me?".

"I know that it sounds pretty crazy, and a few months ago, I would surely have laughed about such a story. I simply wouldn't have thought it possible, but then again, I wouldn't have thought that doing what I've seen you do was possible, either", Daniel said.

Somewhat hesitantly, Jessica walked over to him. Removing a heap of plastic and paper, she revealed a chair that he had overlooked earlier, and awkwardly sat down on it, struggling with the stiff mass of meat crowding her sweatpants.

"D'you want something to drink?".

"I'd rather not risk getting food poisoning", Daniel noted with a smile, cocking his head towards the fridge.

"The soda's still alright. A bit stale though".

"I don't think there's any soda in there. Just spoiled milk and some pickles".

"So that whore took my soda", Jessica mumbled.

"Pardon?".

"Nothing. But, now that you mention all thatâ".

"Yes?"

"Well, I don't know how to say itâI have something that could interest you. It's a key".

"A keyâWell, what can you open with it?", Daniel asked full of newfound curiosity.

Jessica steeled her face into an expressionless mask, caught by a sudden wave of painful memories that she had done her best to suppress.

"My father gave it to me â" or rather, I took it. It's for a locker in Norwood. At the old train station, I think".

Daniel was at the edge of his seat.

"I don't know what's inside, but I think he wanted me to see it. IâI haven't been to Norwood since his death".

Sensing Jessica's pain, Daniel reached over the table and put his hand on hers. Strange, he thought, how the inhuman behemoth he had heard and seen was the same person as the fragile woman sitting next to him.

"I've heard about that. I'm so sorry".

Jessica didn't answer immediately, but sighed and looked away. Steps sounded from the hallway, and a woman's head â" someone other than the blonde Daniel had earlier met â" peaked into the kitchen with an impatient smile on her face. Jessica gave her an icy stare, enough to cause her to disappear back into the darkness.

"It's alright", she sighed.

"Daniel, I've always wondered about that locker, but I can't get myself to go there. The thought alone isâawful. I guess I hide it well, but deep down I'm a coward".

"You're not. I cannot say that I'd do the same in your situation because, quite frankly, I can't even begin to imagine what being Jessica Maijstral must be like, but I know for certain that you're no coward. And I have an idea that might help you".

She had a vague premonition what would say next.

"Yes?"

"Why don't we travel to Norwood together? I have the week off and nothing planned. Would be nice to see the old town again, wouldn't it? But more importantly, I know that thisâmystery will continue to drive me mad until I have answers â" of course, only if you want to. I don't want to cajole you into something you're uncomfortable with. I can't promise that you'll feel better afterwardsâbut maybe, you can make peace with your past, or at least some parts of it".

Jessica felt torn. She couldn't deny that what Daniel had said was true, and she had always felt a certain desire for closure, even though she had no idea what that might entail. Beyond that, she was simply curious â" always aware of that blank spot in her life's history, the area of mystery that she had barely dared speculating about. Somehow, she had never really though about the reasons why her body was so different from anyone else's, and had assumed it to be nothing but an inexplicable twist of fate. Now, it increasingly seemed that all these unanswered questions were connected, as if woven in a net that had been too thin for her to see. At the same time, her mind baulked whenever she considered returning to her quaint New England hometown, bombarding her with vivid awful memories and insisting that she would relive all this and worse if she dared to go on that journey.

In the end, it was Daniel who tipped the scales. With anyone else, she would have most likely backed down, but there was something unusual about him that affected her decision. Jessica liked him â" not as a convenient piece of warm meat to satisfy her monstrous desires or an obsequious slave trembling in fear before her, but simply as a friend. As strange as it felt, she really did want to help him, even if it meant pain or discomfort for herself.

âžJess?"

âžSorry, I was lost in thought for a moment".

âžIt's alright. You don't have to decide now, but if youâ"âž

âžI'm coming with you".

Although he had thought that nothing could surprise him anymore on that eventful day, Daniel widened his eyes in disbelief.

âžSure?"

âžYes. You're right. If I can't do it alone, then we should do it together. Oh, Danny, I haveâmissed you".

At that last sentence, a weak smile began to show on Jessica's face â" not the manic grin her sexual partners would see, but an expression of innocent amusement. Suddenly, Daniel felt like he could see the the perky, lovable girl he had been friends with so many years ago through the veil of the odd young woman sitting next to him. A strange stirring of emotion rushed through him, and he wished he could hug her tightly, console her over her loss, in spite of the horrible things he had seen her do and her grotesque body.

Both startled as they heard a rapping â" slow, insistent, forceful. Someone thumping the heel of their hand against a wooden door panel. Raising an eyebrow, Daniel looked over to Jessica.

"Do you expect someone?".

"No", Jessica replied icily, her face once more an inscrutable mask.

"Stay here, I'll look into this".

The rapping ceased for a few seconds, then resumed, while Jessica walked over to the entrance door without haste. Who dared to annoy her like this, interrupt the tête-à -tête with her rediscovered best friend? It couldn't be the landlord, she had payed him off for the the next months and made it clear the he shouldn't disturb them anymore, and none of her partners would have the gall to act so insouciantly towards their goddess. With a wordless swear on her lips, she opened the door.

The woman who stood before her was big in all aspects, towering over Jessica in heigh but more importantly in width and bulk, and while her breasts alone were impressively big, drooping low under their enormous weight, her lower body truly made her stand out. Pudgy and matronly in physique, she was broad-hipped to an almost cartoonish degree, with pillar-like thighs that turned her wide-cut jeans into tight coverings barely able to contain their massive contents. Age-wise, she must have been somewhere in her late thirties or early forties, and her blonde hair was styled into a lopsided bob. Once her eyes fell on Jessica, her fleshy face beamed a triumphant smile.

"What?", the girl hissed at the intruder.

"Finally", the woman said, her smile becoming a crazed grin, "Oh, finally, I've found you!".

"Who are you? Tell me what you want or leave me alone".

"Oh, you don't remember me?".

"No".

"I can't believe you've forgotten about your Aunty Elisabeth. We had so, so, so much fun together â" doesn't that ring a bell, pretty please?".

Jessica vaguely recalled having known someone who went by that name many years ago, but wasn't interested in pursuing the topic. She tried to close the door on her, but the older woman planted her foot on the threshold and pushed it fully open with her knee.

"Caleb's seven now, that's how long it's been since you left us. Can you imagine how I felt back then, six months pregnant and unable to tell anyone who the father is? But I pulled through, I worked hard, I raised him well. He's such a smart kid, and I love him above anything else in this world".

Jessica raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"I'm not mad at you for getting me pregnant, dear. I wanted it, God, I screamed for it. But then you just disappeared one day. Do you know what you did to me, Jessica? You turned me into an addict. Let me tell you, you're just as bad as heroin. I was sure I would lose my mind. I tried to find a replacement, but nothing comes even close to you. After a year or so, I thought I had gotten over it, but the memories kept coming back. Whenever I tried having sex with someone, it felt so awfully underwhelming, and I couldn't help but remember how it was when we together. Ever since, men seemed soâpathetic, and women were no better. A million of them don't amount to an hour with you, dear. God! They were totally useless to satisfy the desire â" oh, that crazy, burning desire â" that you've instilled in me. All I could do wasâreliving those days in fantasy, and using other methods to fill that hole, if you know what I mean".

"Well, tough luck, aunty. I'm leaving", Jessica said.

Blind anger distorted the blonde's face. Grunting harshly, she jumped over the doorstep and positioned herself before the girl like a bulwark of flesh and fat. She reached down, grabbed Jessica's left wrist with astonishing force, and pulled her closer to her own body.

"God, No! You're not leaving! I won't allow it! Not again!".

Seconds later, she broke into a loud cackle, echoing through the hallways like a madman's laughter in an asylum. Involuntarily coming into contact with the ultra-ample body, Jessica noticed the denim covering the insides of her massive thighs was darkened with hot wetness.

"You don't know what it's like, do you? No, of course not. You can walk down the street and pick up any useless whore you like. But IâI just can't do that. No one could ever replace you. I had to wait eight fucking years for this, and I'm not gonna back down now. I need it! I swear to God, I will make you make up for it, no matter what cost. You're not gonna leave until I allow you to fucking leave!".

Jessica, whose physical strength belied her girlish body, could have broken the older woman's grasp, and a few bones along with it if she wanted to. But the other's rambling had her stunned. Elizabeth, whom she now dimly remembered as one of her countless parters when she had first lived in Kingsport, was obviously insane. Whether she single-handedly transformed her from being a prudish woman into a lunatic sex-addict, or if her liaison was merely the straw that broke the camel's back, she could not tell, but the sight made her feel both pity and revulsion.

"Jessica? Is everything alright?", Daniel asked.

Rapidly, her ambivalent emotions crystallised into a single, overwhelming sense of anger. No one was allowed to talk to her like that, to shout at her like a scolding teacher, to command her around, to make accusations against her. And most importantly, the older woman had dared to separate her from Daniel just as they were mending ties, re-establishing her connection to the sole human being she truly cared about. Pitiful addict or not, Jessica had to punish her and ensure that she would never do such an inexcusable affront again.

There was, undeniably, a vindictive and cruel streak in Jessica's soul, and while the extreme roughness and disregard for their health she usually showed her partners might suggest otherwise, very few had the misfortune of experiencing this destructive side of her in its full breadth. Elizabeth had forfeit any chance at mercy or mitigation, had made herself liable for the most severe punishment. Jessica would her just what she wanted â" her full, undivided attention, but she would to make sure that this old whore would regret the day she mistreated her for the rest of her pathetic life.

"Alright", she stated in a clear, controlled tone that hid her anger well, "I'll do what you want. Go to the bedroom, and make sure you don't step on anyone on your way there".

Elizabeth squealed like a little girl, and practically lunged to the end of the hallway. But Jessica went in the other direction, where Daniel was still waiting, giving her an uncomprehending glance as she returned.

"Well, who was that?".

"An oldâacquaintance. Well, have you considered how we could get to Norwood?".

"Uhm, there is a bus, but it'll take almost four hours, driving through a bunch of towns before Norwood. The next one'll beâtomorrow at 8 o'clock, if I remember correctly".

"Good. Will you pick me up, then?".

"Oh, well, I mean, I'd have to make some arrangements firstâ"".

"Daniel, I think it's better if I don't stay here for too much longer".

He considered Jessica for a moment, surprised by her brashness. Twelve years, and now she didn't even want to wait another day.

"Uhm, alrightâif you say so".

Jessica thanked him with a soft smile, but then leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"I have toâlet's say, settle a score with that woman who just came in. Daniel, for your sake, I think it's better if you leave now. You don't need to witness this".

At the kitchen door, Jessica turned around to her stunned childhood friend and smiled abstractly.

"See you tomorrow, Danny. I'm looking forward to it".