Here I was, sweating again. The intro to some late night talk show had just rolled when Pam walked through the front doors of the gym and checked in. She smiled and waved at me from the counter, and I smiled and tipped my water bottle back at her as she walked into the dressing rooms. I was pedalling furiously on one of the stationary bikes and the eleven o’clock news had just finished its broadcast. I’d been watching on one of the televsion sets mounted to the ceiling in front of me, waiting for some word on the disappearance of three local women this last month, and for a mention of a trial date for accused rapist Marvin “Marv” Caruthers, an old art teacher of mine who had recently become internationally famous. The same weekend the three women went missing, Marv had tried to use that fame to rape my former sister-in-law. I just got back into town after my little trip with Laura (my ex-sister-in-law), maybe a week ago. The two of us had taken a weekend trip to a summer art festival, where Marv was the guest of honor. Truth be told, the only reason I went with her on the trip was to satisfy a long time urge to fuck her silly myself. And when I realized that probably wasn’t going to happen, I had to satisfy myself with attacking three women I knew, who were just down there to blow off some steam at their little annual reunion. I knew them from work - Jill, Linda and another Laura. Each of them were regular customers at one of my stores. They were all in their early forties and darn attractive. By the time we hooked up at a carnival beer garden, they were already drunk, hot and horny. And I was frustrated as hell at Laura and Marv, who were acting as if they’d arranged the weekend as a little get-together for themselves. So, after an uncomfortable dinner with Marv and Laura, we dropped Marv off in the hotel parking lot, and I walked Laura back to her room, expecting to get involved in a little hanky-panky. But she seemed to blow me off, and then I met Marv as he was sneaking up the stairs to Laura’s room with a bottle of wine and an amorous twinkle in his eyes. Instead of dumping Marv headfirst off the balcony, I decided to take my frustrations out on the three drunk ladies instead. I should stop right here and explain a couple things. A year or two ago I was wandering around in Laura’s home, peeking into her private life. At the time I was married to a woman named Jennifer - Laura’s sister-in-law. I was in the bathroom, busy taking a leak, when Laura walked in and proceded to strip naked, hop into the bathtub and masturbate, right in front of me. And she never knew I was in the room. I discovered something new about myself that afternoon, while I was jacking off into her bathwater. Later that night, Laura and her husband Ken (Jennifer’s brother) threw a house-warming party. Laura made a drunken pass at me, and I took a rain check in order to test out my new-found power on someone else. I ended up raping one of the party-goers, a woman named Lisa, in the same bathroom I’d watched Laura bathe in earlier that afternoon. I can’t tell you how much fun it was. I’ve always had a dark fantasy life, sexually speaking, but that was the first time I’d ever acted on any sort of impulse - with an unwilling partner. And that was the first time my power manifested itself in a really visible, in-your-face sort of way. An awakening in some respects. Along the way, I divorced Jennifer, picked up a few sex-slaves, and underwent some rather baffling physical changes. Suddenly, in my thirties, I’ve had a growth spurt of five or six inches (and not just to my height), lost some weight, grew back some hair, and now I feel better than I have since my early twenties. And I’ve slowly discovered more disturbing elements to my new-found abilities. I still have very little control over what happens with my power. But I do know that, generally speaking, its manifestations run hand-in-hand with whatever kind of sexual situation I find myself in. And more and more, the sex I like is brutal and twisted. I see a woman - literally, almost any woman, young or old - I see a fuck toy. Something to be used, and then thrown away. Case in point: the three ladies from the beer garden. When I left the hotel I wandered back to the carnival (which was closing for the night), and ran into a couple old cronies: two on-the-lam hispanics named Jose and Freddy, who had raped an old sexpot waitress with me the night I took my first slave. They were working as carnies now, and we talked about my plans for the evening. And they were interested in joining in on my night of fun. Just a few minutes later I met up with the ladies, who had sobered up a bit, and they took me back to their little rented bungalow. The night didn’t turn out to be quite what they expected. I fucked them, and then tied them up like presents on Christmas morning for the festivities to follow. My two buddies and about thirty of their greasy, horny, ex-con co-workers followed us to the bungalow and rang the doorbell just as I was blowing my load into Jill. Tonight on the news the ladies were officially declared as missing persons. The police presume foul play, but currently have few leads and no suspects. Poor ladies. Their families look so sad. I’ve been thinking about them. Their families. I’ll get around to...comforting...Jill’s teenage daughters sometime soon. Maybe in the fall, when they go back to school. Catholic schoolgirls. Yummy. And I can’t forget poor Marv. Marv, Marv, Marv. The fact that he’s going to prison for just trying to bone Laura (well, and attacking umpteen other women, one of whom he drugged and raped after fucking up with Laura) - when I committed a much, much worse crime - should bother me, I think. But it doesn’t. The fact that I didn’t get to screw Laura - my fucking sister-in-law! - again bugs me more. Strange. Which is why I’m here at the gym, sweating and wondering about the deviant change to my nature, instead of being home and asleep in my nice, cool, air-conditioned bedroom, or home, busy fucking one of my three live-in slaves in the ass. There I go again. Now, see, this is what I’m talking about. Not a thought runs through my head these days without turning foul and crass. “Hi Matt.” Pam startled me. I was so lost in thought, I hadn’t seen her walk out of the dressing rooms. “Hey there.” She smiled down at me and pointed to the treadmill next to my bike. “Mind if I join you?” she asked. Other than the savagely tan, super-fit employee manning the counter, the gym was pretty empty. In a room behind us, a couple guys were on the basketball court shooting hoops, playing one-on-one, there was one other guy using the bikes in the aerobic area, and a handful of serious steroid freaks in the weight room. So Pam could use any one of a dozen vacant treadmills. I grinned and shrugged. “Sure.” Pam stepped onto the treadmill and started it up. She’d changed into a pair of black and yellow lycra running shorts and a matching sport bra, and her running shoes looked brand new. The treadmill was on my right. Pam jogged in place just in front of me. The recumbant bike I was riding was low and parallel to the floor, so I had a nice view of her ass as she ran. She was in her mid-to-late forties and was darn attractive. At some point, I’d developed an irresistable urge to fuck older women. Pam was just at my perfect age. I knew her because she used to work for my company, although she’d already turned in her notice and quit right before I took over ownership. But she and her family - her husband and three daughters - were still regular customers of mine. Like the three ladies I’d fucked at the carnival. Pam had really short, frosted blonde hair, nice green eyes, and a warm smile with full lips and even, white teeth. She wore little gold hoop earrings that bounced around as she ran. She wasn’t in bad shape at all - a little poochy in the lower stomach, a little thick in the legs, maybe. But she looked pretty damn good for an older bitch who’d spit out three kids. In fact, her body reminded me a lot of Laura’s: big - no, make that huge - tits, with a little waist that curved into nice wide hips and a big, juicy ass. From where I sat, I couldn’t see any stretch marks on her stomach or her back. BIG plus. My penis thought so too, and started crawling out of the top of my sweats. Here we go, I thought. And then my dick took over. A very clear image popped into my head as I watched Pam’s tits bounce up and down; of me yanking down her shorts, bending her roughly over the treadmill control panel and shoving my dick in her ass as hard as I could. No sooner had the thought entered my head when Pam moaned and stumbled on the treadmill. She grabbed the crossbar in front of her and got her rhythm back, then her head whipped around in my direction. I was busy watching some stupid woman on television, eating pie without using her hands, trying to win a mug with a picture of the shows’ host on it. I looked over at Pam and gave her a dazzling smile, and she shook her head and smiled back at me. I returned my attention to the show, but caught Pam staring at my crotch before she turned around again. When the clock on the bike told me I’d been pedalling for an hour, I stood up and decided to hit the free weights. “Have fun,” I told Pam as I wobbled by and patted her hand. She gave me a weak grin and nodded. I was going to work on my legs, but after seeing Pam I changed my mind. I still wanted to get a good workout but my legs were already rubbery from the bike, and I wanted to be able to stand and move around without feeling like I was going to keel over later. So I stretched a bit, then decided to work my chest instead. I could feel her eyes on me as I piled weights onto a bar and started to bench press. The little fantasies came in spurts as I worked out. I was almost done with my bench sets and was now fantasizing about Pam sitting on top of me - naked except for her bra, which had been pulled down under her breasts - and she was riding me hard. In my fantasy everything was dark, but I could see the ceiling of a room above us. Pam’s eyes were closed tight and she had a look of utter terror mixed with intense lust on her face. Her hands were braced on my chest, and she licked her lips with quick flicks of her tongue as she ground her pussy around on my dick. I slapped her cheek and she stopped moving suddenly, moaned, and her head snapped back. I swore I could feel her fingernails digging into my chest, her warm pussy clamping around my dick, and a sloppy, wet jet of her cum squirting over my crotch as she rode an intense orgasm. Across the room, Pam cried out. It was a long, low moan - just like in my fantasy. She fell off the treadmill and sat, stunned, for a second. Then she jumped up and bolted for the dressing rooms as I plopped my weights back into the racks with a clank. One of the steroid-freaks, busy posing in the mirrors close by me, grunted. “Stupid bitch. Probably forgot to shove a tampon in her snatch before she came out.” He went back to his private pose-off, tensing his calves over and over. I laughed at his funny ha-ha, massaged my triceps, then grabbed a pair of dumbells and started work on my delts. With Pam gone, the rest of my workout went pretty quickly. No more fantasies. I hadn’t seen her leave yet, so she might still be around. I thought about waiting for her for a few minutes, but then I smelled my armpits and said fuck it. I wanted a shower. So I wandered into the mens dressing rooms, only to find the showers roped off for cleaning. Some tiny asian guy waved me away and yelled “Twenty minutes!” over the deafening roar pouring out of his Walkman’s headphones. “Dammit,” I muttered, and made a bee-line for my locker. No way was I going to sit in my soaking-wet sweats for another twenty minutes. One of my slaves - Shelly - was home tonight. If I left now I could make it home in half that time and enjoy a nice blow-job from Shelly while I showered. So I popped my lock, grabbed my bag and my keys, and marched out into the lobby. I looked around for Pam, kind of hoping I might not have missed her. Steroid boy was in the back of the gym with a spotter, doing set-after-set of squats with about five hundred pounds bent over his shoulders. But that was it. No Pam. “Are you looking for somebody?” The hardbody at the counter gave me a big, toothy smile as she pulled her hair into a long ponytail. She was cute, with the long, lanky body of a runner. I gave her a smile back. “Yeah, I guess. My friend - the woman who was on the treadmill a bit ago? I just wanted to make sure she was okay.” She nodded. “Oh, right. Pam.” She pointed to the doors. “You just missed her.” I left the gym and beeped my keypad, unlocking my BMW, when somebody behind me cleared their throat. I spun around and found Pam grinning sheepishly at me, showered and dressed in a white t-shirt, tan walking shorts and brown leather sandals. A big bag was slung over one shoulder. “Hi.” I grinned. She glanced at the ground and shuffled her feet. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you, I, uh...” I tried to catch her eye. “Are you okay?” I asked. “You kinda ran out of the gym like you just ate at Taco Bell and had to run for the border.” She looked up at me like I was an idiot. So much for a stab at juvenile humor. “I just got a little...dizzy.” She closed her eyes and ran her hands through her damp hair. I used the opportunity to stare at her boobs. I spied a nice, flowery white bra underneath the thin cotton of her t-shirt. I managed to avert my eyes when she sighed and opened hers. “I was hoping you wouldn’t mind giving me a ride home.” That took me by surprise. “Seriously?” She blinked and nodded her head a little, and said, “Um. Yes?” “Didn’t you drive here?” She laughed. Finally. I didn’t mind, even if I had to play stupid to get it. It was a nice, hearty laugh, and it made her boobs bounce a little. I had trouble pretending not to notice. “No, no. I walked.” “Walked to the gym.” “Yep.” “I’ve never heard of such a thing.” She laughed again. “It’s true.” “Will wonders never cease.” She looked around at the deserted parking lot. The gym was located in a strip mall that was nestled into a little business district at least a mile or so away from the closest homes. If Pam lived anywhere near me, she was looking at long walk home, alone, late at night. Kinda scary. My heart went out to her. Maybe I should give her a ride home, I thought. I haven’t had any excitement for a while. The familiar buzzing at the back of my neck started just before I replied, and I felt my power flow out of me, into Pam. She shivered and rubbed her arms. I could see the goosepimples popping up on her forearms. “Tell you what, Pam,” I said. “I’ll give you a ride if you strip down to your underwear and suck my dick on the way.” Her mouth popped open and she blinked at me in surprise. I opened the door to the back seat of my car and tossed my gymbag inside. “Excuse me? What...what did you say to me?” I looked at her like I had no idea what she was talking about. Pure innocence. “What do you mean?” Her mouth moved a little before she answered. “I... I could’ve sworn you asked me to...” She shook her head again and opened the passenger door. She sat down, and I slipped inside next to her and started the car. “Nevermind,” she smiled like it was no big deal. “I appreciate the ride.” The stereo turned on and Pam clicked her seat belt in place and primly crossed her legs. I turned the volume down so we could just hear the music and pulled out of the parking lot. Pam looked uncomfortable, like she’d just made a big mistake. She had no idea. “Which way am I going?” I asked. “Oh...uh, right,” she pointed to a stoplight down the street. “Sorry. Then a left at the light.” “Would it be easier to take the freeway?” I pointed at the freeway sign mounted up by the streetlights. “We could jump on the entrance down by the train tracks. The next exit lets us off right by my store.” I glanced over at her. “That’s pretty close to your house, isn’t it?” She nodded at me. “I suppose, if you want to.” Oh boy. The cold shoulder. This could be a long ride, if she decided not to talk. So I asked about her daughters, and after a few friendly questions, she warmed right up again. Pam told me that her oldest daughter, Kim, was getting married in a week and she was completely stressed out. Which is why she’d come to the gym tonight; to burn off some of that pent-up anxiety. “And besides,” she admitted, sheepishly, “I want to fit in my new dress.” I gave her a quick smile, careful to look her right in the eyes. “You don’t need to worry about that. I think you look great.” She blushed and turned away, but I could see her reflection in the window. For my efforts, I just got a BIG grin. With a little more prodding, Pam got so busy telling me about all the wedding arrangements and the problems they’d been having that she didn’t notice when I turned off the main road leading to the freeway ramp, and instead followed an old, bumpy road down to an old, abandoned warehouse, hidden from view by a thirty-foot concrete wall on one side of the freeway, and three hundred yards of overgrown trees and brush on the other. She stopped talking and held on for dear life when we hit the gravel road that ran around the warehouse. The car started bouncing like a ping-pong ball. I managed to drive around to the loading dock without snapping an axle, then I stopped the car and killed the engine. “Wh-why are we here?” Pam looked around wide-eyed, one hand braced on the car console, the other wrapped tightly around the ‘oh-shit’ handle above her window. The warehouse belonged to one of my slaves. She inherited it from her father after he and her brother died in a car ‘accident’. A friend of mine had recently been using it to film illegal porn, but I knew nobody would be around tonight and the location was private as you could get in the middle of the city, so I figured we wouldn’t be distrurbed. I didn’t have any solid plans for the rest of the night, but I was pretty sure at this point that Pam wasn’t going to make it home anytime soon. So here we were. Outside, it was nice and dark. The roar of the freeway just a few hundred feet away drowned out any sounds we - she - might make. Time was waistin’, and my dick was screaming at me to get on with the action. So I popped our seatbelts. Pam flinched as hers whipped by her head and smacked into the window. I let my power juice up, just a tiny bit. I wanted her to be aware and scared of what was happening, but I didn’t want much of a fight from her tonight, either. “I told you I’d give you a ride as long as you stripped down to your skivvies and sucked my dick. I kept my part of the deal - now it’s time to keep yours.” I scootched up against the back of my seat and slipped my sweats and my underpants down around my knees. Pam backed as far into her seat as she could, quick, both of her hands up, waving around like she was trying to ward me off. “Oh...God. Matt, please, put your pants... back... on...” My dick had been at half-mast since we left the parking lot, and now it fell out of my pants and onto my leg with a meaty slap. She got one look at my cock and her hand flew to her mouth. It wasn’t even close to being erect yet, but it was still almost as long as her forearm, and easily as thick. “Go ahead, touch it.” She shook her head frantically, holding out her hand as if to ward my penis away. I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her closer to me, then wrapped her hand around my cock. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head, but her fingers clamped tight around me. I moved her arm back and forth slowly, making her stroke me. She tried to beg. “Matt, please...” So I hit her. Her head snapped back, but she kept her grip on my dick. “Good girl. Now take off your fucking shirt,” I hissed. “And don’t you dare let go of my cock, or I’ll hit you again. Do you understand me?” Pam nodded, sniffling back tears. She hunched over and used one hand to pull off her t-shirt, until it hung around her other wrist. “Now your shorts. Sandals, too.” She kept her face averted and struggled a little, but managed to unbutton her shorts and kick them off. She hooked her sandals with her toes, and then she was just how I wanted her. “Sit up straight,” I ordered. I pulled the straps of her bra down over her shoulders until the flowery cups fell down just under her round, pink nipples. Wow. My dick shot straight out at her. She jumped a little, and looked down at it despite herself. “Hold it up with both hands. Look at it.” She had to lean over the gearshift to do it, and I spread my legs to help. “Grab it right at the base. Yeah. That’s a good bitch.” Pam had both her hands wrapped around my cock, pointing it straight at her face. The tip of my dick rubbed her neck, right under her chin. She tried to hold her breath and keep her head up. She looked like a drowning woman, trying to keep her head above water. I laughed at her and smacked her face again. “Mouth it. I want to feel it go all the way down. I want to see it bulging in your throat.” She started shaking her head, sputtering that it was too big. So I hit her again, harder. Blood trickled down her chin from her cut lip. I grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her to look at me. “You never, never say no to me again, you fucking bitch. Do you understand me?” I shook her hard enough to make her cry. “From now on, you do whatever I tell you, or you’re a dead bitch.” “Oh-h-h-h Go-o-o-d-dd! Please...!” “You think I’m kidding? Think about it. How easy was it for me to get you here? How easy was it for me to make you take off your clothes? Huh, bitch?” I shook her until her tits jiggled. “Now open your mouth and suck my fucking dick!” I rammed her face down on my cock. She screamed and gurgled, then I pulled her back up by her hair and rammed her head back down, once, twice, three times, until she was kicking and frantically grabbing at my arm. I held her there, enjoying the warm, comfortable feeling of her mouth on me, her neck constricting around my penis. I counted to twenty, slowly, then let her up for air. Pam coughed and spit, gagging and gasping for breath. “Can you suck me like a big girl now?” I asked, not unreasonably. She nodded, wiping off the thick, wet cobwebs of spit dangling from her chin. “Oh-okay. Okay. Please don’t do that again, Matt. Please.” I pointed and gave her head a little shove back in the direction of my penis. “Suck. It. Good.” She paled a little more and braced herself with her hands on my legs. “I want the best fucking blowjob you’ve ever given anyone. Ever. And you better not stop unless I tell you. Understand?” “I... I understand.” Pam bent over, took a deep breath, and for the next five minutes, I was in heaven. She cupped my balls with one hand, and while she worked me, I leaned my seat back and relaxed, letting my right arm drape over her body. I gently stroked her back, her neck, her hair. She jumped and gave a little moan when I slipped my hand down her panties and started to play with her pussy. After a minute or two she relaxed and a warm, wet little trickle seeped out of her pussy, around my fingers and into her panties. Her head was moving slowly all the way down my knob, and I could hear her gag as she hit bottom, and I could feel her tongue licking and lapping on her way back up. Then she’d pause at the top, sucking and slurping on the head of my dick, using her free hand to jack me off while she would gently squeeze my balls or tickle my ass with her fingers, and back down she’d go. I was ready to cum. But I didn’t want to do it while she was blowing me. I’d already decided that I wanted to roll her over, face first, on the car seat, then spread her legs and cum in her ass. I was just about to push her over when I heard the loud ‘Whoop! Whoop!’ of the police siren, and saw the swirling red and blue lights flashing in my rearview mirror. “Holy crap.” Then someone rapped hard on the window, and a flashlight beamed in on my face, startling me. My heart almost stopped dead. I didn’t know what to expect, so I let a flood of power build up and flow out of me, letting it wash away in a large circle. I took a deep breath and rolled down the window. “Uh. Excuse me sir, but did you know this is private property? You’re not supposed to be here.” The flashlight beam moved out of my eyes, so I could see. The cop staring sternly down at me was pretty, and young. The girl couldn’t have been over twenty; really, she looked like she was sixteen and just off the high school softball field. Then she shifted the light again and noticed Pam, staring up at her with a bloody, spit and tear-streaked face, her hands still wrapped around my cock. I smiled, but the girl-cop backed up a step and pulled her gun. Crap. The little bitch just pulled a fucking gun on me! So much for talking my way out of this one. This wasn’t going to be pleasant. “Sir, please step out of the car.” “Officer, I...” I mumbled. “Out-of-the-car.” She tried to make it sound threatening, but her voice squeaked and her hands shook. That, and the fact that she was about five feet tall kinda ruined the Dirty Harry effect. “Keep your hands up.” I carefully opened the door and eased outside. When I stood up, my sweats fell down to my ankles, and my dick practically reached out and tried to poke the cop in her belly. Her eyes popped open, and she whispered, “Holy shit!” Her eyes held on my dick for second, then flickered to Pam, and finally back to me. “Is it okay if I pull up my pants?” I asked. Her voice shook as she levelled her pistol at me. “Just turn around and put your hands on the roof of the car!” This was not my night. I sighed and turned around. “Okay,” I said and plopped my hands on the edge of my car roof. “Don’t move,” she warned me, and I heard the snap of a button, the creak of stiff leather, and the jangle of handcuffs. I felt the rough material of her uniform rub against my outstretched ass as she reached for my wrist. I was a good foot and a half taller than her, and I figured that I was feeling her stomach rubbing on my butt. Awkward for me, but just as bad for her. I wanted to get out of this situation without giving her a chance to get those handcuffs on me. Now or never, I thought, and spun on her with my elbows swinging. I had judged the level of her head just right, and my aim was right on. She was off balance enough that when my elbow hit her hard on the temple, she dropped flat on her back onto the sharp gravel. She grunted and her gun flew out of her hand and skidded off towards her cruiser, stopping seven or eight feet away. A bad night for her too, full of stupid mistakes. And then she made another. With my pants down, she had me at a disadvantage. But instead of trying to put some distance between us and mace me, she rolled over onto her stomach and went for her weapon. Really bad move. I took one hop and landed on her back. I heard the breath whoosh out of her, and then I had her pinned. I wrenched the handcuffs away from her, and a second later both of her arms were locked tight behind her back. “Stupid fucking bitch!” I screamed into her ear. She was scared stiff, but she tried to put on a good front. “Let me up, or...Ugnpgh!” “Shut the fuck up.” I ground her face into the rock and dirt. She cried out and fought, twisting and kicking, but I had all my weight resting on the small of her back, and without her hands to help, she had nowhere to go. She had a speaker for two-way walkie-talkie hooked to her uniform. I ripped it off and threw it into the bushes, then stood and pulled up my sweats while she squirmed around. “Oh God...don’t...you’re making a huge mistake! My...my backup’ll be here any second, and...” Fuck. That was something I hadn’t thought about. Unbelievable. My adrenaline high suddenly took a bad turn. I was wound as tight as a drum, and had to take a couple deep breaths to calm myself down. It really didn’t matter, even if there were a hundred more cops heading this way, but I wasn’t thinking clearly at all. My power already seemed to be in overdrive, but now it kicked into another gear. Suddenly the world spun around me, and then I popped into her head. I could feel her panic, her pain, and her realization that she’d really, really screwed up. And I knew she was bluffing. “You never called for any backup, you stupid twat.” I spat. “You just thought you found a couple little teenagers necking in mom’s car and decided to have a little fun without telling anyone.” “What... How did you... How did you know...?” “Not a real smart girl, are you?” I growled. “What’s your name?” “Off-Officer Griggs.” I shook and smacked her until she squeaked. “Your first name!” “S-Stop! Please! Cheryl! My name’s Cheryl!” “Cheryl. That’s a good little bitch. Now, let’s see you in the light.” She wore her blonde hair in a ponytail. I wrapped it in my hand and dragged her, kicking and screaming, over to her police cruiser. On the way, I kicked her gun off into the bushes with her walkie-talkie, and then I threw her face-down onto her cruiser, pounding her face into the hood until her knees buckled and the fight went out of her. “This is definitely not going to be your day, Cheryl.” I said as she lay, crumpled, on the hood. I unbuckled her gunbelt, then hucked it away too. No sense in taking any chances that she might realize she could still grab some mace. Or anything else she could use as a weapon, for that matter. One belt down, one more to go. A heavy leather belt held up her trousers, and I unbuckled that, then unsnapped and unzipped her dark blue pants and let the weight of the belt drag them down to her ankles. I stepped back to have a better look. Lord, she was thick. I had a sneaking suspicion that I was probably right about the softball, too. Her ass was wide and round and her legs were well-muscled, and she was wearing a pair of plain, black cotton panties. So, so not-sexy. Just more proof that real life wasn’t like Penthouse Forum. I flipped her over and she moaned, blinded by the glare from her cruisers’ blinking lights. My dick wanted me to see her tits, but her uniform and body armor hid her womanly treasures, so I yanked open her shirt. Her body armor was a one-piece vest, pulled over her head and velcroed together under her armpits. I ripped apart the velcro and eased the vest off over her head, pulling her upper body forward as it slipped off. Cheryl fell back onto the hood of the car and her shirt flopped open, giving me my first good look at her whole body. After finding the dull panties, I half expected to find either a woman’s undershirt or a plain, funtional bra. Maybe a sports bra. Certainly nothing arousing. But Cheryl surprised me, treating me to a sweet, lacy black bra - with a tiny pink flower sewn onto the spot just between the flowery cups that supported a nice, full pair of tits. I wedged myself between her knees and forced her legs open. “Wh-what are you going to do?” She whined. I considered. “Do you have a boyfriend, Cheryl?” She bit her lip and shook her head. “Girlfriend?” She closed her eyes and turned away from me. I slapped her lightly and asked again. “Cheryl, look at me when I’m talking to you.” SLAP! “I asked you a simple question. Do (slap) you (slap) have (slap) a (slap) girlfriend?” That got her attention. She opened her eyes, focused on some point over my shoulder and nodded. “Please stop. Please...” “Is she a cop too?” She nodded again. I kept my hand at her eye-level. “You ever suck dick?” She blinked and her lip trembled. I raised my hand and she nodded again. “You ever fuck a guy?” She squeezed her eyes shut. SLAP! “Agh...Nnnnooo! No!” “Really?” I asked. She started to cry. Quietly, but with big, wet tears rolling down her bruised, bloody cheek. “Cheryl, are you a virgin?” A BIG SOB this time. “Yes.” She whispered. “But you’ve given blowjobs?” “YES! YES! YES!” She flipped out, started screaming and kicking and thrashing around. “Goddamnyoumotherfucker, LET-ME-GO!” I grabbed her around her neck and squeezed until she stopped kicking and her eyes rolled around in her head. “Wow,” I said. “A dyke cop that sucks cock. This I’ve got to see.” I looked over my shoulder. Pam was still sitting in my car, scared to death, watching us through the back window. “Pam!” She jumped when I shouted her name. “Get out here! Now!” Pam walked over to us, still just wearing her undies, treading carefully on the rocks. I shook Cheryl, just enough to get her attention. “Where’s your nightstick?” Her eyes were wide with panic. “In...in the car. In the front seat.” I looked back at Pam, standing there in her underwear. My dick throbbed, and I jerked my head at the cruiser. “Get it. Quick.” While Pam rooted around in the car, I ripped off Cheryl’s ugly fucking panties. Her pussy hair was so light, at first I thought it was shaved to the skin. A quick feel, however, reavealed a nice, soft, trimmed bush. I gripped my dick and rubbed the head over her pubic hair, and then up and down her pussy lips. She groaned as I pushed, and her body tensed as I forced an inch or so of my dick into her cunt. “Nice and tight,” I whispered, and her hips bucked against me. She tried to squirm away, but her feet were tangled in her pants. She was so short her legs just dangled over the edge of the car, and she couldn’t get any leverage. Her heavy shoes just bounced off the fender as she kicked and squirmed. “I found it!” Pam eased her way back around to the front of the car, holding a gleaming black billy club, about a foot long and and inch or so thick. Perfect. Time to fuck. “What do you want me to do...with...it? Pam stopped and stared at my dick, the tip just wedged into the lesbo-girl-cops virgin pussy. Her hand flew to her mouth, and she murmured, “Oh, JesusGodAlmighty.” “Climb up on the hood with her and shove it in her mouth. Cheryl’s gonna show us how a lesbian sucks dick.” I looked at the terrified girl squirming under me, and my vision blurred. Pam shook her head. “Matt, please don’t do this. This is so wrong...” Something was happening to me. My entire body suddenly felt like it was on fire. “Get on the fucking car!” I growled. In my ears my voice sounded like metal scraping metal. Pam cried out and jumped up onto the car, whimpering, trying not to touch me. “Shove it in her mouth!” She tried to do it gently, but Cheryl had her mouth squeezed shut and was shaking her head frantically from side to side. A blood-red haze flooded through my brain, and I wrapped both of my hands around Cheryl’s neck and choked her until her body was bucking wildly under me and her eyes popped wide open. But her mouth stayed shut. “Matt, please! She can’t breathe!” Pam was screaming at me, wild-eyed, but held the club steady over Cheryl’s face. “Good.” I growled, and thrust my hips forward as hard as I could. A heart-wrenching cry filled the air as I ripped into Cheryl’s tight pussy. Her eyes bulged and her back arched, pushing her stomach and chest against mine. Her mouth worked, finally opening as Cheryl desperately tried to draw air. “There! Shove it in!” Pam slipped the round, black tip of the club into Cheryl’s mouth, and I pulled my dick out a few inches and pounded into her again. She bit down hard with the pain, and her teeth crunched through the varnish of the wood club. She tried to scream again, but managed just a choking wheeze. “Now fuck her face with it.” “Matt...” “DO IT!” I screamed. Pam shrank away from me, but began pumping the club up and down, like a plunger. Cheryl started to spasm and buck, forcing me deeper into her pussy. I stopped choking her and bit down on a soft, pink nipple instead. It hardened in my mouth as I sucked on it, flicking it with my tongue. I grabbed her other breast with my hand and squeezed, and I heard her draw a strangled breath when Pam lifted the club, and then came a gurgling groan as it was pushed back into her throat. “Harder! HARDER!” Pam was crying hysterically now, her huge jugs bouncing in her bra as she pumped the club up and down, in and out. Cheryl gagged and choked and her eyes bulged with fear, her body thrashing around madly underneath me. I chewed on her nice, juicy tits, held on and enjoyed the ride. After a few minutes, Cheryl’s thrashing had died down to little, jerky twitches, and soon she went limp. Pam kept slamming the club in and out, and I started fucking the unconscious girl. Just a few minutes later I came so hard I thought my balls exploded. I heard a loud, primal scream, an awful sound that emanated from somewhere deep in my body, and I passed out. I woke to find myself lying on the ground with my head cradled in Pam’s lap, her arms wrapped tightly around me. She was sobbing my name, rocking me, pleading with me to wake up, to be okay, not to be dead. The anger - the bloody, violent rage that had engulfed me after the cop pulled her gun on me was receding, but it took all my willpower to just reach out and stroke her cheek. I had another flash of her, looking radiant, dressed in a white and violet gown, bent over a wooden chapel pew. I was wearing a black suit and my pants were down, and I was busy fucking the hell out of her ass. She was gasping little, soft cries as my hands pulled the top of her dress down over those fucking huge, beautiful tits, and we were surrounded by other people, all in various stages of undress, fucking like dogs in heat. Pam jerked back, breathing heavily. I tried to sit up, and almost went under again. I got my elbows under me and waited until my vision cleared again. When it did, I saw Cheryl, slumped on the ground by her cruiser, her eyes open and vacant, staring blankly up at the night sky. “I...I think I killed her,” Pam whispered, and buried her face in my chest. Killed...her. Cheryl wasn’t the first woman I’d condemned to death after the power started to take control of me, but she was the first I’d actually been fucking when it happened. My vision blurred again. Pam’s body touching mine had started the burning sensation, back in the pit of my stomach. I couln’t take my eyes off the still, quiet body lying just a few feet away. I felt the blood pumping back through my penis, and some sick, dirty part of me wondered what it would be like to crawl over there, roll Cheryl over and shove my dick into her unresisting ass, and fuck her. “Matt, we’ve got to get out of here!” Pam begged. “Please!” I nodded, and she helped me to my feet. I had a brief, dazed thought about how this was a crime scene, and that I should probably try to clean my prints off of her car and the other stuff that you always see movies. But the dark voice in my head laughed happily and told me not to worry. No one would ever know, it said confidently. And as the air around us grew sharp with static electricity, I believed. I drove Pam home. She sat quietly, staring out the passenger window, still wearing nothing but her underwear. I’d pulled my sweats back up, but had taken off my t-shirt, which had blood spattered across it. Pam said it had spurted out of Cheryl’s mouth while she was fucking her with the club. Taking a last look at Cheryl’s face, I didn’t argue. After I passed out, she’d continued to pummel Cheryl with the billy club, until she realized she was probably dead. I’d been unconscious for about ten minutes before she stopped and let Cheryl crumple to the ground. When Pam realized she was really dead, she tried to wake me up. She didn’t say much on the way back to her house. I had to ask her for her address and find her place without her help. When I pulled up in front of her well-kept, two-story victorian, she just stared out the window until I got out of the car, opened her door and walked her to her porch, carrying her bag with her clothes inside. There were three cars parked in the driveway, but except for the porchlight, the house was dark. Her hand shook as she stuck her key in the lock, and when the door opened, the dark, twisted part of me took over again, and I followed her inside. She twisted around as I reached for her, and dropped her bag. “Matt? Wha...?” I pulled her close and kissed her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She tried to push me away, but I held her by the waist. “No! No!” She whispered. “My husband’s here! I...” Ignoring her, I wrapped my hand in the band of her underpants and pulled. It snapped and I tossed the remains into the dark room and pulled down my sweats. I kissed her again as my dick pressed into her belly, and I pulled her down on top of me. “Matt, my family, please don’t...” I laid on my back and settled her over my hips. Her pussy rubbed against my dick and she moaned a little, shaking her head. I relaxed and let the control of my power disappear. The room spun, and I arched my back, slipping my cock into her. She braced herself, her hands against my chest, and let herself slowly slide down my shaft. Her body trembled a little as she settled down on me, and she licked her lips. Her pussy was already soaking wet. “Fuck me Pam.” “God, please, don’t...” “Fuck me, like you imagined you where when we were at the gym.” Her hips began a slow, grinding circle. She was panting a little, and she closed her eyes and her fingers clenced my chest. I reached up and slipped my fingers into her mouth and she sucked on them, moaning a little. “How did you...?” I felt the first clench of her pussy muscles, and the first little flood of her juice on my legs as she warmed up, and her grinding circle became a slow, rhythmic bounce. “Because right now, I’m God.” She closed her eyes and I squeezed her tits as she rode me, her head thrown back, her arms quivering, and then she was cumming, her butt bouncing wildly, slapping my legs and her fingernails digging into my chest. “Matt, oh God, Matt oh God, Matt...” she chanted, quietly. She stopped suddenly, tensing, then her body jerked once, hard, and a river of warm fluid ran over my legs as she came. She collapsed in a heap on top of me, weeping. She wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled my neck as I continued to slowly fuck her. “Oh God, I can’t believe this...” she sobbed into my neck. “I... love... uh...uh... my husband, and my... uh...uh...uh... my girls are... uh... asleep... mmmMMnnnggh...” I hate a crying woman. Usually. “Pam?” “Uh... uh... W-What?” I liked the way she felt against me, warm and soft. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her ass. “Are all your kids here tonight?” She shook her head, and gulped a breath of air. “Nuh- No... no. Kim’s got her own a... a... apartment...” Shit. I was kinda hoping to fuck them all tonight. Now I had to change my plans. Then a thought occurred to me. “I want an invitation to your daughters wedding.” She raised up a little, looking at me oddly. “Why?” I grinned and smacked her ass. “You’ll see.” I grinned. “I’ll even dress up. What are you going to wear?” She settled back down on her elbows, her face hovering just above mine. She was having trouble concentrating; her nipples brushed my chest with each of my thrusts and her breath was coming in sharp little gasps. “A...a white dress w-with vi-violet t-t-trim...” “Wear a garter belt and stockings too. Okay?” “Wh-why?” I grinned and squeezed her ass harder. “Because I said so.” I licked her neck and she groaned. “And no panties.” When I pulled her against me again, I felt her pussy loosen around my dick and then clamp back down. It spasmed, like she was trying to push me out, and she collapsed on me, tangling her fingers in my hair and kissing me. Her little tongue flicked into my mouth and I sucked and nibbled on it as another warm, wet flood spurted from her cunt and trickled down my hips. I let her ride out her orgasm, and when she finished I rolled on top of her and hooked my arms under her legs. She wrapped them around my neck and pulled my face down to hers. “That goes for your girls, too.” I whispered and let my weight rest on her. “M-My girls?” she moaned. I laughed. “Yep. And,” I added, “I want a seat right behind you.” And then I bit her neck, squeezed her tits and let my cock take over. On general principle, I really don’t like weddings. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve hated going to church. Hard benches, nothing to do but listen to sermons so boring you can’t even fall asleep, and enough nasty old-lady perfume floating around in the air to make your nose bleed. Those same old ladies - wearing their big hats so you couldn’t see anything good anyway - turning and ‘shushing’ you every time you sneezed because of their nasty perfume. Yuck. Forget it. Although, come to think of it, that might be were I developed my older-woman fixation. All those matrons, dressed up in their Sunday best, passing me around from bosom to bosom, hugging me and pinching my cheek, giggling and telling my parents what a sweet boy I was while I felt them up. The good old days. Anyway. I should’ve known my marriage was doomed. Especially when Jennifer nixed my idea to invite a few friends and our close family and get married on the beach, and insisted instead on having a traditional Catholic wedding with a bunch of jerk-offs neither of us even knew. Reminded me a lot of this one. The church was crammed full with a hundred or so guests, and we were all impatiently waiting for the show to get on the road. The groom fidgeted and adjusted his bowtie for the umpteenth time, whispering something to his best man, who grinned and watched as the priest smoothed back his comb-over. I picked out Pams two younger daughters, Jenny and Katie, among the brides-maids, blushing prettily in their dresses, playing with their bouqets and smiling nervously out at the crowd. I was decked out in my new black suit, uncomfortably squeezed into one of those wooden pews right behind Pam, along with several of their closest, nasty-perfume wearing friends. The youngest of the ladies - an attractive, fifty-something, plumper version of Pam - who was wearing a low-cut white satin dress with matching gloves and hat, reached over and patted my knee. A strange bolt of pleasure shot up my leg as the feather in her hat tickled my nose. What the fuck, I thought to myself. No time like the present. I’d held my power in check all morning, waiting for the bride-to-be to start her walk up the aisle. No real reason to wait any longer, I thought, and I let the floodgates down. The tingling started at the back of my neck, and I felt the power flow from me, quickly radiating outward in a circle, like a ripple in a pond. The room warmed up considerably, even with the air-conditioning going full blast. The women around me started fanning themselves, their cheeks suddenly turning bright pink. A chorus of throat-clearing filled the air as men loosened their ties and unbuttoned starched collars. Teenagers wiggled in their seats and licked beads of perspiration from their lips; their already over-loaded hormones kicking into high gear. The air turned static, and parents tried to quiet giggling children who squealed happily as they playfully zapped each other with their fingers. The woman patting my knee took a deep breath, let her hand rest on my thigh and leaned over, flashing her ample cleavage. “How do you know the family, dear?” She smiled and her eyes twinkled. “Are you an old boyfriend of Kim’s?” I cleared my throat. “Oh, no. I’ve known the family for... Well, quite a while.” I gave the gloved hand resting on my knee a little squeeze. “I’m Matt.” “Hi Matt. I’m Sarah, Pam’s sister.” She locked her fingers in mine and shifted my hand into her lap. “Are you here all alone?” I nodded. “No. I don’t believe it.” “It’s true. Crazy as it seems, I came all by myself.” Sarah snuggled closer, and her hips bumped into my leg. She wrapped my hand in both of hers and sighed. “Your wife couln’t come today?” “I’m not married.” Not anymore, anyway. “How about you?” She smiled. “I am...not. No, I prefer the single life. Keeps me feeling young.” Sarah leaned against me, and my arm rested against her breast. She sighed and adjuted my hand, then whispered conspiritorally in my ear. “I don’t approve of this wedding at all, you know. I was trying to talk Kim out of going through with it at the rehearsal yesterday. She’s too damn young to get married. I should know - her mother and I both got married much too young. I guess Pam doesn’t mind, she’s happy for Kim. But I think she should take some time, go to school, see the world and get laid.” She grinned, then sighed. “That’s what I’d do, if I where her. But I’m afraid none of that’s going to happen.” She looked at the groom, nervously chewing on his fingernail. “Look at him. Not even a man yet. I don’t even think he needs to shave.” She harrumphed. I laughed. “I’m sure Kim likes him just the way he is.” “Yeah, right. What does she know? She’s still a child.” Katie looked me up and down. “You’re an attractive young man. If you know her so well, why didn’t you ask Kim to...” she trailed off as the doors in the back of the church opened. All heads turned and everyone stood as the wedding march started. Sarah and I stood along with the crowd, and I heard the rustle of her dress as it settled over her underclothes. She held onto my hand and pressed against me, peeking over the shoulders of the people standing in the row behind us. Kim’s father beamed proudly as he guided her towards the altar. Sarah dug the fingers of her free hand into my bicep. “Oh, she looks beautiful though. Doesn’t she?” I agreed. Kim was tall and willowy, with her fathers height, but with the full, hourglass figure she inherited from her mother. Her long, sun-bleached hair was pinned up under the gauzy veil that obscurred her pretty, California surfer-girl face, and her long, flowing wedding dress trailed out behind her. When they reached the altar, she stopped and kissed her dad, then gracefully took the steps to stand next to her fiance. The guests oohed and aahed over her for a few moments, then the priest cleared his throat, we all sat, and the ceremony began. After giving away the bride, Pam’s husband Jack sat down and wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. He whispered something to Pam and kissed her on the cheek. Pam glanced back at me, a worried, haunted look in her eyes. Sarah gave her a happy little wave and raised our clenched hands. I smiled at her reassuringly, and Pam turned back to the ceremony, suddenly looking even worse. “Poor Pam. She’s completely stressed out over this,” Sarah said and rested her head against my shoulder. “Uh, huh,” I said, non-commitedly. I relaxed as best as I could and while everyone else turned misty-eyed, I busied myself with blowing the annoying feather out of my face and staring down Sarah’s dress. Until - finally - the priest asked if anyone present objected to this marriage, blah-blah-blah, speak now or forever blah-blah-blah. You know the drill. I figured this was the most appropriate moment for what I wanted to do, and I let my power loose again. The tickle in my neck tickled, and next to me, Sarah wriggled. In front of me, Pam jumped. A collective moan went up from the guests, but this shot was directed towards the pew in front of us, and the group of people standing at the altar, specifically. The priest lost his place for a moment, but recovered nicely. And Kim, who had been so relaxed through the ceremony, suddenly stiffened. I saw her glance over at her smiling groom, and as the priest intoned the ‘Do you, Kim, take this man’ speech, she did a little dance, hopping back and forth from one foot to another, like she suddenly had to use the bathroom. Kim blinked at the priest, as if she hadn’t heard the question. He tried again. “Kim, do you...” This time, she turned to her fiance, who held her hands and smiled encouragingly. Sarah sat up straighter next to me, trying to get a better view. I grinned to myself, trying to remember the exact words Sarah had used a few minutes before... Kim visibly shook herself, like she was trying to wake up out of a bad dream, and answered. “I...I’m sorry, Tim. I can’t. I...I want to take some time, go to school.” She smiled weakly as her fiance’s face melted. The crowd around us hushed as Kim continued. “I want to travel and see the world, and, and...” “What?” Her fiance looked like he wanted to shake her. Or punch her in the mouth. “And fucking what?” “And get laid!” She yelled. You could’ve heard a pin drop, the room got so quiet. I definitely heard Kim’s bouqet fall to the floor, right before she rushed down the steps and out the door, sobbing. Her sisters and the other bridesmaids followed her, and the rest of the guests stared at the closing doors in shock. The poor kid left standing at the altar looked like he’d eaten something bad and really needed to take a dump. His best man tried not to laugh and flipped the wedding ring he wouldn’t have to hand over. I heard him say “I told you so,” and I decided to put the clamps down. I remembered the fantasy I’d had of fucking Pam in the ass at the wedding, and let loose with another blast of power. In front of me, Pam’s husband was coming back to his senses, and was getting ready to run after his daughter. Pam grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back. “Jack.” “Pam, we’ve gotta go see what the hell’s wrong with Kim...” She shook her head. “Jack, I want a divorce.” Jack sat down. Pam stood up. Sarah gasped. I grinned and started rubbing the smooth material covering her thigh. “What?” Jack looked like he’d been pimp-slapped. Pam glanced at me and took a deep breath as my power flooded the room. Around us, I could see men, women and children staring at each other. A few people were already groping at each other on the benches. “I’m leaving you and taking the girls. We won’t be home tonight.” And with that, she ran after her daughters. Which caught me kind of by surprise. I think I looked about as shocked as her husband. A teenage boy sitting behind us finally lost control and grabbed the tits of the old, grey-haired woman seated next to him. She popped him with her handbag, but then threw her arms around him and shoved her tongue down his throat. A couple already busy kissing fell off the pew next to us and rolled around on the ground, trying to undo pants and pull up skirts at the same time. The woman sitting just next to Sarah unzipped the pants of the man next to her and went down on him. He spread his arms out on the back of the bench and sank down with a sigh as her head started bobbing. Jack stood and watched his daughters beautiful wedding suddenly degenerated into an monster orgy. The groom and his best men surrounded a very pregnant young lady across the aisle from us, and bent her screaming over the pew. The groom ripped her dress open, all the way up her back, until it hung from a small strip of material just around her neck. He yanked down her panties, taking her from behind, and ran his hands up over her swollen belly to her milk-engorged tits. He found the clasp to her bra, just between her breasts, and unsnapped it, letting the bra hang loosely off her back. Another man shoved his dick in her mouth and fucked her face while the groom milked her, squirting jets of watery looking fluid from her titties onto the other guys trouser legs. In a matter of seconds, she was surrounded by men, stroking their dicks, waiting their turn. Before all hell broke loose, I tried to let anyone with children out. All the younger kids suddenly needed to use the bathroom all at the same time, and it looked like most of them made it. One woman with a younger girl wasn’t so lucky. She and her daughter were intercepted at the doors by a group of ushers. The woman was pinned to the floor by four or five men, her blouse ripped open and her skirt pulled up to her waist. She screamed as they held her down and fucked her, until one of the men stuffed his dick in her mouth and forced him to suck her. An older man grabbed her daughter, a pretty girl of maybe ten or eleven, and sat down in a vacant seat and plopped her on his knee. He kissed her little neck and played with her golden curls as he lifted the hem of her cute pink dress. The girl wiggled and squirmed on his leg as he unbuckled his pants, and he told her how sweet she looked as he ripped her white, ruffled panties. Then he picked her up and dropped her little, virgin pussy onto his dick. She screeched, and her pretty curls bounced as he fucked her. On another bench, a newborn baby screamed for its mother, who was busy riding a young boy, who in turn was busy nursing the woman as she ground her pussy against his hairless crotch. Warm milk oozed from her brown little nipples as the boy noisily sucked away. All through the chapel, people were fucking. Young men with wizened old women, bald old men with hot-bodied girls. Whoever a person was closest to, they fucked. The air filled with the smell of sex, and the gasping, moaning and panting of people in heat. Jack stood and watched. Then a hand reached around, cupping the bulge at his crotch, unzipping his pants. Jack turned to find the priest, smiling at him, his robes pulled up over his erect cock. Jack looked at the man, then down at his own dick poking straight out of his slacks. The priest gripped him, and then they fell behind the bench, out of my sight. I congratulated myself. A job well done. And then Sarah unzipped my pants, hiked up her skirt and bent over the bench. “Come and get it,” she smiled. I tried to picture the woman I was fucking in my fantasy. I’d thought it was Pam. Maybe not. Sarah gasped as I pulled out my dick, hard and ready, and I shoved her slip up over her big ass. Underneath, she was wearing a white garter belt and white, silk stockings. I yanked her panties off to one side and rubbed the tip of my dick up and down her pussy lips. She hissed with pleasure, squeezed the top of the bench with a death-grip and wiggled her ass at me. “Fuck me,” she said, and pushed herself onto my cock. So I had to adapt my plans a bit. Again. No big deal. I reached around and grabbed Sarah’s tits, pulling the top of her dress down over them. They bounced out into my hands, and I gave them a nice squeeze and shoved my hips against her butt. Her head snapped back and she wiggled harder while I played with her tits. They were packed into her bra, and her nipples poked up through the lace into my palms. I fucked her pussy for a minute to lube up, then pulled out. There was one thing from my fantasy that I wasn’t going to change. “Hope you like to get butt-fucked, Sarah.” She moaned, and I reached down and grabbed my dick, shoving the tip into her asshole. The palm of my hand was slick with her juice, and I rubbed it off on her dress while I worked my way into her butt. God. That felt good. The kid behind had torn apart the old ladies dress, and was so anxious to fuck her he didn’t bother to pull down her nylons or her underwear. He was just shoving his dick into the material, grunting away, slowly ripping his way into her pussy. She was grabbing his ass with her clawlike fingers, trying to get him to kiss her while he humped away. The women in the chapel outnumbered the men about two to one, and one poor guy was pulled off of the sweet young thing he was boning by a gang of grandma’s and splayed out in the aisle. They took turns fucking him; one fat old lady riding his dick, another sitting on his face. All of them giggled when his screams floated out past her flabby butt-cheeks, sounding a lot like muffled farts. I couldn’t see the pregnant girl at all anymore, just guys waiting, yelling encouragement at whoever was fucking her. The one black couple in the chapel during the ceremony was also getting their fair share of attention. Standing in a circle of women, his pants pooled around his ankles and his shirt torn off, the guy was busy screwing a cute teenage girl while the other ladies pawed at him. The woman was riding an older guy who was laying on the floor while another guy fucked her ass, and she gobbled a ring of five or six cocks that smacked at her face. She had gobs of cum dripping from her chin down her neck, soaking the front of her light purple sundress, turning it transparent enough to see the lacy white push-up bra underneath. Her nut-brown ass jiggled as the guy pounding away behind her started to cum. He pulled out and sent stream after stream of sticky white cum across her back, falling back on his ass as he climaxed. And then another guy pushed him roughly out of the way and shoved his dick into her butt. She screamed around a mouthful of cock and vainly tried to push him away while somebody came on her face. The new guy fucking her ass quickly found his stride, and wrapped his ams around her in a bear hug. Somebody else grabbed her wrists and yanked her arms up over her head, giving everyone a great view of her big tits when her dress was ripped open down the front. Her bra went seconds later, and then the two guys fucking her mouth pulled out and greased her exposed titties. Her man noticed and tried to help her, but before he could reach her, he was pulled down by a huge, grotesquely fat old lady. Both he and his big cock disappeared with a grunt, and the women around him cheered. There was a perky-bodied teenage asian girl lying on her stomach, spread-eagled on the floor, looking ready to pass out. A hairy, sweaty, fat man sat with her head buried on his lap, his cock lodged deep in her throat, and another guy was on top of her, viciously screwing her from behind, both of his hand digging into her ass-cheeks. A line of guys about ten deep stood and stroked themselves, waiting their turn. The sound and smell of sex filled the air. I pulled Sarah closer and her hat fell off, bouncing over the bench in front of her. Her hair was pinned up in a tight bun, and I ran my hands through it, loosening it until thick, pale blonde curls swirled through my fingers. I gently toyed with her hair and she played with her pussy, purring like a cat. She ground her ass against me in a slow semi-circle, and while she fucked me, I marvelled at how closely she resembled Pam. She reached behind me and cupped the back of my head with her hand, then pulled me close and kissed me. I lost myself in the feel of her body, the insistent probing of her sweet little tongue in my mouth. And then I blew my wad so hard, cum shot back out of her ass, all over my legs. I let myself lay on top of her and relaxed, forcing her down on the top edge of the bench. All around us, guys were busy blowing their loads, then they would wipe the sweat from their faces and dive back in for more. The jolt I’d given them should keep the action rolling for a few hours. Who knew what would happen after that. Now that I was finished, it was time to hunt down Pam and her girls. I figured that I’d take Sarah along for the ride as well, so I pulled out, wiped my dick off on her stockings, then dragged her with me as I stepped over knots of writhing bodies and picked my way out of the chapel. We found Pam and her daughters in the upstairs dressing rooms. Pam and Kim were both sobbing, the other girls trying to console them. “Time to go,” I said. By the time we left the church, it was almost dark. Sarah sat next to me in the passenger seat, holding my hand, a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile plastered on her face. In the back, Jenny and Katie were crammed in next to Pam and Kim, who spent the entire ride blankly staring out the windows. Pam looked shell-shocked. She’d poked her head into the chapel door as we were leaving, and I had to physically drag her out of the building. “Evil.” She kept muttering. “Unholy.” Sarah threw her a reprimanding scowl, then smiled at me again and squeezed my hand. “Well, I don’t think so.” She turned to me and licked her lips. “I think I found God.” Over the last months as I’ve acquired more slaves, I realized that I needed more space to keep them. Susan - the same slave who owned the warehouse property were Pam and I raped the policewoman - recently signed over the titles to several new properties to me, which included a new townhouse style apartment complex that would now be the new home for Pam and her family. It was nice and comfortable, roomy enough for all five women, and tucked away in a cul-de-sac, isolated and well hidden from prying eyes. Kim looked up as we turned into the driveway. “Were are we?” Pam looked at her daughter. “Hell.” I parked the car in the garage and led the ladies into their new home. I tossed a keyring on the kitchen counter as they looked around. The house was already furnished, the kitchen stocked with food and appliances. Susan had been in charge of getting it ready for the girls. “This is where you’ll all be living from now on.” I said. The buzz at the base of my neck sent little tingles down my spine, and my dick perked back up. “What do you mean? Kim asked. “I don’t understand what’s going on. I...” “Who all here has had sex?” I asked. Each of them looked at me like I was crazy. Pam raised her hand. Sarah smiled at me and blew me a kiss. The girls looked at each other, and Katie blushed. “Well, well, well.” I looked at Kim, who glared back at me. “Saving yourself for that special someone?” Pam piped up. “She’s a good girl.” “Not for much longer.” Kim and her sisters looked at Pam. “Mom, what the fuck’s going on? Who is this guy?” Her veil was still pinned in her hair. Kim brushed it back as she talked. “Why are we here?” Instead of trying to explain, I started to strip. The girls watched me with wide eyes, and Sarah grinned when I stood up, naked, my dick hanging down almost to my knees. Pam tried to keep her eyes on the floor, but she was starting to fidget. I turned to Kim, and my dick throbbed. “This is where you’ll all be living from now on.” I walked over to her as I spoke. She tried to take her eyes off my dick and failed miserably. “Wh-what do you mean? I’ve got my own...place...” “Not anymore.” I smiled. “Now, girls, if you would, why don’t you grab your sister and hold her down for me.” “What?” Kim tried to back away, but tripped and fell right over the coffee table. Her sisters grabbed her arms, and her mom and aunt each took hold of a leg and spread them open. Kim pleaded with her family, her words falling on suddenly deaf ears. “Why don’t you shut her up for me?” Jenny clamped a hand over Kim’s mouth as I walked into the kitchen. I found a nice big butcher knife and walked back to the living room, my dick swinging out in front of me. I knelt between Kim’s legs and ran a hand over her sweet body, enjoying the look of terror on her pretty face, the feel of her full breasts under her dress. Using the knife to cut her skirt open, I ran my hand up her stockings and played with the garter wrapped around her thigh. “You’re mine now Kim. From this moment on, you and your sisters and your mom and aunt. You all belong to me.” Kim jerked and her body heaved on the table, but her family held her down. I cut away her panties. Her little pussy was nice and pink, her little asshole just waiting for me to ream it out. I bent over and licked her clit, running the tip of the knife along her ass, making her squirm, her screams muffled under her sisters hand. I tongued her for a few minutes, then got into it, really eating her out, until slop from her pussy ran down my chin and dripped off her ass. Then I got up on my knees, bent over her belly and pushed my dick into her pussy. She screamed as I took her virginity, her body bucking wildly. I held on and pushed until my balls slapped her ass. “There’s just nothing like taking that sweet, bloody cherry, you know that, bitch?” God, she was tight. Kim cried and whimpered while I fucked her, and her titties were bounced around enticingly with all her thrashing. Grinning, I cut open the bodice of her wedding dress, and then ripped it open to her navel. “Time to see the titties,” I said, and sliced her bra open. Her breasts were nice and firm, with perky nipples so hard they could poke your eye out. I used my hands, groping her, enjoying the feel of her cool, smooth stockings rubbing on my legs, the lace of her dress in my hands. After I came I let her family take turns, but I pulled Katie back with me. I sat on the couch and watched Pam suck her daughters pussy while I taught Katie how to give her first blow job. This was going to be a great next few days, I thought, and pushed the girls head down farther onto my dick. I heard her jaw crack and her fingers scratched and clawed at my ass, but she didn’t bite down. I felt myself slide slowly into her warm, wet throat, and sighed. I was going to enjoy myself here. Knock ‘em all up and breed these bitches. And why stop here? Why not take a new girl a day. Everyday. Hell yeah. Why not? I pulled the straps to Katie’s dress until they snapped. I leaned over and pulled her skirt over her cute little ass. She whimpered but kept slurping my schlong, getting me nice and horny again. The world better watch out.