Passionate Deviant’s Neighborhood

the Noble Telegraph

Telegraph

Of all the abandoned, obsolete technologies we've discarded over the years, the one most deserving of a second chance is the noble telegraph. Think about it -- when we're at our computers everyday, visiting our favorite wicker porn sites, what are we already doing? That's right: clicking. Clicking away on our mice, slowly tapping out messages to the Ether. I guarantee you, somewhere out there is a vast, diffuse machine intelligence that's listening in, slowly deciphering our subconscious dots-and-dashes message, transmitted quite without our knowledge through our everyday Internet usage. And at some point, it will have collected enough clicks to make sense of that message, and respond with a disgusted 'That's nasty', and shut itself down forever.

Do you see how powerful the telegraph is? If it can cause a barely-cognizant hardware-constrained cloud of virtual neurons to kill itself in horrified, existential anomie, surely it can revitalize our modern way of life! How, you say? I'm glad you asked, you mouth-breathing mendicant!

Imagine the following scenario: it's late. You're lonely. You have no lover that doesn't run on batteries, and those Flipper reruns don't come on until 3 AM. You crave a direct connection with another human being, someone with whom you can share your innermost goulash recipes. Someone with whom you can be truly intimate. Looking around your cell, your fevered gaze alights upon your telegraph device, coiled and smug within its mahogany-and-cheese berth.

Trembling, your hand reaches toward it, fingers already pre-tapping, anxiously awaiting that tactile, subdermal feedback. You don your headphones, heartrate jumping at the mere hiss of the static issuing forth. You begin to code your message: dot-dash... dot-dot-dot... dot-dash-dot-dot... dot-dot-dash-dash-dot-dot.

Suddenly, you're in the thick of it! Messages crowd in, staccato sweet nothings filling your headspace like the drilling of overly-amorous woodpeckers!  Drum roll missives of lust peppering your eardrums with the emotional force of a thousand tiny jackhammers of love! Engorged with excitement... EWW... you hurriedly attach and activate the Press-Your-Sensitive™ Teledildonics NubbinNotch ("Now with telegraph support!") and continue your perversely promiscuous pressings.

With each dot and dash of your partner's message delivered as a jolt of current to your sex toy, and calibrated to be sensitive enough to register pressure, the harder you tap, the stronger the impulses. As you race closer to the eventual conclusion, your frenzied pounding begins to set up a powerful feedback loop, like shouting into a series of megaphones, both of you crying out for release, hands feverishly slamming into the receiver until finally the final spasm hits, both hands clenched tightly around the telegraph machine, blissed and mindless...

...until you electrocute yourself on an exposed wire. But UNTIL then! Transformative! Revolutionary! Apocalyptic! Superfluous! Yes, gentle sentients, the telegraph must return! If not for yourselves, then think of the children! Do you really want them to grow up in a society where debased adult sexmongers aren't regularly destroyed by their own fiendish devices? Look deep into your hearts; you already know the answer: dash-dot... dash-dash-dash.

I wanna be free... just me... oh baby...
EWW
-- "Easy", Faith No More

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Sasha stared at the ceiling. “Aria is the oldest of us, even older than you Pixie.”

Aria’s face burned as she stuttered out a retort, but it tapered off quickly as her mind churned. After everything she had learned, was this so unlikely? She leaned back, relaxing her body and let her mind race off into the past. No longer could she ignore her lack of aging, her freakish strength, and her strange memories.

Just this past night the same dream had come again. Cycles of light and dark, an endless stream of white jacketed men and women coming in and out of her little room.

Pain. Pleasure. Fear. Ecstacy. All of these things she experienced in her dream, but as she lay there looking at the ceiling with her friends watching with concerned faces, she knew now with certainty that it wasn’t a dream. It was her reality, her past.

“It seems so obvious now.” She said as she turned to face Sasha. “It feels true, but how could I not have known before, it doesn’t seem possible?”

“Conditioning.” He said simply. “You were made genetically, but your memories were conditioned in to you over time. It would make sense that they would fade over time as well. What is surprising is how long they have lasted.”

Pixie flew over and landed on Aria’s shoulder. “We’re sisters!” She exclaimed, giving her a pint sized hug.

“What will you do now.” Asked Keesha, uncertainty plain in her eyes.

“I don’t know.” Aria said, rolling over to face her. “I really don’t know.”

They stood outside the front door of the building, exchanging long hugs and kisses. Pixie shed a little tear as she hovered in front of Sasha and kissed his nose. “Goodbye.” Aria said simply as she turned and left. Long goodbyes were too hard, and this one had a feel of finality about it. Quickly she fell into her usual brisk stride, Pixie sitting on her shoulder and waving back to their friends.

Keesha waved back to Pixie, her heart aching to think she might never see them again. Sasha took her by the arm, leading her back inside and up to their apartment. He led her to the bedroom, slowly undressing her as she stood mute and sad. His mouth found her thick dark nipple, taking it between his lips and caressing it with his tongue. As he sucked his fingers found her sex, fingers dipping between damp lips to feel the warm slipperyness of her most private place.

He guided her to the bed, laying her down gently as she closed her eyes and lay limp and open to him. Slowly his mouth drifted down her body, hundreds of little kisses covering her perfect dark skin. As he reached her soft fleshy mound his kisses turned to the little nibbles that he knew drove her wild. Soon her hand was in his hair, guiding his attentions down between her legs. Eagerly he extended his tongue in long licks along her dark lips. As she began to respond, back arching and hips pushing against him, he darted his tongue into her warm pink slit, tasting her sweet juices as he pressed in.

She moaned and threw back her head as his tongue explored, her fingers moving down to pinch her large clit. Matching her rhythm he licked her to climax, her throaty wail signalling her release as much as the wild bucking of her hips. Gently he cleaned her with his tongue, leaving her skin glistening with his saliva. As he lay down beside her, she rolled into his arms and cried herself to sleep.

His mind was too busy to let him rest. What would Aria find? If she found the truth, what would she do? The implications were staggering. Now all they could do was hope.

After they passed through the city Aria continued on for a mile or more before she stopped at the side of the cracked and uneven road. With no trace of self consciousness she stripped nude, folding up her loose travellers clothes and putting them aside. She donned her usual armor, feeling the comfort of it as she strapped it down. Her swords across her back, she packed up her bag and hiked it up onto her shoulder.

“Come Pixie.” She called out to her unseen friend. Pixie emerged from a bush, her lips pink with the juice of the berries she had found. As she landed on Aria’s shoulder she asked. “Will it be far?”

“Well if you hadn’t slept through us planning, you’d know.”

Pixie pouted. “But I was tired.”

Smiling impishly at Pixie she said. “I will be about a year.”

“What!!” Pixie jumped up into the air. “That’s like forever!”

“I”m teasing you girl, we figure it will be about four weeks if we don’t have trouble along the way.”

Somewhat mollified, Pixie landed back on her shoulder and began to sing a quiet song to herself. Aria kept her thoughts to herself. She felt different.

She had a purpose.

The sun beaming through the light gauze of the curtain forced Aria awake. Or maybe it was the comforting smell of breakfast cooking. Either way, Aria dragged herself to the washroom to pee and splash some water on her face. At the basin she looked up at the reflection of herself in the mirror. She did look the same, despite all the time outside and hard living. She looked much the same as she ever had.

Her life had always been filled with hardship and strangeness, but these last couple of months seemed to be peeling back layers of fog from her mind and bringing the world around her back into sharp focus.  Aria could not remember a time when her mind had felt so clear. In her time as a sex slave after she was taken from her parents, she was kept drugged and hungry. Over time her body had become immune to the drugs they gave her, and she made her escape. Her very bloody escape. How many had she killed that day? Fifty? Seventy? A hundred men?

Even though her waking mind saw that time and those events dimly, her dreams were often filled with the endless parade of soldiers cocks ramming her mouth, her cunt, and her ass. There was no night and day, no sense of time, just the endless numb haze and the ongoing stream of men seeking release. There had been other girls, of course. Like Aria they were the living dead, reported killed by the soldiers then secreted away in the basement cells of the barracks. But they never lasted long, like the soldiers they came for a time, then were gone. But always Aria remained.

Sometimes she could hear them talking about her. Remarking on her incredible stamina, or her unusual strength. Despite their use of her, they did have a healthy respect for her abilities. They learned very quickly when they first captured her that she was easily stronger than any of them when provoked. It would have been logical for them to kill her, but the appeal of her young tight body was too strong for them to resist. Until the day she broke free.

Pixie was talking to her but she hadn’t heard a thing she had said, lost in her thoughts as she was.

“Are you coming to eat?” She asked, standing lightly on Aria’s shoulder and looking at her in the mirror. Aria grinned as her stomach gave a timely rumble.

“Yes, I’m coming right now.” Pixie gave her a kiss on the cheek and flitted off out the doorway in the direction of the smell of food and the sounds of domestic life. Aria pulled her hair back in a pony tail and followed along behind.

She arrived in the dining area to find everyone already seated, on the floor as was customary in this area. The floor was covered in a thick woven circular rug, at its center a low circular table and around its perimeter an assortment of cushions of various sizes and materials. The starkness of the concrete exterior wall contrasted with the old world luxury of the scene giving Aria the sense that she was standing between two worlds. Keesha beckoned her to a cushion between herself and Sasha. Aria grinned and took the spot, taking a moment to admire Keesha’s heavy breast, revealed by the open fold of her housecoat. They exchanged a quick warm look that made Aria’s own nipples tingle in anticipation. Sasha gave her a good sized bowl that gave off a fragrant scent of spices in the steam that drifted up to her nose. Taking the offered fork she dug into the tasty mix of eggs, meat and vegetables. Her hunger getting the better of her, she wolfed down the food quickly, barely pausing for breath. Sasha didn’t wait for her to ask for more, he had her bowl refilled before she could blink.

She noticed that Pixie had found a perch on Sasha’s knee, just below the hemline of his housecoat. Pixie was trying to sneak a peek, but as Sasha kept moving around she kept getting foiled. Finally, in exasperation she walked up his leg and pulled aside the material herself, revealing his dark flaccid cock resting on large sparsely haired balls.

“Oooooh.” She cooed, hopping between his legs and standing in front of the fat purple head. “Pretty.” She announced happily, giving the head a long kiss.

“Pixie, behave yourself!” Aria said, stifling a laugh.

“It’s fine Aria.” Sasha said, smiling back at her. “I have always been fascinated by the Pixies, and they are so rare. I’ve never actually seen one before.” He looked back down, watching Pixie climb up on his thickening cock. She made happy encouraging noises as  she rubbed and kissed the shaft that she was now straddling. Sasha ran a finger along her hair, making Pixie giggle, before she turned her attention back to the growing phallus she rode. Aria had to admit she was pretty impressed herself, as she watched him harden. Not overly long, but she had seen few that were thicker, and the plump head was a perfect shape.

Keesha leaned over and pulled Aria to her, using her other hand to open her own garment. Aria eagerly took one of her thick dark nipples into her mouth, sucking it intently. Keesha responded with a long low moan, which grew in pitch as Arias fingers found her shaved slit. Leaving the hard nipple behind, she kissed her way down Keesha’s lovely full body, trailing her tongue along the soft dark skin. Keesha spread her legs wide as Aria’s tongue finally reached her wet pussy. She almost purred as Aria’s quick tongue explored her sex, darting in and around all the sensitive places that she knew so well from many nights of sharing their bodies.

She felt Sasha move behind her, pulling off her light shorts. Pixie landed on Arias ass, leaning over so she could watch Sasha line up his thick tool with Aria’s little pussy.

“Oooh, you’re a lucky girl Aria.” Pixie said delightedly. “You’re going to love this thick one!” Aria was going to respond, but before she could the fat head was pushing into her tight cunt and all she could do was gasp into Keesha’s wonderfully wet pussy. Sasha may have been shy to the outside world, but he didn’t waste any time getting his thick cock buried into Aria, pumping her with short hard strokes that pushed her forward into Keesha’s slick slit. Aria took her clit between her lips, sucking on it like a candy. She slid two fingers into Keesha, curling them up inside and massaging the spot she knew would drive her wild. Sasha was grunting and driving himself into Aria, his heavy balls hitting the inside of her thighs with each stroke. Pixie sat on Arias ass, furiously fucking herself with her fingers as she watched Sasha’s thick prick rapidly moving in and out, over and over again.

Keesha squeezed her breasts as Aria brought her to climax, her back arching as the orgasm flooded through her. Eagerly licking up the sweet fluids leaking out of Keesha’s glistening pussy, Aria felt Sasha pull his cock out.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Pixie exclaimed as he stroked his slick cock right in front of her. Unable to contain himself, his cock twitched as the cum shot out onto Pixie and all over Aria’s back. Pixie squealed in delight as she had her own little orgasm, her juices squirting out of her tiny pussy in a long stream onto Arias ass. It mixed with Sasha’s cum and leaked down onto Aria fingers that were busy working her cunt to orgasm. Leaning down, Sasha added to her efforts, licking her deftly with his pointed tongue.

Aria came hard, nuzzling her face into Keesha’s hand as the waves of pleasure shook her body and Sasha expertly kept her peaking over and over, until she could stand it no more and slumped forward, resting her head on Keesha’s ample breasts.

“That was fun!” exclaimed Pixie, still sodden in cum. “Lets do it again!”

Sasha laughed as he flopped down beside them. “I think they need a break, little one.”

“Hmph.” Grumbled Pixie. “You youngsters sure don’t have much stamina.” Pixie landed on Sasha’s leg and gave him her best pouty look.

“Actually, Pixie, you aren’t the oldest person here...” Sasha said quietly, looking up at the ceiling.

Everyone turned at the same time to look at Sasha.

“What?!?” They said, almost in unison.

Coming soon, Aria VIII

She walked through the village gates warily, keeping her gaze down and trying her best to not attract attention as she walked past the men and women who passed her or were standing or sitting on the side of the road. The guards at the gate had barely given her a second look, just another hungry looking little waif in a long travel stained cloak trudging by. Then again, wasn’t that all she really was? Sometimes she wondered.

The road was well maintained, but the houses and shops that lined it were a mishmash of old buildings that survived the wars and newer ones cobbled together from the rubble that littered the countryside. For someone who knew history, it looked like a blend of wild west mixed with medieval European villages. To Aria it was just the civilization she knew and lived in.

A man had been following her, keeping his distance but obviously intent on keeping her in his sights. She hadn’t been here in some time and it was unlikely that anyone recognized her. The only conclusion that she could come to was that she didn’t want to know why, she just needed to lose him. Aria quickly ducked into a clothing shop, and hid herself in the middle of a round clothing rack, much like she did as a child. Hunkering down, she fingered the long knife in her belt and waited. He came in slowly, letting his eyes adjust to the dark of the small shop. He craned his neck to look around the room, moving rather clumsily deeper into the shop and past her hiding spot.

Her intent initially had been to simply cut his throat quickly and anonymously in the shop and move on, but his awkwardness gave her pause. Simply killing because she thought he might be a threat was not her way. Changing tactics, she took him down from behind, hitting him low with a thrust of her strong legs. He fell in a heap with Aria on his back and his nose smacking into the hard stones of the floor. Unable to move with her pinning his shoulders under her knees, he moaned into the cold stones. With her knife at his throat she hissed into his ear, “Why are you following me?”

“You broke my nose”, he whined in reply. She could see and smell the steady trickle of blood coming from his mashed nose. Pushing the dagger into his skin, “What do you want?”

“Keesha sent me”, he muttered, before moaning about his nose again.

Aria rolled off of him, a bit embarrassed but still wary. “She got your message, I’ve been waiting for you for days”, he said giving her a petulant look, “Keesha neglected to mention you were so violent, she just said you were a friend.”

Now very embarrassed and blushing, Aria put her knife away and retrieved her backpack. As she picked it up she could see Pixie poking her head up to watch what was happening. “It’s ok Iome, he’s a friend. But stay hidden.” Pixie ducked back down into the bag. Although she felt bad about caging Pixie up, she would draw too much attention if people saw her. Sex Pixies were rare and highly prized.
Turning back to the man, who eyed her suspiciously, she said, “I never sent a message...”

He laughed, his expression finally relaxing, “I’m sure you didn’t intentionally, but she said you were coming, she heard you.”

She could only nod in response, Keesha’s abilities were why she was here. That, and the woman was one of Aria’s few trusted friends. She gave him a cloth to wipe down his nose as he quickly assured the shopkeeper who had shown up at the end of their scuffle that everything was ok. Aria followed him out into the street, and down a maze of back alleys and walkways that passed between, through, and over the buildings of the small village. Finally they arrived in front of a very old multi story tenement made of concrete and brick. Definitely one of the relics from before the war, it stood as one of the tallest buildings, eight or ten stories high.

Sasha, as he had introduced himself during their trek through the town led her into the building, with Pixie poking her head out just a little to look around. He caught sight of her as he looked back to wave Aria into a stairwell. His eyebrows went up, but he said nothing and started up the long climb to the 10th floor. This was a different place than she had last met Keesha, her standing in the community must have grown in the last few years. They came to a plain door at the end of the hall and Sasha knocked. They didn’t wait long before the door was yanked open by a full figured woman whose pretty face was framed by a wild mess of reddish hair. She squealed in delight at the sight of Aria, grabbing her up in a big hug that lifted her feet clear of the ground. Aria grinned and kissed her full on her red painted lips, leaving a good part of the colour on Aria.

Keesha reached back and opened Aria’s pack, and Pixie immediately popped up and flew over to sit on her shoulder and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. They chatted quietly for a moment. Aria took the break to scan the room. It was plainly furnished, as she would expect from Keesha, but what stood out were the number of electronic devices that sat on the shelves and tables. Keesha took Aria by the arm and pulled her to one of the couches arranged around a large table in the living room. Pixie flew up and landed on the table, arranging herself seductively in a fruit bowl that was in the center.

“Aria, you’ve met my friend Sasha, he lives here with me”, Keesha said waving in Sasha’s general direction. “He is the one that got all these devices working, he knows a lot about history too.”

Sasha nodded to Aria, “no hard feelings about the nose, it seems to be fine.” He left for the kitchen, excusing himself to finish preparing dinner.  Turning to face Aria, Keesha’s  expression hardened.

“You have been gone a long time”, she accused, “I thought you were dead by now.”

Aria squirmed uncomfortably under her glare. She was right, of course. It had been... How long had it been. Seasons came and went, Aria was never one to really pay attention to that. But she had no excuse for her friend other than her distaste of the towns and the people that lived in them.

Keesha shushed her apology with a wave, “I don’t need your words, you are here and that is enough for me. And you look great Aria”, she said giving her a very open appraisal, “You look even better than the last time I saw you four years ago.”

“Four years?”, it was a bit of a shock to Aria. “You’re shitting me?”

Keesha gave her an odd look, “You really never have understood time very well, Aria?”

Aria shrugged, one year was much the same as the next. What difference did it make, really? She looked at her friend more closely. Lines were beginning to show around her eyes. She had gained a little weight that Aria felt suited her curvy figure with it’s overripe breasts and round hips. The eyes that looked back at her had changed. Something had changed. But what?

Sasha loudly announced dinner from the kitchen, and soon appeared with plates of steaming food that he deftly placed around the table. “My Sasha was a cook at one time, me makes me fabulous food, as you can see.” she laughed and squeezed her ample bottom to demonstrate. The mood of the room immediately lightened as they dove into the spicy meal of stewed meats and vegetables. Pixie even joined in, sampling from each persons plate before finally declaring that Keesha’s food tasted the best. Quite entranced by the little pixie, Sasha’s eyes followed her as she flitted about.

They talked as they ate, Keesha telling Aria of how her and Sasha had met in a junkyard where they were both searching for relics of value. Aria felt a light pang of jealously as she watched and listened to them, but it quickly passed as Sasha began to talk about his ability to fix the old electric devices. functioning electronics were rare. There was no power, no batteries, and generators were rare. Lights were almost always chemical, as was heat. The Military had electricity, but they didn’t share outside their walled compounds.

Sasha had found small hand cranked generators, about the size of a persons hand, that could keep small devices powered simply by turning a handle at a steady speed. He showed her how he could make a small radio work with it. It crackled to life and just sat there and hummed on the counter. Pixie eyed it dubiously then stuck her nose in the air and flitted off to explore the apartment.

“Not much use without another one to talk to”, Aria pointed out. Sasha smiled and said nothing. Suddenly, from the speaker came a mans voice, “Sector five is clear, moving on to six.” Military!

“Can I have one?”, Aria said eagerly, “It will be very useful to me. I have things I can trade you for?”

“No Aria, you take what you need. I’ve been holding on to this one for you.”, Keesha smiled and handed the radio and crank over to her. Grinning happily Aria stowed it in her bag. “Now Aria, what have you been up to all this time?”

They sat back down and Aria began the story of how she had gone up north and  explored many strange places. She had almost come to grief a number of times and her sense was that it was becoming ever more dangerous out in the world. Skipping over a number of details, she related how she had met up with the lost troop of soldiers. And finally, her encounter with The Mistress. This was why she had come back, she needed to talk to Keesha about what The Mistress had told her. Things too impossible to be true. Sasha nodded his head as he listened. When Aria had finished he looked to Keesha, who nodded for him to go ahead.

“Aria, most of what you have told us I am almost certain is true. In fact, there is even more to the history”, he dragged the word history out as if it carried great weight, “than almost any single person knows. Except me.” He said it without bravado, it was simply a statement of fact, like the sky being blue. “My family have kept this history for generations since before the war when the strangeness began. You see Aria, the war wasn’t the start, or the end of this madness. It started long before that.”

“Back around the year 1980 a young man became very very rich from his company that made what were then called ‘computers’. He used that money to hire the best genetic researchers in the world, and tasked them with creating new types of creatures. At first they did nothing but fail, but over the years they got better. And better. Until finally, around the year 2010 they had created a number of strange mythical creatures and had unlocked many of the secrets of how we are made. He kept all this a secret from the world, and made his plans.”

“You see, his extreme wealth had not gained him the kind of respect and adulation that he thought it would, and should. He craved it, he wanted it, and he would pay anything for it. Being a scientist and a very logical thinker, he was sure that religion was a sham, there was no god. But he realized that a great many people did. His plan was to give the people their god, according to their myths.”

“The first to appear were the leprechauns, little men hiding in the forests. Of course sightings of them drew mountains of attention. Then the pixies started to appear, and all manner of fairy creatures. They all had one message...God was coming for judgement day. The panic began slowly. But it built quickly, the end was coming. Proof was there to be seen. As the madman watched the world begin to topple, he played his ultimate card. “
The Angels came from the skies in their thousands upon thousands, setting on the cities like plagues of locusts. Mankind was cowed, broken, despair ruled. Then he came, from the skies, speaking from a thousand places at once. He decried greed and technology, telling the world that they would either give up their material things, or perish forever. But he made a mistake. The Angels were unstable. They began killing and raping. People organized to protect themselves, and found that they could defeat the angels. The world began to find its feet and stand up.” Sasha’s voice had raised to the point where he was almost shouting, his rage driving his story forward, “and then, he launched his missiles. Millions died. Millions.  millions.” He hung his head and shook it slowly

“John Stanton, as he was once known, had destroyed the world and left it a crumbling ruin. Enhanced by his scientists, he launched into space and has remained there ever since, playing his games with us. almost four hundred years he has been up there, circling the world, toying with us, creating his new abominations and setting them upon us for his own amusement. He actively set his angels and military to the task of destroying all technology and history, so that man would be reduced to primitive life. He is a twisted evil man.”

Aria lay back in her chair, unable to respond to all this information. But, just like the things The Mistress had told her, it all made sense.

“So this isn’t over, this is why things always get worse”, she said shaking her head, “But why doesn’t anyone know?”

“It has been a very very long time Aria, and he has been erasing those memories for all this time.”

Keesha leaned forward, “it is late, let Aria rest and we will talk more tomorrow.”

They said their goodnights and Aria settled into the couch, under the blankets she had been provided. Her head was spinning with all this information. Why hadn’t she known? It made sense, but it seem so...strange. Pixie tucked herself against Aria’s neck, snoring  lightly within seconds of laying down. Aria could not sleep so quickly.

But when sleep came, it brought with it vivid dreams that gave her no peace...

continued in Aria VII

The resonating crash of the door being smashed in jolted Aria into wakefulness. She heard the trample of many boots down the hallway and cowered in her bed to the sounds of smashing and screaming that quickly filled the house. Quivering under the thin protections of her blankets, she cried out when her door slammed open and four men burst into her room. They moved quickly and quietly, their crisp dark green uniforms identical and spotless.

Two of them moved forward and ripped her sheets from her bad, then dragged a now bawling Aria out of the room and down the hall with them. Her light frame was suspended between the two large men, toes barely touching the floor as they moved from the dark corridor of the house into the brightly lit living room. As her eyes adjusted she could see her mother and father kneeling on the floor as a man stood in front of them reading something out loud. They were both crying, and her mother was looking at Aria with a horrified look on her face that spoke of both guilt and fear.

She was thrown roughly into the corner of the room and watched on hands and knees as the surreal scene played out in front of her. Both her parents vigorously shook their heads, saying “No, No No!” over and over. The older soldier in front of them asked more questions, taking notes as he spoke. Aria didn’t understand. Why were the soldiers here? It didn’t make sense. The exchange between her mother and the soldier got more heated, she wasn’t crying now, her head was raised defiantly as her fathers slumped in seeming defeat. The soldier smiled, not in a warm way, but in a cold way that frightened Aria more than anything else she had seen before. He motioned to his men, and two of them moved forward smoothly, put their guns to her parents heads, and shot them.

Aria’s mind went blank. This wasn’t possible. She was dreaming. The soldiers turned to her, this scrawny scared girl shivering on the floor. A different one picked her up and took her outside to a waiting truck, throwing her in the back. The others followed, and soon she was in the company of eight men in the back of the transport as it pulled away. She was too deep in shock to hear what was being said, her vision cloudy and distorted. So it was a surprise when they held her down, leg spread, and the first man approached with his cock in hand...

Aria rolled to her feet, the dream fading quickly as her body reached full alertness. It was only midway through the night, but she would sleep no more today. Now, it was time to hunt. She gathered her weapons and slipped smoothly into the blackness of the woods, hungry for revenge...

"Now Aria, lets play..."

The words echoed through the chamber as Aria stared, dumbfounded. This woman, this  mistress was obviously quite serious. She gave Aria a wicked grin as she slowly pumped the long dangling phallus. Unable to help herself, she openly gawked at the long thick tool. It was shaped like a mans, and a similar shade of grey as his skin, except for the head which was a dark purple colour, and the size of a peach. The Mistress grasped the fat head in her hand, massaging it as the cock swelled up. She moved in front of him, legs spread shoulder width apart, and rubbed the rapidly hardening cock on her wet lips, grinding back and forth. The Angel grunted as his hips thrust forward involuntarily. She moved back from him, leaving him standing with his erect cock glistening with her juices.

Turning back to Aria, she pushed her back gently onto the bed, moving on top of her. Too aroused to protest, Aria watched as the  Mistress kissed her breasts, twirling her tongue around the small hard nipples. She spent extra time on the pierced one, tugging at the ring that now filled the hole left by the Angel’s claw. It was still sensitive, and the attention sent waves of a combined pain and pleasure through her body. Moving slowly downward, she took long sucking kisses of the tight flat flesh of Arias tummy. Aria looked over the Mistress’ back to look at the angel who stood a few feet away. His cock twitching occasionally as he stared at his mistress’ pussy, his attention entirely focused between her long legs.

The Mistress had reached her shaved mound, her tongue licking in circles as she slowly made her way down to Aria’s aching clit. She sucked it into her mouth and slowly circled her tongue around it as Aria moaned. Cupping her breasts, Aria teased her nipples with her short nails, pinching and pulling them as the Mistress licked at her slit. A haze settled onto Aria’s brain as the pleasure took over, her hips lifting to meet the warm tongue that pressed into her welcoming canal. This lady obviously enjoyed what she was doing, she took her time and her tongue explored every inch of the hot flesh between Aria’s legs. Her tender touch belied her tough scarred exterior, Aria found herself melting into the fabric of the bed as the sensations flowed through her tired body. She gripped the sheets as the orgasm took her, the insistent tongue between her legs lapping up all the juices that flowed forth.

Aria didn’t move for a minute, just savoring the feeling of complete release. She had not felt such a strong sensation in weeks, a long time for her. Looking down she watched as  the Mistress motioned her angel forward, his still hard cock poking straight forward. The mistress moved up on all fours so that she was almost eye to eye with Aria. She lay her upper body down, head resting between Aria’s breasts, her ass still up in the air. Aria watched, fascinated, as the angel stood between her legs and pushed his fat head against the wet slit.

The Mistress moaned as the Angel thrust into her, at least half his lengthy shaft disappearing inside her. She gripped Aria’s arms and cried out as he began pumping into her, his wings pulling back as he focused on driving his cock into her stretched pussy. Aria could feel the strength of his thrusts as she held on to the Mistress and they both rocked with the bed. Reaching a hand down, she frantically massaged her own sex . However strange the situation seemed to be, it was incredibly arousing and she ached for more pleasure. The Mistress buried her moans in Arias breast, sucking the nipple until a squeal of pleasure and pain would force her mouth open. Then attacking the raw nipple again. The bed was a frenzy of movement, saliva, and juices as the three of them ground together.

The Angel began to grunt loudly, his frenzied thrusts coming even stronger as he approached his climax. With a sudden bellow he buried himself to the hilt in the Mistress and unleashed his heavy load of hot seed. She screamed out, “Fuck FUCK fuck fuck fuck fuck FUUUCCCKKKKKKKKK!” as she came right after him, their combined juice dripping down onto Arias fingers as she worked her burning cunt. The feeling of the hot semen coating her fingers drove her over the edge, and she joined them with her own shuddering explosion of pleasure.

The Mistress flopped down onto her, nuzzling under her chin. A thick flow of semen coated Arias legs and sex as the Angel withdrew his still hard cock from the Mistresses distended cunt. Without a sound he moved back to his place, and Aria watched as his cock gradually softened and drooped down between his legs. The Mistress was already asleep, breathing deeply as she lay on Aria. Needing time to think, Aria closed her eyes for a moment.  

“Wake up, girl”, that sharp voice that she remembered. Her eyes opened to find that she was back in her ‘room’ where she had first bathed and changed. The Mistress stood over her, her cruel beauty back in place, where just hours ago had been a shared passion. “Dress, it is time for dinner”. She pointed to the end of the bed, “Your armor has been repaired and cleaned,  dinner is in 15 minutes.”

She stalked out of the room without a look back, leaving Aria to herself. Briefly considering trying to escape, she realized that she still didn’t know where Pixie was. There was no traces on her body from the nights activities...dinner? How long had she slept? They had obviously bathed her when she was brought back her. She remembered nothing after the intense sexual encounter. Donning her armor, she stalked back down to the Mistress’ chamber.

“Please, sit”, the mistress indicated a spot to her side at the long heavy wood table. Aria sat, admiring the classic spread of candles and artifacts of another time. The Mistress signaled to someone out of Arias sight, and a man Aria had not seen approached the table. Sitting on his shoulder chatting away to him was the missing Pixie, looking perfectly happy. She spotted Aria and squealed in delight, flying up off of the mans shoulder and zipping over to buzz by Aria’s cheek, planting a wet kiss.

“Aria, I’ve missed you!!”, she settled down on her shoulder, “But these people have been so kind to me. Have you met the Mistress?”

“Yes, we have met”, Aria couldn’t help but smile at her diminutive companion, “Earlier when I was looking for you.” Aria could see the Mistress watching them, an unreadable expression on her face...envy perhaps, it was too hard to tell. The food arrived, turning the conversation to minor pleasantries of food and environment. The man came and went, bringing all manner of foods that Aria had either never seen or had not seen in years.

 Aria tried to stay patient through the meal. Finally she could wait no longer.

“I don’t understand”, she blurted, “the Angels are our mortal enemies, they came to earth to destroy us. Yet they obey you?”

The Mistress watched her for a time, not speaking. Her eyes scoured Aria’s. She felt like every ounce of her soul and being were being weighed and measured. Finally, she spoke slowly.

“Aria, where did they come from?”

“Well I don’t know where exactly, but from space, they attacked earth, you know this? We all know this?” Aria didn’t understand what the Mistress was getting at.

“Why are they called Angels, if they came from space?”

Aria was getting frustrated with the Mistress avoiding her question, but decided to play along in the hopes that she would learn something useful in fighting the deadly Angels.

“You know they aren’t really Angels, but when they first came, that’s what people thought they were until we found they were mortal, like us. Then it became obvious they were not true angels.”

“Aria, have you ever seen an angel bleed?”

Aria had a flash of fear. Was this a trap because of the Angels she had killed. The Mistress was still looking her, waiting for her answer. If it was a trap, it was too late for her to do anything. She saw Pixie looking at her expectantly, sensing that there was a tension in this conversation that she was not understanding.

“Yes I have”, she answered finally, “many times. Their blood is green and smells of acid.”

The Mistress sighed and hung her head. She stayed like that for a time. Aria waited, her impatience tempered by the growing feeling that there was something important in the Mistresses words.

“Aria, what if I told you that the angels are men, and that is why they bleed?”

“What?!?”, Aria both shouted and laughed, “I think you might be a bit confused Mistress, a cock does not make them men.”

Shaking her head, almost sadly, The Mistress looked at her. “No Aria, they are nothing more than men who were altered and bred by a group of very powerful, and very insane people.”

“How could you know this, I have never heard such a thing.”

“I know because I was there Aria, I am over 300 years old. My father was one of those men, and I am yet another of his experiments. So is your Pixie there.”

This was quickly becoming a farce, this woman was obviously as insane as she claimed her mythical father to be. Reading the doubt in her eyes, she asked Aria another question, “What is Pixie’s name?”

“I don’t know”, she shrugged in frustration, “Pixies never give up their true names.”

“Pixie, what is your name?”, asked the Mistress. Pixie smiled and said cheerfully, “I am Iome, pleased to meet you.”

The blood rushed in Aria’s ears, this wasn’t possible! But it all made sense. How she controlled the angels, how she could compel Pixie to reveal her name...and why she would not reveal her own. The Angels were men? So hard to believe. But didn’t they act in the same way as men?

So many questions...

Aria turned away from the building, wondering if she would ever see The Mistress again.  Her fate was a cruel one, the anguish in her mind a terrible thing to contemplate. Turning her thoughts to the long journey ahead, she adjusted her pack and checked her new swords. One protruding over each shoulder, the slightly strange handles worn from years of use, but their blades made of a steel without parallel. Pixie chattered away in her ear as she put one foot in front of the other and started down a new path.

Continued in Aria V

"I'm tired", Pixie complained as she reclined on Aria's shoulder.
"Maybe you should try walking more and whining less", Aria retorted.
Pixie pouted and slouched down, "When are we stopping for the night?"
"We need somewhere defensible, this area is too open"
They were trekking though very barren terrain, but the undulating ground prevented being able to see attackers approaching. Aria was crushingly tired, but had to find a safe place to hide before she could rest. She also needed to stop moving for a while to help an injury to her side that she had suffered in an encounter with a pack of wolves, not long after they had parted ways with the soldiers.

As they crested a gentle rise, Aria could see the outline of a building not far from them. It looked like an old office complex, or something of that nature. About four floors high, and fairly large. The expanse of parking lot surrounding it was long since overgrown, the concrete broken and crumbled as nature took back it's rightful place. She approached it warily, looking for any sign of use, trails, lights, droppings on the ground. Her years of surviving in the wilds  had taught her many ways to sense  danger long before the traps closed.

Finally she reached the doorway, peering into the inner darkness before slinking through. This building wasn't as much a wreck as most of the abandoned ones were, but no tracks showed on the ground so Aria decided that they were alone here. At least for now. She moved deeper into the building, eyes adjusting to the darkness as the outside moonlight faded. A small office that still had its door seemed like a good refuge, and she locked the door behind them. With a stern warning to Pixie to not open the door or fall asleep, she nodded off sitting in the corner with her sword in hand.

The sudden light startled Aria to wakefulness. The window in the office door glowed intensely, blinding her night attuned eyes. The the door burst inward in a shower of glass and wood that forced her to cover her face, and before she could move her head was covered in a thick hood and she was pinned to the ground by strong hands. Quickly she was trussed up and thrown over someones thick muscled shoulder. As her captors left the room, she hear the faint rustling of air through their wings...Angels! They moved quickly through the halls, she guessed there were three by the sounds of their muffled feet. 'They must be wearing something to cover their hooves', she thought as they moved down a long stairwell. Then she thought of Pixie, where had she gone? Was she hurt by the explosion of the door?

Being thrown to the floor disrupted her thoughts and split the gash on her side open anew. She lay on the floor, blinded by the hood, and unable to move from the bindings. The odd thought struck her that there had been no sound other than breathing and footsteps the entire time of this ordeal. Very strange for the usually verbose Angels.
"Untie her, you fools", a womans voice cracked the air like a whip.
A rush of movement and hands pushing and pulling, and then she was free of her bonds, but the hood remained. She climbed to her feet, favouring her side and turned to face where the voice had come from.
"Who are you, why are you here?", demanded the the woman.
Aria straightened up before she answered, "I  am Aria, from the west. I sought a safe bed for the night."

Surprisingly, the woman laughed. Taken aback, but not sure what to say Aria kept her tongue and waited for the woman to reveal more. She could hear the clicking of her boots as she approached and circled her. Aria could smell what she thought was a faint musky odour of sex.
"You're injured?", she inquired.
Not wanting to give up too much, but really having no choice, Aria nodded the affirmative. The woman moved closer and lifted her shirt, exposing the seeping gash. A sharp intake of breath told Aria that it probably looked as bad as it felt. The woman turned and yelled something out in a language that Aria had never heard before, and there was a scampering of feet that faded out of the room.

"So, Aria from the west, can I trust you?", she said.
Aria bit her lip, thinking furiously. She needed to get out of this, but there were Angels here, which was a very bad sign. That this woman appeared to command them made it even worse. But what choice did she have now?
"Yes, you can, provided you don't try to harm me."
Again the loud boisterous laugh bust from her captor, "You have spirit, girl."
The woman reached forward and cut the hood free, letting Aria see her surroundings for the first time. The room was vast, the walls a combination of natural rock and concrete. The lighting came from some natural glow of the rock, combined with the glowing torches that were so common in their world. But what struck Aria was the magnificence of her captor.

The woman would have been over six feet on her own, but her high heeled knee high leather boots pushed her up to at least six foot six. Her face was beautiful in a cold cruel way, framed by long flowing black hair. Over each shoulder protruded a sword handle, each looking well worn from years of use. The style was odd, but Aria's gaze was drawn from the swords downward across the womans body. She wore black leather armor that covered her shoulders, arms, and from her thighs down to her boots. Her body was muscled, her breasts  very flat, but toned, and bare. The womans garb left both her breasts and vagina bare. Aria couldn't help but stare at her shaved cunt, she had never seen such a prominent set of lips and massive hood.
"You'll have to pardon my appearance, I was occupied when you arrived", she grinned as she rubbed her thumb sized hood, "but you don't seem to be minding."
Most people would have looked away, or blushed, but Aria merely smiled and looked around. There were two angels in the room with them. Not the biggest she had seen, but still would be tough to take down if she was to escape.
Where was Pixie?!?
"Come with me", she said, walking quickly towards a corridor leading off the room. Aria followed, but the Angels stayed where they were, obviously not invited along. The hallway was man made, high and wide and reasonably well lit. None of the usual debris was to be found, everything was clean and orderly.
"Here", she said pointing into a room, "You can wash and change in here, then meet me in the room at the end of the hall. Do not make me wait.", she admonished as she strode away.
In the room Aria found a bath had been filled for her, a towel, and a bikini type bathing suit of blood red material. She stripped down, stepping gingerly into the bath and cleaning her wound. Satisfied that it was clean, she washed her hair, suddenly conscious of  how dowdy she looked compared to this amazonian mistress. Not wanting to seem anxious, she slowly dried herself and donned the bikini. There were also a set of slippers she had not noticed, and she slipped into them before making her way down the hall. Where was Pixie?

At the end of the hall was another open room, but this one was obviously for living quarters. It smelled of food, spices, and was warmer than the other room. A splashing sound caught her attention and she followed it to her left. Built into the rock was a large bath. Steam rose off the water, giving the lighting a muted glow and the area a faint haze. Here was one more angel, chained to the wall across from her. And in the water was the Mistress floating languidly.  Her armor was gone, and she floated totally nude. Not one to be shy, Aria  started into the water.
"Wait", called the woman as she stood, "I have something for you". She motioned her over to the side where she picked up a package of something. She pointed for Aria to sit, then ripped open the package. "This is the best plasti-skin you can buy. You should heal up fast and have no pain now."
The material was translucent about 1/8" thick, and had a tacky consistency. She cut a section out of the sheet, then applied it to Aria's wound. Aria had only seen plasti-skin once before, it was incredibly valuable. She gritted her teeth as it molded itself to her skin and bound itself to the tissue, the burning feeling lasting a minute or more. As the sensation passed she looked in amazement at what had been a painful wound moments before, that now just looked like shiny skin.
"It will take about a week to finish up, then it will come off like a scab."
Aria wasn't sure what to say, this kind of a gift was incredibly generous. She took a closer look at the mistress, up close she could see that her body was a patchwork of scars and healed cuts. some were only an inch long, others a foot or more. One of the long ones passed across her breast, right below the nipple. Another began at her belly button, and slashed down across her thigh. And with her eyes looking down, she was again drawn to looking at the womans thick meaty pussy. Just looking at it made her own cunt tingle.
Aria looked up, "who are you?"
"You can call me the mistress, Aria, that is my only name now."
Aria nodded, "Mistress, I had a friend with me..."
"Yes, she is coming", she said, "my boys found her before you, wandering the hallways."
An angry flash passed through her, a moment of blind rage. That fucking twit had gotten her caught.
"I would have found you anyway, we have regular patrols and the doors are always left open, don't blame the pixie."
Aria nodded as her pulse slowed, realizing that she was expecting too much from the loyal, but scatterbrained Pixie.

"Come", she said taking Aria by the hand and leading her to the other side of the pool. There she laid back into a part of the rock that had been chiseled like a chair, legs spread. "You've been peeking at it, why not take a closer look?"
Not needing further invitation, Aria moved between her legs and admired the long thick dark brown labia. leaning in, she poked out her tongue, circling around the prominent lips until her tongue rested on the long thick hood. Unable to restrain her curiosity, she pulled back the hood with her finger, letting out a long 'oooooooh' sound at the sight of the pink thumb sized clit sheathed below. The Mistress moaned as she applied her tongue to it, circling it fully, then sucking it into her mouth. Aria slid a couple of fingers between the thick lips as she sucked, feeling the heat of the mistresses slick hole. Her fingers slipped easily inside, as she pumped her hand she added her other two fingers until almost her entire hand was fucking the slippery cunt.
Popping her mouth off the swollen clit, she looked up at the moaning Mistress. Her eyes were fixed on Aria, fingers pulling roughly at her thick dark nipples. Inspired by a thought, Aria began pumping her head up and down as she sucked, like she was giving a blowjob. She had obviously hit a nerve, the Mistress bucking and shouting as Aria sucked and fucked her. Aria could feel how soaked her own pussy was, the desire to touch herself was maddening. She moved her head up and down at a frenzied pace, loving the feeling of this womans thick tasty flesh. The Mistress  tensed her body, back arching, Aria pushing her hand deep as she bit down on the sensitive flesh of her clit. Juices flowed across her hand as she came hard, crying out in a passionate release. Aria kept sucking as the waves of orgasm flooded her body, keeping at it until she felt her sag down in relief.
"That, was delicious Aria", she panted. Aria grinned back at her, too aroused to care about anything else.
"Now it's your turn", she said, extending her hand. Aria took the offered hand and the Mistress pulled her up out of the pool with her. they walked over to a bed that was near where the angel stood silently chained to the wall. Aria realized that the angels were no threat here, though she could not begin to understand why. She helped Aria out of her bikini, admiring the firm small breasts and the new nipple ring that Aria had added after the angel had pierced her. Kneeling she pulled down her bottoms, not waiting until they were off before her tongue was snaking it's way between her legs. Pushing her back on the bed, the Mistress stood over her and smiled. "You taste wonderful".
Aria grinned and spread her legs invitingly.
The Mistress motioned to her Angel, who moved over to them silently, almost at the limit of his chain. "This is my special angel, would you like to see why?"
Not sure, Aria simply nodded. The Mistress reached back and massaged the Angels sheath, gripping it with a firm hand as she pumped. Soon the angels cock began to emerge, thick and long, it pushed out until  there was over a foot of his limp cock dangling from his sheath. Aria's eyes were wide as she watched his massive tool emerge.
"Now Aria, lets play..."

continued in Part IV - The Mistress

Schlup, Schlup, Schlup...

Aria stared off into the distance as far as the haze would allow, which really wasn't that far. She could see where a thick stand of trees had taken over what had been one in the endless number of suburban neighbourhoods sprawled across the countryside. Experience had taught her that those trees would hold dozens of the diurnal owls that had become so plentiful since the downfall of man. The owls had evolved over time, now working more like wolf packs. Sitting almost invisible in their trees, they swarm passing animals and people on silent wings, the victim not realizing what was happening until it was too late.

Schlup, Schlup, Schlup...

A delighted squeal from her right caught Aria's attention and she turned her head just in time to the face of the soldier banging her pussy from behind scrunch up as his cock twitched inside her and let loose its load. She finally spotted Pixie, arms and legs wrapped around the long thick shaft of one of the soldiers waiting in line to use Aria.

"NEXT!", the Captain called loudly.
"Yes Sir!", the next man in line retorted as he moved behind Aria.
"Proceed!", bellowed the Captain.
"Yes Sir, thank you Maam!", the soldier said as he quickly buried himself into her wet slit.

Aria turned her attention back to her tiny companion, watching her  delightedly kissing the cock she clung to. It was at least twice her size, but larger the cock, the more Pixie loved it. She gripped her arms and legs around it, pumping them up and down and stroking him with her whole body while showering the head with kisses and her wings vibrating behind her. She was certainly having more fun than Aria was.

The soldier had no idea what to do with this cock humping imp, and his cheeks reddened as the other men laughed at the bizarre sight. Ignoring them, Pixie cooed at her prize, making delighted little sounds that set everyone laughing anew. Even Aria could not help but chuckle as her soldier quickly finished his turn with a deep thrust of his cum spitting dick and pulled out. The Captain waved his next man on to his turn as he watched Pixie in action.

Aria barely  noticed the faceless man entering her as she watched Pixie work herself up to an orgasmic climax. The soldier was sporting a horrified look as Pixie shrieked happily at the sight of a clear blob of precum leaking out of the fat head. She licked it off eagerly, then looked up at the man with her best pouty face and purred, "Please daddy, may I have some more?" The poor man couldn't contain himself and let loose several thick squirts of cum that flowed over the cock head and down the long shaft. Pixie warbled like a bird as the cum coated her and her little body spasmed in the rush of orgasms that overwhelmed her body. Through it all she clung to the softening penis and licked up as much cum as she could, drinking it down like a water fountain.

Satisfied, she flew up and kissed the man on the cheek, her long dark red hair so soaked in cum that it looked black.
He couldn't help but grin as he thanked her, and his mates clapped him on the back in congratulations. After all, how often does one get a 'body job' from a Pixie?
"You have a woooonderful cock", she said as she flew over to Aria, landing perched on her ass where she could watch the latest soldier thrust himself in.
"Oooh, nice", she said watching the point of entry, "I bet that feels good, huh soldier boy?"
The flustered soldier mumbled something in reply then quickly lost control and spent his load into Aria. As he pulled out Pixie gave him the thumb up, "good job soldier boy, cum again soon", and broke into a fit of giggles.
She walked lightly up Aria's back and sat herself down on her shoulder.
"That's all of em," she said pointing back behind them where Aria's cum drenched pussy faced the troupe of soldiers and slowly leaked their seed onto the ground. "You owe me one", she continued, "I sacrificed myself with the big guy so you wouldn't get sore."

Aria arched her eyebrow at her as she stood, knocking Pixie from her perch.
"Ok", Pixie grinned, "I couldn't help it, it was soooo big!"
Rolling her eyes, Aria walked over to the water jug and took a ladle of water to clean herself off as best she could, taking care with her tender cunt. Servicing 24 men in a row was hard, even if most didn't last more than a minute or two. She pulled on her thick armored leather pants and gathered up her weapons, before going over to where the Captain sat discussing a map with his Lieutenant. He turned as she approached, reaching down for a sizable backpack that sat at his feet.
"Thank you miss", he said as he handed over the pack of valuable dried foods, "that will go a long way to keeping their morale up".
Aria nodded back, "I'd say my pleasure but I'd be lying Captain, but you make a fair trade. Too bad there aren't more of you Canadians around."
The Captain nodded as he saluted her, "Maybe we will meet again after we find 'The Base'".
Aria shook her head, "It's a myth Captain, it doesn't exist", she said quietly so only they could hear.
He dismissed her comment with a shake of his head, "We will find it."
"Goodbye", Aria said as she turned and walked gingerly down the hill with the cheers and whistles of the soldiers following behind.
"Why did you lie?" Pixie looked at her with questioning eyes.
"Because they don't understand that they will die there, it's not a haven for their kind."
Pixie nodded in understanding as she curled herself around the shaft of the sword protruding over Aria's shoulder.
The Captain watched them fade into the haze that surrounded the hill and almost everything else in these lands. She would have made a good soldier, he thought to himself. He hadn't taken part in filling her cunt, and his balls ached from the constant arousal of watching her delicious ass get pounded by his men. Soon it would be night and he could relieve himself privately. Until then, he turned back to his Lieutenant and the faded maps that would guide them to sanctuary.

the end.

"He's coming", she squeaked as she fluttered past.
Aria looks up from where she lay curled on the floor between two rusty barrels, eyes wide as she watched the sprite race down the decrepit hall.
"Are you sure", Aria shouted after her. The only answer was the faint sound of little wings fading away.
Dragging herself to her feet and recovering her worn sword, Aria sighed and trudged after the little sprite. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, grudgingly dragging one foot in front of the other. The hall was very dark and cluttered with debris, as was most of this abandonded city. Making her way through the maze by instinct more than sight she caught up to the nervous pixie.

Standing no more than six inches tall to her head, the tiny fay girl sported long dark red hair that complemented her bright red eyes. Her body was slender in an obviously feminine way, and her body language hinted at a rather naughty mind. The tiny leather clad Imp peered back over Aria's shoulder, sniffing the air.
"He's close", she said looking into Aria's green eyes.
Aria simply nodded as she looked around, getting her bearings. Some things were faintly familiar, but these places all looked the same. Hundreds of years of disuse and neglect hand turned the city into a rotting trap for the unwary. Friends had been lost simply falling through weak floors, never to be seen again.

A growing cacophony of sound drew her attention back the way they had come. Something was coming. Fast. She steeled herself to stand still under the growing onslaught of sound. Running would just make her tired and easy prey. Here was as good a place as any to make a stand, he already had her scent.

The walls shook as he thundered from the gloom into the half light. With a squeal the pixie shot down the hallway as he skidded to a halt before her, his hooves scraping against the concrete floor. She looked up at him, her petite five foot six frame dwarfed by his nine foot height. His huge wings blotted out what little light there was, making it hard to see his equine face clearly. But his glowing blue eyes were clear enough, and they were fixed on her.

"Submit, girl", he said simply, the deep bass of his voice echoing strangely.
Aria screwed her face up into her best impish grin, "No", she replied.
He didn't move for a moment, just gazed at her with the piercing blue eyes and blinked slowly.
"I have sent others for you, where are they?"
Aria shrugged, "How would I know, they're your minions. Can't you keep track of them?"
The movement was so quick that in the dark she almost missed it. A bare fraction of a second longer and her story would be over. She dived to her left as the whip cleaved the air where she had been a moment before, cracking like thunder. Rolling back to her feet she ran down the intersecting hallway at full speed, lithe body springing her over obstacles in her path. He was close behind. The narrow tunnel gave her the advantage until finally she burst through a set of doors and into a huge open warehouse that stood almost completely empty but for some equipment near the center. Gasping for breath she sprinted to the middle, almost making it before the whip caught her ankle and brought her down.

She rolled onto her back as he stood over her. Warm blood from her split lip seeped into her mouth, her sword had fallen somewhere out of reach. Now she could see him clearly, a magnificent creature. Shaped like a man, but with the legs of a horse and a long equine face. His torso was thick and muscled, and his long black wings burst out of the back. Aria had seen lesser ones before, but this one was beautiful in his strength. And cruelty.

Without speaking he reached down and grasped her in a clawed hand and easily lifted her into the air. He carried her to the center of the machinery that surrounded them, where a single solitary chain hung from the ceiling far above. His wings curled around to lift her as he bound her wrists to the chain. Her feet dangled above the floor as she slowly rocked back and forth. Grinning wickedly he stepped back and raised his whip.

The first blow hurt the most as it hit her side and split her leather top. Each strike was carefully placed to tear her clothing from her body. He paused considering her exposed form. Moving closer he examined her small scarred breasts, snorting a little laugh as her nipples crinkled up under his touch. Taking the handle of the whip, he rubbed it on her smooth shaved cunt. He lifted it to his nose, enjoying the scent of her juices that now coated the leather.

Crouching down he licked at her wet slit with his fat, rough tongue. Never one to deny herself pleasure, Aria spread her legs and enjoyed the feeling of the hot dexterous tongue exploring her. The leathery texture gave her waves of painful delight as it scraped across her most sensitive places. She moaned and spread her legs wider, trying to push back against him. Pressing the fat knob at the end of the whip handle against her lips, he pinched her clit between his thick dry lips.

Her first orgasm came as he thrust the handle into her sex, the feeling of her lips stretching around it's smooth surface as his rough tongue licked her triggered a wave of release through her body, the first what seemed like an eternity, but was really only a matter of days. Aria needed sex, far more than most.

He hooked his claw into her nipple, piercing it right through the center and pulling at it. The excruciating pain of it made her scream out and arch her back, the chains digging into her wrists. As he pulled and twisted the nipple, he pumped the long handle into her cunt in short ferocious strokes. Her body fed on the pain, her  pussy dripping as she climaxed. Writhing in her bonds, helpless before this massive creature, her body spasmed in a long hard orgasm. If it was going to be her last, she was going to enjoy it. As the feeling faded, she was left in a state of calm, a low warm buzzing in the back of her mind.

The beast stepped back and admired his handiwork, the girl hanging limply in the air, whip still buried deep in her slit. She looked up at him, her eyes cold and hard.
"Still some life left in you girl?", he asked with a sneer, "That's good because I'm not done with you."
"That's too bad, beast, because I am done with you.", she said as she dropped lightly to the floor in a crouch.
"A neat trick little one, but it will not help you here. I will be taking my pleasure of you."
She smiled wickedly as she nodded her head to the unnoticed pixie sitting astride the machinery twenty feet away, "The only thing you will be, is dead."
The moment she got the signal from Aria, the pixie activated the old forging press. The two sides of it slammed into him in a fraction of a second, crushing him flat with a massive boom that rang in their ears for minutes after. Aria reached down and slid the whip free, curling it up and putting it in a bag she had tucked away under the machine.
"I bet whoever made this thing wouldn't believe what we are using it for", Aria said smiling at her companion.
"I don't care, I'm hooornny Aria!"
Casting one look back at the oozing mess pulverized in the press, she threw her bag over one shoulder as Pixie settled on the other.
"You're always horny Pixie, that's why we get along."
"He was very pretty", she sighed as she sat on Aria's shoulder and rubbed herself.
"Yes he was, but most Angels are."

The end...