Chapter 01

"I can't help it! I'm envious as fuck!" Sara yells as she points to a young boy showing off his newfound abilities to his classmates by flying effortlessly above the playground.

"And I can't help but worry he's gonna fall and break his neck." I respond earning an "aww you'll be the greatest dad one day" from Sara as we walk past the school on our routine walk home from work.

"Isn't he too young to be able to control it so well? You reckon he's a pusher or a power?" – I ask inquisitively, trying to start a conversation we've had many times before.

There was an incident in 1998 where a young boy in Sweden was caught starting fires whenever he cried. This became news sensation across the world but before long, similar incidents were popping up all around the world. Since then the world has drastically changed, some say for the better, others see it as the start of the end of the world. The world quickly learned that almost everyone developed a minor ability to affect part of the world. This had been going on for just about 20 years now and people were still arguing about the specifics along with a plethora of theories as to why it started. But no one has any real idea why.

"He's a pusher" she declares as she scans the boy with her abilities. I can always tell by the way her eyes light up bright-blue and her stare becomes slightly vacant "If you look closely babe, you can see the sand around him is lifting into the air as well. He's clearly a forcer".

I know she can't help herself, if she truly believes someone may have a power, she would report it online immediately in one of her blogs or forums. Powered people are believed to have been given a gift and they are often seen as celebrities in the world and many of them become superheroes. It's estimated less than 1% ofthe world has unique powers and some are even rumoured to have multiple.

Sarah is a Static pusher and can manipulate electric currents in the air. She uses this to scan people's bodies and she is one of the very few people in the world that can tell the difference between normal humans and pushers or powers. She has a cool range of abilities, but she usually only uses one or two of them. Mostly for white hat hacking and searching the internet for fun facts.

"I would have thought Power, the way he's flying doesn't really look like a normal forcer" I say trying to sound smart as I squeeze her hand slightly to bring her attention back to the flight pattern of the boy.

Forcers are people who can manipulate gravity. They are often seen flying as they can reverse the gravity around them. Although it often looks as if they're swimming in the air as it's not the easiest ability to master.

Me and Sara continue discussing our hope to one day walk past that primary school and find someone springing into their newfound power. Powers can be awe-inspiring as well as terrifying, and I've heard stories about heroes from all over the world. There are many rumors going around about Superheroes and not a lot is actual fact but mere speculation. The government funds any superhero wanting to use their powers for good and they seem to keep all secrets tight within those factions.

Me and Sara arrive back at our studio apartment in the Eastern Suburbs of Sydney.

"I'm gonna grab a quick shower, I stink from soccer practise" I say while sniffing my armpits and make a face towards my partner.

"I'll join you in a minute, just have to check an email from work" she responds.

I step into my narrow bathroom and take off my soccer jersey, socks and my shorts. I rarely wear underwear as I've recently come to enjoy catching girls sneaking a glance at the outline of my bulge as I run around on the field. I look in the mirror and assess the level of grime I picked up from the last game. I run my hand through my dark light hair that stands up with thick volume. My green eyes dash across my light brown skin that my African-European decent left me. I stroke my chest and stretch my arms feeling the soreness across my firm pecks and arms. My hands glide down towards my stomach where I wish I had more of a six pack, but it is smooth and hairless instead, except for the trail leading down to my pubes.

I've often hoped that I'd grow more hair on my chest as I got older but I'm now 19 and still only have a small awkward patch of hair in between my pecks. Serves no purpose I scoff to myself as I step into the shower. I start washing myself while thinking about having to go out to meet my mate at the botanical gardens to help him film something for his uni. Probably another video about how he can make plants do what wanted. He's known to be one of the strongest Earther's in Sydney from what I've heard.

Earthers can manipulate dirt but more impressively they can make plants grow and change. Some very powerful Earthers can even bend plants beyond their normal capacity.

A few short moments later Sara steps into the bathroom and walks up and pulls the shower curtain away so I can get a view of her body. Sara is 5'4 and with a toned body, c cup breasts and black hair that she curls. She almost never wears make-up. This only adds to her natural libararian style beauty.

She plays with her body for several minutes meanwhile watching me play with my cock until it's hard in my hands. I start stroking my uncut cock back and forth feeling the sensation of my skin pulling over my cock-head over and over.

That's when her phone rings and she dashes out of the bathroom.

I yelp at the emptiness I feel, and I'm left without a satisfying end, but I know she'll come back to finish the job she started, she's not that cruel. I sigh at the dedication my partner has to her work at the research facility. It's been getting more and more intense for her at work lately, but she's been close lipped about it. I guess she believes I may not understand the techno jargon of it all, so I've decided not to push it.

"who the hell is disturbing us in this holy moment?" I yell out with a smirk across my lips.

A few seconds pass and then I hear her scream briefly. "What is it? Are you okay or do you need rescuing from another huntsmen?" I scream out in response.

She is terrified of spiders and Australia is known to have some big ones around. I turn off the tap as I finish up and try to dry myself quicker than normal in case it's something serious going on with Sara. Just as I'm stepping out of the shower, I hear muffled sounds and a loud bang on the bathroom door.

My heart starts pounding in an instant and I fear the worst. I quickly run out just to catch Sara's legs being dragged out of the apartment. Fear hits me like a jolt and all instincts kick in and I know I have to run out the door as fast as I can. I take one stride towards the door as I feel something shift behind me and everything goes black.

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2025-09-25, 07:29 PM 
I wake up and find myself in bed, it's not my own bed and I notice a groggy feeling slowly drifting away. I force myself up on my hands as I scan the room, I'm in. It's small and square with the bed being the only item in the room. At the opposite wall facing the bed I see a big metal door with a latch at the top reminding me of a prison door. I can't be in prison, can I?

I scoot my legs out from under the blanket I had been wrapped in and find that I'm stark naked. I've always been a bit insecure about my body as I used to be chubby in my early teen years which caused me to become focused on my swimming and strength training to get on top of it. However, I still feel highly uncomfortable naked around people.

I blush and quickly think about the fact that whoever put me in this cell has seen me naked, not cool! I look to make sure there wasn't a camera in the wall, but I still cup my genitals as I run up to the door in my naked state.

I get up and pound on the door "Hey! What the fuck is going on here?!"

"Quiet down over there! There's no need to scream" I hear a voice say. It's coming from the wall by the bed and I quickly jump back. Pressing my ear against the wall I try to make out the voice as clearly as possible.

"What's going on here mate? I was fucking attacked in my own home, so don't tell me to shut up. Where the hell am I, what's going on?"

"whoa, aren't you foul mouthed" the male voice returns with what I now recognize as a British accent. "I don't need to be turned on right now so I'll ask that you keep your dirty talk for when we're in a more intimate setting" he retorts with what I can hear is a clear flirtation.

"How the fuck can you be so relaxed? Of course I'm freaking out" I admit as I feel myself starting to unravel at all the possible scenarios that could be before me. Torture, being locked up even though your innocent. "Sara, oh fuck! My girlfriend was taken, she's a static forcer, maybe they want her for something, I don't know, I don't know. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

"Calm yourself boy. I'll get you out. I work for the `Powers that Serve', you may have heard of me." He declares in a calm polite manner in a clear attempt to try and calm my nerves. After a brief pause, he continues. "My name is Crimson, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, now who might you be, Mr. Straightboy looking for his missing girlfriend?"

My eyes go wide as he says that name in such a calm manner as if it were an everyday occurrence to meet one of the strongest men in the entire country. Crimson is one of the best-known faces in all of Australia as he's part of the `Powers that Serve' or `PS' as they often go by. A group of superheroes with unique powers that maintain order whenever someone tries to use their powers to commit crime.

Crimson is rarely shown on television during his battles as his powers to manipulate blood makes it so he's most powerful when he's naked. There's been much debate on whether he must be naked when he fights or if he's just an exhibitionist, he has also mentioned that his powers are the reason for his constant erection as well.

Sara often giggles and uses her static abilities to show a holograph of Crimson in full nudity, often with a hard-on showing off his long rod which I know is 7 inches as Sara can't help but gather more data than she needs, when she searches online using her abilities. I even remember arguing with Sara over her fondness for displaying overtly sexual pictures at home at inopportune times. She even showed me a picture of the `Slippery Hunk' while I was eating one day, completely putting me off the meal. The Slippery Hunk is a villain who can project a liquid from his body that can make any surface it touched slippery, hard or sticky at his will. He does this by spitting or more forcefully by puking but Sara loves reading online forums and multiple people have mentioned he's able to secrete this liquid through any orifice. I eventually lost the argument with Sara as one of the many reasons I love her, is for how devious and sexually curious she's always been.

After several moments I finally calm myself enough to reply. "I'm Lucas... And yea, I know who you are."

"Wonderful!" he remarks. "I'll get us out of here, I just need to wait another hour until it gets a bit darker outside, hold tight until then"

I have no clue how he could tell the time outside with no clock or windows, but I do as he says. I try to press him for more information, but he declares that there are guard rotations outside the doors that can overhear everything, and it wasn't safe to discuss further. I assume he knows this the same way he can tell time without having a window in the cell and he must have told me his plan to rescue me when no one was around. I lay back in my bed trying to think of who could possibly want my partner. I get furious at the thought that I'm completely `regular', as people have come to know unpowered individuals.

Nearly 50% of the world was known to have a minor or major ability but some humans went a lifetime without displaying anything at all and were deemed regular which has become an overtly rude thing to call someone. After what seems like a lifetime, I finally hear something coming from the wall between myself and Crimson.

I hear cracking sounds that increase in volume until I jump out of bed putting my back against the far wall. Just as I do, the wall crumbles in a door like shape from the ceiling to the top of the bed, making the bed fall to the ground. I stare at the man in front of me as he strikes a classic hero pose with his hands on his hips as he pushes out his chest. "Dumm da dumm!" he declares in a childish manner as I eye him and notice that he has in fact a complete raging hard-on between his legs. He is in his early 20's and his black hair is in a slicked back fashion and his eyes are dark brown that stand out from his white skin. He looks to be 5'7 and with a pretty toned body. I can see nearly every vein on his body making his cock look that much harder as there are multiple veins stretching across his uncut cock. I notice he's dripping some pre-cum a bit. He is incredibly muscular looking as if he spent most of his days in a gym. Must be all the workouts that heroes do I think to myself feeling a tinge of jealousy that I wasn't quite as built has he was.

"A mere thank you should suffice. But if you felt the need to appreciate my efforts in a different, way, I wouldn't mind." He says as looks me up and down while lingering on my flaccid member dangling between my legs while licking his lips.

It's strange behaviour from anyone but it's only amplified by his polite British accent. What a fucking weirdo.

I immediately bring my hands to cover myself again as I get angry at his absurd behaviour. "What the fuck kind of hero are you anyways? You can't just say shit like that... Sorry but I'm not interested." I blurt as I try to look as casual as possible while I pick up the blanket from the ground and give it a good shake before wrapping myself up to cover up as best as possible. I step into his cell which is a mirror image of mine. "Where to now?"

"Two moments my dear" he says as he walks up to the wall facing away from the door and he runs his finger on it and I notice it leaves behind a bit of a red mark. Blood.

"I thought you could only control others blood, and even then, only through touch." I say to him as he focuses on the wall.

"That's a belief I prefer people keep thinking. My powers have often had me mistaken for a villain because of I happen to be able to control blood. I don't need to add more fear, now do I?" He says looking back at me making a sad face as he scans the blanket wrapping me up.

I simply scoff and look away. I need to get out of here, so I can look for Sara. As he finishes running his fingers across the wall, I see the blood seep into the stone as it starts to vibrate and before I know it the whole wall crumbles in a pile, leading us into what looks like a hallway going in two directions.

I look around but see no signs of more cells. The hallways are in a similar appearance as the cells. With grey blocks making up all walls and the floor is flat cement. There is fluorescent lighting across the corners in the ceiling reminding me of a bunker of some sort.

"I need to find my girlfriend. They took us together, so she must be here somewhere" I state as I try to make an informed decision of where to go.

"No, she's not. For now, our only priority is getting out of here alive, the guys that took you mean serious business and I know for a fact that all forcers have already been taken out of here. They were keeping me locked up until their boss came, and trust me, that's someone you never want to meet. I have no clue why they were keeping you alive. Let's hurry, we need to go this way" he says pointing right down a hallway.

"I can't leave without knowing for sure"

I quickly dart down the opposite corridor and as I turn the first corner I run straight into a wall. Face first. I fall to the ground on my ass dropping my blanket in the process. I realize that the wall I had run into was the back of a man. A mountain of a man is more accurate of description. He turns around and before me stands what looks like an army general. He's easily 6'8 with muscles threatening to break his shirt and military pants as he glares down at me with his blue eyes and light brown skin and classic crop cut hairdo.

"I thought I heard something... How the hell did you get out?" He says looking surprised and angry to see me. "You're going back to the boss. He'll be really pleased to see you. But until then you're going to please my crew. Now get the FUCK BACK TO YOUR CELL" He yells making me shake in fear as his voice booms in the small hallway. He opens his mouth wide and before I can move I'm are completely drenched in a sweet-smelling clear liquid. That's when I realise I ran into none other than the Slippery Hunk.

I gasp for air as the feeling of being completely enveloped by this warm liquid throws me off. It reminds me of baby oil, but the smell is that of melted gummy bears.

I try to get up to run away but my hand slips on the ground. I try to get up onto my knees, but they fail just as easily to grip onto any surface. I feel like Bambi, an utter child as he looks down and laughs at my ridiculous struggle to do the most basic human movements.

"This should make draining my crew of their pent up cum with your tight ass much easier" He says with another hearty laugh.

I look around in terror for anything that could save me in that moment. I glance back to the corner I came from hoping to see Crimson and a split second later, he's there.

He seems to be holding something in his hand, he opens his palm and blood is splattered on the general who freezes immediately.

"You glorious piece of man meat, a shame you had to go and be so evil. I would not have minded being your toy for a day" Crimson blurts out as he walks up to me while eyeing the paralyzed man up and down. "Come now boy, we need to leave, I can only hold him for so long."

I reach out my hand to be helped up, but I notice Crimson staring at me and refusing to help.

"help me up, I'll go with you, let's get out of here" I say as I notice his indecisiveness.

"I can't touch you now, that liquid won't come off you for another hour, but it will rub off on me if I touch you. Why'd you have to go and be so reckless. Hold still, this is going to hurt a bit".

He bites his finger and multiple drops of blood are dripping onto me and then he turns to walk away.

"Hey!" I yell out as he's leaving until I feel a pull and suddenly, I'm moving, or sliding is the right word. "This doesn't hurt at all" I say expecting pain after his statement.

"I didn't say it would hurt you, now did I" He says with a strained voice making me realise pulling me like this must be affecting him somehow. I feel a pang of guilt at the situation I put both of us in by trying to be a hero. He starts walking faster and turning the corner as I start to slide on the floor in complete humiliation. I try to stand up but fail time after time, eventually I settle for sitting on my ass as he is seemingly dragging me by the blood. I feel the pull from within my body and there is a warmth that comes with it.

Eventually he turns another corner and comes to a door that he quickly opens. It looks like a janitor's closet with shelves filled with cleaning supplies and buckets on the floor.

"What are you doing, I thought we needed to escape?" I say as he closes the door behind us.

"To escape we need to wait, we're three levels underground, and I can't fight my way out of this entire place alone. I've sent a signal so all we have to do is wait a few hours. The team are on their way. Being a hero is not always about blood death and glory. Now, we need to go into this grate, and wait here until help arrives. When I found this place, I was still alone, and I haven't had time to find a good enough hiding space that can easily fit two people, so we'll have to make do, it's going to be rather, intimate. But it's for our own survival."

I look at the grate at the bottom corner of the room, on top of it sits a bucket. Crimson removes the bucket and starts to lift the grate. As I look down in what must be an old sewer access, I realise that going in there with him, I would have no space to move.

I've always been a bit terrified of cramped spaces and this won't be easy but knowing we're are sitting ducks otherwise brings a level of calmness to the decision.

He slides me in slowly and as I fall in my feet slip and I bang my knees on the metal walls as I'm even unable to fully slip in this tight space, forcing me into a semi standing position with bent knees. The hole is just tall enough for me to stand in.

Crimson starts heaving himself down after me and a few seconds later I look up and his cock is staring me in the face. I panic.

"Oi! Go down the other way! I don't want your prick sticking into me for god knows how long. Does that thing ever turn off? Fuck that.". I declare in an upset tone.

"Oh, you should only be so lucky, but as you please, I am the hero after all." He says with a roll of his eyes, but I can gleam a smile as he turns around and I get his butt starting to come down instead. He makes a show to ensure he stops a few moments when his ass is pressing up against my face, he wiggles suggestively rubbing his cheeks against my slime covered face. I simply face the other way. Refusing to be bothered by this ridiculous hero.

Once he is in, I realise that the space we're in leaves no room between us at all. My flaccid cock is between his cheeks and my stomach is pushed against his back and my firm chest is pressed tightly against him with every breath. Once Crimson is in, he bites his already bloody finger bit more and by manipulating the blood he's able to cover up the manhole and even move the bucket back in place, leaving no trail of where we are.

I try my best not to panic at the thought of the tight space we're in. I'm starting to feel claustrophobic when Crimson starts wagging his ass on my dick. The slick oil covering me makes every move enticing and I force myself not to get hard as I don't want to give him the satisfaction.

"Stop that! I know I'm 19 but I'm not so young I'll just spring a boner from anything. You're tough out of luck buddy." I say with the knowledge that I'll be able to keep myself sane enough to remain flaccid in this small space with a gay guy.

"Oh, is that so? What could I ever do to make the blood rush to your cock? Oh wait..." he says as the feeling of warmth I had before comes back and instead of enveloping my entire body now moves with precision down to my dick which immediately gets engorged with an intense heat.

I feel it rise from the bottom of his ass to stand erect pointing right between his cheeks towards his lower back. Like a hot dog in a very slick and wet bun... He immediately starts wiggling what little room there was, and I notice the soreness in my balls, left from my unfinished business with Sara before.

"Fucking stop it man!" I yell in an angry tone.

He immediately stops and with a tone more serious than before he says. "Shut up, someone's coming. Not a sound or we're both dead".

A second later I hear someone opening the door above. I realize I can't possibly say anything, or I'll be found out but Crimson sees this as an opportunity and continues moving his hips a little to the left and a little to the right. Just enough to play with my cock between his cheeks. Pinching and clenching his cheeks.

I listen for someone but can't hear anything, but I know the door is still open, so the danger is still there. I feel furious as the man in front of me continues to try to arouse me in an effort to get me off. I reach into my mind to try to think of things that turn me off, like old people. I try to bring as many images in my head as possible to undo the effect that Crimson had on my dick but with no luck.

Eventually my mind drifts back to the moment in the shower only a few hours ago. How it felt when I pushed my cock against her wet hole. I can almost feel it now. That's when I realise that Crimson has been sliding up on his toes ever so slightly and my cock is now perfectly pressed against his pucker.

I try to tell him to stop by pushing him off, but the slick coating makes it impossible to get a proper grip on him. That also means my dick slides in with ease as he breathes out and lowers himself onto my engorged cock. A second later he starts pushing down and I feel my dick filling his tight slick hole more and more. I know I can't make a sound as there are enemies above us, so I'm left with no choice but to stand still as Crimson starts moving his muscly ass up and down my shaft.

I can tell he's getting worked up from the way his breathing is laboured. Any effort I had previously made to try and think of disgusting things is now impossible. His ass is tighter than anything I've ever felt and as he takes inch by inch into him, I close my eyes as the warmth envelopes my cock and the sensation takes over.

He pushes all the way down to my shaft and I know he was able to take all of me but not with ease as I can make out his face is crunched in what can only be a combination of pain and pleasure. I don't have the lengthiest of dicks out there, but I know for a fact that my girth is way above average which has often led to many satisfied sexual encounters. He rests for a moment with my entire length inside him before he starts pushing back and forth with vigor.

I feel helpless as he forces my cock inside his tight slick ass. I can't move away, I can't push him away and I can't make a sound. I can't stop myself a few times from pushing back in ever so slightly along his rhythm as the sensation grips me, he clenches his already tight pucker as a reward every time making it harder for me not to repeat. I lose myself inside him and before long I feel wave after wave of pleasure as I shoot my hot seed inside his ass. I can feel my cum dripping down my cock and out of his asshole and onto my feet. I've always been a big shooter, but I swear this load was much bigger than normal. I must have been pent up from my previous encounter.

As I think back to the shower and to Sara, I'm filled with an incredible pain of guilt at what had just happened. My cock is still semi erect and has remained inside Crimson as there is no room to get it out. I feel tears building as I think of how upset she will be and how I betrayed her trust.

I resign myself to not think about it until she's back in my arms and this hellish nightmare is over.

After what I estimate to be just over an hour, a very silent frustrating hour, I start hearing noises from above and before I know it Crimson is lifted out of the grate by none other than Australia's number 1 Hero. The Drop Bear. As Crimson is lifted out my cock finally slides out of his ass for the first time, and a huge volume of my cum is dripping from his ass from what ended up being multiple loads over the course of the hour we were stuck. Eventually I'm lifted out and what I hoped would be the end of it...

Turned out to be only the start.

After school, I waited for Austin Lopez by the emergency exit, just past the football field. I gazed at my watch for the fifth time. He was over twenty minutes late.

I twirled my car keys as I looked around. I had just come from my shift at the diner and the late summer heat of Wisconsin was quickly becoming unbearable. Being a mom at 21 is pretty common around these parts, but I never expected to be playing step-mother to an 18-year-old brat, the son of my lover. My King, Jahil Lopez, a truly magnificent vision of a man; tall dark and handsome, with his slicked back hair, caramel colored skin, and his stunning dark eyes. He worked as a mechanic at a small shop down by the University. Just picturing his sexy smile makes my panties wet.

I started to walk around. It was possible Austin was simply coming from a different direction.

I was about twenty feet away when I saw it: Austin was under the bleachers performing oral sex on a large older man. He was Caucasian maybe in his sixties, with the build of a trucker.

I quickly hid behind a dumpster. I knew how to fight. But with me being a skinny white girl, I didn't think I could take on someone of his size.I pulled out my phone in case I needed to call the police. Then the thought occurred to me, Austin was Hispanic, the son of an immigrant. So in this backward Wisconsin town if I called the police who were they more likely to arrest?

Austin had never given any indication of being homosexual. I was afraid he was being forced against his will, like some sort of sick hate crime. Austin was on his knees, he used both his mouth and hands as the man held him by his hair. When the man finished Austin licked him clean before standing up.

I watched as the man removed his wallet from his back pocket. From where I stood I could see that was not the only thing he had in his back pocket.He handed Austin some money. Then just as quickly he grabbed him by his waist, opening his jeans. "Kid, how much to fuck your hot Mexican ass?"

I cupped my hand over my mouth, my whole body was shaking. The guy had just come in Austin's mouth. Whatever plans he had for Austin's ass would likely involve foreign objects.

Austin caught the assailant's wrist. He twisted it so hard the man fell to his knees in pain. "You couldn't afford it."

The man got back up. He grabbed Austin by the throat. I watched in horror as the man pulled a gun with his free hand. Using the pistol he lifted Austin's black t-shirt, pressing the barrel against his ribs. He stroked the pistol down Austin's abs, poised to blow his dick off. "You listen to me you little wetback piece of shit. After I pull the trigger I'm going to ram this gun up your tight little ass. I'm going to fuck you until you bleed out like the animal that you are."

Austin smiled his Cheshire-cat smile. "Are you really, now?"

"Damn right I am! And when the police find your body, they'll all know how you died like a little bitch."

"What `they' are you referring to?"

"I'm talking about your whore of a mother and your dozen siblings all sitting at home living on welfare, while your daddy stands outside a Home Depot."

My mindset went from fear to anger. Austin didn't have a large family with a mother who stayed home to raise the children. That was a life he could only dream of. In my heart I was screaming, but Austin was only smiling.

The man released Austin, shoving him away. He was still aiming the gun at Austin's chest, but now his hands were trembling. "What the fuck is so funny, boy?"

Austin shook his head as his hand started to glow. "You are totally right, my poor mother would be so disappointed in me." He raised his hand, putting up an energy shield directly inside the man's chest. "Only thing is my mother was a total bad-ass. She taught me everything I know."

The attack sent an electrical shock through the man's body. With the bastard lying in a quivering heap, Austin proceeded to empty the man's wallet. "No one calls my mother a whore."

Austin put the gun down the back of his pants, under his t-shirt. "Sunny, you can come out now."

I emerged from my hiding place. "I thought he was going to hurt you."

Austin chuckled as he lit a cigarette. "I can handle myself. I turn tricks all the time."

"You shouldn't...you shouldn't let people hurt you."Austin put his arm around my shoulder. "Do I look like the one who's hurting?"

"Does your father know what you're doing?"

"My old man knows that I have sex for money. Little white girl, you don't know my life."

"Little white girl? Ok then, arrogant Hispanic cum-slut."

Austin started to walk away.

"What? You don't like my nickname for you?"

"Piss off, Sunny."

"Make me."

Austin hurled an energy blast at me, but I dodged. I grabbed a lid off a trash can hurling it at his face. Austin blocked but in doing so he tripped.

I shook my head. "...such a loser." Then I noticed the scrape on his face. "I'm so sorry."

"Just go, I can walk home."

Austin took off his shirt revealing his back. The glittery light blue veins flickered, like a dying light bulb.

"What am I supposed to tell your dad?"

"Tell him whatever you want. Or just spread your legs for him."

I walked towards the car but then I turned back. My hand grazed over Austin's cheek, healing the wound. "Goodbye."

Since I was the first to arrive home I put a pot of water on the stove to make spaghetti.

Austin's father, Jahil, took the bus to and from work. When he came through the door I noticed his mouth was bleeding. He had a busted lip with bruising on his jaw.

He took a seat on the recliner. "Sunny, could you bring me a beer?"

"Of course, baby. What happened?"

"President Trump happened."

"Did you at least incinerate the bastard that did this?"

"Bastards- there were four."

I handed Jahil his beer. "I'm so sorry."

Jahil opened the bottle with his bare hands. "Sunny, you don't need to apologize for your fellow white Americans." He took a long drink, practically emptying the bottle. "And I would have gladly killed them, had there not been children present."

I kissed Jahil's mouth, my healing energy connected with his red magic. "Release your energy. You know I can take it."

Jahil was more than a mechanic. My lover wielded the power of a Mayan God. "Sunny, I'm really not in the mood."

My hands went for his belt. "But you know what happens to your body if you don't."

"I don't need you to explain my powers."

"But you do remember what condition you were in when I first found you. Jahil, I love you too much to watch you go through that again."

As I exposed his hips I could see horrific bruising. It was clear Jahil had been repeatedly kicked in the stomach.

I kissed him along his hips before moving to his thick shaft. Using my sparkling energy I massaged his foreskin while my lips and tongue worked the tip.

I loved how hard he was becoming.

"We could get married," I said as my lips moved to his sweaty testicles.

I could feel my man gripping my hair. "You could apply for a green card."

I kissed him along his newly healed hips. "We could move to California, just the two of us."

I looked up at his face. Jahil was looking at his wedding band, stroking it with his thumb. "What would that change? Do you think the men who punched me in the face would have reconsidered if I was married to a white girl?"

I quickly looked away. "You're right, marrying me wouldn't change anything."

It was out of love I deep throated his massive cock while focusing my powers on his bulging testicles. He came hard, filling my mouth with his metallic gold cum.

Austin came through the door. He reeked of alcohol. "Sunny, the pot on the stove is over boiling."

I quickly went to the kitchen to turn off the stove. I felt myself starting to cry. "I'm sorry."

"Sunny, I just told you, you don't need to apologize on behalf of your race."

"It's not that. I'm sorry I can't bring Helen back to you." My chest hurt so bad I couldn't breathe. "I can't even cook!"

I ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. Austin was laughing. "Now who's the fucking loser?"

"Austin!" Jahil roared. "I will not tolerate such disrespect for the woman I love."

I could hear Jahil approach. "Sunny, please open the door."

I'm not her, I could never be her. I love you with every beat of my heart. All I want is to be the woman you deserve.

With my back to the door, I could hear Jahil and Austin's conversation.

Jahil's voice was quivering, "Perhaps I should consider buying Sunny a ring. Something simple, just to show her how much she means to me."

"Dad, that bitch is not worthy of our family."

"Austin, Sunny did save my life. I know she could never replace your mother..."

"Damn right! My mother was a warrior- Sunny is just a white trash slut!"

As I feel asleep in the bathroom I thought back to the day I first met Jahil and his son. I had been driving down the back roads for no particular reason when I spotted what appeared to be an abandoned truck.

My father had always stopped to assist stranded motorists. Even though it was probably a safer hobby for him than for me, on that fateful day I felt the need to pull over.

I walked around the truck. "Hello?" There was no one in the driver or passenger seat.

"Please help me," a voice pleaded. It was coming from the truck bed.

I climbed up. There I found a tall Hispanic man lying under a thin blanket. He was shivering in the triple digit heat.

I wondered why he had been abandoned. But one thing was certain: he needed water. I pulled out a plastic water bottle and held it to his dry cracked lips. "Here sir, have some water."

The man struggled to swallow. The way his throat contorted, it was as if he was swallowing a mouth full of thumb tacks.

I stroked my fingers over his throat. My powers soothed away any tension.

"Let's try that again." I continued to offer him sips until the bottle was empty.

It was then the man opened his eyes. His eyes were pale and milky. His hand reached out to me. "May I touch your face?"

I held his hand, his fingers were freezing cold. "Why are you out here? Are you alone? I can get you to a hospital."

"My son," he said his voice barely a whisper, "he went into town for food and medicine."

"Why didn't he take you with him?"

"I am unable to walk due to the fever. The pain in my head has become unbearable."

"Let me take you to a hospital."

He shook his head. "My son wouldn't abandon me."

"What's your name?" I asked.

"I am called Jahil."

"I'm Sunny."

Jahil smiled. "Is that because you sparkle like the sunrise?"

"You mean my powers? That was the way my father described them: little Sunny with her little sparkles."

I caressed my fingers to his rough unshaven face. The man was clearly very sick. I needed to do whatever I could to ease his pain.

"Jahil, would it be alright if I held you?"

"I'd like that."

Using my healing energy I stroked his face over and over until he felt asleep. Then moving my hands under the blanket I touched the bare skin of his back, focusing on his organs. His heart was beating very slowly, and his lungs were struggling.

I fell asleep in Jahil's arms. Hours later I awoke to the sound of someone pounding their fist on the truck.

"Who's in there?" the voice was a younger Hispanic man, possibly the same age as me. "I see your car!"

Jahil held me close, his kissed my forehead. "Sunny, you must flee."

"No, I won't leave you."

"Sunny, you don't understand," Jahil pleaded. "Dad, I wasn't able to bring home any food but it sounds like you got that covered."

I sat up to face the kid. "Are you his son? How could you abandon your sick father! He could have died!"

"I'll pay you fifty dollars to fuck him."

"What?" This kid clearly was not his son, and Jahil was being held against his will. I smiled sweetly. "I'm Sunny, and you are?"

"Austin," he replied.

"Are you serious? That name is white as fuck."

"My name is none of your concern."

Jahil squeezed my hand. "Sunny, please run, forget about me."

I looked back at Austin. "Fine, I'll fuck your dad- payment up front."

Austin looked strong but I could defiantly take him down.

"Jahil, I'll get you out of here. I promise."

Austin handed me a fifty. "I'll wait in the front seat."

"You're not going to film it?"

"Why would I film it?"

I shrugged. "I don't know."

"Look, my old man is dying. His kidneys have stopped working, been pissing blood for days."

"Is that why you didn't leave him any water?"

"I love my dad. We're headed to Canada to get him into hospice care. I just wanted to buy him a little treat."

I looked around for a weapon. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sharp, light colored piece of wood. I made a mental note. "Why Canada?" I asked. "Just take him to Beloit Memorial."

Austin slapped me across the face. "My father's not a citizen! That's a great way to get him arrested!"

"Austin, please!" Jahil begged.

Austin got into the driver's seat and lit a cigarette. "...white trash bitches."

There were tears in Jahil's eyes. "You don't have to do this."

Under the setting sun, I removed the blanket. What I saw was breathtaking. Jahil wore only tattered jeans. His broad shoulders, his chest, and arms were so beautifully muscular. I opened the man's belt lowering his jeans.

I throughout high school I had given my share of hand-jobs, I thought I knew what to expect. But what Jahil possessed was like nothing I had ever seen.

He was so big- at least nine maybe even ten inches, and thick, the kind of cock that would break a girl's mouth.

Now I just needed a way to get him hard. If Austin was to be believed the source of Jahil pain was in his kidneys, so I would start there. I focused my power as my fingers gently moved down his stomach to his hips.

"Please Sunny, you don't do this."

"Either she fucks you or I blow her head off!" Austin shouted.

Well, that was random.

I stroked my fingers down Jahil's foreskin. There was a reason why I was the queen of hand jobs at my high school. My powers could bring any cock to life.I moved my hand to his testicles, massaging my energy into his body.

"Oh God, Sunny..."

There were plenty of naked folks at the festival but none grabbed my attention like this man. I would never have been so forward under normal circumstances; this was the exception. The heat must have been getting to me. I locked eyes with him and he slowed his pace, returning my gaze through slightly squinted eyes. We just stared like this until he stopped three feet from me. I looked him up and down, far more bold than I normally was at that age, and savored the look of him. I desperately wanted to run my hands over the hair on his firm, slightly rounded tummy and feel the heft of his uncut heat-swollen cock in my palm. I stared into his green eyes again while thinking these things, imagining them actually happening and his reactions to them.

Suddenly I saw his dick throb. His eyes looked strained and he appeared to be in a daze. I could see the ache in his face as his balls rose and tightened while I consciously willed him to give himself to me. His desperation reaching its peak, he broke the silence and begged me to take him somewhere we could be alone.

I was shocked but excited and partly mystified by what was happening. This man caught my attention and the longer I stared at him, the more it seemed like i was able to control him sexually. I groped his swollen dick, not giving any fucks about passersby. I could smell him much better now and my mouth began to water as I thought of burying my face in his burly armpits after four days in the desert.

He followed me to my tent (which was actually more of a yurt). No sooner did I tie the flaps shut than he put his thick arms around me and pulled my mouth close to his. His tongue felt hot, thick, and wet against my own. I was hard instantly and pulled his stout frame closer to mine. My hands explored the soft curves of his muscular legs and ass while we stood there. He moaned into my mouth while I massaged his furry butt and slid a finger up his ass crack. The feeling drove me wild and I lifted his arm to shove my face into the thick hair of his pit. He smelled divine, perfectly ripe and masculine, and it was made even more arousing by his total submission to me. He moaned as I pushed my face harder into his pits, tasting the salt and his natural musk.

I finally pushed him onto the air mattress and helped myself to each of his firm dark nipples, sucking them and alternating until both were engorged. This went on for a few minutes until he flipped himself over and presented his bubbly round ass to me, cheeks spread to reveal his twitching hole. I wanted to tease him a bit but couldn't hold myself back and instead dove face first into his ass, licking and sucking on his asshole as he moaned and pushed back into me. My tongue slithered its way past his sphincter and he shook with pleasure as I licked his tender insides.

I couldn't take all this buildup anymore. I pushed the fat head of my cock up against his deliciously swollen cunt and eased my dick into him. This whore of a man backed into me suddenly and my entire 7 inch cock disappeared into his ass. This drove me crazy and I pounded away at his hole, showing no mercy now that i knew he could take a rough fucking with just my spit as lube.

When I came, it was the biggest load I'd ever dropped. He told me his insides were flooded with cum and he wanted to keep my seed inside him as long as possible. Still on his knees, he kneeled straight up with my dick still inside and jacked himself off while I kissed his bull neck and ran my hands over his beefy chest and stomach. He quickly blew his load and it shot as far as the wall of the tent.

Then something strange happened. 'Just stay here,' I thought. 'Be my plaything for the rest of the trip.' As if by magic, he passed out on the air mattress. But surely he was just tired from getting fucked and cumming, right? Still... I don't know if it was the heat, the drugs, or the daze I was in after I came, but I started imagining things and testing them on him while he slept. I stared at his cock, still fat and swollen but not erect, and imagined a copious drip of pre-cum oozing out. Not two seconds later, wouldn't you know it? His dick was like a faucet as the clear, viscous nectar poured out. I sucked on it like I was drinking from a camelbak, not totally believing what was happening until I realized that I'd been swallowing giant gulps of the stuff. He remained fast asleep.

Curious, I tried something else. I stared at his beefy pecs and his perky brown nipples, willing them to swell. All of a sudden, both nipples became engorged again and throbbed with his pulse. I stared in disbelief and sent another wave of thoughts toward those swollen buds and they swelled even more. How was this possible? One would normally need a pump and a lot of patience to achieve these results. They continued to grow, now standing a full inch and a half above the dark hair on his chest.

Worried that I might still be hallucinating from the acid I'd done yesterday, I had to confirm what my eyes were telling me with my mouth. I sucked on his fattened nipples and felt my dick harden all over again as they continued to grow. They were real, alright. I eased off, not wanting him to wake up in shock, and just stared. They looked like fat udders just begging to be tortured. For shits and giggles, I imagined what it would look like for them to shoot milk out. I wish I hadn't done that because they both squirted a heavy dose of cream onto his body and onto my sheets. I sucked his left tit and willed only that one to squirt milk into my mouth. It was sweet and refreshing despite its warmth.

By this point, I had accepted everything that happened as reality. Somehow I developed the ability to not only exert some kind of mental influence on this man, but also to control his physiology. A million questions ran through my mind, but what was the point? Only I could answer them. I planned on leaving the tent and experimenting more with my newfound powers, but not before securing my new toy. I returned his nipples to their normal size, then I willed him to roll over onto his stomach and he obeyed, still asleep. I dug through my bag and produced a shiny black plug - he said he wanted to keep my cum inside, right? - and placed my hand under his beautiful cock to gather more precum as lube.

The plug was wide but I silently commanded his body to yield and the toy slid in easily. He yelped as the massive cone popped into place. I let him be and threw my clothes on before going outside and beginning my search for another subject.

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This is of course a complete work of fiction. I'm a 46-year-old happily married woman/slut with no kids. This story contains fictitious depictions of consensual sexual encounters between a Mother, Daughter and their realtor. Contains graphic depictions of Lesbian Incest/Anal/Adult Youth/Transgender and Sci-Fi.

My name is Danni. I was a, rich, promiscuous, spoiled rotten brat of an only child teenager. At 17-years of age this led to an unintended pregnancy. I was perfectly ready to go to a clinic and take care of the problem. However my Mother and Father and my Grandparents strictly forbade it. I cannot tell you how much I love and appreciate my family for taking a stand against me. I'll be honest, for the first few days after Kassie was born, I resented and maybe even hated all of them for making me go to term. Especially after the C-Section resulted in my pristine belly now having a large unsightly scar to show for it and 35+ pounds I was going to have to lose to make myself even halfway attractive to men. As I mentioned I come from money, an exceptionally wealthy family in fact. My trust fund alone is more than 200 million dollars. When Kassie turns 18, as the only grandchild she has her own $100 million trust fund waiting for her! When Kassie was 3-days-old I held her for the first time. What was my first experience holding my baby girl like? It was exactly like SHIT! Literally. I mean she shit her diaper with a pile of baby shit that would choke a camel! I was alone with her and tried to get our housekeeper Camilla to help me. She looked at me and said, "I'm a housekeeper, not a nanny, you need to learn to change your own baby's shitty diaper yourself!" I looked down at her tiny delicate body and mentally took myself back to my 7th grade Home Economics classes where we had lifelike dolls with baby food inside their diapers to simulate shit and went through the steps. After that oddly I started to feel the motherly connection to her. What really brought me around was that she was crying a couple nights later and I went and picked her up naked right out of the shower. As I picked her up and held her to my chest, her natural born instincts kicked in and she went right for and latched onto my nipple. Up to this point I had been pumping and bottle feeding her, but the second she suckled my nipple my pussy immediately gushed wet in a way I hadn't felt before and that made me fall in love with my precious little daughter. We've been inseparably connected ever since.

I was forced to grow and mature quickly with a child. Despite having the money to do so I chose not to hire a nanny and raised my daughter myself. But I never really outgrew my promiscuity completely. Kassie and I had moved into our own apartment in the city. I had always preferred to be naked than clothed and with no one but Kassie and I living in our apartment we essentially lived a nudist lifestyle. We visited a few exclusive nudist resorts, but I never cared for all the rules and such. Though I would never have to work I still managed to get myself through college and in fact by the time I was 22 I had managed to achieve a Masters Degree in Social Studies and began to volunteer my time and talents at a local homeless shelter. I tried to instill that same spirit into Kassie as she grew.

When Kassie was 13 we were working at the shelter one day when a freak thunderstorm hit. Kassie, a gifted athlete, was out on the playground playing basketball with some of the homeless kids. I went to the door and yelled at them to get their asses inside. Kassie yelled back, "Just one more basket Mom!" And then turned and ran towards the basketball pole and left the ground turning and arcing her body into a perfect reverse slam dunk! Suddenly out of the sky flew a brilliant blue bolt of lightning and struck the pole. Kassie was hanging from the rim backwards and the bolt of lightning traveled down the pole, through Kassie's body and back to the pole before grounding itself out on the ground. Kassie let go of the rim and deftly dropped to the ground as if nothing had happened. I ran to her screaming, asking if she was all right. She looked at me with a strange look on her face, "Why wouldn't I be alright?" "Kassie, you were just struck by lightning!" "No I wasn't Mom, I feel fine."

Once inside we watched the surveillance footage from the camera that covers the yard and Kassie was stunned to see herself be struck by the Blue Lightning bolt. "OH MY GOD! She exclaimed. Honestly Mom, I didn't feel a thing and I feel perfectly fine. In fact I feel even better than fine!" This was when the very first incident happened that we knew something had changed in her. She was looking at the computer monitor and said to me, "Mom roll it back so I can see it again. Before I had a chance to hit any keys the footage automatically rolled back to the exact spot where the Blue Lightning was striking Kassie. We both just kina looked at each other in disbelief. "Um, Mom, what just happened?" "I don't know baby, I didn't do anything. Try something else." Kassie looked at the computer and said, "I want to see porn movies of women fucking women!" Suddenly the screen was filled with hundreds of thumbnails of beautiful women engaged in various poses of lesbian sex. Kassie laughed a little, "I said that Mom, because I figured the network servers would block that request!" Suddenly the screen changed and the monitor was now populated by images of muscular naked men all with very large cocks! Then just as quickly pictures of women with huge cocks covered the screen. They were fucking women and shooting their cum in their pussy's on the women's faces. "Holy shit Mom, I just THOUGHT that and it showed up on the screen!" I told Kassie to try and clear the browsing history and just as she thought it the screen changed to Google and the history was wiped clean. Then we quickly packed up our stuff and headed home.

Once home as usual we both stripped down. Camilla who was still with us walked into the room, "I'll never get why you two enjoy running around naked so much?" Kassie took her by the hand and looked into her eyes and said, "Camilla, I've told you a thousand times, you just have to try it, then you'll know why we like it so much. It's the same as kissing a girl, you have to try it, then you'll know why we like it!" Kassie let go of Camilla's hand and came over and sat next to me on the sofa. Without a word Camilla started slowly rolling her hips very seductively and as if on autopilot her hands came up and began to unbutton the buttons at the front of her dress. Her dark sexy Bolivian body continued to sway and gyrate in a sexy striptease as more buttons came undone. Her C-cup cleavage was on full display as her pierced belly button came into view. She dropped her arms and the dress flittered to the floor revealing her awesomely gorgeous naturally curvy naked body. It was at this point we realized that both of Camilla's nipples were also pierced. Kassie stood and walked towards her, "So Camilla, how does it feel to be naked like us?" "Well sweetie you said it's like kissing a girl, I've never done that either." With that Camilla hooked one hand around Kassie's waist and pulled their naked bodies together and her other hand snaked around me sexy daughters neck and pushed their lips together. Damn was that an incredibly erotic sight! When they broke the kiss Camilla exclaimed, "I think I fucking love them both!" Then without missing a beat Camilla came over to the couch and climbed into my lap and kissed me too! "Fuck me, Camilla shouted, I think now I want to be naked all the time and kiss sexy girls, a lot of sexy girls!" I looked at my daughter and mouthed, did you do that?" She shook her head and whispered, "I only made her take her clothes off. The rest was all her." I was looking right at Camilla's big gorgeous pierced nipples right in front of my face and I just couldn't stop myself as I leaned in and took her right nipple in my mouth. Camilla cupped her breasts making it easier for me and offered the left one to me as well.

Kassie pulled Camilla off my lap and pushed her down on the couch then knelt in front of her. "Baby, we've just got to do something about all of this nasty stuff. Kassie said, as she stroked her fingers through our sexy housekeepers very thick black forest of pubic hair." "Well Kassie, I used to shave it, but the hair was so course shaving it caused ingrown hairs and I itched and hurt a lot." "No worries Camilla, I have a solution for that." With that Kassie, rubbed her hands together and then began rubbing her right hand over Camilla's mound. Each time she rubbed her fingers over the dark pubes, more and more of them went away till within about a minute Camilla's pubic mound was completely hairless and smooth. "You know Kassie, when I got my nipples pierced, I did it for an old boyfriend. He wanted me to get my clit hood done as well, but the girl at the piercing studio said my clit was just to small." "Oh, I think I can fix that too!" Kassie lifted and spread Camilla's legs wide and pulled her ass right to the edge of the sofa cushion. I watched as my sexy 13-year-old daughter placed her lips over Camilla's clit and sucked hard. She sucked for about a minute, then after backing away to look at it she dipped her head again, but this time she sucked on Camilla's pussy lips. First one, then the other. To my knowledge, just like me, my daughter had never licked a pussy before, but at this moment Camilla's head was thrown back and she was pinching, twisting and pulling on her big nipples and moaning like crazy. So it would seem she was doing everything right considering in less than 3 minutes she had Camilla right on the brink of an incredible orgasm. I was so tuned on, I even let my fingers wander between my legs and do a little dancing. Kassie quickly moved up and sucked one of Camilla's nipples, then went back down on her pussy. She did this 3 times and then for the first time ever I watched my housekeeper in the throws of climax at the hands of my virgin daughter.

CHAPTER 1

It was early in the morning when we were settled for the History class that was just rescheduled because of the rumors that haunted everybody in school in the last few weeks. Our classmate, the math geek Kurt Reid, had been found dead in the locker area just before our class ended in the evening. His body, as we saw it, was teared apart; His flesh scattered in the floor like some gruesome creature attacked him ferociously and consumed the flesh in his body. The school board and the police both agreed the murder was intentional, but the parents who rather believed there was a serial killer roaming around demanded to reschedule all the classes in the evening.

The students rather believe it was a mystical creature with an abberant face which hunts human flesh for food. Perhaps, imaginations caused some students to testify they have seen the creature once or twice in the government-protected forest just at the back of the school next to the open-air stadium. All of them who testified concured the creature looked like a scary-looking werewolf whose grey, nigh hairless skin was noticeable under the moonlight. The stories were appended by some adventurous groups of teenagers who intentionally camped in some parts of the forest to have sightings of the said creature. Yet, no one could actualy give evidences to the existence of the creature, and what everyone knew was that no one had been killed since Kurt. The school board hoped the rumors would fade and things would go back to normal soon.

I was staring at Kurt's empty desk at this moment when Russel Gred, the guy who sat next to him, came in, met my eyes for a second, and dropped into his seat. I turned my head away and looked outside by the window next to me.

Russel Gred had been making sudden, weird glances at me since the last time I saw him in the back of our house walking under the trees, half-naked. He was my nearest neighboor; His family lived in a modern-looking house next to an hectare of trees. His dad and my dad were friends and there was one time they did sit in our dinner table together. But because Russel only hangs out with Ash, Kyle, and Marco (the names you probably hear the most in school), I never befriended him nor I did have the intention to do so. When I saw him walking under the trees that time, he didn't talk to me and went straight to his way.

I didn't have any close friend at all and I didn't like the idea of letting someone invade my privacy. I walked the school hallway alone without anyone to stop by for a short conversation and I drove my car back home without anyone riding shotgun. I didn't occassionaly receive stares from people unless I stood in front of them for a school report. No one seemed to like the idea of reaching me out and make friends with me. In general, I was an introvert who only liked to do studying all the feilds of natural sciences.

I didn't even like learning about human behavior. Just few seconds ago, Russel looked to my direction and checked on me again. In my presumptous mind, he must have been trying to catch me staring at him; never did he knew I do it very rarely out of mistake: such moments like you were trying to look at something and he passed by and you met his eyes. He must have been bothered by something that I was not doing.

But granting I was constantly checking him out, why bother on me alone? With his physical appearance how couldn't he become used of people staring at him? I knew a lot of girls who dreamed of getting him laid. I heard it uttered by Jessica, Leah, and Maye themselves in the canteen. If he thought I was staring at him occassionaly, why bother with it?

Russel had mysetry in him and I could feel it. Yesterday, I was alone in an alley of bookshelves in the library when he popped in beside me looking for a book.

"Hey!" I was taken aback by his presence.

He didn't answer. He continued to search for a book in the biology section. It didnt last too long and he exited. I saw note dropped on floor written on it: See you in your car tommorow afternoon.

I supposed the note came from him and it was for me.

In the afternoon, after my major class, I went to the parking lot to pick my car and go home. I wouldn't expect him anymore. The note told he was going to see me in my car, but then as I was approaching my car, I saw no one waiting for me nearby. I looked for him no more, opened my car, and went in.

"I supposed you have seen the note I dropped on the floor." A voice came from the backseat. When I looked into the rearview mirror, I saw Russel sitting there.

"How did you came in?" I was a bit nervous.

"I want you to stop staring at me." He said.

"I'm not staring at you! For fuck's sake, how did you get inside my car?"

"I know you saw me in the back of your house last week."

"So what? What the fuck is wrong with it!"

"You don't know who I am."

"I dont really care who you are."

"Shut your mouth up." He said. He clicked the lock open, pushed the door away, and left.

What the hell is wrong with him? I asked myself as I was leaving the school. I just had infered how weird and rabid was that Russel Gred when he was close to you.

The next day, the whole campus trembled with the news that a second attack has been made and this time, there were two victims, one died and the other one survived. The survivor, Ken White, had large marks of claws in the back of his body and he was inside the school laboratory hiding for the entire evening. His girlfriend, Danica, was found dead in the back of the school cafeteria. Her dead body was as the same state as of of Kurt's. Ken described what happened.

They were dating when they heard howling from a distance and after few minutes, they saw it: a large creature with an abberant face, runs on four, with a body that looked like a robust dog. They were suprised that it took them tens of seconds to escape.