New Story: "Tricolore" (Straight)

[nikubashira]

“Yeah, yeah, yeahyeahyeah… suck that pussy baby… make me come and I’ll suck that dick for as long as you want…”

At that thought, Gilles became even more excited, and couldn’t help but take his underwear off, his cock quickly hardening to full mast once free of its confines.

“Cheater.” Yvette said, but reached over anyways to give his cock a few quick jerks, just enough to spread his precome around on it, before repositioning herself on Gilles mouth.

“That’s all I get?” complained Gilles.

“Yup. We can’t have you coming too soon, now, right?”

“Come on, just a warm-up?”

“Nope, sorry. Now stop yakking and start using that tongue for something useful!”

Gilles responded by forcing her legs open wider and sucking her clit strongly.

“Wowwww…. OH MY GOD that’s intense… a little slower.”

This time, Gilles didn’t slow down, but rather sped up his licking. Yvette gasped.

“Ohh, no, no, it’s too intense, I… ahhh, AHHH!” The sensations from her pussy had cut her off mid-sentence. He pressed down on her clit with his tongue and licked back and forth rapidly.

“Nooooooo… it’s too muchhh” She protested, but was clearly enjoying it. Gilles then took it up another notch by sliding his long middle finger into her cunt and fingering her G-spot. At this, she made loud groaning sounds that signaled an approaching orgasm. He focused himself, trying to make movements with his tongue that would continuously surprise her pussy, while slowly fucking her with his finger. She had taken off her top, and was playing with her nipples. She was ready.

“Cock. Cock. Now. Cock.” She chanted.

Gilles got up, quickly found a condom and rolled it on, as Yvette pulled out a couple of cans of beer from the mini-fridge she kept beside her bed. He shuffled over to her on his knees, and wasted no time getting inside her, producing a big smile on her lips.

“Oh Jesus that’s good…” breathed Gilles. She pulled him down on top of her and clasped his hands with hers. He was extremely hard, and curved slightly upward, producing a slight pressure on the front wall of her vagina. She loved it, and savored each thrust. She could tell he was trying to hold back as much as possible.

“Don’t worry about coming… just fuck me…” she whispered. This, of course, made him even more determined to maintain control. She kissed him hard on the lips, raising her pussy to meet him with an even rhythm. She listened closely for his breathing – first it would come rapidly, and then he would start holding his breath when an orgasm was near. Her orgasm was surely just around the corner, she thought. She grabbed his ass and pulled him down so she could feel his cock as deep as possible.

“That’s good baby… I love it…” she cooed.

Gilles was near his limit. With each push, he brought himself closer and closer to his end, but he just could not stop. He pushed her legs up so they wrapped around his back, grabbed her tits hard, and started bucking wildly.

“Yeah… do me hard, you bastard… fuck that pussy.”

His thrusts came faster, and Yvette saw on his face that he was close.

“Come on, baby, just a little more… I’m almost there” she pleaded.

“OHHH!! I CAN’T… I’M GONNA…”

Now or never, she thought, grabbing the cold can of beer off the top of her mini-fridge, and pressing it hard between his balls.

“AHH!!! COLD!!! What the hell! That’s freezing!”

“It worked though, didn’t it? Now. Less talk, more cock.”

Sure enough, Gilles found that his orgasm hadn’t quite happened yet. However, after about another minute of pounding her pussy, he felt another twinge. When Yvette saw his breathing change, she stuck the can back on his sack again.

“Jeeeez that’s cold! Are you gonna do that every time?”

“Yup, until you learn to control yourself…” Yvette answered breathlessly.

Gilles was getting frustrated. “I’ll show you who’s in control here… get on your hands and knees, right now.”

Secretly, Yvette loved it when Gilles ordered her around. She turned over and offered her pussy and ass to him by bending down. He grabbed her shoulders and jammed himself inside until he was balls deep. She loved being fucked doggie style, and felt sure she would come soon.

“Wowwwww… you are so hard baby. Does that feel goooood?”

Gilles only made incoherent noises; his composure was completely gone, and his only thoughts now were of how good it would be to get release. Yvette saw the frantic look in his eyes that never failed to increase her arousal several-fold.

“C-come for m-me, sweetie…” he implored, legs shaking as he barely held it together.
The beer can wasn’t working any more. Suddenly, he gasped, and Yvette knew she had to do something. She reached back, and grabbed his balls firmly, so that he had no choice but to stop thrusting or experience intense pain.

“Nooooo… you can’t do that….” He cried.

“Lie down, lie down, I’m gonna go on top, don’t worry, I’m coming soon” she spoke quickly. She was right; as soon as she squeezed her way onto his upward-facing cock, she started to feel both her G-spot and clit getting the sort of stimulation she absolutely loved. When he grabbed her tits and started on her nipples, the first wave hit her. She bounced hard on him, eagerly awaiting the full force of her orgasm.

“Yes!! Yes!!! LIKE THAT!!!” she wailed. Her pussy gushed with stickiness, and she came.

“H-HOLY SHIIIIIITTTT….” Her muscles tensed, as she locked herself around Gilles with his cock still deep inside her.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” cried Gilles, still trying to thrust into her. This made things even more intense for her, and she shuddered with pleasure.

“Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh yyyyeaaahhhh….” She resumed her movements up and down, coasting through the tail end of her climax.

“Make me come, baby… please…” She was happy and impressed that he had lasted this long, and so she surprised him by quickly hopping up, and engulfing his swollen cock in her warm, wet mouth. He looked down, and the sight of her sucking him was the final straw. One, two, three bobs of her head later, he erupted, forcing her to take large gulps to avoid choking.

“OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD….”

It was even better than he thought it was going to be. Not only did it last for what seemed like a full minute, he definitely shot more than normal; in the end, Yvette’s teasing had been well worth it. Yvette looked up when he had finally finished, wiped off her face, and grinned at him. After a few seconds to catch her breath, she went to the washroom to clean up a bit. She came back and laid back down beside him with a smug expression on her face.

“See? I told you I had my ways…”

He shook his head with a smile.

“OK. But you have to drink the warm beer; I get the cold one.”

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[thee1]

That bathroom scene was hot!

 

[nikubashira]

The next morning at the breakfast table, Natsumi felt a little better, although no less confused. Yvette had made some omelettes for the three of them. Natsumi had told the whole story to Detective Sumner, but the whole time, she got the impression that he didn’t fully believe her. She told Gilles and Yvette about the way Dylan explained the shooting. They didn’t seem to buy it either.

“There’s just so many things that don’t make sense!” said Gilles. “Dylan said that he accidentally shot that guy Remy in the stomach. But Marc clearly heard two shots that night. And the newspaper said that the guy had two bullet wounds. It’s hard to shoot someone accidentally TWICE. And what about Chris? If Dylan is truly innocent, why doesn’t Chris come forward to defend him? If you ask me, I think Dylan shot him once, and then Chris shot him again in the chest, just to be sure. That’s the only way to explain things – they’re both guilty.”

Natsumi didn’t know what to think. The detective had asked her if Dylan had been acting “strangely” during the night when he stayed with her. She had said that Dylan might have been upset later in the night, but other than that he was acting like just another horny guy. She thought about the way he had acted when they met. He had been in the train station… there was no sign of a Mercedes, or any gun. But what if it was Chris who disposed of the body? Had Dylan been acting guilty? It was tough to tell, because she didn’t know him very well. She suddenly realized it was Tuesday morning. She had to go to class! She quickly thanked Yvette for making breakfast, had a lightning-fast shower, got dressed, and rushed out the door.

Silently cursing herself for being so preoccupied with other things, Natsumi walked briskly out down her street towards the subway entrance. She tried to remember if she had any write-ups due that day. She could not. It was as if a mental block had formed in her mind. The more she tried to stop thinking about the whole affair, the more forcefully it presented itself to her. Most of the morning was spent watching presentations given by other students in her “History of Food” class. Fortunately, she had given hers the week earlier, and could afford to zone out a bit. Unfortunately, in her afternoon session, where she had to make a set of reductions, only one of the three turned out at all. Her instructor seemed disappointed. She had never failed an exercise before.

Natsumi stayed late that afternoon and re-did the entire thing. When she left at about six, she was frustrated and tired. What the hell was wrong with her? Why was this affecting her so badly? It wasn’t like her to get so worked up over a guy she hardly knew, no matter how many times he could make her come. She realized that part of her frustration stemmed from the fact that she never got off with Dylan the day before. The cops had arrived right before she was about to come, and she had been high-strung the whole next day. Arriving at the subway to go home, she got out her wallet to look for her Metro card. A piece of paper fell out. It was the address that Dylan had given her in the youth hostel. She had forgotten all about it! The detective had asked her if she knew Chris, and where he might be, and she had said no. Had he asked her about where he was living, though, it might have jogged her memory.

She looked at the address, and then at the subway map. Dylan was right, it was outside of town a little ways, in Drancy, but reachable by train on a rail system marked in light blue. Her feet started to move towards that gate. Then she stopped. She heard a voice in her head that sounded remarkably like Yvette’s. “Call the police!” it said. She took out her phone. She called Yvette instead.

“Hi.”

Yvette sounded a bit concerned. “Hey, you’re late – I thought you were gonna be home for dinner here. Is everything fine?”

“Yes… I just had a thought. Supposing Dylan is charged with the murder, what happens then? Do you know any lawyers from school who could help?”

“Well, hang on now. No one has officially charged anyone with anything yet. They’ll probably have the first judicial meeting in a few days once they’ve gathered all the evidence they’ve found so far. It’ll be like an arraignment.”

“OK, but does he go to jail if the charges are laid?”

“Well… unless he can pay for bail, or someone posts it for him, he will have to stay in custody until they complete the investigation...”

“Really? How much is bail?”

“Depends on the situation. Could be as little as one thousand, could be fifty thousand... Why do you ask? You don’t have much money. And besides, why would you want to bail him out after what he did to you? If I were you, I would just forget about him.”

“Thanks Yvette, I gotta go. I won’t be home for dinner.” She had made up her mind about what to do.

“What’s going on? Are you going to go and see Dylan at the police station?”

“Maybe. Maybe I can help him out a little. OK, gotta go. Bye for now.”

One thing was clear. Without the liberal application of money, Dylan was going to stay in jail. He had mentioned traveler’s cheques when they spoke, and she decided this was the best chance of helping him. She already knew where their key was hidden, and in addition, there was a small chance she might even find Chris. Feeling a new surge of confidence, she strode through the turnstile, swiping her card through the reader. She had to do something, after all.

The train ride took longer than she thought, and several times she was certain she had missed her stop. Then, sure enough, the name of the small suburb came up over the train’s intercom. She got off, and went to one of the employees standing on the platform for directions. As it turned out, Chris’s house was quite close to the station, and so she decided this might not be such a difficult task after all. She walked out of the station and turned immediately left, down a street filled with shops and small restaurants. She past a couple walking their dog. Normally she might have stopped to pet it, but she just kept walking. A right turn brought her onto a slightly narrower street. Each time she turned, she made a point of memorizing it so that she could find her way back. Finally, she found it. Rue Lacombe.

It was a row of dingy looking duplex-type houses from the seventies. Definitely student-type housing, she thought. It didn’t take long to find the right one, number 36, partly because of the prominent house numbers, but mostly because of the bright yellow police tape on the door. Shit, she thought to herself. That does complicate things a bit. What had Dylan told her about the key? She seemed to recall that it was on a light, or behind it, or something. She walked up to the door and tested it to see if it was locked. Immediately she heard a voice behind her.

“Are you sure you want to be doing that, my dear?” Natsumi’s heart leapt up into her throat. She was certain that she was alone, and yet clearly a voice had come from somewhere. A female voice. She turned around, and saw that the window of the opposite half of the duplex was occupied by a rather large old lady holding a long cigarette. She had her elbows on the windowsill and a faint smile on her lips.

“You scared the hell out of me… sorry”.

“I can assure you, whoever you’re looking for has long since flown the coop.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought… I guess you heard about the whole thing at the nightclub?”

“Yes, and if you ask me, I could have told you that boy was bad news. Always staying out until all hours of the night, always strange people visiting in the middle of the afternoon.”

“Did you ever talk to Dylan? The guy with the brown hair?”

“Yes, he was a bit better than the other one, but he only came a few weeks ago. From what I saw, wasn’t much different when it came down to it. I’m sure both of them were dealing something.”

“How do you know?”

“I went over to borrow a couple things one time. You should have seen their place. An absolute sty. No normal person would let it get that bad. They had only mattresses, no actual beds. And it smelled, it always smelled, like wet dog or something. I was glad when they stopped coming back, and the police came and started taking stuff out.”

“Did you talk to the police at all? What did they find?”

“No, the police asked me some questions, but wouldn’t tell me all the details. Couldn’t tell you about everything they found, but I do know one thing. Those guys had guns. I saw a policeman come out with a handgun in a plastic bag.”

Natsumi’s heart sank. She was starting to lose hope. Either Chris or Dylan owned that gun, and either possibility didn’t reflect well on their situation. Immediately she thought of more questions.

“Did you see anyone come back here after Saturday night? Did you see a black Mercedes by any chance?”

“What, do you think I’m just sitting here watching this door all day and all night? No, like I said to the police, I didn’t see anybody. And I see black Mercedes all the time – what of it?”

“Oh, nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Natsumi could see that she wasn’t getting anywhere. She still wanted to try and get inside to get Dylan’s traveler’s cheques, but she couldn’t do it with the old lady watching. She decided to leave and come back later.

“OK, I’m gonna go. Thanks for your help.”

[FONT=&quot]“Listen good now, girlie, just find another man.” With that, she took one last, long drag on her cigarette, and then extinguished it in an ashtray. She then took the ashtray into the kitchen, presumably to dump it out. While she was gone, Natsumi turned around and furtively reached up to the top of the porch light, looking for the key. She found a small magnetic box, and pocketed it quickly. She would take a walk around the block, and then come back when it was a bit darker.[/FONT]

 

[nikubashira]

She walked down the street slowly, trying to process the new information. Actually, she thought, the fact that there was a gun in the house doesn’t prove anything. Even if it was illegal to have that gun, it doesn’t mean it was used in the crime, she figured. Still, it did not bode well. She turned a corner, still lost in thought. If both Dylan and Chris had guns, like Gilles had thought, what about the other gun? Had it been in the house? And why would they leave the gun in the house anyways? Were they really that stupid? She started to think about where she might hide if she were wanted by the police. What’s the first thing she would do? She drew a blank. Just then, she realized that there were footsteps behind her – someone had been following her ever since she left Chris’s house. She looked back, hoping to see Chris so that he could give her some answers. It wasn’t. A tall man with a long dark jacket was about twenty feet behind her, moving at the same pace. His hair was combed backwards and clung tightly to his skull. His pale, expressionless face stared straight ahead, as if to look right through her.

All sorts of red flags went up in her mind. She crossed to the other side of the street and kept on walking. When she looked back, the man had done the same. She felt her panic level shoot up, and started walking more quickly, trying to remember which way to go to get to the train station. She had only intended to walk around the block, but already she had lost her sense of direction. The man’s footsteps were coming more quickly now, and she knew even without turning around that he was getting closer. What did he want? Was this one of Chris’s friends, or his enemies? She decided not to chance it. What if he wanted to rape her, or worse? She decided that after she turned the next corner, she would run.

Luckily for her, she had worn comfortable shoes that day. When she rounded a hedge at the end of the next street, she exploded into a fast sprint. She still didn’t know exactly where she was going, but she knew she wasn’t going to hang around trying to find out.
She glanced back quickly, and saw her pursuer was still behind her, his coat flapping behind him. Was he gaining? Her lungs seared with pain. What did she have to defend herself with? Mace? No. She didn’t have a whistle even. She looked back again. She was faster! All of those hours on the treadmill at the gym were finally paying off! She came to an intersection and instinctively went left again, her hand clutching her thudding chest. Had she lost him? She looked behind and he wasn’t there. She was on Lacombe road again. Thank God! Now she knew her way back to the station. She turned right and kept running, checking behind her constantly.

Who the hell was that? She thought. The streets were much quieter now. She reached the end of Lacombe road, and started to calm down a little. She instinctively reached into her purse to find her phone. Where was it! She rummaged for a second, and then started feeling very vulnerable about being in the open. She kept moving as she looked. If only there were people around! She turned another corner, and was very nearly back to the road of shops and restaurants that would take her to the front of the train station. As she approached the intersection, a car turned from the opposite side of the street. At last! People! She thought. Then she realized. It was a black Mercedes, and it was accelerating towards her. She could see him in the driver’s seat. She screamed.

The bright headlights of the car had frozen her in place. He came screeching to a halt on the sidewalk, trapping her between the car and the stone wall. His arm came out of the car window, to prevent her from running towards the back of the car. He wasn’t trying to kill her. He was trying to kidnap her. She finally came to her senses, and dodged out of the way. She clambered up onto the hood of the car, and started running again. She heard the man say “Fuck!” as he put the car in reverse, and started to turn it around. There was only one way to escape, and that was to find a way that a car couldn’t take. She looked around for a narrow alley, but there were none to be found. She just kept on running, looking for a way out. She turned back onto the main street that led to the station. Where was the car? She had seen the headlights behind her for a second, but now they were gone. “Shit!” She thought. “He must be still out there… should I hide? Be smart, Natsumi!” Then she realized what he was trying to do. He knew she was going to the station. He even knew which direction she was going – back to the city. He would probably try to ambush her at the entrance.

She decided the smartest thing to do would be to enter the station from the opposite side, and get on the platform for trains going in the opposite direction. She’d have to find an alternate route home, but she’d figure that out later. She ran across the main street and kept running until she was confident she had overshot the station. Then she turned left again and made her approach. When the station came in sight, she did not see anyone around. She quietly went up the stairs and used the curved corner mirrors to ensure no one was lying in wait for her. She swiped her card again, and made it onto the platform as quickly as possible. No one else was on either side of the tracks. By now, she was a raw bundle of nerves. Where was the train? She was becoming nervous again. She thought about going to talk to an attendant, to warn them about that guy, but then she saw the lights of a train in the distance. Finally! Her heart leapt. Then, looking across the tracks at the other platform, she saw him, plain as day. He stared straight at her for a second, and then turned around, running back down the stairs. He couldn’t jump across the divide between the platforms, and going across the tracks would sound an alarm; he had to go back down to the other side and come back up. Shit! She was trapped. She considered her options. Either she could wait for the train, or try to guess which staircase he would take up, the near one or the far one. She started making her way over to the far staircase. She was fairly sure he wouldn’t take that one. If he did, she would double back. She started making her way down, and then she saw him running up from the bottom. He had outsmarted her! She panicked, and ran back up the stairs. The train had stopped, and the doors were open. If she ran quickly, she could just make it. The last car was right in front of her. She dove into the last car, and looked behind her. He had reached the top of the stairs, and was running across the platform, his arms pumping. She screamed again.

“CLOSE THE FUCKING DOORS!!!!”

And, with a bell-like chime, they closed. Her pursuer stopped in his tracks, deflated. She had made it. As the train started to pull away, she went up to the window and gave him the finger. Then, at the last minute, she had a thought, and whipped out her phone to take a picture of him. She wished she had thought of this earlier, because the one shot she got was small and blurry. But it didn’t matter. She was safe. She looked around, and saw a young couple staring at her. It looked like they had just shat their pants.

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[nikubashira]

Part VII​

After a few minutes, Natsumi had calmed down slightly, and realized that she needed to decide how she was going to get home. She decided she would transfer at a stop that intersected with another subway line that went back into the city. What an insane couple of days, she thought. The adrenaline in her system was making it difficult to think. On the one hand, she was terrified. But on the other, she felt extremely lucky to be alive. She finally found her phone, which had been in the side pocket of her jacket the whole time. She called Yvette, and asked her to come and pick her up when she reached the city. She didn’t tell her about the goon that followed her, because she didn’t want to freak her out. Yvette, however, could sense something was wrong.

“I’ll tell you when you get here… just make sure you’re there when I arrive.”

Yvette was waiting for her there with Gilles and Antoine. Apparently Yvette had been at Gilles and Antoine’s house when she called. She launched into her story and watched their eyes grow wider and wider. Everyone was visibly relieved that things were OK, and they all gave her a big hug. In Antoine’s arms especially, she felt safe. On the ride home, Yvette suggested that Natsumi stay with her that night at Gilles and Antoine’s place.

“After all, you don’t know if that guy knows who you are, or where you live!”

She hadn’t even thought of that, but it was a possibility. Under the circumstances, she decided she wanted to be around as many other people as possible that night. As they all piled back into Yvette’s car, Natsumi looked back over her shoulder as if expecting to see someone there. She only started to relax when she was inside again, sipping on a hot cup of tea.

“Sorry we don’t have any good teas, Natsumi… we’re more coffee drinkers in this house, really.” Gilles apologized. Everyone was treating her a little more carefully after her harrowing experience.

“That’s OK, I just needed something to calm my nerves”.

“I really hope it hasn’t colored your judgement of the city – you know that sort of thing really doesn’t happen all that often.”

“No, don’t worry… I know there are weirdos everywhere you go.

“So are you sure you never met that guy before? Did he say anything to you?” Yvette inquired.

“No, I didn’t know what the hell was going on.”

“Where were you, anyways? Did you go see Dylan at the police office?”

“No… I was in Drancy.”

“Drancy?!? Why the hell were you in Drancy?”

“Well, I was hoping to get some answers. I thought maybe I could find Dylan’s friend Chris… he had given me an address, I just forgot that I had it after all the commotion. When I got there, the place was already covered with police tape – I guess they already searched the place and couldn’t find him.”

“So you just decided to take matters into your own hands, AGAIN, huh? Why didn’t you phone the police immediately when you remembered about that address?” Yvette was becoming agitated.

“It doesn’t matter, because they already knew about it! I couldn’t have told them anything new.”

“It was still stupid to go to a strange house in an unfamiliar area of town at night!”

“It wasn’t dark when I left, OK? And who are you to tell me what to do? I’m an adult!”

“So what would you be saying if that guy had caught you, huh? You’re so thick sometimes!”

At this, Antoine and Gilles stepped in, trying to defuse the situation.

“Easy does it, Yvette… we’re all a little high-strung right now. Natsumi, we’re just concerned for you. I think you should go to the police tomorrow and tell them about that guy” Gilles opined.

“Maybe they can make something of the picture you showed us”, Antoine added.

Natsumi’s face was red, and she was obviously still worked up, but she agreed. The day had been a bit too much for her, and she just wanted to punch something. She had felt totally helpless when the stranger had trapped her on the platform. She got up, put her mug in the sink, and asked where she would be sleeping that night. After they said their goodnights, the four of them began getting ready for bed. Natsumi moved around in a daze. It seemed like she was still in a state of shock. Antoine had cleaned up his room for her so that she could stay there for the night while he slept on the couch. He had put an extra toothbrush on the pillow for her, but she didn’t even register that until she came out of the bathroom again. Eventually she lay her head down, trying not to think too hard about anything.

“What is the connection between that guy and this whole fiasco?” She thought. Could it have been a coincidence that he started following her right after she left Chris’s house?

She thought of what Yvette had said. “What if he had caught me?” This thought was too scary for her, so she tried to think of something else. Her mind turned to Dylan, and the seeds of doubt that had taken root in her. Ever since he came into her life, it had been nothing but trouble. She now felt that no matter what happened, she could not allow herself to have any feelings for him. It was just too much. She resolved to put him behind her. She sat up, her arms around her knees, and fat tears began to roll down her cheeks. She didn’t try to stop them. She buried her head in the blanket and sobbed quietly. Though the night was clear, there was no moon, making the room extremely dark.

She left the bedroom to go to the washroom again, needing to blow her nose. When she came out again and was about to go back to bed, a voice from behind stopped her. It was Antoine.

“Oh, Natsumi, could I just get another blanket from my closet?” He asked in a whisper. She turned around.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, you’ve been crying… are you OK?”

“Yeah, I’m just being silly… this whole thing is pretty dumb.”

“I’m just glad you’re alright.” He hugged her again. He was wearing a bathrobe, but Natsumi could feel the muscles in his back as she hugged him as well. She led him into the bedroom, and he located his blanket.

“Thanks… you know I’m here if you need to talk. Sometimes a friendly ear can make all the difference.”

“I know… you’re sweet, Antoine. I just need to sort this stuff out for myself.”

“Yvette told me that you and Dylan were kind of involved… this must be pretty tough for you.”

“No, we weren’t really involved, just… well, I’m sure you don’t want to hear about that whole thing.”

“If you need to talk, go for it.”

And so she did. She told him, among other things, about how she always tried to give people the benefit of the doubt, and how she really thought that this time, for once, things might work out. She told him how much it hurt to be betrayed. And of course, once she opened the floodgates, it seemed impossible to stop. They talked on the bed for two and half hours total. Natsumi did most of the talking, but Antoine proved to be an astute observer of the situation and offered her some very rational advice. Soon, however, both of them started dozing off. Antoine had wrapped himself in the blanket he got from the closet, and laid down beside her. He didn’t seem to be listening anymore, but she felt a lot better. She decided to see if he was awake.

“Antoine?”

No response. She smiled a little.

“Thank you, Antoine” she said softly. She lay down next to him and went to sleep.

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[nikubashira]

Vita Somnium, Natsumi

Natsumi felt a chill. She lifted her hand to close the bedroom window behind her head, but she felt something unfamiliar. A metal pole? She looked up. She was on a train, lying down on a long plush seat. Had she fallen asleep and past her stop? Where was she going? Then she remembered. I have to get back home, Yvette is waiting to pick me up! She tried to look out the window to see where the train was passing, but it was travelling through a tunnel. Getting up, she decided that she would have to go find the special light-up map that indicated the train’s progress. That would tell her where she was. She found the map over one of the train doors. She steadied herself by holding onto a pole, and looked closely at which stop was lit up. To her dismay, she was going in the wrong direction. In fact, she couldn’t even see Paris on the map; it was a map of her city back in Japan. Something is wrong, she thought. Why would a French train be in Japan? Or a Japanese map in a French train, for that matter? Then she noticed the name of the next stop, printed in blocky katakana. Doranshii. A surge of terror swept through her. She was going back to Drancy! That was the last place in the universe she wanted to be! Frantically, she tried to think. No one else was in the train car – she was on her own.

She noticed buttons on the map, ones she had never seen before. They seemed to be for controlling the train. She found the one she wanted, marked “gyakusuishin”. She tried pressing it. Nothing happened. Come on! She thought. Reverse, god damn you! That guy is probably waiting for me at the station! Then she thought. Maybe the train has to be stopped before it can reverse? Makes sense. She pressed the button labelled “STOP”, and was immediately rewarded with the squeal of metal scraping along metal. The train lurched heavily as it braked, throwing her off balance. She reached for the pole, but stumbled and fell to the floor. Quickly she was back up on her knees again, bracing herself as the train rumbled to a stop. Phew! She looked to see where the train was on the map. Still a little ways from Drancy. No problem, she thought. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a light outside the train, terrible in its significance. Along the tunnel wall, she saw the light of another train coming towards hers, on the same track!.

Panicked, she got up and hurried back to the map-control panel. Where was the reverse button? It was here just a second ago! She looked around for another map. Nothing. Now there were no buttons at all on ANY of the maps. She heard the rush of air heralding the oncoming train. She had to get out. She tried prying open a door. It opened a tiny bit, large enough to stick her hand through, but then stopped. This was not going anywhere. The other train had rounded the corner now, and she could see its circular light directly opposite her in the distance. Then the light went out. Somehow, that made it even worse. She tried the door one more time. Still nothing. Quick! Smash a window, she thought, but with what? A red light appeared on the fast approaching train, lighting up its cabin. She could see a figure, someone driving the train. She felt certain that she knew who it was. Wait! If he can drive the train, why can’t I! She raced over to the end of the car, and whipped open the sliding door to the next compartment. The conductor’s cabin was nowhere to be found. She kept running and looked back to see how close the other train was. It was too late – it was already practically on top of her. She froze in midstride, causing her to trip. Almost in slow motion, she grasped vainly for something to catch herself on, but she went down anyways. With a resounding THWACK! her head hit the ground, and everything went dark.

Some moments later, she regained consciousness… but the situation had changed somehow. Everything was dark, but she could tell she wasn’t in the tunnel anymore. For one thing, the ground was soft, and cold. Her hand went to the back of her head, which she had hit full force. What happened to the train? She wondered. Strangely, there seemed to be no pain. Maybe she was in shock, she thought. She got up, feeling around with her hands to get a sense of her surroundings. It seemed like she was walking on carpet, or maybe moss. She started slightly when her hand touched moist rock. It was smooth in places, rough in others, but overall quite flat. A wall, she decided, and set out to find the extent of it. Soon, she found a corner, and decided that she must be in some kind of cave or catacomb. Nothing else could be this dark, she thought. Slowly though, her night vision asserted itself and she could see the faint outline of a corridor. She looked back the way she had come. No sign of a door or entryway… it was simply a dead end. She followed the corridor for a ways, and then came to a T-intersection. She always disliked cramped spaces like this, and felt certain that she would get lost. Still, a certain curiosity spurred her on.

She went left. After a few steps, she felt her face get caught in the stringy stickiness of spider silk. She cursed in mild disgust and tried wiping it off with her hand. When she did, however, she felt a sharp stinging pain on the side of her finger. “OW!!!” She cried out. She realized she felt the spider still on her hand, and shook it off quickly. She ran back the way she had come. Shit! She thought. What is going on here? The spider bite tingled a little, but did not hurt, so she decided to go back to where she came from, and try to find a door in the wall or some other way out. Once she turned the corner, however, the corridor was not as she remembered it. It was longer now, and she could not find where she started. Had she gotten turned around somehow? Then she realized something. Even though her hand was touching the wall, she could not feel it at all. It had gone numb. She clasped her wrist with her other, good hand, and tried moving her fingers. Nothing happened. Her bitten hand began to close involuntarily into a tight fist, and she began to panic. Then her arm began to tingle. It was slowly going numb also. She felt dizzy and weak. She tried to remember what kind of spider bites caused paralysis, and how to stop it. Was it a black widow? Do they spin webs? She tried to remember. Then all of a sudden, she saw a light a ways down the corridor. It was coming towards her.

Her heart beat wildly. Who the hell is that!? She tried to remember how tall the man with the slicked-back hair had been. She cautiously started to walk towards it to get a better look, but her legs would not move properly. She felt like a bike with all of the parts rusted together. She stopped and braced herself with the wall for support, but all the strength left her, and she slid down until she was seated up against it. Breathing was becoming difficult. She watched helplessly as the light came closer. It was not a strong light, but she could see the outline of a man wearing a long, dark coat. It could only be her would-be kidnapper. Natsumi willed herself to move again. “Dammit, wake up Natsumi. You are not paralyzed. This is a dream. This is a dream!” She shut her eyes and concentrated on changing her situation. She didn’t want to think about what would happen to her if that man found her in an immobilized state. “Come on Natsumi. You can move anytime you want t—“

“I brought your phone back.” What? Whose voice was that? She opened her eyes, and was looking straight into the source of the light, which had been her own smartphone. It was being held by Dylan.

“What?!” She splurted, incredulous.

“I said I brought your phone back. I borrowed it from you – I have some cash for you, too.”

“Was that you in the train? Trying to kill me?” It took an effort to speak.

“No, I was trying to stop too. Your train was going backwards.”

“Oh… well… I was asleep… I don’t feel so well. A spider bit me… I want to lie down…”

He laid his long jacket on the ground, and set her on top of it.

“I can’t move… I’m scared.”

“Here. Drink some of this.” He produced a flask from his hip pocket, and put it to her lips. It was definitely alcoholic, she was sure of that, but an unfamiliar one she had never tasted before. It instantly made her feel warmer, and left a sweet aftertaste in her mouth.

“Close your eyes.” He instructed.

She did. The warmth of the drink had penetrated further into her body, and she began to feel calmer. She tried to move, but it was still impossible.

“Don’t worry. I’ll fix you up. You helped me, now let me help you.”

She felt herself getting hotter and hotter. Small beads of perspiration formed on her brow. Her teeth were clenched, and her foot began to twitch. Then the pain started, first in her extremities, and then spreading all over her body. It felt like she was on fire. She wanted to scream out, but her weakened voice produced only a low moan. This dream was quickly turning into a nightmare.

“Am I going to die?” She asked in a whisper.

“Try to be quiet. I’m going to do everything I can. Where did it bite you?”

“My finger…”

He took her hand in his, and knelt beside her. He kissed it gently. The redness seemed to subside a little. He kissed it again. This time it became noticeably less swollen. Then he kissed her forehead. The pain in her head lessened a little.

“How does that feel?” He asked.

“A little better… when you kiss me…” she replied.

 

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“OK. I know what I need to do.” Dylan intoned.

He began kissing her all over, as quickly as possible, her neck, her ears, her face and lips. Removing her clothes as he went, he kissed her arms, shoulders, and chest. Wherever he kissed, the pain started to disappear. He was very thorough with her breasts, but did not neglect her other parts, kissing even the bottoms of her feet. He kissed her back and side, and under her arms. Soon, the places he had kissed started to feel good. But she still couldn’t move. As instructed, she kept her eyes closed. He took off her pants, and kissed every part of her legs, sometimes long kisses, sometimes short ones, but never missing a square inch. Finally, he came to her panties, which she felt him remove slowly and gently. “This part needs the longest kiss of all…” He lifted her legs, and kissed her buttocks gently. Then the inside of her thighs. Then her pubic mound. Then, as he kissed her clit, she gasped with pleasure. Her head went back on reflex, and her hands clenched. Strangely though, she was not clenching Dylan’s jacket. Now it seemed like she was lying on a large soft rug of some sort. She was holding part of what felt like an animal skin – it was furry.

The air had changed somehow, too. Instead of the cold air of the cave, she was in a warm environment, filled with a thick haze of something pungent and smoky. She breathed in its spiciness as she continued to enjoy being kissed in her most intimate area. She opened her eyes slowly. There was much more light now. The first thing she saw was a pole extending upwards, providing central support to a sumptuous tent made of some sort of green fabric. To her left she saw a roundish urn with holes all around it. This was the source of the smoke. The tent was filled with talismans, jars, bottles, and painted animal bones. She saw sparkling stones hanging from the ceiling on strips of leather. Then she saw Dylan, or what was supposed to be Dylan. He had long, wild hair, and wore a necklace of what looked like fangs or shark teeth. On his head he wore a headband with strange writing on it. He was naked, except for the flap of a loincloth in the front and back. A black mask of facepaint made the whites of his eyes stand out. His pupils were dilated, and he looked like a man insane. But somehow this did not alarm her. “Dylan?” she asked tentatively. The witch-doctor that was Dylan said nothing, but resumed his work at her pussy. She decided not to worry, but go with the flow of the dream. After all, it felt heavenly.

But she still couldn’t move! She decided that she could probably take control of the dream, and tried with all her might to break free. Nothing. The witch-doctor noticed her struggling, and said in a low voice,

“Shamula. Poto tipi ke wakwula em bokombolo.” He gave her pussy a few finishing licks, and kissed it goodbye temporarily. He got up, and walked over to a crude table holding various containers, some made from clay, some fashioned from gourds. He poured a thick, blue liquid from a tall gourd into a small wooden bowl, and took a thin paintbrush with him back to where Natsumi lay. He knelt down beside her and began humming and chanting. The melody was unrecognizable and never repeated itself, but Natsumi was sure it was somewhere in her memory.

“Mitebe, Mitebe, a odiba tek Mitebe,
aganshi ke wakwatabu bom hali sa bandichewa.”

He dipped the brush in the blue paint and picked up one of Natsumi’s hands. He painted a blue dot on the joints of each finger, her thumb, and her wrist. As he drew each one, it came back to life. She could move her hand again. He started making more dots, and then lines connecting them. She could feel it working. He continued his song.

“Mitebe, Mitebe, a odiba tek Mitebe,
aganshi cha-weh em wakwula moffi tabu.”

He had finished her hands and arms, and was drawing dots and lines all over her feet and legs. Soon, he sat her up, and drew a series of dots down her spine. She could move again! But, as she tried to get up, he forced her back down, and with an angry look, began singing his song even more loudly.

Mitebe, em kula-kula Mitebe,
Wakwatabu pampangula a paba cha-weh ho!

Finally, he grew silent, and for a long while, neither of them said anything. Then, he took a cloth, and seemed to test whether the paint was dry. He seemed satisfied, and after dampening the cloth, proceeded to wipe all the paint off of her. Natsumi noticed that it had left an underlayer of color in her skin. “Ohh, it’s like a like a henna tattoo!” She commented. The witch doctor placed his index finger on her mouth, as an indication for her to be quiet. He took the blue paint again, and he drew a thick line across her face, from one ear to the other, across her nose. “There.” He said in a deep voice. “Now you may understand me.”

“Wow! Thank you so much!” She replied. The witch doctor looked pleased with himself. She got up, admiring the beautiful patterns on her naked body. A second later, she noticed that the witch doctor was holding something out to her in his hand. It was her smartphone.

“I have returned the life spirit to your arms and legs, but we must be sure that your mind is not also turned to wood. You can use your tongue, but can you still use your magic? This stone is a stone of many things. It is strong kula-kula. I wish to see you use it.”

Natsumi smiled, and took the black tablet-shaped phone from him. Magic, huh? Maybe she could get him addicted to Tetris or something. Then she noticed something on her phone that she had never seen before. There was a flap along one side of the back that looked exactly like the covering for the keys of a grand piano. Sure enough, when she opened it up and slid it back, there was a complete set of scaled-down piano keys inside! She felt this surely must be the demonstration the witch doctor was looking for, so, naked or not, she decided to play a song. She set the phone down on his crude table, and thought about what to play. As she slowly came to rest her fingers on the keys (which were somehow now full-size), she remembered a tune that she had tried to play long ago with her band back in Niigata, a heavily syncopated 1930’s style rag that she loved but had never mastered. Her fingers had already started the intro. Somehow she knew that this time she would play it the way she had always wanted to.

She was already halfway into the first refrain when she saw that the witch doctor was dancing – she had been too absorbed in her own playing to notice at first, but when she did, she started adding in all sorts of musical embellishments. The witch doctor somehow seemed to know the song as well, and laughed each time she added in an unexpected tremolo or long glissando. Natsumi watched in wonder as her hands flew over the keys with effortless fluidity. Each time the verse came around, she added on another layer of complexity - by the end of the song, she was really vamping it up, in a way that none of her other band members would have liked (but she always secretly wanted to do in a performance). At the big finish, the witch doctor was even more animated, spinning wildly with his arms wide out. She finished off the final measures with a flourish, and he collapsed in a heap, holding his sides from laughing so hard.

“HA HA HA! Well done! Well done. It seems that I have fully cured you, and your powers have all returned. Now we must discuss payment.”

“Payment?” She asked, as she noticed the witch doctor eyeing her naked body hungrily.

“Yes. There are many methods of repayment, but for you, I will accept only one. You and I must become of one flesh.” The very words sent tingles to Natsumi’s still-wet pussy.

“And what if I refuse?” She asked curiously.

“You may not refuse me, or a curse shall fall upon you.”

“Oh, I figured it would be something like that… well I guess I don’t have much of a choice then, do I?”

The witch-doctor said nothing, but he removed his necklace and headband, putting them on the table beside him. She stood up and put her hands on her hips, unsure what to do next. She looked at his muscular form, shiny with sweat from dancing in the hot tent. His legs looked especially powerful, and his chest was wider than she remembered. He also had a healthy tan, as if from a lifetime of being mostly naked in the sun. He turned to face her, staring at her breasts, staring at her legs.

“Your beauty is unmatched. You are a gift from the gods themselves… I must prepare myself accordingly”. He went over to the table again, found a bottle, and set it beside himself. Then he slowly undid his loincloth, letting it drop to the ground when it was undone. Natsumi gulped as two hairy, swollen, avocado-shaped testicles swung into view. They looked ready to burst. Of his cock, she couldn’t see much of it – his balls seemed to be in the way somehow! Then she realized that he still had a thin piece of leather around his waist. It seemed as though he had his cock pulled backwards over the crack of his ass and tied up behind his back. Was that to keep him from falling out of the loincloth? She wondered. He reached his hands behind him and undid a loop of leather, finally setting his cock free. It swung forward like an elephant’s trunk, the impossibly large head nearly slapping against the back of his knee. Natsumi’s jaw dropped. She felt the muscles inside her vagina flutter uncontrollably.

“Do you find me desirable”? He asked, the entire length of his gargantuan organ still swaying slightly. She nodded her head dumbly. She hadn’t been expecting it to be even BIGGER in her dreams! She reached forward to grab it.

 

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“NO!” He said. “I must purify myself first.”

He uncorked the bottle he had taken, and poured the entire contents over his body, with a good portion reserved for his cock. When he finished, he was wet all over. He grabbed his cock in the middle and shook it roughly, sending droplets of water flying about the tent. After waving his arms a few times to in an attempt to dry them also, he seemed to be finished. He came towards Natsumi, and was about to grab one of her breasts, but then he stopped. As she looked into his eyes, she felt sure she saw a mischievous glint, as if he had some kind of idea. Sure enough, he was back at the table, fiddling with his strange materials. She couldn’t see properly, but it looked as if he had taken some kind of nut or something, and was crushing it into a powder. She looked confused.

“Sooo… what exactly are you doing?”

“It is better that I show you rather than tell you. You will like it.”

He had finished grinding, and began sprinkling the fine cream-colored powder into the same blue paint that had re-animated Natsumi’s paralyzed muscles. He mixed it in thoroughly, and began painting a series of dots down the entire length of his cock, along the midline. On either side of this, he drew a thin line. Natsumi thought it complemented her own artful markings quite well.

“OK, so now that we match, is it time for me to “repay” you?” She asked with a smile.

“Yes. You will repay me, but I have also made preparations to pleasure you greatly.”

He moved in close, standing beside her, and Natsumi became a bit unsure. He still had that crazy look in his eyes. Then he smiled, and in the smile, she saw Dylan.

“Please do not be afraid. I do not wish to harm you. It may hurt between your legs, but you must be strong. I will be gentle at the start.”

She breathed deeply as the witch doctor wrapped his arms around her and took her breast in his mouth. He grabbed her ass as he sucked on her nipples greedily. Massaging her buttocks with both hands, she soon felt herself starting to relax a little. This was HER dream, after all. A regular wet dream, which just happened to be with a witch doctor, for some reason. She smiled with anticipation as she felt his arm-thick cock rise up between her legs as it slowly stiffened and pushed against her pussy and asscrack. He moved back and forth slowly, rubbing it against her, making her sigh with contentment. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the lips. Then, as quickly as it had rose, his cock seemed to fall, and she did not feel it against her pussy anymore. What happened? She wondered. Was it something I did?

Then, to her surprise, she distinctly felt another mouth kissing her, but this time on her pussy. It felt smaller than a human mouth, but they were definitely kisses. They felt good. Really good. But as the witch doctor grabbed her tits and kissed her with his mouth even more urgently, the kisses on her pussy stopped, and were replaced by a sucking sensation on her clit. She went weak in her knees. She looked down, and was shocked to see that the slit of his cockhead was clamped down on her clit like a mouth, and was sucking it strongly as if it were alive! She backed away from him in fright. Her clit came free with a pop, and his cock, which had been curved into an S-shape, now stretched out towards her as far as possible, straining blindly to find her pussy again.

“Y-your cock! It’s… moving!” She exclaimed.

“Yes. It wants to be hard, but my kula-kula has given it the spirit of a snake.”

“You can control it?”

“If I desire. Or I can let it do as it pleases.”

She eyed it apprehensively. The witch doctor saw her reluctance and moved forward again to take her in his arms. His cock was still stretching out towards her, eager to touch her pussy again.

“Do not be afraid, I can control him…”

As he said this, she saw a grape-sized blob of precum bubble out of his purple cockhead. Due to her apprehension, she had her legs together tightly, but his muscular cock wedged and squeezed its way between them, helped largely by its own lubrication. Once it reached her pussy, though, it kept moving back, parting her legs as it went, sliding smoothly over her asshole. The stimulation was enough to make Natsumi stagger backwards. His cock reacted instantly, curving itself quickly up and around her asscrack and extending to support her weight. When she had regained her balance, she felt his cock slowly but firmly pulling her back into the witch-doctor’s arms. He really could control it! She felt his cock surging, pulsing with blood. Each time it did, she was lifted off the ground slightly.

“Wow… it’s even stronger than it looks… is it because of you, or because of your magic?

“My kula-kula is an extension of myself. I am not me without my kula-kula, and it is not kula-kula without me.”

The relentless upward pressure from his cock was stimulating her clit and labia, making her feel delirious.

“I want to kiss it.”

“That sounds very fine.”

His cock set her down gently back onto the bearskin rug, and Natsumi smiled as she felt the cock slowly double back on itself, folding in the middle and working its way back towards the front of her body. Once the head appeared, she reached down, and seized its “neck” strongly with both hands, squeezing tightly as if she had captured a real animal. She knelt down, holding it warily at a safe distance, and shifted it so it was not pointing directly at her. When she touched it, the witch doctor shivered in pleasure, and bent forward, trying to push it further towards her. She pushed back – she knew she had to show it who was boss. The more she tightened her chokehold on his cock, the more docile it became. She gripped it tightly with one hand, and rubbed the precum-slickened head with the other, stroking it as if it were a pet. It seemed to respond to the attention, rubbing itself along her palm. Then, as she cautiously brought her face closer to it, the head rose to her eye level and began slowly snaking through the air towards her mouth. She kept her lips just out of the cock’s reach. It stretched out to full length in her hands, and she could see his cockslit just in front of her opening and closing slightly, like the mouth of a fish. She ever so gently placed her mouth over top of it, and slid her hands down the shaft, coming to a rest at the base. Here, it was too thick for one hand to encompass, so she wrapped both hands around it, one on either side, clasping her fingers together on the top, and gave it another loving squeeze. She was rewarded with a large, hot bubble of precum pumped directly into her mouth. She sucked it up, and kept it in her mouth. Then, slowly and sexily, she pursed her lips and let it drip from her mouth in a continuous drizzle all the way along the top of his huge tool.

She returned her lips to the head, opening a little wider this time, and squeezed again. This time she felt even more precum flowing in. As if the cock was reading her mind, it flipped itself over and allowed her to coat the underside with precum as well. Her hands were still locked tight around the base, but now she started moving them up and down, coating any part of his cock that was not already slick and wet. His cock responded by hardening and rising to a fully erect and upward-pointing position. Natsumi tried pulling it back down so that it was level and easier to suck, but even with all her strength, she could not do it. His cock was stronger than she was!

“You are skilled with both your hands and your mouth… but you will need to work harder to satisfy me. Perhaps if I lie down, it will become easier for you.”

The witch doctor walked over to the animal skin rug and lay down. Natsumi smiled to see how far apart his legs were when he walked; it reminded her of a cowboy. His balls rested heavily on the ground, but his cock was still pointing straight up towards his head. Was he so horny that even the “snake spirit” had turned to steel? She walked over, and decided that this time she would get a little pleasure as well. She sat herself down on his chest facing his cock, and started sliding her crotch backwards towards his face. She felt his hands first, though, stroking and massaging each cheek purposefully. One hand moved closer to her dripping sex, and she spasmed on reflex as he swiped a large thumb along her pussy, coating it with her juices. She giggled nervously, but then cried out in surprise as he forced that same thumb right into her anus! She had never been stimulated like that before, and the sensation only intensified as the witch doctor pulled her pussy onto his mouth. She gasped. Soon, he had one thumb in her ass, two fingers of the other hand squeezing and rubbing her clit, and a long fat tongue planted firmly in her vagina. She felt lifted, like she was weightless, soaring over field and meadow, with each lick and caress sending her higher and higher. She felt giddy, and reached out in front of her for the most natural thing to hold onto, which was of course his meat-pole. Grasping it with both hands again, she kissed it frantically all the way down to his balls. Then, deciding she wanted to suck on the head, she kissed it all the way up again, only to change her mind a few seconds later, after noticing that his hefty balls looked especially tasty. She took one in each hand and buried her face in his hairiness. She could smell his maleness strongly, and breathed it in deep.

 

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She squeezed some more precum from his cockhead, and brought it down to his balls, to give them a slippery massage. Meanwhile, his cock had come alive again, and had begun sliding itself between her breasts. She clasped them together with her elbows to produce a tight cleavage for it to fuck. Soon, her entire chest was a mess of precum, as faster and faster the cock tunnelled back and forth between her tits. Then, as she got up slightly to get more comfortable, she felt his cock slither around her breast, looking for her nipple. It soon found it, and clamped down hard like it had on her clit. As soon as his cock had made one nipple hard and pointy, it switched to the other one, stopping in the middle only for a few quick thrusts between her tits. His rhythm increased, and she felt herself being pushed closer and closer to the edge. Her pussy lips swelled to match her nipples as he continued his expert pussy-eating. She was now rocking back and forth on top of his body, aching for her orgasm.

“Ohhh…. yes… it’s yours… my pussy is totally yours… fuck my pussy with your mouth… ohhhhh, I’m…. it’s… it’s….

As she came closer and closer, she felt the cock-kisses on her nipples stop, and all of a sudden a big, purple cockhead forced itself into her mouth. She tried to protest, as it was much too large for her mouth, but it kept pushing its way in anyways. She relaxed the muscles in her jaw and opened as wide as she could. If she breathed through her nose, she could avoid choking. It was like taking a whole apple into her mouth, but somehow she could do it. More and more cock was fed down her throat, and to her surprise, she did not panic. She had never been able to “deep-throat” anyone before, and here she was swallowing a good half a foot of cock already! What a great dream, she thought. I wonder if I could suck this WHOLE COCK?!? Her wicked thoughts, combined with the wonderful sensations coming from her pussy and asshole made her hornier and hornier.



She took a deep breath and gulped down another inch of cock. Then another. Then another. She was more than halfway. Her lips were stretched so wide, they hurt, but she barely noticed. His tongue slipped out of her pussy and then pressed down hard on her clit, and she felt her orgasm fast approaching. She began to buck her hips as her mouth went up and down on as much cock as she could handle. When she heard the witchdoctor moan, it was partly his voice, and partly Dylan’s voice.

“Yes… oh, it is good… never stop…”

He reached down and squeezed her tits hard. She could tell he was very excited too, which was in turn making her even more excited. She couldn’t bear the tension any more, she felt like she would surely die. Just then, she felt him grab her back tightly as his cock jammed its way down her throat even further. She knew what this meant. He was going to come. He was going to come in buckets. The thought of it set off her orgasm, and she came forcefully on his tongue. She had to scream, but all that came out was a sound like

“MMRMMRFMMMMMMMMMMM!”

“Yes, my climax is close, don’t stop!”

But she had to, the orgasm was so intense she just had to pull her mouth off of his dick and scream

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!”

Her hands automatically went down to her pussy to give her clit extra stimulation as she rode out her orgasm. The witch doctor pulled out his thumb and made his fingers on one hand into a “V”, sticking two fingers into her ass, and two of them into her pussy, with the added penetration bringing her to even greater heights of pleasure. Harder and harder he finger-fucked her as she reached the apex of her orgasm. She sat back on his hand, reaching down at her sides and clenching the fur rug with both hands. She could not contain herself any longer, and yelled out at the top of her lungs;

“OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OHHHHHHHHHHH YYYYYYYYYYEAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

She collapsed, rolling off of his body and splayed herself on the floor. Her whole body tingled as an orgasmic rush overtook her. It was like being on the best drugs in the world. She looked back at him, his serpent-like cock still towering over his body, causing another, smaller, mini-orgasm to spread over her body. She paused a second to revel in her ecstasy. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” His voice asked.

 

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“Immensely. So do you always use your magic to enhance your sex?”

“Only for those who can fully appreciate it.”

“I see… and am I able to… fully appreciate it?”

“That remains to be seen, but I believe yes. Your body is in tune with mine. We can become of one flesh.” He got up, and stood tall over Natsumi.

“Are you prepared? I have made you wet enough and relaxed enough to accommodate me. But you must still be strong.”

She smiled, and opened her legs invitingly.

“Bring it, magic man.”

End Part VII​

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Part VIII​

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The witch doctor seemed surprised at Natsumi’s eagerness to be fucked. No other woman had been that confident in her ability to take his full size. Her body was driving him wild with desire. As his arousal grew, it seemed, so did the strength of his magic spell. The hornier he got, the more difficult it became to control the movements of his enchanted cock. In fact, for a few moments while Natsumi had been licking and sucking him, it seemed as though he could no longer completely control his entire body. He needed to clear his head, and so he walked past Natsumi and flipped opened the entrance flap of his tent to get some fresh air. Natsumi looked over, and gasped when she saw what lay outside. She rolled over and crawled to the entrance, her eyes squinting when the bright sunlight hit them.

They were in a rainforest! The witchdoctor had his tent erected on a small hill, from which he had cleared most of the vegetation. It gave her a good view of the surrounding forest. She had never seen so much greenery. Off in the distance, she saw a number of wisps of smoke in a clearing. Her eyes followed the smoke trails down to where she saw a number of other tents, arranged roughly in a circle.

“Are those your people?” She asked, pointing.

He took a step forward, leaving the tent. “Yes. Some of them. I choose to live alone, so that I may devote myself to my craft more completely. Sometimes they bring me things like food or jewels so that I may increase their favor with the gods or improve their fortunes in battle.”

“And when food isn’t enough, they bring you a woman?”

He paused for a second. “Yes.”

“And what happens when one woman isn’t enough? They send more than one?”

Again, the witchdoctor paused. Was he embarrassed? Natsumi thought.

“Yes. Sometimes two or more come to my tent.”

“And you become, as you say, ‘of one flesh’ with them.”

“Not always. Some are too fearful, and for some I cannot enter her body, and she must find other ways to quench my fire.”

Natsumi’s gaze had returned to his body. She stared at the sinewy muscles of his back.

“Sounds like a pretty sweet job to me” she said, placing one hand on his shoulder and running one finger of the other hand slowly down the middle of his back until she reached his ass. She squeezed one cheek gently. He turned his head to look at her, and she could tell he was still just as turned on as before. She decided to do a little dirty talk.

“I bet I know why the women in the village are afraid of you… it’s because of this, isn’t it?” She asked, wrapping her arms around his waist and grabbing two handfuls of cock from behind. The snake instantly sprang to attention, as if it had been asleep.

“It may be so.” She began jerking it slowly.

“You must have quite a reputation down there… so nothing happened with all these women? You never found one that you wanted to stay with you?”

“Each woman may be offered to me by the villages only once.”

“Ohh, so you fuck them once and never see them again, huh?” She massaged one of his balls with each hand, and began rubbing her tits up against him.

“Sometimes I see them again. Many of them choose to come to me at night in secret for their own pleasure.”

For some reason, the last statement irked her a bit. She realized that she wanted him all for herself.

“So am I to go and live in the village as well when you are done with me?” she challenged, one eyebrow raised.

“No. You are not like the others. I believe you have fallen from heaven, and as such, you will be my conduit to the world of the divine. My people will worship you as a goddess.”

A goddess! The words excited her enough to make her jerk his cock again, faster this time. It had been totally straight and hard before, but now it switched to being like a snake again, writhing and twisting in her grip, pumping itself back and forth through her hands. The witch doctor moaned.

“Ohhh… It is time. Get on the ground.” He ordered.

Natsumi pulled the animal skin rug out from the tent and laid it on the ground. She got down on her hands and knees in front of him, preparing herself mentally for the assault. She raised her ass in the air, presenting her beautiful pussy to him like a flower.

“Here is my ‘offering…’” she said to him playfully, shaking her ass a little for effect.

The witch doctor said nothing, but knelt down behind her, placing his hands on her thighs. She waited anxiously to feel his cock between her legs, and cooed when she was once more surprised by the sensation of a “cock-mouth” kissing and slobbering precum all over her legs and ass, and then her clit, and finally, her pussy lips. The head stroked the lips up and down, moving a little further in each time. Then, slowly but surely, it began snaking its way inside her tight hole. She inhaled deeply, and her legs twitched a little… the suspense was unbearable!



“Ahhhh… it’s so good… I can feel it moving inside me.” She sighed. Already she felt stretched, already she felt full. But that was only the beginning, she knew. She knew that as she became more and more aroused, her pelvic floor would lift, increasing the length of her vagina. She really hoped she could fit him all in. She gasped as the snake rubbed hard against her G-spot. More cock squeezed into her, and the witch doctor began thrusting back and forth. Each push produced an involuntary “Oh!” from her lips. This is what she had been waiting for. She started pushing back.

The witch doctor sensed that she was ready to go faster, and started to increase the pace. Even though he was bottoming out with each thrust, it seemed like she could handle more. He began to thrust more forcefully. To his delight, Natsumi responded with shouts of pleasure. She was taking it!

“God DAMN that is hot… fuck me with that big fat snake, you bastard!” she screamed.

His hips were now moving beyond his control, and he soon felt the first twitch in his balls that suggested an orgasm was coming. He did not try to stop it.

“I am coming soon…” he whispered.

“YES! YES!!! COME INSIDE MEEEEEEE!!!” she responded. The cock was going wild inside her, undulating and stroking against her pussy walls. She felt the cock-mouth kissing her cervix, kissing her G-spot, kissing every part of her insides. She clamped down on it with her pussy muscles, giving it a good squeeze. This drove the witch doctor crazy, and he seemed close to losing control.

“MY… MY… OHHHH… I CANNOT CONTROL MYSELF MUCH LONGER… MY KULA-KULA IS TOO STRONG… I…”

Natsumi was too turned on to listen to what he was saying. She felt her arms go weak, and she had to rest her head on the rug as he pounded her from behind. One hand went back to her clit, bringing her even closer to another orgasm. She felt certain that her pussy was ready for more. “OH, FUCK ME HARDER… GIVE IT ALL TO ME!!!”

The witch doctor began pushing so hard that she was being forced off the rug. They were slowly but surely moving forward onto the ground. He braced his arms on her shoulders and began even deeper thrusts. It began to hurt a little, but she knew there couldn’t be much more to go. She looked back, and was shocked to see that even now, he was still only using HALF his cock! She had forgotten that in the dream, it was so much bigger… she started to become a little scared.

“OH, I AM CLOSE… I… I… AM LOSING CONTROL OF MY BODY” he breathed heavily.

“I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE… IT HURTS, BUT IT FEELS SO GOOOOOOD MY GOD….”

He grabbed her tits and lifted her torso slightly off the ground. They were now entirely off the rug, and were fucking on top of the dirt. The intensity was too much for her, and she came.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHIT!!!!”

Their juices dripped onto the ground below them as Natsumi’s cunt squeezed him even tighter than before. Seeing Natsumi come on his cock was enough to make him lose all control. He could not hold back any longer… his enchantment was beginning to take over. His cock was now in control of him, and he now began fucking her with complete abandon. As her orgasm subsided, Natsumi realized that she was in trouble.

 

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“OH… OH… I CAN’T… IT’S… I… AAAAAHHH!!!

With each thrust, she felt his cock pulsing and throbbing; his meat was getting hotter and hotter inside her as he worked himself into a sexual frenzy. Whereas before it was only her pussy lips that hurt from being stretched beyond their normal limit, now he was just too deep in her – she felt like an overstuffed turkey. She tried moving away, holding her pussy away from him, but he grabbed her wrists and instead pulled her back onto his cock even more. She screamed, half in pleasure and half in pain.

EYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!

Hearing this made him tighten his grip on her and fuck her faster and faster. Her screams were just exciting him more! She had lost all the strength in her body, and her head was bouncing around just as much as her tits were. She felt certain she was going to black out.

“I have to make him cum soon…” She thought desperately. “I have to make him cum so that he will come out of this trance and calm down!”

She tried making her cunt as tight as possible by squeezing her legs together. At the same time, she breathed deeply to help her concentrate on moving her pelvic floor muscles, trying to make her pussy as long as possible. She didn’t hold back her screams any longer, but rather let them come out each time he thrusted. He seemed close. He had been making so much precum, it had covered the whole front of his body, as well as her entire ass and the back of her legs. When he paused for a second to grab her tits, Natsumi made her move. She reached back with one hand, grabbing the portion of his cock that wasn’t inside her, and pushed the witchdoctor over onto his back, so that she was on top facing his legs. Soon, it became a wrestling match, with each person fighting for control. She tried to get off so that she could finish him with her hands and mouth, but he was too fast for her. He wrapped his arms around her legs and raised them up in the air, locking his hands behind her head. She couldn’t move! He began bouncing her on his hips, and gravity started to do its work. She slid further and further down his cock with each penetration, until she felt sure that she would be split in half. Then, finally, she began to feel the tickle of his pubic hair against her ass. She had taken nearly all of it! With that realization, she exploded right into an unexpected orgasm.

OH MY GOOOOODDDDD OH FUCK OH SHIT OH FUCK MEEEEEEEEOHHHHHHH!!!

Now it was the witchdoctor’s turn. Using a combination of his hands on her hips and the twisting motion of his muscular cock in her pussy, he spun her around to face him, and began bouncing her again with his hips. Once more, he grabbed her wrists and pulled her all the way down onto him. Natsumi’s orgasm had opened her up just enough so that he could fit his entire cock in. She looked down and saw that she had reached his balls. She shook violently, and came again, hard. When the witchdoctor looked into her eyes and saw she was coming, this sent him over the edge, and his writhing cock began to shoot its seed deep, deep inside her in a continuous torrent. She collapsed on top of him from the intensity of her orgasm. When Natsumi’s pussy had been completely filled, his cock pulled itself out and waved about in the air, ejaculating out a spray of semen in all directions that fell upon them like rain. Their screams echoed throughout the forest. His first wave of come had been spent, and the steady stream now changed to rhythmic bursts of white stickiness. With each shot, his cock flipped upwards, slapping her ass and pussy lips. She looked back as she screamed, and was hit by a rope of cum that fell onto her cheek and into her open mouth. To her surprise, it tasted sweet, like a vanilla milkshake.

She flipped over onto her back and used her feet to direct his cumshots into her mouth. She caught about four or five, with the other half of them hitting her face, neck, and tits. Soon, though, they started to ebb, landing mainly on her stomach and forming a large pool, which dribbled off of her and cascaded onto the witchdoctor’s body below her. She ran her hand through it and began licking up his delicious come. If only guys tasted this good in reality! She thought. The witch doctor wasn’t moving. No wonder, she thought. That orgasm looked strong enough to kill a man. Then he grunted and moved slightly.

“There is a stream down the hill if you wish to clean yourself… I will join you shortly…”

 

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Aha! So he WAS back to his old self. Natsumi shook her head and laughed at him, and tried to get up to go wash herself off. After taking a few seconds to get her balance, she walked gingerly down the hill, until she could hear running water. When she reached the stream, she saw that there was a pool large enough to fully immerse herself in. The water was slightly turbid, but looked clean. She waded in, and flopped down into the water with a loud splash.

The cold water of the pool was a bit of a shock, but it felt wonderfully refreshing and she quickly became accustomed to it. She washed off all of the sweat, dirt, and semen that had accumulated on her, and dove down to the bottom of the pool. When she emerged, she heard a rustling in the bush behind her, and expected to see the witchdoctor appear. Instead, it was a teenaged boy, with dark hair and a long spear. When he saw Natsumi, his eyes went wide, and his mouth gaped. Seeing her naked with her dramatic blue tattoos had rendered him speechless. After staring for a moment more, he turned around, and started running back the way the way he came. Weird kid, she thought.

She finally decided she had gotten tired of waiting for the witchdoctor, and went back up to find him. He seemed to be clean now as well, so perhaps he had gone to a different part of the stream. He was trying to tie his cock up again so that he could put on his loincloth, but it was struggling with him. She watched as he succeeded in wrapping the leather noose around it and pulled it back down, only to have it pull back and break the strap.

“Still having some troubles controlling that thing, huh?”

When she came near, his cock responded by reaching out towards her again. It had already started to dribble precum, reminding her a little bit of a rabid animal somehow.

“You shouldn’t come any closer. I underestimated the strength of my magic, and I don’t think I can keep control of my body anymore. We must wait until the enchantment wears off. I don’t want to hurt you any more.”

“What if you try to satisfy yourself? Will that help?”

“Perhaps… but if I become too excited, I will lose control again. Next time you might be injured seriously.”

“Well, if I tie you up, you’re not dangerous, and then I can help you “quench your fire” myself, right?” She edged closer slightly.

“Yes. I believe that will work.”

“Do you have any rope?”

“Yes, inside here.” He went back into the tent and picked up a coil of thick rope made from a brown fibre.

“Is it strong enough? Try to break it.”

The witch doctor wrapped his hands twice around a length of rope, and pulled it taut with all his strength. It held.

“OK. Looks good. Now turn around.”

He did, and Natsumi grabbed his hands. She hesitated for a second as his cock swung backwards below his ass to appear in front of her, reaching for her exposed pussy. She couldn’t resist. She gave it a little kiss on the tip of its head.

“Ohhhhhhh…” sighed the witchdoctor.

“Just to be safe, I’m going to tie you to this pole. That way you can’t chase me around when you start going crazy again.”

“That is good. It is driven deep into the ground. I don’t think I can move it.” She brought the witchdoctor’s arms back on either side of the stout pole in the middle of the tent, and tied his wrists securely together using many loops and knots. When she was done, she wrapped her arms around him from behind and whispered softly into his ear. Her hands slid down towards the thick mat of pubes around his crotch.

“There. Now we’re going to play nicely, aren’t we? The cock twitched and jumped slightly.

“Yes. But you must not tease me. When I begin to lose control, you must work quickly.”

“Oh, no… I wouldn’t dream of teasing this monster… look at how angry he’s getting right now, trying to reach my pussy…”

She was right. The cock was alternating between stretching back towards her from between his legs, and wrapping itself backwards around his waist, but she was staying just out of reach. The cockhead had turned purple, and was flinging about long strands of precum. She was getting turned on again. She reached down further to grab his balls, and when he turned his head to look at her, she kissed him deeply.

The cock soon found its way into her hands, and she began jerking it vigorously while still kissing him from behind. He bit her lip softly and moaned. She pressed her body against his, with the wooden pole in between them. She wrapped her legs around his so that the hard tentpole was pushing into her mound. The witchdoctor was starting to become more animated, pumping his hips back and forth in time with her strokes. He moaned again, louder this time.
“Don’t worry.” She said. “I’m in control this time… you can get as excited as you want. I’m gonna tame this beast between your legs even if I have to drain every last drop of cum from you.” No woman had ever spoken words like that to the witchdoctor before, and it set his heart racing. Natsumi smiled as his thrusts became more pronounced, his entire body arching forward in a vain attempt to find more fist to penetrate. She almost wished he had his hands free so he could help with the task.

“Yeah… that’s right. You love it, don’t you…”

 

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He replied by inhaling sharply. A violent twitch of his legs preceded a thick spurt of sticky precum.

“Oh… yes… but I need your… I need to be inside you…”

“Hmmm… sounds nice… but not yet. I need to bring you closer to coming first.”

“Please, please do not tease me!” The whole tent shook from the vibrations traveling through the pole. “OK, OK… I’ll let him have a little taste of my pussy, but that’s it.” Another shot of precum. He was starting to lose control. She looked into his eyes. They were wide and bloodshot. She walked around to the front of him. When her naked body came into full view, he lurched forward involuntarily, but was caught at the last second by the bindings around his wrists.

“Whoa, easy does it there!… looks like we’re gonna have to tie up your waist as well, I think…” She got out another piece of the rope, and wrapped it around the pole and his waist in two figure-of-eights, tying it off securely.

“Should I tie up your feet as well, or are you going to be a good boy?”

“No… I… ahhh… I cannot hold on much longer…ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

She went around to the front once more, and allowed her pussy to get close enough for his cock to reach it. He was as far forward as his bindings would let him, and his cock forced its way into her cunt as far as she would allow it. Each time, she would let him get a little deeper, but then take it away. When inside her, his cock pumped back and forth rapidly like a jackhammer. She nearly swooned, and had to sit down for a second. She saw him looking at her pussy as she sat in front of him, and decided to tease him a little more.

“Yeah, this is what you want, isn’t it…?” She spread her legs wide and began playing with her labia. The witchdoctor made an unintelligible noise through clenched teeth as he strained against his ropes.

“You wanna see me play with my pussy? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

He grunted, and precum splatted onto her tits.
“Ooh, nice shot… you’re going to get me all sticky again, aren’t you?”

He began to writhe and squirm, as if to wriggle out of his bonds. Seeing that turned her on even more, and she brought both hands down to her pussy. She felt sure that she would come soon. He threw his body back and forth in an attempt to escape, but the ropes held tight. Her head rolled back. Just a little more… just a little more, she thought.

Then she heard a crack. She looked up. The witchdoctor was not moving anymore, but clearly the crack had come from the tentpole. Then she looked down. His cock had wrapped itself around the pole, and was now flexing with all its might, trying to break it. No way! She stared in shock. Surely the magic wasn’t that strong!

CRACK! The witchdoctor was now pulling with his body as well as his cock. He had a crazy smile on his face, and he was still staring at Natsumi’s pussy. Should she run? It was too late, as at that moment the pole broke in two, with a resounding SSSSNAPP!!! She whirled around to find the door, but the tent collapsed all around her. Oh shit, she thought… maybe teasing WAS a bad idea. She was scared. She crawled quickly towards the edge of the tent as he struggled to untangle himself, and felt around until she found the place where the tent fabric was not fastened to the ground. Her head poked out into the sunshine, and she was about to get up to make a run for it, when two strong hands grabbed her ankles. He pulled her back into the remains of the tent, and looped the rope of his still-bound hands around her neck so she could not get away. She tried to fight back, but he flipped her onto her back with ease, and brought his weight down on her, pinning her to the ground. This time, there was no playing around. He started fucking her, harder than she had ever been fucked before. If this was how rough he was at the beginning, she thought, he would probably kill her before he reached orgasm…

“No… NO!!! SOMEBODY HELP!!!”

Of course, no one was around. She thumped her fists on his back, to no avail. Already he had forced most of his cock into her, and if her pussy lips were stretched any more, she felt sure they would rip.

“STOP, PLEASE!!! IT’S TOO MUUUUUUUCH!!!”

The cock responded by twisting and spiraling quickly in her pussy, stimulating each of her most erogenous zones in a way that made her come nearly instantly, despite the pain she was in.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!”

Now that she had come, he shoved his entire cock into her, and for the first time she felt his huge balls slapping against her. The pain was almost unbearable now, so it was almost a relief when he pulled out and began fucking her ass.

“OH SHIT THAT’S TIGHT…” she yelled. Suddenly, her pussy felt extremely empty, and before she knew it, she was fucking her pussy with three fingers. Somehow, she had forgotten all about escape. More and more cock was being pushed into her ass, and she felt certain that she would soon start feeling it coming up her throat. She moaned, and came again. Her orgasms were coming faster and faster now.

“OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUUUUUUUUUUCK…..”

The witch doctor laughed maniacally, and began sucking on her tits, biting her nipples hard as he rammed her ass without mercy. She wrapped her legs around his back, and rubbed her clit furiously. The folds of the tent prevented her from seeing anything, but by feeling around with her other hand, she found that nearly all of his cock was in her ass. OH MY GOD THIS IS SO HOT… she thought, and she shook as she came again, screaming in Japanese.

“OHHH IIII…. OHHH KIMOCHIIIIIIIII YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”

She was delirious. She thought she could hear someone calling her name. But here she was not Natsumi. She was a goddess. She heard it again.

“Natsumi, wake up!”

She did not want to.

“Wake up, Natsumi!”

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She awoke with a start. She was soaked in sweat, entangled thoroughly in the bedclothes. She was back in her room, and a shirtless Antoine was above her, looking concerned.

“Are you OK? I think you were having a bad dream… you were making noises – I heard you say ‘somebody help’…”

“Oh… it was a dream… yeah… umm… thanks… Antoine.”

“I’m just glad you’re OK.”

He didn’t realize it, but both her hands had been on her pussy, which had made a huge wet stain on the bed. She had been masturbating the whole time. Her face was flushed, and she was still as horny as hell.

“Don’t worry. Everything is fine now.” He leaned over to give her a big hug, and when she sat up, she realized that at some point during the dream, she had taken off the top part of her pajamas, and was sitting there in her bra. Her pointy nipples poked Antoine’s naked chest.

“Oh, I’m sorry… I didn’t realize you… um…” Antoine became embarrassed, but could not stop staring at her breasts. Against his will, he started to get hard.

“It’s OK, Antoine…” Seeing him with his shirt off had given her a lovely idea to solve the problem of her horniness. She was so hot, she just wanted to jump on top of him and ride him all night.

“Antoine…”

“Yes…”

“Do you remember when we were dancing in the club, and I said that you were my favorite of all your friends?”

“Yes… did you mean that?”

“Yes… do you remember what happened next, Antoine?”

Antoine hesitated for a second. “I do… you asked me if I would eat your… your pussy, and I got really excited.”

“Yes, a bit too excited maybe. My fault, though… sorry about that.”

“No, don’t say sorry… that was one of the most intense experiences of my life! I thought I had died and gone to heaven!”

She pushed him down onto the bed, and reached back to undo her bra.

“Well then soldier, tonight is your lucky night…”

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Part IX​

“OK, Dylan, let’s go through the sequence of events one more time, and maybe you’ll remember something new.” Dylan was finally warm again. He had been in an uncomfortable holding cell for the past 48 hours, and was now in a small room speaking with the man who would be his advocate for the investigation. His name was Simon, and while he didn’t seem to be the most organized of his profession, at least he spoke English well, Dylan thought.

“What day is it?” Dylan asked.

“Wednesday. About 4:30 PM. Just half an hour more and I think you’ll be ready for tomorrow. Tell me again what happened after the gun went off in your hand.”

“I’ve already gone over it several times. Chris and I decided to split up after the fight in the alley. The other guy had run off already. I didn’t want to go back to the car, because it was over where all the people were… I decided that I would take the train home just in case, and Chris went to find the car. I ran a block or so, and I realized I was still holding the gun… so I dropped it in a gutter.”

“Yes, well, we’ve established that running and ditching the gun was not your smartest move, but I think it will help you if you can remember exactly where you tossed it. Please look at this map and show me again where you think you disposed of it.”

“The police already looked in all the gutters… and besides, I don’t understand how finding the gun helps me…”

“THINK for one fucking second! Marchaud was shot twice, but only one bullet was found in his body – the one in his chest. Your bullet hit him in the stomach. If we can prove that the gun you shot doesn’t match the chest bullet, then there’s obviously something else going on here!”

“What’s the difference how many times he was shot? He was going to die anyways.”

“Not necessarily! Abdominal wounds are extremely painful, but he might have survived IF he had received treatment. Are you absolutely sure you only hit him once?”

“Pretty sure. What did the coroner say about the time of death?”

“The time of death was put at about six in the morning. Poor bastard must have suffered quite a bit.”

“So did they establish when he was shot for the second time?”

“That’s more difficult to tell… I had a friend of mine look at some of the forensics pictures, though, and he said that of the two injuries, the stomach one definitely looked older. Of course, the prosecution will argue that you or Chris could just have easily shot him later yourselves.”

“Any more info on that car that the witness saw?”

“The Mercedes? No, and you shouldn’t bank on getting any… he didn’t see the license plate, and there wasn’t anything that really connected it to the incident, anyways. It could have been anyone. Now, we have two written statements from your friends, placing you at the girl’s house, Natsumi’s house, between about 1:00 AM and 7:00 AM on Sunday, the morning after. Can you think of any possible way to prove to the court that you were indeed there?

“No… I don’t know.”

“Please try to think. If we can establish that the victim suffered the fatal shot between those hours, a solid alibi will do wonders for your case.”

“I don’t even think she’d be willing to help me out any more. I haven’t heard from her since I was arrested. Is she going to come to the hearing tomorrow?”

“No, but her statement will be read. If the magistrate decides that he needs to hear her speak, she will be summoned at a later date. The person we NEED to be there is Chris, but I don’t think that’s going to happen, not at this rate… You mentioned in your statement that he has an ex-girlfriend living not so far away. Any recollections on her name, or where we might find an address among Chris’s belongings? The police brought out a lot of stuff from your house, and they are still going through it. I suspect we’ll see some of it trotted out tomorrow. Anyways, the window for finding him is quickly slipping away. He may already be out of the country.”

“Yeah… he never mentioned that girl’s name – I think she was his girlfriend from a long time ago… he did talk once about a black girlfriend of his that was in the army, but I don’t know if that was the same one. He was bragging about how she drove tanks.”

“When did he tell you this? Do you think she’s still enlisted?”

“I don’t know… he said he met her when she was on a leave of absence, after she had a head injury. It made sense to me, because I couldn’t imagine any girl dating him unless she had some sort of brain trauma…”

“Hmm… that’s pretty thin. There aren’t that many bases close to Paris, though, so it might be something the police could look into. Tough break getting ditched by your friend, man. I’m gonna be honest with you, this is gonna be an uphill battle. Not to freak you out, but the stuff that happens tomorrow will set the tone for the entire investigation. You ran away from the cops, that’s definitely going to be an issue, but you seem to be a decent guy, so just be yourself, and above all, stay calm. Now go eat something, and rest up. I’ll be seeing you first thing in the morning.”

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An hour or so later, Dylan sat in his locked room, trying to think his way out of the mess he was in. It didn’t help that the food he had been given was not nearly enough to curb his hunger; all they had given him was one soggy store-bought sandwich and a can of soda. He had already done some exercises in an effort to de-stress, but nothing seemed to help. Sleep would be out of the question. “Nothing left to do now but pray, I guess” he mused. Then came the noise of a door opening at the end of the hall. Soft footsteps came closer and he saw again the large bearded man with glasses that was in charge of this part of the station. He slid back the small opening on the door to speak.

“You have a visitor. Come up to the front with me.”

Glad for any chance to get out of the holding area, Dylan sprang up and walked quickly to the door.

“Did you see who it was? Is it a young woman?”

The officer said nothing, but pointed Dylan into a small room with a low table and wooden chairs. A guard stood motionless by the door.

“Sit down and wait here. You have ten minutes.” said the bearded officer.

Dylan obeyed, choosing a seat facing the door. He briefly entertained the notion of bolting right back through the door to try and escape, but the strong-looking guard beside it was eyeing him sternly. Then a figure appeared in the door, her gaze cast downward. It was Natsumi. She did not look happy.

“Hi.” She said quietly.

“I thought you weren’t going to come.”

“I didn’t think I was going to either, but I was here already, so I thought I’d come see how you were doing.”

“Oh my god, I’m so happy to see you…” Dylan started to get up to hug her, but the guard stopped him at once, telling him in a loud voice to please stay seated. Then something occurred to Dylan.

“Wait, what do you mean, here already?”

“I had a very bad experience yesterday with this guy, and I came to talk to the police about it today.”

“What? What guy? A friend of yours? What happened?”

Natsumi began relating her story of how she went looking for Chris in Drancy, but had instead found a dangerous would-be kidnapper. Her voice was emotionless, and she seemed very detached from the events she was describing. Dylan, of course, felt more than partly responsible, as she had just been following the instructions he had given her. He became very quiet.

“And so, the police told me that they couldn’t do very much to help – they just told me not to go walking around strange neighborhoods at night… the picture I took of the guy was too blurry to see properly, but they put it in their files anyways. I’m supposed to come back tomorrow to help a sketch artist to produce a picture, but I have a final exam, so it’s gonna have to be later. I am so gonna fail tomorrow.”

“Oh, jeez… talk about bad timing. I feel really bad about what happened… but I still need your help. Can you think of any way you can prove I was at your house on Saturday night? It would really help me out.”

“No, I… I don’t know. I wish I could help you out, but I don’t think I can. Actually, I think we should make this the last time we see each other.”

 

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“No… please don’t say that. I’m gonna figure this out. You know I’m not a murderer. You said you believed me.”

“Please don’t make this difficult for me. I’ve already made my decision. I told you I can’t be around someone that is involved with drugs and stuff. I can’t be with someone who doesn’t tell the truth. Please try to understand me.”

“What are you talking about? I’ve been completely honest with you!”

“I don’t think you have!”

“How? When? What are you talking about?”

“I know you and Chris were dealing drugs from your gross-ass flop house. I know that you guys had guns in your house. For all I know, you’re friends with that bastard in the black car!”

“Wait, what? You don’t know what you’re talking about! I told you, it was Chris that was involved with drugs, and besides, he was supposed to be past all that! And we never had any guns at all! You’re crazy!”

“I’m crazy? I’M CRAZY? Then tell me why the hell an INNOCENT man steals my money and phone, RUNS from the cops, and hides in a fucking YOUTH HOSTEL!”

“I told you! You let me borrow some money! I’m sorry I took your phone! I panicked, alright!”

“This is all your fault! I nearly got killed yesterday!” Natsumi’s eyes were filled with tears.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I never meant for any of this to happen… please don’t leave me here…”

“Shut up! Don’t you dare try to guilt trip me! You fucked with my emotions, and you’ve fucked my chances at passing my exams! I don’t need you to ruin my life any more!”

Just then, the guard interjected. “If this is going to get ugly, I’m going to have to ask you to leave, miss.”

Natsumi choked back tears, and replied “No need. I’ve said everything I wanted to say. I’m going.”

She turned around and stormed out of the room. Dylan slumped on the table and buried his face in his crossed arms. He was led back to his cell, and after collapsing on the bed, lay awake for some time, eventually falling into a fitful sleep.

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Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, Yvette counted. Including herself, that made twelve. She had expected more people would be present at the hearing, as it was quite a serious case, but then large courtroom battles of the kind seen on television seldom occurred in France. Her courses had taught her not to view the practice of law as a battle against another lawyer, but a battle with forces that confuse or obfuscate the truth. If the right people are chosen, this can be accomplished with only two or three magistrates and a handful of lay judges. In this case, five lay judges had been called, four men and one woman. They would provide independent evaluation in addition to that of the three professional judges. It had been difficult to get into the hearing, especially since she had provided one of the written statements herself, but ultimately she won the right to attend as a student observer. She listened with a keen ear as the case was formally introduced and the events of last Saturday were built up, bit by bit. She settled into her seat, and looked up at the vaulted ceiling of the magisterial chamber. It was going to be a long day for everyone.

At that very moment, Natsumi too was trying to get comfortable in her seat, as she slowly worked her way through page after page of meticulously crafted multiple choice questions. She had already skipped two sections, and would soon have to begin answering some essay questions. She too had not slept well the night before, and her concentration was suffering as a result. Still, she soldiered on. Her backpack lay beside her at the foot of her desk. Three times during the exam already the phone inside it had buzzed audibly, which had earned her a dirty look from several of her surrounding classmates. She ignored them. She was stuck on trying to remember the tempering ranges for the various types of chocolate. She skipped it. The next question asked her to indicate which portion of crabmeat was least edible. Easy. She looked at the clock. One hour left. She gritted her teeth, and tried not to panic. Her mind kept wandering back to what Dylan had said. Even after she had confronted him with the facts, he still maintained his innocence. She was just as confused as ever. Just then, her phone vibrated again.

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Back at the hearing, Dylan was feeling betrayed. So far, Simon had failed to make a single convincing argument for his innocence. All he had talked about were facts, facts, facts. Dylan knew that there were not enough of them lying in his favor. At the moment, Simon was using the projector to outline on a map the locations of where Remy was shot, where the Mercedes was seen, and where the body was found. The three judges had said very little so far; one incessantly making notes, one forty-something redhead with her chin on her fist, and one with his hands together in front of his face, eyes closed for the past ten minutes. “Better be listening, old man…” thought Dylan.

He looked over at Yvette. Her presence had buoyed his spirits somewhat, but he was soon told that she was only there as an observer, and would not get a chance to speak. What is wrong with this system? He thought. What’s the point of witnesses if you never call upon them? I could probably do a better job of defending myself! He then snapped back to reality. Someone was asking a question. It was the red-haired judge.

“I ask again; is the sequence of events outlined by your representative a faithful description of what happened on Saturday, the seventeenth of this current month?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have anything to add?”

“No. Yes. I want to add that I only ran from the police out of fear, not out of guilt. As a visitor in this country who has an imperfect command of French, I feared that it would be easy for the authorities to portray me in a bad light, and I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.”

“Have you been mistreated or abused in any way since your arrest?” She asked with one eyebrow raised.

“No sir, I mean, your honour. I realize that I have implicated myself, but I have never used either guns or hard drugs. I am just a regular Canadian student. Your honour, I am innocent.”

“It doesn’t matter whether you are a regular person or not. Only your actions matter. However, we do not yet have enough information to determine your guilt or innocence, so let us now hear from the prosecution’s side.”

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The final hour of her exam was almost up. Natsumi had finished all the short answer questions, and as many of the multiple choice as possible, and was now frantically writing her last essay question, which required her to choose four spices and seasonings from a list, and write a paragraph for each describing their uses throughout history. She still had two to go, so she took the easy way out, and began writing quickly about the uses of vinegar from Babylonian to Roman times, as well as its essential role in the invention of sushi. Finally, in the remaining seconds, she wrote a semi-aborted paragraph on saffron, and the exam was over. She handed her exam over to the invigilator as he passed, and let out a feeble sigh. She was exhausted. Students started filing out of the room, tossing out pieces of scrap note paper as they went. She hoisted her backpack onto her lap, and took out her phone to see what news Yvette had sent. Four new messages were waiting for her. They were as follows.

8:49 AM Hi Natsumi. Hearing is pretty boring so far. No new evidence presented yet. Both sides gave their version of the truth. Dylan looks super stressed out.

10:25 AM OMG they found a gun in Dylan’s house. No prints on it, but it doesn’t look good for him… ballistics match it to the bullet in the victim’s chest.

10:42 AM They won’t let me talk at all. Don’t think they believe your statement because you are his friend or something. Dylan is not helping his case either.

11:19 AM Almost all evidence has been presented. One guy left to talk, don’t know who he is. Dylan needs a break here.

It was 11:30. The hearing was still going. She wondered if she had enough time to get over there before it ended. She thought better of it – she had decided for herself that she would not see him again. The first thing on her mind at the moment was to crack open her textbook and check some of the answers she had put on the test. She would not get a chance, though, as her phone buzzed one more time. When she read the message, she immediately forgot about her test.

11:31 AM Coroner found yesterday prints on victim’s wallet belonging to a known criminal; name Bastien Jakes. Could be significant!

Quickly, she typed the name into a search bar on her phone. Only a few hits showed up, but one was a news article. She brought it up. Her hand went to her mouth. The news story described a gangland style shooting from three years ago. At the top of the page was a police sketch. It was the man who had chased her. She gasped. This clinched it in her mind. It must have been him. Dylan was telling the truth… but she couldn’t do anything to help him anymore…

Something beeped at her. Her phone had never made that noise before, she thought. She looked at it accusingly. What’s the matter with you – you have nearly a full charge, stop complaining, she thought. But it wasn’t a battery warning; the phone was telling her that its memory was nearly used up. How could that be, she thought. I don’t have much data on there, only a few pictures and text messages! Scrolling through her menus, she came across her data usage sheet, opened it, and gasped again. There in front of her was the evidence that could prove Dylan’s innocence. She had to get to a computer. Fast.

 

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The hearing chamber was still abuzz after the coroner’s new evidence had been presented. Simon had hoped something like this would surface; up until now only partial and smudged prints had been found on the corpse, and those prints had been loosely matched to Dylan’s own. Now that the pendulum had started to swing back in their favor, Simon began altering his closing statement on the fly to incorporate the new findings. If it led to a new suspect in the case, they would be in a much stronger position in the next hearing.
Simon heard one of the three judges address the room in general.

“Now, if there is no further evidence to present, we will commence with the closing statements. The prosecution will go first.”

The other lawyer stood up to walk to the front of the room. Out of the corner of his eye, Simon saw the pretty blonde law student across the table beckoning frantically to him. He mouthed the word “What?” to her, and she thrust her phone out to him, mouthing back the word “EVIDENCE”. He shook his head – it was too late; the prosecution was already starting to speak. Yvette couldn’t contain herself anymore.

“Excuse me, everyone! I have something that you might want to take a look at!”

The judge who had seemed to be asleep opened his eyes slowly and a faint smile crossed his lips.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible. All the evidence must be registered with this court at least 24 hours in advance of a hearing. As well, we were under the impression that you were here in an observational capacity only, Miss…”

“My name is Yvette. I’m a friend of the defendant, and I’ve just gotten a message that is highly pertinent to this case!”

“As I’ve said, you may submit the evidence to the police, who will check its authenticity, and it may be included in the next hearing. Now please let us continue, or we will have to ask you to leave.” He turned back to the prosecutor. Yvette stood up, speaking more loudly this time.

“Wait a second. The new fingerprint evidence came from last night. There’s no way that was 24 hours notice.”

“The judges may use their own discretion whether to include last minute evidence. In this instance, the coroner made a strong case that it should be included.”

“So why not just let me show it to you and you can decide for yourself whether or not to include it?”

The sleepy-looking judge was becoming visibly annoyed. “It is not the responsibility of this court to authenticate evidence. Now will you please sit down!”

“No! If you really care about what actually happened, you should listen!”

Next, the prosecution spoke up. “No one needs to listen to you! Need I remind you, you are a long way from being a lawyer, my girl!”

“Sit down!” The judges bellowed.

The dark-haired judge who had been taking notes raised his hands slightly, trying to calm everyone down. “Tom, why don’t we just take a quick look… it couldn’t hurt.” The two male judges both looked over to their female counterpart for the deciding vote. She nodded, and began speaking to the representative of the lay-judges.

“Miss LeClerc, do any of the lay-judges oppose the introduction of new, unverified evidence on a provisionary basis”?

None of the five lay judges raised a hand. The lay-judge named Miss LeClerc, a tall, professional looking blonde, responded.

“No, your Honour, we do not oppose.”

“Alright, then, make it fast. What is the nature of your evidence?”

“I’m not quite sure.”

“What? How can you not know?”

“I mean, my friend Natsumi just sent me a message with a web address in it, and a password to her account. Can we access the internet quickly?”

“Here, use my laptop. It’s already connected to the projector.” Simon interjected. The prosecutor grumbled something under his breath.

Yvette slid her chair over beside Simon’s, and typed in the address. It was a Japanese social networking site, not unlike Facebook. She accessed Natsumi’s account, brought it up on the big screen, and followed the instructions in her message until she found the file she wanted. She clicked on it.

Instantly, the room was filled with the sound of a woman moaning loudly. Yvette’s jaw dropped. Then the video kicked in. Dylan’s eyes flashed with recognition. The video! He thought. I had forgotten all about it!

There, on the screen, he saw himself burying his face in Natsumi’s pussy from behind as she stood on her hands and knees. He could even see the bottle of tequila they had been sharing. His cock twitched strongly at the images and memories of that night. It had clearly made an impression on the others as well; they all sat in stunned silence.

The lay-judges looked at each other, wondering if this could possibly be normal. Then the prosecution spoke up.

“Your honour, is this some sort of sick joke? You can’t be serious!”

“No! Look! It’s Dylan!” shouted Yvette, as his face became visible for a split second.

“What the hell is this!?!” yelled the judge named Tom, who now looked significantly less sleepy than before. His face was red, and he was clearly furious, but he could not take his eyes from the screen, watching as Dylan lifted Natsumi up off the bed and pinned her upside-down against the wall, with his hands on her hips, and her legs making a “Y” in the air. They were doing a standing sixty-nine, and Natsumi seemed to be loving it.

“I’m telling you, it’s Dylan and Natsumi!” cried Yvette. Just like they said in their statements! Look at the timestamp on the bottom of the screen!”

Sure enough, the timestamp read 18/10/09 02:55, not long after the altercation at the club.

Yvette looked for a response from the judges. The female judge, staring intently at the screen spoke in a hushed voice.

“Even if the timestamp is accurate, it’s impossible to tell who they are from this angle. If this is to be evidence, we need to establish beyond reasonable doubt that that is him.”

“Your honour, I find this highly suspect! Think how easy it would be to doctor this evidence!” shouted the prosecutor.

“Silence, please while we evaluate this new evidence! hissed the judge with the black hair.” All the rest of the people in the room were silent.

And so they watched, waiting for Dylan to turn towards the camera. It seemed they might be in for a wait, though, as he still had his face buried deeply in Natsumi’s upside-down snatch. Her legs curled themselves around his neck, and they began to shudder. Underneath, they could see her grabbing and squeezing his monstrous balls. Slowly, the pair slid down the wall and collapsed on the floor together, still locked in a sixty-nine with Natsumi on top. When Dylan’s cock came into view, several in the room let out audible gasps, Miss Leclerc’s being the loudest. Even Yvette, who had been somewhat mentally prepared for it, stared in disbelief. She looked over at the female judge, whose mouth had formed into a round “O” shape. The men in the room fidgeted in their seats and glanced about at the other men, trying to guage their reactions. Still, though, Dylan’s face was not visible. Then, finally, he got up, and pulled Natsumi back onto the bed. Now everyone could see it was him on the screen.

Suddenly, Dylan felt an entirely new kind of attention being focused on him. He didn’t like it. It seemed to be only the men who were looking at him, with something that resembled contempt. His earlier arousal was now mixed with a good portion of discomfort. After hesitating, he spoke up.

“So, is everyone satisfied that it’s me in the video? Shall we move on?”

Miss LeClerc answered him with a strained voice. “We shall receive your closing statement shortly, please let us consider this new evidence.” She glanced at him and gave him a faint smile. She wanted to keep watching!

All Dylan could do was watch as his sexual escapades were projected onto the screen for all to see. He felt horribly exposed, but the look he had just gotten from Miss LeClerc had also made him feel supremely sexy. He watched as his 2-D self positioned Natsumi’s ass in the air and prepared her pussy for an overhead jackhammer assault. Rubbing and sliding his sausage in long strokes against the puffy lips of her cunt, the movie-Dylan asked

“Are you ready for this again?”

“Mmmm… I think so. I hope so. Let’s find out”. Natsumi replied in a breathy voice.

If Dylan remembered correctly, fucking in that position had made Natsumi come almost instantly. Sure enough, after a few hard thrusts, she started moaning even louder, first in English, and then, as she got more and more excited, she lapsed into Japanese.

“Ohhh, my Goddddddddd… that’s what I need… fuck me you fucking stud, that’s it. Ohhhhh iiiiiii…. iiiii yoooo… motto hayaku… motto hageshiku shite… bisho-bisho no manko o fakku shite… aaaahhhh kimochiiiiii… ahhh… IKI SOU YO I’M COMING SOON OH I’M COMMIIIIIIIIING!!!

 

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Natsumi’s cries of ecstasy reverberated through the hearing room. Dylan wondered if she had fully thought about the implications of sending that link to Yvette. Quite a gesture, he thought… maybe she did care, after all. He smiled.

“Excuse me, exactly how much more of this are we going to watch?” The prosecuting lawyer demanded.

The judge named Tom spoke to Yvette. “How much time is remaining in this video?”

She checked the window on Simon’s laptop. “Another twenty-three minutes, your honour.”

“Seriously? Well, fast forward a little bit, so we can just get the gist of it.”

The female judge spoke up. “Without a thorough viewing of the video evidence, we may miss a crucial exchange of words regarding the death of the victim. Leave it be.”

Tom looked at his male colleague for his input. He shrugged noncommittally. Tom rolled his eyes and gave up. Dylan shook his head in disbelief. Even the people who wanted the video turned off weren’t arguing especially forcefully. Then he noticed that Miss Leclerc, who was now sitting slightly back from the table, had surreptitiously slipped her hand into her blouse, and now looked to be fondling her nipple! She noticed him staring at her, and put her finger to her mouth as if to say “Shh!”. This was unbelievable!

On the screen, Dylan had pulled Natsumi on top of him on her back, and was about to take her pussy again lying down from behind. Her labia had been stretched out, and when she spread her legs her pussy opened into a small oval shape. It was shiny and glistening from the mixture of their wetness. Achingly slowly, he entered her again.


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Meanwhile, Natsumi was at the subway, waiting anxiously for a train. After sending the message to Yvette from one of the computers at her school, she had been at a loss over what to do next. She was mentally and physically exhausted; her final exam had taken up her last reserves of energy. Upon the revelation of her would-be kidnapper’s identity, though, she felt a new surge of anger and resentment towards him, and was now determined to give this new information to the police. The train arrived. Natsumi got on and began to wonder if she had done the right thing. Her final conversation with Dylan the day before had been difficult for her as well, and whenever she thought of him, she felt the guilt associated with abandoning a friend, even though a large part of her still considered him a lying bastard. Why come clean about everything but the gun? She wondered.

Then a thought occurred to her. If the creep with the Mercedes had seen her leaving Chris and Dylan’s house, then he knew where they lived… could he have planted a gun there the night of the murder? It made sense! No prints were found on the gun, so it could really have come from anywhere! She quickly looked at her watch. The trial would be over in another 15 minutes. As the train stopped and the doors opened, she rushed out to change platforms.


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Despite her best efforts to maintain professionality, Yvette was squirming in her seat with horniness. Fifteen minutes into the video, and Natsumi had come twice already. Her panties were soaked at the sight of her sexy roommate getting pounded by her big-dicked lover. She wanted desperately to see his huge cum cannon shoot its load. Her mouth watered with anticipation. She wanted most of all to jam her hands into her panties and finger herself to a series of fast, intense orgasms.

She couldn’t take it any more. She slowly slid her 1” thick binder from the table and placed it upright between her legs. No one seemed to be watching her at all. Even just a little pressure on her clit would work wonders, she thought, and pressed the spine of her binder against her crotch. She froze as one of the male lay-judges beside her turned to speak into his neighbor’s ear. She heard every word – thankfully, they were not talking about her.

“Jesus, that girl can take a cock like a champion…”

“No shit, she should be a fucking porn star.” The other man replied.

Another chimed in, speaking in a whisper. “Yeah, that guy is one lucky son of a bitch… of course, with a dick like that, no wonder she’s crazy over him. Is he for real?

“I don’t know… all I know is, this is the hottest god-damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

Just then, on the screen, Dylan let out a loud grunt, and started pumping Natsumi’s pussy faster and faster. He squeezed her ass cheeks together and bounced her up and down on his cock like she was riding a bucking bronco.

Dylan let out one long, tortured moan, and soon the audience saw thick streams of cum running down the bottom of his shaft and onto his balls. His strokes became too frantic, and as he lost his timing, the head of his cock popped out, firing long streamers of cum towards the camera. Natsumi got up, shouting “Hey, don’t get it on the bed!”

She jumped down to grab his cock forcefully, trying to catch his come in her hands. When this didn’t work, she tried squeezing his cock tightly to slow the flow until she could get some Kleenex, but it only made him shoot higher and farther. Finally, after a thorough soaking of the bed, he was done.

“You are making a big mess… what am I gonna do about all this?”

“Let’s worry about that later. What’s the score?”

“That’s two for me and one for you.” Dylan dutifully took a long swig from the bottle of tequila.

“Oh, you know what, you forgot to have your tequila last time. That means you have to drink twice now.”

“Says who?”

“Me. I invented this game.”

“Fine. Give me the lemon too.”

Natsumi took her two drinks, followed by a wince-inducing mouthful of lemon. She opened her eyes again and looked at Dylan.

“Wow, I’m getting drunk… I think you’re winning.”

“Well, then, you’d better start working my cock again if you want to catch up…”

Dylan got up, dangling his cock in Natsumi’s face. Small drops of cum still clung to it.

“Ha ha. I don’t know if this big boy has any juice left… look, he’s gone soft.”

“That’s just temporary. I can get hard again whenever I need to.”

“Oh really? I’d like to see that.”

“Well, just say the word then.”

“Oh, it’s that easy, huh? OK, then you don’t need me to touch it then. Go ahead, get hard.”

“You have to ask nicely.”

“OK. Please get haaaaaard for me baby.”

“You can do better than that. Show me that you want it.” Natsumi smiled and put on her best “porn-star face”.

“Oh… pretty please please please… get that cock hard for me again… I’m not done with it yet.”

His cock twitched, and started to grow.

“Better. Now make it believable.” He ordered.

She came in close, and blew softly onto the head of his dick.

“I never wanna see this cock go soft… I want it ready for me any time I want it… come on, baby, give it to me…”

It was working. Her sexy words coupled with her soft, warm breath soon had it raising past the horizontal. Natsumi became excited again.

“Yeah… that’s right… your cock likes me doesn’t it…”

“Oh… baby… you’re fucking right it does.”

His cock was nearly fully hard. Natsumi was delighted.

“My God you’re right! I don’t even have to touch it!”

She grabbed it with both hands and began pumping it, forcing it towards its maximum size. She held one hand at the bottom tightly, like a makeshift cockring to keep the blood from flowing back into his body. She wanted to see exactly how big he could get. As his rod became more and more purple, it also became hard, harder even than it had been before. She looked up into his eyes, and started kissing the tip softly.

“Ohhh… come on, put it in your mouth”…

“How big does this get? Is this the maximum size?”

“Pretty much.”

“What do you mean, ‘pretty much’?”

“Well, I get my biggest erections when I haven’t come for a few days… when I’m unbelievably horny.”

“Ohh… that’s too bad. I guess I’ll just have to bring you back here next week then, huh?”

“Sounds good to me…”

“Don’t get the wrong idea about me… I don’t usually take guys home… let alone ones that I find coughing up blood at the train station after getting into fights…” she cautioned.

“I know… thank you for taking care of me. It’s been quite a night... some crazy shit happened with those guys after we got kicked out, and I’m still kind of shaken up.”

“Is that how you got separated from Chris?”

“Yeah… don’t worry about it… I think he can handle himself”.

“Oh look! It’s snowing!”

“Hey yeah… first snow of the winter. Little early this year.”

Natsumi was still jerking his cock, which now stood nearly straight up, hard and huge.

“Is this ready to go?”

“Oh, you know it baby… get up and let me do you from behind…”

Dylan turned Natsumi around, picked up one of her legs, and draped it over his cock so that he was between her legs.

“Now get on your hands and knees. This could get rough.” Natsumi obeyed, and waited eagerly for her new favorite toy. She didn’t have to wait long – Dylan wasted no time forcing inch after inch of manmeat into her, causing loud, wet noises to emanate from her vagina.

“Now that’s the sound of a happy pussy…” Dylan boasted.

Quickly, his thrusts were pushing her further and further towards the edge of the bed. The sheets had long ago been tossed from the bed, so the best Natsumi could do was try to hold on to the mattress. She moaned as Dylan swiveled his hips, causing his cock to push itself around inside her, stretching her pussy out even further as it moved in a circle. He grabbed her tit with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other. She felt another orgasm building already, but she was so drunk, her head was spinning. His thrusts became more forceful, and she found herself on the very edge of the bed. Soon, she lost her balance, and the two drunken lovers again found themselves on the floor, but still fucking like rabbits.

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Natsumi had finally made it to the law offices. She had run all the way from the station, and was extremely short of breath. Five minutes to go. She had no idea where the room was – the only way she had found the law office was because she had met Yvette there a few times before. She looked around the large atrium in bewilderment for someone to ask. Then she saw someone she knew. Gilles! He was walking across the center of the tiled floor, carrying what looked like some coffee in paper cups. She ran over to him.

“Gilles! Gilles! Where are they? I have to talk to them, where’s the room that Yvette is in?”

“Nacchan, what are you doing here?! - I thought you had an exam!”


“I did, I’m done – I have to talk to the people in the hearing, I know something about the fingerprints guy!”

“What? Wait, slow down. You can’t go in there, and besides, I think they’re pretty much done now already.”

“The guy! The guy whose fingerprints they found! He was the guy that chased me!”

“No shit! Well, you gotta go to the police then!”

“There’s no time… I… what are YOU doing here!” Natsumi had just spied Marc sitting down on a bench outside the door to the hearing room. She had not seen him since the day Dylan got arrested.

“This is all YOUR fault! You ratted Dylan out! You called the police on us!”

Marc was clearly shocked to see Natsumi, and immediately went on the defensive.

“Hang on a minute. What do you mean ‘on us’? Why on earth are you still defending this guy after what he did to you?”

“Just admit it! You overheard where Dylan was staying, and you called the cops to go and arrest him!”

“Well of course I did! I was doing what any responsible citizen would do – in fact, I was doing my civic duty!” Marc stood up, and tried to stare Natsumi down. She didn’t budge.

“First you make up a story about the shooting, and then you send the police after an innocent man! How could you even show your face here?”

“Hey, I know what I saw! He shot the guy. I heard a guy talking during the break – he’s even admitted it in a statement! I was doing you a freaking favor!”

“It was an accident!”

“Get real… he’s a lunatic, and so are you!”

Finally, Natsumi had reached her breaking point. She drew her leg back, wound up, and gave Marc a swift kick to the groin, so hard that it made her foot hurt. But damn if it didn’t make her feel a whole lot better. Marc crumpled, and collapsed back down on the bench, gasping for air.

“You…. b-bitch…” he choked.

Natsumi spun around, and walked over to the hearing room door. She hesitated briefly, and was about to test the doorknob, when it opened right in front of her. She came face to face with a somewhat embarrassed looking judge. Upon recognizing Natsumi, he quickly averted his gaze, and shuffled off down the hall. The rest of the judges filed out, followed by the five lay-judges, and finally Yvette and the others. It appeared the hearing was over. Gilles watched in puzzlement as nearly all the people who had been in the room hurried past, going directly into the washroom. Dylan and the lawyers were next, with Dylan being escorted by a man in a uniform. They allowed him to stop in front of Natsumi.

“So how did it go? Did that video help your case?”

Dylan sighed. “Well, it definitely made things more interesting… I thought at first it was making the judges resent me or something, but it looks like they’re going to treat it as actual evidence, and they’re going to check the authenticity.”

“What do you mean, check it? How would we have faked something like that?”

“I guess they figure we’re pros at digital video editing or something…”

“That’s bullshit. This whole thing is bullshit. When will you know the verdict?”

“Not for some time I’m afraid… that’s just how the system works. But thank you. Thanks for trying to make a difference.”

Then, at the officer’s behest, Dylan was whisked off. She watched as he talked with Simon as they crossed the floor over to the wide double-door entrance of the hall. She fought back tears. Yvette appeared beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Have faith, Nacchan. You just gotta be patient.”

End Part IX​