Outsiders Pt. 04

Raven told him that the three of them had a nice chat and got to know one another better. She also told him that they came to an understanding about how they were to share his affections and not get into any more pissing matches over him. She blushed when she told him that Krista and she talked Lisa into being everyone's sex slave, including theirs.

"Would you like a demonstration," she asked.

"What," Ben said.

"Lisa," Raven said and slid down in her seat to spread her thighs, "take off my panties and eat my pussy for me!"

Lisa got up, took her couch cushion and set it down on the floor, between Raven's long, shapely legs. She knelt on it and nuzzled the blonde's crotch. Raven squirmed in her seat and gasped in delight. Ben couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of Lisa slowly rolling Raven's undies down her thighs and legs until Raven lifted her legs high and Lisa pulled the garment off to toss it aside. She dove back down into the pussy that was presented to her. Raven threw her head back and began to gasp out encouragements to the girl.

"You're turned on by this," Krista said to Ben. "Admit it." He shot her a look. His erection was straining at his pants, making his arousal already obvious. "We make you hard. On our own," she gestured to herself, "or combined." She gestured at Lisa eating Raven's pussy. "So why the hesitation?"

Ben cleared his throat and looked away from the box munching to shoot Krista another look. "It makes me feel like I'm exploiting you. Like I was an abuser."

"Order Lisa to tell you what she wants most in the world in this moment," Krista said. "Go on! Order her!"

He sent Lisa the order to do so. She gave Raven's pussy a long lick before lifting her head just long enough to say, "I want a hard dick to plow my defenseless pussy, please!" Raven tangled her fingers in the brunette's hair and pulled her face back down into her pussy.

"Well," Krista asked of Ben, while Raven resumed her moaning.

Ben got up, took off his utility belt and undid his pants. He knelt behind Lisa and put his hands on her hips. He could plainly see that her pussy lips were engorged as they peeked out from under her "dress". He could smell pussy juice and he was sure it wasn't from Raven. Hers looked to be very quickly gathered up by Lisa. The angle was wrong so he sent Krista the order to give him her seat cushion. She did and he sent Lisa the order to stand up for a moment. She stood with her face still pressed into Raven's pussy and he placed the second cushion atop the first.

When Lisa knelt again, her pussy was perfectly aligned with his hard cock. He grabbed her hips to hold them steady and hilted himself inside her in one hard thrust. He focused on his links to Raven and Lisa's minds and allowed their pleasure to guide him. He plowed Lisa, stoking her orgasm and she moaned into Raven's pussy. This was enough to send the blonde over the edge and she came, screaming out her ecstasy.

Ben barely managed to stop himself from cumming as well while he experienced her pleasure and pounded Lisa's wet, hot pussy. He felt Lisa's delight at being so mercilessly used and was surprised with how strong her arousal was. When a finger penetrated her ass, she started to soar towards a massive orgasm. Ben peeked with one eye and saw Krista's finger playing with Lisa's asshole. Lisa climaxed and the rush of ecstasy he felt in her mind, combined with the clenching of her pussy, fired him into the stratosphere. He barely even perceived Raven's second orgasm as all thought was pushed out of his awareness and replaced with pleasure.

When he came to, he was gulping air and lying atop Lisa with his softening cock slowly slipping out of her. When it did, they both shivered as one. He summoned the strength to lift himself off her and, feeling her desire for it, gave her a commendatory spank on her ass. She giggled and shot him a smile.

He got up to sit in his chair and Krista helped Lisa sit back on the couch after replacing the cushions.

"I think I know how to solve your problem, Ben," Krista said. "We shall have orgies directed by rolling your dice. We will roll dice to determine who does what to whom and everyone shall have an equal chance of getting eaten out, reamed or licking someone's ass. It'll be just like when I rolled your die on Wednesday, only this time, it'll be a long list of pleasurable things."

"Why does it always have to be about sex with you," Ben said, still gasping for air.

"I only started having sex six days ago," Raven said. "I spent twenty-two years wishing for it and, now that I'm hot, I intend to have sex as often as I can. Particularly with you!"

"Me, too," Lisa said. "I mean, I've only started having orgasms in the past few days and I want so many more. Orgasms are great!"

"Passion is what makes life worth living, Ben," Krista said. "And we won't be all about sex, naturally. We'll do other stuff together, too. Just having sex all the time would get pretty boring, pretty quickly. Not to mention sore! But these two girls have a passion for it at this point in their lives and... Well, let's face it! You love giving it to them. Don't you?" Ben nodded. "Passion comes first."

After Ben caught his breath, he came to a decision, influenced by the sight of two climax-flushed young hotties before him. "Alright," he said, "this is how it's going to work. All three of you are welcome to stay with me for as long as you like and we'll have sex whenever we wish. Krista, you'll get your friend to make a new identity for Raven and we're all going to find a lawyer and psychiatrist to get Lisa off the hook as far as mental hospitals are concerned. And we need to get her some proper clothes." The girls' jaws dropped at hearing him know about Krista's friend.

He looked away and did some mental math. He had only ten thousand dollars of disposable income, the rest was earmarked for his college tuitions. He'd dip into that, if he needed to, but he would prefer having a plan to make more money on hand before going that far. "Though the shark and shrink would have to be cheap," he said. "I'm not exactly loaded right now."

"I have more than sixteen thousand dollars in the bank," Lisa said.

"Yeah, but your account is most likely monitored," Krista said, "what with you being both a fugitive and an escaped loony. It's best if you don't even check your balance in the near future."

Ben suddenly had a brainwave. "I got it! I know how to make money fast! Express air freight!" The girls looked at him blankly. "I can cast a spell of teleportation and instantaneously appear anywhere in the world. But it's not limited to just me! I can bring up to six other people and as much as they can carry. I can carry a hundred and seventy five pounds before being overencumbered and I'm guessing each of you could carry at least seventy more."

The girls shot each other dubious glances. "All right," Ben said, "let's round it down to three hundred and fifty pounds of cargo we can bring with us when we teleport. I can cast that spell sixteen times a day, if I use up all my high level slots. We can transport more than two and a half tons a day between us."

The girls just looked at him expectantly. "Don't you get it? We advertise that we're an express air freight service and pick up the goods and take them to a warehouse. Then I teleport them to a quiet place near their destination and then we wait a few hours and deliver the goods as if they've been flown there. We can charge thousands of dollars while incurring only the expense of renting the trucks to make the initial pickup and final delivery."

The girls all opened their mouth and ooohed at the same time.

"That's such a good con," Krista said.

"But we'd actually deliver the goods, Krista," Ben said.

"No, no, no, I get that," Krista said. "I get it, I'm on board. I'm just saying... Great idea!" Lisa and Raven nodded along with her. "However..." Krista held up a finger. "We will only go along with your venture and double your payload under one condition."

Lisa and Raven both looked at her like she was mad. Their eyes darted between her on one end of the couch and Ben sitting by the other end, like there was going to be trouble.

"And what would that condition be," Ben asked.

Krista smiled, winked at the worried girls and said, "The conditio sine qua non is... After we make our delivery, we spend each day in the destination, taking in the sights and enjoying the local culture."

Everyone's eyebrows rose in surprise. At last, Ben spread his arms and said, "I'm down with that. You girls down with that?"

"Yes, please," Raven and Lisa cried out in one voice.

"Alright, then," he said. "It's settled! We're starting an air freight delivery service! First order of business is coming up with a name."

"Already got it," Krista said. "Get ready!" She put her hands up and slowly spread them like she was revealing a marquee in mid air. "Fearsome Foursome Flying Freight!"

The others wrinkled their noses at her suggestion. "Can't have fear and flying in the same breath," Ben said. Lisa and Raven nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, whatever," Krista said. "Sounded way better in my head, anyway. Hey! Why's everyone so glum? We've just embarked on an adventure! A business venture! We need to celebrate! Break out the booze, Ben!" Ben got up and then stopped.

"What's wrong," Krista asked.

"I don't have any booze in the house, actually," he said.

"Never mind," she said, "let's go out and get some, then!" Lisa and Raven cheered and got up. "And we'll first stop by my friend's place so he can whip up Raven an ID that says she's twenty two." Everyone paused and gave her a look. "So she can buy the booze for us all." Everyone nodded and smiled.

"And we'll get our little slave girl a couple more cute outfits," Raven said, hugging Lisa close to her. Ben rolled his eyes. He was definitely going to go broke if he didn't do the air freight thing. As soon as the girls changed into street clothes and dressed Lisa in some of Krista's clothes, that hung unstylishly on her petite frame, they all got in Ben's car and drove off.

Krista's friend had professional gear and worked quickly to make Raven's new ID. He chatted a little with Krista, but made it clear right at the beginning that he had someplace to be and little time to waste. Ben didn't mind the rush. From the tone of their voices, he could tell that they were very close friends. As he watched Krista smile at her pal and play with her hair, he imagined that he could see that the two of them had also been lovers. That thought made him feel jealous and then surprised at his jealousy. He made no comment and took no action, just quietly explored the small studio until the ID was finished. He sent Krista the order to not tell her friend where they were staying and she told him that she was between locations at the moment and that they'd talk soon.

After the liquor store and the mall, where they bought a cellphone for each of the girls, they stopped off for some more groceries at Raven's request. "I'm going to make a late lunch for us all," she said.

"You can cook," Krista asked.

"Yeah," Raven sadly said. "No one ever took me out for a meal, so I got a lot of practice."

"What, no one ever," Ben asked. "Not even I? The day before yesterday?"

"Oh, well," Raven said with a smile, "I didn't count that."

Ben made a small, insulted noise. "You wound me, madam," he said in his best melodramatic voice. The girls laughed and he said, "Seriously, never mind the groceries. I'm taking you out to lunch, all three of you. And dinner after that! Sound good?"

After lunch at a fancy restaurant, they retired to Ben's place to stow their latest shopping. Krista and Lisa went to the bedroom to force some order into the piles of boxes containing clothes that were taking up almost half the room. Raven put away all the groceries and other purchases and Ben settled in the den to see if there was anything on TV. There wasn't so he switched it to the local news to wait for the weather forecast, hoping to hear about the heat wave ending soon.

He went online to check up on his friends and how their summers were going. Just as he was commenting on a photo of Jake getting hit in the face by a soccer ball, the girls cleared their throats in the doorway. He looked up and gasped.

Lisa was wearing her slutty, French maid's "outfit". Krista was wearing some transparent shawls, tied off to make her look like a slutty jinn. Raven was wearing orange shorts, pantyhose and a white, sleeveless shirt, which made her look like a Hooters waitress. Ben usualy considered the Hooters uniform to be far more ridiculous than sexy, but Raven changed his mind at first glance.

"Master," Krista said, "how may your servants serve you today?" Ben was too busy eating up their costumes to answer her. "Perhaps you would like a drink? Something to nibble on?"

Ben nodded, absentmindedly, and Lisa and Raven left the room. Krista walked to stand in front of the TV and said, "Master, what is thy bidding?"

Ben smiled, opened his mouth and then noticed Raven's face on the screen behind her. "Move to the side," he said and picked up the remote. He turned the sound back on as Krista turned around to face the screen and stepped back. "Raven, get in here, now!" On the screen were DMV photos of Simon and a very ugly person of indeterminate gender and right next to them was a still of Raven, obviously pulled from a store surveillance camera. Simon's name was listed as Simon Eustace Thorpe and the third person's name was listed as Clarice Morrow.

"...still wanted for questioning by the police in relation to the explosion at their address and the three unknown men that were murdered at the location," the news anchor said. "The once quiet suburb of-"

"Oh my God," Raven exclaimed, seeing what was on the screen.

"Who's Clarice Morrow," Ben asked.

"I am," Raven said. "I was. Before my transformation. I mean... Just call me Raven!"

"Seriously," Krista barked out in disbelief. "You looked like that?! I've seen prettier chimpanzees!" Ben could plainly see the effect her comment had on Raven. "Damn, you were ugly! If I had been born-" She shut up when Ben sent her the order to apologize to Raven. "I'm sorry, Raven. I didn't mean to hurt, or insult you. Please, accept my sincere apology."

Before Raven could say anything, the news anchor said, "We go back now live to the army base where our very own Marty Feldman reported from, just minutes ago. Marty, what is happening?"

The picture switched to a scared, middle aged man, crouching behind a short, brick wall. Everyone in the den turned to look at the screen, drawn by the obvious panic on the man's face. "Something's gone wrong," he said. "There are bullets flying everywhere! It's a war zone out here!" He flinched and ducked lower as an explosion was heard in the background. The camera dared to peek out over the wall, showing uniformed men sprinting across the base green from left to right. The sound of machine gun fire was heard and the soldiers all fell down as one, their bodies nearly ripped apart by the automatic fire.

Everyone in Ben's den gasped in shock, but Lisa continued into a scream. "It's them," she yelled. "It's the symbols! There's a spell there, on the lawn!"

"What," Ben asked. "Are you sure?!"

"Yes," Lisa said, "It's right there, swirling behind them! They're all gonna die!"

"Duck," a voice close to the camera yelled out on the TV. The beginning of a loud noise was heard and then the picture froze and became a pixellated mess of static and misaligned frames. Within a second, they cut back to the shocked news anchor who stared off screen with his mouth hanging wide open.

"You have to go there, Ben," Lisa said. "You have to save those people!"

Ben was way ahead of her as he pulled out his eyelash in gum arabic. "Did you see the whole spell," he asked her.

"No," Lisa said, "it was on the lawn, in the distance. I couldn't make out the individual symbols from the low angle."

He cast the spell of Greater Invisibility on himself and said, "Then you're staying here! Put some clothes on! I'll come back to get you to take a look as soon as I've neutralized the enemy." He replaced his material focus and pulled out another, his piece of turtle shell. He cast the Protection from Arrows spell on himself. It negated a hundred hit points of damage from any ranged weapon, but the effect was limited to only ten points of damage being negated per shot. He knew, from the Dungeon Master's Guide's section on modern and futuristic weapons, that a machine gun's bullets did either 2d6 or 2d8 of damage, depending on caliber. A consistent barrage of concentrated fire could wind up killing him despite his preparation. He set his jaw and decided to proceed, anyway.

"You have to hurry," Lisa said.

"Wait a minute," Krista said. "That's a war zone! You can't go in there with nothing but invisibility to protect you! There's bullets flying everywhere!"

"Don't worry," Ben said. "I know what I'm doing." Despite his words, he had to concede her point. Teleporting into the base was likely going to get him shot. He replaced his piece of turtle shell and pulled out his feather. As soon as he felt his magic flow again, he cast the Fly spell on himself.

"Ben, what are you doing," Krista asked.

"What are you going to do," Lisa asked.

Ben sent Raven the order to tell him truthfully if she knew anything about what was going on at that army base. "I don't know anything except what they just showed on the TV," she said.

"Be careful," Lisa said.

"I don't think this is a good idea," Raven said.

"Ben, talk to us," Krista said. "Don't just rush off all willy-nilly, ok? Tell us how we can help!"

Ben pictured the base's lawn in his mind. When his magic flowed again, he spoke the word of Greater Teleport and materialized, invisible, two hundred feet in the air above the lawn. The first thing he felt was the acrid smoke filling up his nostrils. There were wisps of it rising up from half the buildings of the base. He looked down at the base green and saw that there were dozens of uniformed bodies strewn across it. A burning tank was tipped over on its side in the distance.

A blast shook one of the buildings and Ben saw a tracked vehicle emerge from behind the building. It was smaller than a shopping cart and it carried machine guns and cameras on it. Ben looked around it and soon spotted ten other robotic vehicles driving around the base in a tight formation. The biggest was smaller than a golf cart. He was still trying to figure out where this attack had come from and who was responsible when he saw one of the vehicles train its rocket launcher on a building and fire at it. A group of dazed soldiers stumbled out of the smoking hole and two other vehicles mercilessly gunned them down before they could either look for cover or run away.

Ben heard a rumbling noise and a tank exited a hangar, ripping through its doors effortlessly. It trained its main gun on the cluster of robotic vehicles. Before it could fire, the robots trained their barrels at it and fired themselves. The tank's armor sparked with bouncing bullets. Three small rockets hit it in the exact same spot on its turret in quick succession. The first explosion was big, the second small and the third made the armored behemoth disappear in a massive explosion as its ammunition store was detonated.

The blast snapped Ben out of his shock at seeing all the carnage. He drew his patch of fur and piece of amber from his utility belt and began rubbing them together. The robotic vehicles were grouped together and he judged that they were all within thirty feet of the rocket launching robot. He touched eleven of the nineteen silver pins on the back of his utility belt and cast the spell of Chain Lightning down upon the robots.