Dust to Dust Ch. 03

"You made her cum! And that made her lose track of what she's doing! Bad girl!" she panted, trying to force words past the pleasure that wanted to escape her lips. "Back up," she ordered the vampire.

Katrina managed to struggle and get back upright on her knees just in time to watch Dusty collapse into a sixty-nine with the professor.

"You just watch while . . . I . . . I figure out what to do with you," Dusty groaned. Martha was performing miracles at the other end, so Dusty just started to lick pussy and mound, and take labia into her mouth none-to-gently. Then she felt Martha's fingers penetrating her asshole, so she turned it up a notch.

Katrina started to whimper. She noticed that when she did that, Dusty would often do "something" to shut her up.

"She's making noise again," Dusty sighed. She knew Katrina was doing it on purpose, but that was part of their game. She reluctantly got off of Martha's face, then drug the vampire onto the bed. Dusty then sat on THAT young woman's face, giving her mouth something to do besides "complain." "Much better," she muttered and that enthusiastic tongue penetrated Dusty's sex.

"Now what does that leave ME to do?" Martha said. She grabbed the dildo that Dusty had been using earlier and dipped it in her own box a few times. When Dusty's eyes were closed, the professor slowly maneuvered the toy into position and then pushed it into the girl's ass.

"Oh you bitch!" Dusty said, feeling her sphincter spread for the device. It slid in slowly, and Dusty felt every miniscule vein on the toy until the t-handle bottomed out in the crack of her ass. The added pressure made what Katrina was doing at her front door that much more pleasurable. "Oh, you mega-bitch," she said again, her pleasurable tone in direct contrast to her words.

Martha grinned and then stood on the bed, thrusting her pussy into Dusty's face. Dusty quickly went to work, licking pussy and enjoying every moment of it.

Dusty soon felt her body preparing for the ultimate pleasure, and she quickly came all over Katrina's face. The girl had skills, and she had used them on her mistress. When Dusty moved away, the vampire's face was glistening with Dusty's leavings and a sense of pride. But Dusty had her own goal. She stopped eating Martha for just a moment to pull Katrina up to her knees. Once again, she pushed the girl's face into Martha's pussy, letting Dusty move to the other side to return some of the anal play that she had been subjected to. She pulled the dildo out of her own ass and pushed it into the professor's.

Martha VanHouten didn't know which way the world was spinning anymore. There was a pumping sensation in her asshole and a snake-like tongue in her pussy. She had her hands on Katrina's head using her for support as much as anything else. It didn't take long before her two lovers had her coming again, with Katrina bearing the brunt of her orgasm.

The three of them collapsed onto the bed. All of them were covered in perspiration, but all of them were feeling much more relaxed than they had earlier. This was Dusty's favorite way to unwind and forget her troubles . . . mind-numbingly good sex. But there was still one thing left to do.

She reached over and grabbed one of Katrina's nipples, tugging on it hard. With her hands still bound, Katrina was helpless to stop it . . . a fact for which she was quite grateful. It had been too many minutes since her nipples had been tormented.

"I think that the pet here has been a VERY good girl just now," Dusty said, releasing that nipple so she could suck on it for a moment. "I think it's time she got what was coming to her." She got up off the bed, flipped Katrina over and pulled on her until the vampire's legs were hanging over the side of the bed and her butt was pointed towards the ceiling.

"What kind of reward would work for a slut like this?" Martha asked, grabbing Katrina's ass cheeks and digging her fingers into that pale flesh.

Dusty whispered something into Martha's ear. Katrina probably could have heard what it was if she had concentrated, but she wanted to be surprised.

Martha grabbed hers and Dusty's discarded underwear off the floor. She walked to the other side of the bed and made quite a production of rubbing the flimsy undergarments against her pussy right in front of Katrina's face. "This is so you don't scream too loudly," she purred, shoving the wad of underwear into the vampire's mouth.

The cloth in her mouth was pungent with the aroma of sex, and it was enough to make Katrina drunk with lust if she hadn't been already. Then Martha disappeared from her view. Finally, after waiting for it all night, she then felt a stinging slap against one of her ass cheeks.

Dusty and Martha watched their captive shiver with delight. "She really DOES like that, doesn't she?" Martha asked, taking a swing of her own and hitting the other cheek.

"Are you kidding?" Dusty said, spanking Katrina again. "She can take this for HOURS!"

The two of them spanked the vampire for several minutes. Then they took turns kneeling and eating the girl's pussy between each blow. Needless to say, it didn't take long for the girl to cum.

"That looked like it felt good," Dusty said. "Did it feel good you little whore?"

"Yessssssssssssssss," Katrina hissed. She had really needed that.

"Good . . . because we aren't done with you yet." Dusty grabbed the glass dildo off the bed and placed it in Katrina's pussy. Then Martha grabbed it and concentrated, using her will to animate the toy and make it squirm inside the vampire's body.

"Oh . . . oh . . . oh . . ." Katrina let out in a series of grunts through her panty gag. This was new to her, but she definitely liked it. The glass felt alive inside her, prodding her g-spot with delightful abandon. Then she felt Martha's tongue on her asshole . . . something Dusty didn't do. And the professor was still able to raise one hand and keep the spanking going. For Katrina, THIS was most definitely paradise.

'But where is Dusty . . .' she started to think. All of a sudden, she felt a weight on top of her, sitting on the small of her back and pinning her bound wrists in place. Then, Katrina felt Dusty's large, heavy breasts pressing against her back. 'What is she . . .' That was when Katrina felt lips attaching themselves to her neck.

Dusty knew what this would do to the young woman. A vampire's neck was an erogenous zone, and for female vampires was just as, if not moreso, stimulating of a location that her clitoris was. And that was just when being touched. When Dusty tongued that area, she felt a shudder. But when she ever-so-lightly bit that neck with her teeth . . .

Katrina promptly experienced an orgasm of monumental proportions, which was surprising since it usually took her a little longer to get primed again after her first climax. But what Dusty was doing . . . The vampire groaned loudly into her gag. And to make matters worse . . . or in this case, better . . . Martha increased her activities as well. The glass dildo was bombarding Katrina's sensitive place, the professor's hand was lighting up the vampire's back side and that tongue was giving her a wonderful example of anal stimulation. As a result, Katrina was kept in the throes of orgasm for what seemed like eternity. She experienced multi-orgasms in rapid succession! And to her lovers, she must have looked like she was being electrocuted, as every muscle in her lean body was stretching and flexing, causing her to flop around under Dusty's weight.

Finally, she was allowed to rest. Katrina had never felt as tired in her life.

"She's a horny little thing, isn't she?" Martha asked.

Dusty rolled a VERY abused and completely satisfied Katrina over, after untying her hands, and then kissed the girl on the forehead. "You have NO idea . . ." She looked at Martha. "You WILL keep an eye on her while I'm gone, won't you? She NEEDS discipline."

Katrina blushed, then looked expectantly at the professor.

"I think I can free up some time in my daily schedule," she said, pinching Katrina's mound.

"I would like that," Katrina added. "Very much."

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The next day . . .

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Dusty and Ash were sitting alone in the suite, waiting for their escort back to Earth. Katrina had been moved out earlier, leaving Dusty feeling very . . . isolated. Ash was NOT much of a conversationalist.

But Dusty couldn't STAND silence. "So," she started, trying to think of something to ask or say. Then it occurred to her. "What were you like?" she asked. Then she realized that more explanation might be necessary. "I mean, before . . . what happened to you?"

Ash looked at her. "I do not understand."

"Before Chimera did what they did . . . what were you like? I mean, if you don't really feel things now, do you remember what you used to feel or want . . . you know, back in the day?"

Ash looked deep into her memory. She didn't know why the girl was curious, but there was no harm in sharing such information. "It is getting harder to remember," she reminded her companion. I remember being very cold a lot . . . I was living under a bridge somewhere near a river when Chimera found me. I had a dog . . . I do not know what happened to it." Ash had a bit of a flashback . . . thinking of her mangy dog . . . and it brought with it a sense of something . . . warm. "I think I liked animals. At the time, I found their company more trustworthy than that of people. I had dreams . . . yes, dreams . . . of escaping street-life and becoming a veterinarian." She shrugged. It didn't seem like a particularly logical concept anymore.

"So how did you go from wanting to be a vet to being a bodyguard? I mean, I know what Chimera did and all . . ."

For a brief moment, some primal part of Ash's thoughts screamed out, 'YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY DID!' But as quickly as that thought arrived, it vanished and was quickly dismissed.

"When the forces of the government finally caught up with me, they saw a way to utilized my particular talent. Since the memories of who I was were much stronger then, I realized that I did not . . . want . . . to be an assassin, which was the first option presented to me. Instead, I chose to become a guardian. Again, it has helped me accumulate many favors over the years. Ideally, this tact will soon bear fruition."

"You mean . . . you'll be cured or . . . dead?" Dusty found the idea disheartening . . . that someone would spend so much time seeking death.

"Correct," Ash hissed.

Dusty shook her head and struggled to fight back tears. What had happened to this woman was unfair, and it was even more unfair that one potential "reward" was death. All the woman's memories seem to make her out as a very decent human being . . . Ash didn't want to see her die.

"Are you injured?" Ash asked, noticing the girl's torn expression. At some level, this bothered her. She didn't understand why the girl might be suffering.

"No," Dusty replied. "Just . . . let's not talk about anyone else dying, okay? Tell me more about you."

Ash nodded. She talked neutrally about her life as she remembered it from the time her parents abandoned her through her life on the streets to her being "rescued" by Chimera to her life as a bodyguard. With every story, Dusty became more and more convinced that this was a woman who deserved to be saved.

At some point, they heard a knock on the door. Ash stood up and checked the spyhole.

"State your name and purpose," Ash said loudly, pulling her from a secret place.

The individual at the other end was a succubus . . . a winged humanoid native to Terra. This particular succubus was an attractive young female who was packing some impressive armament.

"My name is Terillia," the woman said firmly. "I represent Hybrid Security, and my companions and I are here to escort Ash and Dusty Trendenfall back to Earth."

"Present your ID and credentials to the door," Ash said. It only took a moment to see that the woman's identification was in order and were in fact official documents. She opened the door. She took a look around.

Dusty showed up and looked around as well. She didn't see anyone but the succubus. "What companions?"

Ash pointed towards a nearby hedge. "There are three armed humans over there, and there is a troll next to the gate."

Terillia looked impressed. "You saw them easily?"

Ash looked at her. "They are relying on traditional camouflage. I am colorblind, negating a great deal of the benefit of such patterning."

Three men appeared from the hedge, and the troll appeared. Dusty gulped. While the humans were all very military looking, it was the troll that tended to get peoples attention. Trolls were huge creatures, often weighing half a ton. They had massive arms and legs, stood over six feet tall and had large tusks emanating from their lower jaws. They had incredible regenerative properties and had the ability to camouflage themselves much like a chameleon. Trolls had traditionally been solitary creatures with low birth-rates, which was probably why they hadn't taken over Terra a long time ago. But when the first Purity war had rolled around, trolls started working in units, making people remember exactly how dangerous the creatures could be. But what people most often underestimated was their intelligence . . . trolls were just as intelligent as any other Terran humanoid, and they were remarkably patient.

"These three are Bear, Snake and Boomer," Terillia said. "And this is Tiny," she added glancing towards the monstrous troll.

The troll muttered something which neither Ash nor Dusty understood. One problem that Trolls had was that their vocal system was relatively primitive, and they couldn't generally speak other languages though they could understand them just fine.

"Tiny says 'hello'," Terillia explained. "We have a transport waiting nearby . . . do you require assistance with your . . . bags," she muttered, noticing the large pile of suitcases behind Dusty. When Ash turned around and picked up far more of the cases than a normal woman should be able to, the succubus realized that this woman was more than she seemed. Hybrid Security had been informed that Ms. Trendenfall had a bodyguard, but only Eliza and Veronica, the co-leaders of Hybrid Security, knew the details surrounding the woman. What Ash didn't pick up, Tiny did and soon they were off.

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Back on Earth . . .

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"Dad!" Dusty shouted as soon as her feet hit the soil of Hybrid Security's compound near Springfield, California.

"Thank God you're safe," her father said, lifting the young woman off her feet in a protective hug. "They said that the Purity tried to kill you!" He looked at Ash. "And you saved her . . ." He wasn't sure what else to say to her . . . Ash wouldn't even understand sentiment at this point.

"Indeed," Ash hissed. "As contracted. Did you get the information I sent you?"

"Yes," he said. "I forwarded it through the proper channels. How did you find out . . ."

"What information?" Dusty asked, looking at her protector.

"Let's see," came a new voice. "Who the new Purity's leader is . . . where to find him . . . some very detailed information about their operation. I'm curious as to how you found that out as well."

The speaker was well known to . . . well, most of the known world. Her name was Eliza Msabdteelfinclor. She was a lean, hard-bodied white-haired sorceress, and she was the leader of Hybrid Security. She and her partner and lover had been transformed into hybrids . . . creatures with all the advantages of humans and vampires. Eliza, formerly a vampire, had gone to rescue one Veronica Adams from a Purity camp. Veronica and Eliza had been long connected by a mystical link normally only shared by Terrans of opposite genders. When the Purity had captured Veronica, both she and Eliza had felt the pain of being tortured. In order to save them, the now-deceased Ambassador Kelik had used one of the powerful living gems . . . once called the Alchemist's Dream . . . to combine their strengths and make them into a brand new race of creatures.

Eliza had gone on to lead several successful large scale military conflicts against the Purity, which was surprising since she was in fact not in the military. She and her team had become legendary on two worlds, and tended to be brought in to handle situations that no one else could. Right now, her blue and yellow eyes were trained on Dusty's bodyguard.

"I extracted the information from a would-be assassin," Ash replied calmly.

"By extracted, you mean . . ." Dusty interrupted.

"I found the individual's pain threshold and kept him just inside of that. The average sentient creature will tell you what you want to know with surprising accuracy."

Dusty was horrified. The woman was talking about torturing someone, and it didn't even phase her!

"The information you sent was forwarded to Colonel Corwin. He's checking into it. If your information is correct," Eliza said evenly, "you may have averted a long conflict."

"This organization is set up so that it will survive even a strike to the head. It would certainly minimize their effectiveness however."

Eliza nodded. She was as cool as Dr. Trendenfall has said she would be. Eliza looked at Tiny. "Take their belongings to guest residence B . . ." she started to say.

"Ahem," came a voice from the doorway. Everyone looked up, seeing a beautiful blonde woman with eyes that matched Eliza's.

'That must be Veronica,' Dusty thought appreciatively. Where Eliza was a lean, mean warrior sorceress, her partner was known to be much more curvaceous. She didn't have quite the curves that Dusty herself did, but she was much more toned, making her a VERY delectable package.

"What?" Eliza said, a smile creeping to her face.

Veronica Adams kissed her lover on the forehead, then looked winningly at Dusty. "Look at that girl! You really want to put her THAT close to my sister and Terillia?"

Terillia fluffed her wings. "What?! I am QUITE capable of controlling myself!"

Veronica looked over her friend. "The first time I met you, you were sticking that extra-long tongue of yours down MY girlfriend's throat!"

Terillia blushed blue and her wings ruffled. "I apologized for that! It was a heat of the moment . . . thing."

"Yes, well what good would it be if I couldn't throw it back in your face from time to time."

"HELLO?!" Dr. Trendenfall said. "Father speaking here . . . no one is doing that with my daughter! Ever!"

Dusty put her finger to the lips and looked at Ash. Ash simply shrugged. "Darn it, daddy!" she said with her baby-girl voice, "What about the all-girl orgy that I was planning?"

Her father blushed. Veronica chuckled. Eliza grinned, then looked back at Veronica. "You're right . . . she shouldn't be anywhere near your sister. Bad influence that one. We'll put her in the main house next Dennis and Allyson. Just . . . just make sure that Wyrm doesn't put a webcam in her shower."

"What kind of business are you people running?!" Dr. Trendenfall asked.

"Believe it or not," Eliza said, suddenly serious, "we know exactly when it is time to get serious. We just found that it helps our sanity to try and AVOID being serious whenever possible."

"It's okay," Thomas McBride said, appearing in the door. "Calm down."

Jon Trendenfall took a deep breath. He knew he was going to have to acknowledge someday that his daughter was a grown-up. He had just planned on waiting until she was forty.

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Later that evening . . .

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While Dr. Trendenfall may have had reservations about staying at the Hybrid Security compound, Dusty did not. She absolutely LOVED it! This was one of the most interesting groups of people she had ever met.