Outsiders Pt. 01

She was squealing and whimpering continuously, pausing only to gulp air every few seconds. He felt her orgasm approaching and a heat rose up in the pit of his stomach that matched it. The two of them climbed that crest in lockstep and the heat shot up his spine to smash his mind into pieces as his body clenched up to drive his cock all the way into her one last time. His seed shot out of him, making his whole body reverberate in ecstasy with each spurt. His eyes were shut tight and lights flashed across the backs of his eyelids. Her orgasm, happening at the same time as his, invaded his mind and amplified his own pleasure. His cock was being grasped by her shuddering pussy, his balls were covered by her juices and the fog of pleasure lifted from his mind just long enough for him to realize he had indeed made her cum with his cock.

He opened his eyes and looked down at the woman writhing in ecstasy upon his cock. She had never looked prettier to him than right then, sweaty and flushed red. Her orgasmic moans sounded like a chorus of angels to him. He was overwhelmed by pride at what he had done. He had popped his cherry. He had sexually pleased a woman. He had proven himself a man. He no longer cared she was his dominated slave. He couldn't think of anything but his great accomplishment.

The strength fled his limbs and he lowered himself down upon her trembling flesh. She was hot to the touch, from head to toe. He couldn't make himself care if he was crushing her with his bigger body. He had felt that she wanted him to fuck her and now he felt her delight after the fact. It made it difficult for him to remember any of the concerns about the rape fantasies he had entertained. He told himself that she had managed to seduce and play him so easily back in February because she had had some feelings for him back then. "It makes sense," he thought. "All the best lies have a kernel of truth to them. That's what make them so convincing." The realization that Krista still had feelings for him made all of his worries and concerns fade into nothingness. His mind was pure bliss.

He smiled a goofy, happy smile at the thought that he finally had a girlfriend. The soft embrace of sleep was beckoning his foggy mind. He closed his eyes and lay his head down on her shoulder. Her damp skin felt hot against his cheek. The last thing he felt before sleep claimed him was her breath cooling the side of his neck as she gulped air under him.

At that time, across town, the young doctor that had examined Ben after his lightning strike felt like he had just been struck by lightning himself as he was looking at the big bosom of the incredibly hot blonde standing right before him. Her big tits were pushed up into a very deep and eye-catching cleavage by the black leather corset she was wearing. She looked like she might spill out of it if she took too deep a breath. He tried to look away, but had a hard time doing so. Her tiny waist was cinched into nothingness by the corset and her flared hips were covered by a black skirt that only came down past her tight ass. Her long, shapely legs were hardly hidden by the sheer, black stockings that only came up to mid thigh, leaving a few inches of bare flesh between them and the hem of the skirt. Her high heeled, black shoes were completely unnecessary as she stood six feet tall without them. With them, her spectacular tits were right under the doctor's nose, making it nearly impossible for him to lift his gaze upwards.

"Oh, come on, Doc," she said, her voice a most delightful alto, "help a sister out! I know you were on call that night. Just tell me!" She leaned into him and her slender fingers traced the lapel of his lab coat. "I'd make it worth your while."

The doctor had to take half a step back to avoid contact with her beautiful cleavage and said, "I, I, I'm not allowed to reveal patients' identities like that. It's unethical and in violation of hospital policy."

"What's the harm in giving me a name," she innocently asked.

He finally summoned up the willpower to look up at her round face. Her gargantuan, bright blue eyes were trained on his with a pleading look. Her shapely lips were turned upwards in a small, hopeful smile, revealing twin dimples under her prominent cheeks. Her face was the picture of beauty and innocence and it bore no mark on it, just like the rest of her visible skin, of which there was much. The golden hair that cascaded from her high forehead and framed her baby face in a wavy style that would not look out of place on any of the stars of Hollywood's golden age made her look like an angel.

"It, it, it's a matter of ethics," he said. "You know the injury and I can't give you a name to go with it, or that would be a breach of patient-doctor confidentiality. I can only give out such information to close family members. It's the law."

"Oh, but Doc," she breathed into his ear as she leaned even closer, "I'm his sister. Didn't I say that?"

"N-no, you didn't," he said. His throat was dry and all of his faculties had abandoned him in the presence of this incredibly beautiful specimen of womanhood. She had the face of a saintly baby and a body made for sin.

Before he could say anything else, a voice called out to them. "Raven," said the man's gruff voice, "let's go!"

"Aw," she whined and pointed at the doctor, "but I'm-"

"Come on," the man called in irritation.

The blonde, Raven, sighed and winked at the doctor. "Later, Doc," she said and turned away from him to follow the angry looking young man.

The doctor shook his head to himself. The pasty, scrawny guy, that looked like a Goth reject, was ordering around a blonde, young hottie that looked like she should be worshipped by billionaires and immortalized in marble. "How come the hot chicks always wind up with losers," he asked himself. He could tell from just glancing at the man that he was pissed off and would probably beat the beauty for talking to another man.

"Fucking loser," he grumbled. He suspected that he would soon see her in the E.R. again, but in a professional capacity, after the angry man beat her up too badly. He sighed heavily. Even with his limited experience in the E.R., he knew for a fact that there was nothing he could do to stop her from ruining her life. He turned around and did his best to devote his time and expertise to people he could actually help, but visions of the blonde would keep popping up in his mind's eye for a long time to come.

Raven followed Simon out the E.R. doors and said, "I was working the Doc. He was working Saturday night and he was about to tell me the name."

"I got the name," Simon said as he kept walking to the parking lot. "And the address."

"Really," Raven asked. "How?"

"Slipped the nurse that was also working the E.R. that night a twenty," he said.

"Oh, cool," Raven said.

"What were you going to do," Simon asked as he punched the address into his phone's navigation, "blow him for a name?" He shot her a look of disapproval. "Ever since your transformation, you've started to act like a whore."

"That's funny," she said, "I didn't hear you complaining."

Simon bit back his response, walked over to his car and unlocked it. He got in and reached over to unlock the passenger side door. Raven got in and he ignored the prime chance to ogle her long, shapely legs. Ogling her new, perfect form was what had gotten him into his current predicament in the first place.

He pulled out of the parking lot and drove them across town. The traffic was light at this time of night, mostly people going to and from parties. He was in no mood to party. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and frequently checked his phone to see how to get to this Ben Kidder's place.

"Wow," Raven said as they started to get close to Kidder's place, "this neighborhood is a total dump."

Simon drove past Ben's house twice, checking it out, before parking a short distance away from it and turning the engine off. He reclined his car seat and settled in to watch the house.

Raven fidgeted with her seat and then played with her golden hair for a few minutes. At last, she sighed heavily and said, "I don't know what I'm doing here."

Simon looked at her in disbelief and barked out a surprised, "What?!"

"I mean, this guy has your magical power," she said, gesturing at Ben's house, "if it even is the right guy, and I don't see why I should be here, wasting my time just to watch his place."

Simon snatched a handful of her hair and roughly pulled her head towards his so he could snarl in her ear, "Because it's your fucking fault I messed up my ritual and my bolt went astray, you fucking whore, that's why!"

"Ow, ow, ow," she yelped. "Let go!" She reached up and tried to dislodge his grip on her hair. Her eyes were starting to water.

"So you're gonna sit here and watch this fucking guy's house with me," he snarled, "and if he turns out to be the one, then you'll go in there and seduce him and get him to summon the Avatar and fulfill my bargain for me!"

"Okay," she said. "Okay, I'll do it, just let go! Please!"

Simon put his mouth to her ear and spat, "I'm not going to get sucked into Their dimension! You got that, you ungrateful cunt? Not gonna happen!" He shoved her head away so hard that it lightly smacked against the passenger side door's window.

"Ok, ok," she said, rubbing her burning scalp and blinking away her tears. "Geez, Simon, I'm on your side! I'm on your side, man! Ease up, will ya?"

"I'll ease up when I'm off the hook for summoning the Avatar," Simon said. "Not before." He settled back in his seat, as best he could, but he could feel the botched spell that had been supposed to give him his power. The gift of power had gone astray, along with the lightning bolt, but the price for it was with him still. He felt it. It was under his skin, sunk into his flesh like a hook just waiting to reel him in. "And you're staying here and helping me, understand?"

"Yes," she said, "Yes, I understand. I'm on your side, Simon!" She huffed and gave the house another glance. Her eyes narrowed as she thought she could see a faint glare on one of the side windows. It looked to her as if someone was awake in the house and watching television, or working on a computer. She glanced at Simon, who was busy glaring off into the distance, and decided not to tell him about it. She lowered the passenger side glare shield to check her makeup in the small mirror there. She reached up to turn on the cabin light, but Simon snatched her wrist and gave it a painful squeeze. "Ow! Let go! Please, Simon! Please!"

"No lights," Simon growled and shoved her hand away. "You're gonna give away our position and for what? To see your makeup? You don't need to be wearing makeup. You're not going to go off whoring tonight! As a matter of fact, you're not going to be going off whoring on any night. You're going to save yourself for this Kidder guy and stay fresh for when you finally seduce him."

Raven seethed in the dark cabin for a few seconds and then said, "Whoring? Is that what I did with you on Sunday morning?"

Simon crossed his arms across his chest and fumed for a few seconds before saying, "That was different."

"Oh, so it's different when I'm with you," Raven said, "but it would be whoring if I did it with someone else?"

"I wasn't myself that night," Simon said.

His voice was so small and so wounded that Raven glossed over the yanking of her hair and felt sorry for him. She put a hand on his and softly said, "You're not alone Simon. You've got me." In the dark of the car, she thought she could see him blink away tears. She heard him clear his throat.

She knew how angry he was. He had performed the ritual that called upon The Outsiders to grant him magical power in exchange for him using it to summon their Avatar into the realm of Earth, within a year. If he failed, and that was likely since the bolt carrying his power had gone astray, he was going to be sucked into Their dimension to suffer eternal punishment. She had no idea how she would feel and act if she was in his shoes.

Simon started chuckling. His laugh soon turned hysterical and began to progress towards the maniacal. Raven rubbed his forearm and affected a smile of her own, just to mask her worry and confusion at his sudden outburst. "What's so funny," she softly asked.

Simon laughed some more before reaching up with one hand to wipe the tears from his eyes. "This," he said. "This whole situation. Everything about it is ridiculous." He crossed his arms over his chest again and cleared his throat.

He didn't shrug her hand off his forearm. Raven took that as a sign that he had cooled off and was ready to talk, so she asked, "What exactly is so funny?"

Simon shook his head and said, "Not funny, ridiculous. This whole thing is so fucking ridiculous." He sighed heavily. Raven said nothing and waited for him to continue. It would be good for him to share things aloud, even if she already knew everything. "I spent the last ten years of my life studying ancient languages and gathering up forbidden texts. Ten years of hard work and sacrifice. And I blew it all in a split second." He chuckled bitterly and shoved her hand off his. "All because of you."

"That wasn't my fault, Simon," she quietly said.

"I took you in," he said. "I shared all my findings with you. I thought we had a shared vision for a new world, a world where we would get what we wanted, what we deserved. A world where we would fix what's wrong." He shook his head. "Turns out you didn't share my vision, you just wanted to waste the opportunity I've given you."

"Waste," she asked, offended. "How did I waste my chance? Explain it to me!"

Simon sat up in his seat and faced her, making her lean back in fear of getting struck again. "Look at you," he snarled. "I gave you the ritual that contacted The Outsiders and allowed you to barter with them for any boon and you wasted it on beauty. You could have asked for anything! Anything at all! And you go and ask for looks." He shook his head in disapproval. "A fucking waste."

Simon saw her eyes narrow and face tighten in anger. It reminded him of her old, ugly face. Raven had been a very ugly young woman. Her body had been that of a short man, with no hips or ass to speak of, short, stubbly legs and very wide shoulders that had made her look almost like a small, hairless gorilla. She couldn't have gotten laid if she paid for it. She had been too ugly to be considered plain and not ugly in any way that would have made her appealing to men with ugly fetishes. If she had been been turned into a man, she'd still be considered ugly because of her nose.

The disgust on the faces of the men that saw her and the pity on the faces of the women had severely damaged her psyche. When Simon first came across her, she was seriously considering loping off one of her arms to try and get laid by guys that had an amputee fetish.

Simon had befriended her and taken her into his confidence. To her, he was her only friend and the man that was willing to give her the power to change herself and the world around her. To him, she was a guinea pig that went first with every ritual. Her participation in his quest for power was necessary, as the ancient texts detailing the rituals to contact The Outsiders were actually the anecdotal writings of long-dead people who only had second, or third hand knowledge of them. The vast majority of his time doing research had been spent on separating the chaff from the wheat. The misheard rumor from fact.

In the millennia between the time when The Outsiders last touched the realm of Earth and today, many religious sects had learned of them and either tried to get in touch with them again, or tried to suppress all knowledge of them. The efforts of the former made Simon's work possible, but the efforts of the latter were an ever-present danger. With every ritual he attempted, he ran the risk of it being a fake, modified to make the caster sacrifice themselves, instead of benefiting from the sacrificial ritual. He had known enough about invocations to spot such a trap when he had first come across it, but as he progressed further into the unknown, he had recognized the need for a guinea pig and so, his unlikely friendship with Raven had been born. She had simply been the first person he came across that was desperate and gullible enough for his purposes.

Now she was a goddess in the flesh. A real life Aphrodite sitting in his car with him. He feared she would leave him and he needed her. She was his only hope of getting off the hook with The Outsiders. That knowledge was the only thing that had kept him from bashing her head in on Sunday morning.

Raven chuckled softly. Even her voice had changed from its former, shrill register into a sexy, silky alto. She shook her head, making her golden curls shimmy, and sighed. "Oh, Simon, Simon, Simon," she said, in a long-suffering tone of voice that a parent might take up with a small, petulant child. "You silly, little boy. Waste my chance?" She barked out a soft laugh. "You just don't get it, do you? I didn't ask for power because this new body of mine IS power.

"Look at me, Simon! Look at my face and body! Whatever happens, I will always come out on top. If a dictator takes over the world, what does he want? He wants a girl like me on his lap and that's where I'll be! If an egghead invents something and makes a billion bucks for it, what does he spend the money on? A girl like me, so she'd spend time with him. No matter how the world changes, I will always come out on top, because I am the accoutrement that comes with the top, Simon. Don't you see? I didn't waste my chance. I got all the power I'll ever need and all the things I'll ever want. Everything is just a smile away from being at my fingertips.

"And what is the price for this power of mine? Increasing the world's knowledge of The Outsiders. And I've already done that just by taking a few of the minor rituals we've tested last year and posting them online." She smiled an incredibly smug smile at him. "All I have to do, for the rest of my life, is publish a couple of rituals online every year. As people come across them, the amount of Earth's knowledge of The Outsiders increases, my part of the bargain is fulfilled, and I stay this pretty for another year. It's the perfect arrangement!"

Simon blinked in surprise. When she put it like that, it made sense to him. It certainly didn't sound like a waste of chance. It sounded like she was capable of way more forethought and planning than he had credited her with. It also sounded to him like she was planning on dissolving their partnership and leaving him high and dry. He couldn't have that. Not in his situation. He needed her help and cooperation but he had no way of securing it. She was free to do what she wanted and if she wanted to go, he could only grab her hand and not let go until someone saw him molesting a gorgeous woman and called the cops. He was at her mercy and totally fucked. He couldn't accept such a situation. He decided that he needed to scare her into submission. He knew that the threat of physical force wouldn't keep her true to his cause. In desperation, he came up with a lie that he hoped she'd fall for. He seized her by the throat and pulled her close enough to feel her breath on his face.

"You're not going anywhere, whore," he snarled. She struggled to dislodge his grip on her throat, but he held her fast. "You're staying here with me and working this guy over, or I'll fucking kill you! You got that? You know I can do it!" Raven slapped him, trying to get him to let go of her throat. He ignored it. "And don't even think about running away! You've seen me use some of the darker rituals. I haven't shared any of the truly dangerous ones with you. I've kept them to myself." Raven reached up to try and gouge his face. When he felt her nails start to rake his skin, he let go of her throat and she fell back against the passenger side door to gasp for breath.