Starfucker II Ch. 02

Chapter 2

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This one has strong non-con/coercion elements in it {the actual violence is off-stage, but was Very Nasty. The on-screen sex is between to girls, so it's goes in the "Lesbian" category.

But you have been warned about the Ugly Stuff

Disclaimers: Total work of fiction. Copyright © Inosolan. You can reprint it, but give credit. All characters are over 18.

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I drove slowly but directly to my place, one arm around Lee, fondling and stroking that pretty tit, as she leaned over against me.

"I really don't understand this," she said, after one particularly sexy sigh and shudder as I touched off a near-orgasm. "Up to now, I've always been straight; not even attracted to women, much less seriously considering going home with one to play sexy games..."

"You just never met the right grrl, babe," I answered. I was about to say some more, but the wench suddenly grinned up at me, and then, as if she undressed other women in moving cars every night, she popped my right boob out of the spandex. The nipple, already erect from stimulation and anticipation, reacted to the coool air by stiffening even more, and I gave a little pleasurable shudder.

Which turned into a near-convulsion of surprise that almost wrecked the car as her little sharp white teeth closed on the nipple and her tiny pink tongue began doing laps around it.

"Jesus! Wait till we get to my place, girl!"

"Drive faster, then. I'm ready right now."

"Well, good -- because here we are!"

I pulled into the garage, then shut off the engine. Before we got out of the car, I turned to her, and we did some serious necking right there; somehow my left tit got popped out to join its already-freed sister, and Lee seemed content to worship them both for a while.

Pleasurable as that was, I decided that we needed to head inside for more than we could comfortably manage in the small car or in the somewhat cold and dark garage.

One arm around her, cupping and fondling her breast, working the nipple with my thumb, I pulled out my keys (she didn't notice that I pulled them out of thin air; those jeans had no room for anything in the pockets, and part of my transformation allows me to park things like keys and wallets in a sort of chronosynclastic infundibulum until I need them) and opened the door to my place and we stepped inside.

As the lights came up, Lee looked around, and reacted the way that most people do when they first come to my place (as opposed to first cumming =at= my place, which generally happens as fast as I can manage it) -- with total surprise and then (as often is the case) delight.

"It's like something out of the Arabian Nights!" she said.

I have a whole three-story storefront building, and the entire ground floor (minus the small part converted to garage use) is done up as a living room/playroom/orgy room, with furnishings mostly consisting of big soft cushions and small tables for drinks and such like. While the whole area is, technically, one room, it is subdivided by colourful silk dividers, which give visual privacy if it's wanted, but don't really block sounds or keep people from wandering in on you at the most Interesting moments. A huge wet bar and hotel-sized fridge stocked with just about anything that tastes good and doesn't need to be cooked before you can eat it sit against one wall, and at the other side of the room, a few real couches and chairs large enough for two (or more, if they're friendly and ingenious) face a huge home theatre setup (well-stocked with every watchable porn tape and DVD ever released -- another infundibulum is hidden in the media storage cabinet).

As she stared around her, in childish delight at the goodies she could see, I sneaked around behind her and had her top off and her skirt unzipped and sliding down her legs before she even realised what I was up to.

She turned around in shock -- and realised that I was standing exactly where I had been... but completely nude except for those kinky red boots. No sign of my clothes in sight anywhere. I was holding her top in one hand, with the other hand resting on her hip as I steadied her, getting my first unobstructed view of her tiny hot body, as she did the same with me.

While she was only the size of a child, there was no way that anyone could have mistaken that body for a child's figure. C-cup breasts, standing firmly out in braless splendor, tipped by tiny pink rigidly erect nipples, a tiny waist that I could just about span with my two hands, and the flaring hips and perfect ass of a woman very definitely built for loving, all wrapped in a flawless golden skin with no hint of tanlines.

Her panties were high-cut bikinis, a blue that went well with the pale blue of her sheer stockings, which were held up by an old-fashioned lacey blue garter belt. Damp darkness marked the crotch of the panties as she stood there, unconsciously posing with her skirt puddled around her feet in their patent-leather spike-heeled pumps.

I knew what she saw -- five-eight, 38C/24/36, long legs, no tanlines either, RED! hair (and the natural shade, too, as the neatly-trimmed little heart-shaped tuft with its point aimed at my pussy indicated) and deep -- some said "hypnotic" -- blue eyes. Fairy Godfather had definitely done Good Work.

With a growl I swept her up in my arms and began kissing her with an intensity she had never known before. Our tongues again met and battled as one hand clutched one of those tasty-looking cheeks and pulled her against me, then turned her by her hip, pulling her ass back against my mound. The other hand began by caressing her lovely titties, then slipped downward and into those pretty skimpy blue panties.

She was hot as a firecracker and wet as a swamp; my finger slipped effortlessly between the lips and sank into her hot depths. She moaned as she felt the pleasure, and began a slow humping motion against my hand where it cupped her inside her panties. I could feel her juices beginning to flow over my hand.

With the other hand, I continued to fondle her lovely tits, kissing and nuzzling and nibbling at her neck and ears.

My hand in her crotch began to move more rapidly, another finger and another slipping in to keep the first one company, my thumb's knuckle grazing, rubbing at her clit. Her hips kept pace, thrusting, rotating, trying to force even more of my fingers into her hot, greedy cunt.

She was moaning constantly now, muttering almost incoherently. "... oh, yes... do me... do me deep... oh oh oh... make me cum... I want to cum... oh, my god... " Her hot ass rubbed against my crotch as she humped my hand, and I have to admit that I found that a bit stimulating. Hell, I found it a lot stimulating.

My right hand let go of the breast it had been working on, and she moaned in surprised protest, turning her head to gaze over her shoulder with lust-glazed eyes... but before she could say anything, that hand also slipped under the waistband of her panties. Another shock of pure sexual energy shot through her as I began working two finger up and down the crack between those lovely golden-tan globes, tickling her anus with long red nails, pressing at the puckered little ring, slipping one finger tip in just as the fingers of the other hand began a direct assault on her clit.

With a sudden wail, she came hard, knees buckling, head lolling to one side as she almost passed out -- all that kept her standing was my hand clutching at her crotch, arm around her body holding her firmly against me, as she shook and bucked through two or three crashing orgasms, finally winding up slumping limply forward, barely able to stand, moaning gently in the afterglow.

I was right. Her orgasms were very tasty; I had to restrain myself from drinking too deeply of the life-energy she willingly though unwittingly offered up to me. Even so, I got a very nice "high" from it.

Carefully I walked her over to the nearest air-bed and sat her on its edge. As I expected, when I let go of her, she flopped limply onto her back, firm tits bouncing fetchingly and her legs flopping wide, revealing her thoroughly soaked and sticky panties.

I knelt on the floor, and reached up, carefully taking hold of the waistband of her panties, and began sliding them down her legs. She'd been expecting some sort of action that night -- her panties were =outside= her garter belt, so that they slid easily off, leaving her still in the belt, stockings and spikes.

She looked like something out of a porn loop as she lay there, every inch of her body exposed to the prying eye. No tan-lines at the bottom end, either -- just golden-tan Oriental girl skin, soft and fine-grained and warm, as I determined by stroking her belly with one hand. Her pubic hair appeared untrimmed, and was the same silky black as the stuff on her head, but rather sparser.

She was still thoroughly turned on from my first little gift, so I thought that it was time to give her another. Lying there, semi-conscious, she suddenly jolted to full awareness and half sat up at the new sensations that were suddenly rushing through her belly and crotch.

"Hey... What are you...?" she stammered, reaching out one hand to the top of my head and seeming about to push me away. =That= wasn't about to happen, I decided, so I got a firmer grip on her hips, lifting her crotch a little higher from the bed and adjusting the angle of her hips to allow my tongue better access to her already-sopping, needy, hot little pussy and clit.

As I continued my oral assault, she began to moan and thrash from side to side, hands alternately clutching fistfuls of the bed's slip cover and stroking at my hair. As we both began to get more and more into our respective roles in this little six-person orgy, I felt her small hands on each side of my head, pulling my face more and more intimately into her pussy.

I was right -- she was just about the tastiest woman I had ever had the chance to devour, and I've had a lot of chances.

Then i turned around, straddling her body. I could feel her stiffen in surprise a moment, but then she got the idea.

I felt her hands slip upward to clutch at my hips and ass, and her little hot wet tongue began to probe between the lips of my hot wet pussy...

Next morning, exchanging cell phone numbers, i dropped her at her place and went back to mine before the sun rose.

Climbing into my coffin...

Ah huh. You actually believed that for a minute, didn't you?

Unlike vampires, my kind of undead doesn't have to sleep all day or we disintegrate.

What happens to us in daytimne is different -- we just look as if we're disintegrating. You remember when you picked up the beautiful girl at your favourite bar and took her home, and the two of you made mad, passionate love all night, and, next morning you were totally exhausted, much more than you thought was reasonable?

(Or maybe you'd like to remember it, but the closest you can come is a vivid imagination and an active right hand?)

And when you woke up and glanced over at your beautiful companion, you understood the concept of "coyote ugly"?

And you began to fervently believe in the "Beer makes them all beautiful" concept?

Nope -- it was all real -- she was an undead slut like me, and when the sun came up, she lost all her magical glamour and beauty and you wanted to gnaw off your own arm rather than waking her up...

Well, that's me. I don't go out in the daytime -- unless I have to, and then there's this big scarf, and these HUGE shades and tons of makeup caked on what you can see of my face and loose-fitting, all-enveloping clothes that hide the saggy tits and poochy belly...

But it's okay; when the sun puts out its light, I join the creatures of the night and I'm beautiful and sexy again.

(Frank says it was after he met an undead groupie like me that he wrote the lyric "What will I say the next day to whatever I drag to my hotel tonight?", but he didn't know what she was till after he died... )

So I sleep all day.

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The sun had just set, and I was getting ready to go out hunting, when my cell phone rang. (It plays "Starfucker", by the way... )

"Hello?"

"Sushie?" The voice on the other end was muffled and slurred, but it sounded familiar.

"Who is this?"

"Sushie? It's Lee... Help me."

"Lee? What's wrong?"

"He hurt me Sushie. They hurt me... I hurt so bad... Please help me."

"Where are you?"

"They dumped me out of the car... I think it's the corner of Anderson and Juliet... Please help; I hurt so bad..."

In two minutes the hopped-up Miata was burning rubber toward the corner on the other side of town.

If any cops had tried to stop me, I was just going to lose them instead of paying the ticket orally, the way I usually do, but none showed up.

I got there, and looked around. There was a convenience store on the corner, and I hopped out of the car and dashed across to it. Shoving the door wide, I burst in.

Lee was huddled in a corner, and the fat greasy counterman was standing over her, pawing at her shoulder.

"Come on -- I can see you're the kind of slut who likes it rough. Come in the back room or I'll..."

He didn't get any further.

Ever see "Bettlejuice" or the "Twilight Zone" movie? Remember the line "Want to see something really scary?"?

Well, when an undead -- any kind of undead -- wants to be scary... we are.

The guy took one look at my face and beat a hasty retreat to the back room and slammed and bolted the door. I could hear him doing laps around his rosary in there. I wish I knew what people see when they look at me when I'm in that mood... I've never been able to see it in the mirror.

I turned to Lee, and gasped.

"Hurt"? I'll say they "hurt" her. Her bruised, swollen and split lips and th emissing tooth explained the voice... but that was the least of it.

Both eyes were black, and her nose was obviously broken; I suspected one cheekbone was, too.

She was huddled in the corner, not daring to look up. That long, glorious midnight hair was snarled, matted and filthy -- coated with what I could see was cum, and lots of it.

Her clothes were torn and barely covered her. She had lost one shoe.

"Oh, baby. What happened?" I asked, kneeling at her side.

She looked up, and I saw fresh tears in her eyes "Oh, thank God! You came for me. They hurt me, Lee."

"Who did?"

"That... that football player at the club where we met. He followed us."

"But..."

"He and a couple of his friends grabbed me right after you dropped me off. He said that I was his, that just because I ran out on him didn't mean I wasn't his..."

She gasped, and sobbed again.

"He said that even if I was a goddamned dyke, he and his friends could still have =fun= with me..."

"'Fun'?"

"They tied me up... and... and they raped me. And they hit me, and... and... they did other things.

"They raped me two or three at a time. They fucked me, Suzi. They fucked me in the ass and they made me suck their... their... cocks and they shot their stuff all over me and they made me swallow it and they rubbed it in my hair... and they hit me..."

"Why did you call me? Why didn't you call the cops?"

"They... they said that since I went to the Purple Chairs with you and then spent all night at your place that I was... was a filthy perverted dyke and that nobody would believe a pervert's word against an ESU football player and his friends... They said that if I did call the cops, they'd probably lock me up for being a pervert...

"... and... and... and one of them was a cop!"

She broke down, sobbing on my shoulder.

I put an arm around her to hold her -- to comfort her -- and she gasped in pain at my touch on at least one broken rib.

Gently I helped her up, and led her to the car.

"Let's go," I said.

"But, but where?" she asked.

"We're going to a friend, who's going to get you fixed up good as new..." I could see that, knowing how badly she was hurt, she didn't believe that. "It's true. Nikki... well, Nikki is =special=. She's another not-normal person -- like I'm not-normal, but she's different; she's powerful and loving and gentle and kind of scarey when she's in the mood...

"And then I'm going to call Lola, and she's going to come over, and you and me and Nikki and Lola are going to talk about who hurt you and what we can do about it..."