Tales of Fuecherna

"Ooooh, fuck, Twoll," moaned Saberna. "The liners feel so good with their freaky-long tongues."

Twoll stopped eating me out to give her response.

"I know," she sighed. "Don't remind me."

Saberna chuckled and rocked her wide hips back and forth as I tongue-fucked her.

"So how's it taste?" she asked her black lover.

"Sweet like ambrosia," replied Twoll. "We should book her again. You have to taste her. She's delicious."

"More than me?" asked Saberna in surprise.

"Of course, you old prune," chuckled Twoll.

"Said the fox to the grapes," replied Saberna, a smile in her voice.

The black woman, Twoll, continued to lick into the folds of my vulva and open hole. She licked into my large pee hole, then up and over my small, pink, exposed clit.

"She's cirqued, Sab," said Twoll matter-of-factly. "It's like she has a tiny little button, and that's it. Why do they do that?"

"They only do it for lifers," breathed Saberna. "It's part of the punishment. It makes the clit less sensitive, but it also leaves a woman in a constant state of arousal. They play with the nerves down there to make sure she's always turned on. They fuck with the wiring."

"Ah," replied Twoll. "That sounds...interesting. Should we do that?"

"Fuck no!" said Saberna quickly. "I love my hood. Don't you love yours?"

"I was kind of thinking...well...maybe I'd try it..." breathed Twoll.

"Are you fucking crazy?" asked Saberna. "You'll hate it, and then we'll have to schedule a cloning facility. Do you know how expensive it will be to get it replaced?"

"If I want it replaced..." began Twoll.

"We'll talk about it later," said Saberna in audible irritation. "Let's just enjoy the Butcher for now...Can't believe you want to maim yourself. I love licking into your hood anyway..."

They took to enjoying me after that, and I have to say I enjoyed them too, even though they were nearly twice my age.

Twoll had said she did not enjoy eating pussy, but she was quite skilled at it. She took light licks to my clit while taking long slurps of cream from my open hole and the folds of my inner labia. My body shook without my volition, and that was in spite of the time lock holding me in place. I was going to cum from this, and it was going to be soon.

Meanwhile, I slurped in and about Saberna's bald snatch, my tongue a good seven inches in length. I auto-pleasured the mature woman in a pattern that had been programmed into my brain, my tongue slurping all the way up inside her to pull out and lick into the deep folds over her cream-soaked cunt. She had a rich and creamy taste, a bold flavor that was like red wine, and I knew she had been drinking before her arrival here.

Saberna cried out in sudden, sharp pleasure and sprayed me in the face with a quick spurt of sebum from her pee hole. I closed my eyes as it washed over me, and this got to me, turned me on to the point where I sprayed from my pee hole in a convulsion of inner-belly pleasure.

"Fuck me, she feels good!" cried Saberna. "Oh, I want to cum!"

"I'll stroke faster," breathed Twoll. "Let's cum at the same time...She just sprayed anyway. All three of us can cum at the same time."

This flipped a switch in my brain. My tongue swirled at a maddening pace over Saberna's clit and hood, slurping into her pussy at random intervals to drive and spike her pleasure to orgasm.

"Oh, fuck, Twoll!" cried Saberna. "I can't hold it!...Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh, Twoll...Oh...Oh...Oh, here it comes! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

She came, her body shaking, her C-sized breasts jiggling, her bare bottom twerking as she sprayed a hot line of cum all over my face. My tongue was up her magic love tunnel as she came, and I felt it bear down upon my taste organ as it would upon a cock, her delicious white gel creaming out into my mouth at the same time.

Twoll squealed into my pussy as she came from her own stroking, and I came in return, my grey eyes rolling up into the whites as I did. Her tongue was on my small, exposed clit, and that caused an electric shock that blazed a nuclear fire in my belly. My internals convulsed, my womb squeezing as my pussy clutched at nothing but air. Magma-hot gel spilled from my open hole as I pissed out a line of cum, my big pink asshole winking as my stasis-locked body trembled. I wanted to scream, to shout like Saberna and squeal like Twoll from the intense pleasure of it, but all I could do was involuntarily dig my toes into the white dais beneath me.

Twoll popped off my pussy and gave out a few ragged breaths.

"That was fucking good," she huffed out. "Better than I thought, and I don't even like to eat pussy."

"Yeah," breathed Saberna. "We'll definitely book her again. We'll switch places next time."

"Good," replied Twoll. "I still want to talk about getting circumcised though."

"Oh, we'll talk about it, all right," replied Saberna in a disgusted huff. "There's no reason to go and maim yourself just because you're curious..."

They wandered off in what I could already tell was going to be a heated argument. I felt for Saberna though. I did not particularly like my circumcision, but perhaps her lover would. There was no way to know until she had it done, and in the end it was Twoll's decision anyway...Ah, well. Such is life.

Old Jurgoten wandered over again to take care of me. How he always knew I was finished with a suitor or suitors, I had no idea, but I was certainly appreciative of it. I sometimes liked the feeling of warm cum dripping out of my fucked hole, but I didn't particularly like my face dripping with it, so Jurgoten was a gods-send.

"Came to get you clean, luv," said the old man. "You just wait patiently now. Just be a sec."

He sprayed off my face first, and that felt good.

I had no preference in fucking when it came to men or women, most of us did not, though I think there were more men that preferred women than men who preferred both sexes. I was a natural female, not a converted one, and I had been born with a vagina, not had one cloned and attached, but I still had no preference. I enjoyed sex, and I had been enjoying it since my very first orgasm, but that was ancient history.

Sometimes I wished that I could be free from the line, but that was a fool's dream, so I didn't wish on it for very long. Besides, they had executed murderers in the old days. This was definitely preferable to that.

Maybe I had murdered that girl. Maybe I had murdered her and simply blanked it out. I had no idea. All I knew is that I felt like I deserved to be here, to be on the line. This punishment was what I deserved.

The old man looked upon me with sad eyes. His eyes were a dull blue, probably dulled from age, but his sympathy was appreciated. I think he could tell when I was being hard on myself, and I could tell that he could tell that I was doing that right now.

"You're so lovely," he frowned. "Such a shame. I'll be here though. I'll be here to help in case you need it."

He walked around behind me, sprayed off my ass and pussy, and shoved the hose into my open twat to spray me out again. This part was always relaxing, and being immortal helped in the 'not dying' department, so there was that.

"I'll keep an eye on you, luv," he said firmly from behind me. "You just hang in there. You hang in there now."

He walked off to treat the other condemned, and I felt really sorry for him. Try as modern science could, our technology still could not reverse the aging process. If it could, I would have been with him in a heartbeat. He was such a nice old man. He deserved better than this place.

My thoughts wandered back to Runadolph. We'd had a good thing going. He was a converted male...He'd been born with a vagina like me, but he'd had balls and a penis cloned and attached as soon as he'd turned eighteen. With chromosomal therapy, he was a true X-Y now, as if he'd never been female at all. His conversion had never bothered me though. He had been honest with me about it when we'd first met, and that was one of the things that had attracted me to him.

He was twenty-eight and an accomplished attorney. He made a lot of money at the firm, but he'd never thought about moving into the wealthier districts...He wanted to help the poor. Of course, when I stumbled across his backdealings on our PC...that's when things had started going downhill. He'd been embezzling money from the firm, and if they found out...

But I guess they wouldn't now. It didn't matter now, did it?...Fucker. I still don't understand why he had turned on me in court. We loved each other...had loved each other...The only reason I could come up with was that he was scared. That's the only thing I could think of.

My next suitor approached me, a singles, and he was...a gusher waiting to happen...Fuck me literally...I couldn't wait for this one.

This man was gorgeous even by my high standards. He was white, in his late twenties, over six-feet-tall, broad shouldered with rippling pecs and tight abs, and though his cock was the standard eight inches anymore, eight inches the new average for anyone with enough money for the lengthening process, it was thick, as wide around as a golf ball. He had short-cut, black hair with a chiseled face and slimline shades across his eyes, his shades the only article of clothing he was wearing. I couldn't see his ass, but I could tell that it had to be two tight fistfuls of muscle with a tight little asshole in-between those gorgeous cheeks.

My pussy flooded itself in anticipation. I was more than ready for this one.

My new suitor stroked his hanging cock, poking the glans out of his foreskin as the thick member stiffened in his grasp.

"The infamous Butcher," he said matter-of-factly. "How quaint."

I didn't like the implications behind his statement, but his voice was dark and easy, a twist in the heart that pulled a spike through my little lady-dick. It was like listening to the Forsaken One, like hearing the voice of the Dark One cast from the Heavens to the Underworld. It called to me, made me want to fill my womb full of this man's progeny and spit them out like an assembly-line nano-replicator. Some of my own thick cream dripped down in a small blot to splatter onto the dais I was permanently locked to; I was that fucking ready to mate with this guy.

He pulled on his thick dong until it was fully erect, and then he cocked his head back and to the right in what I could only assume was a gaze meant to study me in full.

"You're beautiful," he said easily. "No wonder you're here and not in Carnagraph or the Greens."

He swallowed hard for a moment, an affect I hadn't expected from someone like him.

"Even I have needs to attend to, Darlin'," he said firmly. "I'd apologize, but you're a murderer, so I don't really care what you think."

I didn't know how to feel about that statement. I wanted to fuck him, but his words were insulting. I hadn't killed anyone, and I was here against my own will, all because of my traitorous ex, but this was better than dying, so I wasn't really all that upset about it, not as much as I should have been anyway. I had consigned myself to this fate, but that didn't mean I liked or wanted to be insulted.

He walked around behind me, grabbed my wide bottom, and waited as my dais raised to the perfect fucking-height for his cock. He spread me open after that, that thick piece of meat spreading me wide, and I would have gasped were it not for my time lock. He slid in all eight inches of his monster dong and held me firmly as he started into an easy and graceful pump.

"I sound like a hypocrite for chastising you," he breathed out as he fucked me. "Considering what I do for a living, you look like a Godsdammed saint compared to me. Still, it's a fucking waste that you're hear. I thought maybe I'd come by and give you a looksee, see if there was anything I could do to ease your suffering."

Ease my suffering? What?

"I've got two milliliters of Duracyne in my wrist-hypo," he said in a quiet voice. "It would be easy to scramble your time lock and punch through the bullshit that's keeping you immortal. A quick shot in the skin of your ass, and even your nano-wrack won't keep you alive. It'll be quick and painless. You'll bleed a little from the nose, and you'll feel some heartburn, and then it'll all be over. You'll lose consciousness, and that'll be it."

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...No, please, don't...

"Had to see for myself," he huffed out. "Feel you around me. Look into your eyes and see if this was necessary."

He rocked my body back and forth as he began to pound into me. His dark threat along with his cool demeanor made my body tremble, making me feel a strange ecstasy build inside my lower belly, and I pissed out a stream of cum from the thought of it, my pussy lightly squeezing his thick dong at the same time, my asshole winking up at him as if to say "more".

"You like that, do you?" he said in a quiet chuckle. "You like dangerous men, huh?...Figures. Dames like you are a Godsdammed cliché. Still, I can feel you shaking. You're scared...You don't want to die. How funny."

It wasn't fucking funny. It was just the truth.

"I don't trust this place," he said. "The security's a Godsdammed joke. Still, there are cameras everywhere even though they're off during the actual fuck sessions. Can't spy on people's privacy without a fucking warrant. Not that it matters. I don't trust that old man in the observation booth. That's why I scrambled my ID coming in."

Who is this guy? What the fuck? Is he going to fuck me, kill me, or talk me into a coma?

I shuddered uncontrollably as he pulled his long, thick cock from my soaking hole. He cupped my juices in his right hand and spread them over my asshole, fully intent on enjoying that hole as well.

"Let's see how you like this," he said firmly.

My grey eyes went cross-eyed as my asshole spread for that monster meat between his legs. He plunged into my wide, heart-shaped bottom and took to pounding, no concern about how it might feel for me.

"Shame you're not animate," he said. "Would have been fun to hear you squeal...Don't worry though. I haven't decided your fate yet...No one's paying me for this anyway. I just thought I'd do this for extra credit."

He pounded into my ass, his cock stroking my G-spot with terrible force. I pissed out a white stream again, and my pussy contracted and squirted out a thick glob of white cum onto the dais beneath me. My asshole clutched his cock, and my legs trembled in spite of my time lock.

"Let's work it," he said in a husky breath. "Let's work this ass-pussy of yours. I can feel you shaking like a Godsdammed vibrator. I'll give you a good one before I make my decision."

His threats terrified me, but the length, girth, and power of his cock in my ass spread a pleasure all throughout me, a liquid fire of ecstasy that pulsed through me all the way up into my time-locked tits. These little minor orgasmic squirts of mine were nothing compared to what was coming, and it was coming pretty fucking quickly.

"That's it," huffed my tall, dark stranger. "That's it. Here it comes...I'm milking these balls because I have to. Too much of this bullshit is distracting, and distractions get you killed. Other than cutting off my own balls...which is not gonna fucking happen...I have to blow off steam every once in a while. It's the one fucking weakness I can't get rid of, but hey...at least it's enjoyable. So yeah, time to blow off a little steam, and then I'll make my decision."

That 'decision' had to do with my life. The very thought of that turned me on in a paradoxical drive of pure anal pleasure, and my belly quivered in anticipation of his hot semen filling my wide bottom.

He groaned and came in a squirt, squirt, squirt inside me, his heated life spilling into my bottom, and this shocked me into a massive multiple orgasm, something so powerful that it would have knocked me out had I not been permanently affixed to consciousness due to my nano-wracking.

My belly shook, my body trembled, my toes curled, my fingers curled, and my asshole clutched his thick meat over and over again as I spurted out thick globs of white gel from my contracting cunt. I pissed out a jet stream of hot cum as my eyes went up in the whites again, my mouth dropping open without control, the whole world in a torturous spin of orgasmic insanity. He shot a couple more hits of semen into my butt, and I returned the favor with one more squirt of gel from my pussy, and then it was over. It was the best finish I'd had since my sentence had been carried out, and it was over too quickly.

He pulled out of me, leaving me in a state of pseudo-consciousness from the sensation. That huge dick was something I would not forget anytime soon, nor did I want to forget it.

He walked around to my front, pushed up on my jaw so that my mouth closed, and then rubbed my temples until my grey eyes rolled back into place where I could see him. He held my head between his hands, his face directly in mine, and all I could do was stare at the thin black line of his shades.

"Time for the big reveal," he breathed. "Moment of truth, Darlin'."

He reached up, raised his shades, and rested them on his head as he stared me directly in the eyes. His own eyes were a shuttered amber, nano-converted cyber eyes that were very rare anymore. Most people had gene therapy for vision problems, but this man's eyes were fully replaced, which meant...which meant he had a targeting computer...Oh shit...He wasn't lying...Oh fuck...

"You're terrified," he whispered. "You're still buzzing...Hmmm...Let me look in your eyes...Huh...You didn't kill anyone at all...No...I doubt you've so much as smacked anyone...Well, fuck...It really is a shame then...Well, guess that answers that...I hate to leave you here, Darlin', but I've got principles. I don't do anyone that doesn't deserve it...Anyway, thanks for the fuck, sweetheart, but I've gotta blow. I'd take you with me, but even I can't fight the State. You're there's now...Sorry, Darlin'. Guess you'll just have to get used to it. It's better than being dead."

He left me there after that, leaving me with my own twisted thoughts. I'd enjoyed his company no doubt, but that was disturbing in itself. He'd wanted to kill me because he'd thought I was suffering, but then he'd left me alive after he'd figured out I was innocent...That...did not make any sense to me at all. Shouldn't it be the other way around? He'd left me here to suffer even though he knew I was innocent. What kind of principles were those?

Still, I was glad to be alive, that he had left me alive, and this calmed me quite a bit...but Godsdammed the threat of imminent death had really lit my candle. I'd never thought that would happen. I'd busted a fucking nut on that man's cock, and it wouldn't have surprised me in the slightest if my balls just randomly shot right out of my pussy from the very thought of him inside of me again...Stupid me was kind of hoping he'd come see me again.

Those thoughts left me as Old Jurgoten came out to see me again. He was a little late, but I was happy to hear his voice once more.

"Came to make sure you were okay," he said quietly.

He sprayed me in the face with his hose even though I didn't need it. He was thorough if he was anything.

"I was really scared of that man," said the elderly caretaker. "I don't trust him at all. He's been in here before, but he's a bad one...I can tell."

Jurgoten walked around, sprayed out my pussy, and then shoved the hose in my ass, spreading my cum-soaked asshole with the hose nozzle. He turned it on full blast until my rectum filled with water and my belly pooched out a little, then he stepped back as he removed the hose, and my ass squirted out the offending liquid, cum included.