Tragic Masquerade

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Azizam Origins - Walt and Tina

Tragic Masquerade

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Author's Foreword: This is the story of Courtney, a troubled teen. Life hasn't been easy for her and, after an encounter with a relative, she commits the ultimate sin. Her traumatic transition causes her to swear off men forever. Although she doesn't know it, she's an Aziza and can't live without men. Courtney is ready to accept her condition until her estranged father tracks her down at a Halloween party. He does his best to change her mind about men, and life in general. Can Courtney find a way to deal with her unique condition, or will her story end in tragedy?

Proceed with caution; a dark tale awaits.

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Courtney frowned as she stared in the mirror at her own naked form. It was her eighteenth birthday, yet her body hadn't changed in years. There should be some pimples, or at least a little pubic hair but this was not the case. The girls that had graduated with her earlier that spring had complained about having to shave their legs so often. That wasn't a problem for Courtney. She wished it was.

Her girlish face communicated no wisdom or guile. Courtney squeezed her pathetic excuses for breasts and willed them to grow. When her nipples hardened they were about as big as the underlying breast tissue they perched on. She liked the way they tingled, but as her eyes traveled down her short, slim form, her frown returned.

Her underdeveloped body looked like a pole, with four smaller poles attached to it. Nothing distinguished her waist from her hips other than her protruding hip bones. Like her hips, her knees were knobby and, as they say, she was little more than skin and bones. At five feet tall and 83 pounds, she was a sorry excuse for the adult woman she was supposed to be now.

Her cunny tingled, jealous of the attention her breasts had been given. It had been doing that a lot lately. After accidentally thinking about her uncle, Roger, when she had an orgasm, Courtney swore she would never masturbate again. It wasn't the Godly thing to do. Courtney sighed and considered whether or not she should confess her sins.

Roger wasn't a bad guy, but he had made her feel uncomfortable after she had learned what sex was. Maybe he was just being kind and affectionate, but maybe not. He was certainly the only man, or male in general, who had ever given her any attention. She hoped that it was this innocent reason that her mind wandered to him but was afraid that it wasn't innocent at all.

'I'm going to hell.' Courtney thought as she began to get dressed, gloom spreading over her.

Being a good Christian hadn't been that hard. Be kind to your family and to your neighbors. Be understanding and welcoming with strangers. Pray every night and follow the advice of your elders. It was all pretty simple, actually.

Well, it used to be simple. Now all she thought about was men, men, and more men. She didn't know much about sex but she knew how it worked because of health class and conversations with her friends. Thinking about putting something inside of herself was her new hobby. Each time she thought about it, which was all the time now, only served to prove that she was a sinner.

Sex without marriage was bad enough. Sex without marriage and with your own uncle? That was unforgivable. Only murder would be worse. There might be some other things higher on the list, but incest had to be the very worst of the sins.

"Honey, your friends are here!" Mom called up the steps.

"Coming!" Courtney called back.

Despite everything else, it was nice to have a couple close friends. Nothing raised one's spirits like some time with people who understood you. Courtney pranced down the stairs and met her friends in the kitchen.

"Happy Birthday!" Charlotte and Lidia said together, then rushed in for a group hug.

"Finally!" Courtney said, chuckling.

"No kidding. You're the last one to turn eighteen in the whole graduating class." Charlotte said, her tummy jiggling as she poked Courtney playfully.

"How did you graduate when you were seventeen anyway?" Lidia asked, pushing her glasses up her pretty nose.

"Because she's super smart." Mom said, whisking into the kitchen to grab some things. Courtney just shrugged.

"Want to swim?" Courtney asked, noticing how good Lidia looked in her cover-up. Unlike Courtney, Lidia did look like a woman. Sure, she was a little nerdy with her over-sized glasses. Regardless, Lidia had all the right curves in all the right places.

"Heck yeah!" Charlotte said, then turned for the garden door. It wasn't that Charlotte wasn't attractive. She was just a little bigger than Courtney wanted to be. A typical thought for today's culture, Courtney reminded herself.

The water was cool and they all giggled when they got in. It wasn't a sweet, in-ground pool like rich people had but nobody seemed to care. Courtney certainly didn't care. A lot of people had a lot less than she did and their rickety, above ground wading pool was far more than most people had.

"Hey, is Roger going to be here?" Charlotte asked, grinning in that devilish way she had.

"Charlotte." Courtney said, a look of disapproval on her face. Charlotte's grin got even wider and Courtney realized that she was being teased. "Are you still crushing on my uncle?"

"Sure, why not? He's hot and I like older men." Charlotte said, looking around for Roger.

"You wouldn't know what to do with an older man." Lidia teased.

"You're wrong there. I have a strong head game." Charlotte fired back, then wiggled her eyebrows.

"Do you mean blow jobs?" Courtney asked, wrinkling her eyebrows. Charlotte was so crass.

"Of course, Miss Do-right." Charlotte said, heading off an argument. She pulled a raft under her and rolled onto it. "I blew my ex-boyfriend every chance I got. By the time we broke up, he'd bust a nut in just a few minutes. Four was his record in one day."

"I couldn't do that." Courtney said, shaking her head. She loved Charlotte like a sister but sometimes sex was all she talked about. It was hard to be judgmental given that Courtney thought about sex almost continuously now too.

"Sure you could. It's not like it's a sin." Charlotte said, making Courtney's ears burn. Neither of her friends were Christian, or particularly religious. Courtney started to speak but Charlotte went on, "When they talk about sex in the bible, they're talking about making babies. That's not... Oh. Look. Hot Roger is here."

Sure enough, when they followed Charlotte's gaze, Roger had indeed shown up and was busy getting the grill going for dinner. Roger was around 40 years old and not bad looking for an older guy. Since Courtney's mother seemed to be eternally single, Roger came around a lot to help with things around the house. Apart from a girlfriend that he had for several years, he seemed to be forever-single as well. Courtney hoped that it didn't run in the family.

"Hey, Roger!" Charlotte called out as soon as Roger looked in their direction.

"Hey ladies. How are you all today?" Roger asked, approaching the pool.

"Better, now." Charlotte flirted, smiling sweetly and batting her eye-lashes. Courtney covered her face as her ears started to burn again. Charlotte had no shame. At least Lidia only put a thumb up in the air like a normal teenager.

"Need something to drink?" Roger asked. It felt like his questioning gaze was on Courtney.

"Water, please." Charlotte crooned.

"No thanks." Lidia chimed in.

"How about the birthday girl?" Roger asked, his smile growing a little. "Bubbly?"

"Yes, please." Courtney said, unable to keep from smiling back. Roger was so sweet to her.

"Are we going to play Diablo, later?" Lidia asked, shaking her head at Charlotte who watched Roger until he had disappeared into the house. Diablo was Courtney's favorite video game, at least for the moment. It was fun and Lidia was a hoot when they played together.

"That sounds like a good way to spend the evening." Courtney said. "Did you bring an extra controller?"

"I didn't think about it. I can..." Lidia began, then was cut-off by Charlotte.

"Booorring." Charlotte said, then when Roger walked back out of the patio door, "Not boring."

"Here you go, Charlotte." Roger said, handing over a bottle of water. Charlotte blew him a kiss as a thank you and Roger just shook his head. Good for him.

"Thanks, Uncle Roger." Courtney said, taking the cold can from him. Their fingers brushed as he gave her that warm smile of his.

Courtney tingled in the middle and blushed, though she didn't know why. Without thinking about it, Courtney used her free hand to put a little pressure on her aching cunny below the water. It was everything she could do to avoid gasping. Fortunately, Roger had already turned to set about the next task on his list. Turning away from her friends, Courtney took a deep breath and opened her can of strawberry carbonated water. It was cold and the bubbles tickled her nose and tongue as she took a sip.

"As I was saying." Lidia said, shooting Charlotte a look. "I can just run home and get a controller or two. We can play online, but it'd be more fun in person."

"I'll pass, guys." Charlotte said, frowning. "I have to work."

"Awe. We'd been planning this for weeks." Courtney said, feeling a little snubbed.

"I'm sorry, babe." Charlotte said, making a frowning face. "I really did want to hang out, but I'm also broke and was offered an extra evening shift."

"That's alright." Courtney said, realizing that Charlotte was being genuine. She considered how she'd been putting off getting a job too and resolved to get going on that. However, that was a problem for future Courtney, not birthday Courtney. "You came to hang out with me for a couple hours. I appreciate that."

"You're so sweet." Charlotte said, then a shit-eating grin spread across her face. "Seriously though, we should have a sleep-over when Roger is around."

"Oh, stop." Courtney complained but she could tell that Charlotte was just getting her wound up, so she didn't respond beyond that.

A while later Courtney's mother made an appearance with Roger. He put steaks on the grill and she brought out plates and all the fixings. Courtney would have her customary steak with candles, just like she did every year. One day, she'd like to try cake and ice cream even though it would make her vomit. Her mom had given her some name for Courtney's condition but it wasn't memorable. Basically, her diet was severely limited. It wouldn't be a surprise if that's why Courtney was so small.

"No rush, girls." Courtney's mother said as she placed a few towels within reach.

"I'm getting ready now." Courtney said, licking her lips. Steak was the best. "If you don't eat it at temperature, what's the point of cooking it a perfect medium rare?"

Charlotte got another big smile and looked in Roger's direction for a moment. Courtney expected another off-color joke but Charlotte just winked when she made eye contact. Courtney rolled her eyes in response and climbed out of the pool using the ladder.

"I love that bikini, Courtney." Lidia said.

"Thanks. That's nice of you to say." Courtney said. She looked down at the little bikini top and wondered why she bothered given that she had no tits. "You look pretty hot too."

"Awe, shucks." Lidia said, feigning embarrassment. Lidia's chest was eye level with Courtney as she negotiated the last step. Her breasts were high and perky and, if Courtney were into women, Lidia would be at the top of her to-do list.

"Char is looking sassy and sexy as always too." Courtney said, not wanting to make Charlotte feel left out of the compliments. As confident as she acted, Charlotte did have some self-esteem issues. She also had a really well endowed chest that was threatening to spill out of her top.

"That's right. Big and beautiful." Charlotte beamed, glancing in Roger's direction again. "Hey, between us we represent all the body types a man would ever want." Charlotte said, then leaned in and whispered, "Go out with me one night and one of us will get laid for sure."

Courtney scoffed and soon they were dried off and sitting expectantly at the picnic table. Roger turned and brought Courtney's favorite meal; steak, medium rare, and spiced cottage cheese. Roger started singing 'Happy Birthday' as he approached and everyone joined in. The cool, still air let the candles burn with barely a flicker. Courtney liked her special moment and soaked up the attention of her favorite people.

When the song finally ended, Courtney didn't make a wish. Instead, she silently bowed her head and prayed that God would forgive her for her impure thoughts, grant her the strength to get through these trying times and to allow her to find a man to be faithful to. It felt good and her heart warmed. A wide smile formed as she blew out the six candles on the first try.

The steaks were perfectly cooked so it made sense that nobody spoke as they gobbled down the expensive meat. They only murmured their appreciation for the fine meal and good cooking. Courtney wanted to partake in the cupcakes that were served, but she knew better and did well to ignore them. Roger ended up with a large glob of frosting on his upper lip and it only took one glance to figure out what Charlotte was thinking. He made a show of trying to lick it off and Courtney blushed and giggled at the thoughts that entered her own mind.

"Ours first!" Lidia insisted when Mom brought out the three gifts. Lidia pushed their gift toward Courtney and said, "Charlotte and I pooled our money for this. Go ahead."

"Oh, my god!" Courtney squealed once the book-shaped gift was unwrapped. "The latest Diablo expansion! I've already been planning my Paladin build. You guys are awesome." Courtney got chuckles and pats as she gave Lidia and Charlotte the biggest squeeze that she could muster, then got busy opening the next biggest gift. "Mom! Two new controllers!" Lidia laughed out loud and Courtney knew she'd been tricked. "I'm sorry, I forgot my controller." Courtney mocked in a silly voice.

Courtney lavished her mother with cheek kisses and hugs. She hesitated when she sat and looked at the little box that had to be from Roger. Rings came in boxes like that. There was no way this was a ring though. Wouldn't that be weird? Slowly, she opened the box, then was puzzled at the key she found there. She held it up to Roger with a questioning look.

"My car is yours now." Roger stated, his fake seriousness exploding into a wide smile. Courtney was frozen as her eyes widened.

"Seriously?"

"That's right. I have been thinking about buying a truck and your mom and I figured that this is something you needed anyway."

"Uncle Roger, that's amazing!" Courtney said, leaping up and falling into Roger's outstretched arms. This was a gift she'd never forget. Her first car! Courtney's cunny tingled as she soaked in Roger's cologne. 'Give it a break, please.' Courtney silently begged her body. She needed to back away from the embrace, but she didn't want to.

"Don't be too happy. I expect you to have a job within a couple months and start paying for your own insurance." Roger said, getting some separation and studying Courtney's jubilant face.

"I will. I promise." Courtney said, crossing her heart. His look was melting her though so she turned away and changed the subject, "Ready to play, Lidia?"

"Heck yeah." Lidia said, grinning wide as well.

"Hey, I'm headed out soon." Mom said to Courtney's back as the girls made their way to the house. "You've got the evening to yourself so you can cuss at the game or whatever you want to do."

"Can you give me a quick ride home after I tidy things up?" Roger asked. Courtney whirled and hung onto the door frame for a second, confused.

"Of course! You're the best!" Courtney exclaimed, realizing again that the car was hers and Roger had no way to get home.

By the time they had the game loaded up and the controllers connected, Lidia got a text that changed the evening plans.

"Sorry, Court. My mom said I have to come home to baby-sit." Lidia said, throwing her head back against the couch.

"What the heck?" Courtney said, frowning.

"She said she's really sorry though and said I could come over all day tomorrow." Lidia said, her face practically begging Courtney not to be upset.

"That's ok with me." Mom called, briskly walking to the front door. "I'm late, gotta' go."

"Yeah, I can come over tomorrow too." Charlotte said, her tone placating. She'd been preparing to leave as well.

"Love you, mom!" Courtney called, her spirits falling. She tried not to show it. A fun night with her friends was something she'd looked forward to all week. She put on a big smile and hoped that they wouldn't notice that it was fake. "Ok. I understand. It's not your fault. But, I'm going to play all night so when you get here tomorrow I'm going to be way better than you two are."

"Bet!" Lidia said, her face brightening. She was obviously happy that Courtney didn't look upset.

Courtney was as cheerful as possible as she said farewell to her friends. It really wasn't Charlotte's fault that she was broke and needed the extra shift. She was young like Courtney and they were all broke. It also wasn't Lidia's fault that she was the daughter of a busy single-mother and was frequently recruited for baby-sitting her ten year old sister. Courtney just hoped that Lidia's mother hadn't planned a last minute date or something. That wouldn't be a good excuse to ruin Courtney's night.

Flopping down on the couch, Courtney settled in and started exploring the new Paladin character. She was still tingling where her legs met, but she did her best to ignore it. It wasn't going away. Courtney sighed deeply and considered starting a game. Diablo was fun in single player, but it was a lot more fun with a larger party. More monsters meant more loot. Courtney leaned back and put a forearm over her eyes. She did her best not to feel down, but it was hard to avoid being grumpy.

"I'm done, want to give me a ride home?" Roger asked, entering the room from the kitchen. Courtney lowered her arm and her face must have been glum because Roger stopped to examine her more closely. "Where did your friends go?"

"Charlotte picked up an extra shift and Lidia had to go babysit her little sister." Courtney said, shrugging. Resigned to the fate of her lonely evening, she stood to make good on giving Roger a ride. At least she'd be able to take care of her tingly issue once she was alone. The tingling in her middle intensified in response to that idea.

"Oh, shoot. That sucks. You were about to break in that new game, right?"

"Yeah, and it's better with more than one person playing." Courtney complained, motioning to the TV helplessly with the controller she still clutched.

"Want me to play with you for a while?" Roger asked, grinning. Courtney's mind latched on to the double-entendre and she felt butterflies along with the tingling. She shook her head to dismiss the wicked thought and Roger nodded slightly.

"Oh. No. I mean, yes. That'd be cool!" Courtney said, smiling wide and realizing that she'd sent the wrong signal. She chuckled nervously at her bumbling response. "Are you any good?"

"I guess there's only one way to find out." Roger said, smiling and taking a seat. He took the offered controller and Courtney watched him closely as he powered it on and joined the game without being shown how. "Ok, you're going to have to coach me a little though. I'm usually a Call of Duty kind of guy." Courtney's genuine smile appeared for the first time in a while and Roger glanced at her and caught it, then patted her on the shoulder gently. "I got you, Court. Now, which character class am I playing? Is that the right way to say it?"

"Yeah, that's right." Courtney said, then giggled. She liked it when Roger called her by his pet name. "You should play a sorcerer. I'll help you with a fire-build because I know it pretty well."

"A build?" Roger asked, his brows furrowing.

It was enjoyable to teach Roger something for a change, even if it was a useless video-game. He picked up on the gameplay pretty quickly as well. His big, strong hands were obviously accustomed to a controller and Courtney had to take a deep breath now and then to keep from imagining what else those hands were good at. After completing the first, easy dungeon, Courtney excused herself to the bathroom.

'Stop it, ok?' Courtney mentally instructed herself as she stared at herself in the mirror. It felt awful to have those thoughts, but the primitive side of her brain was already starting to convince her that she just needed to get it out of her system.

Courtney pottied and wiped as usual. The tissue swiping across her sensitive parts made her shiver. The problem only worsened. Surely this was not normal. After an overly-rigorous hand-washing and a long series of deep breaths, she returned to the living room.

"Ready for the next level?" Roger asked, smiling and looking her up and down. Courtney knew he shouldn't look at her that way. She also knew that she shouldn't like it - but she did.

"You're pretty good at video games." Courtney said, dropping onto the couch next to Roger. She leaned over and bumped her shoulder playfully against his arm.

"Well, I have a good teacher." Roger said, smiling wide enough that his eyes smiled too.

'I bet you'd be a good teacher too.' Courtney thought as she smiled back. She quickly turned back to the game and tried to concentrate as she mentally berated herself. 'What the heck is wrong with me? Just stop already.'

Hyper-focusing on the game over the next couple of hours did help. A little. Roger's close proximity didn't help. They hooted and high-fived every time they completed a big battle or beat a dungeon. Roger patted her thigh a few times to get her attention and Courtney barely registered that she was touching his arm often as well. They sat closer and closer until their naked thighs touched beneath their shorts.

That really didn't help the situation and Courtney recovered some space between them. They played on for a few more levels and, as Roger was making his skill choices between levels, Courtney realized how much she appreciated that he was taking time to hang out with her.

She studied his sweet face as he concentrated on the game, memorizing the little smile-wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. His stubble cast a perfect shadow on his jawline. She barely registered it when he turned and began to study her as well.

"What's on your mind, pretty girl?" Roger asked, his hand slowly snaking out and caressing her cheek and making her eye-lids flutter.

Roger's finger felt like it was charged when he touched her cheek. The skin there tingled now and it slowly spread out across her face and down her body. Courtney felt hot and breathless, her heart rate ramping up. When the sensation crawled across her chest her nipples hardened and felt like they would cut through the tight fabric of her tank top.

"Me too." Roger whispered. His lips captured her attention and, when he licked them lightly, she shivered.

"Thanks for hanging out with me." Courtney croaked through a dry throat.

Courtney raised her arms and, as if he'd been anticipating it, Roger squared up to her and gathered her into his arms. His body was as warm and hers and she buried her face in his chest and breathed in his cologne again. He kissed the top of her head tenderly then adjusted, allowing her to snuggle into the crook of one arm.

Unbidden, her eyes traveled to Roger's khaki shorts and what was hidden underneath. A lump was growing there and Courtney's eyes widened. Her insides leapt knowing that she was attractive to him. She watched as her hand, seemingly controlled by someone else, slid slowly down his flat stomach and came to rest on that growing lump. Roger groaned softly. He liked it.

"It's a sin." Courtney whispered, pulling back after realizing what she was doing. Roger's arm was still around her back, but he wasn't holding her.

"I don't think it is, Court." Roger whispered, his distant hand slowly moving toward her as he eyed her chest. Courtney couldn't resist leaning into his hand as he ran a gentle knuckle around her nipple slowly. Courtney gasped and shivered. "If it helps, no one ever has to know."

Courtney knew that she shouldn't let this go on but her will had been ground away. Her duplicitous brain flooded her system with dopamine as she considered doing what her body demanded. She wanted to touch and be touched. She needed to be touched.

Breathing harder now, almost panting, Courtney watched as her hands reached out and deftly lowered Roger's zipper; it wasn't hard to fish his semi-erect penis out of his fly. Her hand squeezed him as if it had a mind of its own. Roger groaned as she leaned down and took him in her mouth. Courtney could almost hear Charlotte's proclamation about how good she was at blow jobs.

There was no way for Courtney to know what made a blow job good, but she could feel Roger hardening in her mouth. His penis tasted like... well... like a big finger. There wasn't much taste, which was unexpected. Courtney ran her tongue around his rapidly swelling head until Roger tensed and became fully hard. She loved the way he ran his fingers through her hair.

Roger flexed his hips, pushing into her mouth a little more. Courtney got the idea and slid down until he was nearly in her throat. She was afraid to gag, but liked the way he gasped in response, so went farther anyway. She didn't gag and he felt good buried in her throat. After a moment she pulled back for a breath, then repeated it.

Courtney was surprised when Roger thrust up at her and pulled back immediately before repeating the process and driving him back into her throat. It felt natural and, when he groaned, she knew that he wanted to be stroked and not just placed deep in her throat. She started to bob her head slowly, running her lips across the head of his penis before taking him in deeply once again.

"Oh yeah. Just like that, baby." Roger hummed, his hips working slightly with each stroke.

Courtney's middle was on fire now and, although she was enjoying her first blow job, she was very ready for her turn. Roger's caresses on her back and neck made her temperature rise even more and he groaned as she picked up her pace. She wiggled her butt, hoping he'd touch her there too.

Moaning, Roger seemed to be unable to keep from holding on to Courtney's head. He was gentle but guided her movements ever so slightly, her nose bumping the inside of his thigh with each deep stroke. In the final seconds, she could feel his penis harden a little more. At last, he grunted and he started to throb in her mouth.

Salty fluid splashed into the back of her throat and, for a moment, she thought she might choke on it. It too felt natural and her mouth watered after she swallowed the first gulp. She hoped it would keep coming but there wasn't more than a teaspoon to be had. Roger squirmed shortly after the last twitch of his penis and pushed Courtney back gently.

"Ahh." Courtney said, sitting up and licking her lips.

With eyes focused intently on Roger's lips, Courtney leaned in as she felt an overwhelming urge to kiss him. It was her first kiss, but her body knew what to do. She slid a hand behind Roger's smiling face and cocked her head slightly, forming an oval with her mouth. He smiled sweetly and did the same to receive her lips.

When their lips made contact it felt as though static electricity discharged. Instead of the pain of shock, it was almost magnetic. Courtney took a deep breath and a raw power flowed into her, or felt like it flowed into her. Just as the tingling of his touch had spread across her body, a new sensation spread through her. Hot and full of life, it felt like her awareness was expanding or the world was shrinking.

Roger didn't move for the entire transfer. Courtney remained in place as well, but couldn't say if it had been a millisecond, or an eon before she slowly pulled away. Her eyes focused above his head and the world was somehow different. The world thrummed around her, or perhaps it was her own heartbeat that she was hearing. Colors seemed sharper and the lamp-light seemed brighter. Roger slumped and let out one long breath. His last breath. Courtney immediately knew something was wrong.

"Roger?" Courtney asked, shaking him lightly. She then shook him more vigorously. "Roger!" Roger fell over onto the couch, his body contorted at an uncomfortable angle. "Oh, god. Roger? Wake up! Roger, please..." Courtney begged, poking at him. Her voice was quavering and tears were already coming to her eyes. Holding her breath, she felt for a pulse in his neck. It was absent. She tried his wrist, then his neck again. "Oh, God. Oh, God. Please. No." She mumbled over and over again.

Lifting his legs and stretching him out on the couch, Courtney did her best to remember her lifeguard CPR training. She began chest compressions but the soft couch wasn't helping. Openly sobbing now, she wrestled him onto the floor and managed to bang his head soundly. She restarted chest compressions, tears falling onto the backs of her clasped hands. After thirty compressions she tilted his head and neck and gave him a breath, then a second. His chest rose and fell with each. That was a good thing.

"C'mon, Roger. Please." Courtney begged through her tears, resuming the compressions.

It was a full ten minutes before she gave up. Weeping, with her head on his chest, she listened for a heartbeat. The rise and fall of breathing. Anything. There was nothing. Courtney was in shock, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Her stomach roiled as her anxiety grew.

Courtney needed to leave. There would be questions. So many questions about what they were doing. She couldn't lie. Everything would be revealed. Her mother would hate her and her friends would be disgusted.

A creaking sound made her head snap up and she cocked her head as she examined the details of the far wall. Cracked paint. A cobweb. Dusty baseboards. It was nothing. The house was only adjusting to the cool night air. Courtney wanted to cry, and scream. Most of all, she wanted to run. Unable to think clearly, she hurriedly packed a backpack full of clothes and snatched up the keys to her new car. Roger's car.

"Why? God, please tell me why?" Courtney begged out loud as she stared down at her uncle's body one last time. It was a long minute before she could tear her eyes away from the scene.

With her eyes full of tears and the taste of him still on her tongue, Courtney left her home for the last time. She started the sedan with no idea of where she would go. Slowly and quietly she departed and picked a random direction. After several random turns, her destination became clear. She needed some place to hide and all she could think about was the abandoned garment factory not far away.

Carefully, Courtney pulled into one of the partially open bays in what must have been a delivery area. The sedan managed to slip just under the rusty, half-open door with only inches to spare. Courtney hadn't stopped crying, but was now overcome with the urge to laugh. This must be a bad dream. A nightmare. It was unreal. Unbelievable.

Courtney was full of energy and wanted to get out and run around the garment factory that she'd spent so much time in as a young teen. It was her getaway. A hideout. It felt safe despite the fact that it was old and musty. Only the mice and racoons shared this space. It felt close, perhaps too close?

It was only a quarter mile away across the green space behind her house. You could almost see it from their back patio in the middle of winter. Not now though. Not with the multi-colored fall leaves on the trees.

"Why? God?" Courtney pleaded, unable to comprehend what had happened. "Am I being punished? Did you punish him too?"

The ache behind her ears started as a slight irritation, just on the edge of her senses. As she cried, begged, and prayed, it grew. Not just in her head, but in her bones. The very center of her being. Her heart rate was still high and now she began to feel tired, but she wasn't. She felt strong. Stronger than she'd ever been. Her stomach felt full, but she was empty inside.

First one leg cramped, then the other. Courtney was forced out of the car to try and stretch them. She cried out as she did so. In the process, an arm cramped as well. Then her stomach. The cramps made her grunt and swear. She never swore. It felt like her bones would break but they held somehow. Each tendon and ligament complained and, for several agonizing minutes, she felt like she was 100 years old. It hurt to stand. Courtney braced against a dirty, cracked wall.

Whatever it was passed then - gone in a whisper. Had she imagined it? She felt invigorated once again and her body vibrated with energy. The dirty garage area came back into sharp focus and she realized that she was able to see despite it being very dark inside the factory. Then it began to fade until darkness surrounded her again.

Feeling her way back to the car, Courtney managed to climb into the back seat. Her body was numb for a moment, then began to throb with pain again. Courtney felt drained and tired suddenly and lowered herself shakily to lay in the back seat. It smelled like Roger. Sweet, sweet Roger.

Courtney woke in a pile of old, musty clothing. Disoriented, she sat up quickly and gasped due to the pain running circles through every nerve in her body. Her mind cleared just enough to remember wandering the factory and considering ways to put herself out of her misery. It was pure misery. She was being punished.

Working her parched mouth, she rose shakily to her feet. Slowly, she recognized where she was and turned to make her way back to the car. She rounded a corner and hissed, covering her eyes. The daylight was so bright it hurt and she pulled back into the shadowed hall. She couldn't make it. Weeping, Courtney slumped down against the wall. She didn't even complain when her thigh muscles cramped so hard it made her bones ache.

She came around again and realized she must have passed out. Her tongue felt swollen and her mouth was terribly dry. It felt like she had just spit out a mouthful of crackers. Peeking around the corner, she swooned as the soft light stabbed her sensitive eyes. The need for water was too much and, steeling herself, she closed her eyes tight and took a handful of breaths.

Cracking her eyes open as little as possible, she looked down at the floor and shielded her eyes. Her eyes watered as she staggered onto the factory floor. Even the dirty, broken tiles below her feet were cutting into her retinas. Courtney cried when she banged into old workbenches and equipment. Regardless, she pressed on.

The short journey seemed to take hours, but she finally made it back to the car. Each agonizing step was its own challenge. The sunglasses she found there helped and she murmured her appreciation for Roger. It was then that she realized that she hadn't packed any water.

With sinking hopes she searched the car and found a partially open bottle in the door. Headless of potential contamination, she chugged it down. The relief for her mouth was instant. She continued searching the car until she struck gold.

"Roger, you're the best." Courtney said to no one, staring into the trunk and admiring a nearly full case of water bottles.

***

The next 24 hours were a blur of agony, despair, and euphoria. When she wasn't paralyzed with pain and ready to end her life, Courtney was rubbing her pussy and squirming in ecstasy. She either felt incredibly good, or completely rotten. Little marked the transition between the two except for occasional periods of unconsciousness. It wasn't heaven and it wasn't hell. It was probably some sort of purgatory.

By the third night, Courtney was slightly more lucid and wandered the factory floor sipping a warm bottle of water. The pain was fading and soon the sexual urges would begin again. The pain had become slightly less, as did the extreme euphoria. She had accepted that she was being punished for murder and worse. Though she was starting to slowly let that concept go. If she were really being punished, why would there be any pleasure at all?

Courtney looked around, pleased that it no longer hurt to see sunlight. The tension in her groin was growing again and she couldn't bear to rub her clit anymore. Having something that vibrated to lean against would be nice. A washing machine, or her electronic toothbrush. Why hadn't she thought of that before? Alas, she hadn't even thought to pack it.

Leaning against a dusty workbench, she placed her hand on a machine she'd seen a hundred times. A steam press, whose handle now loomed over her uplifted face. A smooth, thick, long handle. Courtney wrapped her little hand around it and could barely touch her finger tips. It was a little big but it made her squeeze her thighs together. She was already wicked so she might as well act like it.

"How would you like to get fucked?" Courtney asked the machine.

She heaved against it and was impressed that she could get it to move at all. An idea occurred to her and she moved an empty steel table next to the machine and tested it. Stable. With an easy leap she lit atop the table. Leaning in, she poured a little of her precious water and caressed the handle like a lover, washing the dust away.

Courtney dropped her filthy shorts and promised herself that she'd change them after she took care of her naughty little pussy. It was time to lose her virginity. Her middle caught fire at the thought of being penetrated. She imagined the big, black handle as a big, black cock and grinned wickedly as she turned her ass toward it and shook it. For the first time, she realized that she had an ass to shake.

"You like that ass, big guy?" Courtney teased no one.

Lowering herself over it, she teased her sopping entrance with the handle and hummed. The pressure felt good and it slid around better than she thought it would. She worked it against herself a little more then, when the alignment was right, pressed down against it.

Her body hummed and she grimaced against the pain. Even the pain felt good. Courtney pressed and reset several times and started to get frustrated. Ready to give up, she grunted as she put her body weight on it.

"Fuck!" Courtney wailed as the handle tore into her.

The pain combined with the fullness inside her entrance combined to shoot electricity through her body as an epic orgasm took hold. Her face contorted and legs gave way as her knees got weak, driving the handle deeper into her pussy. Another wave of orgasmic pain-laced pleasure raced through her and Courtney whimpered. One more convulsion and it slipped in even deeper causing a stabbing pain to rip through her.

Courtney screamed but the orgasm carried on as if unconcerned about any damage taking place. The pressure she felt deep inside was enough for her to know that she'd found the bottom of her wicked, needy little hole. She shuddered and quivered as her pussy continued to rhythmically clamp around the thick handle. Gravity couldn't take it deeper now, even if she wanted it.

Each movement brought another wave of ecstasy and, for a moment, Courtney thought she'd be trapped on that perch forever. Fortunately, or unfortunately, it was then that the ecstasy started to give way to pain all over her body. Like a switch being thrown, she went from being a wicked, horny teenager, to a tired octogenarian. She used the transition to slowly extract herself from her new toy. There was blood, but not much.

Courtney managed to stumble back to her car and curl up in the backseat, her insides cramping. All at once she regretted molesting that machine and wanted to try it again, after she healed.

She missed her mom and apologized silently, for the hundredth time, for what happened to Roger. Her addled mind wanted to go back and cry like a child, but she knew she couldn't. She knew her mom would be mourning by now and it was all her fault. Wicked Courtney the sinner.

***

The problem of the big, black handle was solved when Courtney found that it could easily be unscrewed from the machine. She was an idiot for not trying that first because being in better control was so much more enjoyable, and safer. It still intrigued her how much she liked the pain. Between her new favorite toy and the little tube of Vaseline that she'd found in the car's medical kit, her sexual interludes were much, much more enjoyable.

It was on the fourth full day that she finally felt a little more normal. At least the pain in her body and periods of sexual arousal were less extreme and came on more slowly. She was out walking on the shady side of the factory when she caught her reflection in one of the few unbroken windows. She was a dirty, stinking mess and her hair was a nest of tangles. She was also different.

After wiping some of the grime from the window she realized that her shorts were shorter and her tank top looked smaller on her. She also had small tits and a waist. She had the start of curves. Curves! Turning this way and that she admired the changes in her body. Putting a couple fingers under her ass, she was able to jiggle her ass-cheeks. She had an ass too!

Courtney practically skipped back inside and went for some water to freshen up with. She froze when she realized she only had a few bottles left. Worse, she remembered that her little tube of Vaseline was gone as well. She would need to do something soon, but not now.

Armed with the water and the cutest change of clothes she could find, she went back outside and stripped in front of the glass. Using her filthy tank top as a rag, she wiped the window down so she could see better. In the reflection, little wisps of dark pubic hair stood out on her brown skin and she could make out darkening leg hair as well. Fascinated, she bent to examine herself more closely for a few minutes.

Grunting, Courtney removed her shoes and peeled off her nasty socks. Her shoes had felt tighter and she hadn't removed them in days. Her toes enjoyed the new freedom and Courtney realized that they had been cramped in her tennis shoes. She held up her skirt in front of her. The mid-thigh skirt was now a mini-skirt.

Yes, she had indeed grown and she bounced happily at the realization. Her little breasts bounced merrily as well and she giggled and jumped some more just to feel and watch them move on her chest. Courtney massaged her breasts and teased her nipples, encouraging them to stand at attention. Her breasts were tender but at least they didn't hurt as bad as they had during the previous days. She actually had perky little tits now.

Courtney wet her hands and used finger-combs to start to sort out the knots in her hair. It wasn't that hard because her hair tended to be thin and straight, without much body. She whipped her moist, collarbone-length hair back and forth a few times, approving of what she saw in the reflection.

The rest of the water was spent on a quick bath, starting with her dirt-smudged face. There could be no doubt that pleasure was taken in rinsing off some of her more sensitive parts. Courtney spent some time admiring her new, wet body in the mirror. She turned this way and that, giggling at what she saw there.

When her stomach growled it broke the spell and Courtney realized that she hadn't eaten since... Well, it had been days. She needed to seriously consider what came next and how to find nourishment. Home wasn't an option. She'd resigned herself to never seeing her mother again. Even if her mother could forgive her, Courtney would never forgive herself.

What had happened didn't make any sense. How was it possible that she killed Roger with a kiss? It was clear that it wasn't just any kiss. Something had happened that sent her body into overdrive. It caused the growth spurt that she'd been wanting. Unfortunately, lots of pain came with it and unquenchable urges that made her enjoy fucking herself with that big, black handle as well. No, she couldn't go home. Knowing this made her chest hurt, but thinking of looking her mother in the eyes hurt even more.

Dread washed over Courtney as she made her way back to Roger's car. She contemplated taking off in it, but realized that without any money she wouldn't make it far. Besides, the police were probably looking for it too.

A memory of a story that Roger had told her came to mind. He had spoken of hitchhiking when he was younger. There was a truck stop within a mile of her current location. This was possible and probably the best alternative at the moment. It was time to get moving.

With teary eyes Courtney sorted through the clothes she'd managed to pack. Most no longer fit and she found that she only had two changes of clothes that were presentable, if skimpy. She'd just have to bear the small shoes until she could find a replacement. Taking stock, she found that she had two bottles of water, a partial emergency kit, and five dollars. That was it.

Rummaging through the car to find anything else of value, she did manage to find an envelope labeled as 'Emergencies Only'. With a raised eyebrow, she opened it and found a pair of crisp twenty dollar bills.

"Roger, you're the best." Courtney said, her eyes raised to the ceiling as she spoke the words. It was something. Enough for a few meals at least.

Courtney had no idea what the future held, so she hid the car keys in the decrepit utility room of the factory and set off. Her stomach churned at the unknowns that lay in front of her. The churning quickly turned into a gnawing hunger. A biting, nauseating emptiness consumed her center.

The walk to the all-night truck stop seemed to take forever and, as she wove through vacant lots and green spaces, her exposed skin was scratched and irritated by grass and branches. It was silly to have brought cute, girly clothes and not something more practical like jeans. At least the cool evening air wasn't so cold that she wished for her jacket.

There weren't many people inside the truck stop and she easily found the beef jerky she'd been thinking of the entire walk. However, as Courtney stood outside and chewed the beef-stick, contemplating how to get a ride out of town, it didn't taste right. Or, perhaps it tasted fine but wasn't what her body wanted. As she hungrily devoured the last bit, she made up her mind that she would just need to be bold and ask for a ride.

Courtney struck out with the first three people - all locals. As she started to approach a fourth person her stomach cramped mildly and she diverted uncomfortably to the backside of the truck stop. Her mouth started to water. She knew the sensation. It was the same as when she snuck a few grapes, a forbidden food, from the refrigerator.

Making her way between a couple big semi-trucks, the urge overcame her and she bent over and puked. It wasn't a long, drawn out series of purges. There was no dry-heaving. It was a simple vomit and, as she stared at the warm pile of chewed meat frowning, she noted that she felt better already. Great, that was three dollars she wasn't going to get back. Not to mention that the hunger pains were already back.

"You need something, little lady?" A man asked loudly over the idling rigs. Courtney jumped and turned, her backpack swinging wildly.

"No. I mean, yes. I need a ride out of this stupid town."

"Are you running away?" The man asked, raising an eyebrow.

"From what? I'm eighteen. I just don't have a ride." Courtney asked, moving closer so she didn't have to yell.

"Where ya headed?"

"Wherever you're going."

"I'm headed to San Diego. Want to go west for a few days?" The man asked, looking Courtney up and down and grinning.

"What will it cost me?" Courtney asked, unnerved by his grin.

"I'm sure we can come to an agreement. Hop in."

Courtney shrugged and headed around to the passenger side. Negotiating the steps and the unfamiliar door latch was interesting, but she figured it out pretty easily. The truck was so big that it felt like climbing on top of the world. The view from the cab was entirely different from what she was used to when driving a car.

"Thanks. I appreciate this." Courtney said sweetly, turning to see the man looking at her exposed legs with that same grin. For some unknown reason, his lips captured her attention. They were cracked and white spittle collected in the corners when he spoke.

"I wouldn't mind collecting a little payment now, then the rest when we get there. How does that sound?" The man asked.

"Ok, but I don't have much." Courtney said, unable to take her eyes off his lips.

"Oh, I think you have everything I need." The man said, then reached slowly over and put a hand on her thigh. Courtney was barely able to stifle her shudder.

"Oh, ok." Courtney whispered, her eyes still on his disgusting lips. She leaned toward him slowly.

"Fuckin-A." The man mumbled, leaning in as well.

Courtney's lips parted, as did his. Just as they touched, Courtney wrapped her deceptively strong arms around the man's head and inhaled his essence. Unlike her experience with Roger, the man instantly realized the danger and struggled mightily.

Her grip only tightened as he tried in vain to push her off of him. He couldn't get a grip on her but managed to flail until he got a hand under her backpack. He had nearly separated them before his strength started to fail. Courtney held on tight until the man went limp. When the kiss felt empty, she released him and watched with satisfaction as he slumped back in the seat.

"Creep." Courtney muttered at the corpse. She didn't bother checking for a pulse.

Instead, Courtney leaned back, closed her eyes, and reveled in a bizarre feeling of being suddenly energized and refreshed. The gnawing in her gut was gone, replaced by euphoria and heightened senses. With nostrils flared, she realized how dank the cab smelled. Her skin crawled with expectation and a fire was kindled where her legs met. Stronger than that, there was an urge to leave. To run.

Courtney easily negotiated her exit from the semi-truck and walked leisurely back towards the store and gas pumps. She felt anxious thinking about trying to catch another ride. More than that, she felt certain that something was about to happen. A car slowly starts to pull away from the pumps. It was familiar even though she couldn't remember seeing it before. She felt an urge to run to it.

"Courtney!" A loud male voice called. "Hey, Courtney!"

Courtney jumped and a sense of dread poured over her. Without thinking, she sprinted toward the departing car that she'd noticed and could hear the air rushing past her ears. She barely felt the pavement under her feet and knew she was running faster than she ever had before.

"Wait!" The voice called, more distant. It only caused her to run faster. She overtook the car she pursued and it screeched to a halt when she darted in front of it, holding up a hand.

"Help! I need help!" Courtney pleaded as she circled around to the driver's window.

"Where the hell..." The driver began, rolling down his window.

"I need a ride. A man is chasing me." Courtney pleaded, glancing back at a man who was running faster than she thought possible. He was only a silhouette despite her excellent vision, the details of his form hidden with the bright lights to his back.

"What?" The driver said, looking in his rear-view. "Shit! Ok, get in." Courtney was in the back door as soon as she heard the door unlock. "Who is that?"

"Just go! Go!" Courtney demanded. She blew out a breath as the car tires screeched. Her pursuer got just close enough to tap the back of the car before being left in a cloud of exhaust.

"Who the hell was that?" The driver asked.

"I don't know. He was just chasing me and it was freaking me out. Thank you so much."

"Damn, is there someplace I can drop you off? The police station?"

"No. I'm getting out of this town. Where are you going?" Courtney said, her voice as resolute as she could make it.

"Uh, Orlando. I'm pulling an all-nighter."

"No kidding? I was headed to Orlando when my car broke down." Courtney lied.

"Wow. That's crazy."

"Thanks again." Courtney said, realizing that she meant it. "My name is Kat, by the way." She'd always liked that name.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Kevin." Kevin said, looking in his rearview as he took an entry ramp to the interstate highway.

"Nice to meet you too." Courtney said, then took off her backpack and sat back with a sigh. "I feel so lucky right now, Kevin. Do you mind letting me ride along? I promise not to be a bother."

"Uh. Yeah. I suppose. There aren't many female serial killers." Kevin said, then snorted at his own joke. Courtney giggled at the irony. "We're going to be on the road for like twenty hours straight though."

"No problem. I'm kinda relieved I don't have to drive it now." Courtney lied, again. Now that the adrenaline spike was passing, she could feel her pussy wanting attention again.

"I guess it'll be nice to have someone to talk to." Kevin said, his smile genuine.

"No doubt. Why are you headed to Orlando?" Courtney asked off-handedly, her mind wandering to the contents of her backpack and her favorite toy. She slowly started to unzip the backpack, making no noise.

"Oh, headed back to the wife and kids." Kevin said as Courtney quietly brought out the thick handle. "We moved down there back in August for her new job and I was just back in Milwaukee selling our house and other stuff that we didn't take with us."

"That's cool. What kind of work does she do?" Courtney asked, hesitating briefly before hiking a leg up and pressing the big, black handle to her wet opening.

"You can sit up front if you want." Kevin suggested, moving the mirror so he could see Courtney's eyes again. At least he wasn't adjusting it to see other things.

"I'm good back here, if that's alright?"

"Yeah, sure." Kevin said, shrugging. Courtney pressed the improvised dildo inside herself and shuddered slightly. The rounded end of the thick handle always felt so good when it first entered her. It stretched her so nicely before she adjusted to its size. "My wife is a professor at UCF now."

"Cool. What does she teach?" Courtney asked, slowly pressing in until she bumped her cervix. She stifled a gasp and quivered as a little orgasm swept across her.

"Game design is her thing." Kevin said, then glanced up in the mirror as if he knew Courtney was up to something. Courtney just smiled back innocently and silently enjoyed the feeling of the big tool sliding even deeper now. "You know much about video games?"

"Sure. Diablo is my favorite." Courtney said, then shuddered again as she bottomed out. The car hit a sizable bump and she grunted and quivered.

"Sorry about that. Are you ok?" Kevin asked.

"I'm good." Courtney said, smiling at just how good she felt. She took a deep breath and started to slide her dildo in and out slowly.

"You said Diablo?" Kevin asked. Coutney nodded back at him in the mirror and paused her stroking for a moment, just in case Kevin might notice. She was amazed that she felt compelled to be so naughty in the back seat of some stranger's car but her body was still humming. "My wife actually consulted on that game a few times. Her best friend from college still works at Blizzard. That's the software company. Anyway, I guess they worked together to design one of the new characters you can play. Or something like that."

"The paladin is my favorite." Courtney managed to say, her mind going back to that fateful game with Roger. Courtney worked herself with a little more gusto, wondering if Kevin was hiding a fat cock between his legs.

"Yeah, I think that's the one. That's a heck of a coincidence."

"No doubt." Courtney responded quietly, focused on the fullness between her legs. She stroked faster and faster as she imagined Kevin climbing into the back seat and pounding her pussy. Courtney craved the feeling of a man against her but had to slow her pace a little when she heard wet sounds between her legs. She tried to cover it up by saying, "You said you had kids?"

"Yup. Two boys; 6 and 8 years old..."

Kevin continued to talk but Courtney was no longer listening. She stirred her dildo inside of her and found just the right spot. There was an urge to call out as her skin began to crawl again, marking the strong and imminent orgasm that would follow. Courtney leaned into the sensation and stirred her pussy like a bowl of brownie mix. Round and round, her instrument bumped her cervix just right on each revolution.

With a sharp inhalation of breath her body convulsed. Courtney did her best to continue the revolutions to maximize every last delicious pulse of pleasure. Her head was down and eyes clenched as she involuntarily emitted a low moan. Even in her own ears it was a very sexual sound.

"Are you ok?" Kevin asked, peering into the rearview mirror.

"Yeah, sorry." Courtney said, enjoying her vibrating body. As the pleasure ebbed, she felt the now familiar ache begin and sighed. "I think I'm coming down from the excitement, Kevin. Maybe I just need to lay down for a second?"

"Oh, ok. Sure. That was crazy." Kevin said, then a moment later, "You're safe now. Rest if you need to."

"Thanks." Courtney said, then laid down.

The low level aches amped up quickly and her calf cramped viciously, followed by the muscles in her abdomen. She regretted thinking of Kevin in a dirty way. Every joint hurt, joining the concert of pain. Men were bad news and the predatory truck driver miles behind her was evidence of that. Courtney did her best not to groan and breathed hard into the backseat. More muscles cramped and her bones hurt. Her world was pain once again.

Courtney gasped awake and put a fist in front of her face defensively.

"Whoa!" Kevin said, backing up a step from the back door of the car. The overhead lights seemed very bright and Courtney was confused. "Hey, I was just trying to wake you up. You were moaning again."

"What's this?" Courtney said, squinting up at Kevin and lifting a jacket that was over her thighs and waist as she lay on her side.

"I covered you up. You..." Kevin said, then searched for words. He shrugged. "You were... uh... exposed."

"Oh, thanks. I appreciate that, Kevin." Courtney said and meant it. With no panties on she knew he was right. Laying on her side as she was, when he opened the back door she imagined he would have seen all of her most sensitive parts. If she hadn't been so out of it, that would have amused her. Courtney sat up and looked around. "Where are we?"

"Right. Well, I couldn't make it. I'm too tired. I stopped and got us rooms."

"Rooms?" Courtney asked, then registered something hard under one butt-cheek. Reaching down she pulled out her big, black handle, then grimaced up at Kevin. He raised an eyebrow. Courtney looked back down at the handle for a second realizing that Kevin would have seen it positioned just behind her pussy on the seat. She tapped it on her hand, thinking of an explanation. She slapped it harder into her palm, making a loud smacking sound, then shrugged. "Protection."

"Ah. I wasn't going to mention it but that makes sense." Kevin said, but his eyes seemed to indicate that he didn't believe her. "How are you feeling? Your eyes looked crazy earlier."

"What do you mean?" Courtney asked, then grabbed her backpack and stood up. Kevin backed up to give her space and she stretched and groaned, thankful that the pain was fading now.

"They were so bright green that they seemed to glow."

"Really?"

"Well, yeah. They're still bright, but not nearly as much."

"Oh, I don't know. I guess my contacts do weird things in the light or something." Courtney said, then motioned to the hotel to change the subject. "You said something about rooms?"

"Oh, yeah. I got us a couple rooms so I could get a good power nap. I'd like to get back on the road in about four hours if that's ok?"

"That's nice of you, Kevin. You didn't have to do that. You could have left me in the car." Courtney said. It really was a nice gesture. She expected that he'd have gotten just one room with a king bed, then made excuses about them not having two beds or some such.

"No way. After what you've been through? Anyway, I'm about to pass out." Kevin said, circling around the car to grab a small carry-on sized suitcase from the front floorboard. He was a fit, good looking man. Courtney's pussy agreed with her assessment. Kevin took a few steps toward the hotel, then looked over his shoulder while rubbing one of his red eyes. "You coming?"

'I definitely want to come.' Courtney thought with a mental chuckle. Her skin crawled and tingled. Courtney caught up and Kevin led her to her room and unlocked her door and handed her the keycard.

"You've got the only key." Kevin stated as Courtney took it from him.

"Thanks." Courtney said, then hesitated. She wanted to invite herself into his room.

"I set up a wakeup call with the front desk. When you get a random call with no one on the other end, that's what it is." Kevin said, looking away from Courtney's needy eyes. "See you in a few hours?"

"Ok." Courtney said, casting her eyes down and feeling guilty about her carnal desires. He was a married man, after all. "Thanks again, Kevin."

"No problem." Kevin said, then produced his own key and wandered down the hall.

***

Interlude

Walter paced around his car and did his best to shake off the sleep. He had intended to take a short nap but apparently his body needed five hours of sleep. The stuffy heat of the car's interior had woken him, and he felt grimy as the sweat dried on his skin. It was definitely warmer in southern Kentucky, but the morning sun still felt nice in his face.

Visions of red and blue flashing lights ran through his mind and Walter sighed. He feared the worst for Courtney and regretted his past transgressions. He had made a lot of bad decisions when he came of age and went through several years of extreme promiscuity. Although many of the women had miscarried, he had at least five daughters that he knew of.

Courtney was the first and oldest, though not by much. Tina would be coming of age next summer but, unlike with Courtney's mother, Tina's mother was more receptive to Walter. He was going to make another visit to her in the spring and counsel her on the changes that Tina would be going through when her transition came.

Those lights flashed behind his eyelids again as he yawned and stretched. Walter recalled his arrival at Courtney's house. It was brutal sitting outside of that house while the police and ambulance did their gruesome business. He had a police scanner in his car which was good to have considering that he was compelled to take a life twice a year. He feared that Courtney had taken a life. If so, it was too soon for that.

The scanner provided just enough coded details to confirm that assumption. The victim had died of unknown causes but there were signs of sex and tampering. Courtney had literally just turned 18, so her sex drive was likely in high gear. Without any guidance, she'd have urges to take a man's life - especially when sexual activity was involved.

Walter spent the next four days searching for her everywhere he could think of. It was on that fourth night that he caught sight of her at a local truck stop. Her eyes were a brilliant green and Walter had no doubt that she had just killed. The speed at which she ran away was impressive, which was another clue. Walter felt fortunate that he kept a magnetic GPS tag in his pocket and had gotten just close enough to the escaping vehicle to stick it on the tailpipe.

Checking his GPS, Walter noted that their vehicle was in Tennessee and moving at a high rate of speed. He needed to get moving and hoped that Courtney was still in that vehicle. If it weren't for getting stopped while trying to catch them initially, he'd be much closer by now. The clock was ticking. He only had another two or three days to catch up to Courtney before killing was all that she knew. There was a better way and Walter hoped he could find her in time to show her.

***

The ringing of the wake up call came too soon. As Courtney stretched, she groaned and was happy that the pain had faded again. The shower had felt incredible earlier and she shivered as she remembered the water on her sensitive skin. The handle felt good too. Deep and slick with conditioner.

Courtney grimaced as her pussy came to life again. She ignored it as best she could as she got dressed in her only other outfit. Shorts and a tee-shirt, both of which were too small and tight now. She grinned as she examined herself in the mirror. Her hard nipples and aching breasts showed nicely under her tee shirt. They seemed a little bigger again and it made her giggle. She turned and didn't mind how her ass cheeks hung out from under her shorts even if it felt like she had a wedgie.

For a moment, she considered stuffing her pussy again but pushed the thought aside. Grabbing her backpack, she made her way down to the car and found Kevin waiting. He hopped in and started up the car as soon as he saw her. The sun was just coming up and the air was crisp and cool.

"I didn't think to look. Where are we?" Courtney asked as he hopped in the passenger seat.

"We made it to Tennessee before I started to doze off. Did you sleep ok?"

"Best sleep in a week." Courtney said, smiling at Kevin and biting back her inclination to thank him once again. Although the shower was the real perk, sleeping in a real bed again was very much appreciated as well.

The remaining eight hours of the drive was pock-marked by the occasional short conversation. Kevin spoke more of his family and his plans for work now that they had moved to Florida. When asked, Courtney gave him a sanitized story about how she'd come to be in this predicament. Fleeing a bad family environment to reconnect with some old friends from Florida seemed to be a good cover story.

Courtney couldn't help thinking about the mysterious man who had called for her at the truck stop. She didn't know any men. Not really. Not anymore. Furthermore, she didn't know anyone who could have identified her in a dimly lit parking lot. It troubled her, but she took heart in the fact that he couldn't have followed them.

A lot of thought was given to the last week of her life as well. She had killed two men with a kiss and that bothered her a lot. How was that even possible? Men were no good for her. She was complicit, but her uncle should never have encouraged her to play around with him. That nasty pervert at the truck stop was even worse. Kevin seemed to be a rare bird but Courtney was starting to realize that men were bad news.

Along the way, she managed to borrow Kevin's phone and surreptitiously find his home address and memorize it. Just in case. More importantly, she was able to identify an address where her imaginary friends lived. This is where she'd have Kevin drop her off. Unfortunately, she hadn't thought through the final moments of her plan.

"It was nice to meet you, Kat." Kevin said, putting the car in park on the street in front of the address that she'd plugged into his phone.

"Likewise. Thank you so much for giving me a ride. You sure I don't owe you anything?" Courtney said, exiting the car and bending to look Kevin in the eyes through the open door.

"No. Keeping me company on a long drive was enough payment." Kevin said, returning a friendly smile.

"Ok. See you around maybe?"

"Sure thing. I'll just sit for a few minutes and make sure you make it inside."

"No, you don't have to do that." Courtney said, her pulse starting to race.

"It's no problem. I'll sleep better knowing that you're safe." Kevin said, waving her off.

"Suit yourself. You're a perfect gentleman, Kevin." Courtney said, giving him one last smile and a short wave after she closed the door.

The humid evening air felt like it was smothering her as she made her way up to a random person's door. Hesitating, she looked back before she knocked. There was Kevin, still waiting patiently. She waved one last time and knocked. What would she say?

"Hello?" An older woman asked when she cracked the door open a few moments later.

"Hi." Coutney began, then paused and considered maybe she should ask Kevin for more help. "I was wondering if you could help me?"

"Maybe." The woman said cautiously.

"So, don't look but the guy on the street over there has been following me for a couple blocks. Can I come in for a minute? Just until he leaves?" Courtney asked, blurting out the first thing she could think of.

"Umm. Yes. Of course, dear." The old woman said, standing back and opening the door wider.

"Who is it?" Asked a man loudly from a recliner across the room as Courtney entered the musty, old home. It smelled like old people too.

"Just a young lady needing some help, honey."

"Help with what?" The man asked, his tone grumpy. The old woman closed the door and peeked out of the small window to the side of it. Courtney peered past her shoulder and saw Kevin get the car moving again.

"Want me to call the police or someone for you?" The old woman asked, turning to Courtney.

"No, I'm ok. I live a couple blocks down and he freaked me out a little." Courtney lied. It didn't feel good to represent Kevin in that way, but she was winging it. "I can go now."

"Ok, dear. If you think so." The woman said, opening the door again.

"Who is that?!?" The grumpy old man asked more insistently, squinting in Courtney's direction.

"Take care. Ok, dear?"

"Thank you."

"I told you, honey. It was just some young lady who needed a minute." The old woman said loudly as she closed the door.

"Did you give her your wallet too? Why didn't you make her some cookies?"

"Oh, shut up you old fool."

***

Courtney was officially homeless. She spent several days just wandering and camping out like the other homeless people did. Fending off unwanted advances from men was her new hobby. Some left after she got mean with them. Others compelled her to run in order to escape. Three nights later, Courtney startled awake.

"What are you doing out here, little girl." A man said, his fetid, alcohol laced breath filling her nostrils instantly. He was on top of her and already had his hands around her wrists and was using a knee to pry her legs apart.

"Get off me, asshole." Courtney squealed, pushing up to get him off of her. The man rose, but she wasn't quite strong enough to dislodge his grip and toss him off. As she squirmed, she realized the mistake she had made in picking this quiet alley to sleep in. There was no one to help and, apparently, the cardboard she'd pulled on top of her didn't fool this street-wise man.

"Oh, you're strong for a little girl." The man grunted, then chuckled when Courtney relented. "Just hold still for a few minutes and I'll leave you alone."

"Fuck you." Courtney snarled, resuming her struggles. Her stomach growled, again. It had become insistent during the last twelve hours.

With a heave, Courtney pulled her wrists inward. Whether it was her strength or the ferocity of her movement, she would never know. However, the man's grip on her wrists broke. She struggled to squirm free. The man started to recover and pressed his body on top of her. He was big and heavy. Hooking his hands under her shoulders he pried her legs with his knees and managed to squirm between them.

The man paused for the briefest of moments, sure of his victory. With his face inches from Courtney's, he grinned down at her. Malevolence painted his visage. The solution occurred to her. It was simple. With a sure, quick movement, Courtney wrapped her arms around the back of his head and locked lips with him.

Inhaling deeply, Courtney nearly gagged because of his nasty breath. However, the power that flowed into her allowed her to ignore the stench. The would-be rapist paused, stunned. The tables had been turned and now it was he who struggled. He tried in vain to push her off of him and managed only to roll over onto his back. His head was locked with her arms and, as he weakened, there was no mercy given. It served him right.

Courtney detached and felt the power pulse through her veins. She looked up and down the alley for signs of people. There were none. She flexed her hand and looked at it, noting the details of her skin where the veins protruded. She could feel and see the strong pulse of her heart in those veins. Reveling in her own power and ability to protect herself, Courtney took one last look at her attacker's still form, then scooped up her backpack and casually strolled towards 7th Street.

For the next few days, Courtney enjoyed exploring her new physical abilities. An improved grip strength had allowed her to lose hostile individuals. Scaling walls with tiny grips was no issue for her and she was only limited by her footwear. With proper climbing shoes, only the barest of walls would be an obstacle.

This naturally led her to exploring the heights in that dour section of town. It wasn't long before Courtney realized that she could easily leap up and grab the egress ladders of fire-escapes. The first time she tried she almost jumped too high and bumped her forehead a bit. Once she was safely on the first landing, she laughed down at the pursuing group of men despite how much her head smarted.

Once barricaded into the top floor of an abandoned building, it actually made for a few peaceful nights of sleep that week. The nights weren't even all that chilly. While her abilities were fun and this responsibility free life had some perks, she hated being dirty all the time. Watching over her shoulder for the next aggressive sexual predator was also starting to wear on her. Fucking men. For her fourth kill, Courtney went on the offensive.

Four nights after she took the rapist, her stomach started to roil and complain. She knew it was time again. There was a group of men that could generally be found near the park in Lake Sunset. That same group had chased her on a couple of occasions. She was done with that nonsense and, until she figured things out, she needed it to end.

Courtney strolled casually around the park until she found her quarry. They weren't hard to find. The six men were gathered around a stinking fire of whatever debris they were burning. They were laughing and eating left-overs they had scavenged from the trash. Courtney grimaced, happy for once that she didn't need to eat food anymore.

"Hey, it's that girl." One of the men said loudly, alerting the others.

"Yeah, grab her!" Yelled another man.

"Wait fella's. Wait!" Courtney yelled, holding up her hands. The men had been ready to set out in pursuit, but they hesitated. "Look, I'm tired of running and you'll be tired of chasing eventually. If I fuck you, will you all leave me a lone?" Courtney asked, picking out the man who seemed to be the ring leader. He was easy to spot in his greasy bandana.

"Whoa! Hold on, guys." The leader said as a couple of men prepared to come after her anyway. "Let's hear her out. What are you saying, girlie? You're offering to fuck me if we leave you alone for good?"

"Yeah, that's right." Courtney replied, shrugging. "I have to do something to get you to stop. I figure that's probably what you want anyway."

"Hell no, I want a piece too!" A man complained.

"Shut the fuck up, Donny." The leader spat, then smacked Donny on the back of the head. "Tell you what, girlie. You fuck me every night and you can stay with us and we'll make sure nothing happens to you ever again."

"Hey..." Donny began, but cringed away and quieted when the leader raised his hand again.

"Well..." Courtney began, then trailed off. It was a ploy to buy some time. She hadn't anticipated that it would become a negotiation. The leader started to take a step in her direction. "Wait. How about you fuck me once a week and I'll do my own thing otherwise. Your henchmen won't bother me either. How's that?"

"Hrm..." The leader considered briefly before shaking his head. Courtney's stomach turned again.

"And!" Courtney said, trying to figure out how to get past this stupid conversation. She just needed to get the asshole alone. "... and, you can fuck me anyway you want for as long as you can keep it up." The leader grinned.

"So, you're saying that if I wanted to stay balls deep in your ass for a couple hours?"

"A deal is a deal." Courtney said, shrugging. She hadn't thought of butt-sex before and wondered idly if she could find some cheap Vaseline at a convenience store.

"Shit. Alright." The leader said, a full smile creasing his filthy face. Several of his lackeys grumbled and put their hands up in defeat. Others sat back down with a huff. "Shake on it?"

"Come shake this if that's what you want." Courtney said, turning around and walking away and pulling her shorts down over her ass as she did so.

"Fuck yeah." The leader said with a supporting chorus of cat-calls. Courtney could hear his heavy, drunken footsteps approaching as she slowly walked behind a nearby set of bushes. "Hey, don't be runnin'."

"I'm right here." Courtney said, grinning as the leader came to the edge of the bush and peered into the darkness. She had no such issues with her sight. Her heart started to race in anticipation. She longed for that feeling again.

"There you are. Bend over, girlie."

"Awe, at least kiss me before you rail my ass." Courtney said sweetly.

"Fine. Give your Uncle J a kiss."

Courtney froze for just a moment when he uttered the familial term. However, now that she was focusing on his lips she could not be deterred. Just as Uncle J got close enough she clasped the back of his head with her right hand and gripped his right wrist with her left hand. She locked lips with him at practically the same time and was left to contend only with his off hand. The fact that he had struck Donny with his right had not been lost on her.

Uncle J lurched back, but she clung to him easily. He flailed as she took that first deep inhale, drawing his essence into herself. He had just managed to wedge his free hand between them when the weakness started to sweep over him. Power surged through her and she used her legs to grip his waist like a vice, shoring up her grip on him.

Uncle J fell back into the bushes as he collapsed to the ground. Courtney unwound her legs just in time and ended up on top of him, straddling his waist. Sticks and leaves poked at her face, but she didn't care. The transfer of power heated her body up and a sound came to her ears like the rushing of wind. Just as Uncle J gave her his last drop of power, Courtney felt a shape pain in her side.

"What the fuck is going on?" A man's voice demanded.

Courtney had taken the kick but it hurt like a bitch. She was about to fly at the new attacker but was struck in the shoulder from behind. Staggering into another blow there came an instant where she had doubts. She was surrounded with blows raining down from all angles. Her hands went up defensively only to be batted down by the next strike.

"Stop!" Courtney yelled, but what she heard was a warbling vibrato, loud and vibrant.

Without conscious thought, her vocal chords continued to work. She didn't understand the words and doubted that the men did either. It seemed that they understood her will because they had frozen in place. Their muscles twitched and they strained, but were held fast. Now that they had stopped, she wanted more.

Courtney turned and willed them to form a line and prostrate themselves before her. Like trained dogs, they circled her and formed a perfect line, shoulder to shoulder, before going to their knees and putting their faces in the dirt. Their hands and arms splayed out in front of them in obeisance.

'This is more like it.' Courtney thought, thumbing the blood off of her busted lower lip as she continued to sing.

It still wasn't clear what she was singing, but she hoped to communicate that the fate that befell Uncle J would be the same fate of any man who decided to chase her. She was done running. To emphasize her point, she continued to sing as she circled behind the men and, one-by-one, kicked them in their testicles. They grunted and whimpered, but held their poses.

Satisfied, for now, that each man had been punished for striking her, Courtney sauntered off casually into the darkness of the park. Only the echoes of her pitch-perfect vibrato followed her. Despite the bruises, whose pain was already lessening, Courtney practically skipped off into the green space of the park.

Long before the ambulance made an appearance, Courtney had scaled a multi-story building and growled her approval at what had happened. The power was magnificent and she imagined that, once she was able to practice projecting her will with her eerie song, no man would stand against her. Not for long.

Raising her head to the heavens, it seemed empty to her now. It was literally empty of the stars she had become familiar with because there were hidden by low handing clouds and the lights of the city. It was also void of the divine presence of God. She knew now - there was no god. Power was the only god.

Perhaps other religions had it right. The world she experienced just was. It was up to her to find her own way in it. Who knows, maybe that karma was real? In which case, she felt like she was an agent of karma. It felt good to bring justice to those who wanted to abuse her. It felt good to have power over those men. No, it didn't feel good. It felt incredible.

She stared at her small, powerful hands and clenched her fists until her ragged nails drew blood. Staring, Courtney was amazed to see the wounds slowly start to close up. Examining herself more closely, she realized that her side no longer hurt. She'd been smashed in the forearms several times as well. There were no bruises to be found. She thumbed her lip and a scab came away. There was no pain or blood. She set her jaw and her glowing green eyes became resolute.

This was the new Courtney. Wicked Courtney. She would no longer be hunted. Courtney was now the hunter.

***

The days wore on and Courtney became increasingly desperate. She needed to do something to improve her situation. At one point she struck up a conversation with an old, homeless woman after Courtney helped her dislodge her laden shopping cart from a crack in the sidewalk. It was from her that Courtney found out about a homeless shelter near the college campus that could help provide food and guidance for people like her.

It took all afternoon to make the walk and Courtney had resigned herself to at least one more night on the streets. She thumbed her lip again, expecting the pain to echo like her singing had. It didn't. It had healed quickly although she hadn't forgotten it.

As the sun got lower in the sky, it was a surprise to see young people coming out in costumes. Of course, it was only a surprise until Courtney realized that it was Halloween. It was odd that it was warm. Nothing like her home in northern Indiana at this time of year. However, it seemed like the perfect night for her given that she was trying to be someone else now.

A coffee shop along the way provided a place for her to freshen up and get changed. Courtney's shorts and tee shirt were ruined after more than a week of sleeping on the streets. A few dozen wet paper-towels later and she felt presentable. Changing back into her skirt and crop top helped as well. Unfortunately, her skirt barely covered her bare ass and the crop top barely covered her new breasts, which had grown even more.

Frowning at her reflection, Courtney smiled when she realized that she was pretty much wearing a sexy school-girl outfit. It was also then that she remembered the two soiled hair ties that the old homeless lady had given her in exchange for her help. Courtney wanted to throw the filthy things away immediately, but something about the reverence in which the old lady had given them to her made her stash them away. Now, they would be perfect to put her hair up into a pair of pig-tails.

Of course, bows would be better for the look she was going for. Bows, a hot shower, and a bag full of make-up would be better than that. At least Courtney's flawless skin didn't hold the dirt like the wrinkles in that old lady's neck. She couldn't imagine living her life like that and was now, more than ever, willing to do whatever it took to change course. Courtney bounced and tried to be happy about her jiggling breasts, but her tiny crop top only tried to climb up her chest and expose her tits. She'd have to watch that.

At the edge of the campus there was a long row of extravagantly large houses. It took a bit before she realized that these were Greek houses, but it was obvious once she looked closely. There were Greek letters on the little placards at the entrance to each house.

Children in a variety of costumes swarmed from door to door as college age men and women gave them the candy they so desired. The trick-or-treaters' enthusiasm was contagious and Courtney finally managed her first true smile in days - despite the fact that her feet hurt in her too-small tennis shoes.

At least there wasn't as much pain after taking the life of the rapist and Uncle J. Not like the nauseating bouts of pain she'd suffered after the first two men she consumed. There was some aching but it was far from being incapacitating like before. She was usually in a state of arousal though - and now was no different.

Courtney tugged at the bottom of her crop top every time she felt the fabric starting to bunch up on her hard nipples. Even the arousal was more controllable than it had been. She pushed her skirt down as much as she could, feeling it creep up to show her ass. She pushed down her carnal thoughts as well.

"Courtney, is that you?" A male voice called. Courtney went cold and looked around. "Courtney?"

'Run!' Courtney screamed at herself.

Like a bolt of lightning she was off. Weaving her way through groups of trick-or-treaters, she veered off the sidewalk when she came to a sign that read 'Private Party - No Treats.' As she sped down the drive way, Courtney could hear the loud music and elevated voices of party goers. She was barely breathing hard when she slowed to a stop in front of the two guys manning the door.

"Whoa! I know we're popular but what's the hurry?" The first young man asked.

"Sorry. I'm late meeting some friends." Courtney said with her best smile. It took considerable will not to look behind her nervously.

"I'm just teasing." Said the first.

"You might want to fix your outfit. What are you anyway? Other than being half dressed." The second young man snickered.

"Oh, shoot." Courtney said, realizing that her nipples held all of the crop top fabric on top of them. Her skirt had also rode up and she was pretty sure she was showing everything at this point.

"Shut up, dude. She's hot." The first man chided. "It's just five bucks for girls to get in."

"Oh, right. I'm a sexy school-girl by the way." Courtney said, flipping her backpack around and rummaging through it.

She produced her last, grimy twenty dollar bill. If nothing else, living on the streets was cheap when you didn't have to worry about your next meal. Courtney risked a look as the man made change for her. A car was parked at the end of the drive and even in the dark and from a hundred yards away, his blue eyes were striking. Who could he be? How had he found her? How did he know her?

"Here you go. Don't forget your mask." The first man said. Courtney stared at him blankly, her mind awash with questions. "There, grab a mask." The man repeated, pointing to a table with assorted masks.

"You'd think she's a natural blonde." The second man huffed.

"Shut the fuck up. Neither one of us is going to get laid if you keep that shit up."

Courtney ignored them and let her eyes run over the masks for a second before picking a glittering gold mask with feathers on top and cool bladed extension over each cheek. Perfect. It would cover most of her face. She put it on and fished her pony-tails through the headband before tentatively moving through the door that the first man held open. Pushing through a plush curtain, Courtney found the source of the music and voices.

"Hey. Need a drink?" A young woman asked almost immediately. She was wearing a nurse's costume and held out a cup with something foamy in it. Probably beer.

"I'm not 21." Courtney admitted, raising her voice to be heard over the music.

"Nobody cares." The woman said, holding out her drinks to her side as she shrugged. Someone dancing bumped her from behind and Courtney steadied her by her shoulders. Standing close now, the other woman wrinkled her nose beneath her mask. "Oh, no. That's no good. Come with me." She said, forcing a drink into one of Courtney's hands and taking the other hand in hers.

"Wait. Where are you taking me?" Courtney asked, resisting.

"Girl, something smells funky. I'm not sure if it's your outfit or what. I'll show you where a bathroom is, come on." The woman said, pulling Courtney gently.

Following along, Courtney was led through the throng of people and up an old staircase to the second floor. Following this young lady felt like a bad idea. On the other hand, a bathroom would be a good place to hide. Part way down the hall the woman motioned to a door.

"Go ahead. It's private. Lock the door behind you and freshen up or figure out what is smelling funny at least. See you down there?"

"Thanks." Courtney said to the woman's retreating back. It felt awful to have someone point out that she smelled bad. She was homeless though so there was no sense denying it.

The door was locked and the drink went down the drain immediately. This was not a time to experiment with alcohol and even Courtney knew that it was not wise to take a drink from a stranger at a random party. It was apparent that she had not cleaned up as well as she thought. The mirror didn't lie. She still had dirt smudges behind her ears and her backpack was in terrible shape. The shower behind her looked inviting.

After finding a fresh towel, or one that was fresh enough, Courtney started the water in the shower. As she stripped down she did notice that her socks were one of the sources of the foul smell. She didn't even have to sniff them to know. She also couldn't remember the last time she had taken them off. The socks went in the trash. She'd just have to do without.

The shower was heavenly. The hot water bouncing off of her skin tickled and freshly washed hair was to die for. She didn't even care that she was using someone else's shampoo and conditioner. Tears came to her eyes when she saw the filth that washed out of her jet-black hair. The dark color of her skirt and top was probably why they didn't look as filthy as they were.

The isolation of the last week came rushing in and she wished for home as her tears became lost in the streams of hot water. There were so many people here on the streets, yet very few of them were friendly enough to talk. Many more, especially the men, wanted something from her that she was unwilling to give.

She regretted fleeing to this house-party. It wasn't the Courtney she wanted to be. It was a reaction that had started to become ingrained in her. However, with the hot water cleansing her body, she was thankful that she had fled. Finally, when the water ran clean from her body, Courtney took a deep breath and turned off the water.

Freshly dressed and as dry as one towel could manage, she donned her backpack and returned to the top of the stairs. The overwhelming noise of voices and music made it easy to tell that there were more people down there now. She shivered as her pig-tails dripped on her shoulders. If nothing else, she was refreshed.

The intention was to find an exit, but that same young woman found her and pushed another cup into her hands. Was she the greeting party or something? The friendly woman pulled Courtney toward the dance floor with a huge smile and Courtney couldn't help but smile back. Bodies pressed in around her, all of which were dancing in rhythm with the house music.

Courtney's body picked up the rhythm and, soon, her dirty shoes were stepping and hopping and her smile had become genuine. No one here cared about her plight. They were only interested in dancing and having fun. It wasn't easy to push down her own fears and needs. Once she did, she felt free in that moment, if only briefly. A few young men tried to dance with her but didn't press the issue when she shied away from them.

A sexy cat-woman danced by and her hand brushed up the back of Courtney's skirt. Courtney jumped in surprise but, for some reason, she didn't mind. Her pussy certainly didn't mind. Frankenstein's monster danced by and focused on cat-woman for a moment before he carried on. There was a wolf-man, a half dressed witch, and some kind of professional wrestler, all veiled behind their masks and costumes. Courtney felt anonymous under her own mask.

"I'm like you." A loud whisper emanated from her shoulder.

Courtney squeaked and whirled toward the voice, but there were only dancers behind her. For a moment, she thought she had only imagined it but she could recall the feeling of breath on her ear. Perhaps it was a case of mistaken identity and the speaker had faded away once they realized their mistake?

"I want to help you." Tickled her other ear.

Courtney whirled again and her skin crawled as her other ear tingled. Looking this way and that did no good in the press of dancing bodies. The speaker didn't want to be seen.

"Only to help."

Ducking from the whisper, Courtney made a line toward where she thought the door was. As she emerged from the heat of the dancefloor a cool breeze washed over her and quieted her crawling skin. The breeze came from the front door, making the curtains billow softly. Beside the curtains stood a tall, broad shouldered man in a suit. He raised his head slowly and Courtney instantly recognized the striking blue eyes though his mask.

Gasping, Courtney lifted a hand to her mouth. Her body vibrated with the desire to leave but her feet were frozen in place. The man went to a knee in a deep bow, then slowly rose, turned sideways, and put a hand out toward the door in invitation. Courtney stayed put until he took an additional step back and bowed his head. His hand remained out toward the door.

Courtney took one wary step, then another, angling toward the side of the curtains opposite the man. He didn't move, holding as still as a statue. Courtney made her move towards the curtains, parted them, then felt compelled to dart out the door. Having the man's presence behind her was unsettling.

Curiosity slowed her feet when she'd gotten ten feet beyond the door. Whirling, she walked backwards slowly and watched the doorway and the stunned expression of the two men there. There was no sign of the blue-eyed man and, for a second, she thought it was her imagination. Had he really been there? Yes, he was exiting now very slowly. Courtney turned sideways and hopped a step farther away, prepared for the chase but not wanting to run. She wanted to stand her ground.

The blue-eyed man stopped, took off his mask, and set it on the entry-table with the other masks before nodding at the two men at the door. Before he took a slow step he raised his hands to show his open palms.

Courtney was still ready to run but relaxed slightly when he slowly angled away, as if he were going to walk around her. As she backed away a few steps, he did just that. With his head turned slightly, he made eye contact. His chiseled face and lopsided grin turned her crawling skin to a heat that centered between her legs. She sighed softly.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Courtney asked, the silence becoming unbearable.

"I'm your father, Courtney. I want to help you." The man said, turning his eyes forward and walking past her slowly. Courtney was stunned, but the ten feet between them was comforting. "I can offer you a warm bed, a shower, new clothes... Maybe a new life if you want."

"What? My father?" Courtney asked quietly, shaking her head in disbelief. Her feet were frozen in place.

"Yes." The man said, turning slowly and walking backwards. "I'm sorry that I've entered your life so late, young one. You deserve better. I want to make it up to you if I can."

"I..." Courtney began, but her mouth was dry and it only came out as a croak. This couldn't be real. She'd never had a father. The man put out a hand as an invitation, still walking backward. The distance between them grew slowly and he turned to walk sideways for a few steps before lowering the hand that invited her. "What do you really want?"

"I want you to be happy and healthy." He said, then stopped and turned once again. He hesitated, then bowed less deeply than before. "I'm sorry. My name is Walter." There was a pause, then he went on, "There are benches I spotted back that way. I'll be waiting there when you're ready."

Still stunned, Courtney watched Walter's back as he slowly walked up the drive and turned onto the sidewalk. He glanced back only once and smiled placidly. It was the only offer of help that Courtney had gotten other than from Kevin.

A whiff of something funky wafted over her shoulder and she realized that it was her backpack. Freshly showered, she could smell it now and her nose wrinkled. She really could use some help.

As Courtney cautiously approached Walter, he sat with his legs crossed watching the exuberant children as they babbled past him in their various costumes. He looked at Courtney when she was still ten feet away. She froze and he made a show of moving to the far end of the bench. Courtney took a few more steps.

"Are you the man from the truck stop back home?" Courtney asked, watching closely for any signs of quick movement.

"Yes, that was me." Walter said softly, nodding his confirmation. "Listen, there's a device clipped to your backpack. I'll have it back if you don't mind. I don't think it's needed."

"What is it?" Courtney asked, her brows furrowing.

"A GPS tracker." Walter said, then grimaced and put his hands up in an innocent shrug. "I was afraid you might run again. You're hard to find."

"Is that how you tracked me here?"

"It is. However, I was actually tracking the car you were in. I hope that man was nice."

"He was." Courtney confirmed, then slowly slid off her backpack while keeping a close eye on Walter.

"Good. I lost you after that." Walter said, then motioned broadly in front of him. "I've been driving these streets trying to find you for what, 10 or 12 days? I heard a police report a few days ago and felt sure it was you. I was excited to see you earlier. Sorry if I frightened you."

"Here." Courtney said, examining the little black device briefly before tossing it to Walter. His hand flashed out and the device disappeared into a pocket inside his suit coat. Courtney cocked her head, the speed and smoothness of his movements were not lost on her.

"You said you're like me?"

"I am. I also know that you've been going through a crazy transition since you turned 18." Walter said. Courtney started to respond but he held up a finger and smiled at a passing cluster of children and parents. "I'll tell you everything I know, I promise. Is it ok if we talk about this when we have a little more privacy?"

"Is that your goal?" Courtney asked, smirking and putting a hand on her hip. She felt a breeze on the underside of her breasts and realized her top had rode up again. Her ears burned as she pulled at the hem of her top.

"If getting you alone was my goal, we would be alone already." Walter said, then chuckled. His gaze had never lowered to her breasts and she appreciated that.

"Oh? You think so?" Courtney said defiantly, regaining some of her dignity.

In response, Walter looked down only briefly, then looked up at her again and made eye contact. His eyes seemed to grab her and his lopsided grin told her that she was the only one he was thinking of. Courtney's eyes fluttered and her nipples stood at attention. She could feel her skin warm and involuntarily squeezed her thighs together.

"Fuck." Courtney whispered. "How do you do that?"

"I'm sure you've done some amazing things." Walter said, his eyes soft and understanding. He shrugged. "How do you do what you do? I guess we just... do. right?"

Courtney looked at her feet and contemplated that. Amazing didn't begin to describe her ability to kill a man with her lips. Her body had changed in astonishing ways in a mere two weeks. Not only was she more mature looking now but all of her senses were heightened as well. She didn't need food - only the essence of men. Her song was probably the pinnacle of astonishing abilities.

"Listen." Walter said, breaking her reverie. "I've got a place I rented out on the edge of town. There we can talk more freely about everything. Or..." Walter said, holding up his hands as if sensing Courtney withdrawing at the suggestion. He made it a point to look at another group of passing children. "Maybe we can at least find a place that doesn't have so many people?"

"You said you have a bed I can use? My own bed?" Courtney asked, watching Walter for his reaction. He nodded and gave a kind smile. She was tired. Tired of wandering in search of a place to lay down. Tired of not having a shower. Tired of being dirty and dressed in filthy clothes. "Ok. Let's go there."

Walter seemed unsurprised at her response, then seemed to take a week to stand up. It was a slow, lazy motion that made him look old. It was also non-threatening and suggested that he wasn't eager. Now that she'd made up her mind, Courtney's shoulders drooped. She followed him down the street to his car without a word. It felt like giving in but she really did need help.

Walter was nice and opened her door for her, then entered and started the car without speaking a word. Courtney watched him but his face was a mask of peaceful, quiet contemplation. His face was hawkish and exquisite - something out of a myth or fairytale. Checking the mirror in the sun visor, Courtney looked back and forth from his face to her own reflection several times.

Walter could be her father. Their skin tone was the same, light brown color. His nose was sharp and pointed, as was her own. They had matching, high cheek-bones and full red lips. His resting face was just as pleasant as hers and even the shape of their eyes were similar, even if their eye color was not.

"If you're my father, why did you do that thing and try to turn me on?" Courtney asked, the question bubbling to the surface. If he was her father, that was not ok. She didn't really care because she'd done worse - but what father would do that?

"Fair question." Walter said, lifting his eyebrows but not taking his eyes off of the road. "Sorry if it made you uncomfortable. It was the first thing I could think of to demonstrate that I was telling you the truth."

"So you decided to try and make my panties wet?"

"Poor choice I suppose." Walter said, then frowned and shrugged. A moment passed and he grinned, then covered his mouth.

"What's funny?"

"Well..." Walter began, grinning again. He paused and let out a breath, his face sobering. He squirmed in his seat and she could tell he was trying not to smile. "I was thinking about how it would be impossible to make your panties wet right now."

Courtney looked down and adjusted her skirt. She wasn't showing anything but he was right, she didn't have any panties on. She didn't own any panties. Her first reaction would usually have been to get defensive.

Instead, the ridiculousness of the situation bubbled up and she laughed in a burst. Her hand covered her mouth at first, but she couldn't stop the laughter. It poured out of her, coming from deep inside her. It was a bizarre life that she was living. Walter chuckled along for his own reasons.

"Were you looking up my skirt or something?" Courtney asked with a smile, watching Walter's expression closely.

"No. I mean..." Walter fumbled with his words for the first time. "Look, you were running so fast that your skirt was flying right up behind you and... Well, it was impossible not to notice."

"Did you like what you saw?" Courtney asked, becoming serious. She wasn't sure why she was pressing him on it. For that matter, she wasn't even sure what answer she wanted to hear. Walter turned and made eye contact, his eyes softening again.

"You are a gorgeous young woman, Courtney. I need you to know that I don't want anything from you that you don't want to give. Ok?" Walter said, then returned his eyes to the road.

Courtney's eyes focused on the road as well. It was an excellent answer and noncommittal as well. The car smelled good or Walter did. Or both. She wasn't sure what she wanted but the man beside her was gorgeous. She felt guilty that she didn't want him to be her father. Sighing, she looked at her hands and tried not to pick at her dirty, splintered nails and broken cuticles.

"What am I?" Courtney asked, looking back to Walter.

"You are an Aziza. Collectively, we are Azizam." Walter began, then glanced at Courtney who could only stare blankly. "We're an ancient race from the middle east, or so the myths say. Mythology doesn't matter much when it is so difficult to just survive."

"It hasn't been that difficult for me."

"No. Not for any individual I suppose." Walter said, then rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he accelerated onto the freeway. "It is a challenge for our race as a whole."

"How so?"

"Well, you will have exactly one chance to procreate, for example." Walter said, glancing at Courtney for her reaction. She didn't react because children weren't even on her radar. "Then, we've got those pesky dietary restrictions."

"Yeah, I can see that." Courtney said, staring out at the roadway and trying not to think about the lives she'd taken. That could absolutely lead to trouble. "How often do you kill?"

"Twice per year."

"That's it?" Courtney said, aghast. That was completely unfair. She had to do it every four days or so. As enjoyable as it had become, it was a dangerous chore. The memory made her thumb her lip again.

"Yes, but I subsist on breastmilk on a daily basis." Walter said in an easy, matter-of-fact way.

"What?" Courtney gasped, then considered it in more detail. "Where do you get it from?"

"I have a small collection at the rental." Walter said, pointing ahead with his finger. "Soon, I'll have to find some more."

"Where?"

"Well..." Walter began, then paused, turned and grinned. "There are a lot of single mothers out there who are nursing young children. There are also wetnurse services and so forth."

"Can I try some too?"

"Not anymore. You'll just puke it back up. You used to drink it right up until a couple of weeks ago though."

"No way. That's crazy." Coutney said, shaking her head and staring at Walter. He just shrugged. Thinking back to her limited diet of meats and dairy, she did recall that her mother always had a couple of jars of organic milk in the refrigerator for her. "Mom used to keep milk around for me that she said was organic. It didn't taste the same as cow's milk and I thought it was strange that it was unlabeled."

"Yup, that was probably the only thing she did that I asked her to do."

"You talked to her?" Courtney asked, surprised by the revelation.

"I did once, long ago before you started eating real food." Walter said, then sighed loudly. "She really resisted seeing me later on. It's no excuse, but she really didn't want me around. She even turned money down when I offered to help a few years ago."

"I always imagined I got my independent streak from her."

"Yeah." Walter said, chuckling. "Just to be clear, I'm not blaming her. It's my fault that I haven't been there for you. Sorry for that, again."

"That's why you showed up now?"

"Well, you're eighteen so you can legally make your own decisions. I knew you were about to go through your transition too. It looks like I was about a day late."

"Do you know what happened?" Courtney asked quietly, looking down at her fingers again.

"Just that someone died in your house and that you were missing." Walter said, then slowed and turned into a drive.

Courtney looked around for the first time in a while and noted that the little house was located in an older neighborhood. It wasn't the fancy house she'd imagined, nor did it match the nice suit Walter was wearing.

"Why are you wearing that suit, by the way? Kind of an odd way to run around town looking for someone, don't you think?" Courtney asked, snickering.

"Well, I ran back to the car to put it on. I thought it might be more fitting for a Halloween party." Walter said, shaking his head as he exited the car. "Turns out, all I needed was a couple of fifty dollar bills and those boys opened the doors right up for me."

"No kidding?" Courtney said, then chuckled and shook her head as they approached the front door. She marveled at how comfortable she was becoming around Walter already. "Makes sense. I'll open this door for fifty bucks?"

"You don't have to." Walter said, turning the key. "How about I open the door then give you fifty anyway?"

"Really?"

"Absolutely. I'd like you to use it to get a new backpack, would that be ok?"

"Is it that bad?"

"Oh, yeah." Walter said, his eyes wide and fingers holding his nose. "I'm not making fun though. I get that you've really been through it lately, ok? Let me get you a new backpack, or bag. Please?"

"Ok, sure." Courtney said, giggling. She wasn't offended. That backpack was gross.

"Your room is over there on the right. Mine is on the left."

Making her way to the little hall, Courtney noted that it was most likely a small two-bedroom house. Two bedrooms on the side with a common bathroom in the middle. Open living room, dining room, and kitchen off of the entry way. Cozy.

"Hey!" Courtney called out, after entering her bedroom. "I've got the master bedroom? It has its own bathroom?"

"That's right. I thought you might appreciate the privacy." Walter said loudly through his closed bedroom door.

Courtney started to dump out her backpack, then thought better of it. Instead, she carefully extracted individual items from it without setting it down. She lined them up on the vanity chest and made sure the backpack was empty, then made a bee-line for the front door and put the backpack on the little front porch before shutting and locking the door again.

Returning, she started to examine the bedroom but was drawn to the bathroom. There she immediately noticed a new toothbrush, still in the box, along with an unopened tube of toothpaste. Courtney's mouth watered at the idea of getting the scum off of her teeth and she wasted no time in tearing open the pack and giving her mouth a thorough cleaning.

Courtney remembered that her sex toy was on display and, with a toothbrush hanging out of her mouth, went to hide it away. She hesitated, then closed the door to her bedroom and the door to the bathroom, bringing it with her. Her pussy tingled with expectation and she grinned as she gave her teeth and tongue a second thorough cleaning.

Opening the shower and tub combination, she found not one, but two sets of bodywash, shampoo, and conditioner. Her eyes lit up when she read the label. She could do without the coconut, but loved lavender. It didn't matter that she had a shower just a short time ago. She was going to take another one. A long one.

"He thought of everything." Courtney said out loud, then giggled.

As she bent to start the shower, she noticed a loofah sponge hanging from the hot water knob. She preferred natural loofah's, but these synthetic ones weren't that bad. Yes, it was time for a deep cleaning. She ended up getting the floor wet after she finished her deep cleaning. She'd left her big, black handle near the sink and needed it to finish the full service event.

Once she'd sated her sexual desires, dried and thrown the towel on the floor to soak up the excess water, she opened the top drawer in the sink cabinet to stash her favorite tool. Courtney gasped when she found a hair dyer, two hair brushes, and a variety of hair clips, bands, and so forth. There she found a package of disposable razors and shaving gel as well and wasted no time in starting the shower back up for a shave. It was embarrassing how much her leg hair and under-arm hair had grown.

After drying her lower body off with her second and last towel, she wrapped it around her naked body and stared down at the dirty skirt and crop top. Courtney did not want to put that back on. She'd just have to make due.

Out of sheer curiosity, she opened the drawers of the vanity chest at the foot of the bed and gasped again, covering her mouth. She pulled out some pajama bottoms and an unbranded, plain tee shirt. Sizing them up to herself she found that they were a little big, but would work fine to sleep in.

Courtney then pulled out the only other article of clothing in the chest and dropped her towel immediately. The satin, kimono style robe made her groan as she put it on. She considered putting on the pajamas first, then the robe, but the satin felt amazing on her skin. It was a weird maroon color, but nothing was perfect. This was close to perfect.

As Courtney reentered the living room she found Walter seated on the couch and looking at his phone. He put it down and smiled up at her as she approached. He really was dashing and she appreciated the way his tee shirt hugged his well developed chest muscles and shoulders. She swore she could make out a large lump running down the inside of his leg but decided it must have been a trick of the soft lights on his cotton shorts.

"Feel better?" Walter asked, moving over to make room for her on the couch. Courtney took a seat on the recliner instead, making it clear that she would do things her way.

"Yes. I feel human again. Thank you for that." Courtney said, then cocked her head at the odd look he gave her. "Oh, I mean I feel Aziza again? Azizam? Azizish?" Walter nodded and chortled a kind laugh. She couldn't help laughing as well. The word felt odd on her tongue and she had no clue if she was using it correctly.

"Yes, you certainly do look like an Aziza." Walter said, the laughter still hidden in his voice.

"Is that why your eyes are blue like that?" Courtney said, looking into his deep, ice blue eyes. Walter nodded. "Do yours glow right after..."

"I call it The Taking and yes. Yes, they glow for a bit. Pretty freaky seeing that for the first time, right?" Walter asked. Courtney nodded with her eyebrows high. Freaky was a mild word to describe it. "How long has it been since your last Taking?"

"Tomorrow will be day four." Courtney said, looking down and feeling uncomfortable for reasons she couldn't identify.

"Ah. It'll be time again soon, right?" Walter asked. Courtney nodded solemnly and felt guilty that she was looking forward to it. "You know, there is a better way?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I do have to take a life every summer and winter. However, I make due just fine with breastmilk in the..."

"I thought you said I couldn't have that?"

"You can have anything you want if you're willing to vomit. It won't hurt you, just make you feel a little sick for a few minutes."

"Yeah, I figured that out." Courtney said, grimacing as she remembered the beef jerky.

"Right. So female Aziza are different. I suppose that, ideally, a male and female Aziza would pair up and he could sustain himself on her breastmilk... assuming she was lactating, of course. She, on the other hand, could sustain herself with semen." Walter said, then grimaced a little himself.

"What?" Courtney gasped, then covered her mouth.

"No. I mean... You know... Not you and me necessarily." Walter sputtered.

Courtney laughed out loud at the absurdity of seeing this well-polished man fumbling and bumbling with his words. Walter shook his head and put a hand over his eyes and topped it off with a long sigh and a smile. She was pretty sure she could see some color in his cheeks. It seemed clear that he cared what she thought and was trying very hard to not screw up their introductory meeting.

"Yeah, so that came out the wrong way. It works with normal men too, not just Aziza. Same for breastmilk. Any human source is fine. It's not as potent, but it's fine."

"Why can't I just carry on the way I have been?"

"Are you starting to like The Taking yet?" Walter asked, watching her closely. Courtney did like that power, there was no doubt about it. However, Walter's demeanor suggested that she shouldn't. Courtney shook her head and shrugged, then looked down at her hands. "At some point, you will prefer it to anything else. Taking so often will have the police after you and you'll always have to be on the move. I can't imagine that it would end well. You might also lose control."

Courtney looked up and pinned Walter with her eyes defiantly. Who was he to tell her what would happen or what wouldn't? She could handle it. She was her own woman. Walter nodded slowly and took a deep breath.

"That was you at Sunset Lake a few nights ago, right?" Walter asked, cocking his head and watching her closely again.

"Lake Sunset." Courtney corrected.

"Right, so it was you. One man died and two others went to the hospital. Ruptured testicles according to the nurse I talked to there. Impressive."

"Is that how you found me?"

"Yes, that got me close. The rest was luck."

"I guess I'm glad you found me after all." Courtney said, then thought more about what Walter had said. She did enjoy the way Roger tasted when he came in her mouth. Doing that a few times every day sounded fun as well. "I know it's not that late, but that bed in there is calling my name. It's been a while."

"That's ok. I understand. Will you consider what I said?" Walter asked, his eyes imploring her to say yes. Courtney rose and nodded.

"Sure. I'll think about it." Courtney said, then turned and made her way back to her bedroom. She glanced over her shoulder and said, "Good night."

"Good night." Walter replied, his eyes snapping up to hers.

Courtney was pretty sure Walter had been looking at her ass. Oddly, she liked it and it made her smile. She tried to settle into the soft bed but it didn't take long before she was up with her big, black tool in hand. She spent a long time working her pussy with it while rubbing lazily at her clit.

The idea of being with men wasn't that appealing, so Courtney was unsure how she'd find someone that would let her give them a blow-job every day. Walter was nice though, and she shuddered with her first orgasm when she thought about his skin against hers. Her imagination went wild and she pictured them in all the positions she could think of, pumping her pussy with her black handle all the while.

For once, she didn't feel guilty about it. He could say he was her father. He might even be her father. However, to her he was just a man she had met. A kind, gorgeous, hunk of a man as well. He had never said that he didn't want to have sex with her. Maybe he would? Courtney's last quivering orgasm happened as she pictured herself invading his bedroom and taking advantage of him.

***

The next morning, Walter took Courtney to the mall as soon as it opened. He had asked her about all the details of her life and, ultimately, she told him everything she could think of. It was the topic all morning, even while she shopped for new clothes. She told him about Roger, the man at the truck-stop, her escape to Florida, as well as the travails of being homeless and sleeping on the streets. She even told him about the rapist and that gang of nasty, homeless men.

By the time she had completed her story, they were back in the car with several large bags of clothes and Courtney was dressed in brand new spandex shorts and top. The sandals, which fit, were to die for. She also loved the way the thin spandex fabric showed off her new curves. Examining her fingernails, she smiled remembering how Walter had encouraged her to get a manicure and pedicure at one of the beauty shops in the mall.

"Thanks, Walter. You're very kind." Courtney said, look at him with something approaching admiration.

"It's the least I can do." Walter said, glancing at her with a warm smile.

He pawed briefly at her thigh, as if he were going to pat it, but he never touched her. Her thigh tingled in the place where his hand would have made contact. The comfortable silence that followed was interrupted by a loud growling from her stomach. Courtney put her hand on her stomach and glanced at Walter, who looked at her briefly with one eyebrow raised. He didn't comment.

"Walter?" Courtney asked, a quiet moment later.

"Hmm?"

"What if I told you I wanted to try your semen?" Courtney asked, biting her lip and watching for his response.

"Well..." Walter began, then paused and rubbed his chin. "That would probably be the safest way, at least at first."

"How so?" Courtney asked, a little surprised that he had immediately given implicit agreement with her suggestion.

"Unlike your Uncle, I know what to expect." Walter said, then glanced at Courtney who was looking at him expectantly. She frowned slightly at the comment. "You see, your instinct will be to try and kiss me afterward and it will take you some time to master control of that urge. I suspect that it will be really strong for you since that's the way you've been surviving."

Courtney nodded slowly and examined her fingernails again, then squeezed her thighs together. Her body certainly liked the idea of being with Walter. It quieted when she considered kneeling to give him a blow job. She considered this for a moment and decided that the idea made her feel subservient. No, she wouldn't do that. By the time she had resolved to go through with having sex with Walter, they were carrying in all of her new clothes and her stomach was complaining.

Courtney felt like it was now, or never.

"So, how does this work?" Courtney asked, dropping her bags and turning to Walter as he set his bags down as well.

"What's that? Food for you?"

"Yeah."

"However you want. I can put it in a cup?" Walter asked, grinning. Courtney scrunched up her eyebrows and shook her head. That just sounded weird. Walter shrugged. "Then it's whatever you decide. You're in charge."

'You're in charge.' Courtney repeated to herself. She liked that idea very much and her pulse quickened.

Courtney bit her lip again and circled Walter. He faced her and she continued to circle until his back was towards the couch. She grabbed the bloused fold of his short sleeve button up shirt and started to pull it out of his waistband while walking him back toward the couch slowly. As promised he followed her lead and, by the time they had neared the couch, she had his buttons unfastened and he had stepped out of his loafers.

Walter's nipples were hard when Courtney ran her hands across his scrumptious chest. He had no body fat and his musculature was well defined and rock-hard. She pushed back the shoulders of his shirt, encouraging him to take it off. As he silently complied, Walter continued displaying his knowing smile. His eyes created more heat between her legs and Courtney's stomach quietly complained again.

With a flick of her wrists, the belt and buttons were released and his khaki shorts slid to the floor. Courtney slid her nose and the tip of her tongue along his abdomen as she slid down his boxers but stopped short of Walter's flaccid penis. It was the largest she'd seen, though she hadn't seen many. The promise of a warm cock to fill her insides made her suck in a breath.

Firmly, Courtney pushed him back on the couch. She knew this was when it was customary to fellate or stimulate him to hardness but she didn't want to serve him. She wanted him to be hard for her. Slowly, she lifted her form fitting top until the underside of her breasts were on display. She smiled to herself when, this time, Walter's eyes did feast on them.

Courtney twirled, removed her top, then placed her hands on her nipples to cover a good portion of her breasts. Her flourish ended with her facing Walter again. He smiled and took another long look as she slowly removed her hands and started rubbing circles around her nipples. She licked her lips and felt both satisfaction and lust as his cock slowly began to fill with blood.

Although she lacked experience, Courtney had seen enough R-rated films to have a few ideas. With a movie in mind, she trailed her fingers down her own abdomen until she slid them under the waist band of her spandex shorts. Slowly, she lowered them until her crotch was nearly exposed. Doing a slow spin this time she turned her back, giving him one last sultry look before she turned away.

Her shorts came down a little more, then a little more. Slowly, Courtney exposed both ass cheeks then bent over with straight legs as she pushed her shorts to the floor. It felt naughty to expose her ass to Walter. She liked it. The enhanced tingling made it apparent that her body liked it as well. When she turned, she almost giggled at the erection that greeted her, angry and throbbing. It felt like a victory.

Slowly, Courtney placed one foot on the couch on the outside of Walter's leg. She slowly worked her hand around her pussy until she parted her own lips, then slowly worked a single finger around her own clit. She gasped as her body responded, then smiled as Walter watched her finger work. With only the tiniest effort, she adjusted to bring her other leg up to the couch, straddling his legs and standing over Walter. Towering over him in this way was even more empowering and gave her another idea.

With care, she moved closer and closer to Walt's face as he watched her finger work. His hands went up and he cupped one ass cheek in each hand, encouraging her to move towards his face. Although she wanted to continue to tease him, Courtney was aching to press her pussy on his lips. He leaned forward, but she pressed toward him until she pinned his head against the back of the couch.

"Oh, fuck." Courtney gasped when his mouth made contact with her pussy. She clenched her ass and pressed against his face hard.

Walter groaned and it nearly broke the spell, making her fear that she'd hurt him. The big, strong hands holding her to him made it clear that she hadn't hurt him and Courtney focused on relaxing as his tongue went to work. It was also clear that he knew his way around a pussy and it was her turn to groan as his tongue did the most fantastic things.

What exactly he did, she would never know. What she did know is that her pussy felt like electricity was pulsing through it. Courtney couldn't resist the urge to hump his face, rhythmically clenching her ass to do so. Minutes flew by as she lost herself in the act of fucking Walter's face. She had lost track of his hands at some point and, when a long finger penetrated her pussy she clenched one more time, hard.

"Fuck, yes." Courtney whispered, an electric-like surge pulsing from her middle. She whined as wave after wave of pleasure crashed around her and her skin turned to gooseflesh.

A vision behind her clenched eyelids distracted Courtney. Walter's full, red lips appeared in her mind's eye. As if on some kind of strange autopilot, Courtney lowered herself into Walter's lap and immediately moved to connect their lips. She couldn't and didn't understand, so craned her neck in an effort to get those delicious lips. Walter was powerful and she wanted that power for herself.

"Easy now." Walter's rich, baritone voice cautioned. Courtney continued to yearn toward him but realized that he was holding her back firmly by her shoulders.

'No. No. No.' Courtney repeated to herself. No, she was about to get laid for the first time ever. Acting on her urge would ruin her chance. Slowly, as she strained toward his lips, her urge lessened and she relaxed more and more. "Sorry." She whispered.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. It's difficult and you did quite well." Walter said, though Courtney was already adjusting.

Courtney raised a leg and found his hardness with her right hand. She was so wet and ready that it slid right into the hilt. Her first reaction was to be disappointed that his size was less than her favorite, black toy. Her second reaction was to be disappointed in herself for working herself so thoroughly with it these last two weeks. Had she ruined herself for normal men? It had occurred to her that Roger hadn't been that big either.

Sighing, Courtney leaned against Walter's chest and started to rock. The smell of him coupled with the warmth of him inside her was more than enough to compensate for her mild, initial dissatisfaction. He was very hard, yet not. It was hard to explain but as she began to gyrate her hips it became clear that a natural cock was far superior to her smooth plastic handle. For one, that bulbous head felt amazing as it danced with her cervix.

"If you want more, just tell me." Walter suggested, whispering in Courtney's ear. The feeling of his breath on her ear made her shiver.

"What do you mean?" Courtney asked, not understanding. It didn't really matter at that moment. The feeling of her hard nipples rubbing across his equally hard body, coupled with the cock stirring her insides, was worth the wait.

"If you want it bigger or smaller, just say the word."

"You can do that?" Courtney asked, cocking an eyebrow and looking up at Walter's perfect face. He nodded with that lopsided grin of his. She doubted what he said, but made her request anyway, "Make it thicker."

Even though she was holding still and anticipating it, there was no indication that anything had happened. Walter's expression hadn't even changed. The single exception was the greatly increased feeling of fullness inside her. Courtney groaned and her eyelids fluttered. She groaned again as she began to gyrate her hips again. His cock was filling her too much to be able to stir it inside her, but it stretched her so wonderfully.

Courtney rose up and sighed again as she felt her pussy clinging to his girth. She imagined that she could feel the veins on his cock. No imagination was needed to feel that fat dickhead drag through her insides. Lowering and raising a few more times, Courtney found that it felt even better and slowly started to pick up speed. She panted, feeling the tingling in her spine. She was close but couldn't quite get there.

"Can you make it longer?" Courtney asked quietly, concentrating on keeping her pacing. On the next downstroke, she whimpered as he slid past her cervix. Two strokes later and she felt him impact the back of her pussy. The pulse of pleasure increased the intensity of the tingling in her spine and she whined, "Fuck, yes. Right there."

Courtney's speed increased more and she dropped herself harder and harder over Walter's cock, striking the back of her pussy harder with each repetition. Her arousal grew to heights she hadn't experienced before and, for two quick strokes, she no longer felt him bottoming out. Before she could request it, his cock was hitting harder and deeper and she swore he stretched her even more.

"Yeah. Oh, yeah." Courtney whined softly again, the tingling turning to electricity and starting to travel the length of her spine.

Her legs quivered and she reverted to grinding with all her might as ecstasy charged past her tailbone and rebounded in her pussy before blossoming out over and through her body. Courtney leaned back, holding Walter's neck and would have screamed had her throat not caused her to croak. Her whole body spasmed and she whined with each convulsion.

Just as the pleasure reached its peak, the urges sprang forth and she instinctively moved to lock lips with Walter. As before, she couldn't reach him and felt her eyes bulge at the effort. She pulled at his neck fiercely but it was as if he were made of stone and was unmovable.

"Easy now. Control it, my beloved." Walter crooned, his eyes kind and understanding. Courtney hissed and continued to try to get to him for what seemed like forever. As her pussy stopped clenching and her orgasm waned, so too did the urge to take Walter's life. "Are you ready to eat? That might help."

Courtney was fatigued but instantly knew the wisdom of those words. With an awkward movement, she dismounted and planted her shaky legs on the floor. Walter stroked his cock as she bent over it and she drooled, her body understanding what came next. Uncertain as to what she should do she positioned her mouth over the tip and got close enough that her tongue touched him. His sweetness caused a secondary reaction and she forced her mouth over him.

Walter grunted and pumped nourishment into Courtney's mouth. It wasn't a mouthful, but it was delicious and she swallowed as if she'd done it a thousand times. A mild warmth spread over her and, without thinking, she went to work cleaning every drop she could find.

The sight of that big, juicy cock in her hands made her quiver and think about putting him inside her again. However, as the warmth that had spread through her finally spread over her extremities as well, she felt a different, familiar desire well up.

'Oh, no. Not again.' Courtney thought, now very familiar with the urge to kiss.

"You can fight it, beloved." Walter suggested, bracing his hands on her shoulders again defensively.

Courtney strained and wriggled, then slowly managed to reel in the aberrant urge. It felt like it took another eternity to calm that urge and press it back down, though it took much less time than before. The fatigue she had felt a moment before had vanished and she felt invigorated. She could do this. Walter was still stroking his cock and it looked hard. Courtney thought about what her friend Charlotte had told her.

"You don't need a break?" Courtney asked, grinning as she watched Walter stroke himself, his big balls jiggling with each movement.

"Not yet. You're still hungry, aren't you?" Walter suggested.

Courtney licked her lips and nodded. A second helping of Walter's sweet semen sounded like the best idea ever and her stomach growled. Walter's pace picked up and she watched for several minutes before becoming slightly impatient. When a big glob made its appearance on the tip of his cock Courtney went for it and began to lick and suck on the head of his cock.

Walter groaned and hunched his hips rhythmically. Unable to decide what else to do to help him along, she gently began to fondle his testicles as well. Walter rewarded Courtney with a groan and she continued, trying to sync herself up with his stroking. His pace quickened and his legs tensed. Courtney felt his scrotum begin to contract. It was different and it seemed he was building to a crescendo.

"Oh, yeah." Walter grunted, his scrotum contracting in Courtney's hand.

A warm splash of sweetness hit the back of Courtney's throat and, without thinking, she forced his cock deep into her throat. It seemed to shrink to fit perfectly and she relished the feeling of his powerful cock throbbing deep in her throat. Another wave of warmth spread over her and brought with it something else. A sense of wellbeing perhaps?

"Mmm." Courtney hummed, laying back on the floor drowsily.

The feeling in no way compared to the way she felt when she took a man's essence. It may be comparable if she could physically drink down a hundred ejaculations. Courtney giggled at the idea of dozens of men jerking off so that she could eat their spunk. She wanted more. She craved that power. However, she was content to enjoy the weightless feeling in her extremities. The floor was there, and she felt it, but it seemed very far away.

"You feel full, don't you?" Walter asked, laying over on the couch and reaching out to caress the skin of her stomach. His touch made her skin react and she hummed again. She felt more full now that he had asked and Courtney thought that was curious. However, the pitch of the tingling between her legs had changed. Intensified.

"Did you know that was my first?" Courtney asked, smiling up at Walter's gentle, blue eyes.

"Really?" Walter asked, his eyebrows going up for a moment. He smiled. "I hope it won't be the last?"

"Depends on how soon you can get that fantastic cock hard again." Courtney said, her smile turning mischievous. It was easy to imagine a life where she fucked and fed regularly. No cares. No regrets. Just amazing sex and a stomach full of sweet semen. It was a shame that her urges muted her orgasms. They were much stronger with a good partner.

"Is that what you want?" Walter asked, scooting toward the edge of the couch so that his prodigious member peeked over the edge of the couch. He was stroking himself slowly and she was happy to see that he was at least partially hard.

"How can you go again so soon?" Courtney asked, moving a hand slowly down to massage her needy pussy.

"I'm not a normal man, of course." Walter said, then slinked off of the couch and knelt on the carpet at Courtney's feet. He pushed the coffee table away with a casual touch. "Then, there's the fact that you're gorgeous and I think my body is responding to your desire."

Courtney smiled wide and spread her legs for him. She reached down with both hands and spread herself apart for Walter. He smiled and leaned in, slowly kissing his way down her thigh. His scruff tickled and she squirmed and giggled. Walter laid down and slid his hands under her ass. He lifted slightly and Courtney put her legs up without thinking.

Walter licked around her ass twice, then widened his tongue and licked from her ass all the way to her clit. Courtney groaned and considered grabbing his hair and fucking his face again. However, she had a stronger desire to be filled up again.

"Fuck me, Walter." Courtney directed in a husky voice. "Fuck me and come in my mouth." Walter grinned and began to move. She fixated on his wet mouth and lips for just a moment and had to look away as she felt her urge stirring under the surface of her consciousness. Walter slipped right into her wet heat. "No. I want it big and fat." Courtney said, pushing him back. "Work that big cock back into me."

Walter only grinned again and withdrew. When he pressed against her again it felt like an entirely different cock. It didn't slip right in. In fact, it didn't seem like it would fit at all. Not at first. Courtney groaned as Walter pressed against her. When his cockhead finally popped into her well-worked entrance, she gasped and quivered.

"Fuck, yes." Courtney whispered, her eyes rolling back in her head.

It felt like she was being torn open and she loved it. The pain only amplified the incredible feeling of being over-full. She expected that he'd keep working it in and was surprised and disappointed when he pulled back out with an audible slurp. Her eyes opened wide and she was about to demand he put it back in, but he immediately did so without being asked. She gasped and quivered with another tiny orgasm when he entered her the second time as well.

This time, Walter didn't stop. Inch by inch he pressed into Courtney's willing flesh as she held her legs high and wide. As quickly as she would adjust to his mass, he would drill deeper still. She whined at the treatment and nodded to him when Walter looked at her questioningly. When he had forced his way deep enough to make contact with her cervix, his fat dickhead pushed it aside like a rude person on an escalator.

"Oh, fuck." Courtney said, her body trembling as the electricity began to pulse down her spine. She could feel the dreaded urge returning and tried to keep it at bay. "Come for me." Courtney gasped. "Please. Quick."

As if a switch were flipped, Walter's cock shrunk and he pounded hard for a dozen strokes. Courtney was already opening her mouth, unable to control her compulsion. Just as Walter pulled out, Courtney lost control and dropped her legs before lunging at Walter's face.

Somehow, in the fraction of a second it took Courtney to rotate her hips and get enough leverage to make the leap, Walter had managed to move onto his knees. When Courtney came for his face, he directed her movement to his crotch. His aim was true and, instead of lips, a long, thin cock drove into her throat.

The taste of his sweet semen short circuited her uncontrolled urge. Her body battled between the need to take his life and the desire to drink down his nourishing fluids. Now with some control, Courtney held Walter's ass and pressed her face against his abdomen until his cock stopped throbbing. She released him and, as his cock left her mouth, the taste of come made that unwelcome urge immediately start to well up again.

"Just hold me down and fuck me hard." Courtney demanded huskily with her last bit of control.

Walter grimaced and caught her as she started to yearn toward him. Before Courtney could fight with him he had compiled and pinned her to the floor. She pulled him down on top of her, intent to get to his mouth. Deftly, Walter moved aside at the last moment and pinned his forehead to the carpet next to Courtney's head.

For a moment, she struggled to get to his face, then his giant prick popped into her pussy again. Courtney issued a guttural, strangling sound as he pressed into her deeply and quickly. It hurt so wonderfully that her body erupted into heights of ecstasy that she had only previously imagined. In that instant, she felt like she had lost contact with her body and swam in a primordial soup of pure pleasure.

"Yes! Fuck yes, Walter! Fuck me!" Courtney pleaded a second before the urge to kill foisted itself upon her again.

"You've got this. You can control the urges, beloved." Walter stated clearly, his voice modulating because of the vigorous pumping of his hips.

Courtney was still lost in that raucous sea of rapture but, somehow, knew that she was still seeking out his lips. Despite this, she believed his words and fought hard to control the urge even as he pounded her depths. Her body shook under a near constant barrage of orgasms which seemed to bring on the urge but she was determined to enjoy them. Slowly, she formed a mental picture of the force that drove her and imagined bottling it up. Boxing it up. Wrapping it up. She hid it away in the back of her mind and covered it.

"That's it. You've got this. You're in control, aren't you?" Walter whispered the suggestion.

"Yes. I'm in control. Don't stop fucking me." Courtney instructed. Then mentally repeated to herself; 'I'm in control. I'm in control. I'm in control of this situation. I'm in control of my urges.' When a semblance of control returned, she spread her legs as wide as she could, inviting him to grind away at her depths. "Fuck me hard."

The gatling gun of orgasms had ceased as she fought for control. Now that she was clear headed again, the electro-static charge started to wind up in her spine again as Walter continued torturing her insides. Courtney groaned loudly and dug her fingernails into Walter's back without knowing she was doing so. He grunted a mild complaint as her greedy pussy started to clench at his girth again.

"I'm coming!" Courtney wailed, feeling pleasure pour through her once again. She managed to keep the urge locked down, if only barely. For the first time, she was able to relish in the elation that came with her orgasmic release. So happy was she for that moment that she sobbed and tears of joy stained her red, sweaty cheeks. "Come for me." Courtney whispered through her constricted throat.

"Want another helping, my beloved?" Walter asked, raising up to his elbows and looking into her eyes. His hips never stopped pumping as he wiped tears from her face. Unable to speak, Courtney nodded, proud that their lips were only inches apart and she wasn't lunging for them.

Walter pulled up to his knees and, this time, Courtney lunged clumsily toward his cock. As before, she drank him down as he delivered nourishment directly to her stomach. As she removed his length from her throat she looked up at his lips hungrily.

'I'm in control. I'm in control. I'm in control.'

A long, tense moment followed as Courtney stared at Walter's lips with an intensity that matched the focus she was putting on controlling herself. Her muscles were tense and she was practically vibrating from the effort of holding herself back. Slowly, her shoulders started to slump and Walter let out a sharp breath. Courtney fully relaxed and fell back onto her back with a relieved smile. She was finally spent.

"That was amazing, Courtney!" Walter exclaimed, scooping her off of the carpet in his arms like a giant child. Walter whirled and Courtney squealed, clasping his neck as they twirled about the room. "I'm so proud of you. You should be proud of yourself too." Walter said as he slipped into Courtney's bedroom and deposited her gently on the bed. He gave her a big kiss on her forehead and padded silently out of the room.

Courtney sighed long and deep. She was, in fact, relieved and happy to have succeeded in controlling that obnoxious urge. However, now that he mentioned it, she was quite proud of herself too. With the intensity of sensations in those moments, it was a wonder that she was able to separate the urges from everything else and bottle it up. She covered her face briefly in disbelief, giggled, then sprawled out under the refreshing breeze of the ceiling fan.

For the first time since she'd turned eighteen, Courtney wasn't craving sex. Her body was numb and, for that matter, her insides were a little sore. A smile played its way across her face as she recalled the amazing sex that she'd just had. That was to say, it was amazing by her standards. She didn't have any other experiences to compare to.

"Does water sound good?" Walter asked, slipping into the bedroom with a glass of water in each hand.

"Definitely." Courtney said, popping up to an elbow and taking a glass. The water was cold and refreshing. It was also a little salty. This was surprising and tasted far better than she would have guessed. She took another long pull. "I wouldn't expect salted water to taste so good."

"That means that your body needs it." Walter replied, a knowing look in his eyes. His face softened and he cocked his head. "How do you feel?"

Courtney didn't respond at first. Instead, she looked inward and thought carefully about the question. Her stomach wasn't nagging her, which surely meant that her hunger had been satisfied. It was far from the surge of power when she took a life but it was enough. Her pussy still hummed its own version of satisfaction. There was no doubt that real sex was far, far better than the improvised dildo she'd been using so frequently.

"I feel surprisingly good." Courtney said, grinning.

"Excellent." Walter said, finishing his water and sitting on the bed. He patted her naked hip tenderly.

"Can it always be like this?"

"Like what?" Walter replied, raising an eyebrow.

"You know. Athletic sex, feeding until I'm full, hanging out together in-between times?"

"Sure, why not? I've got enough money that I don't have to work as much these days." Walter replied, his mischievous grin matching hers. He ran his fingers up her waist to her ribs, then down her smooth leg. Courtney shivered and her nipples hardened. "But if we're going to have repeated sessions like that, I'm going to need to find some sustenance."

"So if I'm going to eat more, you need to eat more too?"

"Yup. That's exactly right. I expect you'll need to stay well fed for a while to make those urges manageable while you master them."

"What's your plan for food?" Courtney asked, curious but certain she already knew the answer.

"Well, before I met up with you yesterday, I had arranged a date with this local single mom. She looked promising."

"Tonight?" Courtney asked, not shocked at his answer. Walter nodded and watched for her reaction. "How did you meet her?"

"A dating app."

"That makes sense." Courtney said, then laid back and stared at the ceiling.

A mild feeling of jealousy swept across Courtney but it lasted only a moment. It faded as she thought the situation through. There wasn't any getting around the fact that Walter needed to eat too. Breastmilk wasn't something that she could provide, nor could it be bought at the grocery store. Therefore, Walter would need to find it however he normally did. Courtney fought the compulsion to ask how he'd manage that. She probably didn't want to know.

"Guess I'll just have to keep myself occupied while you're out." Courtney said, turning to meet Walter's inquisitive eyes with her own grin.

"You're not bothered?" Walter asked, his grin growing to match hers.

"A bit, maybe." Courtney said, feeling no hesitation before telling him the truth. She shrugged. "A guy has to eat and I don't have what you need yet."

"Yet?"

"Sure. Maybe someday." Courtney said with another small shrug. She grasped a breast in each hand as if Walter needed an explanation. "There's nothing to be done about it right now. Not by me." Her hands turned to caresses and her nipples responded.

"I'm truly happy that you're so understanding." Walter said, eyeing her breasts. Courtney giggled when she noticed his cock starting to slowly take notice as well.

"I want to have another go at you, but I'm a little sore inside."

"Oh, I might actually be able to help with that." Walter said, giving a little shrug himself. "If applied to the affected area my semen has some healing properties."

"Yeah, right." Courtney guffawed, then crossed her legs. "You're just trying to get between my legs again."

"Suit yourself." Walter shrugged, chuckling along with an amused shrug.

"You're serious?" Courtney asked, rolling over to face Walter and squinting her eyes with fake suspicion. Walter nodded, still smiling. Courtney cocked her head and considered the amazing things they could both do. "Ok, show me."

Courtney moved quickly to slither on top of Walter who fell back willingly. What followed was far from the urge driven, manic sex that they had enjoyed less than an hour prior. As they playfully rolled from one position to another, she imagined that what they were doing then was what she had always imagined when someone used the idiom; 'making love.'

Walter was right, of course. Courtney's soreness, deep inside her vagina, started to lessen almost immediately after he came inside her. Within thirty minutes, the aching had ceased altogether. This, despite the fact that they were still making love.

Unlike last time, Walter was gentle with her and the bulk of her pleasure came from being physically connected to him. The remainder of her enjoyment came from the care-free, comfortable way in which they were intimate. It helped that Walter was very willing to please her, more willing than she was to please him.

Courtney's dominant compulsion to seek out Walter's lips was far easier to manage on a full stomach. Orgasms didn't send her into a tailspin, but feeding was more borderline. She fed thrice more and didn't question doing so when Walter suggested it. It was delicious, after all.

Because he was so giving, Courtney reconsidered her position on pleasuring him as their session went on. The last time he came, she was practicing what he later called deepthroating. Once she had swallowed his ejaculate, she stared up at his lips with a fierce focus.

Unlike all the previous times, Walter didn't even raise his hands in preparation for her lunge. For the fourth time in a row, she didn't make a move for his lips. Smiling proudly, Walter let his head fall back in relief. Courtney chuckled, then belched loudly.

"Sorry, I'm so full." Courtney said with a giggle. She looked down at his genitals. "How do you keep pumping that sweetness out for me?" Walter shrugged as she fondled his testicles. Each one was nearly a handful for her. An average sized, flaccid penis would surely look tiny between those two racquet balls. "We'll just have to take good care of these then."

"Mmm. You already are." Walter murmured before slowly swinging a leg over Courtney's head. He sat up and checked his phone. "I suppose I should take a quick shower."

"Yup, can't show up smelling like pussy." Courtney said, giggling and tossing herself flat on her stomach. With her head turned, she watched closely as Walter stood and stretched. "Damn, that's a fine ass."

"Thanks." Walter said, then gave Courtney's exposed ass a playful smack. It sounded off as if he'd hit her much harder. She recoiled with a smile.

"Hey, watch it."

"You better watch it because I'm coming for that sexy ass later."

"We'll see." Courtney said, giggling again as Walter strode off toward the common bathroom in the hall. Her butt-cheek tingled as much as it stung and, despite what she had said, she'd be willing to give it a try. In fact, she'd be willing to try a lot of things with Walter. 'I guess I'm not bi-sexual, I'm try-sexual.' Courtney thought, making herself giggle again.

Rolling over and stretching, Courtney stared at the ceiling in wonder as she contemplated how much things had changed in just 24 hours. At this time yesterday, Walter had just taken a destitute version of herself under his wing. Now, a single day later, she was clean, very well fed, basically had a new wardrobe, had a clean bed and roof over her head, and didn't need to kill anyone to make it all happen.

Courtney did miss that feeling of raw power and dominance. However, Walter had said that she'd get to enjoy that feeling a couple of times per year at a minimum. Considering how happy and safe she felt right now, that would be a fine trade-off. With Walter as her lover and benefactor, she might never have to worry about anything ever again.

Throwing on her green kimono, she giggled at the way that Walter had insisted that she get another one. She'd let it slip that she didn't care for the color of the other one and that was that. After Courtney had given in, picked up a green one and modeled it for him, Walter had gone on and on about it. He showered her with compliments about how the color brought out the green in her eyes, and how it made her curves pop when she tied it just so.

Courtney returned after refilling her water glass and found that Walter was just sauntering into his bedroom to get dressed. The sight of his thick, flaccid penis dancing between his legs as he moved aroused her. She shivered as she remembered how he'd changed his size to be short and thick, giving her plenty of stimulation where it counted but stayed well clear of her tender parts.

"What are you thinking about, sexy girl?" Walter asked, watching her face as he pulled on a clean pair of boxer shorts.

"That terrific cock of yours. It's way better than what I've been using." Courtney said, then giggled. She was amused that she didn't feel the least bit embarrassed.

"I'm curious. What have you been using?" Walter asked, grinning. He looked bemused when Courtney turned to leave the room. He started to say something but she held up a finger, then returned in short order, smacking her big, black handle in the palm of one hand and sporting a huge smile. "Oh, damn. That looks like a good one."

"Yours is better. No, leave it out." Courtney said when Walter started to tuck his form fitting short sleeve button up shirt into his khaki shorts.

"You think so?" Walter asked, pausing.

"Absolutely. If you're dressed better than her then it'll be an issue. I'm guessing she thinks it's an actual date?"

"Yeah, that's the nature of the app I used."

"Well, you look amazing and it's more casual keeping the tails out." Courtney said, confident in her assessment.

"Then that's what I'll do." Walter said, smiling down at Courtney. Slowly, he leaned down and kissed her on a cheek, then held still as she returned the favor on his cheek. "Ok, I'm off to go shopping for some food."

Courtney giggled and followed Walter to the front door where they exchanged cheek kisses once again. With a casual goodbye and promise to be back soon, Walter got in his rented car and set out.

Closing the front door, Courtney turned and was drawn to the garden doors in the back of the house by the glowing, orange orb of the setting sun. She sat her water on the little side table and took one of the lounge chairs on the modest little patio.

Even in November, the afternoon in Orlando had been hot by northern Indiana standards. It was cooling off now and the evening birds were singing their songs. Even a few late season cicadas were pining for the summer party that had passed them by.

As the rose pink skies faded to indigo and the sun started to descend beyond the western horizon, Courtney's mind quieted down. Given the activities of the day, it took very little time for her to doze off, a smile still planted on her face.

***

Courtney yawned and stretched, a cool breeze tickling her skin. Through heavily lidded eyes, she peered out into the darkness. The darkness was a veil easily pierced by her preternatural eyes. The backyard beyond her sleepy patio was quiet and still.

Dogs barked in the distance, yelling their salutations over the cacophony of crickets and frogs. Unlike the slums where she had spent time recently, the greenspace at the edge of the subdivision was teaming with life. A Whip-poor-will sang its song and Courtney turned in the direction of the sound.

A frown passed her face and her eyebrows bunched briefly. This night bird's call was a sound that reminded her of home. Courtney recalled that these birds were migratory. Who knows, this Whip-poor-will might be from Indiana and now sang its song from the warmth of its winter home. It made Courtney miss home, mother, and uncle. Poor Roger.

Courtney stood and shook herself to break free of those thoughts. She'd already mourned and didn't want to go back to that dark place. She was a new person now and, with the help and love of Walter, she was a better person. Yes, she was sure that Walter loved her. He was so kind and gentle. Perhaps she could learn to love and trust him as well?

With sexy memories of Walter coming to mind and a spring in her step, Courtney refreshed her glass of water and checked the time. It was ten o'clock. Surely Walter would be on his way soon. Hopefully this also meant that his time was well spent. It would be nice if he came home with a bounty of breastmilk.

A grin formed on Courtney's face as she considered keeping Walter in bed for days at a time. Fucking, making love, and otherwise enjoying the pleasure he brought her. Her stomach grumbled, the first sign of being hungry again. It was mildly surprising but also comforting. Being hungry again seemed natural. Normal.

'Yes. I can imagine living like this.' Courtney thought to herself.

Her lips turned up at the corners as she took a sip of her water. She felt good. The power of the taking tickled the back of her mind again. It had been intoxicating but she had new routes for such intoxication now. Dopamine and oxytocin, namely. The natural substances her brain rewarded her with for being naughty and spreading her legs for Walter.

Thinking of Walter's return made Courtney giggle and twirl. She tingled and recalled the smack on her ass. After dropping the green kimono on the bed, Courtney pulled out some lacy black Brazilian panties and a matching, lacy bra.

She wasn't sure how Walter would react to a sexy display but she felt very attractive as she posed in the mirror, her hip thrown out to one side. Her head snapped toward the front door in the other room when her keen ears picked up the sound of keys jingling. Courtney threw on her kimono and giggled.

"Welcome home. I missed you." Courtney said as she whisked into the living room. Walter's smiling face and happy eyes greeted her before his words could.

"My beloved, sorry to make you wait." Walter said, catching Courtney in an embrace and allowing her to nuzzle his chest.

"Did you do well?" Courtney asked, pulling away and looking up into his ice blue eyes.

"I'm full and she'll have some prepared to-go when I visit in a couple of days. Her kiddo is starting on whole food so she should have plenty for me if we decide to stay in the area." Walter said, then caressed her cheek tenderly. Courtney cooed and leaned into his touch.

"Will we stay in the area?"

"Perhaps. We should talk about that. I do have a place I own up in North Carolina and a woman there who keeps a freezer full of milk for me."

"A whole freezer full?" Courtney said, her eyes wide.

"Yup. I send her monthly checks and she keeps a stockpile for me. Anyway, we can talk about that later. How are you feeling? Getting hungry again yet?"

"Mmhmm." Courtney murmured, then grinned devilishly, untied her robe, and let it slide off her shoulders.

"Welcome home, indeed." Walter said, tracing the outline of her bra. Courtney shivered and pulled away, giggled, then spun before walking languidly toward the loveseat. She swished her hips with each step and noted how hungrily Walter was eyeing her ass when she glanced over her shoulder.

"See something you like?" Courtney asked.

"Definitely." Walter said, kicking off his loafers and beginning to unbutton his shirt as he started to make his way to the loveseat as well.

Courtney giggled when she saw the bulge in his shorts grow. She put both knees on the cushion of the loveseat and swayed her ass slowly from side to side like the slow movements of a snake charmer. She groaned when she felt Walter's hot lips on her shoulder and his hardening erection on the inside of her thigh. Apparently, his eagerness had caused him to disrobe quickly. She liked that she had that effect on him.

Walter traced the lines of her thong with a finger while he kissed a line down her back. Courtney's butt-hole tingled, which was a new sensation. The tingling intensified as Walter's mouth continued its gentle march southward. She groaned when he peeled back her thong with one hand and used the other to spread her ass, then whirled his tongue around her pucker. She felt dirty and liked it.

It was even more dirty when Walter's long, hot tongue started to explore her tightest hole. Apart from being naughty it didn't feel either good or bad. Though his scruff did tickle her ass-cheeks, making her giggle. Even when a finger started to probe her ass, Courtney's body didn't react.

Courtney felt Walter move into position, then rub his cockhead around her asshole. She was excited to finally give it a try, but only felt pressure when he pushed into her. Walter was extremely slow and careful, taking many long minutes to finally work a small cock into her ass. As he started to stroke himself in and out gently, Courtney gave a mental shrug.

'It just feels like pooping, only backwards.' Courtney thought.

This brought to mind the fact that she hadn't pooped since she had cleared her bowels of her birthday steak. It made sense that this was the result of not taking in any solid food since that day. Even the liquid diet she'd been on this very afternoon and evening would be unlikely to generate solid waste. This made her wonder what other subtle changes had occurred that she hadn't noticed.

"Oh, yeah. I like that." Walter groaned. This snapped Courtney back to the present.

'It's ok. I'd rather have it in my pussy.' Courtney thought as Walter began to rhythmically tap his abdomen against her ass. "Yeah, that's right." She said aloud. "Are you going to come for me so I can suck down that sweet come?" Walter groaned so Courtney encouraged him, hoping he'd finish quickly. "Yeah, fuck my ass."

"Oh, beloved. I'm getting close." Walter murmured, his strokes becoming longer and harder.

"There you go, fuck it good." Courtney said.

A short time later, a grunt and quick extraction of his cock from her ass signaled that he was ready. Courtney whirled with an open mouth and Walter stopped stroking so that he could bury himself in her throat. Courtney did get a thrill then. She felt like a dirty slut sucking a cock that had just been in her ass. All she could taste was Walter's sweetness as he started to throb in her neck.

"Oh, yeah. So good." Walter groaned. When his twitching was done she squeezed his cock as she took it out of her mouth and collected the few globs she managed to harvest. She flipped onto her back, ready for that thick cock in her pussy. "You want me to fuck your ass again, don't you?" Walter suggested.

"Yeah, do my ass again." Courtney whispered back with a smile. Walter went to his knees and his cock slid right back up her ass. 'Wait, what the fuck?' She thought. Hadn't she just been thinking the exact opposite?

Courtney had been bored with butt-sex right from the start and had thought multiple times that she was ready to move on to something more pleasurable. Then, with a single question, Walter had changed her mind entirely.

'You're in control, aren't you?' Courtney vividly remembered Walter saying this. The light of realization blossomed in her mind. "What the fuck?!" Courtney blurted, pushing Walter away. He relented and stared back blankly. "Are you hypnotizing me or something?"

Walter's face transformed and his face looked agonized. He was guilty. Walter was actually using some kind of mental trick to control her. As quickly as the realization had come to her mind, a feeling of heat washed over her in the form of anger. Courtney's face twisted as a sense of betrayal amplified her fury.

"You've got to be shitting me! I trusted you!" Courtney screamed, her eyes attempting to destroy him with their fierceness. She didn't see Walter anymore. She saw the men who had tried to use her. She saw Uncle J, the rapist, and the truck driving pervert. Walter was no different after all.

"I'm sorry, I..."

"Fuck you!" Courtney screamed again, lunging toward Walter's lips. He would pay with his life.

Walter stumbled back and was barely able to brace himself in time to catch her. Inches away from her prize, Courtney stretched her neck to try and close the distance. He was strong. Too strong. The gap between their lips started to widen as he set himself. His strength was too great.

Song erupted from Courtney's throat, expressing her desire for him to kiss her. Her pitch was perfect even if her words were not English. Walter faltered for a moment and Coutney gained ground again. Encouraged, she poured forth her will in the form of song and commanded him to kiss her. Ever so slowly the gap closed.

With come on her lips, she expected Walter to freeze and for the power to start flowing. Oh, he would give her so much delectable power. She craved that feeling. Finally, in slow motion, their lips made contact. Then... nothing.

Nothing happened at all. It was just a kiss.

Courtney's song ceased and Walter managed to push her away. She only stared back at him blankly, her fury masked by a veneer of confusion. Why had he not given over his soul to her? Why wasn't he laying in a heap on the floor right now? A myriad of questions rushed through her mind.

"I'm an Aziza. Your kiss doesn't work on me." Walter said softly, almost apologetically. As soon as the words left his mouth, she knew it to be true. It was the only thing that could explain it.

"Fuuuuuck you!" Courtney wailed, then whirled and marched off.

The direction didn't matter, she needed to get space and figure out what to do. Walter had to go, that was for certain. She'd barely caught his little mind-fuck. What other Jedi shit had pulled on her? He was saying something but she wasn't focused on him as he followed her into the kitchen. She leaned on the counter with both hands, her back to him.

"... I'll fix it. Take it all back." Walter pleaded. With her back turned, it sounded like he was ready to get on his knees and beg. Courtney prepared a retort and was about to deliver it when her gaze fell upon the knife block. "I'm so sorry, my beloved."

"I'm not your beloved!" Courtney screamed, then snatched a knife and whirled.

Without a single thought, she lunged at Walter again. This time it wasn't for a kiss. The knife was raised high and she meant to kill him. Like a fencer, the chef's knife was held in front of her. Her off hand went back as she lunged in a natural pose of balance. However, she meant him real harm and came in strong with no sense of forward momentum.

Walter squeaked as if he were a mouse and back-stepped sideways just far enough that she only tore a gouge across his chest. Their legs got tangled and Courtney tumbled forward, her hands going out to protect herself from the fall. She felt the impact and a pinch in her chest, but was confused that she hadn't slammed against the floor. Twisting, she rolled onto her back and stared at her chest in disbelief. The chef's knife was buried to the hilt.

'Fuck. That sucks.' Courtney thought, the knife was blurry as she peered at it through glassy eyes.

"Oh, Courtney. No." Walter said, sliding to a stop on his knees above her. His hands shook and hovered above her chest. Courtney reached for the knife in a flash. "No, don't..." Walter managed, but she was upon him.

"Fuck you." Courtney gurgled, striking out and feeling a grim satisfaction as the blade bit into his skin.

Walter yelped and she slashed again, finding flesh a second time. Courtney scrambled to her knees and lashed out again and missed. Walter crawled away. On the next try, she let out a howl of satisfaction, thinking she had stabbed him between his shoulder blades. It was only his calf. Her vision was betraying her. She smiled grimly at the way he yelped and pulled away. The knife was wrenched away from her bloody hand.

"Fuck you..." Courtney whispered.

She no longer cared. Courtney was tired. So, so tired. She hissed and her body relaxed to the kitchen floor, numb with shock. Her eyes fluttered, fighting to stay open. Her head lolled to the side and her view of the adjacent wall started to narrow. Darkness threatened the borders of her vision. She willed the center of her vision to expand again but it would not.

Why did it matter? Did it matter? It didn't matter. She closed her eyes. Nothing mattered.

Courtney took one last, long, shuddering breath.

***

Walter placed one last, large stone onto the cairn. It wasn't a million dollar mausoleum, but it would do. Courtney's final resting place was not far from the Brasstown Bald Peak in northern Georgia. It wouldn't do to place her in a tourist spot on the highest peak, so one of the secondary peaks was a suitable alternative. Here, she could enjoy a view - if that's how it worked.

It had taken five hours that night to fully clean that kitchen. Blood was everywhere. It took another hour to clean Courtney up to his satisfaction. He even clumsily sutured her chest wound - not that it mattered. Images of her swaddled in her green kimono haunted Walter even now.

"Why?!" Walter wailed at the universe.

His head fell and his body shook with sobs. He didn't cry. Walter was out of tears. Only the agony of loss and despondency of guilt remained. He had failed her. He had failed his little girl. She had come around and Walter was certain that she had come back from the edge of madness. She couldn't finish her recovery because he betrayed her trust.

It wasn't his intent to give her suggestions. At least, none beyond the suggestion that she could control her urges. It wasn't an excuse, but he'd been giving suggestions to women his entire adult life. It was the easiest way to bend them to his will. Getting supplies of breast milk was so much easier when he could, with a simple phrase, make it their idea. The average woman would comply despite the level of cognitive dissonance it caused.

It was fascinating that Courtney saw through the suggestions with such clarity. It had to be because she was an Aziza. His mother had taught him that he was immune to the kiss of an Aziza. It was his daughter who taught him that she was immune to his suggestions. That is, when she wanted to be immune.

His failure hurt him deeply, right in the center of his being. The end of such a young, innocent life hurt even worse. Sure, Courtney had committed acts that made her far from innocent. However, that wasn't really her fault. She almost certainly didn't know that she would kill her uncle. She probably didn't know that the truck driver would fall to a similar fate. At some point she figured it out. By then, it was a matter of survival.

Walter rose and grimaced at the pain in his calf. The shallow slash across his chest was almost healed already, but it would take his shoulder and calf much longer. Those were deep stab wounds. With a limp, he approached the cairn once again.

Slowly, Walter lowered himself until he was laying atop the mound of stones. Heedless of the discomfort, he lay there. He just wanted to be with her one last time. Because he couldn't, he would have to be content to lay with her.

Walter wished that she had escaped that Halloween party. He wished that she had escaped him and his thoughtless actions. He could see it now, at least through the lens of despair; it all seemed pointless when your failure was as great as his. He felt a deep, hollow despair in his chest. His heart was broken.

It seemed clear to him in that moment; life was nothing more than a tragic masquerade.

From the Author:

This is a contest entry so don't forget to give this story a rating! I hope you enjoyed the story and also hope that you weren't disappointed by Courtney's fate. I did try to give solid cues that it would end that way. If you didn't catch those cues, that's my fault, not yours. I appreciate all of you. Thank you for reading and have a safe and Happy Halloween.

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☙ Randy Lector ❧