Ultimate Control 7: Final Battle for Control
By Elrohir, Elrohir57@GMail.com



(This is perhaps my last tribute/sequel to McInvictus' Ultimate Control, found
in volume #30 of Miscellaneous Stories. The rest of the Ultimate Control
series is in volume #33.)

She was walking around inside the Best Buy store, shopping to find just the
right one... and feeling a little remorse at having just drained Pete for the
third time in one day. He was still performing steadily and never failed to be
aroused by just the sight of her, but she knew he was weakening steadily
despite infusions of her essence and all the protein and iron pills she could
stuff into him. She knew if she kept up her current pace it would be only a
matter of time before she either overzealously fucked him to death or drained
away so much of him that he could not recover. She was appalled at herself for
even caring what happened to this man, who should have been nothing more than
food to her but was becoming much more. She found she actually LIKED him, but
more than that she could not help herself: She CRAVED the taste of his
essence, could not get enough of it, and that in itself concerned her. Even
though she had easily conquered him, his essence was filled with a quiet
spirit that deep down would somehow never completely surrender, and it
titillated her. There was also more good in him than in all of the last four
or five men she had consumed, and it helped counteract the perpetually evil
mood their essence had caused her. If she lost him, she was afraid the evil in
her might take over completely before she could find a suitable replacement,
and that could be disastrous for her as well as everyone she met.

She found the one she wanted at the computer repair counter. The white tag
attached to his blue polo shirt proclaimed his name to be "WILL", which made
her chuckle. Was it WILL, as in "will soon belong to me" or WILL as in "soon
to have none of his own"? She walked up to the counter and stood before him.
Despite being more intelligent than just about everyone around him, he was
painfully shy, and averted his eyes as he said "Hello, may I help you?"

"It's okay to look at me, you know" she said quietly, "all of me." He tried
not to look, but his eighteen year-old body overcame his 175 IQ and made him
stare in wonder at her (literally) killer body sheathed in a Lycra catsuit,
which clung to every one of her delicious curves. He been looking at the floor
in front of her, and as his gaze worked its way upward it took in her shapely
muscular legs, strong hips tapering to a small, power-packed waist with
six-pack abs topped by two giant orbs of breasts that defied description, and
finally his eyes rested on her fiercely beautiful face framed by
shoulder-length dark curls. Her eyes locked on his, and just before they took
away his WILL, his face flushed with embarrassment because he realized had a
raging hard-on. She knew this one was perfect: innocence, intellect, and a
massive member that might give Pete's a run for its money. "You will tell your
manager that I have a computer at home that cannot be brought in to be fixed,
and you must go to my house, for which I will pay both of you personally a
great deal of money as well as the standard fee to Best Buy. If he does not
agree to this, take me to see him." WILL disappeared into a nearby small
office for a moment, then reappeared and asked her to come with him. As she
entered the little office she closed the door behind her, leaving WILL
outside, and locked it. She confronted a twenty-something dumpy young man with
reddish blonde curly hair and a red face dressed in a blue polo with the name
tag TED. He was severely taken aback for a moment by the vision of her; he
gulped twice, and after a long moment finally found his voice.

"Hello, I-I-I'm ... ."

"TED, yes I know" she said dismissively. She stared into his eyes. He
instantly felt very small under her scrutiny, like a miscreant little child
being disciplined by a strict mother. "Sit down" she commanded, and he obeyed
without question, his eyes wide with fear but also with a growing arousal.
"TED, I have no time to argue. I'm taking WILL with me, and when I'm done with
him I will return him to you with my payment. Do you understand?" Like all the
others before him who had been imprisoned by her eyes, he could do little more
than nod. She languidly sauntered around behind the desk, still holding him in
her gaze. "Open your mouth." He did so, like a baby bird about to be fed. He
did not know what she was about to do to him, but he desperately wanted to
find out. She dribbled a long string of spittle into his mouth. He swallowed
it down without being told. He suddenly wanted anything this terrifying vixen
deigned to give him: love, pain, degradation, anything she wanted. She smiled
a cruel smile. "You'd better get cleaned up." She reached down and ran her
fingernail along the straining bulge in his pants.

"UGH! UUUUUGH! UUUUUGH!" escaped from him as his cock spasmed and cum exploded
into his pants. He had to hold onto the desk to keep from shaking out of the
chair. Contraction after contraction rolled through him, tensing his entire
body all at once and then releasing it only to have everything re-contract as
he climaxed yet again. He fell silent as the quaking overwhelmed him. He was
still emptying himself as she left the office and closed the door behind her.

"The boy in there says it's okay for you to come with me."

"You mean my boss?" WILL was confused.

"He used to be. I'm your boss, now""and his, for that matter."

They took a taxi back to the tidy little house on Daffodil Court. She didn't
want to waste any time so she bent the driver to her will only enough to make
him turn off the meter and then forget where he'd taken them. It wasn't hard
to do since he could barely take his eyes off her enough to keep the cab on
the road, and she mentally had to remind him where to turn, he was so
distracted. When they got out of the cab, he was watching her so hard he
didn't even think about driving away, so she playfully backed her round,
muscular backside in through the open front passenger window, and he crawled
over the seat to kiss it. She explosively flexed her glutes into his face,
knocking him backward. She turned and laughed, and waved him away. "GO!" she
commanded, and he drove away, lost in a lustful reverie, and then lost
geographically until he drove around a while and found a familiar landmark.

They had left almost at closing time, so no one would miss Will when he didn't
return that night. As he followed her into the house, despite the fact that he
was a geeky teenager his male hormones were flooding through him, scrambling
his brain. "Where is the computer you need to have fixed?" he said,
tentatively. He absent-mindedly removed his shoes as his mother had repeatedly
chided him to do in order not to dirty the carpet.

"The only thing I need right now is to download that magnificent hard-drive of
yours" she said, smiling with amusement as she lightly grabbed his massive
bulge through his pants. He almost melted as the pleasure of her touch
electrified him and set him afire. She pulled his head down and kissed him
roughly, passionately, violently. She released his lips, grabbed the placket
of his polo shirt and ripped it apart down the front until it was completely
rent open, then ripped the shirt off him and threw it away. She grabbed his
ass with one hand and pulled him to her, and then sucked on one nipple for
several moments, sucking so hard it began to bleed. He cried out in pain and
pleasure but she clapped a hand over his mouth and silenced him, then
unbuckled his pants, unzipped them, and then ripped the zipper apart and
continue ripping until the crotch was torn open and she could allow them to
fall to the floor. She scooped him up in her incredible arms and cradled him,
then lifted him until she could envelop a good portion of his stiff and
throbbing member with her mouth. She curled him like a barbell with her arms,
pumping him up and down, in and out of her mouth. He managed to withstand this
exquisite torture for a full two minutes before succumbing, quite an
achievement for a virgin, she thought. He cried out as he gushed forth in one
long roller-coaster orgasm that had him trembling with each release of fresh
cum. She gulped it down, swallowing more greedily than a fraternity boy
chugging a beer, and she didn't spill a drop as she drank him dry.

He moaned as he felt something more than cum going out of him. It was almost
more orgasmic than the previous physical ejaculation, at least until the
weakness set in, making him dizzy and a little nauseated. He moaned again when
he felt as if he was fading away to nothing. His eyes began to close, and she
stopped just short of draining him completely, leaving him still
semi-conscious but so weak he was unable to move. She carried him back to the
spare bedroom and laid him on the bed next to Pete, who stirred when he felt
the bed move. "This is Will, pet. He will be staying with us for a while so I
don't have to drain you so often. I must say he just gave me quite a meal!"

"Why does he have to stay with me?" Pete said, humiliated, jealous, and
instantly regretting having said it.

Her eyes flashed, causing Pete to tremble. "You know very well why" she said
as if reprimanding a petulant child. "No man sleeps with me. A man may lie
with me from time to time, just as you have, but he will never sleep while
doing so." She pulled off her thigh-high boots and slipped out of her catsuit,
letting it drop to the floor. "You also know that a good draining makes me
crave a good fucking, and vice versa ... ." Pete really didn't have to be told
that; the sight of the evil goddess naked had already brought his much-abused
member to attention yet again. He hated her, but could not resist her: each
fucking (and draining, for that matter) rocked his world with more painful
pleasure than he had experienced ever before. He was addicted to it even
though he hated it. He craved it despite the fact he knew it soon might kill
him. She swung her legs up on the bed and mounted him in one swift motion,
invoking the usual command: "YOU WILL NOT COME UNTIL ... ." She rode him
mercilessly, pounding him into the bed until he thought his hips might break
and his cock might literally explode if finally she did allow him to come. The
shaking of the bed caused Will to wake up somewhat: his eyes opened dreamily
and he looked over to see his new Goddess fucking Pete into oblivion. He
watched without blinking, his own considerable young cock rising to its full
height.

She noticed Will's impressive display and paused. "Mmm, I've got an idea ... "
she mused. "Pete, stay hard and do not move." She rose up, walked around the
bed and picked up Will, cradling him as she carried him out of the bedroom,
through the kitchen and out into the garage. She gently laid him on his back
on Pete's weight bench, used a jump rope to tie Will's hands to the barbell,
then tied his feet to the legs of the bench with a set of jumper cables she
found there. He was really still too weak to move; she tied him in place
primarily to keep him from falling off the bench. "Don't go anywhere!" she
laughed. As she walked out she thought to herself how remarkable the boy's
erectile resilience was, and vowed to take advantage of it. She returned to
the spare bedroom. "Come with me, Pete." He was hesitating; she could feel his
mind struggling against her power, trying to make himself disobey her. This
was what endeared her to him: All the other mounts she had kept for any length
of time had broken, eventually completely worshiping and adoring her, so much
that she soon became bored with them, but this one was not broken even though
he had been completely conquered. She relished his strugglling"" he was able
each time to withstand just a little bit more, and each time she had to use
just a little more power to overcome him. After several moments he was still
struggling against her command, and she found it incredibly arousing. That's
it, baby, fight me, she thought. She could feel the torture of his struggle,
and it was delicious! It went on for almost two minutes, and when finally he
succumbed she was sopping wet with anticipation and was almost on the point of
coming. Finally she tired of toying with him and blasted him with thought:
"Get up-- NOW!" Against his will he leaped to his feet, and she immediately
grabbed hold of his steel-hard erection and led him to the garage. When they
stood abreast of where Will was strapped down, she pulled Pete to her and
kissed him violently. Will's erection had flagged briefly while he waited but
now returned with a vengeance, magnificently excited and standing tall,
craving release, but he grunted in frustration because he could not even touch
himself.

She bent and scooped under Pete's thighs and stood up with his legs across her
shoulders, his upper body suspended in air while his one-eyed monster stared
straight at her. She moved over and straddled Will, commanding both of them
not to come, then mounted Will at the same instant she went down on Pete. She
launched into an unbelievable series of rapid up and down squats on Will's
throbbing rod while rhythmically sucking in and blowing out Pete's quivering
engorged member as he was forced to ride up and down on her shoulders.

Pete felt abjectly humiliated by being suspended helpless in mid-air while she
had her way with him and simultaneously fucked another man, knowing he was
powerless to oppose her or even deny his own arousal. Will, on the other hand,
was in complete awe of her power. He couldn't believe how effortlessly she
held the big guy aloft while pumping herself up and down on his iron rod,
pounding his prostrate body into the bench, apparently rocking both their
worlds, given the sounds that were involuntarily emanating from Pete above
him. It was amazing how her muscles didn't really show themselves until she
flexed them, but oh, when she did they were beyond amazing! Her thighs became
massive, expanding and contracting steel machines with each stroke, while her
arms remained balled into mountains of stone as she held the big guy in place.
Will was beside himself with excitement, and reached peak after peak of
electric tension, his body crying out for release but finding none as each
pumping stroke drove him ever higher. Pete's cock felt electrified and so
engorged it might literally explode if he didn't get release soon. His whole
body trembled with tension, too, as he rode up and down on her shoulders with
each of her strokes, her suction rhythm keeping exact time with her fucking.
Eventually each man's tensing body became timed simultaneous to the other
man's, in a completely synchronized rhythm. As she was reaching her own peak,
she silently removed the block she had imposed on them, so each would be
allowed each to come naturally whenever he was ready. As their synchronized
peaks approached, however, so did hers. She went over the edge and came harder
than she had in a long time, every part of her body contracting all at once.
Her vagina clamped down on Will's overstimulated cock while a reflexive sharp
burst of suction from her shocked Pete's captive member and drew out all its
contents. They all three cried out in unison in painful ecstasy as the two men
exploded into her, quickly expending themselves into both her hungry
receptacles, which contained and consumed both hot loads, not spilling a drop
of either one.

Her vaginal muscles continued milking Will until post-coital sensitivity
caused him to yelp, so she was content to merely squeeze out his last few
drops. Already weakened from his earlier draining, he was now exhausted as
well, and instantly fell asleep. She was unwilling to curb her enthusiasm for
Pete's essence, however, and drained more and more from him until he faded,
his head lolling and his body limp, though he was still breathing. She lowered
him and sat him against the weight bench, his head resting on the side of
Will's chest. The combination of an incredible natural orgasm combined with
the simultaneous infusion of two men's essence at once invigorated her already
powerful self beyond measure. She felt as powerful as a tornado, and felt
compelled to exercise that power. She jumped and grabbed one of the rafters of
the garage and chinned herself 100 times in a minute or so, then kipped up and
stood on the rafter, dancing gracefully to her own internal music until she
rounded off to land on the floor in a perfect dismount, slightly cracking the
concrete floor. She smiled wickedly at the two comatose men and picked them
up, one in each arm like a girl carrying two rag dolls, and carried them back
into the spare bedroom. She laid Pete on his back and placed Will face down on
top of him with his feet toward Pete's head, so that each man's junk was in
the face of the other one. She would have loved to have inserted each penis
into a corresponding mouth, but was afraid one of them might be a night-time
teeth gnasher. She could insert them later, anyway, after they woke up.

Needing to expend some energy, she found an old pair of Pete's running shorts
and one of Debbie's old sports bras (which barely contained her massive
breasts but would have to do) and went for a run outside in the cool night
air. She set off at a brisk but not superhuman pace, covering the first ten
miles in about 50 minutes. It felt so good, her legs pumping like iron
pistons, drawing in massive amounts of fresh air and expelling foul carbon
dioxide, cleaning her lungs and her blood as she powered through to the return
loop, which meandered through an upscale neighborhood. She was almost to the
end of that leg of the run when she spied an arrogant-looking man in an
expensive-looking track suit walking a humongous Bull Mastiff. She slowed to a
brisk walk as she approached him, and then slowed to a languid, sauntering
pace just before meeting him. She was upwind of him so that her musky scent
preceded her, and by the time she reached him he was staring open-mouthed,
already mesmerized by her scent and the vision of the scantily-clad goddess
before him. She stared into his eyes and grabbed behind his head, forcing his
face down to hers, where she roughly kissed him. After perhaps ten seconds she
roughly broke the kiss and reached down to touch the bulge straining against
his Lycra running pants. "OOOF!" he cried as he felt the air go out of his
lungs and his flesh cannon fired off all of its ammunition at once. He fell to
his hands and knees, soaked in his own cum, out of breath and quaking. She
injected a thought into the mastiff's brain that convinced it that his master
had suddenly become a female Alsatian in heat. The giant canine mounted the
man and began going to town, oblivious to his frantic protests, actually
managing to poke a hole through the Lycra before releasing his own load. She
chuckled and trotted off before the whole show was completed.

She ran home, showered and dried herself. She walked naked past the two men's
room, noting with amusement that they were both still snoring into each
others' crotches. She went into the Mistress bedroom and lay down on the
queen-sized bed, stretching, catlike, to her full length. It had been a good
day, and she planned to have quite a few more just like this one. She liked
this town (although she was going to have find something more suitable than
this dumpy little house) and she was very pleased with the two well-endowed
mounts she had acquired: one she knew was totally enthralled by her and would
do anything she wanted up to the point of killing for her, maybe even killing
himself if she so desired. The other despised her, but was addicted to her and
could do nothing about it. It was so arousing watching and feeling that one
struggle to rebel against her power only to be overwhelmed and dominated by
her every time. Oh, yes, life was good ... . She slept better that night than
she had in ages, and that was saying something.

Even with her superior stamina and concentration, Debbie had driven about as
far as she could in one stretch, over 2000 miles. She pulled into a rest area
at about 1:00 a.m. and parked far away from all the other cars, shutting down
the GT-R but leaving the windows cracked open for ventilation. She set her
subconscious internal clock to wake her up in two hours and napped peacefully.
When she awoke, she stretched and then walked to the service pavilion to
purchase a bottle of water.

Despite the heavy traffic on the highway, there did not seem to be many people
awake in the rest area ... as she reached the entrance, however, she sensed
someone who was wide awake, crouching in the bushes near the door. She could
feel his evil intent, though his plans seemed unclear. Quickly she analyzed
the situation and decided he might be just what she needed. She turned her
back to him as she reached for the door handle; he sprang out of the bushes,
put his left hand over her mouth and pulled her backward while holding a knife
to her neck with his right. "If you scream I'll cut your throat" he hissed. He
dragged her around to back of the building, which faced a wooded area so no
one would see them. He was amazed at how heavy this little woman was, like she
was made out of concrete or something.

"Please don't hurt me!" she whispered. "I'll give you whatever you want, just
don't hurt me!"

"Hmm, what should I do with you?" he smiled. In truth, he was not sure which
particular kind of booty he wanted at this moment. She sensed that, and
planted a thought in his head. "Ah! Get on your knees, bitch!" She dropped to
her knees, facing him. He undid his pants and dropped them. "Suck my dick, you
whore!" She hesitated, feigning revulsion. "Do it now, if you want to live,
baby!" he growled.

Debbie went to work on him, and for the first ten seconds it was the best blow
job of his life. At the tenth second, however, she made him come harder than
was humanly possible; it was suddenly excruciatingly painful, and caused him
to begin bleeding severely from his penis as its blood vessels ruptured with
the unprecedented violent expulsion of all the semen he possessed in one
single massive contraction. She drank away all of it and continued to take in
the blood even as she began on his essence. At twenty seconds he became dizzy
and weak, dropping the knife and falling to his knees. She pushed him over
onto his back and pounced on his softening member, sucking out most of the
rest of his essence along with a good portion of his blood. Just as he was
about to go unconscious, she bit completely through his shaft and wrenched it
free. She chewed it for a few seconds, savoring its meaty flavor, and then
swallowed it. The sudden agony burned into his brain, but he was so weak the
most he could manage was a low moan that only she and he heard. When he
finally became still, she wiped her mouth on his shirt, then stood up and
walked away without looking back. He was still alive but just barely, though
he might not remain so if he wasn't found right away. Either way, she didn't
care.

His essence was a vile mix of evil meanness, but it nevertheless made her
stronger. The meanness itself might be good for her, she thought. It would
help her accomplish the task ahead. An influx of cruel power flooded through
her veins, and she roared out of the rest area, pushing the GT-R well past the
speed limit for several miles. Luckily there were no consequences, and she
soon stabilized herself and proceeded at a more prudent pace. With still
almost 500 miles to go, there was plenty of time to plan the various forms of
punishment she intended to inflict on the one who had both blessed and cursed
her with her new abilities, and who had usurped her in her own home.

As soon as the dark one awoke, she sensed something, or rather, the lack of
something. She had a sense of everything around her, except in one particular
direction which corresponded to the back door. For some reason there was a
blank area there that she could not sense, and it did not bode well for her:
It meant that someone was masking herself, and that could only mean another
Sentient must be nearby.

Just as she walked towards the back door to investigate, there was a loud
"BOOM!" and it burst open and flew off its hinges. A rather short blonde
powerhouse of a woman dressed in a white tank top, white shorts, and bare feet
stepped unhurriedly through the doorway. She had massive breasts that
complimented an hourglass figure that gave her a well-muscled, brick shithouse
body that appeared ready to take the house apart. There was an intense blue
fire in her eyes that threatened to set the room on fire.

"I thought you might come back" said the Dark One. They recognized each other,
even though they had never met. "Have you come to thank me for creating you?"
she smiled cruelly. It was more of a sneer.

"Thank you??? Ha! I was perfectly happy in my old life as a NORMAL, ordinary
housewife who loved her husband and was loved in return. You have cursed me,
CURSED ME, do you hear? I can't STAND the fact that I'm stronger, faster, and
smarter than everyone around me. It is THE LONELIEST existence a woman could
ever have, and I'm going to make YOU pay for what you've done to me! But
first, for better or worse, I'm going to reclaim my husband."

"You're welcome to try ... " she began, but they were suddenly interrupted by
a loud disturbance in the spare bedroom.

"EWWW! GET YOUR DICK OUT OF MY FACE, ASSHOLE!" There was the thump of Will
hitting the floor. The Dark One could not help but chuckle at her little
practical joke; she would have to punish the boys for fighting, later, and
that would be SO much fun. Pete emerged from the bedroom, still naked. When he
saw the Dark One naked also, like Pavlov's dog at the sound of the bell, he
began salivating and his substantial member quickly became erect. Then he saw
that his long-gone wife was also standing there. "DEBBIE!" His face flushed
bright red, and he tried to cover himself with his hands, to no avail. His
hard-on would not go away, and he was extremely distressed because he was not
sure which woman was causing it to act with a mind of its own.

Debbie stared into his eyes with blue fire. "Pete! Get your clothes on and
come with me, Honey. You're still mine. Let me get you somewhere safe, and
I'll come back and evict this bitch." He immediately turned to go back in the
bedroom to look for his clothes.

"STAY WHERE YOU ARE, MY PET" she bellowed. "YOU'LL ANSWER TO ONLY ME, OR ELSE
YOU'LL ANSWER TO NO ONE ELSE EVER AGAIN!" Pete froze; he was unable to move
his feet. Another devastating blast of thought struck his brain, and he was
turned toward Debbie. There then began a massive psychic tug-of-war between
the two Sentients, with Pete's mind as the rope. There was another blasted
command from the Dark One, turning him toward her, but then both women's
forceful powers entered his brain at the same time and took hold of him,
pulling it in two different directions. Pet turned one way, then the other.
The heat was building up in his brain as the "rope" began to fray. His mind
was being pulled apart, and he cried out in pain as his brain seemed to be
turning into mush and he seemed to be burning up. He began shaking and his
eyes rolled back in his head; he felt himself breaking down, his mind cracking
off little parts at the edge, but would soon totally break up. He was sure
that if he even survived this power battle he would likely be a vegetable,
because his thoughts were already so scrambled he no longer knew what was
happening beyond the searing pain in his head. He blanked out except for the
pain.

Debbie's face flushed with the effort; she began crying with frustration and
concern for Pete. She finally relented, choosing to give up Pete in order to
save him. He sank to his knees before the Dark One, exhausted and relieved
that the pain had ceased. She stepped forward and placed her hand behind his
head. "PLEASURE ME" she commanded, guiding him as he buried his face in her
pussy, licking and sucking at her engorged clit. Victory always aroused her.
She sighed with satisfaction, and looked over at Debbie and smiled as she did
so. "Mmm ... ."

Debbie's face became even darker red, and a low growl rose up from within her.
Suddenly she bolted forward at the Dark One, her hands outstretched and
reaching for the bitch's neck. She had totally forgotten all of her martial
arts training. The woman pivoted to meet her, her hip bashing Pete's head,
knocking him onto his back. He laid there trying to pull himself together.

She caught Debbie's hands with her own, their fingers interlacing in an
impromptu and deadly serious game of Mercy. She had a slight advantage in
being several inches taller, but Debbie's shorter, more thickly muscled arms
were proportionally stronger. She tried to bend Debbie's wrists and push her
down; Debbie held her off but could gain no advantage herself. They struggled
this way for several minutes, grunting, their faces grimly contorted with
effort, until Debbie suddenly pulled instead of pushing, planting a foot in
The Dark One's midsection as she fell backwards, launching her overhead,
releasing her as high as possible to make the throw as far as possible. The
Dark One's back struck the kitchen doorframe, splintering it, and being upside
down she fell on her head. She instantly sprang to her feet, however, but was
looking shaken.

She charged Debbie and threw a right cross at her head, but Debbie ducked
under it and wrapped her arms around the dark woman's torso in a front bear
hug. She squeezed the woman's ribs as hard as she could, and was rewarded when
the bitch opened in her mouth to cry out in surprise and pain. Debbie
explosively spat as much of her essence as she could muster into the woman's
mouth: her look of shock deepened. Debbie's essence quickly began attacking
hers, and the two were warring for control of her mind. Her body went slack as
her mind focused all its energy on resisting being controlled. Debbie released
her but remained vigilant. The Dark One backed away until she was against the
wall. Her face remained contorted with conflict, then her eyelids began
flickering, and finally her expression went blank and she sank to her knees.
She slowly looked up at Debbie with a soft, child-like stare.

Debbie stared hotly into her eyes with intense blue fire. "You belong to ME,
now" she said firmly, while dropping her shorts to the floor. "I've tasted
your juices; now it is time for you to taste mine, so you will know who I am.
She guided the woman's head to her dripping pussy and pushed it into her. The
woman obediently began licking and sucking Debbie like a mad woman. It went on
for several minutes, until Debbie's reverie was interrupted by the seeing
Pete, who had recovered somewhat and was now watching them, his hand slowly
stroking a giant erection. The sight put Debbie over the edge, and she came
like Niagara Falls, drenching the woman's face and flooding her mouth with her
delicious nectar. Debbie had to step back and brace herself against the table
while the contractions washed over her like a crashing ocean waves.

Something immediately began to happen to The Dark One. She licked her lips as
her tongue began to tingle; the conflicted expression returned to her face,
after which a new fire arose in her eyes. She suddenly focused on Debbie,
sprang to her feet and threw her to the floor. She pounced on Debbie and tried
to pin her hands, but Debbie grabbed her wrists and thrust forward, pulling
the woman on top of her. The two rolled over twice, each trying to gain
advantage, until Debbie wound up on top. The two stared hotly in each other's
eyes, trying to intimidate each other, their faces inching ever closer in
order to assert power. Abruptly they both turned their faces slightly and
their lips locked in a violent kiss, their tongues wrestling for supremacy.
They rolled again, but this time it was so they could embrace each other,
their hands roaming over each other's bodies, lips still locked in passionate
battle. Pete could take no more, and erupted in a nervously intense orgasm,
his hot cum shooting across the floor, a few drops of it landing on Debbie's
backside.

At length, they parted, both smiling as they looked into each other's eyes.
Debbie rose to her feet and with a hand helped The Dark One up. They walked
hand in hand toward the Mistress bedroom. Debbie turned her head to look at
Pete, and with her other hand she scooped up the droplets of his nectar from
her gorgeous ass and licked them off her fingers. She smiled and blew him a
kiss; a hot wind breezed through him, amazingly arousing him again.

They went into the Mistress bedroom and closed the door behind them. Pete
approached on tiptoe as close as he dared and tried to hear what was
happening. There was a sultry sound of laughter, followed by a long bit of
muffled noises; Pete thought at one point he heard the headboard bump the wall
once or twice. Will sneaked up and stood next to Pete, his eye black from
where he'd hit it on a shoe when Pete dumped him off their bed. Suddenly they
heard a cacophonous two-part harmony of moans, followed shortly thereafter by
what sounded like two she-lions roaring in triumph.

"What do you think this means for us?" whispered Will.

"I dunno, Kid" said Pete, shivering, "but I would imagine we'd better drink
plenty of water and eat some Wheaties ... ."