"Job well done Lukas. That deserves donuts."
Young Lukas Porcupine had told Nick Sanchez about his vision when they left the REZ earlier. If Dawn Bearpaw was listening in on their conversation, she might have laughed over it. However, Nick had one hell of a time splitting up she and Midnight Amador, after higher dosages of their sexual stimulation drug X-AP347 compiled with their newest addiction the lotion 41-8R4217 the beauties were hard to pry off of one another. Too scrawny to carry either girl Lukas watched Nick manhandle Dawn and take her to the bed of the truck and toss her up into it. With ropes tied to the hooks Tom Sylver had welded into the bed she was bound spread eagle face up, the warm sun shining down on her bronze flesh and energizing the cells in her skin. Eyes rolled back as if possessed she could not stop squirming, juices flooding out of her cunt with zero effort. Lukas worried she might need an exorcist. "Should we call Pastor Sage?"
"No! We will never call Pastor Sage."
"I like donuts."
Nick patted the boy on the shoulder and turned away to walk back around the house to retrieve Midnight Amador. While Nick was gone, Lukas stood watch over his new charge, astonished by her squealing and mumbling of "Forever Kami, forever!" Lukas thought she said comic. "I'll read you that Werewolf by Night comic you bought me tonight." He told her and sat on the tailgate, reaching back to playfully tickle the bottom of her foot now that her Go Go boots were inside the cab. The slightest caress made her hips rise up and her pussy squirt. "Whoa!" The boy wondered if he had some magic touch. A swift vision of Dawn howling like a wolf he smiled. "You will love the comic." Too funny!
Midnight was found on all fours, her left arm beneath her body reaching back to finger her cunt, her other hand over her spine probed her anus. Nick stood over her grinning. "Works like a charm, Euge!" In reference to his old friend Eugene. "Fuck she's beautiful wearing that gloss. I wonder how often I need to apply that? I'll have to call Eugene later and discuss any further advances. I should put their stainless-steel butt plugs back in... no... today is open game. Obsibian..." He switched topics wondering about a certain bounty hunter on his payroll.
"She should be back on the hunt for Cybercock by now. Bitch never sleeps. Good thing, for as much as I pay her for her skills." Tossing Midnight over his back she fought to keep her holes busy. Swatting her left-hand Nick shoved three fingers up her asshole to compensate. She was very grateful for his concern.
Reaching the truck he sat her on the gate, Lukas moving over. Seeing the young man, Midnight reached over and rubbed his leg going straight for his bulging inseam. Nick caught her advance and snapped, "OVER BEARPAW! 69!" He sounded like a quarterback. Excitable Midnight kissed Lukas on the cheek then crawled across her slave sister planting her sopping wet cunt directly on Dawn's face. The juices combined with Midnight's perspiration made Bearpaw squirt again. Face diving in viciously, Midnight ran her tongue up inside the watering hole. Lukas grimaced at her decision.
"She is going to drown." Nick hoped that wasn't a vision. "Nick?" He asked the man in black as he stood up in the bed to move around the girls in order to change his plans slightly. Loosening Bearpaw he looked at Lukas for the question. "Why are we tying them up?"
"So that they don't get hurt riding in the bed."
"There's room up front."
"They do not belong up front. I'm driving. You're riding shotgun." Nick coaxed the girls to curl limbs around one another as anchors to hold them firmly in place. Like one big ball they were bound tightly to one another in their feeding frenzy. Worried Lukas might be right about drowning, he slapped Bearpaw in the cheek, "BREATHE! Don't inhale so much bathwater." Whimpering Dawn nodded but never once let her tongue and teeth stop torturing Midnight's delectable cunt. Ropes meeting their limits with the hooks, the girls could only move their heads. Stepping toward the bed he crouched before Midnight and lifted her head up by her long silky black mane. "Goes for you too Dorei. Breath between snorkeling." A muffled, "Yes, Kami." He let her return to gnawing on Dawn's clit.
"Midnight likes comics too?"
"Sure!" Nick chuckled. "Superman is her favorite." Yes, he was!
Upon dropping off of the tailgate he chose to leave it down while driving. In the snug knots he put them in there was no possible way they would go sliding out even if he took corners fast. The tilt of the rear suspension offered assist in that too. Let traffic see them, let the world get used to their new neighbors.
Cell ringing Nick pulled it from his jeans pocket and noted the caller as Clinton Biles. Now that he was a free man, he had his cell back. "Biles?"
"Hey, Chief! You have time to drop by and pick me up? Mindy and Brit took off while I was in the shower. No car right now."
"Meet me at the gas station in fifteen minutes. I need to fill up the Raptor, it was running low yesterday. Pretty sure Bearpaw didn't bother now that it's my truck."
"You own the Raptor?" Clinton winced on his end, lacing his boots up. "Don't answer that. You own everything."
"Fifteen. Be ready to pump my gas."
"I'll be there, nozzle in my hand." He chuckled. "You won't believe what... Nick? Nick?" Hung up! "I hate when he does that." Lukas thought of Batman at the time, the hero always disappearing on people in the blink of an eye.
"Let's ride Pronto." Tonto!
"I'm Robin!"
"I'm Bad Man!"
No question about that.
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Caretaker, South Carolina, the home of Sheldon and Tilly Cooper.
Irene Amador, sister to Matilda Sage-Cooper woke up feeling much better, her burns and head trauma still a thing of course, but that only required new bandages and a few good pain thrillers. While never indulging drugs she was grateful for their provided relief. Tilly knocking on the guest room door invited herself in. "Breakfast." With Irene sitting up prepared to slowly walk to the adjoining restroom Tilly hurried to sit her breakfast tray down.
"Do not coddle me Tilly. I am stronger than I appear." Regardless, her elder sister hovered without touch. Standing, Irene carefully walked the good twelve feet to the bathroom and closed the door before lifting her borrowed nightgown to squat and urinate.