Chapter One
Alison de la Fuentes's origins are as pedestrian as all those in the Tyrants' inner circle. She was only a middling student at a local community college when she encountered them.
----excerpt from
The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy
, by Tina Allard
Thursday, June 6th, 2013 -- Mark Glassner -- South Hill
Mary and I exited the Heavenly Creature's Salon, arm's wrapped around each other's waists. "Where's your car?" Mary asked, peering curiously around the parking lot.
"I got rid of that pile of shit," I told her, leading her to my new, silver Mustang. "Here's my new ride, Mare."
Mary raised her eyebrows at the car. "How'd that happened?"
"I traded my car for it."
"How can you do that? Everyone just does what you tell them to."
It was simple, I made a deal with the Devil and now people have to do what I tell them, happily and willingly. But I didn't want to tell Mary that. "If you really want to know, I'll tell you tonight. Think carefully about it. You won't like the answer."
She frowned at me, her auburn eyebrows furrowing. "What does that mean?"
"Just think about it," I told her. I could tell her to just forget about it. But something stopped me. I loved her. It didn't feel right making her do what I wanted to. She wasn't like the other women. I kissed her on forehead. "I love you."
She blushed and smiled. "Love you too, hun." Her lips were soft and warm as she kissed me. "So you're going to buy me new clothes?"
"I am," I told her. "You can get whatever you want. No matter the cost."
"Well then, I hope you can keep up."
"I'm your stallion. I have loads of stamina." At least sexual stamina. Another thing I received from the Devil, as well as a long, healthy life.
She giggled. "I bet you do." Her hand grasped my cock and felt it hardened beneath her touch. Then she slipped into the passenger seat of my Mustang. "Come on," she said impatiently.
"Okay, Mare," I said, adjusting my cock in my pants. I slid into my new Mustang and started her up; the engine roared gloriously to life.
"The Mustang fits you," Mary said as I backed out of the space. "You're free from the rules of society. You're a wild horse roaming the plains, mounting any filly you want."
I grinned at her.
"You can have all the filly's you want, just remember I'm your number one mare."
"Forever," I answered and she nodded. "Of course, you're free to mount just as many fillies."
Mary laughed in a rich, musical timbre. "How would two fillies fuck?" she asked. "I don't think mounting would work. Maybe they would just back into each other to rub pussies together."
I laughed, picturing two horses pressing their rears together.
"Maybe they would take turns licking," I suggested, stopping at the light at the parking lot's exit. Across the street was our destination, the South Hill Mall.
Mary laughed harder. "Like...a salt...lick,?" she gasped between laughs. Her laugh was contagious and I found myself joining her. She turned a bright red and it was a minute before she regained her composure. "I've always wanted horses," she said after she caught her breath. "I remember the last summer before..." she trailed off, sadness flickering across her face. "The summer before my mom left, she took me out riding in the mountains. They were majestic creatures. Have you ever ridden a horse?"
"No," I said with a shake of my head. The light turned green and I crossed Meridian. "Maybe we could go riding together."
Mary smiled at me. "I would like that."
I found a place to park. I used the remote to lock the car and chuckled as all the lights flashed and the horn honked. I never had a car with remote locks before; I unlocked it and locked it again. Horn beeped, electronic locks whirled, car lights strobed.
Mary watched with an amused expression. "Having fun?"
"Yeah," I said, unlocking the car again. She rolled her eyes at me and I grinned at her, and locked the door. "Fine, I'm finished."
Arms wrapped around each other's waist, we headed into the mall.
* * *
Alison Hertz
I woke up with my face buried beneath the covers and something thick and hard stuck into my pussy. I pushed down the covers and found myself face to face with a sleeping woman. It took me a moment to remember who she was. Zelda.
We had a wild time last night,
my subconscious whispered.
Zelda was a punk-rocker, her black hair spiked up into a mohawk, the tips dyed red. I could see her small breasts, barely more than a bee stings, but with fat nipples pierced with gold rings that I vaguely remember pulling on last night. A green serpent was tattooed on her right breast, and my fingers traced the snake as it circled her breast to her pink nipple.
Someone shifted in the bed, pressing against me. A guy with a muscular chest and a hard cock. Last night was starting to come back to me. I had used my fake ID to get into the Thudding Base Club last night--it was stupid that I was an adult, almost nineteen, and I couldn't legally buy beer--and my subconscious had noticed Zelda and Spike grinding on each other. They were hot, and my desires practically compelled me to go and join them.
My subconscious never steered me wrong, and what little I could remember of last night had been hot.
Spike's hard cock prodded my ass, and my blood started pumping.
Let him fuck our ass,
my desire whispered.
Imagine that nice, hard cock reaming our tight asshole until we scream.
I wiggled my hip, then frowned; there was definitely something shoved up my cunt. I reached down and felt the narrow end of a beer bottle, the thick end shoved up my pussy. How absolutely wicked! I loved fucking my pussy with beer bottles, just ask anyone that ever partied with me! You didn't even need to get a beer in me; I loved to show off my little cunt stretched around a thick bottle.
