Relationships, as it turned out, were a little difficult to quantify in Cinder Bay. For example, she and Elora were a couple, and that was in no doubt between them or anyone else. Yet, as Elora had mentioned the day she'd revealed herself as formerly Susan Quinn, George could have any woman in Cinder Bay and this wasn't only due to a certain elite status that those who were genetically compatible enjoyed. In Cinder Bay, anyone could have sex with anyone, but George and Elora truly loved one another. The happiest moments of George's life were spent in their suite, a temporary living arrangement while they waited for their own home in a planned subdivision behind
Ricki's Supermarket.
Together, they cuddled, speaking of their lives prior to meeting there in Cinder Bay, the experiences that defined them as people, and making plans for the future. They chased each other around the suite, screaming and laughing and having the best sex that George never could have imagined. It was a life that was suddenly so happy that George often feared waking up to find that it was all a dream that the harsh light of day would cruelly rip from her hands.
Bess, however, was a much better example of Cinder Bay's unquantifiable relationships. While happily playing the town slut, she seemed to be getting a lot closer to Mr. Carmody and his wife, Vivian Hildebrandt. She was something like an adopted daughter/plaything and enjoyed their dominant treatment of her almost as much as she enjoyed teasing their son, Manny until he could take no more and forced himself on her. There was even some talk of moving her into their home.
"Let us pray," Reverend Muren toned as the organ faded, bowing her head to lead the congregation into the service's opening prayer. "Lord, as we gather in your name, let us not allow jealousy into our hearts, but open them to our brethren as we do our legs. Teach us to love and care for one another, sharing our holy intentions as we share our beautiful bodies. Allow not the greed of the world outside this community to enter, allow not the people assembled here to suffer from starvation that one may have abundance, but to eat and drink the healthy yield of your creation as we eat and drink of our wet pussies and hard cocks. Let us not show another indifference and separation, but true caring as we fuck each other to orgasm. Lord, in your Holy name, we pray."
In unison, she and the congregation finished with,
"Amen."
Part two
As the classroom clock took its maddening time, Eloise tried not to stare at Angela Thorne. The barely eighteen year old blonde student was nothing like George in body or face, but her personality was somewhat the same. Eloise wondered if, once home, the girl stripped off her schoolgirl skirt and blouse in favour of jeans and T-shirt. Maybe tight jeans and T-shirt. Licking her lips, Eloise pictured this, the girl's shirt pulled up to her neck, jeans open while she explored the contents of her panties, twitching and flinching with her big, beautiful titties half out of her bra.
Realizing that she was staring, Eloise looked down at her desk, trying to wipe these thoughts from her mind. She was reminded then of something Anna Phillips had once mentioned about how hard it must be for her to be constantly surrounded by such lovely young ladies, but never being allowed to touch. With a sigh, she squeezed her upper thighs together, thinking instead of how fortunate it was that the men of Cinder Bay were all sterile.
They'd had their way with her in Suite 408. All of them, one after another. They'd ejaculated inside her pussy, mouth and ass, on her body, in her face and hair. When they were done, when they took George and Bess to be 'baptised', as they'd called it, they tied Nancy to the other bed in the same manner as she was and then proceeded to use her as well. After that, Colonel Marks and Gul Ghanem visited, but even they weren't the last. They kept coming, different men who'd obviously been told of their vulnerability there in Suite 408, using them at will, sometimes by themselves and sometimes as a group. And throughout it all, the worst thing about it for Eloise was that she'd enjoyed it almost as much as Nancy had.
It wasn't that they were men. It was the pure and simple pleasure of their cocks sliding in and out of her wanting pussy, her ass and even her mouth. It was only the pure pleasure that they gave and that she, thanks to the influence of the columns, helplessly wallowed in, but each man left her as much a lesbian as she'd been before she'd ever heard of Cinder Bay.
After they'd finally untied them and let them go, when it was clear that they were incompatible with the organism, they weren't in the slightest bit interfered with as they packed their belongings and headed directly down to the side parking lot to Nancy's rented Mustang. The car started easily and they were allowed to simply leave town, driving in silence until they had to stop for gas.
At a nearby motel, they were able to shower and change, looking at themselves and each other in the clothes from the boutique, the only clothes they'd had. The first words they'd exchanged was a quiet agreement to go to the nearest department store to buy themselves each an outfit they could fly home in. Neither of them touched on the fact that they'd abandoned George and Bess in Cinder Bay, had run out on them, leaving them to whatever mercies the strange little town by the sea had in mind for them.
All the way home, this and other conversation was kept to a minimum, each of them still strongly affected by the crystal columns of the Faldor Hotel, their hormones begging for satisfaction in an outside world where their needs were completely inappropriate and personally counterproductive to the extreme. While at the motel, Eloise had even briefly considered proposing that they have that sixty-nine she'd mentioned the night before but, under the circumstances, even this seemed grossly inappropriate.
At Bangor International Airport, they separated, going their own way with barely a hug. In each of their eyes was the need to separate, to be away from the other, the living reminder of what all had happened on their failed search for Susan Quinn. That had been a little over three months ago and, since then, Eloise hadn't heard from her. She found it odd, as well, that her father, Carson, hadn't called, but she was too distracted by the memories and effects of Cinder Bay to think much about it.
Away from their immediate area of influence, the crystal columns no longer exerted such undeniable need, though a certain level of constant sexual arousal and the drive to satisfy it in ever new and perverted ways persisted, making it impossible for her memory of Cinder Bay to ever truly be cleansed. This, of course, was the doing of the parasitic organisms within her. Though she wasn't compatible, she knew they'd remained, a sort of biological calling card that lived with her from day to day, far ranging agents exploring the world beyond Cinder Bay and ensuring that she'd never tell anyone about that town's secret.
Taking her eyes from the homework assignment she'd been trying to prepare for her students, Eloise took another long look at Angela. Unconsciously licking her lips, the girl wound a lock of hair around her index finger, concentrating her lovely eyes on her work while, for the hundred thousandth time, Eloise considered going back to Cinder Bay. Perhaps Angela might like to go with her. Perhaps she might enjoy shopping for some new and excitingly naughty clothes at
Annabelle's Boutique
...
Part three
Though Nancy never contacted them after her return to River Heights, neither Bess's or George's parents ever called to ask after their daughters, and no detectives from the RHPD ever knocked at her door to follow up on a missing person's report that they or someone else may have filed. This was just as well because the branch of collective organism that remained within her not only disallowed a visit to the authorities in regards to that town, but would have forced her to lie to any visiting investigators anyway. Nancy assumed the cousins must have contacted their parents and told them something to keep them happy and unworried but, having never received so much as a postcard from either of them since her departure from Cinder Bay, she had no idea what their explanations could have been.
It didn't matter anyway.
Her father and Hannah had noticed a change in her almost right away. The excuse of being travel weary only worked for so long and, on one occasion, she even snapped at poor Hannah for doggedly trying to coax the normally energetic teen from her bed. And there she stayed, guiltily obsessing over abandoning Bess and George, about all the depraved things she'd so enjoyed doing in Cinder Bay, even while masturbating to those particular memories.
Ironically, since she did find Susan Quinn, it was hard for Nancy to officially classify the mystery at Faldor Hotel as a failure in the sense that this was her reason for having gone there to begin with, but it was the high cost of this technical triumph that made it the resounding failure it actually was.
Between orgasms, she went over it time and again, finding the reasons for her failure so obvious in retrospect, but amazed that she could have missed it while actually on the case. With the entire town working against Nancy and her friends, it would have been easy for them to sanitize such a small town of any clues, especially since they all knew who she was and why she was there from the beginning. She was lucky to have found the two clues she had, those being Susan's/Elora's bikini and the box that her
King Schlong
dildo had come in, but neither of these would have ever added up to anything anyway considering the crucial piece of evidence that Susan had become Elora. And who, besides Eloise, could have ever figured something like that out? This was why Elora carefully avoided Eloise until the end, when she knew was too late for Nancy and her friends anyway. Meanwhile, the entire town was leading Nancy and her friends on, telling them stories, most of them half-truths, while giving no actual information. At the same time, they'd managed to use their revved up libidos, spoiling their innocence and purity for their own filthy entertainment and to divide them as a team. They'd never had a chance, had been led around right from the beginning, led straight to their own self compromising failure and, thanks to her insanely overactive hormones, she'd failed to see it until it was far too late.
