A Big Shiny Blue Marble

***This chapter lay unfinished for a time because I wanted someone a little unusual in it - but I wasn't really clear on what. I had the personality and even some snippets of the dialog, but not the person.

Oddly enough, my revelation came to me as I sat thinking, but not really seeing as the little VIP cam pix on some of the Lit pages wandered past my mouse cursor. 0_o

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Book of the Merren Part 17

She was looking at a part of her face reflected back at her distorted in the old chrome of a business card holder on an ancient desk. She saw her tear as it left her eye, shaken loose by the motions of her head and body because she was being fucked against her will.

Again.

Yet again, she thought.

The tear was for herself, obviously. Looking back, she'd had a little happiness in her life and only one day of true joy.

The rest -- all of the long years, well, they were just shit that had led her here to this unending indignity.

"Is this good for ya, you ugly thing?" Purcell Elkington grinned as he thrust himself into her again and again. "I'll admit that at first, I didn't think that you'd be worth my time, but now you're my favorite fuck," he laughed, "You've lasted longer than any of the others."

"Can you please try to hurry up?" the creaky old voice of the Merren came to him from across the large room. It had once been a large office in a shipping warehouse -- a busy place full of people working at clerical tasks and expediting shipments to and fro. Now it was as it had been for a few centuries, deserted and dusty.

Most of the others were kept downstairs. Only his 'favorite' was here, trussed up with her legs spread cruelly, feeling like shit because she was dead and had no choice in this as he came to her often for his pleasure, nipping at her body as well to keep her drained and weak while drawing some of her strength for himself.

"Can I have a few minutes here?" Purcell asked with annoyance, unaware that his annoyance was only a speck of what tested his employer at the moment.

"No," the demon replied, "My time is worth more than this watching as you fuck and wasting more of my life as I do it. Stop and bring another group of Red demons."

Purcell snarled a little, but he knew how it was that his bread got buttered. "I'll be back and we can play a little more," he said as he kissed her cheek. She wanted to throw up, but she kept her face impassive as he walked away through the doors that led him to a long balcony overlooking the huge space below.

While Purcell began the motions and thoughts which were required, the ancient demon walked over and looked down. He felt her emotions and even knew some of her history in only moments as he reached out to touch her cheek softly.

"Well this is a waste," she heard in her mind, "I can't change what was done to you, but if you want a chance to do more than lie there being abused, I think that it might be time to offer you that chance. I see power in you, a little, and if it were brought forth and allowed to grow, there would be far more than I need for what I want here. Will you take what I offer?"

"No biting me?" she whispered, "No fucking me like this?"

"Of course not," his words came to her, "I need help here, someone who can think a little farther out than their own genitalia. I am weary of having to come here just to insist that the egotistical idiot out there do what I empowered him to do. And I would never force you into anything with me. If you want that, you will have to ask for it.

I am not what he is - what he has made you." He looked into her eyes for a moment, "And you are not ugly to me."

"I'll do it then," she whispered.

The Merren smiled as he walked past, dragging his long nail across her restraints one at a time. She looked up at the only one of them in her view and she saw the deep cut before it faded out of sight in the illusion that he left of it looking as undamaged as it had been a moment before.

She felt his hands then; one on one of her breasts and the other against her mound. She would have flinched, but she felt warmth there, the first warmth that she'd felt in her since this had begun. She inhaled then as she felt strength flood into her body. He lifted his hands a moment later as he walked away slowly.

"Choose your moment well," she heard in her thoughts.

A few minutes later, the newest group of demons were gone -- sent elsewhere screeching and howling. Elkington walked back to her, masturbating a little. "Well, carrot-top," he leered, "now where were we?"

"You were fucking me with your little dick," she said, "the one that used to feel like a little icicle that some shithead jammed into me. Now I'm as dead as you and it doesn't feel cold anymore. It feels like three pencils held together with a rubber band."

Elkington's face contorted at the insult, "I think I'll finish fucking you and then I'll stitch your mouth shut."

His eyes widened as she snapped the restraints which held her ankles and wrapped her legs around him tightly enough to really hurt. "You want to play, Pencil-dick Percy?" she chuckled, "Well alright then. Let's play."

He stared in disbelief and a little horror as he watched her break the other restraints one after another to sit up still holding him fast. Her fist snapped out and bent his nose over against his cheek. He was horrified and tried to straighten it, but her next shot broke his jaw. She had him by the throat, held there by her large hand as he struggled, not believing that she was this strong after months of what he'd done.

"Your trouble is that you must have always been in denial of the obvious, Percy," she grinned, "You're an ugly little shit who's always thought that he was a gift to women. You name me one girl -- just ONE who wanted you without some kind of coercion or force on your part.

You don't even know what fucking is." She shook him violently to keep him off-balance and she wasn't going to let him go for anything -- not after what he'd done to her. She kept him right off the floor as she went on rattling his little brain with her shaking while she walked to another desk among the hundreds in the place.

Ripping open the center drawer, she saw what she wanted and removed a few pencils. Holding them together, she waved them in his face.

"This," she said menacingly as she clutched three of them together, "this is what you've got -- and it's not even as long as these. This is all you have to offer anybody, Percy. Smooth, short, and featureless, that's you in a nutshell."

She pulled him close to her and glared into his eyes, "Here's a thought, you walking bottle of greasy hair oil, what you'd like to believe you've been fucking on me and all of the others is made to pass a child through. What you've got is nothing more than an itchy annoyance -- just like the rest of you.

But don't worry yourself, you embalmer's nightmare, I'm big on practical knowledge. I'm gonna teach you what fucking is."

She looked around and, seeing what she wanted, she dragged him over to what must have been the oldest desk in the place. When she bent down to grab one of the legs, she bent him down with her, slamming his face against the desktop. Setting her foot against the rest, she ripped the leg clean off -- well, almost clean off. Part of the side came away still attached to the leg. She looked at it for a moment and smashed it down against the thick wood of the desktop. She had to do it three times before the piece that she didn't want flew off, leaving a ragged end.

Purcell Elkington had done his best to try to claw and tear at her flesh in his attempts to break free of her iron grip. Her wounds from it were healing faster than his jaw was setting itself back into place, but she slowed that down a little as she bashed his face into the desk a few more times liking the way that he began to cry and beg. She set the desk leg down for a moment as she held him up to look at him.

"You need to be comfortable and relaxed if you're gonna get the most out of my lesson. Open your mouth. Percy."

He shook his head and she bent him over backwards. His head didn't hit the desktop -- he wasn't that flexible, until she leaned over him and pounded her fist into his face a few times.

Her voice took on a completely different tone then as it deepened and rasped, "Open your fucking mouth, or I'll rip your jaw off."

When he complied, she slowly reached for his fangs and he snarled, baring them at her, but they were quite loose a little later after she'd almost broken the desk from smashing her fist against them a little. She plucked them out and tossed them away across the office.

"Fucking leech," she sneered, "Now, the fun part I promised you." She thought about it for a moment. "I guess I didn't really promise you any fun, did I? Well this is gonna be fun anyhow, Percy. Maybe not for you, but I don't mind."

She positioned him with a quick lift and a twist and he was bent over the desk as she picked up the leg of the desk. "You've just never really experienced being fucked when you didn't want to be, that's all."

Purcell Elkington screamed and cried. He wailed and screeched as she pushed the desk leg into him in little strokes which grew longer and longer until at last he groaned and moaned since it was all that he had left, really.

When she tired of it, she smiled and rammed the thick piece of oak all the way inside him -- right into his heart. She let him fall after he'd stopped twitching.

She looked around and saw the old demon outside the glass doors, looking down over the balcony inside the warehouse. Pushing the doors open, she walked to him.

"I want to thank you," she said quietly as she sank to her knees and began to do her best for him. He touched her head and smiled at her, surprised as the feelings that she gave him. To his great pleasure and amazement, his old organ began to respond quickly to her efforts.

He roared a little later so transfixed in his release that he had to lean on her, fucking her mouth a little slowly and thanking her very genuinely. "I said that you wouldn't have to do this," he smiled.

"I wanted to," she said, "Teach me what I have to do for you and I'll learn it. I'll also do this for you whenever you want. I love how hot it is to me. Do you think that you'd be interested in fucking me sometime? I'd like to feel a hot prick inside me for once."

The Merran smiled again with a nod, "You seem to have a way about you which brings me back to life and makes me feel younger. I may even come to love you, but right now, I'd really like to know the name of the one who pleases me so well.

She looked up and licked her lips, "My name is Monnie."

"I have some time," he said, "I can make the time for you. We have all day to enjoy each other and I want to do that, Monnie. I'll give you plenty of ability to do what I need done, but first, I want to enjoy the beauty that I have found in you." He lifted her up so that she stood in front of him and to her, he no longer looked so old and frail. He looked a lot younger and closer to the height of his powers and he told her that he was -- that she'd done this for him somehow and that he intended to reward her well for it.

All through the day, he found that he was more like he once was as he made love to the one who was giving back to him far more than he gave to her, and somewhere in there as he watched her writhe in pleasure under him, he found himself beginning to care about someone other than himself.

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They stepped outside later in the morning to see about getting some food. As Rosa turned and bent to make certain that the locks were secure, Tirran looked at her back and he had some serious thoughts come to him about beginning again -- right here on the doorstep. He didn't know how this was possible, but he knew that it was for real. Tirran the Xer who had always only wanted males was now slightly overjoyed at being in love with Rosa. It made him smirk to himself.

Slightly. Who was he kidding?

But it was a rather quiet sound which brought him back to the moment. A quiet sound, surely; but not all that quiet if it were multiplied more than a hundredfold. Rosa hadn't noticed yet as she fumbled with the one latch which had always been a little troublesome to get closed properly. But Tirran knew what it was as he turned.

It was the sound of someone's attention being drawn. It was the change in someone's breathing going still when one watches and finally sees that they've been waiting for.

It was the sound of hundreds of werewolves quietly getting to their feet.

"Rosa?" Tirran whispered, "I think you ought to stop and take a look at this."

She was about to make a comment that if it was anything on him that he wanted her to look at, she'd be pleased to gaze at it all afternoon -- right after she got the last damn latch done up. But she caught the tone in his voice and then she heard the whisperings and quiet murmurs of them all. She stood up and spun around.

The street was full of them, hundreds of them. She couldn't even see the dirt and crumbled asphalt for them. They were on all of the overgrown and weedy lawns, sitting in the branches of trees, on rooftops -- they were everywhere -- as far as she could see, all the way up to the top of the street. She couldn't see farther than that, not being tall enough for it, but somehow she knew that there were even some standing there in the park.

Two pairs separated themselves from the multitude and began to walk forward, looking at Tirran and Rosa as well as casting glances at the other pair as they came.

One pair was comprised of a large male and the female which they'd seen in the park by herself the night before. The other pair were the two males which Rosa had mentioned -- who had also been in the park.

They walked up and bowed their heads, before they looked at each other to see who ought to speak first. Finally, it was the female.

"Lord," she said in their growling speech, "You commanded that all know and leave this bitch alone. We who were there have spent the night running to tell others that you have arrived. We have sought one to lead us." She looked at the pair of males for a moment, "it has even caused us to stop our feuds and fighting."

"We need leaders," the taller of the pair of males said, "All that we do is brawl and kill each other -- there is no purpose to us all. It leads us to the end of our short lives, but we here," he indicated the pairs of them, "we can see that there may be a purpose for us all if we follow you."

"Most of these here came because we heard that there was a bitch who we were supposed to leave alone," the large male of the other pair said with a hint of a Hispanic tone underlying his speech. "Dude," he said, "among us, the easiest way to bring trouble is to say something like that. A lot of us would come just to fuck her over and then kill the male who said it. But it was Maria here who told me herself and she told me a lot more. Now that I see with my own eyes well, you need something -- anything, and if I can make it happen for you, I will. We all will," he said with a sweep of his arm and the others out there began to bow their heads, the motion carrying back in a rippling wave.

"Forgive me for my thoughts," he said to Rosa, "I see now that you are one of us too. Can you help us?"

She thought for a moment, and then she nodded, beginning her words carefully, since this manner of speech was new to her, "I am called Rosa. There is a place in the mountains to the east. It's winter now, but that's where we ought to go. Tirran says that there will be trouble with some demons."

Tirran nodded, "I fly the demon who is pushing this back and forth a lot. I can tell you that if he has his way, this world is finished. They take whatever they want out of the ground and they don't leave much. I've seen it before. They take enough of everything so that the worlds they leave behind are empty. It changes their orbits and the worlds tumble away or just break up and become smaller, but nothing lives on them after that.

I think that he's acting alone, but I have no way to know that for sure. All that I know is -- what he's doing here is not even known about on his world.

It's all about expense to them," he said, "I think that this one is doing the preparatory work so that he can go back and point to this place and say that there is no significant human life here anymore and so they can come and take what they wish. So you must do what you can to leave the humans alone. The more that they are killed off, the less of an argument there is against his crimes. He brings the demons here through his assistant. He must, otherwise it would be known that he did it himself."

He went on to tell of the huge warehouse where the Merren visited the helper, "Go to the place which Rosa knows. I'll meet you and from there, I'll go on farther to take the large craft that he needs to travel back to his world. If I can, I'll kill him."

Rosa suddenly stared straight ahead, knowing without a doubt that she could tell them all where they had to travel to, and so she began as so many came forward to hear her words to them. "we will go back to begin there properly." She went on to tell of her people and of the part which they'd played long ago.

"Maybe the Xer have forgotten us," she said, "But there is one who has not. I will follow my male," she said loudly.

The street was filled with their noise as they all said that they'd follow as well. When it had died away, Tirran outlined what he needed from them, saying that he was certain that it would cost some lives. He wanted to break it up then, but the werewolves needed a little time first as they came forward to see and touch the pair of them, bowing as they did and saying individually that they accepted him and his mate as their leaders on the way to a better life, if it was possible -- a real one, rather than what they'd had until now.

They began to walk in their hundreds, through the park and the streets, meeting others on the way and telling of what had happened.

When they got a little near to the warehouse where Monnie had been kept, Tirran stopped them.

"You need to keep going," he pointed, "that way out of the city and as far from here as possible as a group for the rest of the day, at least until sundown. Do NOT remain here, not near this part of town, anyway. It won't be liveable for a while -- if I'm lucky.

He stopped then, listening. The others looked at him, and he held up his hand. Everyone listened, and the ones closest to the warehouse heard a few quiet and soft sobs and a sniffle, but mostly, what they heard was someone who fought hard not to make a sound, in terror of being discovered. Tirran stepped over silently and pulled some old boards away from the dirty front of the building.

It was the Merren dancer, trying to pull herself back into the recess and not managing it because she was already as far back as she could go. "What are you doing here?" He asked in the Merren tongue.

She was naked and doing her best to cover herself. He didn't think that it was going all that well either.

"Please," she said, "Don't hurt me. The old one has a new female -- one of the dead ones. He has thrown me out." She looked at all of the werewolves and whimpered a little, "These are not Xer," she said.

She swallowed hard, "I don't know what to do. I was waiting for him in the bed inside as he told me to, and then he came in with her and ... and they threw me out here." She looked to be about ready to bawl, "I don't know anything here. I don't know how to live here, I -- I don't even have any clothes."

"It's not going to be safe here either soon," he said.

Rosa stepped forward, "I can't understand her, Tirran. Tell me what this is about." He held up his hand and nodded to the demon, "Speak and I'll translate."