This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere.
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The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission.
This story takes place in the fictional city of Springfield, California several hundred years in the future, so don't go looking for it on a map. Over the course the series, I will borrow quite a bit from my "Dead Man's World" series, so it might help (but isn't a requirement) if you read those stories. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD's, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex.
This story also contains lesbian sexual activity.
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"Dust to Dust" Ch. 02
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"They hit five targets. Two companies in the United States, including yours, as well as one in Spain, one in Russia and one in South Africa. Simultaneous hits, and all 'warning shots.' A half-dozen fatalities, mostly personnel, and the secretary of one company president. Then, there was a blitz on every infostream and all were heavily encrypted. Looks like we've got a new punch calling themselves The Purity." Agent Jones shook his head.
The three of them were sitting in Dr. Trendenfall's study at his house. They had talked to the authorities and then Jon had been whisked home. He had called his security company, and he now had roving security guards outside, and he had sent out secure data feeds to all his employees. Security at the lab would be tripled, but he wasn't going to blame anyone if they wanted to take some time away.
"Are these the same guys as before?" McBride asked.
"Nope." Jones had a headache. He knew this was going to get messy before it got better. "Hybrid Security pretty much wiped those guys out. These guys are just picking up the moniker for name recognition. They sent out a communication claiming that anyone seeking to 'toy with the fabric of creation' or 'play God' are the enemies of Heaven itself. These guys aren't going to try to challenge us up front like the last Purity movement did. They're going to fight us guerilla style, and that's a lot trickier to deal with. And unfortunately, they've got cult support on Terra . . . there were some attacks there within the last few hours. Apparently, there are some magic snobs who don't thing that magic is something that SHOULD be explained."
"I should bring Dusty home," Jon murmured, looking towards the communication orb. "She's not safe -- "
"She's probably just as safe where she is. Let her know what's going on, but don't draw attention to her," Jones said.
"But all she's got is ONE bodyguard!" McBride chimed in.
"Who has never failed in a mission," Jones reminded him. "And we can all agree that there's probably more to that woman than we could guess."
Dr. Trendenfall shook his head. "Can you imagine what would happen if the 'Purity" found out about her? A surviving child of the Chimera Project? Magical ability imbued into a non-magical being? She'd be as much of a target as anyone."
"You've at least alerted her, haven't you?"
Jon nodded. "As soon as I could. She has some kind of messaging system set up where she can get info streams even on Terra. She's got the hook up with some serious technology." He started running his hands over his desk nervously. "I'm worried," he said. "I hope Ash can protect my girl until I can figure out what to do."
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A few weeks later . . .
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Dusty had been a nervous wreck since she got the communication from her father. She had immediately wanted to come home, but he had forbid it, telling her she was safer where she was. She knew he was just trying to protect her.
"I'm not a baby anymore," she muttered absently.
[[ Good to hear, ]] came a feminine voice from the front of the room, [[ but the question was, 'How can the arrangement of air particles be altered to create a non-lethal substance?' I'm afraid your denial of chronological regression doesn't quite fit the bill, ]] Dr. Martha VanHouten was grinning.
Dusty blushed. She had been caught absent-minded in the middle of her Quasi-Chemistry and Transformation course, and now her classmates were getting a good chuckle. Dusty looked down the row at the comely professor. Ms. VanHouten was one of the most popular teachers in school, but not all of it was her knowledge of chemistry. Her classes were often swamped with young men who wanted to get a semester's glimpses of her slim body, elvish face, silky black hair and that long, luscious neck. Dusty didn't blame them. it was the primary reason that she was here as well.
[[ I'm sorry, ]] she muttered. [[ I'm out of it today.]]
Dr. VanHouten was aware of the happening back on Earth, so she cut the girl some slack. She was human herself, so she had some definite interests in recent happenings. She and her parents had moved to Terra as soon as her considerable magical aptitude had surfaced, and she had been the first human sorceress to teach at a Terran academy. [[ It's alright, Ms. Trendenfall. But if you could stay after class, I'd like to have a word with you. ]]
A few of the other students snickered . . . some things were consistent across dimensions. When you were caught daydreaming by the teacher, it was cause to be mocked.
[[ Yes ma'am. ]] Dusty was blushing even more. She tried to get her head back in the game and pay attention. She didn't want to disappoint Dr. VanHouten again.
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In the teacher's office . . .
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Dusty was bent over Martha's desk, her legs spread wide and her bra-clad, golden tanned bosom was pressed against a stack of papers. They had barely gotten back to the professor's office when she had put up the distracter illusion (to anyone outside the office, there were two women sitting in the office looking over papers) before the two had started removing clothing and had started making out hot and heavy. Martha hadn't been able to wait very long, and had spun Dusty around, bent over the girl's half naked body, lifted the girl's skirt and ripped off her panties before burying her tongue in that gorgeous pussy from behind.
The previous semester, Dusty had taken another of Dr. VanHouten's classes. The girl had almost sensed Martha's sexuality and had gone out of her way to tease her professor. The first time she had called the girl to her office, both had known exactly what was going to happen . . . over and over again. She knew the girl had a multitude of lovers, and she didn't regret being "just another" one of them.
Dusty was chewing on one of Martha's office pens as she was given the tongue-lashing of a lifetime. This was a woman she could learn things from, quasi-chemistry be damned!
"Unh," she grunted through her chew-toy. While she enjoyed her time with Katrina, it was nice to sometimes let someone else run the show for a bit. And Martha's tongue was burrowing into her like an angry worm with places to go and things to do.
Martha was gripping the golden globes that were Dusty's ass cheeks, keeping them spread as she parted that sexy little divide with her tongue. And she couldn't resist taking a few flicks at that pink little asshole that was so delightfully exposed in the current situation. Even the sexually adventurous Dusty had never had that done to her before she had met the good professor.
Dusty was getting even more heated. Martha had an almost unnatural obsession with her ass. At first, it had been upsetting since Dusty liked to emphasize her chest, but soon she had come to accept her academic partner's little quirk. Particularly since it felt SO good. Then Dusty felt the tongue disappear, but it was rapidly replaced by two fingers plunging into her ass while that tongue started flicking against her clit.
"Oh you silver tongued devil," she cooed.
"Who seduced who?" Martha reminded her. "I seem to recall it was you spreading these very legs (slurp) in the front row of my lecture. You've upgraded though . . . it's nice to see you can afford underwear," the professor chuckled. She picked up the shredded panties and put them in a desk drawer. She had a bit of a collection now. Then she went back to licking.
"You're complaining?" Dusty replied, on the verge of orgasm.
Martha was fingering that tight little asshole when she responded with, "Only that I don't have enough office hours to fuck you more often." She felt the girl's cunt tighten just a little bit and new she was going to get rewarded for her efforts. Soon, the cum began to flow, and the professor feasted upon it.
The professor wiped the girl's cum off on her own bunched up skirt. "You really needed to unwind, didn't you?"
At the mention of that, Dusty's heart seized a little bit. She was having fun . . . fucking a professor in her office, and her dad was in danger. "Let's not talk about that," she whispered. Just let me take care of you," she cooed, slipping back into a mode she was more comfortable with. She got on her knees and prepared to crawl under the desk, but Martha stopped her.
"Tisk, tisk! You can't go there without your present!" She grabbed a long, slim, smooth-sided rod of what appeared to be black stone off her desk. She had been using it as a paperweight, but now it was going to be a toy. She placed one rounded end in her mouth and sucked on it, letting Dusty watch her giving her toy head. In fact, it was just a piece of stone, but she had been practicing doing something with it. She pulled it from her lips and knelt behind Dusty. "Now open wide," she murmured, pushing the rounded head into the girl's pussy.
Dusty was used to her toys having a little more give, but there was something about the hardness of it that was a bit of a turn-on . . . as if she needed the help. Half of it was buried in her warm sex and she wanted more. But Martha shooed her under the desk. Even though no one could see them, she knew how much the doctor loved being eaten out while sitting at her desk and staring at the front door, wondering what would happen if someone just walked in.
In her crowded little space, Dusty pushed the professor's thighs apart and pressed her face forward. She was clenching her vaginal walls, keeping her hard toy in place while she flicked her tongue across the soft outer flesh of her lover's body. Martha kept a nicely trimmed tuft of pubic hair in a triangle right above her femininity. It pointed the way to paradise, and Dusty followed the trail.
