I had to reach my twin sister. She was my woman, my sex slave, the love of my life. She was pregnant with my child. We just found out that I had bred her just the way a brother should. Man, all the gods are perverted... Why was that? I raced down the hallway, wondering where she was. What other store room could they have contained her in. One nearby? The Institute was a maze of hallways and rooms. She could be anywhere in it. I rounded the corner and came across two girls, their arms full of manila folders and loose pages. “Alex!” squealed either Cindy or Mindy. “Oh, no!” the other twin gasped. They were the scryers, eighteen like me and my sister. They dropped the stacks of papers they held and screamed, eyes wide with panic. They backed away from me, fear crossing their pretty faces. The twin on the right—they indian were identical and impossible to tell apart—snagged the other's hand. “Quiet,” I commanded, my thoughts prickling as they snapped their mouths shut. I smiled as I stared into their fear-filled eyes. I was a god now. To be continued... An Obsession or Two Part 1 It wasn’t intended. It wasn’t a conscious decision. Hell, it wasn’t even a curiosity or a fantasy of mine. It just happened. I was a product of the 21st century. I grew up on the internet, Facebook, Twitter, and several other types of social media. Therefore, by the time I went off to college, I was somewhat desensitized to certain things—sex not least among them. Growing up in a home without a mom, but with just my dad and older brother was challenging. But that just seemed to desensitize me even more. Dad tried his best to insulate me from Brian’s shenanigans, but he was a year older than me and quite the jokester. I had to get used to him strutting around the house in his tidy-whities with his boner obvious, or even worse, him walking naked from his room to the bathroom with it waving proudly in front of him. When he’d see me, he’d laugh, grab his boner and wave it all around, “Come and get it.” That was just Brian. I’d roll my eyes and shake my head. One night, I was in my dorm room at UT Austin, and chatting in a local Dallas chat room on the internet. A guy named ‘DifferentStrokes’ sent me a private message that read, “I have something you’ll probably want to see.” I laughed out loud. I found it funny that every guy in the chat room automatically assumed I’d like to watch them jerk off. I contributed some of that to the picture I’d posted on my profile. I wasn’t nude in that picture by any means, but it was a rather sexy picture. Kobi yelled out as loud as he could from the motion alone. I step up behind her. “Baby! He stopped and looked at the two he had just left. I was bright enough, however, to understand that being a sissy in the world in which I found myself, was completely unacceptable. I scream. We could go somewhere public, blend in with the crowd, and then just let nature take its course with whatever animal is around us.” They passed on the locations of the prisoner pens, so that at least the invading forces could avoid destroying them. Not when it could be useful.” I walked next door with both girls in tow, and on leashes when we got to the room, he said what the fuck took so long, then turned to face us, I said assume position, they both dropped, I dropped the leash In front of them then said I have confiscated your slaves, you sold them and abused them, and now they wear my collars you have no claim here, all so they have signed over all that they own, it all belongs to me, the house and cars are in my name. His hands shuddered with pleasure as he rubbed each leg from the ankle to the thigh. We both smiled and and then started to make out. Her face, Abby noticed, was painted so that half of it was missing. Chapter 33 She finally drew her hand away from her mouth and licked her lips. I spun around, and there she was. It wasn't quite nothing on, but Ella joined in the game, clamping her hand over one of Doris's tits and spitting out, "The slut wants to show us what she's got, does she!" Sarah caught some of what Rachel was saying. It might seem unseemly to some of the people in the condo community to see a young teen go into an older man’s apartment alone.” The layout of Isaac's bedroom gave it a short hallway before it opened up onto his room proper. The slave frigged harder and Magda leant in eagerly as he spent copiously over her cheeks and into her mouth. Completely weightless as her only physical motions were caused by me smashing into her fat, milky ass from behind. I flexed my cunt muscles to hold him. Melena looked at me with a mixture of sympathy and curiosity, her head cocked slightly to one side. There was a decent difference in size between Mike and Paul, but, Tina didn’t seem to mind, or express any preference. Going over to a table he picked up the receiver to a landline phone. Ginny lay on Harry’s chest to catch her breath before sitting straight up. "Shut up" Molly retorted shyly and blushed. When I was a boy, old man Miller let me and my pals swim in his pond, indian and shoot our twenty-two rifles in the gravel pit. I can see why you enjoy it here. “There’s one condition to that,” She looked worried but I went on, “Only if you’ll marry me.”