[Telgar]

Deep in the badlands of JABville at the base of Mt. Jabylus, a large dark cave sits empty. Nothing had been herd nor seen in its depths for years. Not since the first War of GvE. Its inhabitants, long thought lost during the wars, had not been seen around Jabville and many had forgotten who they ever were. Suddenly the cave mouth was filled with light. A holly radiance that did not just banish the darkness of the night but burned it away. The screams of bats and other vermin could be heard from deep within its recesses as they fled the brilliance. A figure could be seen emerging from within the light, his form brighter and more brilliant than the light itself. He was cloaked in robes of glory; unfurling from behind his back white feathered wings where once none existed; they wrapped him like a shroud. The hilt of a gigantic sword could be seen rising from between the two feathered shrouds. Just as suddenly, as it appeared the light vanished and the darkness retuned with a thunderclap that echoed throughout the surrounding foothills. The creature stood in the darkness staring in the direction of JABville. His consciousness extended out to those who once knew him. Blue, Baw, Bliss, Hatter, Dart, Chewie, Bedpan, Redpan, Lib and JAB himself. A warning went out to those who marked him as foe, an exclamation of joy to those who marked him as friend. I HAVE RETURNED!!!!!

[Telgar]

The Figure scanned the horizon; something had called him back from the land of the dead. A presence that threatened those he called his friends and family. As he scanned the horizon he detected the presence of a large number of non-native humans and robots. The forces were scouring a valley and its attached cave structure. He continued his scans and found what had called him back from the dead. Xenomorph's, he could not remember ever encountering these creatures before, but as soon as his new senses detected their presence he instinctively knew everything about them. The robed figure began to fly in the direction of the creatures he detected. He also extended his senses into the higher frequency ranges attempting to detect the communication channels of the Humans. He recognized their armor and their feel, he did not know how but he knew them too. Suddenly he could hear their transmissions. It took a while for his newly enhanced brain to crack the encryption on the transmissions. But once he did what he herd startled him.

As he flew towards the valley in question, he began to mentally send communications up through the Humans Channel. "Imperial forces, I am aware of your situation and have Intel that your commander will find interesting on the Xenomorph's, I must speak with him NOW. Inform Dark Trouper that Telgar requires his attention.

This post has been edited by Telgar: 05 March 2010 - 01:18 AM

[Fester]

Fester smirked with a raised eyebrow at Piaz as she blinked at him. “Ok…let me get this straight. You want me to be friendly and polite to anyone that comes around, but I can still be me without acting or being something I’m not? How is that possible?”
Fester still smirking took a sip of his scotch before he put his tumbler down and looked at her. “It’s rather simple really…you have seen me deal with others right?”
At Piaz’s nod he continued. “Well the thing is to remain professional. I do not lose my patience or my temper until someone pushes me too far, or if I am away from those that would see me in a different light. The ability to do this leaves people guessing at your true nature…so most of the time they will think they have a handle on you and know what to expect, and then if you need to you can change tactics to throw them off balance.
Piaz nodded as she considered. It all seemed feasible. She really didn’t have what he would call, “a game face” so people only saw the real her all the time. “So what kind of personality should I use then when I am dealing with people outside of the house?”
Fester cocked his head at her still smirking. “Well take me for example. My speech and the way I carry myself in public would make you think very differently about me if I wore a three piece suit and dressed to impress. The cloak throws people off and they usually let their guard down thinking I am some bumpkin or someone of mediocre intelligence, and then I actually speak to them and they don’t know what to think for a time. I have used this to my advantage quite a few times in the past and it works very well.”
Piz considered his words then smirked. “So that’s why you wear it?”
Fester smirked back at her before he blew a puff of smoke straight into the air than looked at her. “That and it’s comfy.” Piaz giggled at this as she sort of expected it, but the smiled as she nodded. “You sure confused me in that alley Festy…I was sure you were weird, but wouldn’t be able to hurt me because of my mom’s gifts. “
Fester nodded slowly as he remembered the way they met then chuckled. “You were wafer thin, dirty as sin, and confident that you could do it even though you didn’t want to…but now look at you.”
Indeed Piaz had filled out nicely.
She was still slim, but her obvious womanly figure stood out much more obviously then before. Her hips had flared, her backside had gotten rounder, and her breasts while not noticeably bigger, had filled out so her bra didn’t hang loose on her anymore. She used to have to fasten it at the very last one, but she would still bounce around in the cups. Now the bra fit her perfectly, and actually began to threaten its inability to hold her much longer.
Piaz nodded as she held the edge of her skirt in her hands and twisted back and forth cutely. “Yeah…it’s because you feed me so well.”
Fester shook his head as he smiled. “No I think it is more your self confidence…though the food helps. If your inner worth was still low, you would probably not be doing so well.”
Piaz jumped and landed in Fester’s lap and giggled before she kissed him soundly on the lips. “Well that was thanks to you too!”
Fester smiled at her and she put her head on his shoulder. “Well it’s also because you make me be a good girl, even when I want to be bad.”
Fester shook his head as he looked down at the top of her head. “Really? You want to be a bad girl?”
Piaz hesitated before she grinned shyly at him and her hand found the bulge that had started growing under her bottom. “Well…when I want to be a bad girl…I know you won’t mind…sometimes you like when I’m bad.”
Fester grunted as her fingers closed around him through the holocaust cloak and he nodded slightly. “Of course…there is a time and a place for everything.”
At which time Walt walked through the open door and snapped to attention. The man was still crisp and precise, but his voice had settled into a more casual baritone rather then his military bark. “Sir…in approximately one hour, Miss Karen and I have something we would like you to see.”
Piaz began to stroke him, her hand between her legs as Fester nodded. “Very good Walt…one hour.”
Walt bowed slightly as he turned and exited the study but Fester’s voice stopped him. And Walt…close the door please?”
Walt didn’t quite hide the smirk but nodded. “Very good sir.”
And as the door clocked shut Fester mumbled. “Yes it usually is.”

The 22nd space marine chapter had swarmed through the caves and obliterated all xenomorphs they encountered. Dark Trooper was pleased as the only casualties of this action was the one damaged kill bot which was now fully functional again.
His Lieutenant had a satisfied grin on his face, but Dark Trooper still wore a slight frown. While they had wiped out everything in their path…the body count still didn’t add up.
The grand total was 39, 40 counting the queen, but unless the aliens were capturing transients and runaways specifically he didn’t understand where the extras came from.
12 missing persons reports and 50 xenomorphs? No something was wrong unless there was another foible of the xenomorphs they were unaware of, 12 people would equal 12 drones.
While he had his suspicions his chain of command wouldn’t hear of it without concrete proof.
The only thing he could do was wait and see if anything else turned up…unless…
“Lieutenant…put the first and second tactical platoon on march…have them…do a survey on the surrounding caves and mountain area. This way we can discover what is blocking our sensors in this area.”
The lieutenant opened his mouth to say something but then closed it and smiled at his commander. “Yes sir…I understand completely. What of the Killbots?”
Dark Trooper smirked as he pointed to the map. “Have the one squad stay at the entrance to the valley, continue previous orders, have the next go with the 1st and 2nd platoon, to move heavy equipment and large rocks of course, and the third is to be tested for any bugs…since we repaired that one in the field it should be field tested.”
The lieutenant nodded before giving a crisp salute. “Yes sir!”
Dark Trooper smiled in satisfaction as his Lieutenant began to relay his orders. The butt kissers may have him by the short hairs…but he could still shit in their mouths and force them to swallow it.

Vixen frowned as she quietly went through fester’s drawers, digging around then putting everything back where it goes before she grumped in frustration.
She had been to every area of the house except for two. The basement, and the man’s study.
No where could she find the damn thing and it was starting to piss her off to no end.
Granted, the sex with karen was great…but she didn’t really look forward to having to vamp the dark one.
While she was a sexual monster herself…she had heard of the things he did in his past and was capable of and shuddered.
I’ll get that bitch for this…She mumbled to herself with a slight edge. She’s just being a cunt after she lost that bet to me and I forced her to walk around with nothing on but men’s boxers the whole day…not like she doesn’t wear them anyway.
Vixen took a deep breath then shrugged before she let it out with a sigh. The damn thing couldn’t be this well hidden. It was like it wasn’t really here, and that was impossible. Everyone knew that he had the damn thing, and the girls wanted it badly…so while she was going after it, everyone else got cushy duty.
Vixen was still grumbling as she dug around more incase she missed something. If she knew what her sister spy was going through at Darth-Baw’s house…she might have counted herself lucky so far.

Erikon had leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes as the smoke drifted up and away from the cigarette. His thoughts were jumbled, but he was slowly dragging them into a cohesive plan to complete his mission.
From the way things looked, this dark one was very powerful. For the grand imperial inquisitor to have written about the man with such venom tells something most wouldn’t spot. The inquisitor was impressed.
The man was notorious for looking at everything as beneath him because of his psychic abilities. He was promoted to his position because he was nigh unstoppable to his enemies and he had the longest string of victories in the name of the Emperor…until he encountered Fester.
The Dark One seemed not only to stifle the inquisitor’s attempts at destroying him, but had claimed quite a few victories against him as well. It was one of those such victories that cost Orius Malus his left leg and a good deal of skin from his face and head.
Despite the obvious animosity the man bore towards Erikon’s target, there was an underlying note of respect as he described the man’s tactics and ferocity in battle against overwhelming odds.
While Erikon wasn’t worried about actually facing the man down, he wondered why the chaos sorcerer had suddenly dropped out of existence it seemed.
He was the talk of the imperium at one point…the threat to the safety of man from the despicable arm of chaos…then suddenly nothing.
Erikon wasn’t sure what all of this meant, but he had accepted the job, and he would carry out his mission.
A beeping made him open his eyes and look at the screen.
Julia was being mischievous with him again.
On the screen was a tiny representation of their ship, and a larger image of a planet. Next to the ship was a pulsing arrow and in simple script the message said: We are here…15 hours until planetary mass.
Erikon nodded before he closed his eyes again and lit another cigarette. 15 hours…

Fester was sitting in his chair and lecturing to the attentive Piaz.
Earlier Walt and Karen had impressed him with their diligent work. On each floor was a small arms cabinet that looked like another part of the house…a curio cabinet on the second floor, a china cabinet on the first floor, and a full size armory directly across from the stairs.
Fester quirked his eyebrow as he picked up a strange rifle with a bulbous end that made it almost look like an old time blunderbuss. Looking at the smirking Karen he asked. “A plasmodium melter? I haven’t seen one of these in years!”
Karen chuckled before she began to polish a pistol. “I thought you might appreciate that. Walt and I were also able to procure standard marine and imperial guard weapons…though that was a little harder to do. I think trooper knew what we were planning to do. Our security cyphers still worked, and the armory was in disuse it seemed from the layer of dust on some of the weapons cases there.”
Fester frowned but then nodded thoughtfully as he looked over to where Walt had opened a case and pulled out a mini-gun and sat it on the table and began to inspect the motor that turned the barrels. After a few seconds Fester looked at another case and frowned at the inscription on the side before going over and unlocking it.
Karen looked nervous and began to fidget as Fester opened the lid and lifted out the heavy support weapon.
Turning he quirked an eyebrow at Karen and she looked sheepish. “Um…I just couldn’t leave BOMF on the ship…I’ve had her for years and she never liked anyone else.”
Fester frowned at the name before he shrugged. “You named your multi-melter BOMF?” At Walt’s uncharacteristic snicker Fester knew he had to ask. “What does it mean?”
Karen squimed before she grinned at him. “Uh…Bend Over Mother Fucker.”
Walt almost started to laugh but caught it quickly and straightened his facial expression.
Fester chuckled but shook his head in amusement. “Appropriate I suppose.” He said as he carefully laid the obvious custom weapon in the case and resealed it.
In all Walt and Karen had done a superlative job and had obviously “procured” a vast wealth of weapons and ammo as well as some imperial armor. Of course they would bring their old suits in case of emergencies, but a third suit sat in the corner, and it appeared a bit diminuitive.
Fester walked over and rubbed a hand over it, feeling the soft yet unyielding surface. Looking it over carefully he realized it was incomplete, key components were missing and there were obvious blank spots in the armor’s protection.
Looking at Karen again she pointed at Walt. “It was his idea!”
Fester looked at Walt who sighed. “Karen if you kept your mouth shut as often as you spread your legs…”
Fester cleared his throat, and Walt immediately adopted a serious expression. “Sir…it was my thought that we could teach Miss Piaz some of what we know so that she could protect herself and her home if the need arose.”
Fester looked at the armor again and nodded. “Alright I see the necessity in that…but I do not recognize this style of armor…is it something you came up with?”
Walt shifted uncomfortably as he took another piece off the mini-gun and laid it to the side. “Um no sir…you had probably retired before they actually came into service to the imperium. The sisters of battle were always a unit that could be activated at anytime and put into service, but they were never used until a large chunk of the space marine forces joined the side of chaos, bringing about the great civil war known as the Horus heresy. When the sisters were first deployed their fanatic fervor impressed many, and they were put into full service and expanded until they became like another space marine chapter.
The armor I am making Miss Piaz was a surprise that I am still working on for her.”
Fester nodded as he looked it over again. “Powered?”
Walt nodded slightly. “Yes though not nearly as powerful as your terminator armor. Her suit is designed for protection as well as agility and speed. So while she won’t be going toe to toe with a heavy weight…she would be fast enough to hit ten times to her enemies one and that one would likely miss if she stayed on her toes.”
Fester nodded again as he pat Walt on the shoulder. “Good job Walt. Carry on then.”
Karen seeing Walt getting praise from their employer shouted as Fester walked out. “I PICKED OUT THE COLOR!!”
And Fester chuckled as the door clicked shut.
Now however…Fester was teaching Piaz the finer aspects of spell casting and using innate abilities, while Piaz watched him and mumbled every so often in understanding.
Fester grunted with a smile as he watched her then shuddered as her tongue moved as if with a mind of it’s own.
You see…Piaz had decided that Fester looked a little stressed, so it was her duty to help relieve that stress. Her head bobbed up and down quickly now as she drug her teeth lightly along his shaft. Fester made a happy sound before he looked own at her and grinned. “You have gotten very good Pi…I approve.”
Piaz smiled and mumbled around his cock and he waggled a finger at her. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”
Piaz nodded and backed off of him. “Sorry master…but don’t you know I can do anything if it’s for you?”
Fester smiled at that but said nothing in case his voice gave away how her words had affected him.
Piaz didn’t give him the chance to though as she suddenly dove back down on him and started suctioning and pulling on him with a vengeance until with a bellow Fester gripped the arms of his chair and came harder then he could ever remember!
Piaz sucked and swallowed as best she could until it was too much for her and she pulled back and rubbed his still pulsing cock against her face and lips, moaning in abandon.
It didn’t take long for Fester to come down from the euphoric feeling and he looked at his Alpha with a big grin. “You’ve been a very good girl Pi.”
Piaz giggled before she clapped her hands in front of her. “Oh goody! Do I get a reward?”
Fester nodded before he reached down and picked her up. “You sure do…”

Walt walked to the door and stopped as he heard the sounds coming from in the room then decided he would wait a while before he disturbed them.
In the room, Piaz was across Fester’s lap, panties around her knees and feet kicking behind her as Fester bare bottom spanked her with a big grin on his face.
Piaz had cum more times then she could remember as he stimulated her clit and labia with each contact. The mixture of pleasure and pain was something she didn’t understand why she liked with him, but she didn’t care as another orgasm rocked her when on the last spank his finger slid all the way in her, tickling her cervix before he withdrew it again.
In an extremely sexy manner she bit her bottom lip as her hips rocked up to meet his hand coming down.
Just as she came again, tears running from her eyes she looked off to the side as if she were talking to someone and said, “And I was a good girl.” Before she moaned loudly.
*Note: See illustrated writing jam.*

[IamMe]

My head feels like one of those things people make pottery with the sun is bright the pavement is hard My vomit smells bad, I jump to my feet in a panic "Everyone is dead!"
I let out in a bellow the T.vs in the Pawn shop were tuned into the local news talking about the disappearance of many people and a few eye witness case claiming to have seen a alien drag them away the my mouth tastes sour as I realize I have a hangover whats worse is my Forty is empty my dumb ass got drunk passed out on the street (in my Vomit) and had a fucked up wet dream about the end of the world and a mermaid wife and the Skull lady who set me free I adjust myself and sit on the nearby bus bench everything is normal I bet Fester will laugh at me when I tell him this. I try to jump to the mansions Kitchen for something to help the hangover raw egg, Pain reliever, More booze, ect ect right before I reappear I hear Piaz Say "And I was a Good Girl." She Moans loudly Me and fester start starring at each other "My drunken spider logic tells me this is not only the Wrong time but also not the Kitchen." I blurt this out before I Pass out I forgot Jumping while drunk or hungover doesn't work as well.....

[Fester]

Fester’s hand was about to come down for another healthy smack but stopped halfway down as the last person he expected to see popped up in front of him and the not so dressed Piaz.
Iamme stood with a dumbfounded look on his face as he noticed Piaz’s rosey red bottom and turned his head away quickly.
Before he could say anything Piaz wiggled her bottom at him as she arched her hips up to Fester. “Masterrrrr!” She whined as she looked at him. “Don’t tease me so bad…I was a good girl remember?”
Fester smiled as he nodded at Iamme as he pulled Piaz’s skirt down to cover her. “We have a guest Pi.”
Piaz turned her head and looked and despite the tears she sniffled before her eyes got big as saucers and she jumped off of Fester’s lap with a shriek of happiness. “MEMO!!”
And stumbled as she forgot her panties were still around her knees.
Iamme kept his face turned away as Piaz manhandled her panties into a semblance of normalcy then glomped the missing man, knocking him off balance for a moment. “Uh…Hi Piaz…I missed you too.”
Fester chuckled as he stood and walked over to his friend and house mate. “Found the answers you were looking for?”
Iamme frowned as he looked at Fester but Piaz’s new exclamation brought both men up short. “Memo…you smell like a drunk…and is this dried FOOD?”
The little woman took an experimental sniff then wrinkled her nose at him. “You stink!”
Fester was about to chastise Piaz when she suddenly became the lady of the house. “This will never do Memo…off to shower and a clean change of clothes and then we will sit and have dinner…then you can tell us of your adventures.”
Memo opened his mouth to argue, but Piaz’s frown made him pause as she crossed her arms and glared at him. “Now Memo.”
While not said harshly, her voice had an edge and tone of authority that made him blink and nod sheepishly before walking off to his room.
Fester looked at Piaz and she grinned up at him, all girly again. “How was that?”
Fester nodded as he pet Piaz’s head. “Very nicely done. You are still being a good girl I see.”
Piaz grinned as she turned around and bent at the waist, lifting the back of her skirt. “Good enough that we can finish what you started Festy?”
Fester chuckled then nodded as he unbuttoned his holocaust cloak. “Indeed.” Was all he said as he slid Piaz’s panties down for the second time that day.

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Dark Trooper frowned as he looked over the plans for the Gala that shouldn’t be taking place.
He had taken as many precautions as possible, but he still worried over things he couldn’t see or affect.
He wasn’t sure why, but he had that creepy sensation that kept crawling down his spine whenever danger was imminent. It was the one thing that had kept him alive all these years, and it was still performing it’s purpose, he just wasn’t sure what the threat was or where it was coming from, but he was almost positive that it had something to do with the xenomorphs.
Dark Trooper had almost finished getting all of the papers sorted and orderly when the briefing room monitor chirped at him.
With a grunt he punched the call button, hoping it wasn’t another message from admiral asshole. “This is Dark Trooper.”
The voice of his lieutenant came through clearly just as his image appeared on the screen with an odd look on it. “Sir, I need you to come to the bridge…we have a communiqué for you.”
Dark Trooper tried not to glare but he was sure he was. “Patch it through then.”
The man shook his head before he shrugged helplessly. “I can’t sir…it is on a frequency we can’t match.”
Trooper’s eyebrows rose at this before he nodded. “I’m on my way.”
After some long strides and a ride in the turbo lift Dark Trooper stepped onto the bridge of the Excalibur and his Lieutenant pointed sheepishly at the com Station. Trooper walked over and immediately heard a voice he didn’t recognize, but could hear the power behind it. “I have an urgent message for Dark Trooper about the xenomorphs.”
Trooper touched a button on the console before he leaned closer to the pick up. “This is Dark Trooper. What can I do for you?”

[IamMe]

I stumbled to my room started to take a shower when the reason hit me, The future sucked, and I had to stop it. I laughed to myself the soft shower water sprinkled on my face "Why do I drink myself to sleep?" Rhetorical Question I knew that answer my head spun like a Spinning thing around and around I reckon you could say it spun like a Trailer in a tornado or something in the such before I could finish my thinking The shower was over Fester had been real good to me and the last thing I wanted to see was him blow up the whole damn planet and those Ugly ass critters running about killing everyone I had to do something but I couldn't do it my way the way I usually do it run in there and try to be a hero long enough to realize everyone's better than me so I jump fence and try to land on my feet, I'm a Coward a Evil Coward I'll just do what's best for me, I had to do as if i were not IamMe a self concerning self loathing Douche I had to do something i had never thought i could do.... Finish.


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Meanwhile upstairs

Piaz's body trembled with every stroke of her masters Hand for her this was Pleasure It was accomplishment it was meaning something she had very little of before hand Fester acted as a strong foundation in her life she only wanted to see his weary Brow expand his sullen frown Blossom into a smile that simply compels her to trust him implicitly. Being a Woman of the house, Even though it was by far the most intimidating force in her life she willingly faced it for Fester for Love. Smack Another strong hand her mind trembles her body twitches in excitement she wants more but she knows by calling for it the spanks will stop her eyes roll back she bites her bottom lip the jolt of his cold hand on her ass turns her on Fester notices the wet spot on his Lap with a smirk he licks his finger tips His hand raises with a swift swing his Hand collides with her soft rosy ass cheeks then in the same motion his wet finger tips graze her drenched pussy Piaz Climaxes on her masters lap unable to control it's intensity she twinges and turns on his lap Her eyes squeezed tight she unleashes a moan that echo's through the halls of Fester's Manor.

[Telgar]

Telgar heard the voice of the Imperial forces Commander in his head. "This is Dark Trooper. What can I do for you?"

"I am known as Telgar, I am one of the defenders of this world. I have overheard your communications, and must ask that you resend your order for your kill bots to terminate all non-human's on site. This world is home to many non-hostile non-humans, including myself. However if your kill bots attack any of this worlds inhabitants I assure you the resulting backlash will make the xenomorphs pale in comparison. This is not a treat it is a statement of fact."

Telgar continued to fly in the direction he sensed the Xonomourphs. The imperial forces were off on their target. The xenomorphs had lead them on a wild goose chase, so to speak. While the Imperials were killing a small force of the creatures, a force three times as large was establishing a foothold in an old abandoned fortification. He knew the place well as he had helped Jab and the forces of good storm it during the War of Good vs. Evil, the War that had cost him his life and that of his mate. He could also sense the presence of several of his former allies and enemies in the structure. They were unaware that they were not alone, and that they were being watched. The fortification was that of the long dead Dr. Stormfurry!

Telgar relayed this information to Dark Trooper. He included a full tactical redoubt of the old fortification including its defenses. Mostly Bugman drones, A few Laser Cannons, and an old Multiphaseic Reality Manipulator that Stormfurry never got to fully work. After uploading his tactical assessment of Stormfurry's old Base he again extended his senses deeper within the installation. It did not take long for him to locate Bliss, Smut and Copy of. Copy of was the hardest to sense, since something had changed about him, Telgar could not put his finger on it, but right now more pressing matters stood in his way, warning them of the danger that was descending on them. Not only could he sense the Xenomporphs but he sensed two spiritual presences, one He did not recognize and it seemed to be with Bliss, the second was his old nemesis Dr. Stormfurry.

With a roar into the heavens, Telgar extended his wings to their full glory and Shot towards the horizon, and Dr. Stormfurrys Citadel. "Bliss this is Telgar you are in danger, multiple hostiles in your vicinity, non-human and capable of mind control. I also detect two spiritual presences one I feel you are aware of as it is next to you; the other is leading the hostiles to your location. I am on my way!"

Two last sendings and all would be ready. Telgar extended his mind to Jabvill itself. He touched them all, He broke through their meditations, Their sleep, Even their Blissfull sex induced comas. "Wake Up my firends for a new thrieat has come to Jabville. THE WAR OF THE XENOMORPHS HAS BEGUN.!"

The last was saved for someone important, for the man responsable for his death and his best friend in Jabville. "BAW you are needed, Meet me at Stormfurrys layer or many will die this night that we call friend!!"

This post has been edited by Telgar: 16 April 2010 - 05:10 AM

[Copy Of]

The light burned fitfully as Bliss ground her hips on her "throne." Smut, his penis worn and raw, groaned in exquisite pleasure as his Mistress used him savagely. Despite his enormous girth, she could not find satisfaction in his arms. Her make up was smeared across her face, hair hanging limp and sweaty. She frowned at this terrible inability to cum. It was the one thing that could stop her rampage across Jabville, but this calm would not last.

A piercing wail drew their eyes to the corner.

There in the dirt, Abraham Irons writhed on the floor in Copy Of's stolen body. He shuddered and twitched as black smoke poured out of his eyes and nose. Bliss, her eyes sparkling with a disgustingly sexual display of curiosity drew nearer this fusion of her beloved and her slave. "Darling," she whispered, "Is it wonderful?"

Abraham screeched again as he disappeared into darkness and pain. It seemed the Copy's had come to claim their own.

[Copy Of]

Witch light flickered in the gloom. Abraham's piteous cries had choked off abruptly as something stirred in the murk. Bliss crawled towards the many tentacled darkness as it began to coalesce into a human-like shape. Steam rose from her body and a flush spread anew across her skin as she drew nearer. There was something darker here, more deadly, more .. sensual. It was a ravenous kind of tension that stirred within her, aching for the creature before her. But what..?

"Darling...? Abraham? ... Copy?"

The shape lifted and shimmered into sight. A dark figure in a white suit and top hat, white voodoo markings etched in his ebony skin, a blue flame burning at the peak of his hat. It's voice spoke as if from the deepest hell.

"No, my dear. No longer Abraham, and no longer quite Copy Of. A new thing indeed. With a new name, but clad in old skin and older sin. Living on borrowed time and driven to experience all that life holds within it's fluttering pulse."

Bliss drew nearer him, shuddering with pleasure as the stench of crimes real and imagined enveloped her.

"Hold me then, and explain."

He caressed her thigh and she gasped. There seemed to be more of him oozing out of his skin, dark tentacles dividing his fingers, wrapping her in their chill embrace.

"They came for me, Bliss. The Copy's were here! They spoke through the towel, they put me to a test and found me wanting. They laughed as they rejected me, but allowed me this half-life, wanting me to know that they could end it at any moment. They set death at my heels and grinned. I asked why but all they said was: Possession is nine-tenths of the law. And then they were gone."

"But Abrah--"

He cut her off with a tendril to her mouth. It slipped in past her teeth and tongue, plunging down her throat. She moaned softly as he corrected her.

"They gave me a new name, Dear One. From now on I will be known as: Possession Of. And I will take all that I want from this world and it's inhabitants."

Bliss wanted to argue, to rage and deny, but her mind had been washed away by a tide of sheer ecstasy. This new dark presence had taken possession of her heart and her ruined soul. Just as it promised, it made her little more than a pulsing set of sexual organs, bereft of thought. It had given back her orgasm and her purpose. For now, the night and the pleasure was all that mattered, but soon they would storm the world together. And side by side, they would make it burn.