The Ecstasy of Tral-Gothica, Victor Hadnot and Amanda Travis [short books for teens txt] 📗

pounce up and down on his dick, without any regard. Her fucking became almost violent as she closed her eyes and just rode that dick as if she were trying to break it. Having given up on her fancy idea that she could tame his cock, she now sought to try and destroy his penis with her pussy. She leaned back, grabbing his legs and holding on tight. Bam and bam, the thrust of love continued from both of them. Their bodies now slapping against one another, the sound was beyond obvious. Again she rode him so hard that his cock slipped out.
“Put it back in dammit!” Stella yelled.
But before he could move, Stella’s hand had found it and slammed it back inside of her cunt hole. Then teach you a lesson! Stella thought. The sweat poured down Stella’s hot smoking body and dripped onto his. It was like the entire night was on fire now. She closed her eyes so that she could concentrated on that rather large protrusion that was occupying her pussy at the moment. Fuck, it is so hard and fat! Stella thought. As she rock and rolled that dick for all it was worth. Inch by inch she could feel his cock finding new places and re-visiting old ones. Her dick then did something unexpected, it twitched and jolted forward, this time it was tired of her shit! She felt his hands rubbing her big hot sweaty boobs and his cock told her who was the boss of this thing. But her pussy fought back, opening as if to give up and then fooling his dick, as it convulsed on his cock, with pleasure. Slap and slap. Then bam and bam. His body were like a heated rocket, and they fucked the hell out of one another. Her tits began to flap around from the force of fucking him, asymmetrically. One tit would flop this way while the other was completely out of synch with the other. She could feel it, she was losing control, she wanted to teach him a lesson that he would never forget but Falco’s cock had risen to the challenge. It wasn’t about her setting the stage, because his cock had changed the rules. You fucking with me? Stella thought. As she closed her eyes again, and just let her full body weight, slip and pound on top of his dick. At this point, she didn’t care if she hurt him or not. She contracted her pussy muscles so that each time she slid down on his cock, the tension would be tremendous. Flap and bam, the two of them fucked. Crash and slap, their skin reacted to each others, in a tug of sexual war, between Falco’s challenging cock and her accepting pussy.
The final rounds had begun. As Stella thought she had this thing all wrapped up and she was the victor. But, no! Falco shifted at the last moment, and he rolled on top of her, slamming her to the ground and kissing her moist lips. Now she could see the stars, as she lay on her back. She felt his cock almost fly inside of her pussy.
“Oh! Fuck it so hard!” Stella cried out into the night.
And fuck her he did. Falco began to bang and pound Stella’s pussy. And the commanding authority, that she had thought she had rid him of when she was on top of him? Hmm, she was wrong! His pelvis slammed up against her’s as they found new fields of pleasure. Banging and grinding one another. His full body weight resting squarely on hers, they faced each other, as she closed her eyes and warped her arms around his body. Oh, yes, fuck me so well, my darling! Stella thought. His hips rose and then descended with an awesome force as he pounded her cunt hole. Her vagina felt like it was going to melt as his fat cock stuffed her hole with pleasure. She tried to relax her pussy so that the impact of his cock could resonate, but she found herself playing that same old game, of opening as he went up and contracting and grabbing wherever she could, still trying to be stubborn, thinking that she could conquer his cock, but Falco was proving to have an unconquerable dick. It knew what it wanted and it knew how to go about getting it. What was Stella to do? She wanted so much for Falco to be pussy whipped at the end of their love making, it wasn’t fair that she was being dick whipped instead! Her thoughts raced. Then at the last moment, an idea. She was just about to execute it when they both began to cum, in total ecstasy.

FOR LOVE OF PROFIT
“Tist better to have served and died than to have died and never served.” Beatrice Cummings

The area was crawling with police and military. Defense robots were patrolling the parameter. The heavily armed suspects were suppose to be barricaded inside of the building. Stella was with her pack, as she observed paramilitary spy machines, called Snoops, as they flew by on their way to the building to see what they could find. Sella glanced over the obvious chaos and sew civilians, looking on, some with cameras talking pictures of what was happening. It had long since been a law of Tral-Gothica that civilians could not film military or police as they carried out their job. The politicians tried to put a spin on it, but the truth was that, if civilians filmed the police or the military doing something illegal, the government could get sued. It was totally unconstitutional. People had a right to film in public places. Think of the mom and pop photos in the park. The pretty girl walking down the street. The social event. Basically citizens had a right to freedom, and that freedom included taking a picture. But the super-corps, which were the government, decided that only the military or the police could film or photograph, when it pleased themselves. What was once a democracy on Earth, became Fascism throughout the colonies. Oh, the politicians who were bought and paid for through lobbyist money and super-corps funds, tried to tell everyone that the original Constitution, was the ultimate word. But everyone knew that was a crock of shit. The only rights people really had, were the rights that the super-corps so gracefully bestowed upon them. Which we not very much.
The situation was tense, as Stella had her weapon out. A sergeant came to her. “We might have found a way in, Lieutenant.”
Stella looked about. There was weapon fire all over the place. Police and military were shooting into the building without regard to civilians. They considered collateral damage. As she rounded the bend, she spotted a group of police and military watching the real time surveillance of the Snoops, that she had earlier watched fly in.
Stella asked. “What have we got?”
Someone answered. “Three targets, like we suspected. Two men and a woman.”
Stella was shocked when she saw who the woman was. “Aunt Jenny?” she whispered under her breath.
Someone else said. “These three have escaped from a maximum security prison. They are terrorist. Armed and dangerous. We are to use lethal force. The super-corps don’t want them talking to the press or regular civilians.”
Stella said. “These people were just part of The Take Charge Movement?”
Someone said. “The Take Charge Movement is a terrorist organization.”
“They are just civilian protestors.” Stella countered, trying to figure out a way to save her aunt.
A superior ordered. “You all have your orders. You know what to do. No one leaves that building alive. Kill them all!”
The rest ran off to their respected spots. Stella moved on but didn’t return to point. Instead she reasoned about and figured out a way to enter the building. She went on in. Weapon fire was all around. Mostly the paramilitary firing at the so called terrorist. She managed to breach a few barricades that the so called terrorist had put up. And after awhile, she found herself, in the room with her aunt. Aunt Jenny quickly recognized her niece.
The two women hugged. Then Stella said, “I’m going to get you out of this.”
Jenny uttered, “My, my, how you have evolved, Stella. You are working for the opposite side now?”
Stella countered. “Don’t let this uniform fool you. I was forced to accept it. When you first went missing. They came to your apartment while I was there. Two spooks. I had no choice, Aunt Jenny.”
Jenny nodded. “I understand. You had to do what you had to do in order to survive.”
“I’m not very proud of myself right now.”
“No. You be. You have managed to infiltrate their ranks. Lieutenant is it? I am the one proud of you. You can effect change from within. You can’t fight city hall from without. But you can win from within.” Jenny looked at Stella with pride.
“Well. Right now I have to get you out of this alive.”
“We can just give up and come out with you?”
Stella shook her head. “They have standing orders to kill the three of you on sight. No one is to leave this building alive.”
Jenny frowned. “Is that right? One floor down, there are old people and young women and children. They were trapped, when the shooting started.”
Stella was confounded. “Dammit! The military and police don’t give a shit about their lives. They are collateral damage.”
Jenny spoke. “Then you know what you have to do. Their lives are the reason why I am doing all of this. It is the everyday civilian who matters. Not the super-corps. Save those people.”
Stella shook her head. “Aunt Jenny, I can’t. You are my flesh and blood. In order to save them, I’ll have to abandon you.”
“I know, dear.” The two women just stood there for a moment, looking at each other, as if to say goodbye.
Stella reasoned. “Maybe I can save all of you, if I get you to them.”
“No! Why do you think that we are up here? In order to save then if possible. If we are with the civilians, they will surely kill them too. You must save the innocent.”
“But I can’t.”
“Oh, yes you can and you will. Those little children deserve a chance at life. Why should their little lives be forfeited, in order so that I may live? When it is they, who are our hope. Just like you were mine.”
“I was your hope?”
“Yes. And you still are. I’m very proud of you Stella. You stay in there and make it a career. You convince them that you are one of them. And, whenever you can, you make a difference.”
“Make a difference?”
“Yes.”
“But I don’t understand.”
“You’ll have to do what they tell you to do, but, there will come times, when you can temper their orders. Believe me, saving even one person from the super-corps, is a monumental accomplishment.”
Stella uttered. “So few?”
“Without you, my dear. There would be none.”
Stella nodded. “I tell you what. I’ll go and get the civilians to safety. The three of you keep your head’s down low. After I get them out to safety, I’ll come back in and free the three of you. I can’t let you die here, Aunt Jenny.”
Jenny saw that the young woman was determined. “Ok. You do your best. We’ll hold down the fort.”
And with that, Stella kissed her aunt and went off. The weapon fire had actually increased. As the paramilitary honed in or the so called terrorist. Stella, undergoing great peril. Managed to slip down a floor and find the civilians huddled up, frightened beyond belief. Stella looked up, and there were military and