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

He rolled over breathing very hard. She just remained in the same position. Her butt cocked up in the air, her asshole now gaped open a good four inches diameter. Stella couldn’t believe it, Markus’ cock actually widened as he was shooting his cum. She finally moved one of her legs a bit. She could feel air drifting inside of her asshole, the damn thing wouldn’t or couldn’t close. What was she to do? Markus had wrecked her rectum! Oh, you bad boy, you certainly taught me a lesson! She found herself thinking. Finally she rolled onto her said, trying to give her butt hole some comfort. Then, cum and feces began to flow out of her ass. She wanted to stop it but her asshole was no longer under her control. She wondered if she would ever be able to make sweet noise again, when she would fart? As more shit found its way out of her asshole, mixed with a really large amount of cum, she realized, would she ever be able to just walk, without having her bowels just drop right out of her? Her butt hole had been permanently altered. Oh, she was sure, that in time, some of her ass tone would come back, but there was a fair amount of it that was just gone.
She reached up and kissed him on the lips. They smiled at each other. She moved down, and began the good part, licking the remaining cum and feces from off his penis. Yum! She thought to herself. This was her reward for allowing him to mount her and her taking in all of this man’s dick. She got to lick and slurp and suck until there was not one trace of shit on his dick. He laid back, enjoying the post-suck, and finally fell asleep. She got up and went out into the main room, there were still various people engaged in various acts of sex, all about. She noticed that she was going to have a problem because her asshole was still stretched to the max. Feces was still running out of her but and down her leg. At that moment, as he headed for the bathroom, a woman came over to her, kissed her and then went in back of her and began to crack her butt cheeks open and lick and slurp her asshole. Stella braced herself by the window, holding onto the seal. The woman was very good at eating ass and licked until there was no more shit flowing down, out of Stella’s asshole. Then the woman stood up, took hold of Stella and kissed her. Her mouth and breath tasting and smelling like fresh shit. The woman finally opened her eyes and stared into Stella’s. She kissed Stella’s enormous breasts and then just went on to someone else.

THE WITCH’S WAY
“Comfort and fun are for those who do not sleep.” The Talisman’s Voodoo

The days that went by were fairly uneventful. That was actually very good, because Stella needed time for her asshole to gain it’s composure. Aunt Jenny noticed that her niece was walking kind of funny, but decided not to inquire seeing that Stella never said anything about it and Fifi never mentioned anything unusual. Finally, Jenny took Stella to one of the closed meetings. The Take Charge Movement, which was what they were calling it in the city, had to meet in secret. While it was a democratic society on paper, Tral-Gothica had Global laws against certain acts of insurrection, and at any time, demonstrating in large numbers could be twisted in meaning that the crowd was trying to overthrow the government. Nothing could have been further from the truth, Jenny assured Stella. And they went. The place was located in the back alley’s of the city. They all kept secret where the meeting would be, by letting members know at the very last moment. Thus, severely cutting down on the amount of time the feds had to organize and attack them. It was late at night when they all got together. Different groups of people had different tasks to perform. All the while, there was a center theme and guest speakers, talking to them while they all worked. Stella was assigned to the communications group. It was their job to get the word out to the other members and to generate excitement about what The Take Charge Movement was all about. They were constantly getting new members and sadly, they were also losing members. This was the subject at the meeting and keynote speakers talked about it. John was one of the speakers and also the team leader for communications, in that particular group. After he gave his speech he joined Stella and the group he was in charge of.
“Do you really think that the people that are going missing are being taken by the government?” Stella questioned.
John was a short man, friendly looking and strong manly featured. He spoke, “Yeah. In fact, we do have some evidence to suggest that. But, it is very hard to prove it. If the feds want you gone, then, they have all sorts of ways to do that.”
“Then we are all subject to the same treatment?”
“I don’t know about that, Stella. So far, the people that have gone missing have been kind of high up. You know, the ones that plan and make strategies.”
“Do you think some of them will talk?”
John took a seat next to her and helped her with her project. “I sure hope not. But, the government uses torture. So, anything is possible.”
“Oh my goodness. Are you serious?”
“I’m afraid it is true. You see, our protest organization seek to threaten the super-corps. They see us as interrupting their business model. They get richer and gain even more influence and control. What do you think about our government that is run solely by big business?”
“I don’t know.”
“Fascism. The people no longer have a say in how their lives are run. Corporations tell the politicians what to do and what to say and what to vote on and how to vote. The illusion of democracy is just that, an illusion.”
“John. We all have a right and a duty to vote. In fact, it is mandatory. Once every ten years we all get to vote on everything.”
John laughed slightly. “Stella, if it is mandatory that everyone vote, against the law not to vote, then, it is not freedom!”
“I don’t understand? If we all can vote, then we are free...”
“No you are not! If you vote and nothing changes after you vote, then it is an exercise in futility! The super-corps are just using the deeply ingrained notion that voting equals freedom and democracy. Maybe centuries ago, it did, when each person’s vote mattered. But the big business’ figured out a way to give the masses the illusion of freedom, all the while, controlling those things that really matter.”
“I just can’t understand you.”
“Okay, voting here on Tral-Gothica, is like getting to pick the curtains, while having someone else tell you where you have to live.” John looked at her for a long moment.
“We have freedom to pick and choose, but, not the things that matter!”
John smiled. “Now you get it. Jenny said that her niece was smart. Glad to have you onboard, Stella.”
After working on her project for awhile, Stella found Jenny. “This is exciting, Aunt Jenny.”
Jenny smiled, “You just wait until we all join the other groups and we take to the streets in peaceful protest.”
“But, aren’t you afraid of the police and the government, destroying the protest?” Stella said.
“You have to be brave, Stella. If you believe in the things that we stand for. True freedom. One vote, one person, not the electoral facade that the super-corps’ use in order to insure who gets elected.”
“Why do they use that?”
“Because there are more middle class and poor people, than there are rich. Yet, in order for the rich to hang onto power, they have to have a system of government, that favors the rich and the wealthy. So, no matter how you vote, at the end of the day, the super-corps can twist and distort the results to favor whomever they want.” Jenny explained to her niece.
“Then we don’t have a true democracy.”
“Oh, we have a democracy alright. It just doesn’t have any effect. We can vote and pick and campaign all we want. At the end of the day, the super-corps will make the final decisions for all of our lives.”
“Then we will just tell everybody what is really going on.” Stella blurted out naively.
“My dear girl, you try and take these people on by yourself, and, well, you end up missing!”
“That is not the society that we learn about in school.”
Jenny nodded. “No. It isn’t. They feed us a bunch of bullshit, tell us that we are free, all the while, they are the ones who are really free. The super-corps. When people went out to colonize the planets in different stars systems, they traded their freedom.”
Just then, John came running to them, a serious expression on his face. “We gotta go now!”
Jenny reacted. “Why? What is wrong?”
“It is a raid! Someone has set us up. The police and the feds know where we are and they are going to be attacking our spot in a minute now!” John took Jenny by the hand and started to guide her away. Stella followed.
Then, unexpectedly, Jenny broke away. “Go on ahead. I’ll catch up with you! I forgot some vital data. We can’t let the feds get hold of it!”
Stella yelled. “Aunt Jenny!”
But, John grabbed Stella’s hand and pulled here on. People were running and grabbing whatever they could. Then, as warned, the police and feds burst into the building. There were all sorts of police robots, grabbing people and doing all sorts of damage. John and Stella and a few other people all managed to evade the police robots. Once they were a distance away, they all stopped and looked back. The building was actually on fire and they could tell that some of their friends, were being beaten and some killed even. The small group of survivors, hid, watching in horror, as they could hear screams for help and cries for mercy, all of which went unheaded. The super-corps used police robots without, the clear presence of human supervision, that way, if word got out, they could say that it was some kind of malfunction, of the police robots. But, as Stella and John watched in horror, they all knew, that the super-corps were behind this. They held all the power players on the chessboard, the regular people, they were the pawns. Then Stella yelled, “Aunt Jenny!”
Days went by with Stella and John and the others hold out in some poor area, in the underside part of the city. They’d get word every once in a while as to the fate of some of the others, but there was nothing about Stella’s aunt. One day Stella stood at an open window in a rundown abandoned factory that they were hold out in. She’d been expressing her sadness for the whole week. John came over to her and started to comfort her. He stood in back of her and began to rub her shoulders. Stella reacted passively to his gestures. He then began to slowly kiss the back of her neck and she began to relax and she moaned. This was just what Stella needed, a distraction from her worrying. John then began to massage the small of her back and moved on down to her butt. Her nice juicy buttocks that stuck out so profoundly. Stella was a very voluptuous woman, with curves