A-Cup Angst Ch. 08

Ramon held his hands up and affected a smile. "Hey, amigo, no problemos here," he said. "She didn't scare me. Not at all."

"Oh," said the man. "Well, that's most unfortunate."

"Unfortunate," asked Ramon as his brow drew down. "Why would not scaring me be unfortunate?"

"We prefer our victims scared," the man said, coming closer.

Ramon had no idea who these people were and he didn't care. He was going to kill the man and rape and kill the woman, then probably rape her again, just for kicks. He reached deep into his soul and brought forth power to use against them, but then suddenly felt that power see saw inside of him, painfully. He fell to his knees and snarled in pain and rage. For as long as he could remember, his magic had never failed him. He let go of the handful he was trying to bring up and reached down for another. He looked to the man and envisioned boiling his eyes out. Ramon's own eyes began to burn and he reflexively let go of his power. He felt a blade across his throat and froze.

He kept trying to blink the pain in his eyes away, but they burned as if he had truly used his own magic to blind himself. He could only see the bright, red blur of her hair as she leaned over him and said, "Pleh niece."

"Unless you speak with an american accent, no one is going to understand you," the man said. Ramon couldn't understand the woman's thickly accented response, but he did realize she was speaking in a Scottish accent. He could also tell she was being very dismissive of the man's request. "Never mind. Get him up."

Ramon got up on one knee to stand more easily, but he felt a foot smack the side of his knee and force him back down. He was confused. How was he supposed to stand up if he was on his knees? He felt hands undoing his coat and then a hand touching his crotch through his pants. Ramon gasped in confusion as the hand started to massage his cold, limp dick. He understood what "get him up" meant. His mouth drew down as he thought there was no chance at all for him to get an erection while a sharp blade was against his jugular and his own magic was used against him.

The hand squeezed a few more times and then worked his zipper. Ramon grunted and shifted his weight between his knees as the cold fingers snuck into his underwear to touch his cock. The blade across his throat pressed in a bit more and he froze again. The fingers were persistently massaging him and he was soon starting to swell. The woman cooed in his ear, her tone of voice that of approval and encouragement, and, for a moment, Ramon found himself distracted from everything except her delightful touch.

His cock got rock hard and she fished it out of his pants. Ramon heard the man's voice comment, "Nice," and he nearly lost his erection at that. The woman's tiny fingers were hot by now and she pulled back his foreskin and began to tickle his most sensitive flesh. He stayed hard and moaned in delight. The blade was removed from his throat and the man said, "On your feet! Come on!"

Ramon stood up, feeling the girl's hand continue to stroke him the whole time. She bent over and he felt her hot breath on his dick, just moments before she kissed his tip. She started to tease him with quick, wet licks of her tongue on his underside and Ramon almost didn't notice his belt being removed by the man. Ramon recognized that he had a chance to fight back, but her tongue on his cock was driving him to distraction. His pants fell down around his ankles and he felt her send his briefs to join them. The man grabbed Ramon's arms and started tying his wrists together with his belt. Ramon's fear broke through the haze of lust in his mind and he started to fight for his freedom and, possibly, his very life.

His body immediately clenched in a violent spasm that locked him in place before he could do anything. "Now, now," he heard the man say, "don't be making a fuss!" Ramon couldn't even draw breath as his arms were tied together and then fastened to something on the underside of the bleachers above them. His lungs burned for air and sparks danced in the corners of his vision. Just as he was about to pass out, his body was released back to his control and he drew a great, big, shuddering breath. The woman's hand was playing with his dick the whole time and she kept going, even as he gulped air, trying to get his racing heart under control.

When she stopped and let go, Ramon took stock of his situation. He was blinded, tied up, naked and bereft of control over his own magic or body. His cock had been fondled in the most delightful way, but that didn't really make up for the fact that he was completely at the mercy of these redheaded assailants.

In the dark, with his eyes all but useless, he could not see what was going on around him, but he heard the rustling of cloth. Suddenly, the woman placed her hands on Ramon's shoulders. The man grabbed Ramon's hips from behind with his big hands and Ramon started to protest. The woman giggled, jumped up, putting all of her weight on Ramon's shoulders, and hooked her knees over the man's arms, at Ramon's sides. Ramon stopped complaining as he realized he could feel her naked thighs against his own. She leaned closer to him and he could feel her hot, moist breath in his ear. She smelled faintly of some flower Ramon couldn't identify. She supported her weight with one hand and reached down with the other to give Ramon a few more pumps and line him up with her pussy.

She lowered her hips down and slowly engulfed Ramon's erection. Ramon cooed with delight. She was tight and slippery at the same time. She put her other hand around his shoulders and pumped herself up and down his cock a few times. She then sank all the way down and stopped.

Ramon felt the man behind him, that was only holding him steady up until then, move. He felt something cool and slimy press against his behind, followed closely by something hot and hard. "No," he yelled as the man behind him pressed his lubricated erection against his sphincter. "Don't! Please! No!" The man kept increasing his pressure. Ramon tightened his sphincter as hard as he could, but the pressure was painful and overwhelming. The hard cock threatened to penetrate him at any moment. The woman chose that moment to start clenching around Ramon's still hard cock. She clenched and released her pussy walls and Ramon's concentration broke. His sphincter relaxed and the man's hard meat penetrated him, seemingly forever.

Ramon screamed in denial. He was being penetrated by a man, while a woman was riding his hard cock and that treasonous cock stubbornly refused to deflate. The man started to stab his cock into Ramon in short, evenly spaced bursts, giving Ramon the impression his cock was of infinite length and would burst from his mouth at any moment. The pressure in his ass was unbearable. Finally, he felt the man's pubes against his bare ass and that feeling gave him hope that his ordeal was over.

The redheads then began to both fuck him in earnest. The man behind him pumped his cock into Ramon's ass and the gorgeous redheaded woman rode his dick in the same rhythm, but with such zeal and range of motion that Ramon could almost forget about her partner. She was using all of her pussy to stroke and stimulate his cock and her cries of unadulterated lust were very distracting to Ramon. Helpless, Ramon let go and allowed himself to enjoy her performance. He had never, in all of his life, felt such a passionate woman on his cock.

After a few more minutes, Ramon realized that he was genuinely enjoying himself and that he was going to cum. He felt the redheads accelerate their rhythm and they rushed towards orgasm in a mad cacophony of flesh slapping against flesh, punctuated by male grunts and an almost continuous, feminine wail of delight. Finally, the man behind Ramon dug his nails into his hips and slammed all the way into him. Ramon felt his cock shudder and that drove him over the edge and he started to spray his cum into the redhead's shuddering pussy. The girl slammed herself all the way down his cock and came as well. The three of them shared a simultaneous orgasm for seemingly an eternity, before the men stopped. The woman kept yelping and shuddering on Ramon's dick for a while longer.

After she stopped, the man behind Ramon softened and slipped out. Ramon's dick softened in turn and the woman backed herself off of it. She slid her legs down to the ground and stood on her own two feet, even though she still held on to Ramon for balance. Their combined, loud breathing was all that was heard in the night air. "So," the man asked. "Did you get it?"

"Hm," the woman asked, distracted. Then she launched into a tirade that Ramon couldn't quite make out through her accent, but he surmised she must have gotten it, whatever it was, and that she was insulted the man had even suggested she might not have gotten it.

"All right," the man said. "All right. Talk to us! And talk in an american accent, so he can understand you and we can see if you got something wrong."

"Got what wrong, brother dearest," she asked, a bit angrily. Ramon shuddered as he realized the two were really blood relatives and they engaged in sex with the same person. They were obviously lunatics. He was suddenly scared for his life.

"Just go ahead and tell us what you've learned!"

"His name is Ramon Gutierrez," she said, and Ramon gasped in shock. How could she have possibly known his name? "He's a mercenary caster from Spain. He usually works security, as a hired hand, and likes to case out the valuables of his charges so he can come back later and steal them." Ramon shuddered upon hearing her say that so casually, as if his best kept secret was common knowledge. "He succeeded more than a few times. He likes to rape women and had never experienced a woman shuddering in orgasm upon his little dick until tonight." Ramon couldn't suppress a dismissive scoff at such a blatant lie, though a small, quiet part of his mind wondered if there could be truth to that statement. "He came here for the same reason as we did, to collect the humungous bounty offered for these six supercasters."

"Oh, did he now," the man said.

"We can work together," Ramon said, "split the bounty."

"Shut up," she said. "Do you want to know what he wanted to do with me?"

"Go on," he said.

"Nothing," Ramon protested.

"Shut up," the man said to him.

"He wanted to rape me," she said, then leaned in to whisper loudly into Ramon's ear, "then kill me, and rape me again."

Ramon was completely aghast. "How do you know that," he cried.

"My brother and I are special," she whispered into his ear. "We can feel one another's pain and pleasure, just like identical twins do. But it goes beyond that. We can share our thoughts and magic. And when we fuck someone between us, like we just did you, we get to feel your orgasm, as well. And I can read your mind during our mutual orgasm. It's kind of like my brother's cum projects your thoughts, through your dick and into my pussy, where I can read them."

Ramon sobbed. He was doomed and his mind got too wrapped up in denial for him to even acknowledge what was going on anymore. She handed the knife to her brother and stepped aside. He stepped on Ramon's trousers, still wrapped around his ankles, and placed the blade against the side of his throat. "No," Ramon screamed as the man held him steady by his hair. The blade slowly drew across his neck and spilled his life's blood. Ramon thrashed wildly to get away, but he was still tied and his killer held his legs in place with his weight. The man stepped away from the corpse and wiped his blade on its clothes.

"Fancy a quick shag," she asked him.

"Let's sweep this campus and see if there's any more competition," he said. He pointed at Ramon. "This one was alone, right?"

"Yes," she said. "Of course he was."

"Well, we need to nix the competition before we start the hunt in earnest."

They removed the hanging corpse, dragged it to a dumpster and tossed it in. They stepped out into the campus and inspected each other's clothing for blood. Finding none, they turned around and resumed their sweep of the campus. Soon, they spotted a figure, around which they could see the tell tale emanations of a caster. They shared the exact same, predatory grin. "I'll take him from the front," she said.

"I'll take him from behind," he said.

M'bata was sitting at the counter of a diner in Jamie's home town and enjoying a slice of peach cobbler when his phone rang. He took it out of his pocket. The caller ID was that of one of the observers he had posted. He answered the phone, saying, "Yes?"

"Sir, it's Owen," the spotter identified himself.

"I know. Why are you calling?"

The spotter swallowed nervously and said, "It's Ray and Felicity McDonough, sir. They're here, at the campus."

M'bata's face fell and his lips moved in a silent swear. Those two lunatics were the last thing his operation needed. "What are they doing?"

"They're killing the other bounty hunters, sir."

"Fucking shit," M'bata swore aloud. No one in the diner paid him any mind. He had a habit of casting a glamour from one of his dreadlock fetishes whenever he was in the States. Not only did it prevent his face from being correctly recorded on camera, it also made everyone ignore the six and a half foot tall black man with leather and bone fetishes in his dreadlocks. Without it, everyone gaped at him like he was a circus attraction, and that went double for the people in small, american towns, such as this one.

M'bata drew a deep breath and said, "Keep observing." He hung up and thought about the twins. They could really put a wrench into the workings of his operation. His most challenging operation ever.

He had been given Section files on six young people and told they were the ones responsible for the attacks against their clinics. He wasn't told who the source inside Section was, but M'bata suspected the files might not have been on the level. For one thing, they documented the members of this little coven circumventing one of the most basic laws of magic, The Law of Numbers. Every person born with magic counted as one caster, regardless of how much mojo they wielded. When a spell was cast by two or more casters, no one caster could break it, regardless of how much raw power was wielded by that caster.

There were no exceptions to the law, as far as M'bata and the spirits of his ancestors knew, but certain casters were born to count as more than one, such as north american shapeshifters, which counted as two. The file on this coven said that the boy took out both of Section's shapeshifters. M'bata knew that to be impossible. The way he read the file on this coven's first assault against Section, he guessed the truth was that the five of them cast a spell together and overpowered the shapeshifters. If that even happened in the first place.

The second violation of the Law of Numbers in the file cast great doubt on it, in M'bata's view. The boy was claimed to have been able to dispel two spells cast by fifteen casters in a heartbeat, a feat that was impossible by any stretch of the imagination. M'bata concluded that the file was probably a clever fabrication by Section and that its intent was to draw out the strength of the Syndicate, lure it into a trap and destroy it. He hated considering that option as it meant that a second international coalition had assembled against them and was poised to eradicate them once and for all, without them having had a single clue of the net being drawn around them.

The only alternative was that the boy really counted as sixteen or more casters. M'bata knew of only two ways a caster could increase their count, and one that was by getting another adult caster to willingly drain themselves of every last vestige of their magic and give it to them. M'bata considered the four chesty girls that were part of the coven. This boy might have been using them to trick or seduce casters into giving up their magic. It seemed like a stretch of the imagination but, from what M'bata knew of young, american males, it was not that big of a leap in reasoning.

The other way was for someone to become a vampire. Vampires had the ability to transfer life force and magical power between people with just a touch. That never happened because everyone that became a vamp used that ability solely to feed their own, insatiable hunger for both of those things. All six of these young people freely entered structures, so no one was a vampire.

The most preposterous part of the coven's file gave credence to both theories. The coven was claimed to have captured a fresh vampire, a feat unheard of, ever since Jovan the Mad Serb had invented them. Either it was a preposterous lie placed into the file to draw suspicion away from the smaller lies, or this coven had actually done it and let the vampire get taken from them by a shapeshifter they could have easily dispatched.

M'bata surmised that if they had actually captured a vampire, then they must have given it to the shapeshifter, willingly, which meant that they were done with it. They could have used the vampire to get themselves instilled with other people's magics and increase their count, but how then did they defeat the vampire in the first place? And why would they stop? If they had a means of increasing their power, why would they simply give it up?

He ate another bite of cobbler and shook his head. This was, without a doubt, his most challenging operation ever. Section had constructed psychological profiles on the six and attached them to the file that M'bata was given. According to them, the six were self righteous vigilantes, a type of people M'bata loathed more than any other. As much as their abilities scared him, their insolence infuriated him. Upon reading that they supposedly hit their clinics out of a misguided sense of "justice", M'bata decided to throw himself into the task of bringing them down, with zeal and caution at the same time.

His first step was to abduct their families, have them tortured and deliver the films of it to the six. It was intended both as a message to everyone who needed to see what happened when one messed with the Syndicate, and to put the coven "on an emotional tilt", as american gamblers liked to say. If they had been bait in a Section sting, then that would show soon. If not, and they were a super strong mystery coven, it didn't hurt one bit to have their judgment clouded by emotion before an attack.

His second step was to share the information of who the coven members were and where they attended school, so mercenaries and bounty hunters from all over the world would congregate on this University and attack the coven. M'bata posted men to observe and record these engagements. He held no illusion about mercenaries being able to take this coven down, so he had promised a gargantuan bounty. What he needed was to force the coven into action so he could flush out their Section backup, if they had any.

In case the coven was real, it fell to M'bata to take them down and he needed to see how they reacted to attacks, before planning one of his own. And now he heard that Ray and Felicity McDonough were there, messing with his plan by killing other bounty hunters. He couldn't send his teams in to stop them, since that could tip his hand off and ruin his strategy for defeating this coven. He also had no agents that were able to discreetly take down the "twisted twins", as they were known among those that were in the know. He was the only one that could possibly take them down quietly. His mouth twisted in displeasure. He had business in this town, and no inclination towards altering his timetable. If these twins killed everyone else, then their fight with the coven might just give them information enough to make a plan.