Lost Souls Ch. 02: Secrets

It wasn't that big of a deal to anybody but her. She knew both understood sex like this was natural for a Futa. Still this made her feel weak, and that was the greatest fear for a Futa. To be weak.

At that moment, Brianna felt Danny's hand roughly grip her cock, and within seconds of her touching it Brianna was cuming. To her dismay, it was one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had. She looked to the side as she came and she was met with a clear view of herself.

She was staring directly into the large mirror. She saw Danny and her beautiful silky legs clad in pantyhose mounting her. She saw her huge gorgeous ass that looked as if it was being cradled by that beautiful purple dress bounce with every savage thrust. She saw the crazed lustful expression on Danny's face as she had her way with Brianna's muscular behind.

Then Brianna saw herself with her pants around her ankles and completely bent over. She saw a thick meaty cock pumping her well-built ass. She saw it disappear with a slap into her asshole and reappear only to disappear again deep inside her.

She felt the massive meat rod inside her. It felt like a fist that punched her insides with every thrust. She watched as she came from the anal onslaught. Wave after wave of thick white cum shot from Brianna's thick cock onto the wall and her pants on the floor. The maid was going to be pissed. She was probably tired of cleaning semen.

In that moment she felt pathetic, but she felt like she deserved it for what she did to Alice. Thinking of Alice only made her cum harder. She groaned loudly as she gave the wall an extra coat of white paint, her large balls repeatedly clenching as her semen shot like water coming from a fire hose. She imagined herself in the position Danny, and Alice standing under her taking her thick white hot load.

She saw Danny's face twist in the mirror. Fucking her ass this deep must feel like sexual bliss for her, Brianna thought. She was close. Danny's thrusts came harder. Her once steady pattern of pounding now came uneven.

Danny in one last effort to squeeze every ounce of pleasure she could from Brianna's ass used all her considerable strength to delivered one last devastating thrust. Brianna held firm, and the slap sound it made reverberated throughout the room. It was so powerful that it might have shook the earth itself.

Brianna felt the cock jam deep within her well used ass, and she once again felt her guts shift to make room for the giant veiny cock that claimed her asshole. Danny's balls were wedged in her ass crack and Brianna felt them start pulsing against her.

Brianna watched herself get the anal fucking of a lifetime in the mirror. This was poetic justice, but she didn't really know what that was. She was just repeating phrases she heard smart people say that sounded right.

She felt it was impossible for her to feel anymore full than she did now. Danny started to shake as her tsunami of cum came, and Brianna was instantly proven wrong. Brianna felt it inside her. Danny filled her ass with so much cum that she felt like a water balloon. She watched in the mirror as Danny kept cuming. She was uncomfortable with what she saw. Being used as a cum dump by a more dominant woman.

She knew she couldn't take much more inside her, and just as the thought crossed her mind she saw and felt cum squirt out of her stretched asshole and the sensation made her let out a long low grunt.

Finally, it was over. Danny stood there still inside Brianna. She let out a long and satisfied sigh. She gently rocked herself in and out of Brianna's ass. Danny liked the sight of her huge cock stretching her asshole to its limits. Pulling it out the skin and then pushing it back in.

She liked looking at the thick cum that had broken the seal that was made by her cock and Brianna's asshole. Cum had shot in jets all up and down her toned ass cheeks. It made her feel powerful to use a strong woman like this as her toy.

Danny felt like she owned Brianna and everything she was. Danny also felt like she created her. She still presented enough of a challenge to make her interesting though. In a way, it was the same reason Brianna liked Alice, because she wasn't boring.

She held up her phone and snapped a picture. She would jack off to it later. Just like she did with the video of Brianna mouth fucking Alice. She liked that one. It showed the dominance her creation was capable of, and it made her feel even more powerful for dominating the dominance that was Brianna Alexander.

To her the picture looked like art. The giant, muscular, and powerful ass looked completely dominated by the massive cock spearing it. Jets of thick white cum covering her ass. The sight was almost enough to make her blow a second load up her butt. She truly felt powerful, and Danny was completely obsessed with power. She would use everything at her disposal to get it.

Finally, she pulled out. Brianna felt the wave of cum that just filled her asshole to the brim gush out of her. It was relieving but she still felt full, and at the same time oddly empty. She supposed it wasn't that odd considering Danny's cock was so big inside her she could feel Danny's pulse.

"Now that's an anal creampie!" Danny shouted. "Shit, like that you look like a cum filled bird bath." Danny said as she admired her work. it was an extreme comparison but she wasn't wrong, the cum pool that looked like a lake in Brianna's anal gape probably resembled a bird bath.

Danny snapped another picture. "Fucking art, I should sign that shit."

Brianna was pissed off. That was way more than she signed up for. Danny was acting strange. Brianna felt disrespected, and Danny usually treated her with the upmost respect. Tonight, she used her like a cheap whore that was only good for empting her balls into.

Respect was the most important thing to Brianna, and the main reason she did this for Danny was because she respected her enough to let Danny fuck her, despite her hatred for catching. She felt violated and taken advantage of, but the flames of her anger were doused by sadness when she thought of Alice. She must have felt the same way. Still, she couldn't let Danny see her remorse for the deed. So, she went with anger.

"Dude you went way overboard. What's wrong? You don't usually lose control like that. It was fucked up" Brianna said, uneasy and sore.

"I didn't hear you asking me to stop." Danny spat back with venom. She's right once again, but would she have if I asked? Brianna thought. "Don't worry girl. We will talk about it later. Man do I have some shit to show you. Right now, let me make it up to you by doing your makeup like I promised." Danny said. Brianna supposed she sounded sincere and apologetic.

"Awe shit man, we got cum all over my pants, and somehow you managed to stay clean. Fucking typical." Brianna said with a groan. Just then the door opened again. This time it wasn't her mother, but her girlfriend Karen.

"Hey, are you two done?" Karen said sheepishly as she stepped in the room. She stared at her the cum coated the wall, and then shifted her gaze to her girlfriend who was leaking cum from her ass. Karen also admired the two meaty cocks before her for a moment. Karen was a bit of a pervert so she couldn't help herself.

"Yeah, you are just in time. I promised to help Brianna with her makeup, and I should probably help her clean up considering this is my fault. You should help me Karen." Danny said with a smirk. The mood lightened and Brianna was starting to feel better. She was excited at the prospect of having makeup on she could be proud of. That and she just wanted to put all this behind her. No pun intended.

"Thanks." Brianna said with a concerned smile.

...

Brianna once again looked in the mirror. She smiled at the face that stared back at her. she was more than satisfied with Danny and Karen's work. Her suit had changed, and she now wore a white tie. Danny said neutral colors would go well together.

The makeup on her face was heavy enough to hide blemishes, but it was light enough that her natural beauty shine though. Her eyes looked fierce with the expert framing, and her lashes looked long and beautiful. Her lips were a rosy color. Danny said that was the right color because it helped highlight the natural color of her lips. That was part of Danny expertise. She left her with this advice, brows, lashes, lips, and then frame the face. Brianna was immensely satisfied.

"You look beautiful sweetie." Karen said, standing on her tip toes to kiss Brianna on the cheek.

"Hey careful! Don't screw up my foundation." Brianna said.

"Foundation huh? Looks at you're catching on. You will be a makeup artist in no time." Karen said to Brianna teasingly. Karen looked at Brianna like she was the only person on the planet that mattered. She was truly in love with Brianna. She was her Prince Charming.

"Hey, I'm not that stupid, I'm doing my best to learn this shit so no teasing." Brianna said smiling and blushing. "But thank you, I really needed that compliment after today. Even if I don't deserve it." Brianna said growing somber again. She couldn't stop the overflowing guilt for what she had done to Alice, and what's worse she had no idea how to make it right. If she even could make it right.

Karen put her hand around Brianna's waist. "You deserve that one and so many more, but seriously are you okay? Danny seemed a really off." Karen spoke the truth. Danny was off. Brianna often spent her time realizing others were right. She was glad she had picked up on Danny's odd behavior before anybody else. It made her feel smarter.

"I'm a little worried about her. I don't know what's wrong." Brianna admitted as they began to walk out of her bedroom to the dinner party in the ballroom downstairs. Her mother was probably going to be pissed for how long she had taken.

Karen knew what was wrong, but she was a coward. She was afraid of Danny, and she was terrified to reveal her secret. She didn't want to tell Brianna she had seen Danny doing Lust outside before she came into the party.

Karen didn't want to make Danny angry. Nobody did. She also didn't want to start something between Brianna and Danny. That would be a true clash of titans, and she knew Brianna would say something. Brianna was the opposite of her. Karen was a sniveling coward, and Brianna was brave and bold.

So, she kept it to herself as they both walked down the stairs into the ocean of high profile people that mingled in the ballroom. Everybody who mattered in the city was in this room right now, and all eyes were on the two of them.

As they descended the stairs the heads in the ballroom turned to look at them like a wave. They were the center of attention. The thoughts of Danny quickly left their minds as the two reveled in the moment. All one hundred plus eyes in the ballroom were on them. The most influential people in Bellem City. It was like a Prince and Princess joining their loyal subjects for a party.

In the corner of the ballroom surrounded by giggling women Danny sat and watched her creations descend the stairs. All eyes were on them, as people hurried to greet the mayor's daughter and her arm candy. They looked regal, she thought, and a crooked smile cracked across her face.

...

Smoke filled the air and Morgan could feel a stabbing pain in her stomach. It was red all over. She carried her collapsed comrade across an open field. She heard the whizzing of bullets just barely missing them as she moved as fast as she could. One ricocheted off her helmet. Another found its way into her shoulder, but none managed to find a vital spot. The gunners weren't used to the unnatural speed at which a Futa soldier could move.

Her battalion made up entirely of Futa soldiers had been dubbed The Soldiers of Sin for their origins and the feats they were capable of on the battlefield, but right now she didn't look like one of the most dominant forces enemy soldiers told horror stories about. She didn't look like a soldier of the battalion that would win The War of Lost Generations for their country.

Right now, she was just trying to survive and save her friend. She ran until her lungs burned as if they were filled with napalm. She had no intentions of stopping, but she was met the only thing that could slow her down, an explosion of hellfire.

Morgan Kelts woke in a cold sweat. She clutched at the scar on her stomach as her breath came in ragged waves. She choked back the tears that threatened to start flowing down her cheeks like rivers. I will not cry, she thought. Morgan didn't often sleep well. Memories of her past liked to come haunt her like ghosts in the night. It wasn't the house that was haunted. It was she who was haunted, and she haunted the rest of the world.

She spent most of her nights lying in bed sweating in between night terrors and masturbation sessions. She wasn't like normal Futa women. She didn't have a group of them, and she didn't play the dominance game.

It wasn't worth it for her, because she knew she would win every time. it wasn't fun, that and sex usually meant making an emotional connection with somebody and Morgan Kelts did everything she could to avoid that. She told herself she was to damaged for such things.

Still, she was a Futa and had urges that were natural for her. she wasn't ashamed by it. The need for release was just as important as breathing to their kind. If they didn't release regularly they would start to succumb to their primal urges and become horny monsters.

She supposed in that way she understood the worlds fear of them, and why there were so many hate groups that despised them. But at the same time, she had seen the horrors all humans were capable of. Not just her kind. All humans had a monster lurking inside them waiting to strike when they were at their most vulnerable. She didn't curse those monsters, and instead embraced them. They were the only reason she was alive today.

She had discovered that sometimes to survive a person needed to use every resource available to them, and that included the demons that lived in the hearts of humans. She knew that they couldn't be allowed to take control, and the person had to control them.

They had to brandish it like a weapon while trying to retain their humanity. It was a balancing act. One in which they had to walk on a razors edge getting cut deeply all along the way. It was a double-edged sword with no hilt, just blade, but it was a necessary evil.

She began to hear rustling and crying. She sat up and looked at the baby monitor. Its counterpart was in Alice's room. She knew it was wrong, but the ghosts that haunted her caused her to do questionable things. She peeled the sheet off her sweaty body and looked between her legs. Her thick cock hung there hard as rock again. She had already masturbated three times but she wasn't surprised.

That girl was driving her crazy. That and she had a crazy strong sex drive. She tried to avoid personal relationships. Especially with pretty women because her cock had a mind of its own. She put on her tights and padded out of the room.

She didn't know why she was walking down the hallway, but she did it in complete silence. There wasn't so much as a sound. Her long legs made even longer strides than usual. She stopped to check on Rainey in her room, but only for a second. Once she saw she was fast asleep holding her little stuffed cat she started her long silent strides once again.

She felt it was urgent to get to the crying girl, and she didn't know why. It was perfectly natural for a girl in her situation to cry herself to sleep. She knew under the right care Alice would heal. It would be a slow and hard process, but she would. Alice was strong. She wouldn't succumb to the ghosts of her past. She would ask Carla about taking on another patient tomorrow during their session.

She didn't know why she was headed to Alice's side, but she could use it as an opportunity to confirm her earlier theory of what Alice's other little secret might be. It would give her an answer as to why she was so immensely attracted to her that her cock threated to tear a hole through her tights. Her theory was either right, or her discipline was slipping.

She took the cool decorative metal knob in her hand, and slowly opened the door. Light from the hall flooded the room like a breach in a submarine. She stared in at the bed for a moment.

"Alice, are you okay?" Miss Kelts asked gingerly. Careful not to scare the small girl with a big attitude. No reply came. Alice just lay in bed tossing and turning, and still crying.

Miss Kelts padded gently over to the edge of the bed like a cat prowling through the night. She moved silently, a skill and habit she picked up from her tenure spent in the military fighting a war she didn't understand. She sat on the edge of the bed. Alice still didn't wake.

Morgan figured she would be light sleeper considering the time she spent sleeping in the streets, but she supposed if she spent most nights on the street she would sleep like a rock once she got into a nice comfy bed to. She thought it really stood as a testament to how much Alice must trust her, and for that Morgan thought the girl was naïve. It was time her theory was proven true, or false.

She reached her hand out slowly, and pulled the covers off the restless girl. Miss Kelts was surprised at how much the girl seemed to be sweating, and how sexy her body looked. Though she felt bad for the girl, as it appeared Alice rivaled her own haunted sleep.

She looked at Alice as she lay on the bed. It appeared they both were wearing relatively the same thing. Miss Kelts wore one of her white button ups as did Alice. The white shirt clung to her body, and it was almost see through now. It was like the girl had won a wet t-shirt contest.

She couldn't help but stare because the shirt outlined her perky breasts perfectly, and she could see her little pink nipples. Morgan desperately wanted to take Alice's breasts in her hands and mouth. The wet shirt drew her body perfectly. It accentuated her every curve. She was stunning.

Miss Kelts could feel herself getting harder. She was aroused at the appearance as well as the idea of a much smaller girl wearing her clothes. It brought out the primal need to protect, and made her feel more dominant.

Please make this easy she thought, as she reached for the long shirt that hung around Alice's thighs. She took hold and lifted the soaked shirt. Miss Kelts smiled. Her theory was right, and Morgan loved to be right. She lowered the shirt back into place. Another mystery of Alice Rorshack had been solved. Still, this might present a problem.

Since she sat down the girl had stopped tossing; however, she still whimpered quietly. It was hard seeing Alice like this. It reminded her of herself after the war, and that broke her heart. Alice was usually so headstrong and unwilling to show even the slightest bit of weakness. She must have gone through a war of her own to change like this. Only extreme circumstance can cause a person to evolve.

Morgan knew the girl would be okay, and she would make sure of it. A sword needs to be tempered by fire to get stronger. The fire makes the blade weak and molten, and as it cools it gets stronger than it ever was. Morgan wondered if she herself was at the cooling stage yet. She didn't think so. Her heart still felt molten and weak.

The tall beautiful soldier began to stand, but she felt a cool hand grip her arm. Her heart skipped a beat. For a moment, she thought that Alice might have been awake this whole time, but as she looked back down at Alice she realized that was not the case.

Alice lay there still whimpering in her sleep with an outstretched hand holding onto her savior. It was kind of funny she thought. She assumed this cliché only happened in shitty poorly written rom com movies. Miss Kelts sighed.