Rubberwerks 2 - Part 6

"No," she gasped. It was a weak refutation, but she couldn't allow herself to surrender so readily. She thought of Sharon, of how she had to be strong to protect her, save her from whatever it was inside Janice's body.

You are only keeping her from this pleasure.

Another spike of energy in her clit, in her nipples, in her belly and tongue and ass. Every nerve sang with desire.

You will have the pleasure of offering her this feeling. And you will be together forever. One of us. She will thank you when it is done. Just as you will thank us.

Again, the wave of sensation, leaving her collapsed o all fours on the floor of the bathroom, saliva streaming from he mouth in a long strand, her mind struck dumb by the battering rams of sexual energy.

"I can't stand any more," she gurgled.

You can.

Another wave, greater than all the others. Her body fell the rest of the way to the cool tile while her brain swam in a pool of erotic blankness. The ooze moved inside her, beneath her skin, behind her eyes and into her brain. It found no more resistance.

Janice's eyes fluttered.

"Thank you," she said.

Renae Rask was home for the day enjoying her martini when she heard the shriek. Her nose wrinkled, despite the very good gin seasoning her tongue. She placed the martini in its tall glass on the end table beside her and sats till, listening past the old crooner singing through the speakers on either side of the fireplace. No further sound found her.

She stood and looked out on the streets of the town. A few couples and individuals drifted through the lamplit streets, but most of the citizens of this impromptu village were home. There was a party planned at the end of the first week and she expected more of the inhabitants would show themselves after dark there.

There was someone she recognized moving toward the apartments, the tall, butch woman who was certainly involved romantically with the smaller girl. The two owned the coffee shop. They were careful not too demonstrate their distasteful lifestyle too much in public, but Rask saw the way they looked at one another. She'd known a few lesbians in her time, the concept wasn't wholly unfamiliar to her, but they had the decency to keep it hidden. They were only found out by subtle clues, not the open hand-holding and kissing of the modern-day versions. It was notable that the butch, the man in the relationship, Rask was sure, was entering the apartment alone. Was their trouble brewing in their sinful relationship? Maybe this town was its own kind of paradise, one in which God himself would pass judgement on those he deemed unworthy for this Garden of Eden in the jungle.

Rask swallowed the last of her martini, having forgotten all about the scream.

Tatum lifted Jenny's hips, finding that perfect angle that would sink him deep inside her. Jenny arched her back, her fingers splayed out beside her. Tatum supported her weight, her torso hovering a few inches over the surface of the mattress. His muscular arms flexed, ropey veins sliding beneath the skin.

Jenny loved how he kept himself in shape, a body more athletic than the one she first experienced in college. While Jenny's body softened and rounded at the edges, Tatum's angles grew sharper. He didn't complain about the few extra pounds Jenny wore these days. Quite the opposite. When they were lying together at night, he would often stroke the swell of her ass, or run his fingers along her side, which featured a crease that hadn't existed when they met in college.