April 2011 Doings and Onward - 3

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If you made it here, congratulations! This is the segment that gets juiciest for those of you who are more into sexual activity than all that 2012 stuff.
The fact that it is 2011 or even early 2012 in the story, is all but forgotten. In the following, there will be all manner of regular sex, female masturbation, female sexual abuse of males, a clash between two big, strong amazon dominatrix types, lesbian sex and a sprinkling of metaphysics. This segment (web-page) is also shorter than the last. Here we go...

"WHOOEEE!" Becky hooted, "THAT hit the SPOT! OOO! Okay slut, you can go. See ya!"
"Gee, thanks Mistress!" Alex chuckled in mock sarcasm, but genuinely entertained at yet another one of Becky's sexual escapades and sexual "abuse", so to speak, of Alex himself.

After that, Becky quite often masturbated on Alex's velomobile or her own. She never used Forest's velomobile for this. Apparently, it was a sort of "respect", shall we say, that Becky had for the somewhat more delicate personality of Forest.

So, Becky discovered the use of a velomobile's rear ridge for masturbation with Alex's, and occasionally, her own velomobile as subjects. She completely left Forest's velomobile untouched by her vagina. Becky's use of the back of velomobiles for masturbation would continue, even as they traveled.

Anyway, Alex, Forest and Becky prepared for the velomobile trip to her parents' farm and finally began. This put them in early September.

Becky's parents had called by telephone, patched through volunteer ham radio (local call to one of volunteering amateur radio operator, who then contacted Alex by ham radio. Alex kept his amateur (ham) radio receiver on all night, monitoring for any calls). Becky's parents asked them to get there by September for harvest.

In West Virginia, the weather is already becoming cool and dry, sometimes, depending when the cool fronts begin. All the decade of the 2000s, the weather has been erratic, but that particular year indeed, a nice cool front blasted through, with vigorous storms in attendance. When they began the trip, the high temperature was 72 with a low in the 40s.

The first several minutes of the trip were over the hilly, twisting and turning West Virginia state road. Velomobiles eat up the twisting and turning of West Virginia state roads eagerly, but the grading of the interstates are better for setting up a steady pedaling cadence.

Similar to that arduous journey pulling the car and trailer, Alex, Forest and Becky stayed in the right lane of the interstate. But in the velomobiles, it sure was faster. Generally, twenty-two miles per hour was easily maintained. They used that same duty-cycle sequence; fifty minutes pedaling, ten minutes rest, four periods of such, a "lunch" break, and four more periods. One-hundred-forty miles per day was the average.

As mentioned before, from West Virginia to South Carolina is, on the average, down hill. There are a little more down hill runs than up hill, so it may have made a small difference. The most notable is that long up hill, if headed north, or down hill, if headed south, on interstate 77 in Virginia.
Also, don't forget that absolutely cool tunnel. When dragging that confounded car-trailer rig, the tunnel was a little claustrophobic, especially for some reason, to Becky. Not to mention, in the north direction, the tunnel is generally slightly up hill. But in the velomobiles, it was fun.

Up hill runs slow the velomobiles to as slow as eight miles per hour. But they sure make up time on the other side. Due to the streamlining of velomobiles, without any pedaling at all, they easily attain speeds of 40 to 50 miles per hour. On that long, severe down-hill, speeds got up to 70 miles per hour and still accelerating before they applied brakes to keep it down. Seventy miles per hour in a velomobile feels like seven hundred miles per hour! The hills become milder after entering North Carolina.

Unlike that creeping trip pulling the car and trailer at two miles per hour, the velomobiles were always able to reach the next rest-area. On the first day, Alex, Forest and Becky put in an extra two hours to make the next rest-area, after turning down the opportunity to stop at a rest-area six hours into their first day. They considered that too soon or too short of a distance for that day. Sometimes, that is the choice that has to be made. During these times, rest-areas had become overnight camp-grounds for cyclists or horse travelers. Fenced in small areas of pasture and/or hay was provided for horses. Showers were available for the travelers. So, every day, the three were able to shower before sleeping, unlike before.

There were cabins to rent in some rest-areas, but Forest, Alex and Becky always slept in their tent. They formed a rough triangle with their three velomobiles, with Becky's two-seater being the one too long to make an even triangle. They pitched their small tent within that formation. Alex and Forest had designed a proximity alarm to detect movement coming too close to their camp. An M-16, for Alex, and assault rifles, one each for Forest and Becky, were kept close. And of course, that meant they packed that kind of "heat" in their velomobiles while on the move.

Needless to say, Becky seduced, if necessary, both Alex and Forest into filling her furnace, and as always, Alex first. Usually, Alex did not need seducing, he wanted in Becky himself. Becky claimed she absolutely must sex before she can sleep.

In the tent, Becky slept nude. When outside during the day, she wore her "bathing suit", the one that consisted of a vagina patch and strings, with, sometimes, a sleeveless t-shirt top. Forest tended to put on pants, and always a sleeveless t-shirt. He might even put on a long-sleeve shirt in the mornings. Alex only put on a sleeveless t-shirt.

Becky pedals nude. When on the ten-minute-rests, they may or may not exit the velomobiles. Usually they do to give the body a break from the seat, comfortable though it may be, and just to stretch and "air out". Becky brazenly does this nude. She asks Alex and Forest to park their velomobiles on the right side (away from the highway) of hers, leaving a space for Becky to rest with her back to and against her velomobile. There, with her legs spread, she will nap or just relax those ten minutes. Becky also stays nude the entire hour for lunch.

But, that's not all. No, not with wild Becky! As mentioned before, she discovered masturbating on the back of the velomobiles. Well, indeed. On every lunch break, where generally they just pull the velomobiles into the grass for lunch and a nap, Becky indeed masturbated by dragging her vagina over the rear ridge of, in this case, her own velomobile. Her arousal secretes juice which slicks it up, and she humps away furiously, screeching loudly upon orgasm. The whole velomobile bounces and rocks while it is being pounded by her cunt. She does this in the wide open. There is little traffic. Maybe there is one 18-wheel truck per hour. On day-one and day-three, no one noticed Becky's activity.

On this trip, they more or less moved during the later hours of the day. They generally began at two P.M. and so, ended up breaking for "lunch" around five P.M. There is no more day-light-savings time, so five P.M. in September is already darkening and with very long shadows or totally twilight. So there was not bold bright light on Becky as she pounded her velomobile.

However, on the second day, Becky was slamming away, huffing and puffing, with orgasm close to exploding. Alex and Forest saw some cyclists coming way down the highway, which would be behind Becky, and so then warned her. But she could not stop. Rapidly building ecstasy of orgasm had Becky helplessly in its grips. As the four cyclists drew near, two men and two women, Becky was thrashing away on her velomobile and screeching. And of course, all her huge amazon physique was nude, with muscles rippling, especially her big muscle-butt. With each powerful thrust, her butt rippled with waves of muscle.

Temperature was sixty-two or there abouts at the time, so skimpy dress was not required, let alone nudity. This is pointed out to express the fact that Becky was nude by choice and preference. Alex and Forest were wearing sleeveless t-shirts over their bikinis, and, Forest, he additionally had slipped on pants for the duration of the lunch-break.

Embarrassed Forest and wide-eyed Alex observed the cyclists as they passed. One of the guys said, "Pound that thing!". The other said, "So that's what them little cars are good for". One of the lady's called out "Get a vibrator" while the other lady stared wide-eyed with an expression that indicated surprise, but, sort of like approval, as in, "go for it, girl", or, "show your stuff".

Other than the stares and comments, that was all there was to it. Like, if that's what that gal wants to do, and she doesn't mind doing it in front of everyone, go ahead! Generally the attitude of everyone had become much more easier going than when this yarn was written (early 2000s). However, it succeeded in embarrassing Forest. Alex was intensely intrigued, not embarrassed.

On the forth day, after two straight hours without the break, Forest, Alex and Becky arrived at her parents' farm. They started a little earlier that day, one P.M., and so arrived at 3 P.M. They pedaled on up to the house. Becky's parents were in the fields.

Becky got out of her velomobile, nude of course, and seeing no one was around, immediately masturbated on her velomobile's rear ridge, right there, in the back-yard. This aroused Alex who begged Becky to let him in her. Naturally, Becky took Alex to her bedroom, pushed Alex onto his back on her bed, straddled over him, and they thoroughly enjoyed each other. Finally, Forest was aroused by this as well. For Forest, Becky leaned over on her bed and let him drill her from behind.
Forest orgasmed before Becky since she had already orgasmed three times; once on her velomobile, and twice with Alex. After Forest left her hole, Becky was in a building orgasm. "Follow me, guys!" Becky commanded, and led them both outside back to her velomobile where she pulled the orgasm on out by masturbating on her velomobile again. Is there no sexual satiety for this woman?

After all that, they showered. Forest and Alex laid out their mats in the guest room. Becky made them place the mats together, and, with Becky between her guys, the three of them slept a while.
And so went the trip there.

Well, they harvested with their parents, mostly the high ethanol-yield corn, along with smaller acreages of miscellaneous vegetables. During the harvest, the same kind of activities between Becky and her guys went on as during planting.

The harvest was complete in little over three weeks. The corn would be converted to fuels for trains, trucks, electric generation and hospital generators. Very little was left for personal automobiles.

There were other crops that would be ready for harvest later, but they were just miscellaneous acreages of vegetables. George and Felicity said they could handle it themselves.

George and Felicity missed Becky not coming earlier, but understood that she has a nice, fulfilling job, in a situation that was described by her as "totally wonderful; it's something Ah can relate to". They talked about the possibility of Becky and her guys coming for Christmas and things like that. Becky warned the job might keep her there, because surely there will be increased orders for velomobiles around Christmas. That would require all the velomobile builders to be present, if possible. Becky urged her parents to obtain velomobiles and come to West Virginia. The money made from the ethanol corn harvest would allow them to buy the velomobiles, and, Becky could get special deals.

George and Felicity's main concern is they are not in shape. Felicity is fairly well off, but George could loose just a bit of weight. Becky suggested that they just take it easy. Other discussion over who visits who followed, but without much in the way of resolution.

With October nearing, Forest, Alex and Becky began the velomobile trip back to West Virginia. Now the days were really short, and starting at two P.M. as they always did put them into near darkness for "lunch". This was good for the inevitable fact that Becky is going to masturbate.

Despite the cool temperatures, Becky continued to pedal nude and during the ten-minute-breaks remained nude. During lunch break, she cooled off a bit then slipped on a sleeveless t-shirt, but nothing else, in other words, she went "bottomless". In this attire, she masturbated.

Forest, on the first day out, asked Becky, "Do you always have to masturbate?"
"Sho do, honey!" Becky pertly replied, "Or else, Ah can't take mah nap!".
"Does it bother you, Forest?", Alex asked, "I enjoy seeing it! Wow!"
"Well, of course you do, perv", Forest replied, joking.
"Yeah", agreed Becky giggling, "He's a slut!"

In the cool temperatures, Forest and Alex still wore their bikinis in the velomobile while pedaling, but during ten-minute-breaks in the day Forest slipped on a sleeveless t-shirt while Alex remained in his bikini only. During lunch and the ten-minute-breaks after dark, Alex too would slip on a sleeveless t-shirt. But additionally, especially toward the last ten-minute breaks, and especially on the second and third days, Forest put on long-sleeved shirt and pants.

During this cool weather, in the tent, Becky still slept nude but under a blanket. Outside, she put on her vagina-patch and strings and a sleeveless t-shirt top. Forest went for pants and long-sleeve shirt. Alex generally wore pants and sleeveless shirt.

Indeed, it took a bit longer to get back to West Virginia than coming. It took five hours of pedaling, with the breaks, on the fourth day to arrive home.
And thus went the velomobile trip home.

Becky, Forest and Alex planned a couple of days relaxing before returning to their velomobile building jobs. But Alex received a ham-radio call from their German boss from the factory, asking if they were home now (since an earlier radio contact indicated they would arrive home the next day). Apparently, velomobile orders were piling up like never before. Alex received the radio call in the evening of the very day they arrived home. The boss wanted them to return to work tomorrow if at all possible. Alex balked just a bit, until Becky grabbed the microphone from him and barked in reply, "We'll be there!"
"Thank you!" the German gentleman said in his German accent.

"Aw, shucks!" Alex muttered, and so did Forest.
"Come on, y'all!" Becky insisted, "Y'all likes buildin' velomobiles; Ah know Ah do. Ah wants to get back into it! Ah likes that place, it's so... quaint..."
"Yeah, you're right", Alex conceded, "It's sort of a job for people who don't like jobs! Besides, we're all together."

As Alex said that, he came along side nude Becky, on her left, and snuggled, followed by Forest coming at her right side. Becky, of course, soaked it in.

Becky then announced, "And further more, Ah is takin' over. Ah'll take orders from Schroeder", (the German boss) "and organize work between me and you guys. We've been doin' it piece-work, and Ah's gonna whip it into shape. Ah has learned enough to know what needs to be done, and Ah's gonna eliminate some of the inefficiencies."
"So...", Alex began, "You're going to, like, be our immediate boss?"
"Sho nuff!", Becky replied enthusiastically, "Ah is already y'all's Mistress, so, this is just a slight extension of mah status."
"Ooo, I like it!" purred Forest, clinging on Becky's arm, and feeling her muscles.
"Me too!" Alex agreed, as he too felt over Becky's other muscular arm, and kissed her on her shoulder.

Becky drew her arms back from their hands to hug them both, pulling them tight against her bosom. She huffed, somewhat breathy, "Y'all is absolute angels, I tell you what!"

After the warming hug, Becky ordered, "Now lets eat, do some fuckin', and get some sleep for tomorrow!"

Well, indeed, Becky, Forest and Alex arrived at work to a pile of velomobile build orders.
That day, as before, Schroeder basically would hand the orders over to Alex and let them go at it. Over the next few days, Schroeder began to notice the "change". Appreciative of what turned out to be an apparent increase in productivity, he asked a few questions as to what was going on, mostly out of curiosity. Becky fielded all his questions. It did not take long for Schroeder to figure out who was boss of those three. From then on, he handed build orders to Becky.

Schroeder had been noticing the phenomenon ever since Alex arrived with Becky. She was "boss potential." Of course she had a learning curve, but as she learned, and she learned quickly, she began ordering Alex, who was technically "senior" to her, and Forest with considerable authority. After that day, it was more or less, "official".

In this quaint little... almost like a "hobbit's factory", nothing is ever quite "official" in the way that term once meant, only a few years previous to their present. But one thing was clear to Schroeder, he could hand velomobile-build-orders to Becky... and relax. The finished products were made ready for shipping or pickup in a few days. Usually, the customer had to choose pickup, with the customer actually making a journey to the factory, then pedal the velomobile home; remember the terrible conditions of public travel and delivery due to the fuel crisis. Becky, Forest and Alex became a microcosm of velomobile-building efficiency.

With the Becky-Forest-and-Alex trio of velomobile builders, the biggest holdup on occasion was slow delivery of raw materials. Again, any kind of delivery in their time is severely hampered by the fuel crisis. But when materials were delivered, they were placed at the edge of the road, a mile or more from the mid-forest factory. (Why mid-forest, one may wonder; cheap land and far from the mayhem of the cities.) It was Becky with her powerful physique of muscles that would heave the heavy crates of materials on to some sort of wagon and pull them in. Her muscles were then best at ripping open the crates quickly and placing the various materials and components to where she, Alex and Forest could obtain them while building.

Alex ended up doing most of the actual assembly work while Forest seemed to specialize in making the farings. He seemed to have the artistic touch necessary to build a nice, streamlined and attractive faring, which is the most visible part of a velomobile. However they did it, the Becky-Forest-and-Alex trio was quite effective.

During the summer and then, after their return from Becky's parents' farm, another thing had been developing, and that is, the slow recognition of the fact, that like it or not, Becky was the "top alpha female" of the entire factory and spiritualist community.
Becky herself neither recognized it at first, nor wanted it after she understood what was going on.

And, she who was, apparently, the "top alpha female" before Becky came did not like Becky's effects on both men, and other women. And as well, this former "top alpha female", Jasmine, was the head of the electronics assembly part of the factory, located in the inner-most areas. That probably explains why Jasmine calls herself and has her workers in the electronics assembly call her Electrobitch.

When Becky needed electronics, she had the choice of sending either Alex, (never Forest) or go there herself. Alex would be approached by this Jasmine, the Electrobitch. Imagine a woman your height or greater, and heavier and stronger; she was already intimidating with such a stature, along with very light skin, black hair, dark-brown eyes and blood-red lipstick. Standing six feet tall, or six-feet-three or more in shiny black stiletto heels, and weighing a good 170 pounds, this lady was stronger than Alex and certainly aggressive. Dressed in a black leathery outfit consisting of a sleeveless half-length unbuttoned leather jacket and leather miniskirt, she would "bump" into Alex and occasionally feel his butt. He dared only smile and let her do it.

When Alex spoke of this to Becky, she made sure she did the electronics acquisitions from then on. But then, Becky had to withstand Jasmine's icy stares. Becky related to Alex and Forest that someone disliking her so much makes her feel uncomfortable and sad, but Becky neither understood why nor knew what to do about it. Physically, Becky felt no threat from Jasmine. Though Jasmine, with the help of those stiletto heels which she usually wore, stood six-feet-three, taller than Becky's six-feet-one, Becky was far more powerfully built. And Becky's six-feet-one was a totally honest height, since Becky usually went bare-footed or in tennis-shoes. Becky did actual purchases of electronics from another member of the electronics assembly area, a lady that admired Becky, but Jasmine was always near, on a low simmer.

Another phenomenon that certainly did not sit well with Jasmine, is that before Becky, all the ladies in the electronics area tended to dress like Jasmine, with the leather jackets, skirts and heels. Now, those gals with bodies they felt were "viewable", began opting for the vagina-patch and strings type of bathing suit that Becky wore, or other types of bikini-like outfits, along with wearing tennis shoes.

Men being attracted to Becky's part of the factory was more or less to be expected. But the women hung around there too, at times, when they had the chance, including the ones from electronics. They invited Becky to be with them during breaks and lunch. Becky politely turned them down, usually, because she always took Forest and Alex onto the woodland trails to find a secluded spot for sex. Becky did not know why the ladies were this way, but she just maintained a friendly manner with them.

As to the men, she was kind and gentle to men with slender builds, but a little gruff with a few men that had heavier builds. They soon learned to just leave Becky be, she was obviously not interested. But one obstinate man in particular annoyed her. He was beefier than Forest or Alex, and had one of those heaving chests with rippling pecs. Possibly weighing 190 pounds, that put him at, or just above, Becky's weight and strength. Becky usually informed this guy with great finesse, lady-like manners and veiling most of her feelings of her desire to see him go away with subtle statements like, "Fuck off, bastard!!!"...
Yes, very subtle indeed.

Once, after she ordered him to "fuck off", he replied, "I'll fuck off, but why don't ya let me do it in your hole", which resulted in an enraged furry of cussing and a pipe-wrench being thrown at him. He ducked, fended himself with his arm as the wrench slammed into his forearm, leaving a bleeding scrape and a nasty bruise.

Between "ow"s, "ouch"es and much cussing, the shirtless muscle-man scrammed, after managing to retort "Fuck you, bitch!" That only resulted in another heavy object being thrown at him which he successfully dodged.

Of course, in this open factory with no dividing walls, and generally not that noisy, the whole place heard Becky's powerful voice and the ruckus. Folks who were closer to the action witnessed the "fuck your hole" comment from the guy, and also spoke of the many times Becky warned him off. This let Becky off the hook of any reprimands, not to mention, Mr. Schroeder was very defensive of her.

After that dust had settled, the next day, Electrobitch called on Becky at Becky's part of the factory. Near them was a crate that Becky had pulled in earlier, still half full of fiberglass panels, used for velomobile farings. The crate's walls were ¾-inch plywood...

Well, Jasmine the Electrobitch came storming over during a break, glared at a surprised Becky and simply warned, "I'll warn you only once, in a way your simple mind can understand! ANY bitch that beats up or in any way messes with my men, will get this treatment!..."
Dressed in extra short, black leathery skirt and her usual sleeveless half-length leather jacket which was not buttoned, and of course, stiletto heels, she slammed a surge of power into her hard, muscular legs which had her in midair, from which she lashed out a deadly kick into the side of the plywood crate, easily blasting a ragged hole all the way through that ¾-inch plywood. Electrobitch landed deftly and confidently on her feet, in a steady stance, despite the dirt surface which normally would make walking in stiletto heels tricky. Apparently accustomed to it, Jasmine's well formed calf muscles were flexed, indicating she was supporting most of her weight on the balls of her feet. Otherwise, the stilettos would sink through.

"That, ape-bitch", Jasmine warned, "Could have been your chest-wall!"

That was it! She stormed off before Becky could say a thing.

"Achteliber!" remarked Mr. Schroeder, who saw it too, "Eine Löwefrau!"

"What a prize-winnin', number-one grade-a shit head!" boiled Becky.
"Eine shashkoff!", Alex remarked, "For you Germans!"
"Yah! Das ist korrekt!" Mr. Schroeder agreed.

Forest came up to Becky's side, felt over her arm of muscles and assured, "You've got twice her strength, Becky! If you wore those things, YOU could do it!"
"Aw come on, sweety", Becky reassured Forest, "She don't worry me none. Ah has to admit though, Ah's not so dang sho Ah could move like that!"
"That vas a kick-box move", warned Mr. Schroeder, "You are bigger, but she can beat men bigger than her. Und das ist vithout the heels! She ist dangerous!"
"Bull-shit!", Becky defiantly asserted.
"I vould not like to see my up and coming velomobile department manager come to harm!"
"Don't worry about nothin'", Becky assured, "Ah's the last that's gonna be harmed around here, that' fo sho!"

Perhaps due to Becky's past; being raised in an orphanage as she indicated, and some of the rough stuff she has been through, another woman threatening her is nothing new. Becky seemed to quickly put Electrobitch's threat behind her and got back to work.
But both Alex and Forest continued to be bothered by the incident and it effected their work. Forest was most obvious because his normally artful touch to the velomobile farings was slowed or altered. Becky saw this, and more than once came up to Forest, drew him warmly into her bosom in a snug embrace and said something like, "Don't let that shit; that shit-bitch, that is, bother you! Y'all is safe! Ah'll take her apart with a pair o' pliers if'n she touches any of y'all!" Then she kissed him a couple times. Each time Becky let go, Forest hesitated and wanted more. It was a cool day, and Becky, Forest and Alex still dressed in their bikini type attire. Forest did have a tank-top additionally. They were okay until after that incident. Among the effects on Forest is that he felt the chill.

Meanwhile, Alex showed less visible effects. Once, when Becky had gone to another area of the factory to get miscellaneous hardware, Alex commented, "Wow, did you see, that gal didn't have any underwear! And a shaven cunt. Man!"
"Yeah, now that you mention it, I noticed that too", Forest agreed, but quickly added, "But she threatened Becky! She's mean! Becky has everything that bitch has and more!"
"Oh yes, yes, I hear you! It was just an interesting observation, that's all", Alex replied.
"She appears very muscular and all, and is very statuesque; I don't know if this happens to women, but she may be jealous of Becky's bigger physique", theorized Forest.
"Well, they get jealous with each other over beauty", Alex said, thinking out loud, "So if being big and strong is important to her, then yes, she would be jealous."

Well, it looked like Alex was doing okay... His duties were more nuts-and-bolts in nature, more straight-forward and step-by-step. In fact, the work was possibly "therapeutic" for him. However... the construction of a velomobile does have some choices here and there...

It was toward the end of the day. The Becky-Forest-Alex trio managed four whole velomobile-build-orders completed. As per usual at the end of the day, Becky, Forest and Alex rolled the velomobiles to an area of concrete opposite the end of the factory that everyone arrives and leaves from. This area of concrete was one hundred feet long and as wide as the rest of the factory. It was there for a possible future extension of the "factory" itself; which would just be more support poles and tin roof. Additionally, a nice little paved path led from the factory/concrete-slab-extension to an area of large tin sheds in which building or repair materials were stored, along with farm tools, batteries, solar panels, wind generator parts and wind-tower parts. This made an excellent area to test the velomobiles for handling, steering, ability under hard pedaling and other tests before deeming them ready.

Two velomobiles made earlier in the day tested fine. But the next two did not go so well. Actually, they thought one was okay, but the ill fitting front wheels that were too small for their wheel-wells or spaces, was overlooked, probably due to mental distraction. However, on the other one, the ill fitting front wheels that were too big for their spaces, though equally overlooked, quickly became obvious...

Forest was pedaling it. When he attempted a u-turn on the main concrete slab, a raspy "RRRRR!" sound issued forth from the front wheel wells of the faring and he found steering severely limited. He was unable to make the u-turn within the entire width of the main concrete, which was "only" forty feet wide.

Getting out and examining, Forest announced, "Oh! No wonder! The wrong sized wheels are on here!"

Becky and Alex came running up and looked, "Shit! You're right!" Becky complained.
"OH NO!!!", Alex wailed.
"Why like that, Alex?", Forest asked, "Just change the wheels over. The newest designs in velomobiles is these front wheels mounting via lug bolts, just like a car. Makes taking them off for a flat a breeze!"
"It isn't that simple!", Alex cried, "The wheel mounts are different sizes; I have to change the wheel assembly on both! And that requires removing the faring!"

Mounting a faring on a velomobile is a headache. There are many bolts, all with flexible washers, and in out-of-reach-places. The faring must be propped at times in the mounting process and one needs the flexibility of a snake to reach some of the bolts. Alex's lithe body is excellent for this, but it is a major change-out job that will take over an hour per velomobile.

There were always a few stragglers in going home from the factory; a few people who hung around, mostly it seemed, to view the velomobile testing. They generally stayed just under the roof of the main factory, out of the open concrete area, as a consideration to the testing; so as not to get in the way. Being early to mid October, the sky was dark blue above with stars coming out, graduating to magnificent reds and oranges around the south-western horizon. So the light was not good and they were quite some distance from where those people stood. Possibly, they could not see what was going on very well, but they could observe the gist of it...

"You chuckle-head!", Becky chastised Alex, "Come here slut, and kneel before me!"
"Yes Mistress", Alex replied obediently as he knelt before Becky.
"Lick mah cunt!", Becky ordered, "Lick it clean! It's wet from looking at you two all day, especially you, slut, what with yo butt that you keep bared and yo actin' sexy and all, tryin' to get me goin'!"
"But I can't help it if my bikini creeps up like that!", Alex tried to explain, "I have to get into all sorts of odd and cramped positions in assembling velomobiles and, it just gets like that!"
"Come on slut!", Becky shot back, "Ah sees ya pullin' it up! Yo is doin' it to get me a-goin'! Well, I ain't lettin' you in me tonight! And further mo, lick my cunt off. It's gettin' rashes from bein' wet. Lick it off and dry it with yo hair!"

With Forest timidly looking on, Becky reached back and unclipped the one clip in the back that holds on her set of vagina-patch and strings. Holding on to the part that just barely covers her nipples, the string fell from between her butt buns as she stood with her muscular legs spread. The patch failed to drop away in part due to it being stuck on by wetness, and in part due to being somewhat rumpled up between the lips of her genital. "Pull it down!", ordered Becky.

Alex pulled it off. He knelt and bent backwards and low under Becky's crotch. To help hold himself in this position, Alex held on to Becky's big thighs, toward her hips, and then swung himself under her. And indeed, he began licking. Becky stood there, one fist on her hip, and the other hand holding her set of strings to ensure her nipples do not become uncovered. This was perhaps due to the fact she was aware of the few folks watching.

"Eww, this is awful", complained Alex.
"KEEP LICKING, SLUT!" Becky ordered.

Alex licked away alright, and also sneaked a sucking kiss of Becky's clitoris. "Oooohhh!", Becky groaned, then managed, in a voice not quite so commanding, "I felt that, slut! No kissing! Lick it clean!"
"But more is coming out!", Alex informed, from down there.
"Well fuck!", Becky commented, "That's from you sucking mah clit! Yo just making it harder. Now lick it away! Drink it!"

Alex licked, actually swallowing it.
"Eww!" Forest uttered, "But he's got a hard-on!"

Becky bent over a bit to see. Sure enough, Alex had a throbbing erection.

"Alright, slut!", ordered Becky, "That ain't a punishment. Yo is enjoyin' it! Stand up!"

Alex stood up while Becky reached from behind her legs to pull her vagina-patch back into place. Reaching behind her back, she re-affixed the clasp.

"Come with me, slut!", Becky ordered, while she grabbed Alex's slender wrist and pulled him along. With Forest following with some distance, Becky led Alex down one of the woodland trails to a small clearing. She sat on a stone and pulled Alex down and over her knees. She then administered a good old fashioned spanking, on Alex's bare butt. His butt was all the more bare due to his claim of his bikini having crept up over his hips and between his butt-bunns, or, Becky's claim of him having pulled it there.

Apparently then, Becky noticed something... Alex was humping a bit, with the muscles of his now reddened butt flexing as in thrusting.
"A tryin' to fuck on mah thigh, huh?"

Indeed, while over her lap, the tip of Alex's hardened genital had been impinging on Becky's inner thigh. He then had begun humping from the stimulus. That plus the spanking just seemed to make him more aroused.

"Shit! There ain't no way to punish this slut!", Becky complained. She then ordered, "Take it off!"
"Take what off?" Alex timidly asked as he stood up from Becky's lap.
"What do ya mean 'what'!? Yo little panties! Shit! It's the only thing yo is wearin'!"

With all his genital hard and jutted out into the chilly air anyway, the simple stripping really did not change much. Becky grabbed the red bikini away from him and wiped off his "pre-ejaculation" wetness from her inner thigh. Alex automatically reached for it, thinking she was done with it. But not done at all. She tossed it aside. She unclasped her vagina-patch and strings outfit and pulled it off, and approached Alex. Steam literally arose from her crotch area, along with coming out of her nostrils and mouth. Forest rubbed the chill out of his bare arms.

Becky pushed Alex down into the chilly grass and squatted over him. Having done this many times before, Alex knew to turn his body so that the bony protrusion of his hip was in the right position for Becky's enjoyment. Indeed, Becky squatted, lowering her steaming (literally steaming) dripping wet labias over his hip. She settled on him with a definite slurping sound. Becky began rubbing her vagina up and down over Alex's hip. She moaned and huffed, with vapor blowing from her mouth and nostrils.

"This is punishment?", asked Alex.
"NO, slut-genius!", Becky huffed, "I just gotta get relief!"

Alex held firm while Becky flailed away at Alex's hip with her vagina. Within a single minute, Becky screeched loudly in ecstasy of orgasm blasting through her. She continued vigorous thrusting until a second orgasm came. Her screeches echoed through the darkening forest. The sky overhead was dark blue and many stars could be seen. Becky kept rubbing her genital over Alex's hip a while longer, then finally arose. She stood spread legged and ordered, "Slut, lick it off!"

Still "suffering" a pounding erection, Alex swung under Becky in like manner as before, and licked off, including swallowing, the copious fluids around Becky's labias and inner thighs. Forest, rubbing his arms vigorously, uttered, "Ewww!". After a thorough licking, naturally residue remained. Becky picked up Alex's bikini and dried off the rest of the wetness with it. Then, she stuffed Alex's bikini up her vagina.
"That aughta plug that girl up for a little while, anyway, until we get home", Becky explained, then added, "Then you can fuck me from the rear, Forest, after we get home!"
"Wow! Brrr! Wow!", Forest uttered as he rubbed his arms.

"Aw, poor sweety!", Becky cooed as she drew Forest into her bosom for a warm hug.
He did not want to leave when she let him go. She advised, "Sweety, soon we'll be in our velomobiles and the exercise will warm you up."

Becky gathered her vagina-patch-and-strings set and turned to go, ordering, "Slut, come with me!"
With an erection still sticking out, Alex obediently followed. He asked, "What about my bikini?"
"You don't need it slut! It don't cover nothin' anyway. Ah think all them folks is gone".

Brazenly, Becky, now buck naked along with Alex, strolled through the trail and back to the concrete slab area. With it now almost dark, everyone had apparently gone.

They rolled the two velomobiles that were okay to the area where they are kept for pick up. The two velomobiles with the wrong sized wheels were rolled back to the work area. So, one velomobile had wheels too big, and the other had wheels too small, made to look even smaller by the large wheel well they were in.

"On yo knees, slut!" Becky ordered Alex. He knelt in front of her.
"Listen slut!", Becky ordered, "Yo is gonna stay here, and change out them things tonight, and then come home!"
"But Mistress!", Alex pleaded, "It's so dark and lonely, and cold. That will take two hours! Unless Forest stays with me, to help position the farings. Then it might take little over an hour..."
"NO! By yo-self!", Becky ordered, "Forest is cold, he needs to go home."
"But I'm cold too..."
"No you ain't! Look at ya, with yo cock still poundin' away! That'll heat you up! Also, work faster! That'll keep you warm."
"Please Mistress?"

Becky seemed to soften a bit. She said, in a softer tone, "Look, you yo-self is aware of karma and takin' responsibility. Now, you messed up, and it simply should be you to straighten it out. Why should Forest be forced to suffer through what you did? And with all these orders, we certainly don't wanna be doin' this correction tomorrow. Now, you get this done, come home, and Ah'll have a hot meal for ya, and you can fuck me. Alrighty?"
Becky leaned over and kissed Alex on the forehead. Alex obediently replied, "Okay, Mistress. You're right."
"Okay, slut... sweet slut!", Becky smiled.

Well, indeed, Becky led Forest on to the entrance/exit-end of the factory area and on to their velomobiles. Becky entered her two-seater, and Forest into his. Turning on stark-white headlights made up from white-light-LEDs, they left, disappearing into the dark forest-lined trail out of the factory area.

Alex was then alone, buck naked, with an erection still up, but weakening a bit. That had his genital hanging out in front, where it literally got in the way.

Playing a velomobile radio, he found a station out of Nashville, Tennessee whose signal was being conducted there by night-time propagation. Alex lit the area with the stark-white light of LED lamps. A battery LED lamp would be used for crawling inside the velomobiles, head-first, to affix a "nut-clamp" tool there, which would keep the nuts from turning and then dropping when Alex loosens the bolts from the outside.

Alex supported the faring with foam blocks then crawled into the velomobile to affix the tool. Except for the radio which was turned way down, it was very quiet. The chilly night shuts down the crickets and frogs of summer. Occasionally, the hooting of owls could be heard, sometimes fairly close. That was okay. But then, Alex heard another sound, that definitely should not be there...

It was a "click, click, click" along with small amounts of gritty sound... stiletto high-heels on concrete; somebody was paying a visit. Alex had the tool affixed anyway. He crawled out backwards from the velomobile. Of course, as his legs and feet settled on the floor, his bare butt was high as Alex completed the snake-like emergence from the velomobile.

"WHOOEEE!", uttered a loud, strong female voice, "That's a sexy ass!"

Alex scrambled out and found himself just a few feet away from lusting Jasmine the Electrobitch!

Essentially having just begun his work, Alex still had a "residual" erection, which naturally drew another loud remark from Electrobitch.
"WOW! Look at THAT!", commented Electrobitch, "didn't that ape-girl take care of you?"
"Who? Mistress? Er, I mean, Becky?", Alex stuttered out.
"Oh! Isn't that sweet! He calls It Mistress", remarked Electrobitch to another lady who was standing quietly behind her.

This other lady was bundled up in long pants and winter-coat with parka. She was statuesque herself, but other than that could not be determined past the clothes. Strands of hair from under the parka were straight and blond. She stood somewhat spread legged with her arms folded in front of her with hands tucked in her sleeves. She seemed effected by the temperature at least in her clothing. But Electrobitch seemed uneffected by the chill. She wore her usual, black leather sleeveless half-length jacket, black-leather mini-skirt, extra short this time, and of course, shiny black stiletto heels.

Alex was facing a woman that could do what she wanted with him. Even bare-handed, no stilettos or anything, she could over-power him. Not to mention, she apparently knows kick-boxing and hell only knows what else, plus with those deadly stiletto heels, Alex was naked and helpless.
Yet...

Electrobitch was quite a specimen. She was leaner than Becky. Becky's physique is more rounded. This threatening gal showed a clearly visible six-pack of abdominals, muscles in her arms, and certainly a lot of highly honed muscle in her thighs and calves. Already six feet if bare-footed, the stiletto heels put an extra three intimidating inches over six-foot Alex.

Despite the intimidating presence, Alex still defended Becky in saying, "Please don't refer to her as 'it', and don't call her an ape. She's the best woman that's ever come into my life..."
"UNTIL NOW!", retorted Electrobitch loudly as she stepped slowly, threatenly, toward Alex, then said softly, "Now... I am!"

She stepped right up to behind Alex who was more or less leaning on the velomobile he just crawled out of, as if petrified. So close, the heat off her body could be felt, and her large build could be appreciated; not so heavy as Becky, but plenty big.
Even though that extra three inches was due to the heels, Electrobitch's shoulders were wider than Alex's and her arms heavier... oh yes, and her legs and butt way heavier.
She stepped right up to Alex and pushed gently against his backside; mainly his butt. She pinched one of Alex's butt-bunns.

"Mmmm! Deliciously hard ass!", Electrobitch breathed. Alex certainly felt hot, humid breath on his neck. She reached easily around Alex's narrow waist and embraced him lightly. Her fingers felt over his abdominals.
"Mmmm! This his got to be the leanest waist I've ever seen on a man. I'm almost jealous!"

Electrobitch lightly ran her fingers over Alex's abdominals and chest. Sometimes she would form her hand loosely into a "claw" and lightly dragged razor-sharp finger-nails, painted bright red, over his skin.

"L... l... listen...", Alex stuttered, "I th... thought you went for uh... uh, b... big ape muscle men..."
"You mean that big lummox that your ape-girl... oh, sorry... your, what's its name, Bevy, ran off?"
"That's Becky...", Alex reminded.
"Ah yes, some kind of back-water name like that..."

Electrobitch embraced Alex with her other arm and pressed her crotch area onto his side, spreading her legs a bit wider to accommodate. At that point she was lightly feeling over Alex and sometimes dragging her sharp nails over his skin with both hands.

Electrobitch continued speaking, low and close to Alex's ear, "Now listen honey, I won't call your friend 'ape', but don't call my... well, former top-guy, 'ape' either. He dared break away from me, his Mistress, to go for that back-water Ozark-special you've been calling Mistress up till now..."
"Call her Becky...", Alex began until his mouth was forcefully covered by Electrobitch's hand.
Electrobitch forcefully, not too loudly but definitely with threatening authority ordered, "Listen! First, always say 'please' when making a request of me! Second, I'll call that ape-girl what I want! Understand!?"
"Y... yes...", Alex fearfully replied at last, after Electrobitch removed her hand from his mouth.
"Yes, WHAT!?"
"Uh, uh, Yes Ma'am?"
"NO!"
"Y... yes Mistress?"
Electrobitch finally softened and replied, "Good boy!"

Electrobitch then resumed holding Alex in a loose embrace while she continued about the muscle-guy that Becky ran off...
"So, as I was saying, the lummox disregarded me, his Mistress, to get something going with Miss Ozark-piggy-tails. For reasons known only to It, not entirely unfounded ones I might add and admit, It soundly rejected him. I was going to physically punish him, but that, whatever piggy-tails threw at him, did a nasty number on his forearm. All black and blue, and ragged looking sore, Doc said one of his forearm bones was cracked. So, I figured I would be nice and let it go at that. Now he's in the cold. He neither has Ozark-piggy-tails, or the much better selection, ME!"
"B... Better selection? Than Becky?"
"DO YOU DOUBT MY WORD!?", huffed Electrobitch into Alex's ear while tightening her hold on him almost to the point he could not breath. Her breath was hot and humid and helped carry her authority over him.
"Uh, uh..."
"I'm a far superior woman to that pig-tail-flopping cracker! I'm sexier, stronger pound for pound; yes, yes, before you even point it out, as am sure you're about to, the big-ape cracker is a little stronger than me over all, but it is insignificant! Contest me with her any day, either running, on bicycle or in velo, and I'll win every time, easily! In fact, I don't even consider it a fair contest! I can take her on anytime, bare-handed and naked, I don't even need my heels! Then there's my intelligence! Oh man, I shouldn't even get into that! Let's just say this; I am an accomplished electronics engineer and technologist, while I doubt if piggy-tails could even solder two resistors together! And I am accomplished in the magick arts, real magick, not illusionary, or if you wish, witchcraft. ...Now let me show you something, since it seems you like big muscular women... It's time for my exercise anyway; well, normally, I do this at home, but, since I stayed over, I'll do a small portion now, for you to see. Now STAY PUT! I can easily run you down and drag you back here if you try to run..."

Electrobitch let Alex go and stepped back a few paces, keeping an eye on him. She took up a spread-legged, pose, fists on hips.
"Now watch this! Can your big-ape cracker execute even one rep of this?..."

Electrobitch drew her legs together and stood on tip toes. Her calf-muscles bulged way out. She reached way up with one arm, and grabbed a one-inch-by-two-inch support beam overhead, which was part of the roof structure. Slowly, and with considerable effort, it was not easy even to the "great" Electrobitch, but, that she could do it at all...

Lady performing one-arm pull-up Below is not Electrobitch nor Becky. As usual, dam making a living prevents me from rendering custom pictures for this story, so I have to use an existing one. But it gives the general idea... The gal in the picture makes it even tougher by lifting a dumbbell with her foot, as she pulls-up.

Slowly, with one arm, Electrobitch pulled herself off the floor. The biceps in that arm bulged mightily. She completed the entire rep, to where her arm was fully folded. She then let herself down, and without allowing her feet to touch the ground, executed a second rep. After that, a third, a forth and a fifth. On the fifth one, she struggled mightily to complete it, than let herself down.

Panting, Electrobitch huffed, "Now, ask your piggy-tails to do that!"

Electrobitch caught her breath some, then, reaching up on extreme tip-toes, now with her other arm, grasped the same beam again. With this other arm, she executed another five, fully formed pull-ups.

Electrobitch let herself down. Upon letting herself down, she assumed a classic spread-legged muscle-pose, with her arms up, balling up her biceps.

Never before has Alex seen such well formed muscles on anybody, man or woman. Not super-super huge, but plenty big, possibly in the 17 to 18 -inch range, her arms were lean and clear cut to the extreme. Her biceps were not just round, they were "pointy" and had details. Most obvious, was the formation of two distinct tops, or "heads" on each of her biceps. In fact, "bicep" means "bi-two" and "cep-head"; two-headed. The counter-balancing triceps were clearly formed, and all interfaced to her axillae in exemplary manner, forming an over-all intensely impressive display of sexy feminine strength.

MUCH Against Alex's wishes, his genital erected steely-hard, nearly up to his navel, throbbing and with pre-ejaculation juice forming on its tip. He was helpless to stop it. Her form bypassed his conscious mind and reached an ancient, inner area of meaning, relationship and reasoning, quite possibly originating from an entirely different world of a time in the distant past. Alex himself had theorized this from time to time, regarding his past lives.

Panting, Electrobitch huffed, "Whew! There! I see your fella is impressed! WOW! Ready for insertion! Great fuck-a-mighty!!!"

"Ignore that!", Alex insisted.

Panting, Electrobitch released her pose and stepped back up to Alex, up to bumping into him. His stony penis bumped against Electrobitch's tummy, dropping a drip of pre-ejaculation fluid on her tummy.

"How in FUCK can I ignore THAT!?", huffed Electrobitch loudly, "Wow! Look how deep it would go in me! And that's not even to the hilt! Honey! That can NOT be ignored!!!"

"B... b... but I'm skinny and all; nothing like that other guy of yours. What do you want me for?", Alex asked nervously.
"What do I want you for?", repeated Electrobitch, "Oh, honey! You under-rate yourself! Shit! You may not have his size and bulk, but shit, so what? You got everything else! Ignoring your throbbing post there, you've got that hard, shapely ass, nice tight abs and chest, lean arms with, not real big but hard muscle, and sexy long, well muscled legs. And you're obedient! And take punishment well. I've seen you with piggy-tails. And you're tough. Look at you, out here in this chill, buck-ass-naked. WHOEEE! You make your OWN heat! That other guy, the one that wears the green bikini, he's a wuss. Piggy-tails needs to whip him tough... if he can take it! You wear a red bikini, a hot color! Just like you!"
"His build and body is just like mine...", Alex began.
"Perhaps! But you have the fire!"

"Uh, Mistress Bitch", came a soft, melodic voice from that quietly standing lady who was staying out of the direct light.
"Yes, Silver Mist?", replied Electrobitch gently.
In somewhat "elegant" sounding diction, with "very" pronounced almost like "vedy", Silver Mist replied, "Tis a very large erection. Are you going to make use of it? Or, may I?..."

Suddenly dulcet, softly Electrobitch replied to Silver Mist, "Honey, he's just going to explode as soon as he puts it in you, you won't get any enjoyment... and he might be too rough. Let me soften him up... and oh! Don't forget, what I came here for... Anyway honey, you'll get a chance, okay?"
"Yes, Mistress Bitch", replied Silver Mist to Electrobitch's dulcetly phrased suggestion.

Electrobitch's voice returned to a martial, demanding tone. "Okay, enough talk! I gotta relieve myself! OH Man! OOooo! This going to feel GREAT! WOAHH!"

Electrobitch grabbed Alex's shoulders and began to man-handle him.
"Wait!", Alex resisted, "This is not me! That stupid thing has a mind of its own, that's all!"
"HAH HAH HAH!" Electrobitch guffawed loudly, "That's the first time I ever heard a man admit that! AND the first time I ever heard a man refer to his cock in a derisive manner! HAH HAH HAH! OH MAN! I AM going to enjoy you! But for now, my girly demands a bite of THIS!"

With her crotch being elevated, that put Alex's genital at just the right height. Electrobitch pulled Alex down a bit to clear the tip of his genital under her skirt edge. Alex protested, "What about condom..." and then with a loud slurp his genital found itself sucked into and plunged into a tight fitting, hot and highly slicked up hole.

"I don't use no fuckin' condoms!" Electrobitch huffed as she humped furiously, just standing up. She held Alex's butt with her hand, ramming him in against his will and hugged him with the other, holding him tightly in place. Within seconds she wailed in orgasm. So fast was her orgasm, that Alex was coming near ejaculation just when Electrobitch was simmering down. She then yanked Alex out.

"OOHHHH!", Electrobitch uttered loudly, "I HATE doing that! I could use a second! But I'm saving you for later!"
Alex groaned from the pain of an engorged genital ready for bursting but having been denied that final release.

Suddenly, Alex received a stinging slap in the face from Electrobitch.
"OWW! OOO!", reacted Alex, "What was that for?"
"Just helping you get over it. You've got this work to do, don't you?"
"Well, yes, but..."
"Alright then!", Electrobitch replied, "And I really came to help you do it. Can't you proceed faster if someone holds these... what do you call them, bodies, in place?
"They're called farings. And yes, that does speed things up. Otherwise, I'm going back and forth, back and forth, always affixing foam blocks, hold-it-tools, and all sorts of stuff."
"Okay, honey! Alex! That's a pretty name. I like it!", Electrobitch offered.

Electrobitch stepped away a few paces. Fluid from her genital still dripped to the floor under her, and Alex's genital, still throbbing hard, glistened with her fluids.

"Silver Mist, Honey, brings us some tissues", Electrobitch gently ordered the other lady.

"B... but... to help me... you will have to sometimes lay on the floor...", Alex warned, "and other scrubby stuff. Your clothes..."
"THEY'RE GONE!" Electrobitch loudly proclaimed, as she removed her jacket. It was unbuttoned, so she just slipped it off. Her breasts, not so big as Becky's, were high and pert. One thing stood out about Electrobitch's physique, it was "well cut" and clearly defined. Well proportioned muscles defined her look.
Electrobitch squirmed out of her skirt just as Silver Mist returned with tissues. She took the box of tissues and handed Silver Mist, Electrobitch's jacket and skirt.
"Here, put these aside... and these...", Electrobitch ordered, as she finally removed those threatening stilettos and handed them to Silver Mist.

Now, a ruggedly yet gracefully built woman of well honed muscles, from calves to deltoids, stood before Alex and his still hardened genital, ready to get down and dusty. Electrobitch's crotch area was either clean shaven or naturally hairless. Her extra light skin contrasted dramatically with her black hair, dark brown eyes, and scarlet red lipstick, finger- and toe-nail polish.

Electrobitch grabbed some tissues and wiped off her crotch of wetness and did same for Alex.
"Now tell me what to do, and we'll knock this work off nicely!", offered Electrobitch.

With some hesitation, Alex complied and accepted this unexpected offer of help. Indeed, having someone to hold the faring would speed up the process.

Electrobitch's muscles enabled her to easily handle any tool-handling task any holding-in-place task, or anything required in assisting with velomobile service. Indeed, nude Electrobitch willingly laid on the dusty, cold concrete floor and got into awkward positions required for holding the farings as Alex unfastened or fastened them. She even helped swap the wrongly placed front wheel assemblies to the correct velomobiles as per the build order. As Alex did one set, the sharp Electrobitch followed suit and did the other. In just about exactly one hour, way less than the over two hours it would have otherwise taken, and less than the one and a quarter hour even with an assistant only holding the farings, they were done.

During this time, Silver Mist had sat down, back a ways, and relaxed. Sometimes Silver Mist would help Electrobitch if requested.

As Alex put away tools, Electrobitch dusted herself off and wore back her clothes, including stiletto heels.
"And now to complete the pleasurable task I came to do!", steamed Electrobitch as she sauntered up to Alex.
"Wh... what's that?" asked an unnerved Alex.
"Lay the beginnings for the establishment of me as your Mistress!"
"Huh?", went Alex.
"Never mind, just do what I indicate!", breathed Electrobitch as she stood way over Alex, up next to his nude body by that point.

Electrobitch hugged Alex around his slender waist and pulled him back.
"Now, wait... please... we already..." Alex protested, but Electrobitch's strength was unstoppable. She man-handled Alex and had him on the floor. She tossed aside her stiletto heels. Electrobitch squat over him and settled her steaming vagina lips over his partially erected genital. Her tiny skirt just rode up out of the way. Her jacket hung open so Alex could see her nipples. Much against his wishes, really, Alex's genital hardened up again. However, it had never completely softened during the whole hour anyway.

Electrobitch held Alex pinned. Her arms were locked straight with bulging triceps-humps sticking out that he could see clearly as she held his hands pinned to the floor.

In this position, as Alex struggled, hard, clear-cut biceps formed in his arms. They were hopelessly mismatched, but they did not escape Electrobitch's notice...
"Your muscles are so cute as you struggle!" commented Electrobitch. She began slow rubbing back and forth of her soaked vagina over Alex's genital. In no time it was fully extended and hard. Electrobitch helped herself to it.

Alex's meat slurped in and Electrobitch began earnest hard humping.
Electrobitch's humping reached a crescendo as she began to screech from orgasm. Alex was about to burst too, and struggled to get out, "We're not using a condom, I'm about to blow!"
"So let it blow, slutty! It's... it's... OOOHHHH!" and on she screech and hollered as orgasm slammed through her. Alex gushed right after her, groaning "OH NO!" and other less intelligible groans from orgasm.

It was non-stop humping through two more of her orgasms. Even after Alex gushed, it stayed partially hard and then regained hardness while Electrobitch kept flailing away. Electrobitch screeched through her second orgasm and then simmered down, enjoying the contentment. Alex kept moving underneath her."

"HOLD STILL, SLUT!", demanded Electrobitch, "I've got another cunt that wants a bite of it...".

Electrobitch simmered down, enjoying the contentment a little longer and perhaps waiting for Alex to soften a bit.
"Silver Mist", Electrobitch called out gently and musically, "Get ready...", she sang.
"Oh! Thank you, Mistress Bitch!" Silver Mist replied sweetly.

Electrobitch eased off Alex, rose to her feet and stood spread-legged over him. Vapors were issuing forth from underneath Electrobitch's skirt and from Alex. Alex began to get up.
"You stay right there on the floor, slutty!", ordered Electrobitch.

Silver Mist took off her heavy coat, revealing she had a tank-top underneath. And, not a bad build. She too had fit muscles, not the level of Electrobitch, but equaled Alex's. Then, Silver Mist took off her pants. There was no underwear, so she was ready. She kept on her tight fitting tank-top, which came down to just covering her navel.

Electrobitch stepped aside, wore back her stiletto heels, and then Silver Mist stood over Alex. She squatted over him and helped herself to his already slicked up genital.

"OOooo!", uttered Silver Mist, "And I'm going to partake of a little of your nectar as well, Mistress Bitch!"
"That's right, honey! Now, enjoy yourself!", Electrobitch suggested gently. Then, in martial tones, she addressed Alex, "And slut, let her do most of the moving. She's not as deep as me".

Now Alex was staring into the face of another dominating woman, this one not quite as big, but plenty strong. As she held herself over him, Alex noted plenty of well honed shoulder muscles and triceps sticking out of her arms.

"Shall I take him to cum?", Asked Silver Mist.
"Sure, honey! Finish him off! He's yours!", encouraged Electrobitch.
"Anyway, I shall fist you after we return home!", Silver Mist stated.
"OOHHH!", groaned Electrobitch, "Don't even mention that, the mere thought of it drives me nuts! I'm gonna have to fuck again."

Silver Mist drove down furiously, actually humping more violent than Electrobitch. Alex kept his own humping minimal, but she seemed plenty able to take a pounding, all be it self-inflicted. Before long she was huffing and almost musically uttering her explosion of orgasm. Alex groaned loudly as he blew up in her.

Silver Mist calmed down, panting, her well developed bosom heaving. Vapors rose from them both. "OH my GOODNESS! That was SO very, very nice! Oh my! Mmmm!"
Electrobitch was standing spread-legged with her fingers in her crotch, moaning.
"Oh! I shall take care of that!", Silver Mist stated eloquently, now that her composure had returned.

She eased off Alex only to turn and, while still on her knees, situated herself under the spread legs of Electrobitch. Silver Mist held on to the thigh of Electrobitch with one hand. With her other hand, she formed it into a fist, specially clenched so that all fingernails were covered. As Alex watched, barely able to move from the effect of two orgasms, Silver Mist worked her fist and much of her forearm up into Electrobitch's cave. Electrobitch moaned loudly. While simply standing, Electrobitch humped against the plunging of Silver Mist's fist until she screeched in orgasm. Electrobitch's nectar streamed down over Silver Mist's forearm.

After Electrobitch calmed down, Silver Mist eased her fist, actually relaxed flat to just her hand, out of Electrobitch's hole. It dripped quite a bit after removal.
Silver Mist retrieved tissues and wiped off Electrobitch, herself, and Alex.

"Oh man! Wow!", Electrobitch exclaimed softly, "Whew, all that was great! Mmmm, Mmm!". Then she expressed to Alex, "And gotdang! That slut there hit my spot! WHOEEE!".

She reached down and easily dragged Alex to his feet, saying, "But okay, get up now, you! Now that we've fucked, there's but one more task... Silver Mist, show time!"

Silver Mist wore back her pants and winter coat then daintily said, "This way, please".
Electrobitch followed Silver Mist to, apparently, where Silver Mist worked... as a welder of small items. Electrobitch pulled a groggy Alex by his wrist. Due to the profound relaxation brought on, especially to the male, by orgasm, not to mention, two consecutive orgasms, Alex was now sleepy and feeling the chill.

Electrobitch apparently noticed this and assured, "Soon this will be over, and, for now, tonight anyway, you can go home to piggy-tails. For the moment, let me help you stay warm..."

Electrobitch pulled open her jacket and hugged Alex from behind, pressing him tight to her bosom. It really helped. Her warm body felt good. His shivering ceased. "There, there, honey-Alex. See? I treat you well!". Electrobitch kissed him on the side of his head.

Silver Mist brought out four gold-colored, semi-circular objects with an engraving on them. She asked Electrobitch, "Mistress, is this to your satisfaction?"

Electrobitch looked them over and smiled, "Yes, YES. You did good, honey. My sigil is well formed, deeply engraved; all four. Yes, this will do. Go ahead and weld them on him".

That frightened Alex, "WHAT!? You're going to burn those on me?"
"Listen, Honey, Alex! I don't know what that piggy-tails been telling you, but I am not a monster. She's merely going to weld them together, around your cute, delicate wrist..." and having said that, Electrobitch pulled up one of Alex's arms and kissed his wrist.
"And", began Silver Mist in her dulcet voice, "I will protect your wrists well."
"She has done this many times before. She knows what she is doing", Electrobitch assured.

Anyway, there was no escape for Alex. Electrobitch was far stronger than him, and that's all there was to it. He could not even run, even if he could escape her hold. She probably can run faster than him.

Electrobitch sat and took Alex on her lap. She held him tight against her bosom so he would be warm. Electrobitch directed him to lay his forearm on Silver Mist's table. Silver Mist gave him, Electrobitch and herself, protective goggles. Silver Mist wrapped his wrists in heat resistant, insulating material. She positioned one-half of what was to be a bracelet under his wrist, and placed the other half on top. After a lot of positioning, clamping and so on, she began the arc-welding.

Several seconds of brilliant sparking was carried out by Silver Mist on the bracelet. After she was satisfied with the weld, she let it cool. Then she repositioned the bracelet and weld the other seam. After the completion of that process, one bracelet was done. After the bracelet was cooled down to just warm, Silver Mist pulled out all the insulating sleeves. And, there it was.

"Isn't that pretty!", remarked Electrobitch.
Indeed, there it was, glistening gold. And... there was NO WAY to take it off! No clasps, no buttons, no anything. Welded. The bracelet was loose about his wrist. It was rounded, loose, comfortable. But there was no way to pull it off over his hand. It was on TO STAY!
And...
Silver Mist went to work on his other wrist...

Repeating the two-part process of above, the other bracelet was permanently welded together, leaving a bracelet that, pretty and perfectly comfortable though it was, could NOT be taken off.

"Gosh! That's pretty! It fits him well! He's so sexy and graceful! MMM, MMM!", Electrobitch hugged Alex tightly.

"Now let's affix the temporary tattoo and that's it!", ordered Electrobitch.
"Tattoo?", asked Alex in a quivering voice.
"Temporary tattoo; just a stamp that will impart an unwashable dye to your skin. It will last a couple weeks then fade. That's long enough. It won't hurt. There's no heat, no needles, just a stamp."

Electrobitch man-handled Alex into a position over her knees, sort of like when Becky gave him a spanking. Silver Mist had a pattern ready. "Where should I put it?", she asked Electrobitch.
"Hmm", Electrobitch muttered, "His bikini fits him like... I see it generally along here...", Electrobitch traced a line on Alex's butt with her fingernail; in fact, it actually left a faint reddish line.
"Oh, I can see a tan-line", suggested Silver Mist.
"Yeah, that's it", agreed Electrobitch, "I think he also wears a g-string at home, but, yeah, this is the tan-line formed from wearing that style he wore here all summer. Okay, put the stamp here... and here".

"Now Alex", began Electrobitch, "raise this leg way up, to harden this butt muscle"... Alex did so... "Yes, there you go. Oooo! Hard as a stone. Okay, stamp it here".

Silver Mist pressed a stamp firmly into the side, or cheek, of Alex's butt, made hard for stamping by raising his leg up. Electrobitch ordered him to raise the other leg for Silver Mist to apply a similar stamp to his other butt-cheek.
Electrobitch held Alex across her lap until Silver Mist estimated the stamps, or temporary tattoos, were set.

Electrobitch then allowed Alex back sitting upright, snug in her lap. She opened her leather jacket and hugged Alex, pressing his back tight against her body for warmth.
Electrobitch then asked Alex a series of "rapid-fire" questions, thus; "Okay, honey, now did ANY of that hurt at all?" asked Electrobitch.
"No, but..."
"And didn't I keep you warm all this time?"
" yes "
"And didn't I make you feel really good, not once but two times?"
"Yeah..."
"And I even let you fuck and cum into, yet another lovely lady?"
"Yeah!"
"And I helped you get that velomobile job done, right?"
"Yeah, sure did", Alex agreed.

"Now, count the number of times I made you feel pain, and the number of times I made you comfortable, or feel good."
"Well... there was only the slap in my face... and you handled me a little bit rough, but..."
"All else was GOOD! Right?", asked Electrobitch.
"Yeah"
"The slap was merely to pull you out of the daze of nearly popping your wood so we could get to work. And I may have treated you a bit rough in getting you down to fuck, but you got only that super-sexy body of yours to blame for that! You were driving me nuts! So, only one minor, and a sort of miscellaneous time I made you feel discomfort, and the rest of the time, I helped you and made you feel good and comfortable. Now, am I a monster?"
" no ", Alex shyly said.
"He's very sweet", remarked Silver Mist, "And is possessed of a superb penis!"
"You liked that, huh?", Electrobitch laughed.
"Yes, Mistress Bitch", Silver Mist softly and eloquently replied, and added, "Actually, he is a better choice than that one before. He is just the right size and build for us, and so very, very sexy."
"Mmm, mmm! Sure is!", agreed Electrobitch as she hugged him tighter and kissed him on his ear. She added, "If you live with me, you'll get two great ladies to fuck! Does that sound good?"
Alex shyly agreed, " yes ".
"So sweet, he!", commented Silver Mist.
"Sure is!", agreed Electrobitch one more time.

Silver Mist turned off and secured her equipment. They stood up. Electrobitch held Alex against her bosom for warmth.
"Okay, honey, you may go home, if you still want, to piggy-tails", Electrobitch stated, "You could come home with us, but, I assume you would like to break gently from piggy-tails. Silver Mist and I are leaving now. You can leave when ready. I think you said something about testing the two velomobiles we serviced..."
"Yeah, uh, they should be just fine, but I'll check them quickly, it's just a formality."
"Alright then, honey...", Electrobitch hesitated. She took off her jacket and gave it to Alex, "Here, it isn't much, but better than nothing..."
"Oh, I can give him my coat and parka... if it fits", stated Silver Mist.
"You won't be cold?", Electrobitch asked.
"Well, for a short time. We are getting in our velos, the pedaling will warm me up".
"Well, okay then!"

Silver Mist took off her heavy coat allowing Alex to once again see that tank-top and her well muscled shoulders and arms. Interestingly, due to Silver Mist's shoulder build, the coat was wide enough to fit Alex. Only the sleeves were a little short.

"This will do", Alex shyly said, "Thanks. Do ya, want this back, uh, Mistress?"
Alex offered Electrobitch's jacket back.
"Nah", Electrobitch assured, "Go ahead and put it on over that one. It's pretty big, it'll go over it. A little extra for you. Well, good night!"
"Good night, Alex", Silver Mist said as well.
"Uh, good night, uh, Mistress Electrobitch and uh, Mistress Silver Mist!"
Silver Mist giggled and Electrobitch chuckled, then repeated a final time, "Good night, honey-Alex!"
And indeed, they left him be.

Well...

Well? Well... Alex recovered from a kind of stupor, then walked quickly, wearing what must have looked like an odd set of clothes, to the velomobile area. Sleepiness was in his eyes, and he really wanted to go home. But dutifully, he rolled first one, than the other of the two velomobiles that had the wheels changed, to the test area.

Alex took off the bulky coats to get in to test ride the velomobiles. The seat was ice-cold, but once pedaling, it felt better. Both velomobiles tested well, no problems.

Alex exited them, wore back the coat and jacket, and rolled the velomobiles, one at a time, to the pickup area.
Finally, Alex put away all tools and turned off the lights. It was pitch black except for the stars. In this era of energy shortage, there is none left over for the profusion of night lighting Americans and Canadians are accustomed to in present times. Alex's eyes adjusted to the starlight. He found his velomobile and began to get in.
Then he thought of something. Alex pulled out a small white-light-LED flashlight and shined it on his bare butt. Remember, the coats only covered his upper body. He was nude from tummy on down. With the light on his butt, he looked at his butt via the rear-view mirror on his velomobile. It was difficult to read mirrored text, but, on both sides of his butt, the text read, "I FUCKED JASMINE". "I fucked" was in red, on the first line, with "Jasmine" on the second line, in bluish-magenta.

"Oh man!", groaned Alex, "This ain't pretty! Gonna be a long night!"

Alex took off the jacket and coat and put them in the velomobile trunks, jacket in the left trunk, coat in the right. (The trunks, actually the size of a large "glove compartment", are on either side of a three-wheeled velomobile's single rear wheel.) Alex rolled the velomobile onto the pavement and squirmed in. The seat was ice-dang-cold. Alex closed the canopy cover and began pedaling vigorously with the ventilation louvers closed. He turned on the radio to listen to stations coming in from distant places, places that these days, were indeed distant and hard to get to. For example, he tuned in a station from Kansas City. That was way on the other side of the 100-mile wide channel that then separated east United States from west United States.

Exercise quickly warmed him up despite being buck-naked. Through the windshield, the stars above twinkled clear and bright. It was really a kind of cool velomobile ride. But oh! There was a lot on his mind!

Not too long into the ride, a familiar, attractive voice came over the VHF 2-way radio in Alex's velomobile; it was none other than Becky. She was calling, somewhat frantic it seemed, saying things like, "Alex sweety, where are you!?"

Alex pulled over and stopped so he could talk without panting, and also so the signal would stop "picket-fencing" (rapid in and out of signal, due to in this case, West Virginia's hills and trees that towered over the narrow road).
Alex picked up the mic and cheerfully replied, "I'm here, Mistress Becky!"
"Oh, Alex, sweety! Where were you? Ah called many times! You... you want me to come there and help you finish? Ah's sorry I did those things to ya! Ah'll come there, help you finish, and bring you home in mah velomobile back seat, you don't even have ta pedal. Are... are ya there?"
Alex waited until she let go her mic's push-to-talk... which she didn't until he heard Forest's voice in the background say, "You've got to let go the mic button to hear his reply". "Oh!", exclaimed Becky, then finally came the "kssssk" sound and so Alex could finally talk.

"Oh, you don't have to do all that, Mistress, I'm done, and I'm on my way back now! I'm in my velomobile, pedaling nice and steady; it's a beautiful night, kinda neat, actually. So, everything's fine and I'm on my way back. Stay put, don't go anywhere, that will just add to the confusion. I will be there in, oh, I guess, ten minutes? Maybe fifteen. Uh, over." Alex let go the mic button.
"Oh! Sweety! Okay! Ah'll have a hot supper for ya! And... and... Ah'll hug ya and hold ya in my lap and... and... Ah'll just love, love, love ya to pieces!"
Alex giggled and waited for the "ksssk" sound. But again, it did not come. Once again, in the background, Alex heard Forest gently advise, "Becky sweety, you have to let go of..." "Oh! Yeah!", Becky laughed, then Alex heard the "ksssk" sound.
"Wow, Becky, that sounds nice!", Alex replied, "But there was a very strange, uh, thing, uh, situation... uh, I'll have to go in to it when I get there... uh, please don't get mad at me, let me explain all. Okay? Now, just let me get home first. It gets kind of creepy when I stop. The woods is so dark and boogery. Well, I'm signing off now and will speed up my pace. I'll get there in ten to twenty minutes. Okay? Over". Alex let go the mic.
"Oh, Sweety! Are you alright? What happened? ... um... Oh yeah, let go of this..."
After the "ksssk" sound, Alex replied, "It's kinda complicated and drawn out. Just let me get home first. I'm starting to pedal now, so this signal is going to go in and out. I'll be home in ten to twenty minutes. Over".
"Oh! Okay, sweet Alex! Ah's a-waitin' fer ya!"
The radio went "ksssk" as Alex began earnest pedaling and got up to speed. He was slowed a bit because he began a rather major climb. The radio came to life again with Becky's voice asking, "Are you there, sweety?"
Panting and puffing, Alex replied, "Yes, I'm here!"
"Ah... Ah didn't hear you fer a while".
Alex chuckled then replied, "Well, sweety, Mistress, that's normal. Believe me, I'm alright. I'm climbing that big hill, you all know, the one we always encounter on the way home. Everything's fine."
"Okay, sweety! Hurry! A warm hug is waitin' fer ya!"
"That sounds sweet! I'm coming as fast as I can! Now, over and out, and let me battle it out with this hill."
"Okay sweety! Ah loves ya!", then Alex heard a kiss-sound, apparently right on the mic.
"That's sweet, Mistress! Okay, I got to lean into this now. Over and out".
"Okay, sweety! Over and out! ... Ah loves ya!"

Alex chuckled and got to work on getting up that hill.

Well, indeed, it was not too long before Alex was rolling along the dirt driveway to his cabin-house. He turned right to go up the next portion of the driveway, and I do mean "up", grinding in low gear, up the side of the hill to the cabin-house.
Becky was out there waiting for him. She wore a half-length tank-top, nothing more.

With Forest standing behind, half in, half out of the doorway, Becky ran out and practically pulled Alex out of his velomobile and swallowed him up in her arms. Alex bathed in the profusion of warm love from Becky, so happy to be back in her protective embrace.

Alex got his arms around Becky's waist, the only part of that amazon he could get his arms all the way around, and hugged.

This went on for some time. Becky carried him to the cabin, and finally set him down to go on his own only after getting in, away from the chilly grass.

Forest was dressed in long pants and long-sleeved shirt. Becky offered Alex, "Here, put these on, you'll look all cuddly and cute!"
It was long pants and long sleeve shirt, but Alex was genuinely hot from the exercise.
"No", Alex chuckled, "I'll just wear this white bikini over here. I'll dress in those later."
"Okay sweety!" Becky agreed, and then peeled off her tank top and pulled Alex into another hug in her now bare bosom which he immensely enjoyed.

The lighting in the cabin is sparse. Because they are on solar energy, and at night, on cantankerous storage batteries, they go easy on electrical consumption. Only some small white-light LEDs were lighting the place. The light is "crisp", stark-white, excellently "color balanced", like over-cast day-light, or perhaps, like moon-light if it was brighter. But they were small lamps, so the lighting was not that thorough.

Due to this, Alex's new decorations were not noticed that quick, and also due to the fact Becky could not let him out of her bosom. Apparently regretting what she did, she gave Alex a veritable flood of love and warmth. But at last, Becky did notice a glint, after she settled in an easy chair with Alex in her lap. Holding Alex bundled close to her bare breasts, Becky at last noticed the bracelets.

"Wow! Good heavens a mercy!", Becky remarked softly, "What are those, sweety?"
"Uh, that's kinda what I wanted to tell you about...", Alex timidly replied.

Forest came close too and looked. "Wow, bracelets, and they look like real gold!"
"Oh, I don't think it's real gold", Alex suggested.
"Let me look", Becky requested. She looked close. "Wow, Ah'll say one thing, they is perty! Ah think they is real! Look, they is some kinda engravin's on 'em. Look..."
Forest looked close too. "Hmm, I wonder what they are? Looks like... some kind of symbology, a marker... something like that... Oh! And look, there isn't any way to take them off! Can you?"
"No, they can NOT be taken off", Alex replied, "Look..."

Alex demonstrated that there is no clasp, no button, no anything, and that they are welded closed. He could not slip them off over his hands.

"Well, mah goodness! How'd this happen?" Becky asked in wonderment.
"Well, that's is what I wanted to talk about. Um... um..."...

After much stammering, Alex finally got going. One thing about Alex, he is flat-out honest for major happenings. He told everything, including criticizing his own genital for having a mind of its own, which, by the way, Becky agreed with as well. He went on to tell how Electrobitch, or, Jasmine, forced/tricked him into copulation with her, and once in her vagina, there was no stopping... At that point, Becky was fuming about Jasmine. Alex continued on how Jasmine never did really hurt him, only helped, and then forced him over to Silver Mist's welding station where the bracelets were welded on. Alex made it clear to a fuming Becky that his wrists were well protected from the welding heat and sparks. Then finally, he squirmed out of Becky's lap to show her and Forest, the temporary tattoo that they stamped on his butt.

Maybe Becky and Forest could not read or understand Jasmine's "sigils", but they could read the plain English, "I FUCKED JASMINE".

Becky became so angry, she could not sit. Pacing back and forth, she promised, "Ah is gonna tear that pile-o-shit bitch to pieces! They'll have to sweep that vile creep up with a broom and dust-pan!"... and on with many other threats against Jasmine.

It took some talking from both Forest and Alex to get an enraged Becky to calm down. They both recommended taking this matter to the Spiritual Council of the community.

Finally, Becky agreed. She appeared calm... but... Becky calmly said "Ah is goin' out to the storage shed to get something. Alex, you go ahead and eat your supper, Ah'll be back and hold ya in my lap. Okay sweety?"
"Okay!", Alex replied cheerfully, "Hurry... please, Mistress!"
"Sho will!"

While Becky was outside, Alex began eating, and Forest sat over a bit and nibbled on a dessert. He commented, "I wonder what she went out there for?"
"Maybe to cool off", Alex replied, "I hope she's not mad at me..."
"Oh, certainly not. Don't tell her I said this, but after we got home, she regretted what she did, and cried... a lot! Then, later, she called a number of times on the radio, but you didn't answer. That made her worry, but I reminded her, the radio is in your velomobile, so he isn't going to hear it until he's in the velomobile coming home. So anyway, don't worry!"
"Wow...", pondered Alex.

Well, indeed it was not long before Becky returned... But what she returned with...

Becky had gone to the shed to find and retrieve, a real, authentic iron mace, a real medieval mace, that is, one of those iron balls on a handle, that are studded with spikes, an extremely lethal hand-weapon.

Alex had bought it from a medieval artifacts and weapons store on the Internet years ago. He used it against attacking dogs when using the bicycle. That was, of course, before the cataclysms, when only an occasional bad dog would be encountered, and when there were numerous laws against carrying a gun for protection. In this post cataclysmic time, of course, either they all just use velomobiles, or, if a mean dog is encountered, like if one or a pack of them come to their property, either Alex, Forest or Becky will simply rip them down with the M-16 or Tech-9 (a recent acquisition).

Well, Becky held the mace now. Alex remembered it was just a bit heavy for him to wield easily. But Becky's powerful, muscular arm held that mace like it was made of paper.

"Now Mistress Becky", Alex insisted, "Don't go beating up Jasmine with that! You'll be in trouble...". Forest agreed.
"Don't worry, sweeties!", Becky said as she laid the mace down in a corner, to their relief, "Ah is goin' to use it to make a point. Demonstration only. To the Spiritual Council and that creep! Sort of like when that creep did it's thing on that there plywood crate, you know, with them there spiky heels of hers."

Becky came up to Alex and hugged him. She sat and invited Alex to sit in her lap. Alex had cooled off now and was beginning to feel the chill. Becky's lap felt warm and nice. Her strong arms were around his slender waist and held him firm against her bosom. From there, he ate his supper.

The next morning, Becky, with the help of Alex and Forest, prepared for that day's planned events.
First, well before the usual time of going to the factory, Becky called on the 2-way radio, using their contact frequency, the home of one of the members of the Spiritual Council. She made an early appointment with them.
Becky then called Mr. Schroeder on his frequency that they might be a little late and not to worry.

Indeed, Becky, in her two-seat velomobile followed by Alex and Forest in their single-seaters, pedaled twenty minutes to the meeting office of the Spiritual Council. With Alex filling in details, Becky explained the happenings and insisted on a meeting, this morning, at the factory at one of the scattered picnic tables, with Jasmine.

The Spiritual Council did agree, with one lady member saying, "This kind of nonsense can't be tolerated."

Indeed in fact, a couple of the chief negotiating members of the Spiritual Council followed Becky, Alex, and Forest to the factory. Becky showed the two members of the council, one man and one woman, to a picnic table that was in a secluded spot. There was a big stack of logs for hearths on one side.

By the way, just for visualization; the gentleman was dressed in long pants and a "golf-shirt". The lady was kind of interesting; she wore a long-sleeve blouse and long pants, but with a graceful long split skirt over her pants. This is known as an "au-dai", a Vietnamese clothing style. But the lady was a fit, blue-eyed, light-brown-hair woman. They wore these clothes while they waited, but both members had come by velomobile and they both had dressed appropriately for the exercise. He had on bathing trunks and she had a one-piece bathing-suit and it was quite skimpy. Both had waited until they cooled, then simply slipped on "regular" clothing over their "pedaling" clothing. In that day of more and more velomobile usage, this "pedal-clothes/regular-clothes" phenomenon was more and more widespread.

Becky, Forest, and Alex quietly slipped in via the side of the factory, the side facing the woods, as they usually do anyway. Becky carried the medieval mace in her hand against Alex's and Forest's advice, but with assurances from Becky all is well. Becky laid the mace down at their work benches. Becky ordered Forest and Alex to stay there.

As usual, Becky wore her vagina-patch and strings, Forest wore a green bikini and Alex wore red bikini. (They wash them every night; they dry by morning.) The weather warms up quite a bit during the day plus they were doing vigorous work. (And when you got it, you flaunt it.)

Forest had thought of ways to erase or cover up Alex's "tattoos". There was no way to do it, unless some dark color would just be scribbled over it, and that would not look good at all. Then it was decided, go ahead and let it show. Most people would not notice. If anyone asked, tell the truth... Jasmine forced Alex, with her greater strength, to get those. Jasmine had a reputation of being a wild bitch anyway. It may even make Jasmine look like a fool.

Anyway, without the mace, Becky walked on over to the middle of the factory area to the electronics assembly. Indeed, she found Jasmine the Electrobitch, at the moment strolling around checking her workers, or perhaps in Becky's mind, strutting around, showing off and being a pest.

Electrobitch was dressed in her usual outfit; sleeveless, half-length, unbuttoned leather jacket, really short black leather skirt without underwear, and the shiny black stiletto heels.
As soon as Electrobitch caught site of Becky in her area, she became a weapon... She assumed a fighting stance. Those black stilettos glistened, ready...

"What are you here for, ape!?"
"Ah ain't come here fer no fightin'. Ah's just tellin' ya, two members of the Spiritual Council are a-waitin' fer us at the picnic table next to the logs. Come immediately."
"Why you pig-tail flopping hick! You mean you tattled to the council!?"
"Just get on over there, now. We'll make it fast, and simple."
"As simple as your puny Ozark brain!"
"Just you never mind all that. Just get on over there."
"SHIT FUCK!", Electrobitch fumed.

Becky simply turned and left a boiling mad Jasmine and returned to the velomobile area.
"Now listen to me sweeties", Becky instructed Alex and Forest, "Ah is taken mah mace, but NOT to hurt nobody. Ah's just gonna do a demonstration that'll put the fear o' Becky in that dam creep... and a respect of Becky into the Spiritual Council members. When we go there, Ah wants y'all to stand way back, behind me."
"Well, be careful", warned Alex, "I was with Jasmine for all that time last night, I felt her strength. She's only a little less strong than you, but extremely fast, well honed, and maybe knows martial arts, like gungfu and things like that."
"Alrighty, sweety. Yo Mistress Becky ain't comin' to no harm from the likes of her, I tell you what!"

They strolled on over to the secluded picnic table, secluded in part due to the high stack of fire-wood logs. Indeed there they were, the man and woman Spiritual Council members who sat, and a fuming Jasmine who stood spread-legged with fists on her hips, defiant and ready. While still some distance away, Becky turned to Alex and Forest and ordered, "Y'all stay here." Becky continued her approach.

When Jasmine saw Becky with that terrible mace, she assumed a fighting stance. She snarled, "What the shit-fuck-dam hell is that!?"

The gracious Spiritual Council members perhaps found Jasmine's foul mouth distasteful, but they were more concerned of the mace.

"Becky", the au-dai-clad lady spoke up, "Surely you don't plan to do violence..."
"She's a dumb-fuck, lame-brained cracker!!! A big dumb-ass ape!!!", screeched Jasmine.
"Now see here, Jasmine", the lady member said, "Becky and her gentlemen related to us, some very disquieting things that you did to one of her gentlemen last night. And, he had the proof; unremovable bracelets, obviously with your sigil, and that... that distasteful message on his derrière".

"We were just... playing around!", Jasmine insisted, making up reasons on the fly, "Maybe a little too sleepy or something... Anyway, he had a big-ass pole, so I... helped him take care of it!"
"A pole?", asked the council lady.
"Uh, that's an erection...", murmured the council gentleman to the lady.
"Oh, I see...", she muttered, somewhat red-faced.

"She practically raped him!", declared Becky loudly, re-energizing the talk.
"You can't rape a man!", shouted Jasmine, "What a dumb cracker!"
"Like hell you can't! You're stronger than him!", insisted Becky forcefully, and through clenched teeth, it should be added.
"I can push him around, I can pin him down, but I can't fuck him unless he has a woody!"
"It CAN be done!" insisted Becky loudly, "Especially if he's really horny, which he was, when I left him!"
"What the hell you leaving him alone for anyhow!? You should have stayed and protected him, instead of playing the almighty mistress!"
"LOOK WHOSE PLAYING MISTRESS! SHIT!", screamed Becky, "With you forcing him into bracelets with yo... yo... whatever that is, and that mark on his butt. And by the way, talk about lame-brain! That's a stupid thing to force on a guy's butt! Anyway, Alex stayed late to correct a mistake he did. He was being a good, model worker fer the factory and the community, and by gosh, he aught to be able to do it WITHOUT SOME PIECE OF VILE CRAP FORCING HIM INTO STUFF AND ASSAULTING HIM! For SHIT SAKES! GEES!".
By this time, Becky was thundering.

Au-dai lady spoke up at last, saying, "Ladies! Ladies! And I am perhaps, using that term loosely! Both of you are being possessive, which is an outmoded human behavior associated with third density. We are entering an age of forth density, and we should all be preparing for that. We have but a year and a few months. We have had many classes, lectures and mass hypnosis on this phenomenon, if you have been attending..."

Becky perhaps interrupted the lady's talk to make the point, "Listen Ma'am. Ah is well aware o' the forth density stuff. Mah guys have told me about it many times. Now we came here, and we quietly became velomobile builders. We bother no one. Ah thought, the whole idea of a spiritualist community was the guarantee, Ah would nevuh again have to put up with crap like her! From where Ah stand, Ah did not cause any of this. Now, that stamp on my man's butt will eventually come off. So nevuh y'all mind that. The bracelets are to be taken off! And she is to nevuh force any of mah guys into anything..."

Becky readied her awesome mace. Her huge muscles hung tight. Jasmine shot into fighting stance, her honed muscles flexed steel-cable hard. But she relaxed just a bit when she saw that Becky did not approach her with the mace, but instead, stepped a few paces sideways to the pile of fire-wood.

Becky continued, "Now, we got a stack o' orders to build, me and mah guys, so, Ah gots to get back to work. Ah didn't start any o' this, but Ah might very well finish it! Now, Ah give's y'all a choice. Yeah, a simple minded, Ozark-cracker choice; Either y'all take care of this matter, or..."
Becky swung that iron mace like a tornado, literally blowing an entire heavy log into chips and pieces that flew everywhere. Several other logs fell. Chips and chunks of wood rained for some seconds, including a few upon the two council members and Jasmine, despite being several yards away.
While the three of them were in mild shock, Becky concluded her sentence, "Or AH WILL!!!".

Becky immediately turned and marched out, carrying the mace and taking Alex and Forest with her. The three of them simply returned to their work station.

When Becky and them returned to the work station, Mr. Schroeder happened to be there and saw the big iron mace in Becky's hand.

Expressing interest, he commented, "Achteliber! Vas is that?"
"It's a medieval mace", Alex volunteered.
"Let me see...", Mr. Schroeder requested.
Becky handed him the mace. He nearly stumbled forward due to misjudging the weight of it. "Yah, yah, very nice! Is real, yah?"
"Imported from England from a company that still makes medieval weapons, mostly only for collectors now... or then...", Alex answered, then continued, "obviously, it is no longer possible to get things from England, or even Internet to there. I ordered it back in 2006 sometime".
"Huh! Very interesting!", Mr. Schroeder commented, then handed the mace back to Becky.
Smiling sweetly, Becky took the mace like it was paper and gently placed it under a work table.

"Vat vere you doing with it?"
"Ah was um... showin' it to somebody", Becky replied.
"Yeah", Alex joined, "They just wanted... a look at it, and a demonstration."
"Oh, I see", replied Mr. Schroeder pleasantly.

Mr. Schroeder also apparently noticed Alex's "decoration", commenting, "Nice bracelets, Alex; an interesting look, and masculine!"
Alex nervously replied, "Uh, yeah, yes! I thought they might... add a nice touch."

Changing the subject before any more small talk, Becky said, "Mr. Schroeder, sorry 'bout all this here delay and stuff; now Ah's takin' my guys down the trail a bit, fer um... prayer, and then we're gettin' to work, no mo nonsense; maybe 'bout... six or seven minutes."
"Okay, is good! You do very good work, I vant to say!"
"Oh, thank you, sir!", Becky sweetly replied.

Becky led Alex and Forest down the trail a bit to a clearing where, usually, they have sex. But Becky sat all three of them down in a cozy spot between some bushes, in the shade, for something a bit unusual for her. She asked Forest and Alex to close their eyes and clear their minds with her...

"This here messin' around's got me rattled. Ah just needs ta clear mah mind..."
"Yes, quite agreed!", asserted Alex, with Forest nodding his head in agreement.

So, they took some deep breaths, then relaxed and did a simple meditation for about five minutes...


After that, they indeed, got to work.


The Spiritual Council had a very convincing demonstration by Becky and were, apparently, impressed. Indeed, Jasmine was the one who was obviously out of line.

Apparently they took action in the form of consultation, using spiritual techniques to correct the "energy bodies" of Jasmine in particular, and Becky.

The obstinate muscle-man who had been driven off by Becky still caused some trouble for Jasmine who had "thrown him out" for daring to breach his relationship with his "mistress". Anyway, he, Jasmine, and Becky herself, were individually asked to discuss this event with the community's psychiatrist/shaman... Yes, a psychiatrist/shaman, Doctor Deanna... no last name for her. This community is not big on formal names.

The meetings with Doctor Deanna were by request only, requested by the community's leaders or council. Jasmine and the muscle-guy met with her, individually, during what is more or less considered working hours, in an area set aside for such things at the factory. Becky said she had too many velomobile orders and so agreed to meet the psychiatrist/shaman at Deanna's own home on a Sunday.

Becky naturally wanted Forest and Alex to go with her. Unlike the trip in September to her parents, her velomobile would not be full of luggage. So the back seat was available. Since this trip was kind of long, Becky would have one of her guys "stoke" from it, while the other guy pedaled his own velomobile just behind them, in their draft. This is different from their daily commutes, where all three ride their own velomobiles, with Becky riding her two-seater with an empty back seat.

On that Sunday, some time before leaving, Becky, nude as usual, took Alex, dressed at the moment in g-string and tank-top, by the hand and led him outside and back a ways, away from the hearing of Forest.
"Sweety", Becky melodically said to Alex, "Can you pedal alone in yo velomobile and let Forest in the stoking seat in mah velomobile? You see, yo is stronger and tougher. We got a long ways to go, and, you seem to take it better..."
"Why, sure, sure!" Alex agreed cheerfully, perhaps happy to "accept" Becky's estimation of him being the tougher.
"Aw, yo is so sweet!" Becky commented and then sweetly but with considerable steam of passion, kissed Alex on his lips.
"Wow, look at that!" Becky commented, pointing out Alex's erection, "Something wants in mah hole! You wanna go ahead and give me a poke?"
"Wow!" Alex breathed, "I'll get a condom..."
"Don't bother, sweety, Ah gots one!" Becky said, as she reached into her own vagina with her fingers and pulled out a condom, already taken out of its wrapper, from her vagina. "It's all slicked up fer ya, it'll go on easy!" Becky added, as she rolled it onto Alex's throbbing genital.
"Wow!", breathed Alex, "Man! You store things in your hole!?"
"Well, Ah shoved yo whole bikini in mah hole that night Ah left you there alone. By the way, Ah want to apologize fer that..."
"No need", Alex assured, "You already have! Oooo! I..."
"Ah sees it, sweety, poundin' away, lookin' fer my cave. Well, lets let him in...", Becky suggested, speaking of Alex's erection.

Soaked in Becky's juice, the condom did go on easy. This looks like it defeats the reason for a condom, to stop sexually transmitted diseases. But by now, Becky, Alex and Forest had been together so long, that there was no longer that big of a threat. However, the condom, soaked in Becky's fluids though it may have been, would still be effective against the one sexually transmitted disease all of them apparently wanted desperately to avoid, at least until well after 2012; children.

Becky shoved Alex into the cool grass, onto his back, and squatted over him. Becky lowered herself over him and let her eager vagina suck it all in. Alex and Becky groaned long and heavy from the ecstasy of that initial entrance, then she pounded away full tilt. Becky screeched loud from her powerful orgasm. As her orgasm simmered Alex blew up in her and began to emit loud groans. The huffing, groaning and screeching continued for a while.

After simmering down Becky arose from Alex who was now groggy and sleepy from the contentment of a satisfying orgasm. Becky hiked back to the cabin and called out, "Forest! You wanna fuck? Ah just did Alex so you can fuck me in the rear!"

Of course Forest came out with condom ready. Becky leaned over a rock to position her butt for Forest's easy access of her genital. Soon he too was moaning from the ecstasy of orgasm, as was Becky from her second time.

As they both simmered, Forest asked, feebly and breathlessly, "Why did you take Alex back there to fuck?"
"Ah told him Ah's gonna let you ride with me in my two-seater. Ah had to do some explainin' and some sugarin', not much, he's real sweet. Ah rewarded him with a kiss and a fuck".
"Why are you letting me ride with you, and not him?"
"Well, one of y'all gotta do it. Cause yo is so sweet and gentle, Ah just needs to take care of ya more. Alex is a slut. Give him lots of cunt, and he's happy!"

Forest giggled from that remark.

Becky added, "Both of y'all is just so sweet beyond describin'. You and Alex have fulfilled mah life like nobody's business, Ah tells you what!"

Becky drew Forest into her bosom for a warming hug. Muffled from her bosom, Forest asked, "Where's Alex, anyway?"
"Oh, he's passed out from the orgasm Ah gave him!"

So in Becky's way, she secured an uncontested back seat in Becky's two-seat velomobile for Forest, with Alex in his own velomobile following just behind them for this long trip. Becky made lunch for her guys while they recovered from the effects of orgasm. About thirty minutes after lunch, they pedaled some 35 miles over West Virginia hills to get to Doctor Deanna's home.

As instructed by Deanna, when they encountered Deanna's driveway, they called her by CB radio, a transceiver of which was in Becky's velomobile. The transceiver had been assembled right there in West Virginia, in the same factory as Becky worked; purchased from the electronics assembly area ruled over by Jasmine. It was one of the many times Becky had to withstand the icy stares of Jasmine.

Becky and Forest, followed by Alex, pedaled through a narrow passage between some rocks to a locked gate. The gate was affixed to the rocks. There they waited for Deanna.

Deanna simply came jogging up, dressed in very short shorts, short tank-top and tennis shoes. A portion of lean tummy with abdominals showing was visible. She saw that Becky was nude, the way she likes for pedaling velomobile.
"Ah'll put somethin' on fer ya if'n you want", Becky cheerfully offered.
"No..." Deanna answered, smiling, "no... That won't be necessary. Just... be comfortable. However, we are to meet alone. I'll have to ask your fellas to stroll around outside while we meet".
"That's okay", Becky assured.

Jogging, Deanna led Becky and Forest in velomobile, with Alex following in his velomobile, down a winding woodland trail of a driveway over a mile. Situated in a meadow, at the edge of a woods, was Deanna's small but cozy cabin.

Doctor Deanna and Becky entered the cabin alone, so Forest and Alex waited and strolled around outside, enjoying the serenity and scenery of forest and meadow.

"Is Becky in trouble over all this?" Alex asked, a little worried.
"No", replied Forest, "Just, the psychiatrist or... shaman, whichever, she wants to discuss some stuff with Becky, maybe even do some hypnosis."

Forest and Alex strolled around a bit together.
"Sure is a nice day, isn't it?" asked Forest.
"Sure is!", replied Alex, "I still maintain, that the destruction of the petroleum-based rat-race that humans had created, is the best thing that ever happened to this planet in a long time. Look how much healthier everybody is! You hardly ever see a fat person any more. And look at that sky! So blue...".

Indeed, the cool day, maybe about 69 degrees, had an absolutely cobalt blue sky with only a few long, sweeping, feathery cirrus clouds decorating it. The air was cool and dry, and there was a light breeze. As he cooled off from the exercise, Forest reached into Becky's velomobile-for-two and pulled out a tank-top to wear over his green bikini. Alex remained clad only in his red bikini for a while. The two continued to stroll about.

After a time, Alex broke the silence, asking Forest, "Say, what was it like, being in there with Becky?"
"It was pretty cool..." Forest began, hesitated, then asked, "I hope you're not jealous or anything that she... sort of asked me to go with her... I mean, like, someone had to pedal alone..."
"And that someone should be me!", Alex asserted, as he held Forest's shoulders from behind him, pulling him close in a warm manner, "Don't worry about it!" Alex concluded. He gave Forest a friendly whack on his half-exposed butt-cheek.

Comforted by that, Forest commented, "Strange, us... all three of us; Becky, you, me... everybody seems to comment, that usually, two guys falling in love with the same woman is the most common reason for a friendship being destroyed. But that totally did not happen with us! Odd... but... great!"
"If any of that stuff about the past lives on that other planet have any truth or validity to it, that explains some of it. I think you, Becky and I might all be from the same... source...", Alex explained.
"Oh, that weird theory again", Forest replied, "Well, maybe..."
"Not to mention, you are just plain sexy!", Alex asserted, "If you had a hole down there, I'd be a-fucking it!... Uh, not the butt hole, of course!"
"Ewww! I should say not!" Forest agreed, "But I think that's what real gays do... so I've been told. You don't think we're gay?"
"PHHT!" issued a "Bronx jeer" from Alex, "To hell with labels! Look, you're fit, have nice lines, and I'm an artist, all be it an amateur one. What's wrong with one man admiring another man? Women do it!"
"Hmm, but for some strange reason, this society does not accept it when men do it, or, at least, they didn't before", Forest replied, "Of course, since the cataclysms, so many attitudes have changed. Look at us, and look at Becky; do you think we could have gone to work, to a job, dressed like this?"
"Yeah, you're right, we couldn't have. The cataclysms, deadly though they were to literally billions, seemed to have done the survivors a lot of good. I don't know about the men admiring men, though. If that is the way it still is, it is stupid and unfair. Well, to hell with that. Tell me about BECKY!"
"Well, okay, okay", Forest smiled and finally began, "Well... huh! It was cool, that's for sure..."
"In what way?"
"All kinds of ways... First, the ride was smooth... I guess because of our combined weight. Becky's heavy, anyway. I think she weighs something like 180 or 190 pounds. Plus there was me. So the velomobile rode smooth. I felt safe and protected in there, with her. Then, there was her power! Golly-dang! Her legs, they're like engines! You can actually hear the chain grinding under the strain! There's not a lot of closeness, you know, we're not side by side or anything. We don't talk much because we're both breathing hard; from the exercise. I'm in the back seat, and all I can see in front of me is the back of Becky's seat. I can see the top of her head, her pig-tails sticking out to either side, and a bit of her muscular shoulders. And then, there's that... smell... that odor..."
Alex chuckled and asked, "You mean, like, b.o.? Or..."
"No, no, not b.o., no, not like that... to be sure, maybe there was just a tiny trace, but much more than that, was... a woman-smell... it's something I can't quite put into words. The velomobile ventilates by allowing a stream of breeze in from the front louvers to the rear. That means the breeze passes around her legs, crotch and cunt and all before it gets to me. And she's completely naked, so there's nothing stopping it."
"A woman smell", repeated Alex, "Yes, perhaps I know what you mean, I have noticed it... I think... but just in passing; and yes, it is hard to describe. She wears no perfume. I think it is some kind of... well... woman-smell; that's it..."
"Yes", agreed Forest, "And there I was, in the tiny confines of a velomobile with her, right behind her, picking up the breeze that has just passed over her body. I think it actually has some kind of effect. I kept getting horny! Worse than ever before!"
"Whoahh!" breathed Alex, obviously fascinated, "Wow! Man! I think that must be those... phero... fero... something like that, that... that... chemistry given off by a horny woman. At that gate, while we were waiting... she had gotten out of the velomobile... were you horny at that point?"
"Yeah, man! I had a pounding hard-on!", Forest conceded. "I wanted to ask her to fuck, but I don't know if we brought condoms, and I don't know if she would have allowed it, since we were waiting for the shaman".
"Yeah, maybe not. What did you do, pound at it?", Alex asked, grinning.
"Gave it a couple of hard rubs, but it finally calmed down. Later, when we followed the shaman, you know, when she jogged, leading us to her house, we were going slowly with the canopy doors open so we could cool off. So I didn't smell so much of that... woman-smell or whatever."
"Wow!" breathed Alex.
"Want to ride with her when we go home?"
"Nah, that's alright!" Alex assured, "You go with her... in fact... I want you to go with her... I want to see you get really horny and then see if you can fuck the crap out of her when we get home. Me, I'm always like that. But I'd like to see you get like that just once."
"Sheesh, Alex!" Forest laughed, "Okay then, I'll ride with her back home... Hmm, I wonder how much longer they'll be in there?"
"I don't know", Alex replied, "Naw, they can take their time; I like it here. Don't you?"
"Yeah!" replied Forest, "Well, I like any place that's serene, natural, and no neighbors".
Alex agreed with that. He had one more question for Forest...

"Some time ago, before the trip to her parents' farm, more or less after we first arrived here, you... sort of expressed a concern... like you were nervous being with Becky alone..."
"Shit, man! I'm way over that!", asserted Forest, "Yes, I may have been unnerved by her at first. I remember that... it was right after we got here and you had gone to the factory by yourself to get velomobiles for us; nah! I was just... adjusting... my gosh man! We had been pulling that stupid car/trailer shit for the past couple weeks! My mind was fried, that's all! Gosh! Becky treats me special, gentler than with you. She calls you slut, and calls me sweety. She slaps you, pushes you down, rapes you, gives you harder work, and all sorts of stuff... Although I have noted, she has been gentler with you since that... incident with Jasmine. Well anyway, I'm over whatever that was. If anything, I wonder, if you're jealous of the way she seems to... treat me gentler... or something..."
Alex chuckled and replied, "Nah, I'm GLAD you're comfortable with her now. She doubles as your 'new mom' and lover. As to the way she treats me, well, Becky's smart; she has adjusted her attitude to fit the two of us. She apparently saw herself, she was scaring you just a bit. Me, I love that stuff. I love it when she knocks me down and uses me like a masturbation rag. And the harder she slaps my butt, the hornier it makes me. I wish she'd go back completely to the way she was before!"
Chuckling, Forest asked, "Well, she still calls you slut. What about that?"
"Kinda describes the inner me! Most folks think I'm this conservative, clean-cut... whatever; I guess it's due to my haircut, but I am a slut; I do NOT protest that name!"
"Gosh, Alex!" Forest chuckled.
"Well, look at it this way; she treats me kind of rough and like a sex object, leaving only sweetness for you! I think that's one reason she likes us both... one of the reasons anyway... I'm one she can be sexually rough with, dominate and stuff, and you're the one she can express her nurturing sweetness with."
"Huh", Forest muttered, contemplatively.

Alex chuckled and began, "Hah! When I messed up the wheels on those velomobiles, first, she tried to punish me by making me lick her crotch. But that didn't work, just gave me a hard-on. Then she tried spanking me, and that didn't work either! Then she got serious and made me stay by myself after work and fix the goof-up."
Forest chuckled replying, "Yeah! Man! You moron! That's what started all this anyway."
"Well, it's Jasmine's fault! And as far as that is concerned, it's Jasmine's display of her kick-boxing that hole in that crate that started it."
"Gol-dang! That was hot!", commented Forest.
"See what I mean? It was hot, and also worrisome. Nah, that bitch started all of this."
"Yeah...", Forest agreed.

A little later Forest asked, "What does Becky's cunt juice taste like? Is it sweet?"
"HELL NO!", answered Alex assertively, "It's bitter and nasty. But it makes me fucking horny!"
Forest laughed and said, "You are a slut! Sheesh!"
"Guilty as charged!", asserted Alex.

They strolled about a while, then Forest broke the silence with, "What about those bracelets of yours? Are we ever going to get them off? Do they bother you?"
"They bother Becky more than anything", Alex replied, "I don't know about taking them off... That lady, Silver Mist... I think her real name is... Andrea or... Angela or something, she's the one that put them on. A lot of ladies look up to Becky now, but Silver Mist seems still very much faithful to Jasmine. So, negotiating with her to take these off is going to be... touchy. Anyway, I'm not in any hurry."
"You're... you're not?", asked Forest, "They're like... they indicate, like... you're Jasmine's property."
"I don't know...", Alex pondered, "I think they're cool. They are pretty! The gold looks real! But, this much gold... would have cost thousands!"
Forest theorized, "There hasn't been a whole lot of time pass by yet, but, you take baths with them, work in them, sleep and everything else, and they show absolutely NO signs of becoming tarnished or in any way, oxidized. That would indicate real gold!"
"Hmm, maybe they're plated. Or maybe an alloy", Alex theorized.
Forest continued theorizing, "Or gold with a steel core or something like that. If it was pure gold, we could cut them off with a steak-knife, protecting your wrist with some layers of old inner-tube. Pure gold is actually kind of soft. Those must be an alloy or something, or built around an iron frame."
"Yeah...", muttered Alex as he raised his wrists to admire them. Indeed, they were brilliant, and under the golden sun and cobalt-blue sky, they were extra beautiful.

"Are they comfortable?", asked Forest, "Do they bother you?"
"They're completely comfortable", Alex replied, still admiring them, "I was a little concerned that they might bother my work, but so far, no problem. I don't use a whole lot of power tools; mostly just the power screw-driver... and drill, occasionally."
Forest laughed, "Gosh! Looks like you're really NOT in any hurry to get them off."
"Yeah...", Alex agreed, then stated, "You know, what I'd really like, is to wear these, just like this, can't take them off, but, with Becky's... uh... symbol... whatever that is..."
"Sigil", Forest reminded.
"Oh, yes; sigil...", replied Alex, still admiring his bracelets. He then asked, "What's a sigil anyway?"
"I think it is...", Forest theorized, "Your soul's name... in non-verbal communication, you know, NVC, as talked about by Robert Monroe, the out-of-body projection expert. It is supposed to slip past your conscious mind, direct to your soul, the part that lives forever. Your soul's name never changes, at least, not its fundamental non-verbal meaning. When you see a person's sigil, it is like... That person's soul is bypassing that person's physical brain and consciousness and past your physical brain and consciousness and saying, in non-verbal-communications, 'hey, I'm so-and-so, here I am!', you know, something like that. I think that may be what it is."
"How would you go about finding out what yours is?", Alex asked, "Like, how would Becky find out hers?"
Forest replied, "Well, you're the one who started me on these spiritual studies, so, I'm no authority; I would guess, some kind of meditation... either by Becky herself or a Shaman."
"That's a shaman she's with now!", Alex pointed out, then added, "Yeah, I'm no expert either, still learning. Just find the studies worthwhile and meaningful."

Forest and Alex continued strolling about the meadow, enjoying the day, enjoying the scenery, and enjoying the fact they have each other and their wonderful Mistress Becky.

After a little more time, Becky did indeed come out with Shaman Deanna. Deanna invited them to a lunch and a talk before their long velomobile ride home.

During that lunch, Shaman Deanna asked Alex and Forest some casually worded questions about how they met Becky, and how they felt having her as a sort of boss for building velomobiles, and if she "runs things" at home.
Forest sat at Becky's right side and Alex on her left. With Becky giggling, Alex and Forest were, of course, very enthusiastic of their love for Becky, and how it was fine that she "elected" herself "boss" of the three for building velomobiles. Becky added, "Mr. Schroeder was, like, goin' through Alex with velomobile orders. That was fine when he was by himself and there weren't that many orders. But he ain't good at organization. He's a good technician, but just ain't no good at organizin'. So Ah took over."

As to home, Alex and Forest both prattled on about how Becky "initiates" or suggests everything, from deciding whether or not to eat outside for lunch as a picnic, to who starts sex... and who rides with Becky in her two-seat velomobile. Becky giggled the whole time.
"What's so funny, Mistress?" Alex asked.
"Oh, sweety", Becky giggled, "Y'all is just so sweet!"
Deanna smiled.

Alex then asked, "Would it be possible, to like, find out what Becky's sigil is? Her kinda like, soul-name?"
"We did!
We did!", replied Deanna and Becky almost in unison.
"It's right here", Becky pointed out, displaying a paper on which Becky's sigil had been drawn. "Ah drew it while in a trance!", she added.
"Yes", added Deanna, "I put Becky under somnolent hypnosis, the deepest kind, where essentially, the subject 'sleep-answers' questions put to them and can be guided to the deepest secrets of soul". Deanna laughed, "It took a while to get this gal at just the right state. I lost her once into deep sleep, then she woke up with an intense libido; she wanted you guys, then, I got her past that, and on and on. But I finally got her there. Among other things, I had her auto-write her sigil".
"Wow!", commented Alex and Forest, fascinated with both the procedure and the strange spiritual symbology before them.

Alex asked, "Did you hypnotize Jasmine that way?"
"Yes", replied Deanna, "It took some doing. She was another tough case mostly because she's just so wild and independent. And the sigils on your bracelets? They are hers, I confirmed it."
"Huh!", commented Alex, fascinated.

Deanna continued, "Becky spoke of your theory of your past lives, that they may have been on some kind of matriarchal planet, a society dominated by women; well, I confirmed it. And Becky and Forest have past lives on that planet as well, as does Jasmine!"
"WOW!", commented Alex and Forest.
"That explains much about the character of the relationships, good or bad, between the lot of you", Deanna summarized.

It took Alex and Forest a number of seconds to absorb that. Finally, Alex asked, "Did you hypnotize that... muscle-guy... you know, that apish guy that Becky threw something at...".
Becky giggled with blushed face while Deanna replied, "You mean Daniel; Yes, well, he hypnotized pretty well. He does not come from, in the soul that is, from your planet. Several hundred of his past lives have been on Earth, extending out hundreds of thousands of years. I also picked up signs that he had past lives on Mars, back when it was lush and green."
"You mean, there was a time Mars was lush and green...", Forest asked.
"Yes indeed", Deanna answered.
"Huh, huh, huh", muttered Alex contemplatively.

After a few seconds, Alex asked, "What is this... other planet like? The matriarchal one; and how many past lives did we have there?"
Deanna replied, "Jasmine, Becky, Forest and you all have been incarnating on that planet since untold thousands of year ago, ever since the time your souls decided they would begin condensing into physical forms. From what I can tell from back ground description from both Jasmine and Becky, the planet is essentially Earth-like. I have no idea where it is, so don't go hitch-hiking in a field some night hoping for a UFO to pick you up and take you there!"
They all chuckled from that.
Deanna continued, "The planet might even be in an entirely different galaxy. Anyway, it appears to be pastoral, with some technological advances. No space travel capabilities were indicated, and there were strong indications of energy not being in abundance, like they have to scratch for every watt or horse-power they have. Transportation is likely human-based, such as, well, the velomobile... which may explain why the three of you took to that so well and are such advocates of it. Other energy may be eked from solar, water, and wind forces. There are no wars, women are indeed the ones in control, and life spans appear to be measured in centuries. Life there might be boring, however, since nothing much ever happens. One just... farms for all of their, what... maybe, 300- to 900-year lifespan. I also pick up that... the people are somehow... more honest... NOT more advanced and certainly not more moralistic than Earth people but... Well, let me put it this way... You know how this society seems to think of crooked things to do with almost every good or convenient thing that develops? For example, the convenience of credit or debit cards, fouled up by identity theft. New methods of keeping track of people for securing the nation, fouled up by power-grabbing elements in government. The Internet, the best way for people to communicate, get their ideas out, sell things and so on possibly ever developed, fouled up by those whose sport it is to infect people's computers with viruses. Well, the people of that planet do not seem to do that. For example, they might have an Internet, let's say; and no one ever thinks to make a computer virus or worm..."
"That would be WONDERFUL!", exclaimed Alex enthusiastically. Forest vehemently agreed.
Alex added, "Earth people have the 'shit-touch', you know, like King Midas had the 'golden-touch' where everything he touched turned to gold; well, Earth people have the 'shit-touch', everything they touch turns to shit!"
Forest agreed, "HERE HERE!".
Becky giggled, shook her head and went "tch, tch, tch".
Deanna gently chastised, "Now, now, Alex, don't get carried away with some kind of interplanetary racism. You didn't let me finish..."
"Okay, okay", agreed Alex, "But it's just that, what you said is right. Every gotdang good thing that has EVER been developed, has been befouled by Earth people's crap-shit behavior."
Once again, Deanna quieted an ever increasing sign of frustration with the society Alex incarnated with on this go-around, "Shh, shh, patience, Alex. Remember to apply the 'Christ Consciousness'; 'forgive them, for they know not what they do'. Now, before you go running amuck thinking the people of your former planet are the best things since God, let me tell you what else I picked up...
If someone without any scruples comes in a place... say, a store, a house, and the table or cabinet is bare, then he doesn't steal anything. Later, he goes out with nothing ever taking place. Okay, is he a good man, or not? He looks good, after all, he didn't steal anything."
"Huh" and,
" Huh", muttered Alex and Forest simultaneously.
Deanna continued, "But...", and she whispered loudly for effect, "There was nothing to steal!"
"Hmm" and,
" Hmm", muttered Forest and Alex.
Deanna continued, "But, had there been something on that table or in that cabinet; a gold carving, a diamond, a thousand-dollar-bill; THAT would have been the test! Had he left the place having not stolen such an item, then, his soul obviously has evolved! But if he failed the test and stole the item, then, his soul still has work to do. It has not yet been imbued with 'Christ Consciousness'".
"Huh!" and,
" Huh!", muttered Alex and Forest together. Becky giggled.
"Now let me tell you what I picked up about... shall we designate them as, 'your people'; that is, those of the planet of your past lives. Though they may be honest, they appear honest, however, I pick up that those souls are incarnating in bodies with physical brains which are not as sophisticated as Earth human brains. Their souls do not have; perhaps, have not yet been granted the use of, physical beings with brains of such sophistication, that they have the freedom of thinking of such things as making a worm or virus to wreak havoc in somebody's computer just for laughs, or to steal somebody's identity just because technology has made it possible, or to spy on somebody for reasons other than national security."
"So...", began Alex contemplatively, "They just aren't... evolved enough to... make the decision that they're going to program a virus or steal someone's identity."
"Essentially correct!", agreed Deanna. She continued, "The focus of that particular school of souls... and each planet system appears to be schools for souls, or like, training or proving grounds for souls, with each one having a different focus... The focus of the souls of your former planet seems to be the basics. That planet is a kind of kindergarten to maybe forth-grade for souls. Earth has been middle to high school for souls. Souls on Earth are in bodies equipped with higher performance brains, rather like giving a teenager the keys to the car, after his child-hood years of, first, just walking, then, a tricycle, then a bicycle. Although, I feel you two advocates only up to the velomobile, and I agree, but I mention that standard old situation for illustration. The point is, God, or Ashtar-level Spiritual Councils or something, has deemed the souls of Earth, several thousand years ago, as having advanced enough for high performance brains. They were given the keys to the car, so to speak."
"And, the people of my former planet, are still on tricycles...", theorized Alex.
"That's about it", agreed Deanna.
"Well, well, well", muttered Alex with Forest going "huh". Becky was all eyes and ears.

Deanna continued, "And now, the story continues... for after December of 2012, just next year, the whole planet becomes a university for souls. Only those souls who have evolved to the point where they can see a pile of gold that isn't theirs on the table, no guards, no security, and NOT TAKE IT, will be granted incarnational access to Earth after 2012. Souls in current bodies that are not yet at that level, will continued to live well past 2012, to ripe old ages if they can. And, they could even evolve in that time to readiness, if they try. But when they check out, if their soul is not up to the 'university grade', they will be directed to incarnate on a planet somewhere else in the galaxy or universe to continue 'high-school-level' incarnations. Now, that brings us to Jasmine, Becky, and you two. Having directly hypnotized Jasmine and Becky, I found out this: Jasmine is far from ready. She will incarnate back on her former planet and continue there for many more life times. Becky is near ready..."

Becky became red-faced, looked down and giggled uncontrollably, her pig-tails bouncing with her giggles.
Smiling, Deanna continued, "Becky is near ready. With work, if she wanted, she could reincarnate to a much better Earth, say in 2090 or something. By that time, all the war-monger types will have fought out their final wars, grown old and exited. The Earth will then be populated only by 'university-level' souls. There will be no more wars. If Becky does not make it, she will be given the choice of incarnating on another planet with the high-performance Earth-person-like brains, or, incarnate back to her former planet with the somewhat lower-grade physical brains. I traveled out of body and onto the future and observed the spirit meeting between Becky and her spirit-guides. I had to select several different futures. I selected the one that seemed the clearest and the most prominent, the future that will be if you two do not evolve to university level. In that case, Becky decided to incarnate back to the former planet just to incarnate with you two. It would be like a high-school student going back to forth grade just to be in the same school as his closest friend. Becky is ready to advance. She could quite possibly make it to 'university level' before her biological life is over. And it does not matter if she achieves that level before or after 2012. As long as she gets there before her physical body expires. Now, I have not hypnotized either one of you directly. I could if you want it. Anyway, I only picked up information on you two via indirect spiritual sources while I was out of body. But it appears you two have some work to do, in different areas than Becky, but some work to do. I picked up for you, Alex, a severe intolerance of the ways of others if they do not meet your expectations of civilized behavior. That would explain your burning hatred of big dogs and their owners, and your hatred of the tendency of this society, before the cataclysms, to drive overly large vehicles and otherwise be wasteful, and your tendency to practically condemn to hell, the entire Earth society because, as the tirade you gave indicates, you have condemned Earth souls as guilty of the 'shit-touch'".

Becky giggled to the point of out and out laughing while Alex displayed a red-faced grin.
Becky got control of her laughing enough to say, "My my, Alex! She's got you pegged!"

After they went through some laughing and giggling, Forest finally got the chance to ask, "What about me? You say I need some work too..."
Deanna replied, "Yours also seems to be intolerance, especially effected since you coupled so closely with Alex. Also, another major deficiency is you tend to be to dependant on others for strength, thus you latch on to them tightly. That may be very sweet, but for your own sake, a university-level soul needs to be strong and independent. You get your strength from Becky and Alex. This is a tricky one. You... really need to break away from Becky and Alex; not like a 'falling out' or ending of relationship or anything, but, merely, a move... to a distant spiritual community where you would be by yourself, away from Becky and Alex. You would maintain correspondence with them, but, you would be by yourself."
"Oooo", muttered Forest.
"Yes", agreed Deanna, "That's a toughy!"
"Ah would miss mah sweety, terrible!", Becky commented, "He needs me..."
"And you're not helping, big girl!", Deanna said, smiling, as Becky got up, bringing her chair to sit by Forest and hug him tightly... which Forest gladly melted into. Alex smiled.

Deanna commented, upon seeing Alex smiling so approvingly while another man enjoyed a warm hug from, well, his woman... "Until I determined that you, Alex, and Forest shared past lives from that same woman-dominated world with Becky and the likes of Jasmine, I really was impressed with the almost unheard of ability of you two, two men, to share the love of the same woman without world-war-three breaking out between the two of you. But, knowing what I now know, the men of that world must certainly be... different... anyway, that's the best explanation I have seen! It's near concrete proof of my findings, and finding concrete proof of any spiritually derived information is always difficult... at least to a left-brained, analytical society."

Well! A most enlightening conversation indeed!


Later, lunch done and a lot more related talk, they drew the visit to a close and Deanna saw them out. Forest "automatically" entered the back-seat of Becky's velomobile while Alex entered his. Deanna smiled big, and Becky giggled.

"I'll jog, you all follow me, so I can let you through the gate", instructed Deanna.
Shaman Deanna keeps the gate locked to control the visits she gets from people who seek her services as shaman and/or psychiatrist. Becky and Forest in her two-seater and Alex followed Deanna over the one mile or more to the gate. She unlocked it to let them out with final greetings.

On the way home, during an extensive down-hill run, Forest was in there, likely experiencing Becky's woman-smell again. Anyway, he asked, "Becky, do you think I cling too much? Or, am I too dependant?"
"Ah ain't nevuh noticed it. Deanna said somethin' 'bout it, but, all Ah know, is yo is so sweet, it makes mah teeth hurt!"
"How about Alex? Do you think he's more independent than me?"
"Too independent as far as Ah's concerned. He's also a horny slut. Ah loves smackin' him around and bringing him in line with me. Think's his ideas are better and stuff. All Ah know is, he's seems to be tougher somehow. So Ah gets to fuck him rough like. But he's also so sweet it makes mah teeth hurt. He's like bitin' through a crusty... sweet thing or somethin', like a cream-filled cookie. Yo is just hundred percent sweet!"
"I'm only the soft cream..."
"Oh, don't worry 'bout that stuff none! Ah love's both of y'all so much, it just makes mah teeth hurt and mah cunt get's wet just thinkin' 'bout either of y'all!"
"So, you don't think I should move away to..."
Becky interrupted, "You try that, and Ah'll drag yo butt back here and chain you to a post! You ain't goin' nowhere!"
Forest laughed then asked, "What about Alex?"
"Him too! Ah'll drag him back here, rape him and tie him to a post! Ah's y'alls Mistress! Ain't none of y'all goin' nowhere!"
Forest laughed, then pointed out, "You're being like a woman from our former world, that is, according to Deanna, shouldn't you..."
Becky interrupted, "Ah know what she said, and Ah's done some thinkin' on it, and probably will do some mo. But Ah just love's y'all too much. Ah loves both of y'all. You're one way, and Alex is another. Y'all compliment each other. Ah ain't lettin' either of y'all go!"

After a few seconds they were having to climb again. But Forest had one more point, "Becky?"
"Yes sweety?"
"I love you!"
"Aw man! Yo's making mah teeth hurt again! So dang sweet, Ah just can't stand it sometimes!"

Forest chuckled and then they both leaned into pedaling up a long West Virginia hill. Alex back there in his single-seat velomobile was keeping up just fine.

It was getting dark as they pulled up to their cabin. The sun had set, and sky was dark blue with a rosy burst of colors at the southwest horizon. The air was chilling, but they were warmed and primmed from the exercise. And Forest had been smelling Becky all the way home.

Becky emerged from the front of her two-seat velomobile. She stepped over to lift Forest's canopy and then saw an item of great interest. Becky loudly declared "Mah goodness sakes alive! Now that there's gonna hafta be tended to!"
Forest climbed out with a rock-hard, pounding erection as Alex pulled up behind and emerged from his velomobile.

Forest said, in a quivering voice, "Being in there with you does something to me! Alex and I discussed it, but man! Can we... fuck?"
"WELL DUH!" exclaimed Becky, "Ah's gonna fuck yo ass good!"
"May I do it from behind?"
"Knock him down and do it over him like you do me!", Alex suggested.
"But I like behind her", Forest insisted.
"You can do it behind me on one condition!", Becky ordered, "That you slam my hole with that meat like yo is tryin' to tear me apart with it! Gotdang! That looks good! It's up to his navel! Now you go in and get some condoms Alex, and then watch us and get yo-self goin', 'cause, yo's next!"
"WOW! SURE!", Alex agreed as he ran in to retrieve condoms and was back out in seconds.

Becky leaned over a rock, presenting her soaked labias and hole and let Forest have at it.
Forest eased it in with a long, loud groan, similar to Becky. He began hard humping. Becky moaned and puffed and got out, "HARDER!"
"Yeah Forest!", Alex urged, "Slam it in!"

Okay, okay, so Forest let himself go. Forest humped himself and Becky into screaming, huffing orgasms, after which, Forest kept humping.
"WOW!", huffed Becky, "He's goin' fer another!"

The endless libido of Becky had no problem accepting another fuck from Forest. Taking somewhat longer this time, Becky orgasmed first, followed by Forest.

"Yo had enough, boy?", asked Becky under darkening skies of evening.
Forest stumbled around after leaving Becky's muscle-butt and moaned, "Ooo my! Oh".
"Ah think he has", Becky surmised, then demanded, "Okay slut! Rubber it up, and slam it in!"
"Uh, from behind?", Alex asked with voice quivering from libido. Indeed, the show had hardened him up.
"Yeah; aftuh the first two orgasms, Ah kinda likes it from behind. Now yo's always underneath me while Ah pound away, now here's yo chance to show me what you can do back there!"

Alex plowed it in and humped furiously. He had not been exposed to Becky's smell, so he was not as charged with libido as Forest apparently was. He took longer to orgasm than Forest's first time, and after orgasm, he softened.
But not Forest.
Taking longer to orgasm due to this being her third, Becky moaned, "Oh man, Ah's got to get this one out!" Becky stood up from the rock she had been leaning on, with her legs spread and vaginal secretions dripping. Vapors rose from her body. "Alright, slut, get on the grass so Ah can hump yo hip!"

Alex happily did so but Forest said, "Wait, can I fuck you again? From behind?"
"WOW! SHO-NUFF CAN!", replied Becky enthusiastically.

Indeed Forest had hardened up again. She returned to the rock to lean over and present her hungry hole. Forest plowed in and humped vigorously. Since this was his third, the orgasm took long enough to come for Becky to have hers.
Finally, they all had enough.

By this time the sky was becoming a very dark blue to black with more stars visible. The sunset to the southwest was a deep rose right next to the horizon. Despite the increasing chill of that evening, Becky slumped with her back against the rock she had been leaning on with her big legs spread. Vapors rose from her vagina. Forest lay in the grass and Alex sat in the grass next to Becky.

Still panting some, Becky expressed, "Whew! Wow! That there hit the spot, Ah tell you what! Now, not to look a gift-horse in the mouth, but, what happened to ya, Forest? That was good! Whew!"
"Ooohhh", Forest could only moan.
"While we were strolling in the meadow at Deanna's place waiting for you all", Alex explained, "Forest told me that there was particular womanly odor coming from you, since he was in the back seat where the ventilating air-stream came first over your cunt area then to him. He said it made him horny".
"Well, Ah'll be...", Becky muttered, fascinated. Then she asked, "Then why in heavens didn't you ask me to fuck, sweety?"
"Sweety?", Becky asked again.
"I think he's out", suggested Alex. "FOREST!" Alex called.
"Oh! Wh... oh! Yes, what happened?"
"Wake up, you!", Alex laughed.
"Slut told me about yo smellin' mah cunt or somethin' while in the velo with me and gettin' a hard-on. Why didn't you ask me to fuck?"
"I just did".
"No, not about just now, but after we got there, to Deanna's place.", Becky replied.
"We were waiting for Deanna and... I don't think we took condoms", Forest answered.
"Oh yeah, right, right", Becky agreed. "Dagnab always havin' to use condoms, anyhow. Ah wish y'all could just fuck me bare-cock. Every gotdang time we wants to fuck; 'where's the condoms', 'where's the condoms', 'go get the condoms'; DANG! Wears me out is what it does."
"Yeah", grumbled Alex, "Dam old baby-making apparatus is just too dam raring to cause us all trouble!"

Becky chuckled at Alex's continuing bad attitude against the human reproductive system. She pointed out, "Well, Ah guess the system had to be made that-a-way to keep humans from a dyin' out back in ancient times. But it sho nuff is a head-ache. Say, when that ol' bitch, Jasmine, tricked and forced you into fucking her, she didn't use no condom, did she?"
"No. I hope she doesn't get pregnant. Dam unwanted gotdang cussed..."
"Now, now, slut", Becky jokingly chastised, "Temper, temper!"
"Well, I think she uses some kind of control or something", Alex surmised, "I'm sure she fucks all the time and I've never seen her pregnant".
"What 'bout that there, um... Silver Mist; you say you fucked her..."
"Yes, that Jasmine held me down and let her, sort of like, guest-fuck me. Sheesh! I think she's the same way, probably uses some method of control".
"What was it like, fucking without a condom?", Becky asked.
"Oh man! Out of control! I didn't want to fuck that bitch, but she forced me in, and once in her hole, that was it. I couldn't stop 'till I exploded".
"Shit! I wish we could fuck like that", Becky grumbled.
"But, shouldn't it not make a difference to you? All your cunt knows is that something is being shoved in and out..."
"But Ah want you sweeties to enjoy it! As much as possible! Yo meat contactin' mah hole directly! Ah'd love that!"
"Do... you... want to use some kind of control?", asked Alex.
"I don't know", Becky pondered, "Ah's afraid of them ol' chemicals".

They were quiet for a while, watching the stars come out. Alex gradually moved over next to big, muscular Becky for warmth. But finally even she felt chilly and then Forest stirred and awoke, saying he felt cold. At that time they all went in the cabin to make supper.


Just a little miscellaneous matter that might be curious to observe...

The next day, Monday, Becky and her guys went to the factory to build velomobiles as per usual and worked after hours some just so that they could complete what they started. Due to the shortened days, being October, the sun had set and the skies were getting dark blue. The only three at the factory were Becky, Forest, and Alex.

Time came that they were done and they were putting away tools. Alex asked, "Mistress?"
"Yes, sweet slut?", Becky replied sweetly.
"Do you think you could do... a one-armed pull-up? You know, a chin-up, with only one arm?"
"Hmm", pondered Becky. She struck a classic muscle pose with legs spread and huge biceps humping up. Becky remarked, "These here on me are perty big, but, Ah ain't nevuh tried it".

Alex perhaps remembered Jasmine the Electrobitch and her deeply cut, iron-hard muscles and her ability to do, not just one, but five one-arm pull-ups. Becky asked Alex, "Can you?"
"Uh, I don't know..."
"Let's see you try it, slut. Put yo endless horniness into it. Betcha can!"
"Hmm", Alex muttered, as he looked up at the support beams up there.
"Ah tell you what", Becky offered, "Ah's been a-watching mah periods and cycles and all. Ah has surmised, if'n you fuck me these here few days bare-cocked, Ah won't get pregnant. Now, we don't wanna risk it, but just once, if'n you can do a one-arm pull-up, Ah'll let you fuck me bare-cocked, just once. Or, if'n you do a double fuck, that'll count as once. And Ah'll try, not promise, to do a one-arm pull-up. How 'bout it?"
"I'll give it all I've got!", replied Alex enthusiastically.

They scooted over a low box for Alex to stand on to reach a beam. Alex grabbed it and tugged away, one arm. It looked like he was going to make it, but he began to nearly stall before his arm was fully folded. He kicked a bit, and swung around, and just barely, with a lot of grunting and huffing, just did barely get his arm to a half-way decently folded position. His arm gave out and he came leaping down on the box.

Becky clapped and cheered, "Mah super sexy slut did it! Wow!"
"Whew!", Alex huffed, "That arm's going to be complaining about it tomorrow!"

After he caught his breath Becky was warming up to give it a try. She flexed her huge biceps tight, then released, flopping her arms, getting them warmed up and ready.
Alex then said, "Let me try it with the other arm..."

Alex stepped back up on the box and gave it a try. His other arm was no better... or worse, than the previous arm. It took a lot of kicking, huffing and grunting to just barely achieve a folded arm position before that arm just upped and "died", letting Alex drop to the box, as before.

"Alright then, slut", Becky smiled, "Now Ah has to try both arms and... let you fuck me two separate times bare cocked."
"OOOooo!", exclaimed Alex.

Becky's arms are massive, perhaps around 19 inches, possibly a full 20, but so is her body. Since living on Alex's property all summer, and eating healthy and well, Becky has gained muscular weight, and now weighs a full 200 pounds. Add to that, pedaling everyday by velomobile to the factory and back over rugged West Virginia hills has developed Becky's legs to huge pillars of hard muscle. So most of that muscular weight gain is in her legs. Well, let's observe...

Because of Becky's six-feet-one or more height, by standing on her tip toes, similar to Jasmine, she did not need the box. Becky grabbed the over-head beam and tugged. An impressive bicep bulged and strained.
"GOLLY-DANG! That's huge!", breathed Alex, with Forest looking on agreeing.

Becky grunted, huffed, and kicked, but it looked like she was not going to quite make it. Then suddenly, she grunted and moaned, and she pulled on up to her arm fully folded. She let go and came back to the floor.
"OOHH!", Becky huffed, "Mah cunt felt funny! Felt like Ah almost had an orgasm. Wow! Let me do that again, with mah other arm!"

With her other arm, Becky appeared to stall out in that same two-thirds-up position as before, but then she moaned a loud grunt and got all the way up and held for a second. Becky part grunted and part screeched.
"Her vagina patch is getting soaked!", commented Alex.
"Yeah", agreed a mesmerized Forest.

Becky let her self down, bent over and rested with her hands on her knees for a few seconds, huffing and puffing. She stood up and exclaimed, "WOW! That felt weird but good! Ah think Ah had some kind o' orgasm! But Ah got to have another!"

All this had Alex hard with his genital way out in the cool air, begging to be let in a hole.

"Alright, slut!", offered Becky, "Since yo is ready, Ah'll give ya one bare-cock fuckin' right now! How 'bout it? And that there pull-uppin' took a lot outa me. So fuck me from behind!"
"With supreme pleasure!", Alex agreed enthusiastically.

So right there at the factory, Becky unstrung her soaked vagina-patch and strings, leaned on a table to present her huge labias and water hole, and let Alex drill away, no condom.

Alex came to two consecutive orgasms as did Becky. Then Forest drilled her, coming to two orgasms as well to a final single orgasm from Becky.

Huffing and panting, they rested, sitting on the concrete floor with their backs against either table legs or support beams. Becky let her legs spread. Vapors rose from her vaginal area.

After some resting, they wearily made the velomobile trip back home. Forest never did try the one-arm pull-up.


About Alex's bracelets, hmm... He really was not in any hurry to get them off. Becky asked Alex about it, and he said he would rather keep them, but with Becky's sigil.

After that, indecision set in. Originally, Becky was going to march over to Jasmine and demand they be taken off. But with Alex not complaining and wanting, instead, to keep them but with Becky's sigil, Becky cooled off her plan. Remember too, Jasmine had a meeting with Deanna, and was put under somnolent hypnosis. Already pointed out was the fact that Jasmine's soul had a past-life profile from the same planet as Alex, Forest and Becky. Jasmine had not confronted Becky any more. Even when Becky went to the electronics department to buy something, Jasmine made herself "scarce".

In a few weeks however, Jasmine finally made a "move"...
It was the first few days of November. The cool weather was giving way to a more serious cool, down right cold sometimes, after cold-fronts. Folks with good looking physiques probably dislike winter, because they have to cover up their prize physique. Along with a good physique, however, is great health and ruggedness, so indeed, such folks do not start putting on more clothes until it gets really cold.

On such a day, Alex was dressed in long pants and long-sleeve shirt. Forest was dressed same with the addition of a jacket. The two of them put their hands in their pockets at every opportunity. Becky resisted clothes, going with tank-top and mini-skirt at first. But on that day, she wore a long sleeved sweater over a mini-skirt; no underwear of course. Her big, muscular legs were bare.

Well, at the morning break, who comes calling but Jasmine herself. The click-click of stiletto heels on concrete was heard, and Alex was the first to turn to look as he was all too familiar with that sound.

"Mistress, look!", whispered Alex to Becky. Forest noted too.

Also resistant to clothes, Jasmine had "grudgingly" increased clothing to a long sleeved leather jacket, but still short enough to leave some lean tummy visible. She wore a black leather mini-skirt and, probably, no underwear. She was non-threatening in her manner.

Equally non-threatening was her diction as Jasmine, with hesitation, uttered, "Uh, like, Miss Becky, may I have a word with you?... Please?"
"Huh", muttered Becky as she looked at Alex then to Jasmine, "Okay!", she agreed. Here is fine. Ah tell them everything anyway". Becky smiled as pleasantly as she could.

"Frankly, I am surprised that you haven't come crashing into my electronics area, demanding the bracelets be taken off... your Alex".
"Well, um... um... he says he likes them. Uh, in fact, yes, Ah was gonna demand their removal, but, then, we couldn't make up our minds. He sorta wanted mah sigil put on them".
"That can't be done", replied Jasmine, without anger, or perhaps, holding it in. She continued, "You see, they are imbued with my energy, and the sigil is mine. As long as he wears them, he will have a longing for me".
"But he don't have no..."
"Look, pig-tails, you don't know what he may not be telling you!", Jasmine interrupted, anger beginning to appear, "It will effect him. I placed rather high-energy magick into the bracelets, along with the application of my sigil. Don't you want them off? They mean me, they represent me. I offer to remove them now! I thought you would be appreciative!"
"Well, okay, okay", agreed Becky, "He just thinks they're real pretty, that's all. But, yes, Ah wants them off. And, Ah's his Mistress, so, Ah'm a-orderin' them off".
"Okay then", replied Jasmine, calming down. "Then come to my station after work, and I will get Silver Mist to take them off. It needs to be done with her delicate, skillful touch..."

With the click-click of stiletto heels, Jasmine walked over and up behind Alex, up to his back side pushing at him gently. He nervously let her do it. Becky held her place. Jasmine put her arms around Alex, found and held his wrists up...
"It needs Silver Mist's touch, to protect his delicate wrists..."
And they actually observed a quiver of sadness in Jasmine's voice, as if she was near tears. She raised one of his wrists and kissed it gently. She then released his wrists and simply walked away.

"Wow", breathed Forest.
"Great dang a mercy", commented Becky.
Alex could not say anything for a few seconds.

Well then, so it was to be...
That evening, as everyone else was getting ready to go, Becky, Alex and Forest arrived at Jasmine's station. Without a word, Jasmine led them to Silver Mist who was ready with her tools.

As skillfully as before, Silver Mist protected Alex's wrists then began the delicate welding work to remove the bracelets. Forest remained in the background, in the shadows. Jasmine stood and watched glumly. Becky kept glancing at her.

When Becky had apparently surmised that her Alex was in good hands, she carefully approached Jasmine saying, as sweetly as possible, "Jasmine, Electrobitch?"
"What!?" Jasmine asked sternly.
"May we... step over here; there's something Ah wants to... ask... or request", Becky requested shyly.
"Hm!" grunted Jasmine as she appeared to walk away. Becky remained, apparently thinking she had been turned down. But...
"Well!? Are you coming!?", asked Jasmine sternly.
"Oh, okay, okay, sorry!", Becky sweetly apologized and quickly walked over to Jasmine.

"Okay, what is it?", asked Jasmine sternly.
"Now, um...", Becky stammered, "You were um... hypnotized by Deanna, right?"
"Yes!"
"And um... did ya find out, that you um... like... had some past lives on a different planet?"
Finally Jasmine loosened up a little, replying, "Well... yes, yes I did. Did she do that with you?"
"Sho nuff", Becky replied cheerfully with her pig-tails bouncing from the nod of her head.
"And... you have past lives from another planet?", asked Jasmine, still a bit stern, but loosening up.
"Sho nuff!", replied Becky cheerfully, "And... and... she said, you and Ah are from the same planet... in our souls that is!".
"Yeah, I was indeed informed that, unfortunately, my soul had past lives on the same planet as you!"

Jasmine said that derisively as if she found it disgusting that she shared past lives from the same planet as "pig-tails".
Becky of course saw her disgust and replied, "Well, don't let that bother you none, because, on that world, like here, there are probably different types o' folks. You was probably royalty or somethin' and Ah was probably just some kind o' farmer".
"Probably", agreed Jasmine with an uppity air.
"And it was a woman's planet", pointed out Becky, "That explains why both you and Ah are strong and independent!"
"And like men to serve us!", agreed Jasmine.
"Uh, yeah... Yes!", agreed Becky, all be it with delay.

Perhaps it looked like to Becky, Jasmine had loosened up enough for something Becky must have wanted. "Since we're like... kindred spirits... really in the spirit, kindred, and... and, mah only bone with you is yo doin' that to Alex... not the bracelets, that ain't bad, but, kinda like, forcing him to fuck and all..."
"Isn't that what males are for? To serve us?", asked Jasmine, ever more opening up to Becky.
"Well, yeah, but, the way you did it..."
"May have been effected by my not knowing you were... uh, that you were like me, at least, at a fundamental level", interrupted Jasmine, whereupon she added, "Which is the reason I haven't made any more moves against you in getting Alex. Apparently Alex and the other one are from that same planet too, spiritually speaking, and therefore are both familiar with and comfortable with serving a woman. That makes both of them highly desirable to me. That lummox I had before would not obey me, so he's out! And it is no wonder, Deanna said he's an all-Earth soul. I wish I could have Alex. He's got fire, like me. I'd so love training him! The other one is better for you; seems more your... speed or something. But, I suppose there's nothing that can be done. So, at least, I gave you the respect of not getting after Alex anymore. And now, without coercion, I am having the bracelets of my claim to him removed".
"Well, Ah sho is appreciative", Becky assured, "sho nuff is appreciative. So, lets see... where was Ah..."

Jasmine sighed with impatience over Becky's undisciplined mind, and reminded, "You said we are kindred spirits and the only disagreement you had with me was over the way I went after Alex!"
"Oh, oh, thank you!", Becky cheerfully replied, then continued, "So Ah's thinkin'... uh, since the only bone with you is the way you did Alex and that threat you did, where you kicked in that there crate, but that's all okay now, so... maybe... we could be... um... like, friends? Ah really like ya... Yo is cool! Yo is so smart and talented and stuff, and, and, good lookin' and all, gooder lookin' than Ah..."
Jasmine actually laughed and replied, "Okay, okay, pig-tails! We can be... friends, if you want".
"Oh good! Jasmine! Ah like's that name! Thank you! Thank you!", Becky enthusiastically replied, her pig-tails bouncing with her enthusiasm.

Becky reached to Jasmine to shake her hand, but Jasmine said, smiling, "No, no, pig-tails, not like that! We do it this way..."

Jasmine, possibly a shade shorter than Becky but three inches taller due to heels, stepped up to Becky, bowed a bit and tilted her head and pressed a steamy wet kiss on a surprised Becky's lips.

"Wow, dagnab a mighty", commented Becky as Jasmine held her shoulders at bent-arm's length, smiling. Becky stammered, "Ah... Ah didn't mean ta... for us to get like... all lesbian about it, but... thank you! Thank you!"
Jasmine smiled, looked straight into Becky's eyes for some seconds then said, "You are kindred! Not as cultured, but, kindred! I'll straighten you out! Anyway, you said 'lesbian'... I don't like labels, but, being... lesbian is part and parcel to our kind. Men are inferior. They're fun, and I like training them and fine tuning them for me. And you could too! And there's nothing better than a cock plunging in and filling that hungry orifice! But, I like someone my level, and sex with someone my level, even if she is... uncultured. You are woman, and a strong one, and I think it could be fun with you!"
"Mah goodness", red-faced Becky could only say.
"Now lets go and see how Silver Mist is coming along", suggested Jasmine gently to Becky.

The two big ladies strolled over to Silver Mist's station. One bracelet was off. Silver Mist was beginning on the other bracelet. Alex was fine.

"This way, pig-tails", Jasmine whispered in Becky's ear, and gently pulled at her arm.

"Okay...", Becky shyly said.
"I just want to stroll with you a bit", Jasmine gently assured. She continued, "You know Silver Mist, her soul is from our spirits' planet too!"
"Oh, is she?", Becky sweetly asked.
"Deanna detected it", Jasmine informed, "Which pleases me greatly, for I have had relations with her for quite some time now. We share men, try to make them obey us, but if they don't, eventually out they go. We don't have any permanent men yet. But we have loads of fun and good sensations with just each other."
"But...", Becky asked, "How do ya have sex with another woman? We ain't got no cocks!"
"HAH HAH HAH!" Jasmine guffawed loudly, "Oh! Pig-tails! You're a work!"

Jasmine stopped Becky and held her by the shoulders, gently turning her to face Jasmine. Jasmine whispered low and sensual, "There are ways..."
Slowly, Jasmine place her arm on Becky's shoulder and held Becky close. Jasmine gently reached under Becky's skirt and felt over her labias.
"Mmm!", Jasmine purred, "Soaking fucking wet!"

Shy and shocked Becky merely allowed her new-found, aggressive friend wipe, with her fingers, Becky's crotch. Jasmine then reached under her own skirt and wiped hers.
"My juice with your juice, my energy with your energy...", Jasmine uttered like a chant.
With Jasmine's fingers wet with her own secretion, she once again reached under Becky's skirt and wiped around, gently messaging Becky's labias and impinging on her clitoris. Once again, she chanted, "Mmm... Your juice with my juice, your energy with my energy..."
Jasmine then placed both her arms into a full out tight hug on Becky, feeling her butt and feeling her back under her sweater. The wetness on Jasmine's fingers, which had both her own and Becky's secretions, were spread around Becky's butt and lower-back. Again, Jasmine pressed a heavy, wet kiss on Becky's lips.

Becky was steaming. Jasmine let go of her gently and looked her up and down, smiling. Jasmine nodded her head and said, "So, you see pig-tails? That's how we do it. Now, we are friends!"
"Wow...", Becky could only breath.
"Now, let's go see how Silver Mist is coming along with your Alex", Jasmine gently suggested as she delicately pulled Becky with her.
"Golly", Becky commented, giggling nervously, "You... you done made me horny..."
"Oh did I?", Jasmine purred as she stopped Becky and gently turned her to face Jasmine, "Mmmm", purred Jasmine as she kissed Becky on the lips yet again, gently this time, "That could be a problem". Jasmine commented softly, "Well, you'll just have to go home and rape your guys. But, think about how much fun it would be to let me... finish what I started...", Jasmine smiled big, looked downward into the eyes of an impressed Becky, and concluded, "now wouldn't it?"
Becky just stood, mesmerized, uttered a giggle and "Gosh..."
Jasmine chuckled softly and urged, "Come on pig-tails, it's getting late. I think Silver Mist may be done".
"Okay", Becky softly replied.

Jasmine's arm gently held Becky around her waist. The two big ladies strolled back to Silver Mist's station. Silver Mist was just delicately taking off the last bracelet.
"There you go, pig-tails", Jasmine softly informed Becky, still with her arm around her waist, "He's completely yours, now!"
"Thank you", Becky sweetly and shyly replied.

Jasmine released Becky of her hug and stepped over next to Silver Mist to help a bit in putting away tools.

"Uh... um...", Becky stuttered, "Is... that it?"
Smiling, Jasmine gently said, "Yes, pig-tails, that's it. Take your guys home now and, have fun! Good night!"
Silver Mist smiled at Becky too as she put away her tools and bid "good night".

Becky gently motioned her guys to go.
As they walked through the near complete darkness to their velomobiles, Alex asked, "What happened, Mistress? She was being... nice to you..."
"Yeah", Forest joined in, "What happened?"
"It's kinda hard to explain... um...", Becky stammered a bit, "Ah has already told y'all, Ah came here just to build velomobiles, and didn't have no bone with nobody. The onlyest thing that Jasmine was upset about, is because Ah hurt her man, but then, she said she broke off with him anyway. Ah has always kinda admired Jasmine; she's cool, smart, talented and interestin', so... I kinda like told her so... and that Ah wanted to be friends. And... and... she accepted! Man! Did she evuh accept!"
"Huh!", commented Alex, "Well, that's good, isn't it? No more of this bickering."
"Sho nuff, but, just that...", Becky hesitated, "She wants to do... to have sex with me, like them there lesbians do and stuff... Ah told her Ah don't know how that's done, but she says she can show me. Then she hugged me and stuff, and diddled with mah cunt and... and... got me horny. And, her attitude toward men is... well... nevuh mind that... Anyway, Ah's gonna be friends and um... um... Ah don't know 'bout that there lesbian stuff".
"Wow", commented Alex, chuckling.
"She's really... like that, you know...", commented Forest.
"Like what?", Alex asked.
"Sort of like... what do they call them... Gothic. That's it. She's sort of a Goth".
"Hmm, I'd like to run some pipe-organ music by her, see if she likes it", commented Alex, "That's real Gothic music".
"I don't know", Forest pointed out, "She's liable to be interested in heavy-metal or something".
"You guys has to remember, her soul has past lives on the same planet we came from", Becky reminded, "No tellin' what she really likes".
"Hmm", went Alex and Forest at the same time.

By this time they were standing next to their velomobiles, beginning to feel the cold.
"Well, let's get a-goin'", Becky urged, "Ah's gettin' chilly!"
"Me too!", Alex agreed and Forest nodded his head.

They took off, pedaling vigorously for that welcomed rush of heat the exercise provides, because other than that velomobiles have no heater.

So the unpleasantness of the past several days was behind them. Sometimes Jasmine came during breaks to hike with Becky down the trails. The only problem now was, the libido that Becky experienced in Jasmine's presence.

"Ah don't wanna think Ah's a lesbian!", Becky confided with Forest and Alex.
"Well, look at Forest and me", Alex explained, "We're sort of... gayish... although I don't like labels, and we're fine! Our number-one is you! But, we do occasionally, Forest and I, get pretty close".
Red-faced, Forest looked down and chuckled.
"Jasmine said the same thing", Becky informed, "She doesn't like labels. Ah just wish she weren't so... sexy... to me".
Forest and Alex chuckled.

On a hike down the trail, only a few days since becoming friends, Becky and Jasmine had arms around each other while Alex and Forest walked ahead a bit. Becky asked, "How is it that you can fuck with guys without a condom and not get pregnant? Ah sho would like that. Ah get so sick and tired of condoms!"
Jasmine laughed heartily, not a guffaw, but heartily and finally replied, "Aw, Pigtails, you're so cute!"
Becky giggled.
"I use magick. I shut down the path of new souls attempting to enter the physical plane through me. No soul, no life, the fetus fails to develop".
"You mean, you use some kind o' witchcraft to stop it? You don't use pills and stuff?"
"No", Jasmine laughed, "No pills and stuff. No I.U.D. I set up a shield that makes me unusable as a conduit for souls entering the physical plane. So they don't come, and no zygote becomes a fetus."
"Ah didn't understand all them magickal words, but, can you do it fer me?"
"HAH HAH HAH!", guffawed Jasmine, then laughing, continued, "Aw, Pigtails! 'All them magickal words'. Yes, Pigtails, I can do it for you. Can you come to my house Saturday night, with your guys if you want, plan to spend the night, and I'll take care of you. Oh, and Silver Mist lives with me. I'll let her apply a certain talent she has on you. You'll find it very enjoyable!"
"Okay!", Becky cheerfully said with her pig-tails bouncing.

After they strolled a little more, Becky asked, "Why does ya still call me pig-tails?"
"It sounds cute!", Jasmine answered, "I was going to come up with another name for you, but Pigtails stuck."
"But... that's what you was callin' me when you was mad at me".
"Yes, I called you Pigtails when I was mad at you, and now I call you Pigtails because I love you!"
"Okay!", Becky cheerfully agreed, nodding her head with her pig-tails bouncing.
Jasmine laughed heartily and hugged Becky tighter around her waist.

It was a long trip to Jasmine's house from Alex's (or Becky's). Becky and her guys lived west of the factory, Jasmine lived north of it. Jasmine's land was also a longer velomobile commute to the factory, which explains Jasmine's well honed legs.

To understand Becky's actions in just a moment, a brief explanation: Away from the hearing of Forest one time after Becky and Jasmine became friends, Alex told Becky of how Jasmine feels Forest is a "wuss".
Becky replied, "She did say somethin' 'bout him bein', um, lower speed or somethin'". With a grin, Becky added, "Well, I'll show her...".

Due to the distance... and a plan of hers... Becky used two velomobiles again, with Forest in the back seat with Becky and Alex following in his velomobile.

On the way there, during a downhill run, Becky suddenly asked Forest, "Are you gettin' all horny and stuff?"
"Yes, Mistress Becky, I don't know why it always happens in here. I gotta fuck bad!"
"Save it fer mah friend", Becky urged, "Ah wants to show her what you can do!"
"You mean, fuck Jasmine?"
"Fuck her dagnab brains out! And guess what, you don't gotta use no cotton-pickin' condom! Go in her bare-cock!"
"But... but..."
"That there's an order, from yo Mistress!", Becky cheerfully reminded. She added, "It's okay. She's got a way o' stoppin' them pregnancies. Alex said it felt great in her without a condom! Well, that's why we is doin' this trip. I done told y'all she gonna use some kind o' witchcraft to prevent pregnancies fer me. Then y'all don't gotta use no condoms no mo! When you get there all charged up and stuff, and you go in her hole, you want be able to stop!"
"Golly! Well, okay Mistress, if it's okay with you".
"Sho nuff is. Oh, another thing, she may want to fuck on top of ya. But that's okay, ain't it? You ain't afraid o' that anymore, are ya?"
"Well... No! It's okay!"

Well, that was that. They continued pedaling. Alex heard none of this as he was back there behind them, by himself. But Becky had indicated to him she might do this.

Jasmine lived in the wilderness surrounded by over 100 acres, most of it mountainous. They had to bounce along two miles of driveway to arrive to her cabin. There was a fifteen-acre meadow with her small but well appointed cabin-house. There were huge areas of solar panels.
"My gosh, she must generate a good 50,000 watts with those!" commented Alex over the radio to Becky.

Becky radioed Jasmine that she was on the driveway, about to get there. Sure enough, as they pulled up, there was Jasmine in a tight-fitting tank top and nothing more. Behind her, in a sweater over mini-skirt, was Silver Mist.

As Becky clamored out of her velomobile, Jasmine greeted, "So big girl, getting some help, huh? That's the way to use your guys!"
"It's just mo efficient that a-way", Becky cheerfully said, "And, it's mah way o' chargin' him up fer ya. Fer some reason, when he rides with me, he gets all..."

As Forest came out, he had a pounding erection.
"Great fuck! Would you look at that!", exclaimed Jasmine.
"Yeah! As Ah was a-sayin', Ah don't know why, but every time he gets in there with me, by the time we get to where we're goin', he's ready to fuck a passenger-train o' gals! He says it's cause of some kind o'... woman smell or somethin' that Ah gives off..."
"Pheromones!", uttered Jasmine, "Yes, Deanna told me about that. You give off more pheromones than anybody at the factory, she said. Until you came, I was the alpha woman, as she called it, who gave off the most pheromones. It exerts a kind of subconscious, sexual or sensual control over men and women alike!..."
"Huh", Becky questioned, "Is that more o' them magickal words?"
"HAH HAH HAH!", laughed Jasmine loudly, "Yes Pigtails, more magick words!"
Becky then informed, "Well anyhow, Ah told him to fuck ya, if'n you want it..."
"WOW! Pigtails! Wow!", exclaimed Jasmine, "Now, you're coming around! And fuck! Yes, I do want!"

Already "prepped" for sex by only having a tank-top on, Jasmine stepped towards Forest, grabbed his wrist and pulled him over a bit to an area of soft grass which was loosing its green due to the season. Jasmine layed on her back and pulled Forest over her. She told him, "Fuck the hell out of me!"

Forest only noted quickly the surprise of being allowed on top. His erection was painfully hard. He wanted in a hole, any hole, and fast.

Needless to say, much humping, huffing, groaning and screeching issued forth from Jasmine and Forest as they "emptied" their libidos. Forest came to two orgasms with Jasmine enjoying three. Somewhat relieved, the embarrassment of being watched at last penetrated to Forest's consciousness. He may have been good for a third; when he pulled out of Jasmine, he still had a "rubbery" erection.

"Good gosh, that was nice!", huffed Jasmine, "WOOooo! Man!"

The ever alert Silver Mist had already brought tissues for Jasmine and Forest.
"Later, after he recovers, would you like a round with him?", asked Jasmine.
"Oh yes! That would feel ever so good!", Silver Mist replied sweetly, with a bright smile.

Sufficiently recovered from her orgasms, Jasmine strolled over to Becky who had Alex clinging to her and feeling her over. "Aw, that's so sweet!", commented Jasmine, "He's cuddling!"
"Yeah", Becky smiled, "They need lots o' love! He'll be ready to fuck ya in a while, if you can use more..."
"Can I use more!?", exclaimed Jasmine, "Whatever they can give, and you can spare, I can use it. And don't forget about Silver Mist..."...

And from the above, one can tell the trend of the day...
First thing, Jasmine brought Becky in her cabin, and then Jasmine, Becky and Silver Mist sat on a large, comfortable sofa. Forest and Alex sat on a well cushioned carpet, but more or less at the ladies' feet.

Silver Mist had to show Forest and Alex where things were located, but Forest and Alex were the ones that brought the ladies drinks, refreshments, and whatever else.

Silver Mist and Jasmine did the cooking for lunch, and later, supper, but Forest and Alex cleaned dishes.

Becky was somewhat protective of Forest, urging Jasmine not to use him for masturbation, but Alex filled that need. Three libidinous women soon drained Forest's and Alex's "reserves" to where they could be "up" for sex-service only sometimes. Powerful pheromones given off by Becky, Jasmine and Silver Mist (perhaps in that order of descending intensities) helped energize Forest's and Alex's ability to "serve", but those gals simply had too much libido.

To take care of their excess libido, Becky showed Jasmine and Silver Mist humping on Alex's lean hip for masturbation, and Silver Mist treated Jasmine and Becky with her abilities as a "fister".

Becky was hesitant about that at first, but Jasmine assured, "It's just like being fucked by a huge cock! It's nice! And your cave is bigger than mine. You won't have any problem eating her fist!"
"And I'll be very, very gentle", assured Silver Mist sweetly with that shining smile she has.
Becky thoroughly enjoyed it.

After a delightful day of hiking, lounging around, meals and much sex, it was evening, completely dark, and Jasmine prepared for what Becky came for. At around nine in the evening, a slightly less than full moon began rising. Meals, sex, chatting and napping had brought them to about three in the morning when the moon passed its zenith and now was beginning to set. According to Jasmine, conditions were just right...
"Tonight is excellent", Jasmine commented, while the guys slept, "The moon is in a waning cycle, and in addition to that, it is setting. This is all good for getting rid of something. For cleansing. For making something go away. And now, we will perform the ritual which will close all paths of entry through your body, Pigtails-Becky, for souls entering the physical plane. This is not an evil thing, simply, we are not ready. We wish to wait until well after 2012 before any of us even think about children".
"That's what Alex always says", commented Becky.
"He seems wise for a male", Jasmine observed. "With all the theories about 2012, having children at this time would just be unwise, in fact, foolish. Okay, let's begin..."

Becky and Jasmine were both buck naked. Silver Mist who acted as a "technician" of sorts and a "fetcher", dressed in an all black robe with hood. There were candles, oils with strange fragrances, plant-sprigs with pungent but pleasant smells, and this and that incantation and chant. A number of times, Becky felt herself go into light trances. After a little over two hours, it was complete.
"Now, we sleep", announced Jasmine. Becky giggled, commenting, "Sho nuff!"
"No really, Pigtails, that's part of it. We sleep, me with you so that we share energy. We sleep on that...", Jasmine pointed to a double bed squeezed cozily into a corner, "We sleep there together. Both of us will then enter the dream time, where the spell will then be fully established upon the etheric plane".
"Wow! Sleep with you! Okay!", Becky agreed cheerfully.
"No sex though, Pigtails", Jasmine ordered, grinning.
"Okayyyy", Becky purred, leaning on Jasmine and feeling her over just a bit.

Jasmine turned to Silver Mist and ordered, "You go out now, to the rest of the house, and sleep with Forest and Alex. Being males, they will probably experience erections upon awakening. Fuck with them, let them NOT disturb Becky and me until we naturally awake".
"Yes Mistress", Silver Mist sweetly replied, and with a big grin, it might be added.

Indeed, a couple hours later, the time was around seven-thirtyish or eight, Alex woke up with a pounding erection. He had been in the same double bed with Forest. But now, a lady was between them. He moaned from the ache of erection. Before he knew it, a naked Silver Mist was already atop him. Before he even fully awoke, Silver Mist humped on his morning erection until it blew, and she moaned delicately from her orgasm. Forest soon followed, and next to a contented, slumbering Alex, she "ate" him as well.

Another couple hours found them at nearly ten in the morning. Silver Mist had prepared breakfast for Forest and Alex and offered her body for after they washed dishes.

At last, Becky and Jasmine emerged, well rested and ready for a morning wake-up-hike.
Smiling, Jasmine asked Silver Mist who was now dressed in a long-sleeved sweater and nothing else, "Did you take care of them well?"
"Yes Mistress!", Silver Mist sweetly replied, "They were ever so nice!"
"HAH HAH HAH! I'll bet they were!", Laughing, Jasmine further asked, in a good-natured way, "Did you leave any for us? Or did you drain them both?"
A grinning Silver Mist replied, "Oh, they'll recharge... I fed them very well, including that... spice... you said to use..."
"HAH HAH! Okay!" Jasmine hugged Silver Mist. "You did good!"

Well that day, now a Sunday, was wound up with a lunch, after which Becky, Forest, and Alex returned home.

Indeed, after that, they quit the use of condoms. Becky never became pregnant. However, every waning moon, Jasmine recommended a brief "reinforcement spell" to keep the channels of incarnation through Becky's body blocked.

It is becoming evident, that Jasmine is quite rich. Her source of money from earlier years is gone, but she has tremendous savings in the form of gold, apparently buried in secret, scattered locations on her property. Alex's bracelets were made from melted gold which was then formed over a sturdy frame of stainless steel. The stainless steel "borders" are what Silver Mist arc-welded together to affix the bracelets.

The winter finally forced the gals into full-coverage clothing. The factory closed often due to snow or too cold weather. Complying with nature, rather than stubbornly forging ahead with "business as usual" despite the season, saved tremendous amounts of stress and allowed for a sort of "winter's sleep" for everyone, which adds to health and life-span.

As conditions were warming up in April, Jasmine presented a gift for Becky. Bracelets for both Forest and Alex, with Becky's sigil. Alex was overjoyed to be wearing the bracelets again, and this time with Becky's sigil. Forest was a bit reluctant at having permanently affixed bracelets, but Alex, not any of the ladies, talked him in to it.

And spring continued... April, May, and on... of 2012... Mere months from "The Date", December 21, 2012...


Hmmmmmm...


Well, that's just about it. Becky, Alex and Forest are settled into their new life. The ability to visit her parents by velomobile has been well established, and peace has fully been made.

We leave them at spring and spring-planting. Then, there will be the autumn harvest...which would be right on that all-important date's "front door-step", December 21, 2012.
At this point, we now disengage from events that transpired to them afterward.

Like nearing a blazing sun, December 21, 2012 discourages me from relating events too close to that date. With the plethora of theories running around concerning what will happen on that date, I am not venturing a guess. I am about as psychic as the average ham sandwich, and thus, consider myself unqualified to present a theory.

According to Gordon Michael Scallion's book, The Cosmos, on which this account appears to be based, the rough stuff is almost over, at least in the West Virginia area. There will be more world-wide tidal waves as the two new huge land masses complete their rising. Becky's parent's farm is perilously close to the sea, considering some of the tidal waves may be hundreds of feet high. Becky's parents would be well advised to possibly move, not just take a trip to the West Virginia area. They, along with Becky, Alex and Forest, would be safe in West Virginia.

Gordon Michael Scallion's book indicates the formation of these spiritual communities. His book indicates exciting energies around December 21, 2012 which might make everyone at least somewhat psychic. Secrets will no longer be possible.

And of course there is Gordon Michael Scallion's theory about the souls whose color resonance is less than blue having to incarnate elsewhere, which would leave only cooperating, peace-loving souls to incarnate on Earth. That will end all wars, and the chances of another attempt at a one-world government of slavery will be banished. He does indicate a one-world government, but a very light, libertarian like government which will be totally free.

So, who knows!?

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If you made it this far into this site past all those warnings, labeling, and that long boring introductory spiel, and, have read to here, then you must be interested in this stuff.

Let's talk; That is to say, I would like to hear from anyone who has their own thoughts or ideas about anything this or other stories here touch upon.

What do you think will happen around 2012? Do you know of any sites that seem to know what they are talking about when it comes to theorizing about 2012?

What do you think about Becky? You think she's a total slut, or really cool?
Do you like amazon (big, athletically endowed (muscular)) women?

What about Alex and Forest? Are they the way males should be? Or total pansies? Do you think males and females should be the same height and build?

Why should males be bigger than females? (Other than for stupid fighting)
If anyone should be bigger, it should be the woman. After all, she has to carry the fetus, which quite frankly, is like a huge parasite. Then she must bear childbirth. Then after all that, she must feed the infant from her own sources. And very often, they are left "holding the bag"; having to care for the baby or child and protect, all on their own. All the male has to do is the fun task of fertilization.
I feel there's something wrong with the whole Earth system from some reptiles, some birds, almost all mammals and on up, that makes the male bigger. Many metaphysicists who are aware of the greater Universe also feel so.
What do you think?
If you are a woman reading this, especially, what do you think?

What do you think of the way that Becky just about took over those two guys, but yet, she appears gentle?

The above is the kind of engaging thought and conversation that I would relish getting from an email.
Stupid idiot crap like "this site sucks" just pisses me off, and is libel to get one reported to their ISP. Brain-dead dribble like "You must have such and such blah blah blah psychosis, or some such hooha, just runs me off and will earn an email a one-way express ticket to the trash bin. The contemplation of sending me any email like that is a waste of time here; so, stick it up the ass and get out.

So just be a regular person and if you have your own thoughts or ideas, let me hear about them.

Here is what maybe is a cool idea: Save this story-file and the two previous ones using the "Save As" under "File" on the Internet Explorer, Fire Fox or Netscape Browsers, to a file and directory you will remember. Then, using an editor, rewrite the story to the way you would like to see it go. Change Becky around. Change Alex and Forest. Change their personalities a bit. Change what happens. Change... whatever.

For that matter, just write your own story from scratch.

Submit to me by email. And remember, I will be using virus protection software. And I swear, if anyone tries to email me a virus, I'll be really pissed and might try some way to get revenge. I hate that kind of nonsense. So, let's just have fun, okay?

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