The Ecstasy of Tral-Gothica

by Victor Hadnot

  THE WITCH’S WAY

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

  The days that went by were fairly uneventful. That was actually very good, because Stella needed time for her asshole to gain it’s composure. Aunt Jenny noticed that her niece was walking kind of funny, but decided not to inquire seeing that Stella never said anything about it and Fifi never mentioned anything unusual. Finally, Jenny took Stella to one of the closed meetings. The Take Charge Movement, which was what they were calling it in the city, had to meet in secret. While it was a democratic society on paper, Tral-Gothica had Global laws against certain acts of insurrection, and at any time, demonstrating in large numbers could be twisted in meaning that the crowd was trying to overthrow the government. Nothing could have been further from the truth, Jenny assured Stella. And they went. The place was located in the back alley’s of the city. They all kept secret where the meeting would be, by letting members know at the very last moment. Thus, severely cutting down on the amount of time the feds had to organize and attack them. It was late at night when they all got together. Different groups of people had different tasks to perform. All the while, there was a center theme and guest speakers, talking to them while they all worked. Stella was assigned to the communications group. It was their job to get the word out to the other members and to generate excitement about what The Take Charge Movement was all about. They were constantly getting new members and sadly, they were also losing members. This was the subject at the meeting and keynote speakers talked about it. John was one of the speakers and also the team leader for communications, in that particular group. After he gave his speech he joined Stella and the group he was in charge of.

  “Do you really think that the people that are going missing are being taken by the government?” Stella questioned.

  John was a short man, friendly looking and strong manly featured. He spoke, “Yeah. In fact, we do have some evidence to suggest that. But, it is very hard to prove it. If the feds want you gone, then, they have all sorts of ways to do that.”

  “Then we are all subject to the same treatment?”

  “I don’t know about that, Stella. So far, the people that have gone missing have been kind of high up. You know, the ones that plan and make strategies.”

  “Do you think some of them will talk?”

  John took a seat next to her and helped her with her project. “I sure hope not. But, the government uses torture. So, anything is possible.”

  “Oh my goodness. Are you serious?”

  “I’m afraid it is true. You see, our protest organization seek to threaten the super-corps. They see us as interrupting their business model. They get richer and gain even more influence and control. What do you think about our government that is run solely by big business?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Fascism. The people no longer have a say in how their lives are run. Corporations tell the politicians what to do and what to say and what to vote on and how to vote. The illusion of democracy is just that, an illusion.”

  “John. We all have a right and a duty to vote. In fact, it is mandatory. Once every ten years we all get to vote on everything.”

  John laughed slightly. “Stella, if it is mandatory that everyone vote, against the law not to vote, then, it is not freedom!”

  “I don’t understand? If we all can vote, then we are free...”

  “No you are not! If you vote and nothing changes after you vote, then it is an exercise in futility! The super-corps are just using the deeply ingrained notion that voting equals freedom and democracy. Maybe centuries ago, it did, when each person’s vote mattered. But the big business’ figured out a way to give the masses the illusion of freedom, all the while, controlling those things that really matter.”

  “I just can’t understand you.”

  “Okay, voting here on Tral-Gothica, is like getting to pick the curtains, while having someone else tell you where you have to live.” John looked at her for a long moment.

  “We have freedom to pick and choose, but, not the things that matter!”

  John smiled. “Now you get it. Jenny said that her niece was smart. Glad to have you onboard, Stella.”

  After working on her project for awhile, Stella found Jenny. “This is exciting, Aunt Jenny.”

  Jenny smiled, “You just wait until we all join the other groups and we take to the streets in peaceful protest.”

  “But, aren’t you afraid of the police and the government, destroying the protest?” Stella said.

  “You have to be brave, Stella. If you believe in the things that we stand for. True freedom. One vote, one person, not the electoral facade that the super-corps’ use in order to insure who gets elected.”

  “Why do they use that?”

  “Because there are more middle class and poor people, than there are rich. Yet, in order for the rich to hang onto power, they have to have a system of government, that favors the rich and the wealthy. So, no matter how you vote, at the end of the day, the super-corps can twist and distort the results to favor whomever they want.” Jenny explained to her niece.

  “Then we don’t have a true democracy.”

  “Oh, we have a democracy alright. It just doesn’t have any effect. We can vote and pick and campaign all we want. At the end of the day, the super-corps will make the final decisions for all of our lives.”

  “Then we will just tell everybody what is really going on.” Stella blurted out naively.

  “My dear girl, you try and take these people on by yourself, and, well, you end up missing!”

  “That is not the society that we learn about in school.”

  Jenny nodded. “No. It isn’t. They feed us a bunch of bullshit, tell us that we are free, all the while, they are the ones who are really free. The super-corps. When people went out to colonize the planets in different stars systems, they traded their freedom.”

  Just then, John came running to them, a serious expression on his face. “We gotta go now!”

  Jenny reacted. “Why? What is wrong?”

  “It is a raid! Someone has set us up. The police and the feds know where we are and they are going to be attacking our spot in a minute now!” John took Jenny by the hand and started to guide her away. Stella followed.

  Then, unexpectedly, Jenny broke away. “Go on ahead. I’ll catch up with you! I forgot some vital data. We can’t let the feds get hold of it!”

  Stella yelled. “Aunt Jenny!”

  But, John grabbed Stella’s hand and pulled here on. People were running and grabbing whatever they could. Then, as warned, the police and feds burst into the building. There were all sorts of police robots, grabbing people and doing all sorts of damage. John and Stella and a few other people all managed to evade the police robots. Once they were a distance away, they all stopped and looked back. The building was actually on fire and they could tell that some of their friends, were being beaten and some killed even. The small group of survivors, hid, watching in horror, as they could hear screams for help and cries for mercy, all of which went unheaded. The super-corps used police robots without, the clear presence of human supervision, that way, if word got out, they could say that it was some kind of malfunction, of the police robots. But, as Stella and John watched in horror, they all knew, that the super-corps were behind this. They held all the power players on the chessboard, the regular people, they were the pawns. Then Stella yelled, “Aunt Jenny!”

  Days went by with Stella and John and the others hold out in some poor area, in the underside part of the city. They’d get word every once in a while as to the fate of some of the others, but there was nothing about Stella’s aunt. One day Stella stood at an open window in a rundown abandoned factory that they were hold out in. She’d been expressing her sadness for the whole week. John came over to her and started to comfort her. He stood in back of her and began to rub her shoulders. Stella reacted passively to his gestures. He then began to slowly kiss the back
of her neck and she began to relax and she moaned. This was just what Stella needed, a distraction from her worrying. John then began to massage the small of her back and moved on down to her butt. Her nice juicy buttocks that stuck out so profoundly. Stella was a very voluptuous woman, with curves to die for. She tossed her orange-red long hair as she felt his hands do magic on her hot ass. He then slowly began to feel her up in her crotch. She slowly slipped out of her shirt and shimmed out of her tight fitting pants. He took the cue and undressed as well. Then she returned to her original position, looking out the window. John went down and began to kiss and lick Stella’s buttock. Oh yes! She thought as she felt his amazingly long tongue find certain secret places on her butt and inside of the back of her crotch. That’s it lover, right there. Her mind began to wander. John opened up her sizable butt cheeks and exposed her juicy asshole. He began to lick her asshole as his tongue raced about the hole giving Stella pleasure. This made her stick out her butt all the more so that he could have full access to her wanton asshole, which quivered with every lick of John’s skilled tongue. He cracked open her two butt cheeks as wide as he could as he licked and slurped her asshole. She tensed up for just a moment and let out a cute little fart which told John that she was ready. He moved up and kissed her bare back, moving her hair out of the way. Then she felt his stiff pleasure as it entered her hungry asshole. Oh, yes! Yes! She thought as his dick slowly and skillfully entered inside of her ass. Her butt wiggled just a bit, so that his cock could have help entering her body. She grabbed hold of part of his dick, and encouraged it to go further inside her warm butt hole. Then, she braced herself, holding the window seals, then John’s cock found encouragement from her, and he slipped it all inside, letting his balls slap against her cunt.

  “Just fuck me, sweetheart!” Stella told him.

  And with that John had the full go ahead to make it happen. He grabbed hold of Stella’s small waist and began to move in and out, taking her asshole and teaching it what it should know. Stella moaned because of the wonderful pleasure John’s dick was giving her. He began to rock and roll his cock inside of her asshole and then he began to bang her butt really good. With each stroke she felt his love gun harden inside of her wanton ass cave. It was sheer pleasure as John’s stiffness found her secrets and her asshole responded with his reward. John skillfully moved his dick to all the right places, pounding her big juicy butt with every stroke. Nailing her tight ass with his pleasure tool. Stella wiggled with every stroke, responding to his profound dick, as it began to violently take control of her asshole. That’s it, teach this filthy bitch’s asshole a lesson! Stella thought, as she moaned with every slap and bump and grind. She held her head down and closed her eyes as he totally commanded her love hole, fucking the shit out of her ass. That’s it, right there, fuck it! Stella thought to herself, as John seemed to instinctively find every spot within her love cave and let her have it. His hot balls flapping up against her pussy, spanking her twat, and showing her who was in command. Her breathing began to mixed with pleasure and ecstasy. Time seemed to just melt away and there was only the ass teaching that this man was bringing to her. John’s cock pounded Stella’s butt hole, educating her ass as to how it should be. Oh, yes, right then, right there! Stella’s mind raced with the pleasure that John’s cock gave her. His dick moved one way, then it moved another. Her butt hole begged for more from the master of her asshole. Teach me the ways! Stella’s mind seemed to just turn off. All she could feel and all she could think about was how this man was controlling her wanton asshole. Oh, it was so juicy, John’s delicious cock, as he worked it’s magic and controlled Stella’s every desire. She pushed out her butt even more as her back arched under and he had a perfect grip, as to jump fuck her butt hole. And he did! His weight slammed against her butt cheeks, making a loud slapping noise as each thrust told the story, of pleasure and fulfillment. Oh, you have it, baby! Stella’s mind gave in.

  “Take my asshole, John!” Stella finally yelled, short of breath.

  John shifted just a bit, as to angle his dick ever so much. That one little shift, sent ripples of pleasure racing through Stella’s body, as she received and accepted his pleasure, that he so willfully gave to her. With each stroke, his pelvis spanked her hind-side. Oh, teach me, darling! Stella thought to herself. John, as if he could read her mind, did exactly that. He began to re-educate her wanton asshole, teaching it who was boss and how it was going to be, with each stroke, claiming the command. He pulled is dick out of her asshole, and she began to moan.

  “No, babe, stick it back in!”

  And back in it went. But, this time, with a force and a vengeance that left Stella weak in the knees. His weight fully distributed on her hindquarters, he super fucked her butt hole. This time, the strokes came at an amazing pace. One bang, forced her to cry out loud with pleasure. Another bang, made her moan with total satisfaction. Still another and another, they were coming so quickly that she could hardly keep her legs underneath of her. John then moved about, from one spot to another, aiming his love rod in just the right way as to bring out sensations that Stella hadn’t experienced before. Oh, you found it! Stella thought with pleasure racing about her mind. John’s sizable balls broke new records, as they banged against her cunt. Her cunt which was wet and dripping with pussy juice. Her pussy wanted some of that action, but she wanted John, to stay right where he was. She was in need of the sensations that John was giving her. He dicked her butt so good. It was like his cock was talking to her wanton asshole and they were telling each other what they both needed and wanted. She felt her ass muscles as they groped and took hold of John’s dick. She had such beautiful control of her butt hole, she could play catch and grab with John’s beautiful cock, as he entered her warm darkness that gave him pleasure as well. But, Stella shifted and wiggled just a little more, and that slight movement, increased the pleasure that they both we feeling, as he rode her butt like there was in a race to the finish line. Oh, but Stella did not want John reaching the finish line just yet. There were more regions of her internal asshole in which to explore. She rested her head on her shoulder and slightly opened her eyes, everything was blurry. She could feel all the heat and pleasure racing from her ass. This man was totally committed to make her naughty asshole his, and at that moment, she was willing to allow it. Her butt hole twisted and grabbed, as his cock flew inside her tunnel of love. She grabbed his dick with her ass muscles, as he pulled it back, only to repeat the motion again. She could feel the pleasure that his cock was giving her. John wanted Stella’s naughty butt hole to know who was inside of it and that this man, was not afraid to command respect. Stella’s asshole tried to resist his powerful thrusts, as he opened her butt hole up with every stroke. Her back arched down now even more, make her butt stick up and out as they began the final sexual ass dance. John sensed her willingness to let it all go and he just rocked her asshole with every slam and bump. Her ass banging was so profound that the noise of the slapping of the hot wet flesh made echoes in the empty area. It was just her and him and the cool air, drifting in through the open window. Then his cock found a new spot, just above her pussy, and it fucked her asshole even more. In and out and round and sideways, John’s dick commanded new respect out of Stella’s naught butt hole. Stella used one hand as she grabbed his body, as if to tell him, now! Now was the time for them to both drive it on home. With every strike her butt matched his rhythm. Finally both of them were rocking and rolling, her asshole wiggling about as his cock chased and found her hole each and every time. John moved about and anchored his legs, now with mighty thrusts, he challenged her asshole to take it. But, Stella wasn’t having any of that. Her butt hole opened wide and grabbed his dick. He cringed with pleasure. Then she began to bump his dick with her ample butt cheeks, she had been waiting for this moment. John’s cock was now swelling from the pleasure that Stella’s asshole gave him. She tightened down on his cock with her trained ass muscles. Now she had him. Oh, there you are! Stella thought. John tried t
o evade, but Stella’s butt hole knew what to do. She began to wiggle and hop her ass about, Trying a strangle hold on John’s dick. She squeezed his dick so hard with her butt as she left out a moan of ecstasy. While John’s cock was teaching her butt hole respect, it was her turn, to teach his dick, humbleness. She held tight on the window seal and let out a loud yell of sheer pleasure. As they both started down the home stretch. John banged her butt so hard that his balls seemed to flap and slap her cunt with each and every shift in weight. Then he nearly climbed on her, humping her butt hole so proudly. She had to nearly support his weight and hers. John humped her asshole so proudly and with such authority. Yes, darling. You own this bitch now! Stella thought, as she steaded herself, feeling this man inside of her, she knew that the end was coming. And it was, as John wrapped his arms around Stella’s waist and placed her his on her back. Now came the final rapid fire strokes that happened before an explosive cum. He finally let out a gut filled groan and she could feel his stuff explode inside of her wanton asshole. Her butt hole began to drink up each and every bit of cum that gushed from John’s cock. She tightened down on his dick with her strong ass muscles. She felt his kiss on her back. Then she released him, and allowed him to pull out, grabbing just once more to let him know, who was boss.