by Gray Miller
Into this spectrum of feeling he took Sally, and could feel her trepidation at the magnitude of the feeling between them. Physically he lifted her, pushing her astride him, letting his cock gently rest against her slit, the pale color of the condom hiding the thin strip of pubic hair that led into her vulva. Her breasts pressed against him, and he wrapped his arms around her, letting her feel the way the love for Bec was the source of the deep affection that was forming for her. He took her again into that powerful place, showing her the wonder of the woman he had married, and showing his wife the deep bond that had formed between Sally and himself, a reflection of her own submission to Jake.
Sally was crying now, openly, the joy of the moment carrying her away, but her body had not forgotten the lust in the heavy air that surrounded them, and her hips began pressing into his cock, unconsciously matching Jake’s rhythm as he pushed into Bec, her hands now a blur of motion around her clit. Brian was able to send out a brief suggestion, and with a chuckle Jake reached down and put a slowly increasing pressure on Bec’s right nipple, pinching it harder and harder. She began to cry out, her mouth in a wide “Oh!” as she felt the energy of her orgasm build within her.
Sally’s rhythm slowed as she also felt the building explosion, and she ground harder, stroking the cock more firmly up and down the length of her vulva, her own cries a coarse and rough scream growing louder with every thrust. She suddenly froze, shuddering, in mid-stroke, and Brian grabbed her bound arms and pulled her tight as she screamed out in release.
The scream travelled across the connection and was echoed in Jake’s harsh roar as he thrust harder and faster, Bec screaming “Yes! Fuck me!” over and over as her hands flew over her clitoris, her back arching up into his hands which were pinching both nipples now. With a final growling roar and triumphant scream they came together, the feelings echoing and reinforcing the glowing pleasure Sally had launched.
Brian growled on his own, half mad with arousal, and turned Sally around, using the rope harness to lower her to the floor, his hands grasping her hips as he slid ito her with a quick thrust that threw her head up in a shout of pleasure and shock at the depth. He first used his hands to pull her ass back into him, driving his cock hard into her, but soon she was pushing back into him, her back arching as she screamed “Yes!” again and again.
As Brian felt the orgasm begin deep at the base of his cock, he reached out, through the connection, letting his awareness flow along it, to share the feeling of their connection as the tingling burn grew, passing through his thighs and up his center until he felt the energy explode through the top of his head, his back arching, all of the energy between Sally and himself casting his consciousness out into the lines of force their love had created.
As a result, he saw the whole thing.
The Wrinkled Man frowned now nearly all the time.
His displeasure was affecting his sources, using them up almost daily now. His skin was dry and mottled with the scabs of the pieces he’d torn off in annoyed contemplation of the Troublemaker.
The failure of his Tools and the loss of his Mauls had forced him to reconsider the entire matter. He had worked hard to organize the culture to support his own physical nature, twisting the spirituality and sexuality of an entire civilization to meet his own needs. There was not a chance that this minor setback would actually threaten him.
At the same time, he had survived this long through constant and complete attention to detail. He had never let an adversary go unpunished, unchecked, and killed men, women, and ideas with the same casual air that he would have swatted a fly, had one been able to get into the featureless white room where he sat.
This twisted Troublemaker, though, didn’t fit into the picture he’d assembled of The Way Things Were. And worse, he suspected that there was far more than simply the one troublemaker behind this. He suspected that perhaps his strong infrastructure that fed him might be infested with tiny parasites, that had been crawling around behind the scenes while he was too busy to notice.
First there was this “nawashi” to deal with. Unusual in this particular area, the Wrinkled Man thought, usually they are concentrated on the coasts… and that is when he remembered. The coast.
The wife was on the coast.
Suddenly the Wrinkled Man was smiling again.
Sally lay on the floor, weeping. Brian held her, his head bowed, stroking her hair. It took Sullivan a moment to realize that she was not weeping from joy, but in deep, wracking sobs of anguish. “Wait—what happened?” He looked questioning at Vashte, who was equally puzzled, and then back to Brian. “From where we were, that looked beautiful. Fuckin’ hot, both you two and the couple visiting from the coast.”
Brian looked up at his friend. His eyes were not sad; there were no tears. But there was a hard determination in them that had been hidden before.
“It was beautiful, Sullivan. The connection was there. That’s how I know.” He looked down again at Sally, and gave her a soft kiss on her head. “Remember how I said it didn’t seem like enough?”
Sullivan nodded.
“It wasn’t, Sullivan. They have her.”
“The bastards have taken my wife.”
FINIS
Preview of the sequel to Nawashi: Jujun
The music started, a driving anime techno-pop from Japan, with overdriven guitars riding a popping beat laid on thumping bass arpeggios. Brian let the beat carry him up the stairs to the stage, twirling and spinning the clubs through his fingers as he danced along the perimeter of the stage, getting close to the audience, making eye contact with a mischievous grin. Some familiar faces were there—Sullivan was front row, of course, his arms around Alan on once side and some woman Brian didn’t recognize on the other. He caught sight of Vashte up in the second level seating, her teeth flashing whitely somewhere between a predatory gleam and a merry grin.
Brian got them interested, catching their eyes, then centered both physically and mentally on the stage, and started juggling. As the mylar-covered pins began to travel through the air, he got the soft murmuring “ooooh… ” wash up onto the stage from the crowd, and a couple of people clapped. He did a couple of double-spin throws, the pins whirling up into the reddish lights, and as they came down he suddenly swooped one up and caught it tight between his thighs. The handle jutted out like a phallus and the cheers from the audience grew more raucous. He approached the mic in a lewd waddle, letting the handle waggle back and forth as though sniffing out the crowd. The laughter subsided into occasional giggles as he moved his lips closer to the stand.
“Ladies and Gentlemen. I have to tell you how excited I am to be here this evening!” He gave the club between his legs an extra little thrust to emphasize the point, and the giggles got louder. Sullivan hooted loudly, pumping a fist in the air.
“Yes, that’s right, I… I… ” A look of concern crossed Brian’s face, wiping away the trickster’s grin. He let his head fall, shoulders slumping, and loosened his thighs so the club fell to the floor, rolling away. He made no move to retrieve it, and let the silence grow until he could hear the hiss of the speakers.
He let it grow uncomfortable for the audience, feeling their confusion and worry grow, and just before they would have started murmuring, he lifted his head.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m really, really sorry, folks, but I just can’t do it. I had this whole raunchy juggling act set up, lots of jokes about the size of my clubs and weight of my balls… but I just can’t do it.”
He let his gaze travel over the crowd. “I’ve had—and I’m sure you’ll agree with me—a pretty amazingly crappy week.” A few nervous claps rang out, but the crowd was still uneasy from his sudden seriousness.
“I mean, I look around at what’s going on, and I find myself amazed at the union of opposites achieved by our leerless feeder and his administration. Peace through war. Fighting a deficit by cutting taxes. Sex education by enforced ignorance. Supporting our troops by cutting vet benefits.�
� He shook his head. “It really makes no sense, y’know?”
“But I have found a way. I have found my own path that unites the opposites, and I’m here tonight, brothers and sisters,” his voice took on a deeper, more rounded tone, approaching the evangelical. “I’m here tonight to share that way with you. You, my brother,” he pointed suddenly at Sullivan, who stuck out his tongue, “and you, my sister” he pointed at Sally, who lifted her eyebrows and sucked harder on the lollipop in her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she pumped the stick in and out lewdly, “can also find your way on this path. It is the path of… ”
“Deliverance. Thru. Bondage.” There was another nervous chuckle from the crowd. “And like so many of our esteemed President’s cabinet, I am going to borrow from the traditional values of the states in the southern portion of our country, and start you out on this path with the phrase… ” His voice lowered, and he moved his lips until they were almost touching the microphone.
“Get a rope.”
to be continued
