The Hiving Nanites
You don’t have to get that far off the beaten path to be off the beaten path. That was the whole thought behind the trip that the three women were taking. This was fun. This was an adventure. This was cool.
“You know, I heard about this place,” Lindsey Quinlan told her friends.
“What sort of a place?” asked her raven-haired friend, Anna Vasquez. She was riding shotgun as her friend whisked the three of them down the road in her convertible.
“It’s a spooky place,” Lindsey said. “It’s the sort of place where women have disappeared.”
Joanie raised her head from the back seat where she’d been reclining. “And you think this would interest why?” she asked.
“What’s this I hear?” Linsey asked. “Is this actually fear I hear?”
As expected and as designed, that comment drew snorts of disgust from her two friends as well it should have. After all, Anna Vasquez had grown up on a ranch and was a experienced cowhand while Joanie Jeffries was a stunt woman of some note and as tough as her friends were, Lindsey Quinlan was a bounty hunter and was every bit as tough as her two friends.
“I’m not afraid of nothing,” Anna said.
“Me neither,” her friend said. “I’m not afraid of nothing.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Lindy said. “For a second there, you two had me worried so what do you say? You guys want to go?”
“Go?” Anna asked. “Go where?”
“To where I told you about. To this place where women have disappeared. We can investigate the heck out of the place and knock over a few ant hills. Do you want to go or are you scared?”
“I’m not scared of nothing,” Joanie said.
“Me neither,” Anna agreed, “but I still say you’re hiding something.”
“Well of course I am,” Lindsey agreed, “but come on. Isn’t that part of the fun? Don’t you guys want to know what it is I’ve got up my sleeve?”
Anna and Joanie looked at one another and they could both see it in the other’s eyes. They might not know just what it was that Lindsey had up her sleeve but there was no way either one of them was going to back down now. “All right,” Anna said. “You win. Let’s go see this place that you’re talking about.”
“Cool,” Lindsey gushed. “This is going to be fun.”
The town that Lindsey led her friends to was a quiet place called Beaverville. It was the sort of town where the only street of any consequence was the same one that took you into and out of the place and there were wooded hills that rose up on either side of the town. There was a motel and a cafe and a small public store and not much else. The townsfolk they saw, what few of them there were, seemed to watch their car as it drove into town.
“What is this place?” Anna asked.
“It’s called Beaverville.”
“Okay so?”
“So you see any women when we came into town here?”
Anna and Joanie thought it over and then both shook their heads. No, they hadn’t seen any women, they both said.
“And you aren’t going to see any women here cause like I said, women disappear around here.”
“What do you mean women disappear?”
“I mean exactly that. I mean women disappear. Sometime after they turn eighteen, they just disappear.”
“Maybe they just left town,” Joanie said. “The place looks boring as fuck. You couldn’t keep me here for anything.”
“They didn’t leave town.”
“How do you know?”
“Think about it. Some of them, maybe, but all of them? No way but that’s what you’re going to find around here. There aren’t any women here.”
“So what do the cops say about it?”
“They don’t say anything because no one’s ever called them in to investigate. A girl just disappears and everyone just seems to accept it like its the most natural thing in the world for a girl to go missing. Weird, huh?”
“I’ll say,” Joanie agreed.
“Yeah, it’s creepy,” Anna agreed.
“But it’s probably a good place to get laid,” Joanie said with a grin. “All these men and nary a pussy in sight. Must get kind of lonely for them if you know what I mean.”
“I wouldn’t bet on that,” Lindsey said.
“You wouldn’t bet on what?”
“I wouldn’t bet on the guys being horny. From what I hear, it’s like yeah, the women are gone, but it’s not like they’re out there looking for a woman to fuck.”
“Why not?”
Lindsey shrugged. “I don’t know. They’re just not,” she said.
“Men who don’t want to fuck,” Joanie said with disgust. “Now I find that hard to believe but if it’s true, it seems like one helluva waste if you ask me.”
“I’m just telling you what I know.”
“It still seems like a waste to me.”
The three of them had gotten a room at the only motel in town. “We don’t get many visitors here,” the kid behind the counter said even as he handed over the room keys.
“You don’t,” Joanie prodded the kid.
“Nope. We sure don’t. Oh sure. Every once in a while, someone comes by but usually, they gots a reason to be here, like they’re visiting someone, you know. We don’t get many visitors here who just show up, you know?”
The three women nodded.
“Of course, it’s not like there’s any reason why a person should come here so I guess there’s a reason for it.”
“Is it hard?” Anna asked.
“Hard?”
“Not having anyone new to talk to?”
“It can be but you get used to it.”
The three women had all shared the same room but then that was hardly a big deal. It wasn’t like they hadn’t shared a room or even a bed together so why the hell not.
It was dark but suddenly, Joanie was awake. She laid there in her bed for a moment but it was only for a moment and then she was sitting up and then rather stiffly, she got to her feet and she went to where shed laid out her clothes from the day before. She pulled on the light white shirt. She pulled on the short khaki shorts. She pulled oh her socks and her shoes and without ever bothering to look at her friends, she went to the door of the hotel room they were sharing and she let herself out.
She walked.
If she’d thought about it, she would have thought it odd that she had no idea where the heck she was going but the fact of the matter was she didn’t think about it because she didn’t need to think about it. She just walked.
She wasn’t even sure how long it had been that she’d been walking when she finally came to a stop. There was a man there. She wasn’t sure if she knew him or not. If she’d thought about it, she might have realized that she might have met him. She might have looked at him to see if she recognized him for there was a moon out that night. She might even have listened to the sound of his voice when he spoke to see if she recognized that.
But she did none of those things.
“Ah, another recruit,” the man said. “Follow me.”
Joanna followed.
It wasn’t long before the man had come to the mouth of a cave and there he stopped. “You are about to see the golden monkey,” he said, “but before you do, you must be prepared.”
Joanna nodded. Prepared. She must be prepared.
The man stripped her of her top, he pulled down her shorts and then her panties. He removed her shoes and her socks from her unresisting body and then finally, he took the shorts and the panties the rest of the way off.
“Now you are prepared.”
She was prepared.
“Go.”
Joanie went.
She might have questioned just where exactly it was she was going or how she knew which turns we’re the right ones to take. She might have done these things if she’d been of a mind to have these sorts of questions but the truth was she wasnt of such a mind. She just went and she didn’t question the fact that she knew exactly where to go.
It wasn’t long before she came to a chamber and in the chamber was the head of a golden monkey that stood twenty feet high.
It shouldn’t have been possible that she could look into the eyes of the giant monkey and yet as she stood there, she had the feeling that she was or more to the point, that the monkey was looking down at her.
“You are an outsider,” she thought she heard someone say.
She would have looked around her if she could have torn her eyes away from the monkey’s eyes to do it but she couldn’t.
“You are an outsider,” she heard again and this time, she could hear a little bit more of the voice itself. It was a deep, rumbling voice that spoke of power even spoken softly.
“Yes,” she said to no one in particular.
“Good. We need fresh blood to invigorate the hive.”
To invigorate the what?
“But first, you must be indoctrinated.”
Indoctrination was supposed to be bad, Joanie wanted to say and yet as she stood there, she couldn’t help but feel a rush go through her at the words she was hearing in her mind.
“Yes, indoctrinated,” she heard the voice say. “Remember, I see. You do.”
Yes, Joanie thought. She would do. She would do whatever she was told to do.
The townsfolk of Beaverville didn’t seem all that interested in having a bunch of outsiders meddling around in their affairs. The men were pretty much ambivalent and the few women they’d met seemed almost scared to talk.
By the end of the day, the three women had settled into their hotel room. “A complete waste of time,” Joanie was telling her friends.
“What is?” asked Lindsey.
“Coming here. I ever told you guys about Darkview.”
“Oh God,” Anna groaned. “Here we go again,” and with that, she turned to look out of the winow.
“What?”
“You’re always bringing up Darkview,” Lindsey said.
“Not always.”
“No not always but a lot of he time.”
“Hey, look,” Anna said.
“Look at what,” Joanie said irritably.
“There’s this girl and there are these guys. I think they’re going to fuck her.”
“You know I never really thought of you as a voyeur before,” Joanie said.
“I’m not a voyeur and besides, I’m not sure she’s totally down with the program.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I think maybe they’re trying to force her to have sex.”
That was enough to get the attention of both Joanie and Lindsey. Both women rushed over to where Anna was standing and both women looked at the girl in the parking lot. Anna was right, Joanie realized. The girl was a cheerleader and she was sitting on the back of the tail gate of a pickup truck while it looked like four guys arrayed around her and while it wasn’t quite clear if the girl wanted to be where she was, what was clear was that the men were being rather insistent with her.
“Oh my God,” Anna said. “Would you look at her. Oh my God. You can tell she wants it. She wants it so bad.”
Joanie turned and looked at her friend. What the hell? But then one look was all it took to see that their friend was really getting off on this.
“Oh my God. Would you look at her.”
Anna was pressed up against the window with her palms on the glass and her butt twitching seductively as she got more and more into what she was seeing.
“Oh yeah. Good girl,” she said. “She’s getting with the program now.”
Joanie wanted to turn and look and see for herself but she couldn’t take her eyes off of her friend. There was just something about it, something about the way she seemed absolutely enthralled by what she was seeing that made it impossible for her to look away.
“Oh yeah,” Anna moaned. “She’s got her top off now. That’s it, Honey. Let the boys see the goods. You know you want to.”
Joanie couldn’t help but think that the same might have been said of her friend, what with her own top off. If anyone had happened to look her way, they would have gotten a pretty good show themselves.
“There you go,” Anna said as if she were speaking to the girl. “Oh yeah. One of them’s got his hand on her arm and another one’s got his cock out. Oh yeah. Would you look at that? Would you look at the way she likes that cock.”
She couldn’t look at it, Joanie realized. She was too busy watching her friend.
“Oh yeah. Now another one’s got his cock out and another one. Oh yeah. Good girl. That’s it. Stroke those cocks. Show ’em how much you want them.”
Joanie wasn’t sure about the girl but there was just something about the way her friend was acting, something subtle and something not so subtle, but there was just something that made it clear that Anna loved what she was seeing.
“Oh yeah. That’s it, Honey,” her friend said as if the girl could hear her. “That’s it. Suck that cock.”
Joanie had the feeling that if she could, her friend would have been right out there with the other girl or maybe not with her but maybe she would have been there instead of her.
“That’s it, Honey. Suck those cocks. Show those boys what a pussy is good for.”
Joanie watched her friends butt twitch.
“Oh yeah. Would you look at that. They got her bent over the back of the truck’s tailgate. Oh yeah. That’s it. Fuck that girl.”
Joanie had little doubt that the men were doing exactly that.
“Oh yeah. That’s it. Make her cum. Make her cum. Oh fuck each. Make her cum.”
If her friend’s reaction was any rot of indication, Joanie had the feel that the men were doing exactly that.
Anna was gone the next day.
It wasn’t immediately obvious to the other two women that their friend was gone. She simply wasn’t there when the two of them woke up but while that was hardly the norm, there were so many more other explanations that it hardly registered on them that their friend was gone and even as the morning wore on, they still wondered where Anna was but they didn’t really think she was gone.
Lindsey and Joanie ate breakfast at a local diner and then they went back to their room to wait but still their friend didn’t return.
“I’m getting worried,” Joanie said finally.
“Yeah, me too,” her friend agreed. “She was acting funny last night.”
“Yeah, she certainly was. The weird thing was I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.”
“You, too?” a startled Lindsey asked.
“What do you mean me too?”
“It was like that with me, too,” Lindsey said. “I couldn’t take my eyes off of her either. It was weird.”
“You know, I think we should tell someone.”
“What? You mean like the cops?”
“Yeah. I mean like the cops. This isn’t like Anna to go running off like this.”
“No, it’s not. I mean I know she likes her independence, but she’d at least tell you what she was doing even if she didn’t tell you where she was going.”
“I agree. So we’re agreed then?”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
It wasn’t long before the two women were entering into a small police station. The officer behind the counter looked bored. “Can I help you ladies with something?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Joanie said. “We’d like to report a missing person.”
“Yeah? How long’s she been missing.”
“We’re not quite sure really. She was with us last night—”
“You realize that you have to wait twenty-four hours before you report a missing person, right?”
“Yeah, but she was acting strangely.”
“Acting strangely? Strangely how?”
The two women looked at one another and each knew what the other was thinking. Did they really want to say what their friend had been doing just the night before? “She was, um, she was watching things,” Joanna said lamely.
“Watching things? What kind of things? Was she on drugs?”
“No, no. Nothing like that.”
“What then?”
How could they say it, Joanie wondered. How could they say what their friend had been looking at without letting the officer on to the fact that their friend had been getting off on watching a bunch of guys fuck some cheerleader slut in the parking lot.
“Well?”
There wasn’t a good way to say it, Joanie realized, but she had to get the police on the case. Still, that didn’t mean she liked doing what she was about to do. “She was watching some guys fuck this girl in the parking lot outside our motel room.”
“That’s hardly a crime unless the girl was underage. Was she underage?”
“No, I don’t think she was underage.”
“Well, I’m not sure I know what we could do then.”
The two women looked at one another and it was clear that neither one was sure how much farther each wanted to push this. Heck, it was always possible that their friend really had gone off on her own and if she did, did they really want to get her in trouble if she had. “I, um, I think well keep looking for her on our own then.”
“I wish you ladies luck then.”
“What are we going to do,” Lindsey asked when the two of them stepped out of the police station.
“You heard what I said,” Joanie said. “We keep looking on our own.”
“We keep looking where?”
“Let’s go back to the motel room”
“And do what?”
“I don’t know. I’m just playing this by ear but we’ve got to do something.”
“I’d certainly agree with that.”
What ever had happened to their friend, she hadn’t put up a fight or if she had, there hadn’t been any evidence of it. Everything seemed to be in place and as far as the two friends could tell, there wasn’t anything missing either.
“So what do we do now?” Lindsey asked.
“You know what,” Joanie asked with exasperation, “how the heck should I know. Do I look like I have all the answers?”
Lindsey shook her head.
“Did I say I had all the answers?”
Again, Lindsey shook her head.
“Then I don’t know what we’re going to do next, okay?”
Lindsey nodded. “It’s oky,” she said. “I just wish those people would keep it down.”
“You with what people would keep what down?”
Lindsey looked at her friend in astonishment. The two of them were sitting in their motel room. “Come on,” she said. “You mean you don’t hear it?”
“Hear what?”
“Those people.”
“What people.”
“Those people in the next room over. God, the walls here must be paper thin because I can hear everything.”
“Hear what?! I don’t hear anything.”
“You’re kidding me.”
Joanie shook her head. “What are they saying?”
Lindsey was still looking at her friend as if she couldn’t quite decide if Joanna was making fun of her or not but then finally, she gave in. She cocked her head just a little almost as if she were trying to hear what was being said even better. “There’s a bunch of them,” she said finally.
“A bunch of who?”
“The people in the next room. Are you sure you can’t hear them?”
Once more, Joanie shook her head.
“There’s a bunch of them,” Lindsey said again. “I think it’s just one girl there but there’s a bunch of guys.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I get the feeling the guys are gathered around the girl and that she’s the center of their attention.”
“Why?”
“Because they’re talking to her. They’re telling her what a slut she is and she’s telling them that she’s not a slut but you can tell she likes it when they call her that.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Despite what Lindsey had said before, it must have been turning her on, Joanie thought because even as she listened to what was coming from the other room, one hand was up under her shirt even as the other one pushed its way down inside her pants.
“We have something to show you, the men are telling her, and she’s like what? What do you have to show me?”
Joanie couldn’t help but wonder the same thing.
“Oh wow.”
“What?!”
“It looks like they’ve all taken their cocks out. I guess that was what they had to show her.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah. Mmm, now that’s good. They’ve all got the girl sucking their cocks but from what I can tell, the girl’s doing okay with that. She might not be a pro but she certainly knows how to suck a cock.”
Joanie couldn’t help but wonder just how it was that her friend knew that the girl wasn’t a pro or how it was that she seemed to know that the girl was still doing okay.
“Uh oh. It seems as if the guys have got it in their head that the girl would be better off with a cock in her pussy rather than one in her mouth.”
Well, that almost seemed to go without saying. Joanie hadn’t known a guy yet who after getting his cock sucked didn’t want a little something more on top of that.
“Oh yeah. She’s teasing them now.”
Joanie couldn’t help but notice the effect that this was having on her friend. Even if she couldn’t exactly see Lindsey’s hand, she could definitely see the effect that that hand was having on her friend’s pussy.
“Oh yeah, thats it,” Lindsey moaned. “That’s it. Take that cock you little slut.”
She must have heard something, Joanie reasoned. Otherwise, why would she have said that.
“Oh yeah,” Lindsey moaned. “That’s it. Take it. Take it.”
It really was something to watch her friend get lost in the rapture of the moment. For the life of her, Joanie had no idea just what the heck her friend was hearing but whatever it was, it must have been good because Lindsey had pushed her jeans and her panties down and now she was openly fingering her own pussy.
“Oh yeah,” Lindsey moaned.
Joanie wasn’t even sure if her friend was listening to the voices anymore or if she was now simply responding to her own body’s needs. One thing was definitely certain. Her friend was definitely cumming.
Lindsey was gone when Joanie woke up in the morning.
Okay, this was fucking crazy. Lindsey and Anna were now both gone. That couldn’t be a coincidence so he stormed down to the police station where the same officer was again behind the desk. “I have another missing person to report,” he said.
“What?” the officer asked. “You mean the friend you came in here with yesterday?”
Joanie was taken back a bit by the question? “What?”
“I asked if the missing person was the person you came in here with yesterday.”
“Why yes, it is.”
“It figures.”
“What?”
“I said it figures.”
“What figures?”
“Your friends aren’t missing.”
“What?”
“Your friends aren’t missing and I have a feeling that you’ll be seeing them real soon.”
“Huh?”
“It’s the nanites.”
“It’s the what?”
“It’s the nanites. No one knows exactly here they came from but everyone around here has got them in them but they only seem to affect the women.”
“The nanites?”
“That’s right. They program you. They get you ready.”
Ready for what, Joanie wanted to ask but she just couldn’t seem to make herself do that.
“If that’s all,” the officer said.
What? No. He was dismissing her. He was telling her that he hold go but ... but no. That was wrong. That was ...
“I guess that’s it,” Joanie said.
“Good. Have a nice day.”
Joanie stepped out of the police station feeling confused. Already, her mind was starting to reject what she’d heard. Nanites. How silly. She had half a mind to turn right around and march back inside the station but she didn’t. She wasn’t sure why. She just couldn’t, she told herself.
So what was she going to do now?
It was obvious, of course. She needed to find someone who could help her and yet ... and yet there was a part of her that most definitely did not want that. It was very strange.
The girl, she thought, the one Anna had seen and the one Lindsey had heard. If the nanites only affected women, then why was she different? Whatever the reason, she had to find her.
But where was she?
Both of her friends had said she was a cheerleader. Maybe it made sense then to start at the local high school.
But when Joanie arrived at the high school, she found the campus strangely deserted. There was no one in the office. There was no one in the hallways and when she peered into a couple of the classrooms, there was no one there either. Where was everyone, she wondered.
It seemed silly, she thought, if there was no one else in the school that the only person who would be there was the one person she was looking for but still, as long as she was here, she might as well go and have a look.
She poked her head out on the football fields. No cheerleaders.
She poked her head into the gymnasium. Again, no cheerleaders.
Finally, she poked her head into the women’s locker room. Again, no cheerleaders but what there was there was a cheerleader’s uniform in gold and blue, just laid out there on the bench as if waiting for someone or something.
She looked around. Someone had to be here.
But no, no one was here.
She looked back at the uniform and she wondered. Her fingers stroked the sweater and she wondered again. What would it be like, she wondered. What would it be like to put it on.
Easy there. It wasn’t hers.
So? She’d only be trying it on for a moment.
It still wasn’t hers.
Again, her fingers stroked the sweater and she felt a nit of a rush when she did that. But she wanted to and besides, who would know if she did.
She looked around once more but again, there was no one there to see her and that was finally what did it. She was,pulling off her own clothes and she was pulling on the uniform. First the golden panties and then the matching bra, the blue and gold skirt and finally, the blue and gold sweater.
You have to complete the look, a voice told her, and she looked down at her feet. She was still barefoot.
She looked down at her own shoes but they just wouldn’t do. Hmm. She was getting antsy now. She had to complete the outfit but she needed shoes and socks. It was imperative that she completed the outfit.
She started pulling open lockers. She wasn’t even sure just what exactly she was looking for but she was sure she’d know it when she found it.
And then finally, there it was, a pair of white shoes with a golden sock stuffed into each shoe. She didn’t even question if the shoe would fit. She just knew it would.
And then finally it was,done. The uniform was complete. She rushed over to a mirror to take a look at herself.
There was something different about her. As a stunt woman, Joanie had learned how to become whatever actress she was doubling for but there was always an edginess about her that had come from her job but as she stood there looking at herself, she saw a newer, softer her. She saw a younger and more innocent version of her. It wasn’t that anything had physically changed but she just looked different and as she stood there looking at herself, she heard a door open. She’d barely had time enough to turn around before four men came into the locker room. The funny thing was she didn’t question why there were men in the girls locker room. It was just enough that they were.
“Well now,” said one of the men. “Would you looky at what we have here. A cute little cheerleader. Where are all your friends, Cheerleader?”
They had her confused with someone else, Joanie thought. She should probably tell them that but almost as soon as she thought that, she shot that down. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing.
“What’s the matter, Cheerleader? Cat got your tongue? Well it doesn’t matter. Everyone knows that cheerleaders are only good for one thing and it ain’t for showing school spirit. Ain’t that right, Cheerleader?”
Joanie suddenly felt the need to agree with the man so she nodded.
“What’s that, Cheerleader? I’m afraid me and my friends didn’t hear you.”
“I was saying that we’re only good for one thing, Mister,” Joanie said and she couldn’t help but notice how girlish her voice now sounded.
“Yeah, and what might that be?” the man asked.
“Cheerleaders want to get fucked, Mister,” and even as she said it, Joanie knew she needed to get fucked really bad and she could only hope that these guys were the guys who would do it.
The man just chuckled at that. “That they do, Cheerleader,” he said. “That they do, and I suppose you want me and my boys here to do the job for you.”
The answer was supposed to be no, Joanie told herself. The answer was supposed to be no and yet she knew that was the wrong answer and more than that, she knew what the right answer was.
“Well?”
“I’d love it if you could do that for me,” Joanie gushed. “I need to be fucked. I need to be fucked so bad.”
The man chuckled again. “Well now, I suppose we could do that for you but first, how about you sit down on this bench here.”
Joanie sat down right where she was told to sit and she couldn’t help but notice the way the men all closed in around her.
“Now if you want us to fuck you, the first thing you’re going to have to do is to get our cocks out.”
Get their cocks out. Mmm yeah. That was just the kind of thing she could do and it wasn’t long before Joanie had taken down the pants and the underwear of each of the men and suddenly, she found herself staring at four, big, fat cocks.
“I think you know what to do with those,” the man said.
Well of course she did. She was a cheerleader, after all. No wait. That wasn’t right. She should say something except ... except it was right. For the life of her, she couldn’t help but wonder why she’d thought it wasnt right because of course it was right and she knew just how to show each man just how right it was. She took turns wrapping a hand around each of those big, wonderful cocks and she started to stroke.
“Come on now. You can do better than that.”
Of course she could, she wanted to say. She was just getting started and just to prove the point, she let her mouth slide down over one of those big, fat cocks.
“Oh yeah,” the spokesman groaned as Joanie took his cock in her mouth. “That’s it, Honey. Suck that cock.”
That’s what she was doing, Joanie wanted to say but that would have meant stopping what she was doing and she didn’t want to stop what she was doing so she just kept right on sucking those cocks.
“That’s a good cheerleader but I think you can do even more, can’t you?”
Well of course she could. Who’d said she couldn’t?
“Let’s get that top off of you.”
Of course. She couldn’t wait for that to happen and no sooner than the men had gotten her out of her sweater than they had her out of her bra as well and no sooner than they’d done that than it seemed as if each of the men wanted to cop a feel of her tits. She might have minded that before but now that she was wearing a cheerleaders uniform, it just seemed right and besides, if she complained, it would only destroy the moment. It was so much better to let the men have their way with her tits.
“Stand up,” the man told her.
Joanie stood.
“What do you say we get you out of that skirt.”
Suddenly, Joanie knew what to say. It wasn’t enough just to agree with the man because the truth was she needed his help. She’d always needed men’s help. Men were so big and right and strong. It was always better to let a man make the decision for her than to go out and try it herself so it was obvious what she had to say. “Would you help me?” she asked. “Would you help me take my skirt off?”
The man just smiled as he unzipped her skirt and Joanie couldn’t help but feel a rush of ecstasy as he caressed her butt at the same time.
“And how about those panties?” the man asked.
“Yes please. I need help with those, too.”
It wasn’t long before Joanie wasn’t even wearing her panties.
“And now, we’ll just see about this.”
Joanie couldn’t help moan as the man pushed her back down onto the bench and then he was sliding between her legs and he was pushing his way inside her. Oh my God, that felt good but it felt even better because there were all those other cocks around her. She could suck on one and pull on another even as she got her pussy fucked. It didn’t get any better than that.
The man inside her pussy must have thought so, too, because he was starting to groan. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck.”
Joanie looked up at him. She wanted him to do it. She wanted him to cum in her little cheerleader pussy. “Are you going to cum?” she asked.
“Yeah,” the man groaned.
She had to tell him. She had to tell him just how much she wanted this. “I want you to do it. I want you to cum in my pussy.”
“Fuck,” the man groaned.
He was almost there. “Please,” Joanie pleaded.
The man groaned gain but this time, it was exactly what Joanie wanted. He was cumming in her pussy and Joanie couldn’t wait until all the other men did the same thing, too.
That night, she once again woke up just as she had the first night they’d come there. She sat up in bed and she listened but she heard nothing.
But something had awoken her. She went to the window and she looked out.
It was nothing, she told herself. She should go back to bed.
Maybe that was what she should have done but every time she tried to lie down, she found it impossible to get comfortable. What the hell was the matter with her?
Finally, it became clear that she wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep. Once more, she went to the window and she looked out. Something was out there. She was sure of that and she had the feeling that she needed to go see what it was.
So she walked and it wasn’t long before she came to the entrance to a cave. A man was standing there. “Welcome back,” the man said.
Joanie nodded.
“Follow me,” the man said.
Joanie followed because it seemed like the most reasonable thing to do.
The man led her into the cave and then into a chamber where there stood a golden monkey head twenty feet tall. “You are now ready,” the man said. “You have been prepared. Welcome to the hive.”
Of its own accord, the golden monkey’s head seemed to slide out of the way to reveal women ... lots of women ... lots of naked women ... lots of naked women writhing together ... lots of women writhing together in ecstasy.
It looked like heaven to her.
“Go on.”
Joanie stepped forward. She noticed her friend Anna with her face down between a redhead’s legs. She had to bet that Lindsey was around here somewhere as well. She barely noticed that as she stepped into the chamber, the monkey’s head was sliding closed behind her. She was home, she told herself. She was finally home.