A Resurgent Whore #4
Chapter Four - Taking The First Step.
Welcome to chapter four of an ongoing gritty noir series from ‘Sin Street’ created in partnership between Kate Granger and Sissitrix. Chapters published weekly on Friday’s.
Follow a woman’s desperate tale of humiliation starting in a pit of despair before her rebirth, revenge, and resurgence. This series began in a dark place because it must.
I’d rested in Allen’s gentle care for three days without once feeling stressed out or bored. My only contact with the outside world was the ever vigilant, gentle face of Sissitrix who checked in frequently.
Technicians probably visited, checking pod dials, fluid levels and my progress, but I never heard or saw them. A tiny red proximity LED in the pod lid indicated when someone was nearby, but I couldn't hear or see anything that Allen didn’t permit.
My condition improved almost by the hour. An awful stabbing pain that had pervaded in my head, organs and muscles, subsided quickly as my body enjoyed a cocktail of rejuvenating medication, the constant supply of hydrating fluids, waste extraction and some gentle massage.
Soon my travails felt little more than an inconvenient aching and some sharp, spasmodic twinges, but my strength had fully returned with rebalanced mental fortitude growing my confidence.
A nagging need for vengeance scratched agonizingly at my psyche like steel gauntlet fingertips dragged on a chalkboard.
I used the LED screen and my neural access to conduct research, reading up on the latest economic statistics, market sector insights and the performance of companies in Multiverse’s orbit.
I planned my revenge too, determined it would be a side venture, closely aligned with helping Max expand his business empire. Sin Street would be mine, but I would have to broach that with my benefactor when I felt he was ready.
“Allen, can we talk?”
You think, I hear and respond.
I have a friend in Sin Street. Could you send her a message please?
Yes. Who is it?
Her name is Hannah. She’s known as Handjob Hannah.
What would you say to Handjob Hannah?
Please report the whereabouts of Steve Pincer, AKA The Dentist. My gratitude will follow. Be careful because he’s a dangerous, spiteful man.
Done.
As I rested back, my back passage and pussy hole were filled with gently writhing tentacle flesh, massaging throbbing tissues lightly and healing me while removing body waste through a technology Sissitrix described as being like osmosis.
I took it to mean my body fluids became food for the pod’s organic symbiont, Allen who exuded a constant contentment and love for me.
Allen’s individuality felt gentle and kind with an almost spiritual quality linking us, but I imagined my pod was programmed that way for a specific treatment.
Brian would not be so lovingly attended by his symbiont.
The pod must have decided it was time to fuck me because suddenly my oxygen flow increased, as did the girth of gentle tentacles warming up inside my pussy and back passage.
My fuck holes bloated to their comfortable maximum stretch, prompting a sharp intake of breath and some almost whoreish whimpering before I felt a surge of ecstasy while vigorously arching my back.
“It’s fucking me.”
I couldn’t speak properly because of feed and oxygen tubes in my mouth. I panicked and almost tore them out until a soft voice in my head relaxed me.
I’m fucking you, Erin. Please don’t be alarmed, and think, enjoy but don’t speak.
I glanced up at the LED screen and saw a face.
That’s Max’s face.
Yes, Erin. I can be anyone you wish.
Who are you really?
I’m Allen.
Are you alive?
Sissitrix gave me life using drawing tools, but I cannot exist outside the pod. Should I continue making love to you Erin?
Yes please, but don’t simply fuck me, please love me too. I can’t bear another treacherous lover.
I only have love for you Erin and so does he. Think of Max and I shall pleasure you in his place ready for him to take you in the outside world.
Is that what he wants, Allen?
I’m sure of it.
I’d never been fucked so perfectly or lovingly. Allen slid his fleshy, wet tentacles in and out of my pussy and back passage gently, alternating stroke speed and timing so that while one was deep inside me, massaging and stretching my hole, the other was almost completely withdrawn, ready to fuck me anew.
It was my first loving double penetration, but definitely not the last.
My lover stretched the almost fully healed delicate tissues and muscles of both passages that needed a workout, massaging my guts and organs using heat, pulses and vibrating ripples that echoed through my pink cathedral and back passage as though playing a tune inside.
Deep inside my rectum, the tentacle sucked hard attaching itself to a nerve cluster, driving a new buzzing sensation up my spine that flowered into an almost sleepy orgasm, making me shudder endlessly.
Subdued, gorgeous warm red, green and blue hues swept up and down the pod, exciting and invigorating me while aromas of a salty ocean, then a summers’ lavender field and finally a heavy male pheromone, fired up my libido.
The girth of each tentacle cock inside me expanded, then felt solid, before sliding in and out of its preferred hole excreting its own lubricant, fucking me faster and harder on each stroke. My fuck holes engorged, and I felt fuller than any man had ever made me.
I was hooked on fucking Allen.
My muscles tensed, then spasmed lightly when low voltage electricity surged through me and I felt the power and flexibility of every sinew as each tightened and relaxed, facilitating a vigorous orgasm.
I bucked and thrashed around in the pod, splashing slime everywhere, riding wave after wave of orgasm, wanting to scream but incapable while gasping desperately for breath, sucking in more pure oxygen than Allen wanted to give.
The screen in front of me carried movie quality images of Max naked and rampant with me riding the cock I had loved so many years ago.
When my orgasms grew painful, Allen somehow knew, easing off on fucking me, reducing the pressure in each hole until I descended onto a flowery bed of warm, scented afterglow.
As I relaxed, new tentacles wrapped around my body, reaching me from every direction as a lover would, holding on tightly so I felt secure.
I was beguiled and felt love, excitement and as though I were deeply wanted.
Erin?
Yes, Allen.
Hannah has found Steve Pincer.
Tell her to keep tracking him and I’ll call soon please, Allen.
Done, but she’s had a problem.
What happened?
Her apartment building was burned down. She’s on the streets, hiding out. Hannah says don’t worry. She sent some images. Would you like to see?
Yes please.
Did anyone die?
Yes several. There were children among the corpses.
Tell her those bastards will pay and ask Max if he might be kind enough to offer Hannah a safe place.
Done.
I slept for hours, taking sustenance from my new lover, Allen, rejuvenating in their care for five more days, making love frequently, before they eventually, and I hope reluctantly popped the lid.
Sissitrix was the first face I saw, Max was next. I assumed my carer relented and allowed a concerned ex-boyfriend to attend my release from the pod. Both looked pleased to see me.
“How do you feel, Erin?”
“Incredible, Sissitrix. I’m like a brand new me.”
“Yes, you are for sure. My pod enjoyed you very much.”
“What’s next?”
“You’ll leave here with Max if you wish, or I can have you taken elsewhere and loan you this pod forever.”
“I’ll stay with Max, but I like Allen too. May I visit you often?”
“You made a good choice in Max and of course, you are welcome to visit us any time.”
I felt ready to move forwards claiming revenge and resurgence.
I showered unabashed under a mobile bathing unit the technicians had erected alongside Allen, dressing myself quickly in fresh clothes Max had brought.
As I walked away from a comfort blanket that saved my life and soul, memories of that awful night were locked away. I knew they would resurface, but that I could cope when the time came.
Max held my arm, leaning close to whisper.
“Hannah is safe. I provided a room in a place I know cannot be discovered. She continues surveillance but is being cautious. I also provided money.”
“Thank you Max. I will repay all of this one day.”
“No need. We’re a team now.”
Whatever the future held I wanted my resurgence to begin right now. At the front foyer to their clinic, I turned to face my medic and savior.
“I’ll be in touch Sissitrix. Your pods should be commercialized. Will you agree to a collaboration?”
“With you and Max?”
“Yes.”
“Of course. I’d be delighted.”
When Max stood aside, checking me out from head to toe while smiling, my self esteem lifted a few notches. Allen had made love to me for more than a week and I felt like a bride coming off her honeymoon, ready to get serious about life.
I didn’t need to examine my first boyfriend because I’d been fucked dozens of times by Allen using Max’s likeness. I felt mildly embarrassed when Sissitrix winked knowingly because I’d been a total slut.
At the clinic doors, I paused.
“Can I use the toilet before we leave, please Sissitrix?”
“I’ll show you the way. Oh… and, I have a gift for you.”
Sissitrix handed me a small ziplock bag with a couple of teaspoons of brown/gray powder inside. I guessed it must be a medication, perhaps a final concoction to revive me, before I left.
“Flush that after relieving yourself.”
“Don’t I swallow or dissolve and drink it?”
“If you’d prefer, but I thought you wanted to flush your husband down the toilet.”
“Fuck! Is this all that’s left of Brian?”
I held my deceased husband up to the light, marveling at how tiny a small man had become. My morbid curiosity was overtaken by a feeling of utter relief when seeing my nemesis reduced to a couple of teaspoons of dust.
“Yeah. Most of your husband went to a good cause. If he’s somewhere in the universe maybe it comforts him to know he finally gave something back.”
On the way back out of the toilet, I grinned at Sissitrix who’d become my confidant and co-conspirator. The flush went on for ages, as did my happiness at moving on with a life in renewal.
“He’s just lucky I didn’t need a number two.”
Sissitrix seemed uneasy and drew me aside for a quiet chat.
“My dear, something came to light while you were lying with Allen.”
“Oh… what is it?”
“The back alley CCTV footage from where you were defiled shows who took you from the gambling den.”
“Who was it?”
“Franky The Rat is almost certainly the guy on the left and I believe the other man is Carl Hogel.”
“A people trafficker and an accountant. Bastards!”
“I have the image capture. It’s hard to tell because they are facing away.”
“Where am I in this image?”
“The police believe you were just out of sight and that they reversed the van underneath the camera so you wouldn’t be seen when they tossed you in there.”
“Well… it’s evidence to get me on the right trail. Thank you.”
When I slid into Max’s Aston Martin DBS outside the clinic, something about my recent nightmare galvanized into a towering strength. My best friend patted me on a naked knee that I deliberately revealed from under a lemon floral patterned Prada dress he’d bought me.
I hauled Max’s head towards mine and kissed him deeply, enjoying the searing lips and soft, loving tongue that hadn’t changed since college. He slammed the sports car into first gear, looking flushed when I released him having branded my old boyfriend anew.
“You fucked me in the pod, didn’t you, Max?”
“How did you guess?”
“Allen was too familiar. It was like being back in your bed enjoying that excellent tongue and magnificent cock.”
“I was careful and tried really hard to be gentle.”
“You were an excellent lover, Max. You always were. But how did you do it?”
“Sissitrix linked our pods so we could make love. I was in the dominant pod, you had the submissive one but they can switch.”
“Perhaps we’ll swap that around sometime, Max.”
“I bought two pods for us to enjoy.”
“Oh… which ones?”
I didn’t want to sound too desperate, but I prayed Max had bought me Allen.
“Your alternate lover will arrive home tomorrow with mine. I have a room where both can be installed side by side.”
I felt relieved and a little surprised at having grown so fond of Allen, but it felt good to have two lovers without compromising on my love for the more corporeal one. I entwined my fingers with Max’s, clenching his tightly, smiling at my lover because he’d bought me another.
“When we get to your house, perhaps we should experience something more earthly.”
Max floored the throttle and his Twin Turbo V12 engine roared like a lion rampant. A perfectly laid tarmac road weaving through scented pine forests and a mountain pass slipped by like a starship traversing across the galaxy.
I felt happy. Not yet fully resurgent but well on my way.
Max’s house was constructed in a compound style, perched mid saddle between two jagged mountain peaks with spectacular views in every direction. Indoor and outdoor swimming pools were the tip of his sports themed home with tennis and squash courts, a massive high-tech gym and a mountain bike pump track circumnavigating his land.
Enormous, elevated patios led out from panorama bedroom windows that slid aside. The dining room was similar, with another massive helicopter size leisure pad on the roof, overlooking every part of the property.
“I have ten spare bedrooms Erin. Please take your pick.”
I shuffled into Max’s arms with a down curled lip like a pouting naughty schoolgirl. His eyes were ablaze because he was consumed by an erotic tsunami even before I reached up a couple of inches to kiss his lips.
The sizzle, sparks and tingles, engorging my lips, rippling through my whole body felt more sensual than ever and I wondered if Sissitrix programed Allen to improve my sexual being, heightening all senses.
My tongue darted desperately inside Max’s mouth like a tiny bolt of lightning leading the charge and he was lost inside my soul, basking in a loving, warm sunshine he’d always loved.
Max’s cock pressed hard into me, eliciting my girlish, delighted giggle. He knew I loved it and tried to slide a desperate hand onto my breast, but I teased, clutching him more tightly while pressing my kiss harder, and deeper.
“Please don’t tease Erin. I want you so much.”
“Not enough to take me into your bed, though?”
“I don’t want to push you into anything.”
“I don’t want to leave you, Max.”
“Do you mean now or forever?”
“Why don’t we see how it goes. I don’t deserve you yet.”
Max slipped a finger gently onto my lips, closing them tight, silencing me. He unzipped my dress, allowing it to fall into a pile of ruffles on the floor almost like a puddle.
I was naked underneath and not in the least bit embarrassed when he leaned down and sucked the nipple he often fell asleep with in his mouth.
“I want to make love to you, Erin. Then I need to discuss our business partnership and finally the revenge you’re planning.”
“How do you know I’m planning revenge so soon?”
“We are doing this together, right? You can’t just start a war without me.”
I studied him carefully, never wishing to make my revenge his, but there was a familiar steely determination in his eyes and I figured some measure of vengeance might salve his anger too.
“Yes Max, we are doing it together if you wish. I intend controlling Sin Street and all of its criminal endeavors.”
“I thought you might. We could be the ultimate crime power couple.”
“I want intelligence on every player in Sin Street. I’ll brand each as playing cards, starting with Franky The Rat and Steve Pincer.”
“Count me in, Erin.”
“Carry me upstairs and let’s mess up your bed, sweetie.”
He carried me up a double wide, marble floored winding staircase like a baby cradled in his powerful arms. When Max lay me gently on an enormous bed, his expression spoke of a love everlasting and one that was never lost since we’d last been together.
I felt a pang of regret about Brian, but that vanished when recalling how he’d permitted my exploitation by vile men, knowing they would eventually murder me.
I rolled on top of Max, helping wrestle his clothes off. When he was naked, I crawled down until his nipple slipped into my mouth where I chewed it hard. He moaned like in the old days, enjoying the pain I could bring without harming.
Licking and nibbling his ripped, six-pack was as much fun as having an orgasm, as he bounced joyfully on tickles and vigorous twitches extracted by my tongue.
When I peeled Max’s foreskin back, a hit of musky man aroma caught my senses, lifting me to a place where babies were made after women just like me got fucked by men just like him.
I sucked Max’s cock, stripping the salty preloaded, translucent slime with a flattened, powerful tongue, swilling his delicious flavor around my mouth until my new lover’s spirit permeated my soft tissues and throat like it was branding a new territory.
I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, not able to completely encircle it. When I wanked him slowly, more salty treat oozed from the tiny slit on the tip of his purple, swollen cock head.
I grinned up at my lover.
“More treats for me.”
“It’s all yours sweetheart.”
“I know, and I’m taking the lot.”
Sucking his size of cock was a pleasure because I could do it all day long, even though it blocked my windpipe and was just a bit wider and longer than being too easy.
I deep throated Max’s veiny shaft, drooling saliva across his legs, wanking him faster and harder until his semen blasted the back of my throat with a coating of love.
I carried on sucking until Max jerked around uncontrollably and to the point I knew caused him discomfort. When my mouth popped, as it released his cock under vacuum, I waited before swallowing to see if anything about his kinks had changed.
Max sought my kiss and the relocation of his salty baby making seed with ferocious intent and desire. I wondered if he’d had sex or perhaps the right sex in some time but didn’t ask, resolving instead to explore that matter carefully.
After my complete satisfaction of him, we spooned gently and Max planted soft kisses on my neck while I clutched his hands wrapped around my midriff.
“The job you’re offering me Max. I don’t want a contract.”
“Why not?”
“We’ll try working together for a year. If you want me to leave at any time, I’ll do so taking nothing.”
“I can’t do that, Erin. You deserve stability.”
“No, I don’t. I deserve a chance and you’ve offered me that. I’ll work for you as CEO, but I don’t want a contract until we both know it will work out.”
“Okay darling. It’s up to you.”
“Thank you, Max.”
“And what about your revenge?”
“First, I want to equip a factory full of Sissitrix’s pods. We’ll call it the Fuck Factory.”
“And its purpose is?”
“It’s a small part of my plan for us to control all of Sin Street’s organized crime, purging the cancer. New standards of behavior among the criminal community will be imposed. I will explain more later sweetheart.”
“Is this even possible, Erin? How will you pay for the influence?”
“We’ll take a percentage of every transaction and bring order where chaos reigns. A criminal mastermind will work for us, making sure the foot-soldiers are kept in line.”
Max looked impressed and I felt proud although my fledgling plan needed much more flesh on the bones.
“I’ll introduce you to Rex, darling.”
“Thank you, Max. Now… would you be a good boy and lend me some tongue?”
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