Resident Evil 4: Uncut Ch. 05
“*Author’s Note: Here’s Chapter 5, which I’ve hilariously nicknamed the “fuck” chapter. The word “fuck” appears many times in this installment.
Chapter itself contains NO sex, but don’t be mad. Chapters 5 and 6 were originally one giant chapter (around 25 or 26 MS Word pages, single spaced), so in order to make things more spaced out, I divided them up. I’m not gonna force you to read, but for the purposes of the story, and for the purposes of making the sex scenes less forced later on, you’d all do well to read this chapter, too. Chapter 6 will seem THAT much better. I swear.
Enjoy. =)”
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CHAPTER 5: Surrounded
Rating: R*
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Fuck fuck “fuck”.
“What are we gonna do Leon?” Ashley’s voice was panicked as Leon was quickly weighing their options. Two groups of villagers surrounded him and Ashley, coming from two different directions. Back across the wooden bridge they crossed, a large group had apparently made their way through the farm from whence Leon and Ashley came, tailing them through. Ahead of them to the left, a large group entered from some entrance not visible to Leon’s line of sight. Fighting was out of the question. Not if he wanted to keep Ashley safe.
That left two choices. Between his combat knife and ammo, he could easily take down the wooden bridge, but not before the group to his left closed in on him and Ashley. Grenade was out of the question. Standing too far out in the open, Leon wouldn’t have been able to make it to the cabin with Ashley fast enough to avoid shrapnel. The other option was holing up in the cabin while the two large groups surrounded them.
Those were some fine options he had.
On top of that, Hunnigan radioed in not a moment earlier, conveniently informing Leon that the chopper that was sent to pick up him and Ashley was shot down over the forest somewhere. So much for the villagers not using firearms.
“Cabin’s your only chance, move!”
“I hate to say it, but we’re sandwiched all right.” Looking over his shoulder, Leon took in the two-story cabin structure. He wasn’t too eager to corner himself in a house and re-enact “Night of the Living Dead”, but considering his lack of non-suicidal alternatives, his mind was made up.
“Quick, in that cabin!”
Leon grabbed Ashley’s arm, and in an instant, they made a mad dash for the only door they saw. Kicking the door in, Leon scanned the room quickly, aiming his Beretta at anything that so much as “felt” wrong to him. Sensing nothing hostile in the room, he motioned Ashley inside and closed the door. He noticed some hooks on the door that could be used as a locking mechanism, but saw nothing he could use to barricade it with.
Leon watched Ashley back into the center of the room, her hand resting on her breast as she insecurely darted glances from window to window. If her expression was any indication, those things were quickly surrounding the entire house. Despite his physical exhaustion, Leon’s adrenaline was pumping. His teeth were clenched as he sized up the room as best he could. Four windows, one door, and a set of stairs. Table in the center, various chairs scattered about, nothing in particular he could use for defense.
Behind him, Leon heard Ashley gasp in surprise, her breath accompanied by a familiar voice.
“Leon!” Leon turned to see Luis, throwing him the missing barricade for the front door. “Small world, eh?” Leon snatched the bar in mid-air and quickly jammed it in the door. Looking back at Luis, Leon saw that Luis was eying Ashley’s body up and down.
Rolling his eyes at Luis’s untimely behavior, he turned back to the windows to see that even more villagers were standing outside the house. They were probably gathering large enough numbers to ensure they’d take the house with no problems.
Amidst all this, Luis spoke again. “Well, I see the President’s equipped his daughter with… “ballistics”, too.” Noticing her wet and partially mud-covered body, Luis added, “You been mud-wrestling or something?”
Turning back to Luis again, Leon saw that he had a shit-eating grin on his face. Jesus. Of all situations, this definitely wasn’t the time for ogling. Leon noticed that Luis was now armed with a vintage nine-millimeter pistol, and considering the hostility outside, Luis’s extra fire power was a godsend. Before Leon could snap Luis out of his little trance, Ashley spoke up, her frustration unmistakable. “Ugh, how rude!” she said, now looking directly at Luis with anger painted on her face. “And I don’t believe there’s relevance with my figure and my standing. Who’re you?”
Ashley’s conviction impressively surprised Leon a bit as he suppressed a small grin.
“Ho ho, excuse me, “Your Highness”,” Luis mocked with a fake bow. “Perhaps the young lady might want to introduce herself first before asking someone his name?” Not taken aback at all, Luis was playing the part of ‘token asshole’ remarkably well.
Any other time, Leon would have grabbed some popcorn and watched the live soap opera. But for fuck’s sake, they were about to be overtaken by a mob of religious-cult groupies. Now certainly wasn’t the time for any of this. “Will you two pipe the hell down?” Leon’s request was more of a command, but the two seemed to be unphased by his comment.
Still ticked off at Luis’s audacity, and somewhat embarrassed by his staring, Ashley replied back with just as much tenacity as before. “Her name’s Ashley Graham, the President’s daughter.”
With a scowl on his face, Luis turned to Leon as he asked, “Is she, well, you know…”
Looking quickly at Ashley, whose expression changed to one of confusion at Luis’s sudden statement, Leon looked back at Luis and spoke in hopes of reassuring Ashley that she’d be fine. “Don’t worry, she’s cool.” Looking away, Leon studied the room one last time, making sure he knew where all the potential entry points were.
Finally looking away from Ashley, Luis sauntered through the room toward the door, speaking to no one directly, but made sure both Leon and Ashley heard him. “Eh, never mind. There’s supposed to be some kind of obvious symptom before you turn into one them anyway…”
“Christ, shut the fuck up, Luis.”
As if they needed something more to panic about, Ashley heard Luis’s words and shuddered in both shock and disgust. Leon noticed an uneasy expression on her face, and while he may have been subject to the same fate as her, he knew that he needed to focus on the more immediate threat that was looming outside of the cabin. Ashley seemed to think so too as she glanced up, gasping.
“Look!”
The villagers were ready to attack.
“Ashley, upstairs!” Leon ordered before turning to Luis. “Luis, get ready.”
And with that, Ashley high-tailed it up the stairs to hide while Leon and Luis faced one another, ready to defend their quite vulnerable stronghold. Leon’s expression changed to one of extreme focus and determination. Nine-millimeter in hand, Leon looked at Luis, who also had his weapon at the ready. Quickly noticing how clean Luis was compared to himself, Leon stared out the closest window as Luis spoke in his Spanish accent. “Okay… it’s game time.”
It had been several hours since he and Luis had run into one another, and Leon barely had time to readjust himself to Luis’s untimely wise-cracks. Instead of giving him shit in return, Leon simply nodded as he scanned the room once more.
Finally, a villager’s fist connected with one of the windows on the opposite end of where Luis and Leon stood. The glass cracked, but didn’t break. One or two more good strikes and the window would give. Noticing some tall wooden bookcases against the walls, Leon motioned to Luis. “Move those in front of the windows now! You get two and I’ll get two!”
“Got it.” The two men dashed to opposite ends of the room, frantically pushing the large shelves in front of the windows. Once they were done, they regrouped at the center of the room, looking back on their makeshift blockades. Hearing glass crack behind the wooden barriers, Leon and Luis stood once again back to back, their weapons trained on the windows at each respective end on the room. Quickly placing his heavier two weapons on the center table for easier access and mobility, Leon re-aimed his Beretta back toward the windows.
As more glass cracked, the wooden shelves started to wobble as they sequentially fell over. As if on cue, villagers started flooding in through the windows, one by one. Stepping forward, Leon started firing, trying desperately to make each one of his shots count. He had 18 shots per clip in his Beretta, and he mentally counted down his remaining stock while unloading on his adversaries.
Switching his focus between the two windows he was covering, Leon ejected his empty clip and slammed another one home as he began firing again. The distinct sound of Luis’s louder gun echoed behind him, the even louder barrage of unintelligible grunts and growls coming from the invaders drowning out the gunfire only barely.
As Leon loaded another clip into his Beretta, he realized that despite his well placed shots, there were simply too many of them flooding in. For every two he shot, it seemed three more took their place. And with two windows to cover, Leon was starting to have problems. Quickly glancing over his shoulder to see how Luis was faring, he noticed that two villagers made it inside the cabin. Luis was facing similar problems.
“Three-two-oneCLICK.”
Leon’s clip went dry.
“Damn it.”
Leon was out of loaded clips. He had spare bullets tucked away in his side-packs, but reloading empty clips wasn’t exactly friendly to his current situation. Dropping his handgun on the table, Leon picked up his shotgun. Silently remembering he had 8 shots left in it, he pumped it. Taking a few steps toward his nearest advancing enemies, Leon emptied a shell into the mass of four villagers, sending blood and assorted chunks of flesh all over the walls and floor. Turning right, he pumped his gun and did the same in the direction of the second window.
Then something connected with the left side of his ribcage. “Nnngh!”
“Fuck!”
The taste of blood in his mouth, Leon didn’t even glance down at his fresh wound as he turned left, pumped, and loosed a shell in the direction of his attacker. Once he cleared his area for the moment, Leon quickly looked at his gash, noting a bloodied work-axe that matched it on the floor. Luckily, the axe only connected with his side, staying away from his abdomen. It still hurt like a bitch, though. Made turning around quickly a difficult task, too.
With his immediate enemies stopped for the moment, Leon turned to Luis, biting through the tear in his flesh. Noticing the trouble Luis was having with just his nine-millimeter, Leon shouted over to him in assistance, “Luis, stand aside!” Pumping his gun once again, Leon took a few steps toward Luis’s corner of the room and fired off a shell into a crowd of three villagers. Turning to the fourth window, Leon pumped and fired again, stunning and ripping through another three drones. Pumping his gun again, Leon took a mental note of his remaining three shells inside his gun, remembering his 14 spare. Looking back to the windows he was covering earlier, Leon noticed more assailants climbing in.
Before he could even remind Luis to take the time to reload, Leon heard glass breaking upstairs.
“Shit. Ashley.”
“Jesus, there’s no end to these guys!” Luis shouted in a panic, straying toward the stairs.
“Upstairs, now!” was all Leon could say in response.
Hoping that the second floor would be easier to defend than the ground floor, Leon sprinted up the stairs, leaving his nine millimeter and emptied clips behind. If he survived, he’d have to gather them later. As for his rifle, it wasn’t exactly an “”in the fray”" weapon. Luis was already two steps ahead of him, and as he reached the top, Leon heard him utter a “shit,” hoping to God that he wasn’t too late.
Finally reaching the top of the stairs and wincing at the pain in his side, time seemed to slow to a crawl. Leon scanned the room, noticing four windows, two of which had ladders propped up against the now shattered glass. As Luis ran over to knock the ladders down, Leon shot a glance back down the stairs, noticing the horde of villagers at the bottom, staring him down. Fuck, some even had those tentacle things shooting out of their heads already. Instinctually grabbing at his belt, Leon took out one of his fragmentation grenades and removed the pin.
Leon wound his arm and pelted the grenade down the stairs, time speeding back up as he dove for cover behind a wooden table, shotgun in hand. “Grenade!” was all he could shout as the entire structure shook mercilessly, followed by faint cries of agony from the villagers, and repulsive squeals of defeat from those nasty tentacle freaks. Leon barely heard Luis mutter something over the ringing in his ears as they both quickly scrambled to their feet.
There was considerable silence for a few seconds as the threat at the stairs dissipated. Quickly glancing over the banister, Leon noticed a gaping hole where a chunk of the stairs once were. Silently commending himself for securing the stairs, Leon looked over to Luis, who was rubbing the back of his neck. It appeared they’d successfully fended off the attack.
And then, Leon spun around as the glass of the two remaining windows cracked, ladders shattering them in the process.
“Fuck.”
Hearing the whipping sound of tentacles, Leon looked over the railing of the stairs, only to snap his head backward just in time as a tentacled claw stretched out at him. Okay, the stairs definitely weren’t secure.
“Double fuck.”
Leon took the time to reload six more shells into his shotgun, and Luis did the same, loading his nine-millimeter. They weren’t finished by a long shot.
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The only thing running through Ashley’s mind was an alarmingly fearful sense of déjà vu. This was the second time in less than an hour where Ashley was hiding in a damn box while chaos was ensuing outside. The constant clatter of gunshots was extremely loud, the noise amplified by the enclosed nature of the cabin she was in, only slightly muffled by the barrier of the armoire in which she chose to hide. Over all the gunfire that was going on, she heard the sounds of breaking glass that were accompanied by the mindless groans of those crazy religious freaks.
At least she knew Leon was close by, even if the dangers he was facing were probably ten times worse than anything he’d encountered thus far. Ashley only caught a glimpse of the sea of villagers outside the cabin, but she knew that the ratio of “bad guys” to “good guys” was overwhelming. Nevertheless, Leon’s proximity made her feel safer.
“At least he’s not alone down there.”
There was that, too. She’d only met that rude asshole for a moment, but from what she saw, Leon seemed grateful that the Luis guy was around to help. Didn’t mean she had to like him. The guy reminded her of college boys who never learned the meaning of the word “timing.”
“Like yours is so great. You practically” jumped” on Leon back in the church.”
Yeah, and then there was that, too, she supposed. Looking back, the moment she chose to “thank” Leon wasn’t probably the most optimal time, though she was damn glad she did it. All things aside, they’d probably have been in the same situation they currently were in regardless of their joint actions a few hours prior.
Sweeping her bodily emotions under the rug for the moment, Ashley’s heart skipped a beat when she heard the cracking of nearby window glass. The sound was right “next” to her, for Christ’s sake. On her way up the stairs a few minutes ago, she’d noticed four windows around the perimeter of the room, but didn’t think for a moment that they’d be vulnerable to attack. She was on the second floor, after all. Apparently those ladders Leon had mentioned were coming in handy for the villagers.
Panicking a bit, she heard Leon shout something in the distance, subsequently followed by the sounds of two sets of legs running up the nearby stairs. She heard Luis’s voice, and then more frantic running.
Then she heard Leon yellow something else, followed by a heavy thud. Before she even formulated the word “grenade” on her brain, the house’s foundation shook, with Ashley jerking her body in surprise. She instinctually tried tucking her head down and covering her ears, only to be greeted by a friendly wooden shelf protruding from the closet door. Her head now throbbing from the surprise and severity of the contact, she resisted the angry urge to kick the door, the sensation rivaled only by the numbing ringing in her ears caused by the blast.
“Ahh…”
Silently cursing to herself, she waited for the throbbing in her temple to stop, straining to listen for any signs of life after the blast. She heard shuffling, followed by some heavy breaths and sighs of relief from two separate voices. Luis and Leon were still alive by her reckoning. Another thing she noticed was a brief moment of silence, immediately followed by the shattering of more glass, which was again followed by an exchange of obscenities between the two men.
Frantic running all around her, Leon and Luis were exchanging brief situation updates every 20 seconds or so. Grimacing a little, Ashley bit her lip as she touched her head where the throbbing pain radiated from. Hissing at the contact she made, Ashley quickly brought her hand away as she heard more irritated cries coming from outside.
Gunfire grew sporadic, and not nearly as frequent as before. Either her guardians were trying to save their bullets, or the attack was leveling off. Judging by the decreasing amounts of frantic running caused by Leon and Luis, she assumed that the latter scenario was more likely. Wherever Ashley was, if she became nervous, she’d constantly check her wristwatch, and now certainly was no exception. The gunfire, though lessening, continued for an additional five minutes or so.
A few more minutes of back-and-forth ambling continued, the gunshots occurring less and less. Finally, a minute had passed without a single shot being fired. Focusing keenly on listening to the action, Ashley nearly jumped in shock when she heard three steady knocks on the closet doors. Pushing them open slowly, she saw Leon outside. He was clutching his left side with his right arm, blood coating his entire hand where he held the wound tightly.
Ashley jumped out and embraced Leon after noticing the scowl of pain across his face. He wasn’t looking directly at her, but rather staring more blankly at a wall as she jumped out. Muttering a somewhat pained resistance to her slight tackle, Ashley backed off of him.
“Oooh, sorry! Are you okay?” Ashley didn’t have to try hard to voice her concern, as she was genuinely worried for him. Leon suffering injury for her sake as well his own made her feel more than slightly guilty.
“I’ll be all right.” Turning to face her, Leon noticed the bruise and trickle of blood at her temple, his own expression turning inquisitive. “What the hell happened to you? I’m not doing all this for you to hurt yourself, am I?” he added somewhat distantly.
Almost forgetting about her own blemish, Ashley quickly responded, insisting that it was nothing. “I just bumped my head on the door. Grenade blast surprised me a little, that’s all.”
“We need to patch that up, it’s probably worse than you think.” Leon said, clearly biting through his own pain.
Well, that was an interesting way of putting things. Most people Ashley encountered often said the converse of that. “‘It’s not as bad as it looks,’” or “‘It’s not as bad as it sounds.’” But here Leon was, matter-of-factly informing her that her injury, which didn’t seem to be hurting her, was probably more serious than she gave it merit for. But Leon knew his stuff, and she knew she could trust him.
He did bite hard at the base of her nipple and rubbed the tip of it as hard as he could with his tongue. This caused her climax, which had already been going on a full minute, to intensify. Her head snapped back and she let out a wail, never stopping the rubbing of her clit on his cock.
Charlie’s cock felt as if she were bruising it. It was hard enough to cut diamonds and it ached for release. His balls felt like someone had kneed him in the groin. He was relieved when T’Pol suddenly stopped rubbing her pussy against his cock and kneeled over his face.
Again T’Pol was demanding something of him, “Lick me, Charlie!”
Charlie obliged immediately and attacked her lovely, hairless slit with gusto. The air blowing across his incredibly sensitive cock was making it twitch. What he saw of T’Pol’s pussy looked very human. He noticed no difference in the way it looked, but it was warmer and the scent and taste were incredibly erotic. It smelled and tasted like a sweet, spicy candy with just a little bite. He couldn’t get enough of it and T’Pol couldn’t get enough of his mouth.
She writhed, moaned and reached climax three times before she changed her position so that she could play with his genitals while he continued to eat her pussy better than it had ever been eaten before. She cupped his aching balls in her hand and kneaded them gently. With her other hand she slowly stroked his rigid organ as she licked the tip.
Her sweet juices flowed freely and Charlie licked up every drop. Her pussy tasted so good he’d gladly eat it for the pleasure of the taste even if it weren’t so incredibly smooth and sexy.
Charlie’s cock pulsed every few seconds as it tried to erupt, but no matter how hard he tried, there was no way he could cum. T’Pol stopped licking his cock and moved down to his balls, swabbing every inch of his sensitive, hairless scrotum with her tongue. This was only slightly less titillating than her licking his cock and he still ached to reach orgasm.
Charlie’s mouth was beginning to fatigue and T’Pol felt the failing efficiency of his tongue. She was far from satisfied and would find another way to reach orgasm. She moved again, straddled his hips and slowly lowered her velvety sheath over his throbbing organ. They moaned in unison as he sunk hilt deep into her. She just stayed there and looked into his eyes as her vagina squeezed him.
The first thing Charlie noticed about T’Pol’s pussy was the heat. He’d never had his dick in anything so hot and it felt wonderful. The next thing he noticed was the strength of her pussy muscles. She was reasonably tight when he entered her but she had to consciously relax so that his large organ would fit. Once he was inside, the muscles contracted and squeezed him tightly. He’d never had his dick in anything this tight either.
T’Pol moved up and down on his shaft with agonizingly slow strokes. Even though he knew he couldn’t cum, he wanted her to move faster, hoping that somehow it would miraculously put him over the edge and allow him to ejaculate. She suddenly changed from slow and easy to fast and hard. Her lovely labia slapped against him at the bottom of each stroke. It sent a sharp but tolerable pain through his balls each time, but the extreme pleasure he was feeling made it well worth it.
Suddenly she stopped with him buried deep inside her. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and sighed deeply.
“I’m climaxing again, Charlie,” she said as her vaginal muscles squeezed and released his cock rapidly, over and over. “This is a different kind of climax that I can only achieve when I am penetrated deeply. It will build in intensity and probably last nearly an hour.”
She let her body fall forward on to his, her tits mashing against his chest and her face touching his shoulder. He could hear and feel her long deep breaths; he could feel her incredible pussy fruitlessly trying to milk the sperm out of him.
T’Pol was experiencing a climax as good if not better than she had with any Vulcan male. She knew Charlie couldn’t climax and she couldn’t allow it if she was to get through this pon farr, but she wanted him to feel what she was feeling. She placed her hand on his temple.
“My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts,” she whispered.
She ground her pubis into him, stimulating her clitoris, deepening the depth of her orgasm as she repeated, “My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts.”
As surely as his cock was in her pussy, her mind was now in his mind. T’Pol’s orgasm intensified and he could feel it. He could feel her vagina squeezing his cock but he could feel the intense waves of pleasure she was feeling also. His own thoughts still dominated his brain, but T’Pol’s thoughts and feelings were mixing with his own.
T’Pol could feel his arousal in her mind as well as in her vagina. This brought her climax up another level. She ground her clitoris into him even harder. Her juices lubricated her clitoris and his smooth pubic mound allowing her to stimulate herself without his pubic hair rubbing her clit raw. The motion of her hips created a vacuum on the head of his throbbing cock creating the feeling that her pussy was trying to suck the cum out of him as her vaginal muscles milked him.
T’Pol could feel his desperate need to orgasm. She felt the pressure of the semen stretching his swollen prostate. She could feel the pain in the seminal vesicles as they were distended by the overflow from the prostate. She tried to force the pain from her mind and concentrate on the incredible pleasure that he was also feeling. As she blocked the pain from her mind it intensified her pleasure and her long orgasm reached the next plateau. She sighed deeply and Charlie, telepathically linked to her, sighed at the same time.
Charlie was becoming more relaxed as their telepathic bond became stronger. His balls ached; his helpless cock throbbed; yet above all he felt pleasure. Despite his lack of physical release, he was sharing T’Pol’s total contentment.
T’Pol shuddered and gasped as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss overcame her. Every muscle in Charlie’s body tensed as she reached her final supreme orgasmic high and their mental link was broken. Charlie’s entire groin begged for release. As he thrusted his hips, vainly trying to get relief, he wondered if he would survive T’Pol’s pon farr.
T’Pol went limp on top of him. Her vaginal spasms decreased in power and frequency. Her breathing became slow and shallow. To Charlie it seemed as if she were asleep.
She wasn’t asleep. She was enjoying her post-orgasmic bliss. Charlie couldn’t see her smile as she lay there silently, with her eyes closed, just enjoying the relaxation that occurred only after a one-hour orgasm. She would rest, recover, and use him again. It was unfortunate that he couldn’t ejaculate several times in an hour and maintain his erection like a Vulcan male.
“T’Pol. T’Pol. Are you alright?” asked Charlie.
“I’m fine, Charlie. We both need to rest,” she answered softly.
“T’Pol, I’m really desperate to cum! Will you please take that thing off me so I can cum?”
“No, Charlie. I need your erection and if I let you climax you won’t remain rigid enough to be of use to me. Now be quiet and rest,” she answered.
T’Pol rested. Charlie tried to relax but it was difficult with this gorgeous alien on top of him and his rod buried in her pussy. It still amazed him how good the heat of her vagina felt. Her pussy was still actively massaging his penis, keeping him on the brink of an orgasm that he couldn’t have until she removed the ring..
An hour was enough rest for T’Pol. She pushed herself up with her arms and looked at the young man’s face. It was contorted in pleasure, pain and lust. She lowered her nipples to his mouth and he sucked greedily. T’Pol then started riding him again, moving her still wet pussy up and down on his extremely rigid shaft. She could feel it throbbing inside of her.
T’Pol sat up, disappointing Charlie as she pulled her breasts away from his mouth. He could no longer touch those magnificent orbs, but he could see them bounce as she moved up and down. He could see the muscles of her stomach and thighs flex as she moved her body. He longed to kiss every inch of her body but until she released him from the restraints, he could only do what she permitted him to.
T’Pol sat up for several logical reasons. One, she wanted to change the angle of penetration. Two, she wanted to see Charlie’s face. Three, she wanted to lean back slightly and tickle his balls with her hand. So that is what she did. She smiled when she saw Charlie’s eyes open wide and his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.
Charlie was hyperventilating. T’Pol sensed that and changed from tickling his hairless scrotum to gently massaging his tender glands in their smooth sack. She could tell that Charlie liked everything she was doing to his testicles and that it intensified his pleasure. She looked forward to finally letting him climax, but she couldn’t do that yet. She needed at least one more long orgasm before the effects of the pon farr were manageable. His needs would have to wait. Her needs were a matter of life or death.
She had several minor climaxes while she rode him and played with his testicles. She felt the big one coming and stopped bouncing on his pelvis. She lowered her breasts to his mouth again and he knew what was expected, which was exactly what he wanted to do, suck those big tits with their hard, brown nipples and get some more of that intoxicating pheromone on his tongue. He felt the pumping action of her pussy as she stopped bouncing.
For another full hour he just endured her long orgasm. His groin felt as if it would explode as her pussy sucked, pumped and massaged his aching organ. She didn’t mind meld with him this time. He wished that she would. It took his mind off the ache in his groin the last time. This time he felt as if each stroke of her vaginal muscles was the one that would make him empty his balls into her, but he was denied each time.
She screamed out in pleasure when her climax peaked. Charlie’s cock continued to attempt ejaculation but it was pointless. Charlie knew he couldn’t cum but his dick and balls didn’t know and kept trying. Charlie’s mind was so clouded with lust that he wondered if he were experiencing what a Vulcan feels during pon farr.
T’Pol’s body went limp on top of him with his erection still buried deep inside her. She again appeared to be sleeping. Charlie moved his hips trying to get some friction on his cock to scratch the desperate itching that he felt through his entire body. He didn’t just want to cum, he NEEDED to cum and he needed to cum now!
“T’Pol, please let me cum!” he shouted. “I NEED TO CUM! This is driving me insane!”
“I need you to ejaculate also, Charlie, but not right now. The pon farr is, for the moment, held at bay. Let me rest for a while and I’ll bring you to climax.”
“If I need to cum and you need me to cum, why don’t you let me cum now?” he asked.
He’d now been wearing the Venerian ring for over three hours. It didn’t feel heavy when she first put it on him, but now that his balls were so incredibly sensitive, it felt like an anchor was hanging from his scrotum.
“Relaxing between my orgasms is a necessary part of the mating cycle. I must rest and then I must have you ejaculate. There is a chemical compound in semen that also helps to break the hold of the pon farr. Human semen doesn’t contain the concentration of the compound that Vulcan semen does, but yours will have to do. Now let me rest and I’ll bring you orgasm soon.”
Charlie remained silent while T’Pol’s tight pussy massaged his spasming cock for yet another hour. He could feel his scrotum tighten and fight the damned ring that was preventing his relief. His scrotum lost the battle.
It seemed like days to Charlie, but T’Pol did sit up and look at him after an hour.
“Relief is at hand, Mr. Day,” she said.
Charlie noticed that she no longer had the crazed look in her eye and that she’d reverted back to calling him “Mr. Day”. He wondered if the pon farr was nearly over.
T’Pol got off the bed. Charlie’s dick, purple and throbbing, was not at all deterred by the air, which was much cooler than T’Pol’s hot pussy. The veins were sticking out like Charlie had never seen. He never would have believed that he could maintain a rock-hard erection for four hours, but he’d never experienced the power of Vulcan female hormones or what he was now thinking of as the goddamn Venerian ball ring.
“You’ve helped me a great deal, Mr. Day. The pon farr is not controlling me now. I still feel it and I am feeling a great deal of lust, but I’m in control of my emotions at this time. Now I’ll make you ejaculate if you wish. Your semen will also help me eliminate the pon farr,” said T’Pol as matter-of-factly as she would speak to him when she assigned him a task on the Enterprise.
“Please, T’Pol. PLEASE, PLEASE make me cum!” he begged.
“Of course, Lieutenant. I can absorb what I need through the mucous membrane of my vagina but I’d prefer to take your semen orally if you have no objection. Either method will meet my needs.”
“That’s fine. Just do it quickly, please!” he exclaimed.
“Would you like to perform cunnilingus on me as I perform fellatio on you?”
“Yes! Yes! Please just do it!”
“You seem to be out of control, Mr. Day. If you were Vulcan I’d think you were experiencing pon farr.”
“Please, T’Pol. Please let me cum. I’m in pain. My balls feel like they are about to explode,” he sobbed.
“I don’t believe that it is possible for your testicles to explode from sexual stimulation, Mr. Day, but I will proceed to bring you to orgasm,” said T’Pol as she climbed back on to the table and assumed a sixty-nine position.
Charlie immediately went to work on her sopping pussy with his lips and tongue. T’Pol gave the tip of his cock a leisurely kiss, then slowly kissed her way down his cock to his aching balls. The touch of her tongue on his balls felt like and electric jolt traveling through them. Charlie groaned in pain and frustration. He couldn’t believe that after all this time she was going to tease him. Not that he didn’t enjoy a slow teasing blowjob, he just wasn’t in the mood for that after three hours of being erect in the shuttle and four hours being tied down and used as a human dildo.
He tried to speak to voice his complaint but T’Pol lowered her sex on his mouth and silenced him. He had no choice but to endure the tortuously slow blowjob she wanted to give him.
For twenty minutes she licked and sucked his raging hard on and swollen balls. He didn’t understand why she tortured him like this. The part about needing him erect for a long time made some sense, but there was no reason not to let him cum now. He sucked her clitoris between his lips and trapped it there. Then he flicked it with his tongue. T’Pol shuddered in climax yet again.
She started sucking his cock feverishly now. Without that goddamned ring over his balls he couldn’t have taken this kind of a blowjob for more than two minutes. In his current state of arousal, he couldn’t take it five seconds. He bucked and moaned.
He felt T’Pol’s fingers massaging his balls and the powerful suction from her mouth. He was losing consciousness from the strain of being so stimulated, for so long, without relief. Then he felt the pressure loosen on his scrotum as the goddamned ball ring separated into two halves and fell on the mattress with a ‘plop’.
It took his tortured genitals a few seconds to realize they were free then his balls pulled up tightly against his body so quickly he was sure he heard them make a ’snap’ as they moved. His back arched and lifted her in the air. He strained hard against his bonds, chafing his wrists and ankles. The head of his cock enlarged just a bit more as the first gush of his cum sprayed into T’Pol’s mouth. She continued playing with his balls and sucking him vigorously. T’Pol’s pussy pressing against his face muffled Charlie’s screams, but she could feel the vibration between her legs.
T’Pol tried hard to swallow his semen as fast as he ejaculated, but she could not. She swallowed as much as she could, but she’d underestimated the volume of his ejaculate. His penis fired at least ten jets of hot seed into her mouth before it stopped. It continued jerking in orgasm, but it had run out of semen. Then she did the first thing she’d done exclusively for Charlie’s pleasure all day. She continued sucking his cock until it went completely limp in her mouth.
She let his limp organ drop from her mouth and asked, “Does this feel good?” as she continued massaging his testicles.
“Yes, T’Pol. It feels great,” he said rather weakly.
T’Pol wanted to swallow all of his semen so she licked up what had splattered on his body, continuing the massage of his testicles. As she licked semen from the smooth mound above his penis she was glad that she’d removed his pubic hair. It would have been much more difficult to retrieve his semen from hair than from smooth skin.
T’Pol finished licking up the semen and got off the bed. She stood near the head and caressed Charlie’s face with her hand.
“Thank you, Lieutenant. You’ve done me a great service. The pon farr is weakened now and will soon be gone for another seven years.”
“Your welcome, T’Pol, but until we get back to the Enterprise, please call me Charlie.”
“As you wish, Charlie. I will require your services again to completely subdue the pon farr. Shall I leave your restraints in place or are you willing to attempt to help me without them?”
“Please, T’Pol. Remove them,” he said enthusiastically.
“Do I have your word that you will allow me to restrain you again if that is what I require?”
“Yes, T’Pol. You have my word.”
T’Pol released him without another word. She even rubbed his ankles and wrists for him. The restraints were designed not to injure, but Charlie had pulled against them so hard that there was some tingling pain in his extremities.
“I suggest we both shower and then resume in my quarters,” said T’Pol.
“Very good, T’Pol. Shall we shower together? It can be quite erotic.”
“If that would please you then we can share the shower, Charlie.”
Charlie and T’Pol both squeezed in the small shower. T’Pol began soaping herself up.
“Excuse me, T’Pol, but perhaps you’d allow me to wash you?” asked Charlie.
T’Pol raised one eyebrow quizzically, “Is there a logical reason for that?”
“No, Ma’am. It’s not logical at all but it sure does feel good. I wash you while you wash me. If you don’t like it, we can stop.”
“Very well,” said T’Pol as she rubbed her soapy hands and Charlie’s broad shoulders.
Charlie soaped up T’Pol’s body slowly and carefully. He spent much longer washing her tits than he needed to. He wanted to touch every inch of her smooth skin. T’Pol was finding this arousing and by the time she got to Charlie’s penis, she discovered that he found it arousing as well. He was fully erect.
“If I wash your penis, will you ejaculate?” she asked?
“That depends on how long you wash it. Do it quickly and I can probably control myself,” said Charlie with a smile.
T’Pol squatted down and washed his cock and balls then moved on to his legs. When she was finished, Charlie squatted down and washed the lower half of her body. He’d just touched her bare tits with his hands for the first time a moment ago and now he got to touch her lovely, hairless pussy with his hands for the first time too. T’Pol gasped and spread her legs wide. He rinsed her and gave her several long, slow licks from the bottom of her slit to the top. T’Pol wanted him to continue but he stood.
“Turn around and I’ll wash your back,” said T’Pol.
“I know a better way to wash backs,” said Charlie as he pressed his body against hers and reached behind her.
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