What a Girl Wants

[The_PG]

Paul had wanted to rush up to the newcomer and beat him into a pulp. Brodie had almost let him, but decided against it at only the last moment. While his dominate side did not like the fact that his plans were being spoiled, his curious side got the better of him much more quickly. This could make for a very interesting evening, and so with a hiss he told the boy to get his shit together and leave. To go home. Disappear, now. The jock hadn't made much of an argument, though he gave the men's bathroom a longing look before finally departing on his Ninja. Meanwhile, Brodie brought his car behind the vehicle he had picked out as, Daniels.

The man oozed confidence, but youth as well. So the spotless Mustang was obvious. At least it was a neutral color, that showed maturity.

Brodie had called Mark Hemingway, the local police chief, and had him run the license plate. Mark owed him a favor or two, after paying to fuck his own slutty niece. That was still one of Brodie's best selling videos and part of the money made it's way into Mark's own pocket. Hence the easy access to the DMV. When a picture of Daniels popped up on Brodie's cell phone he smiled and snapped the phone shut. "Gotcha, Private Daniels..."

Instead of following the seemingly happy couple Brodie simply slipped a tracker (another gift from the police department) underneath the bumper of Daniels mustang before leaving the park ahead of them.

He returned home and tracked their travels through his computer and noted the several stops they had made before finally arriving near the Sheridan hotel. A quick check of the Sheridan website noted the costume ball being held there tonight, and after looking over the various stops they'd made Brodie quickly deduced that they had gone to pick up a costume and made a quick stop at Daniels legal residence. "A costume party? This could be very interesting..." Masks were common in such parties, and there didn't seem to be too much of a reason for the party. It was a charity, but any donation was considered your invitation. That was why it was probably hopping with young people such as Daniels, and Nina. Brodie wouldn't be surprised if Paul ended up going there at some point.

There wasn't a need to check his closet. Brodie had plenty of costumes, in fact he knew exactly whom he would be going dressed as.

The white albino makeup, brighter still fangs, and slicked wig totally changed Brodie's appearance. And if that wasn't enough, the four lines of seemingly real blood dripping from his fangs provided something other then his face to stare at. The tuxedo, cape, cane, and top hat completed his appearance in style. He even decided against using any sort of mask in favor of a simple pair of sunglasses, so confident was he in his appearance and ability to throw his voice. Nobody would recognize him as Mr. Coyle.

He lavishly donated ten-thousand dollars to whatever cause it was, before slipping into the crowd and searching carefully for Nina. He was sure that he could spot her no matter what he costume was. Of course, he was right. Already he'd learned her walk, her body language, and it was hard for anyone to change that in a matter of minutes. Spies practiced it their entire lives, but some were just natural and others weren't. Nina was not. Her tight ass still wiggled suggestively, besides it wasn't like she was wearing a mask of any sort.

He waited until the moment she slipped away into the bathroom before moving in. There were others in the facility, but they hardly noticed him as he followed Nina into one of the stalls and shut the door behind them. Her feeble question was cut short quickly with one of his hands, before she could scream he hissed into her ear. "I vwant to suck youuur bloood. Hehe. Do not doo anyzing sstupid."

"We do not want to get syour cosstuume dirrrty, du we?"

Then his voice changed, it came out hard and fast. Like a fist to the gut.

"Don't fight me." His hands swiftly and easily pulled the costume from around her legs. Enough to allow her to straddle the toilet. He suddenly applied weight onto her back and forced her to crouch over the toilet. Then his strong fingers made their way between her legs, he began to teasingly rub her surprisingly erect clit, while his hand pressed against her bladder. Once again his voice changed back into his Draculian accent.

"Did zu not have tu piey? Wellll?" His teeth nibbled softly on the white skin and his fingers rubbed harder, sliding through her moist folds and feeling the leftovers of what she had been doing earlier. He removed his fingers and continued to tease her clit. "Zou will havee to clean more often m'dear. Zu are one dirrrrty, leetle, cuntess." Just then he pinched, squeezing her sensitive nub and pushing his heel into her bladder at the same time that his teeth dug into the flesh on her shoulder painfully. The combination of all three actions had Nina squirting, shaking, and squirming all at the same time. It was as physically powerful as she had ever been dominated. It wasn't just pleasure or pain that she had to face without a choice, but doing something so embarrassing without preparing her submissive mind for it. There was no work up, it just happened. The raw physicality was especially enjoyable for 'Dracula' and he felt his 'dead' flesh coming to life inside of his shiny black pants.

"Teelll your leetle fffriend to take zou home after this parrrty. If zou don't go home, things will be very, very bad."

With ease 'Dracula' closed the toilet and lifted Nina onto her limp knees atop the marble top. He pushed her chest into the cold marble wall and thrust his flesh inside of her wet hole swiftly. It wasn't long before his 'undead' seed filled her to the brim. "Zo that ze human will know who truly ownz dees cuntess," He whispered before buttoning his pants and leaving swiftly, while closing the stall behind him and letting Nina melt into the cold marble that was slippery from the mess between her legs. Brodie made sure to shake Private Daniels hand before leaving the party, in fact they had a drink and shot the shit for awhile too before Daniels started looking for his date and Brodie took that as the cue for him to get going.

It was a pity he did have a video of zee event. Wasn't it?

 

[Jaijin]

Nina hated how easily her unknown, masked master controlled her body, her emotions. But she had never known another man who would so easily take control of her. It was degrading, humiliating that he could so easily have her wet, panting for him, yet there was something exciting him, how he didn’t give a damn about the rules, how he took what he wanted, because he could. She felt like he possessed her soul.

Slipping out of the bathroom after cleaning herself up, Nina’s eyes searched the crowd for the man who called himself Cloud. Her face lit up when she saw him, taking him home would be no trouble at all. Moving to him, she wrapped her small arms around him and pulled at him until he turned toward her, lifting her up and kissing her.

She loved the way he took her mouth with his tongue, seducing every centimeter. The man could kiss, she thought dreamily. “Take me home baby,” she whispered.

“Sure sugar,” he said in a voice that betrayed how turned on he was by her aggressive posture. They moved outside fairly quickly. He opened the door for her and then reached across and buckled her into the passenger seat, kissing her once more before moving around and sliding into the driver’s seat. He followed her directions, whistling when they entered the gated community where she lived.

He just shook his head as they pulled into the long curving driveway that led to her home.
“Wow,” he said. “This put’s my mama’s home back in Kansas to shame.”

Nina giggled. “My daddy’s kind of good at what he does.” She pulled at his hand as they run up the walk. The door was kind of cool as it had a programmed pad where she could just swipe her thumbprint. Once inside, she still had to punch in a code. The one she punched in re-locked up the house, but there was an alternate one that would summon an armed response. She wasn’t 100% sure what her father did, but it had something to do with selling high technology defense systems to needy countries and as he had explained, “Bad people might try to prevent him from doing God’s work.”

She had just nodded and asked if she could have an advance on her allowance. He had grinned and taken care of transferring another chunk of money to her account. She had a trust fund but her father subsidized it, which she appreciated.

Cloud smiled at the girl and looked over at the elegant, white carpeted stairs. “Anyone else at home,” he asked.

“No, daddy’s got some business meeting and my brother’s away at college for another week or so.”

Cloud opened his pants and pushed his underwear down enough to give her a view of his beautiful cock. She loved the look of it, so full and thick. He had beautiful pale skin, fairer than her own at least his cock was fairer. He obviously didn’t sunbathe nude. She smiled, feeling her mouth water as she looked at him. His balls were beautifully heavy, she remembered. She dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth, moaning a little in the back of her throat as she began to suck. In the distance, the family answering machine sounded. Her brother was coming home.

 

[The_PG]

Brian hung up the phone with a look of amusement on his face. Why expected anyone to answer the telephone was quite beyond him. After placing the cordless in it's cradle he moved back towards his desk; one last final and then he would be free! For the entire summer! It wasn't that he didn't like or appreciate school, it was just boring. He wasn't having fun. While he found his studies interesting and challenging, they weren't like some of the studies he had done in the past as a student under the... Hmmm... Being an English major he should know the correct word to describe Mr. Coyle, but describing a teacher like him was rather difficult. So Brian was finding as he stared lazily at the pages in front of him. He'd already memorized most of the important parts, and he just needed a quick refresher before he could sell the book on Ebay to the next round of lab rats that would be subjected to Professor Whitley's studies.

The consummate Mr. Coyle? That was cute, but not quite as grand as the word Brian was looking for, still he doubted he would really find it as he was trying to study. So instead of worrying about a single word he focused on the text at hand. While he never understood the logic behind English majors taking science courses he'd found them quite interesting. Biology, specifically, was something he had always been very interested in ever since he had begun helping Mr. Coyle in their studies. With the experiments they'd performed... Well... Any testosterone bearing male would find them relentlessly interesting. How could any boy, really, pass up the chance to experiment on the opposite sex in a seemingly safe environment.

It was only after the fact that Brian had learned how unsafe the settings really were, but with Mr. Coyle in control it was easy to feel safe. Brian still felt strangely attached to his teacher, but the blind following was gone. As the student learns more, he listens to the teacher more carefully, if only to find things that he does not agree with or wishes to change. Nothing specifically ever came to Brian's mind, but there was always a sadistic and demented way that Mr. Coyle approached his experiments. At times Brian figured the man might even kill if something ran a muck with his experiments, but nothing had ever run a muck. Well, not to the degree that it would ever involve killing or something similarly drastic. There had once been a lawsuit or two, and a few runaways, or so he said anyways. He had also said that he had been prepared and squashed all of these, apparently even a teacher from their little neighborhood had enough influence to affect the United States Judicial system. That was a lot of clout.

Ever since leaving for school Brian had let his own experiments drop off drastically as he felt that phase of his life was over, but after a year of dating, parties, and boozing he'd found that it just wasn't enough. All of the chicks he was drawn to, underclassmen or not, were the submissive type. In fact he was positive that three or four of his girlfriends had experimented more then a little with bondage. Such things could not be ignored, so during his second year back at school he'd begun experimenting again, and already his name was well known around the college by all of the females. Of course it was a two-edged sword. The feminist thought he was chauvinist, the fags thought he played both ways because he was 'kinky' and the guys all thought he was a pimp. A fucking P.I.M.P. That was the one that Brian could never understand. He got jealous if he saw someone talking to his girl, let alone touching her, and if they kissed? Well... Brian's temper was also well known around campus as well.

"Fucking cake man.... I wanna go home..."

With that mumble he returned to the book. He wanted to maintain his A average. He wanted perfection; something he'd never reached with experiments because of his emotional levels. Still he had been a productive student to Mr. Coyle. One of the things he couldn't wait for when he returned home for the summer was getting involved in a few more games. His latest submissive at school had been rather... Boring, and he was hoping that Mr. Coyle had at least one experiment he could entrust into his emotional hands.

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Most of the students remarked at how tired Mr. Coyle looked, but his teaching hardly changed. It was just the bags under his eyes that gave him away, and the fact that they caught him napping whenever he had a free period. Most of the kids in Marino High were not scared of Brodie, but they respected him because they were really afraid. They knew he would not hesitate to get involved, and he seemed to have a very strange way of knowing anything they tried to hide from him. Cutting, drugs, sex, booze, it was infused into the blood of every Marino High student and Mr. Coyle knew if any of his kids were involved. Even the "good Catholics" and "looser Christians" weren't above his suspicions, and his suspicions were always right.

He had been up most of the night tightening up some of his videos and voice clips. He was about to try and reach a client who to this point and time had been fairly untouchable. Nina's father was a high level Government Service employee. Which meant while he wasn't a military officer, he had Top Secret clearances up the ass and a reputation that had to be above reproach. To this day any and everyone of Brodie's advertisements had failed miserably, but now he had something much more personal, much more hypnotic for any man. Any father. To Nina's father it would look like a replica, in exact copy, it would sound just like her and look just like her, but there was no way a God fearing man could believe that his daughter was the little slut. That she actually was.

It had to be a decoy. It had to be a fake. He would try and try and try to convince himself of this fact for perhaps a week. Maybe more, maybe less time. Brodie wasn't too sure, but once he heard that little girl say those words. Daddy, fuck me. In a voice so like his daughter, it wouldn't matter how many times he told himself it was unlike her.

Getting the clip, the audio, and toying with it just enough to make him disbelief enough that he wanted to believe had been hard, but Brodie was fairly confident that this time. This time his advertisements would place their hooks inside of Nina's father and never, ever let go. He had sent the advertisement this morning, while the man was at work, so that when he returned home to check his private, work email, he would find it waiting. Brodie expected a phone call just to make sure it wasn't a scam, but his advertisements were never a scam. Then it would be time to wait. Well... There was time for other things too.

All of this periods students were eager because of the rumors that Mr. Coyle was letting them watch a video after a quick review for the test tomorrow. That rarely happened, and while they didn't show it they were surprised to find him bright eyed and awake. The bags were gone.

Of course none of them would know the answer, but neither did they concern themselves with it. The movie was still played after a short, concise review of the test, and then Mr. Coyle was behind his desk doing something on the computer. Like all of the rooms in the school he had upped the amount of cameras in his own room, and Brodie was busy keeping an eye on Nina. Today she had a silver bullet vibe tucked into her tight little cunt, and a thick plug in her even tighter asshole. The plug wasn't for stimulation so much as a necessity because of the cum still mixing in that area. While that particular clip hadn't made it into her fathers advertisement it had been added to a much broader highlight video that Brodie would release sometime in the future.

Over the rest of the weekend Nina had been left to Cloud. She might even have thought she'd won, but that thought quickly was removed from her mind as Brodie simply added Private Daniels to the game. While she'd never understand, Brodie simply considered the man like he considered the toys stuck inside of her most private places. Just a tool. The night before they had gone on a date, and Cloud's endearing personality had kept Nina Marie wet much of the night. They had fucked at his place, and in his car after he had dropped her off. Then one last time in the middle of the night with Nina's parents sleeping soundly two doors down the hall.

Brodie had commanded the last time, and the reason for Nina obeying his command was irrelevant to him.

She had done it, and sneaked the Private into the house in the early hours of the morning. Unexpectedly he had taken her ass, after working up her already aroused pussy. Mysteriously Brodie had mentioned the possibility, but it had been Cloud's idea to plug it for school the next day. That had surprised Brodie just as much as Nina, and while by now she was most certainly thinking they were working together, they were not, not yet anyways. Brodie was thinking through the possibility, but he hadn't decided now anymore then he had last night as he watched the strong military man ream Nina in the ass as she cried out in pleasure; sweat streaming down her tight teenage body. Brodie wondered for a moment if he looked nearly as good as the ripped soldier when he fucked Nina, but dismissed the possibility quickly. He wasn't fat, ugly, or out of shape. But he wasn't ripped like a porn star either. In fact, because of the soldiers good lucks he wondered whether to add that clip to the highlights, as some of his more critical clients might assume it wasn't exactly legit. What the hell, he had decided, if they didn't believe him they could go get off in some dirty whore house. He didn't give two shits. Not with his huge list of clientele.

Hopefully it would be one name longer by the end of the week.