Things go badly, very badly.

On one of the last nights in London, the night after Ralph’s man Geoff had walked in on them having sex, Ralph and Kira walked to a nearby pub to enjoy a pint and a hot meal.

Ralph’s men were loading the trucks, and strapping everything down. Geoff wasn’t with them, but they said he was off sourcing a few final items on the list to pick up in the industrial market.

“We should be careful with Geoff,” Kira said. “I have a strong ability to feel what people are feeling, very nearly what they are thinking, and something isn’t right with him.”

“Geoff?” Ralph asked, surprised. “He was worked for me since he was a boy, he just enjoyed your beauty lass, a normal thing for a young man. He’s harmless to us.”

Kira looked at him, giving him a rare stern look.

“He looked at me and considered **** me, right then,” Kira replied. “And when he looked at you he considered ****, I felt it.”

Ralph paused, that was deep, “when we get back I will deal with it, we will talk to him and set things right.”

Ralph and Kira were walking down a narrow alley headed toward the pub, and they were not all that worried. Ralph was strong, able to lift things a normal human would never be able to, and he had a loaded pistol, an old revolver.

Kira and her father had discovered that the changes that happened when someone was brought into their powers differed, not everyone was the same. It was like it amplified strengths they already possessed to some degree, creating different strengths.

Her father had become stronger, taller and had become a sexual machine, but what had grown most was his intellect. Already a smart man, perhaps a genius, he had since been the quickest thinker she had ever seen. There was nothing he couldn’t learn.

He had learned how to build a molten salt reactor from reading theory on it from two hundred years before. He had solved a worldwide sickness, he had built a worldwide portfolio of wealth, hidden in dozens of locations, waiting until it was needed.

He could learn anything, it seemed his intelligence and wisdom was unchartable.

Kira had grown in beauty, to a degree they had only witnessed with her. Her physical features were beautiful before she ever fucked her dad, but now her beauty was singular. The sort of physical beauty that people in past eons might have worshipped.

There likely wasn’t a more beautiful woman on the planet. Also Kira had developed a powerful empathic ability. It was common among them, but not like she had.

Kira could tell if a person was being honest by just looking at them. She could feel love unlike others, and she couple please a lover like nobody else in the world for it.

Their daughter Amber was beautiful, nearly a twin to Kira. But without as much beauty, and without her curves.

But what seemed to be amplified in her was her devious nature. Her deeply seated urge for power.

She had wanted power and prestige, and had been willing to do anything to get it. Building something of a sex house in Paris in an old mansion where she operated a high end brothel in plain sight.

She had built a customer base of the rich and powerful in Paris, having leverage over many elites.

The twins, her sons, had been blessed by incredible physical strength, similar to Ralph, but unlike Ralph they took quickly to Amber‘s way of looking at the world.

Ralph had grown a bit in height and a lot in strength, he was strong like the twins were, but had a more noble spirit. Kira was great judge of character and she liked him on first sight.

As strong as he was, and as good as his reflexes were, Ralph wasn’t worried in a city he knew as well as London. And he was quite a bit too overconfident about it.

When they rounded a narrow corner in the alley, Kira stopped, and Ralph looked at her, “what’s amiss lass?”

“Something isn’t right here…we need to go back,” she said softly, looking around.

Ralph turned to go back, he trusted Kira, and he saw Geoff standing before them, holding an old rifle from one of the many wars of the recent past.

Ralph looked behind him and saw several men behind him as well, all armed, and another two moved to stand beside Geoff, and they realized all the guns were pointed at them.

“What’s this Geoff?” Ralph said, his voice rising, “after all these years you mean to rob me?”

Geoff smiled, a smug look on his face, “I mean to do more than that Ralphie.” He laughed, “you have been keeping that beautiful tart just for yourself, that ends now. I mean to leave you floating in the Thames, I mean to take your shipyards for myself, and I mean to wear your whore’s pretty little cunt out…we are all going to enjoy having a go at her.”

Ralph’s hand slowly moved to his revolver, there were six men, three in front and three behind him, he didn’t see how he could get all six, but he had to try.

They meant to kill him and **** Kira, he couldn’t let that happen without a fight.

Kira knew what was happening, she could feel Ralph steadying himself for a gunfight, and she could feel the murderous intent on the other men.

Ralph looked at her, “down lass…” he whispered, and as he pulled his pistol Kira dropped to the ground, and she heard the loud pops of gunfire erupt around her.

Different volumes and different rates of fire, but a lot of shots, with one that sounded like a machine gun.

Kira’s head was briefly down, then she looked and saw Ralph on the ground beside her, shot many times. He wasn’t moving.

She looked up and saw Geoff standing over Ralph, two of his men were down, but Geoff and three others looked to be unharmed.

He then pointed his rifle at Ralph’s chest and fired at him, and a lot of shots rang out. Kira gasped, Ralph didn’t flinch or react, she was sure he was already dead.

“Throw him in the Thames lads, then take your wounded to the clinic,” he said roughly. “Then meet us in the inn, you know the room. You all get a turn with Ralph’s little whore as payment, along with the money. You can go all night in her, just for the one night.”

Kira watched as they dragged Ralph away, she could now see he was somehow still alive, she could nearly hear his heartbeat they were so well connected, but he was hurting very badly. There was a trail of blood as they dragged him away.

She had no idea if Ralph could survive this and being thrown in the freezing cold river. Her father thought they could survive almost anything, but it hadn’t been properly tested.

They bound Kira‘s hands and feet, gagged her and put a burlap sack over her head. “Not a word you fookin whore, or you go right in the Thames after Ralphie.”

Kira wasn’t a fighter, she had never been, she was afraid.

Then the largest of them put her over his shoulder and they took her back to the hotel quickly. She was quiet, and she didn’t struggle, now wasn’t the time. She needed to think, not to panic.

When they took the hood off of her, she was in a hotel room, somewhere above street level.

Kira was then tied down to the bed, but with enough slack to move around. But she remained gagged.

They used a knife to cut her clothing off, and the men with Geoff gasped when they saw her naked, having never seen anything even close to her beauty.

There was a quiet in the room, then Geoff spoke, “what did I tell you lads, worth the risk right? This tart fucked Ralph in the truck many times on the way down South, with me a few feet away.”

He walked over and squeezed one of her big tits, “she is a rutting whore lads, this will be the night of your lives…enjoy her.”

One of them looked at Geoff as he walked towards the door, “where are you off to?”

Geoff smiled, “I have to get the trucks ready to head back, tonight. Gonna leave Ralph’s more loyal men behind, in the river with Ralph if needs be.” He opened the door, “this is your one night to fuck her, don’t waste it lads. I will have her to myself for years after you are done, I can wait my turn.”

After he left, the three men took turns on Kira, having forceful sex with her. They fucked her hard, even violently.

These weren’t kind men, they were violent men. One of them choked her, another slapped her, and yet another held a knife against her throat as he fucked her. They were enjoying the power they had, and her fear.

She didn’t fight them, trying to think if there was a better way. She might be able to break the ropes tying her to the bed, but she couldn’t beat three men in a fight. She had never been in a fight.

They had her on her side on the bed, and took turns fucking Kira, pounding away while they held her wide hips and big muscular ass.

As her body shook back and forth, one of them moved her to her back and kept fucking her, admiring her breasts, “fuck…look at the tits on this whore…” he said as he fucked her. “Never seen tits this big before.”

He leaned down and sucked on one of Kira‘ tits, and pulled away, “lads…she’s making milk, she just had a kid.” He leaned back down and sucked her tits hard as he fucked her, enjoying the taste of her breastmilk, which was as healthy as anything a person could consume in the world at that time.

She tried using her seductive powers on them, but these men were drunk on **** and in a violent mood, which she thought might insulate someone from sexual persuasion.

For now, she let them have their way. When one of the men lowered her gag and put a knife to her throat, and she kept quiet.

“Your gonna suck some cock here tonight, don’t bite you fookin whore,” he said roughly.

Kira didn’t fight it, and she didn’t bite them. She played along. She couldn’t bring herself to put much effort into it, but she needed time to think.

When he came in her mouth, she swallowed it, not wanting to have a confrontation just yet. It was disgusting, but she **** herself to keep it down. She needed time.

As the night progressed, the men put her on her hands and knees and took turns split roasting her, and she had each of the men’s cocks in her mouth. She tasted cum several times, but the men were more interested in cumming inside of her. It had been decades since birth control had been available, so they thought they might be impregnating her.

They seemed to enjoy the idea of putting a baby in her, not knowing they had little possibility of it.

Geoff walked down to the dock where the last if the goods were being loaded onto Ralph’s trucks. He smiled, they were his trucks now.

His trucks, his docks…and his young whore upstairs, when his men were done with her. They were messing her up a bit, but he had told them not to mark her, she would clean up.

He planned to spend years putting his cum in Kira.

Ralph’s men were not around, which was odd, but Geoff figured they were off to the pub at an early hour. He wouldn’t miss the useless drunkards. He planned to end all of them as he had Ralph, he just needed them to get the load ready first.

Then he heard something behind him, and turned to see Ralph standing tall before him, he was nearly frightened out of his boots, he fell backward on his ass quite hard.

He went for a gun, Ralph’s revolver, and in his hurry and terror he fumbled and dropped it.

Then he was off the ground and in the air.

Geoff wasn’t a big man, 5’7” or so and lean, but while Ralph was maybe 6’3” and 225 pounds, in this moment as he saw the look on Ralph’s eyes, holding Geoff off is feet in the air by his neck, Ralph seemed like he was seven feet tall.

Ralph dropped Geoff hard and stood over him, “where is she?” He yelled at the smaller man.

Geoff looked for a way out…he had no help here. Two of the men he hired were dead and in the river, not making it off the ground to a doctor.

The other three were probably fucking Kira right now. He realized he should have stayed and shagged the sexy young woman, he shouldn’t have come here.

How had Ralph lived? They shot him a good twenty times, nobody could survive that. Least of all followed by an hour in a very cold River Thames, which was had some ice at its edges, as the temperature dropped. How had Ralph not died?

Ralph didn’t take the hesitation well, lifting a leg and stomping down on Geoff’s ankle, a loud snap was heard and Geoff yelled in pain.

“Tell me where she is and die well, delay and I give you my word you will die badly…” Ralph said in a menacing tone. “I will pull your limbs off…where is Kira?!?”

In the room with Kira, two of the men Geoff hired had left to go and get some beer and food, leaving one of them enjoying yet another round of fucking the impossibly beautiful Kira. He watched her large tits shake as he pounded her, having never seen anything like it.

He wanted to enjoy her body to the fullest, so he watched her body closely, trying to memorize her beauty. He wondered if maybe he could pay Geoff in the future for another turn, he was sure Geoff would sell an ass this beautiful given the chance.

This was only one man, Kira pulled at her bindings, maybe she could handle one man. She had to. She needed to see if Ralph was alive, he might need her.

She managed to get one hand out of a binding, made a fist and struck the man fucking her, and she didn’t do a lot of damage. She had never hit anyone before and she hadn’t gained anywhere near the strength her dad and Ralph had.

And the man took it poorly, “got a little fight in you? Do ya you whore!” He screamed in her face. He slapped her hard, then again, then punched her in the stomach, causing her to howl in pain.

Then as he resumed fucking her, his hands closed on her throat. “I’ll learn ya not to fight, ya fucking tart…”

Kira was afraid, she started to struggle to breathe, unable to fight with only one free hand.

The man was pounding away and got a wild and violent look in his eyes, balling his fist and hitting Kira in the side, smiling as she again screamed in pain.

“I will fucking learn you not to hit me…you fucking whore!” He slapped her again, and for a moment she saw stars, her vision going blurry. She could just hear him shouting at her again and again, calling her a whore.

Then suddenly, the man who was fucking her was lifted into the air and flew against a wall. She saw Ralph standing there now, staring angrily at the man. Ralph walked over to him, put his hands around the man’s throat, and an audible crack was heard as the man went limp.

Then Ralph tossed him into the corner, and his face softened as he walked over to Kira and untied her, “let’s find you some clothing lass,” he said in a soft tone of voice. “We need to leave. We need to leave London now.”

When free Kira lunged at Ralph, hugging him tightly, then looking closely at his body, at the holes in his clothing that didn’t lead to bullet holes, “are you ok Ralph? They shot you so many times…”

He smiled, “not enough lass, I woke up in the Thames, all the holes were closed. We heal fast, really fast, but we have to go.”

“But the bullet holes…” she said, her hand in a hole in his shirt, just over his heart.

“They closed, they closed quickly,” he said softly. “I felt the bullets getting pushed out and hitting the ground when I climbed out of the river. And every step I took back here I felt stronger.”

“Why go quickly, don’t we need to be careful about Geoff, he might have other men,” she replied.

“He is in the river, and people don’t heal up from what I did to him,” Ralph replied coldly. “I promise you that, he will never draw breath again.”

“I got the other two men outside of this inn, and that fella over there…well his neck is broke, he’s gone. We need to leave before whatever law is left here finds all the bodies.”

Ralph and Kira returned to their own hotel, and Ralph packed their things, as she took a hot bath and cleaned up. She had been ****, and she didn’t feel clean at all. Thankfully, with all of the other changes that had happened, she was resilient. She could rebound quickly.

Ralph changed his clothing, and washed up himself, cleaning off the residue of his own blood from wounds that no longer existed. He took his bullet ridden clothing with them, no need leaving anything behind for authorities to find.

Kira also spent what time she had cleaning herself, trying to wash the feel of the other men off of her.

An hour later Ralph and Kira were back in his truck, now with Ralph driving instead of Geoff obviously. The other men had asked about Geoff, but they didn’t push hard.

Geoff had been obvious in having bad intentions, they knew he wasn’t coming back. They didn’t know why, but they could see Ralph was in a dangerous mood and that his beautiful young lover was more quiet than normal.

So the two trucks started the long and ever more difficult trip back up to Wick, and then to their farm.

The trip up was not eventful, and Ralph’s men noticed how much more reserved Ralph and Kira were. They didn’t drink, keeping to themselves. They drove till late at night, got up and pushed on at dawn, and barely stopped for fuel and food.

On the remainder of the trip home, Ralph and Kira took no more time for sex. What had happened was jarring, and they needed to get far from London.

As the sky darkened from the ash, they worried the worst of humanity was still yet to be seen. They needed to get home.

When they got back to Wick, the contents of the trucks were sorted, with much of it staying at the dock, and Ralph and Kira driving off to the farm alone.

Ralph left them with a warning that a harsh winter was coming. They were told to secure the dock, and insulate their housing. They were to stock up on food and wood to burn for warmth, and to head south if they had to.

“There won’t be any supply runs for a while lads,” Ralph said. “I’ve left you plenty of money, and goods to trade. You will be on your own for a little while.”

One of his men complained at not knowing where Ralph was going to, but Ralph shut him down, “it isn’t for you to know lad, just do your part, I will see you again.”

When they pulled up to the farm, John and Grace met them at the gate, and noticed right away something had gone wrong, but they didn’t press them. The time for that story would come in their own time.