Introduction Part 3

“Football practice is cancelled,” Marcus lamented, sitting down beside you during lunch. “Coach Matthews looked like he was about to stroke out when he told us.”

“What’s their thinking with that?” You asked, “surely with the team training together there’s safety in numbers.”

“Coach made the same point, but apparently the cops aren’t having it.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “This shit is getting out of hand. Five people now, aren’t we in serial killer territory?”

“Technically we don’t know that anyones dead,” Tina put in helpfully, “it’s just disappearances instead of a full on homicide investigation.”

Marcus scoffed at that. “No one’s heard from these women in weeks. If they turn up again I’m guessing it’ll be as little chunks floating in the lake.”

“Cops don’t seem to have gotten anywhere with it,” you muttered, frustration colouring your voice. “All these patrols and rules, the sicko hasn’t been deterred at all.”

Tina opened her mouth to say something but was cut off as a dark shape cut through the air and exploded across her face. Chocolate milk soaked through her shirt, down her pants.

You spun around and saw three girls standing a little ways off, smirking at the sight of your friend covered in milk. Stacy Chapman and two of her cronies, Becca Heely and Maria Hernandez.

Even with a black eye, Stacy was hot, you had to admit that. All of the girls in that clique were attractive as hell, it was just a shame they had the charm of pit vipers.

“Hey dyke, got milk?”

Tina leapt over the table at once, a snarl on her lips as she advanced on the trio. You and Marcus exchanged a glance and hurried after her, **** to keep things from getting out of hand.

“I’m gonna fucking KILL YOU,” Tina howled, winding up to hit them.

It was all you and Marcus could do to hold her back. The girl worked out and she was in a rage, hissing and snarling even as the two of you tried to calm her down.

“Someone put that bitch on a leash,” Stacy laughed, an ugly expression on her otherwise pretty face. “Maybe the psycho can do us all a favour and take her next.”

You spun around and confronted Stacy. “Why don’t you just back the fuck off?”

A smirk played at her plump lips and you could see an insult on its way out of her mouth. But then something happened. Her eyes suddenly fixed on your hand and she grew still. Her entire expression shifted from smugness to vacancy to intense fixation. Her breathing began to grow heavy, her tongue bathing her lips unconsciously.

Maria frowned at her friend. “Stacy?” She followed her friend’s eye and she too grew still.

You felt a throbbing warmth in your hand and when you looked down you understand what had caught the girls attention. The tiny Ruby of your ring seemed to shine particularly well in that moment.

Quickly ticking it into your pocket it seemed that whatever trance the girls were in vanished. They looked confused for a moment, frowned vacantly at you and then each other.

“W-whatever …losers, ” Stacy said hesitantly, looking very pale. “Let’s …go girls.”

The whole thing was so bizarre, but as you watched them retreat you couldn’t help but feel the ring on your hand pulse again.

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Your sleep was fitful that night. The swirling darkness of your **** mind was constantly assaulted with a barrage of sensations. A soft touch, a delicate whisper, fleshing moving together in a vibrant and seductive rhythm. You felt yourself surrounded by dozens of warm bodies, pressing and caressing against you, intoxicating you with their smooth firmness.

A spike of pleasure shot from your groin and in your mind’s eye you glanced down. You saw Stacy and her two friends, naked and servicing you with absolute devotion, their lips suckling and bathing every inch of your cock.

Not only did you feel a building sense of pleasure, you felt powerful. You knew, somehow, that you had these women completely within your grasp and that they would do anything for you.

Soon, a voice whispered in your ear. Soon…

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