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			HOT SUMMER TALES
			Part 3: Highway to Hell
			By JB/NL <tsunami@xs4all.nl>

Marvin awoke from loud, repeated pounding on the door.
Flinging on some clothes, he walked up to the front door, complaining
that he had a doorbell, and there was no need to drum on his door, and ...
he unlocked the door and it instantly burst inwards, federal agents
restraining him and cuffing him, while others swept past into the house.
"What the fuck is going on," he demanded.
Instead of immediately answering him, the agent holding him down read him
his rights, then as he stuck the card away he took off his dark glasses.
"FBI, Special Agent Mason. We have reason to believe you are accessory to
multiple homicide, armed robbery, kidnapping and aggravated assault."
To the agent's surprise, Marvin started laughing.
"What's so funny, young man," he demanded, "it looks like you're in a whole
lot of trouble."
Marvin convulsed with laughter on the floor.
"And when," he guffawed," am I supposed to have done this, Mr. Mason ? I
haven't left this place other than for store and newsstand visits ever
since my father and his girlfriend left town on god knows what fucking
business they had."
The look on the agent's face was priceless; it went from confident to
doubtful, then angry, then dejected before turning into the previous,
confident mask, but the conviction behind it was gone.
"Well that," he said in clipped tones, "we'll just have to see from any
evidence we gather, not ?"
Marvin grinned, and a minute or so later another agent came from inside
and briefly conferred with Mason. They spoke in hushed tones, so Marvin
couldn't hear what they were saying, but when they were done their
demeanor changed radically.
the other agent pulled Marvin upright while Mason removed the handcuffs
from his wrists.
"I'm sorry," Mason said, "our information led us to believe you were 
armed and dangerous, and a perpetrator in the crimes we mentioned, rather
than a bystander. Please forgive our rough treatment - the case we're
investigating is quite violent and so are the people we're looking for."
Except, Marvin knew, they don't even exist anymore. So you can look for
all you want - the only trace you'll ever find of them are the bikes parked
at the old steel mill.
"Apology accepted," Marvin said congenially. "Now, is there anything I can
do to help your investigation, Mr. Mason ?"
"Do you know any of these people," Mason asked, opening a folder and
showing Marvin a series of photo's.
"Yeah, a few of those faces look familiar," he said, pointing out Vamp and
her crew, "that's the crowd my dad hung out with sometimes. Bad people."
"I see. Well, if you see any of them, or hear from them, would you please
be so kind to let us know soonest ? Your cooperation would be very much
appreciated by the Bureau."
The federal agents filed out of the apartment leaving Marvin alone to
clean out the mess they had made of his place.
Good thing, he thought, that I keep the money and the arcane goodies in my
hidden room. It's a pain, for sure, to get and put back stuff, but it's
also very safe.

Having cleaned up the house, Marvin went throug his daily routine, and just
as he wanted to turn in for the night the doorbell sang.
Annoyed, but also curious, at who might visit him at this time of day, he
went to the door, put it on the burglar chain and cracked it open. "Yeah ?"
An arm snaked around it, holding a small, silenced automatic weapon, and he
dove to the ground as it popped away, bullets flying around.
Terrified, he fled into the apartment, looking back to see a pair of bolt
cutters being used on his front door to gain entry.
Hastily, he locked himself in his old room, threw open the window, and
scrambled into his hidden room and waited.
He heard muffled voices, heard glass break, punctuated by silenced gunfire
a few times, folowed by the sound of shattering glass.
The door to his old bedroom shattered, followed by a roar of frustration.
"Fuck," he heard a muffled, unrecognizable voice say, "that guy's got guts,
jumping down three floors to escape."
"Or just lucky," another voice with a heavy Hispanic accent said. "Come,
let's go - he can't be far off, and I want to make him die very slowly for 
slaughtering my compadres."
Waiting a few minutes, he peeked through the periscope he had mounted in
the hidden room, enabling him to view all around, including down.
A gang of heavily armed men stood conferring at the bottom of the building,
and Marvin realized with an ice cold feeling these must be the mates of the
men Vamp, Dana and his dad had robbed in the next state. And that made them
really, really, seriously bad people. With guns. And he doubted they would
listen to reason or arguments.
Pacing the room he considered his options.
He would have to stay the night in the hidden room - no problem; he had 
done that before, and could do it again.
But they would come back again, and he doubted that next time he would get
the opportunity to escape so easily.
Go to the Feds ? With the bag of money lying at his feet ? They'd throw him
in jail so fast ... and he doubted he had the mental stamina to stand up
to a thorough interrogation too.
He broke out in cold sweat. What to do. What to do. How to get out of this
one alive.
	He could flee of course, but if he did, the Feds would assume he
was part of the gang and put out a federal warrant on him.
He wouldn't last long that way either.
If he stayed, he'd become a casualty of the messy situation.
What to do. What to do. Can't stay. Can't flee. What to do, what to do.
He looked around his little panic room. The Dana dolls on a shelf. His
magic book on the pedestal. The bag of money standing in the corner. The
arcane circle in the middle of the room.
What had he gotten into. And worse, how was he going to get out of it.
Dejected, he sat down in the chair at the pedestal and began paging the
magic tome, not even bothering to use his hands, preferring to turn the
pages by force of thought alone.
Magic. Maybe the solution lay therein.
He leaved through the various sections, but found nothing to help him.
No spell, no artefact, no item, nothing in his book could help him get out
of this one. Somehow, he had to really vanish, disappear, start anew.
His thoughts dragged to the magic circle again. Maybe ...
	On a whim, he called Desdemona.
She stepped out of the wall into the small room and saw him sulking in the
chair behind the pedestal.
"Something wrong ?" she asked, "you don't look like you're in the mood for
another great fuck."
"No, I'm not," she said. "I'm out of options. I can't get out of here, 
because everything I do will only get me killed."
"And what do you want me to do about it? What can I do about it ? I'm just
your succubus, not your counsellor, and definitely not your fix-it man."
"Take me with you."
Desdemona raised a carefully epicured eyebrow.
"You are that desperate that you are willing to take the risk to come to
my world ? Do you even know what you're proposing ?"
"No, but it beats being shot to pieces a limb at a time, or rotting in 
jail for the rest of my life."
"That's your other options ?"
"Basically yes."
Desdemona let out a deep sigh and shook her head.
"You have no idea what you're asking me to do. In your world, I am your
servant, even willingly so now that I know you better. In my world, I will
be your mistress, and you will live and die at my mercy. And don't think
that your fates in my world are any less gruesome than the options open to
you in this world. So think this over carefully, because when you go,
there will be no going back. Ever."
"There has to be a way," Marvin said, determined.
"Oh, there are several in fact. The only problem is you don't qualify for
any of them. You're becoming a good warlock, but your powers are totally
inadequate to shield you when you're in my world. If I were you, I would
take what I could and flee this place. "
"And risk a federal warrant ?"
"If you stay you're a dead man. At least it buys you time. And I have a few
contacts in this world where you may be able to hide, even if only for a
little while. I'm willing to help you - but according to the rules of my
kind I have to demand payment for that service."
"What's the price ?"
"You will have to fuck me once every six days, for at least six hours and
six minutes, for as long as you require my assistance. I will make you
amenable, but you must last me at least that amount of time. Your cum is a
nice bonus, but you must remain hard, ready and active at least that long.
Those are the standard terms, I'm sorry, I can't cut you any slack however
much I'd want to. I'm still a succubus, and that's the standard payment
for those services."
"Do I have to decide right now ?"
"No. But when you do, make sure you have 6 hours and 6 minutes of time
away from sunlight, because I need the first payment up front."
"I'll let you know. Thank you."
Desdemona shook her head. "You're nice guy, Marvin. But you're also very
naive. Remember, you have to fuck me for 6 hours and 6 minutes. That means
I'm not doing anything other than giving you a stimulating experience but
you make all the action, and I'll determine how fast you have to fuck.
And I like it fast, hard and long with no breaks."
Marvin paled visibly, and Desdemona laughed.
"I'll think about it again," she said, in cold sweat at the thought.
"That's all then ?" she pouted.
"Well, I could at least give you a hug."
"Come to mommy," Desdemona cooed as she pulled Marvin up into her massive,
swelling dark red cleavage, holding the hug for a few minutes, feeling his
raging hardon through his pants.
She set him down and looked at him "Still sure you don't want that fuck ?"
"As much as it pains me to say so - yes, I'm still sure. Sorry. I really
promise to it up to you another time, OK ?"
"Promised," she replied. "Better not let me down then!"
She jumped up and vanished in the ceiling of the room, leaving Marvin's
head spinning with conflicting emotions and thoughts.
Sleep first, he thought, grabbing the Dana-2 doll off the shelf and using
his magic to inflate it, laid down on top of it with his head between the
giant breasts, and fell asleep.

Marvin woke to hear voices in the apartment.
He concentrated, and listened, and realized it was the Feds who had come
back - probably called by some other resident after last night's action.
Maybe they think I'm dead, the thought flashed through his mind.
He sat down and listened as they combed through the apartment, eventually
reaching the same conclusion as the drug gang.
"Dumb kid," he heard Mason say, "he probably broke his neck on impact, or
else his legs. The Muertos Negro will have done the rest, including 
disposal of the body."
The Black Death! Marvin gulped back his bile. Those idiot bikers had hit
the damn Black Death gang! Oh Marvin, he thought, his mood sinking like
a brick, you're in real trouble now. The Feds think you're dead and you
have the Black Death visit your place. Good thing they didn't see you, so
they don't know whom to look for.
He waited until the Feds were gone before crawling out of the safe room
into the apartment. The place was a mess. Everything breakable was broken,
and everything that wasn't had been ripped, torn, slashed or used for
target practice, down to the refrigerator.
Stuffing whatever clothing was still wearable into a travel bag, he decided
now was as good a time as any to get the hell out of Dodge.
Returning to the Safe Room, he packed the few things he really needed to
take with him in a small suitcase, and dropped the bag, the duffel and the
suitcase down the old laundry chute, before dropping a rope down it and
sliding down himself.
Pushing the cart through the disused cellar he located the back	door,
checked it was clear, loaded his car with his luggage, and without looking
back, left town.
He had officially ceased to exist.
	As he drove away from the city, he began to laugh.
His problems, all of them, had been solved. Well, temporarily at least.
Somewhere down the road he would have to find sanctuary and a new identity
so he could continue his life.
That could wait, he thought, first I gotta get a lot of distance between
me, the Black Death, the Feds and my old life. 
Lest any of them overtake me.
Careful to heed the speed limit and rules of the road, as getting caught
by an overactive policeman might undo his situation, as well as trigger
a whole lot of questions - none of which he particularly wanted to answer.
Staying overnight at a small motel that didn't ask too many questions, he
slept uneasily, got up early, fueled up at the gas station next to it, and
kept driving, no destination or goal in mind.

A week or so later he found himself in the eastern states, driving
down an anonymous two-lane highway, feeling bored, but also anxious.
Life on the road was harder than he had imagined, and although he literally
had money to burn, spending it in any amounts above subsistence requirement
would be dangerous - it might attract unwanted attention, which was the
very last thing he wanted.
He needed a place to settle down for a while, someplace he could stay for
longer than a night in a stained, dirty bed in an insect-infested motel.
Briefly his mind turned to thoughts of crime, but he shook it off. No.
That was a step he wasn't - yet - willing to take. He had to keep his
choices and options open.
There had to be a better way. A place he could go and be undisturbed, but
still have supplies to last him a while. But how. And where.
He hungered for another wild romp with Desdemona again, hell, having had
nothing for the time he had been running from his former life.
Driving into a large city, through some seriously dilapidated and rundown
neighborhoods, he wondered what kind of action he might be able to
generate here. He needed a fuck, he needed it now, and didn't have either
the space or the privacy to call his succubus.
A street with women strutting in skimply clothing in front of gaudy, loud
and crude wall-mounted advertisements for the pleasures within caught his
eyes.
"Well, well," he mumbled, "looks like I found what I needed for some fast
relief down below."
	Cruising into the street he began 'sizing up' what was on offer,
finding nothing and nobody he considered really interesting, then turned a
corner, intending to go round the block for another pass, when he spotted
a woman that took his fancy.
She was fair-skinned, rather tall, her long blonde hair pulled tightly
back in a braid coming off the top of her head; she was clad in skintight
red and black latex, using only a rubbery black jacket to cover up her
second skin nudity. She had small, pointed breasts with the nipples poking
hard into her red latex top, but Marvin didn't mind. He knew how to solve
that particular problem.
He pulled up next to her and she leaned down into the passenger side.
"Hello stranger," she said in a hoarse, smoky voice. "Whatcha want ?"
"How much ?"
"Depends what you want. If you're just looking to get laid, fifty. If
you want to do more or kinkier stuff than that, price goes up."
Marvin smiled, "I was thinking five hundred for the night, no questions,
no limits."
She pursed her lips, then smiled and opened the passenger door.
"Stranger, you just bought Arianna's services for the night."
"Well Arianna, you wouldn't happen to know any quiet places where we can
engage in some really kinky stuff, do you ?"
"As a matter of fact," she smiled with her full, dark purple lipsticked
lips at him, winking her enchanting green eye, "I do. If you flash me some
cash, I'll show you a place where we can do very dirty stuff."
"Well then," Marvin said, pulling a 100 from his pocket, waving it in front
of her, "show me."

Killing his lights, Marvin turned into the abandoned warehouse and parked
the car inside, and Arianna closed the door behind them.
While she was out of the car, Marvin cast a detection spell, wanting to be
sure they were really alone, and that this wasn't some form of elaborate
setup to entrap out-of-towners.
Convinced they were alone, he waited for her to get back into the car, then
relit his lights and drove deeper into the large, empty structure.
"You come here more often," he said to Arianna.
"Yep," she said. "I camp out here a lot when I'm not hooking. And sometimes
even when I am, like now, to get some privacy with a john."
She steered him towards a back office, and they got out, she leading the
way inside, and when they entered the old office, now an improvised living
space, Marvin seized his chance and let fly his control spell.
She stopped dead in her tracks, then fell over forwards, crumpling like a
rag doll, onto her sleeping spot.
Marvin swore, afraid he'd accidentally killed her, then checked her pulse
and her breathing, finding both OK.
Rolling her over on her back, he saw her eyes were locked onto infinity.
Snapping his fingers and holding out his hand, his tome appeared there,
and he quickly found what he needed.
"Stand up," he commanded her, and she did so.
Planting his lips firmly on hers, Marvin mumbled arcane words and breathed
out, felt her go limp again, collapsing again.
He sighed, checked her vitals again to be sure, then commanded her to
stand up again, which she dutifully did.
Inspecting his handywork, he closed his tome and walked back to the car,
telling her to pack up the bedroll and follow him. As he walked away, she
fell in behind him, bedroll under her arm, eyes blank.
He put the tome safely back in the suitcase behind his seat, amazed at the
power of the control spell he had managed, but still annoyed he couldn't
do a simple item-return trick. Oh well, he had some other magic practice
in mind for later.
He walked to a large, clear, dry area of the warehouse, with Arianna still
following him, and told her to put the bedroll down and lay down on it.
Sitting down next to her he pondered where to start. Well, not before he
had a good look what he had to work with, he thought, and peeled off her
red latex top, and failing to get it off the way he wanted, he just ordered
her to take it off, revealing her smallish, firm breasts to him, nipples
swollen from the constant rubbing against the latex.
"Kinky girl," he mumbled. "Let's see how bigger ones look on you."
Telling her to cover up again, he put his hands on the latex covering
her breasts and spoke a growth spell, then pulled his hands away as the
latex began bagging and piling up, stopping the spell.
Sighing, he undid the spell, encasing her chest again in tight red latex,
and recast the spell, trusting he had it right this time around.
Laying his hands on her breasts again, he was rewarded this time feeling
her small mounds slowly grow under the red material, filling it further and
further out, and as he made her grow, he wondered just how much her top
was able to take, hearing it creak and stretch like a balloon as her breasts
bulged from under it, reaching basketball size.
Observing his handiwork like an artist would his painting, he decided he
wanted more.
Pinching her small nipples through the latex, he spoke the spell again,
feeling rewarded as the little buttons got bigger under the stretched red
material, holding the spell until they were roughly the size of a soda can
before letting go.
Telling her to sit up on her knees, he laid down on the bedroll, got out
of his pants and pulled her towards him, then swelled his hard dick between
her still-captive breasts, up in her face, ordering her to blow him.
Unable to do anything but comply, she began pleasuring his enormous dick,
while he began growing her breasts again, the latex getting thinner, his
dick feeling tighter, squashed between her trim body and her balloon boobs,
her mouth and tongue working her technique on him.
Damn, Marvin thought, she's good.
Letting his dick return to normal after telling her to stop, he got up
from under her beach ball boobs, still squashed and pulled in by her 
stretchy top, and turned her around and bent her over, laying her down on
her breasts, this time growing her top, letting her breasts slip back into
it until most of the skin was contained in it.
Putting his hands on her ass, he quickly let it swell to twice its size,
her black latex pants protesting loudly against her new bottoms, before
giving her mound a similar, even longer treatment, forcing her legs apart.
He tried pushing his fingers into her cunt through the black latex, cursing
when it felt too tight, resorted to magic, then pushed his dick into her
latex-lined love hole, then fucked her, every thrust a breast growth spell,
shooting the energy from climax into her nipples, hearing rather than seeing
her enlarged latex top rip and split apart before being showered with its
remains.
	She was riding up against a pair of fleshy mountains, half covered
in her lacquer red top, stretching upwards and sideways into the warehouse,
and when he walked around, he gasped as he saw her massive nipples, each
easily the size of a small truck.
Oh fuck, he thought. I've gone too far. I'll never be able to get her back
to a more managable size. What do I do ?
Briefly he panicked, before reason set in. Relax, he thought. You got her
up, you can get her down again. Easy, stud.
Walking around to her body, he placed his hands on her soft, wobbly breasts
and spoke the reverse spell. Nothing. Again. Nothing. Louder. Nothing.
Grabbing her ass, he put a reverse spell on there. Nothing either.
He kept trying various things, but nothing seemed to work.
Realizing that if he didn't start solving this now he would have a really
huge problem come morning, he resorted to summoning Desdemona.
She'll have my head, he thought. She'll have my head for being so fucking
stupid and overeager. And for not calling her.
"You called, Marv ... oh my my, you've been a busy boy."
"I've been stupid," he said, eyes cast down.
"Let me be the judge of that. Did you fuck her ?"
"Yes. But it's all still in there."
"Explain."
"Couldn't get her rubber pants off so I made myself an entry by growing
the fabric into her cunt."
"Clever boy, protected against anything she might have and still get the
full distance. Why so gloomy ?"
"I can't get her to go down in size again. My spells don't work. Anywhere."
"Why would you ?"
"Because a mind controlled woman in a warehouse with gas balloons for tits
poses more questions than I'm willing to answer."
"Well, since you already have prepared her, I could take her."
"What do I get in return ?"
"Knowledge. I'll teach you a few handy tricks, but at the condition that I
am the next one you have sex with."
"Well, what are we waiting for then. Let's do it."
He began fondling her large breasts and kissing her on her belly, but she
pushed him away.
"Not now," she said, hurt, "it's too close to dawn, and you wanted to clean
up in here."
"Sorry. OK, where do we start ?"
"Right here," Desdemona said, her long fingers rubbing over Arianna's 
swollen mound, effortlessly pushing the woman's body up before putting her
lips to the swollen hooker's cunt, drinking out his seed from her.
After she was finished, she put Arianna down again, licking her lips.
"Good work in there," she praised.
Quickly she finished off Arianna, hanging the remains like a scarf around
her neck, before conjuring up a book.
"This book," she said, "will teach you a lot of useful things. It's yours."
"Thank you."
"Just don't forget: I'm your next fuck," she remembered him.
"Naturally. You'd better go. Sunrise comes soon, and I gotta start making
miles. There'll be questions and I don't want to be around to answer them."
"My offer still stands, you know."
"I don't think I can front the price, like you pointed out."
Smiling enigmatically, she sank into the floor, vanishing from view, and he
got in his car, sliding the book under his seat. He had a lot of miles to
make today.

For the next two weeks Marvin camped out at a deserted cabin in the woods,
reading, studying, the book Desdemona had given him, before fulfilling
the promise she had extracted from him.
They had made it a really wild wide, alternately he on top, then she on top,
before he let loose his load inside her.
He was lying on her, nuzzled up to her large soft breasts, playing with the
nipple, kissing her.
He felt her shift, then she pulled him up, raking his body over her boobs
until his eyes were level with hers.
Putting his arms around her, he hugged her, felt her warm demonic arms
reprocicate it.
"I've got a confession to make," he said shyly, burying his head in her
shoulder, hugging her tighter.
"Well, what is it," she asked, massaging his back with her hands.
"I think," he said, "I've fallen in love with you."
Her hands stopped.
"Dangerous and foolish," she said, "Don't love a succubus, just enjoy her
presence - even if it kills you."
"I can't help it, I mean ... you're ... ," he began crying softly.
"It's alright," she said softly, and to her own surprise, a single tear
formed in the corner of her own eye.
She touched it and felt it. Strange. This was new to her.
"Desdemona ?"
"Yes Marvin ?"
"I ... I'm sorry, I ... I ... I really love you. Really."
She felt him hug her, felt and heard him sobbing, and felt tears well up
in her eyes. Why, she thought. Why am I crying ? Succubi don't cry. Well,
apart from when it suits our needs to. Unless I ...
	Suddenly the door of the cabin burst inwards and hot, sulfuric
air blasted in, and bright, flickering, burning light filled the room.
A seductive silhouette, well, apart from the two large horns growing out
of her head, appeared in the doorway, blazing red eyes staring at them.
"You," it hissed, pointing at Desdemona. "You have betrayed us! Your own
kind! We can sense your feelings for this feeble human! Well, you can have
them! And him! And you can keep him! We strip you of rank, title, holdings,
and privileges. Your powers we leave you with, so you will forever be
cursed to remember what you once were. In fact, Mother grants you a new
one - to walk the light of day like these miserable humans, so you may
sooner become of of their weak, insignificant kind! Never return to Hell,
unless you are prepared to face Mother's infinite wrath!"
With a fiery, blazing roar, the figure and the light vanished, swallowed
by the earth beneath, leaving large scorch marks on the cabin floor.
Marvin had cowered in her arms at the apparition, and she had shielded
him from the worst of the heat.
"Who or what was that," he asked her, while she was sitting on the bed,
stunned from the malevolent apparition they had just witnessed.
She bent her head. "That was one of Lilith's lieutenants, Iskaria."
"Lilith ?"
"Our Mother in Hell, First of the Succubi."
"She doesn't sound like a very nice person."
"Oh, she's more beautiful than anyone you have ever seen. But, and now I
can say this without reprisal since I have been cast out anyway, she's
rotten to the bone. Her beauty belies her corruption and ancient power."
"So, what do we do now ?" he asked, dejectedly.
Sighing, she took off the collar he had given her on their first meeting.
"You don't need this anymore," she said. "I couldn't harm you if I tried.
Yes Marvin, I confess I love you too."
"so, what do we do now ? Looks like we're both homeless now," he said, 
sitting on the edge of the bed. "And not only that, I hope you have a very
good disguise if we're to travel around."
"How so ?"
"Explaining a 7 plus feet tall, extremely curvaceous, gorgeous-looking
dark red skinned woman in very revealing clothing can get really awkward,
day or night. Then there's the problem that we both officially don't exist."
"We'll think of something," she said. "But my first priority is to get
some stuff from my old home before it's destroyed."
"How ? If you go back, you're in deep trouble."
"Do you have the materials to make a Circle with you ?"
"Yes, but ..."
"No buts. Get them. I have an idea."
While he got the candles and incense, she burned a pentagram in a circle
in the wooden floor, secretly thrilled it would freak out the real owners
of the cabin whenever they got here - door blown out, burn damage inside,
and to top it off, a demonic circle on the floor.
He returned with the materials, and quickly she set to work setting up
the circle, speaking incantations as she went.
"Whatever happens to me," she instructed him, "don't step in the circle.
Maybe best to stand back a little. I'm going to throw a few things I do not
wish to lose up and out."
"Like what," he asked innocently.
"You'll find out soon enough. But if you step inside, you will fall in, and
for you there is no way out. Understand ?"
"Understood. Good luck down there."
""Won't be long," she said, smiling, and dove headlong into the circle.
Within seconds a few thick books came flying out, as well as a lot of
strange looking bundles, followed by a chest, a few more books, and
finally, she jumped out of the circle holding a small casket, as a massive
flame roared  inside, burning the floor black and melting the candles.
"Well, that was close," she sighed. "They were faster than I thought."
"Managed to get everything you wanted," he asked.
"Pretty much. Destroying my library was painful, but at least they won't
get their hands on it this way and I saved the most important books."
"We'd better get out of here," he said, carefully walking around the still
smoldering circle on the floor, gathering his few belongings and taking
them to the car.
"Good idea," she said, packing the bundles, the books and the casket into
the chest and let it float off the ground, joining him at the vehicle,
setting the chest on the rear seat.
Before they left, Desdemona compressed her frame to a shade over 6 feet
tall, darkened her red skin to chocolate brown, her tail having vanished 
as Iskaria had pronounced her doom, and dressed her sexy form in a pair of
denim hotpants and halter top, with a black leather jacket to finish it off.
"Well," she asked, twirling.
"Perfect," he said. "You'll turn heads, but not attack undue attention.
Can you manage to hold that form all day ?"
"No problem," she said, blowing him a fiery kiss, "anything for my love."
"Anything ?"
"Anything."
"Now that's an assertion I've got to test. Let's get out of here."
	"So," he asked her, "what do we do now ? We need somewhere to go,
somewhere we can call home. I've got a ton of cash but without paperwork
who I am and where the money came from I'd get in real trouble using it."
"I know a few people," she said hesitantly, "but I don't know if they will
be willing to help us."
"Well," he said while steering the car through a corner, "let's find out.
Where to ?"
"Not far. There's this little store in a nearby big city ..."

				### ###

"No," the wizened old store owner said. "No, I can't help you two. I would
want to, but I have to maintain certain contacts and allegiances."
"Certainly there must be something you can do," Desdemona protested.
"Oh, there's plenty I can do. But I would be out of business if I tried to
help you. No, sorry. You're free to browse my store and purchase any goods
you may want, but I cannot help you with your problems. Sorry."
"Well," Marvin said in resignation, "that's too bad. Could you at least
sell me a set of those scented candles and some fresh incense ?"
"Naturally," the old man said, "will that be all ?"
"These charms are quite good," Desdemona said, inspecting a rack of
metallic trinkets on the side of the store.
"Finest quality. I sell only the best," the old man boasted.
"I'll take some," she said, picking a few specific ones off the rack.
"That's all," Marvin said, pulling his wallet, and the old man rang up the
sale on his old till, wrote a receipt, and packed everything in a brown
paper bag before bustling them out of his store through a side door.
"He seemed really nervous," Marvin said.
"I can't blame him," she said, "I can imagine we are not very popular or
very welcome right now. Lilith must be furious."
"Is there any way she can get back at you ?"
"Indirectly. She could trick some human Faithful into opening a portal for
a few demons to try and destroy us. But I don't think so. More likely we're
abandoned to our own devices, although I do expect a few rogue actions from
fanatic Faithful to curry favor with Lilith or her lieutenants."
"What did you need those charms for," he asked, "they were so expensive."
She smiled. "You'll find out. When we've got somewhere calm, quiet and
very roomy to play."
Marvin wanted to throw the receipt away, angry at the almost extortionate
prices the store keeper had charged when he flipped over the piece of
paper and saw the hasty writing on the backside.

ASK FOR LEVY AT 1313 13th AND GIVE HIM THIS NOTE
LEVY: HELP THE BEARERS OF THIS NOTE THEN BURN IT
FULL PAPERWORK - DON'T ASK ANY STUPID QUESTIONS
AXM AOMPD

"Who's this Levy ?" he asked. "And what's 'AXM AOMPD' ?"
"I don't know," she said. "But let's find what 1313 13th is."
"That sounds like a house number on Thirteenth Street," he said.
They spent the day cruising up and down the city, trying to find the adress
on the note, to no avail.
"I don't get it," he said, studying a city map. "There is no 13th street 
in this city. And we can't go to every other major city in the country
looking for what may just be a bogus adress."
"Maybe we're not looking for a 13th Street at all," she said.
"Then what are we looking for ?! All we have to go on is 1313 13th."
He spread out the city map on the large bonnet, shaking his head.
"Here," she said indicating a street in an outlying neighborhood, "what's
this ? 13th of June Street."
"Do you think ..."
"Worth a try, not ?"
"Certainly."
	1313 13th of June Street turned out to be a poorly maintained
stone building with a burnt out top floor, a tiny store in its basement.
They went in and found themselves in a curio shop loaded with bric-a-brac
from all over the world.
A small man, complaining loudly about having his sleep interrupted, came
down a stair behind the counter.
"Are you Levy ?" Marvin asked.
"What's it to you who I am ?" the old man sneered.
"We got this note telling us to come here."
"Give me that! Hmm hmmm hmmmm ... so, you've been sent by Abraham, haven't
you ? And you're in trouble, right ? And Abraham is telling me not to ask
any questions but to give you full paperwork, hmmm ..hmmmm ... well, I
cannot refuse a request from one so respected as Abraham Xacharias Moses."
"So that's what 'AXM' means," Marvin said, "then what is 'AOMPD' ?"
Levy let out a cackling laugh. "Oh that, my young friend, you are better
off not knowing. No, you don't want anything to do with the AOMPD. Hehe,
yes yes, now come with me! There is little time and much work to be done!"
The small man locked the door to the store, then opened a cabinet in the
corner, revealing a passage, before slipping in it, singing a jolly song
in a language they didn't understand. For lack of better, they followed
him until they got to an overloaded warehouse.
He led them into the back, into a small, clean office.
"Well then," he said, "here we are. So, you need full paperwork, right ?"
Marvin meekly nodded as the old man sat down in front of a computer.
"Oh, don't look at me like that! You think you're anything in the field of
document forgery these days without one of these things ?" he asked Marvin
who looked in wonder at his fingers flying over the keyboard, pulling up
data, correlating databases, massaging systems.
"Ah yes, there you are. Marvin Saul Paglione. Officially dead, body never
recovered. But you, sexy lady, you I cannot find anywhere."
"She's not human," Marvin said tersely.
"Oh-hoh," Levy said, "oh-hoh, now I understand why Abraham said to not ask
stupid questions. Well, I'll ask a smart one: you can hold that form like
that indefinitely I assume ?"
"As long as I have to, yes," Desdemona said defiantly.
"Well, then it's sorted. Yeeeesss, you came in here being nobody but you go
out here with names and papers. And since this is a request from Abraham you
don't even have to pay my downright extortionate fees. Hehe, no, you don't.
Anything for my old friend Abraham! Until ruin do us part!! Hahahaha!"
Laughing and cackling, he went into another room and half an hour later
came out with two large envelopes.
"You," he said to Marvin, "are now Martin Patterson. Your new papers are
in here. Leave any old ones with me, and forget your old name soonest."
"And you, verrry sexy lady, hehehe, you are now Desiree Soutaine."
"Thank you," Marvin, no, Martin said.
Levy cackled again, "Come, come," he said, "now you must go, in your nice
car, yes, which also is on your new name - license plates are in there too,
yes yes, and now you must go, go far from here! Go west! You are safest
close to where you came from!"
The old man ushered them though the curio shop, back out on the street,
still laughing and cackling, locking the door behind them and pulling the
heavy curtains shut.

A quick license-plate swap later they were back on the road, this time 
making their way westwards.
They played a name-game, saying each other's name over and over again
until they stopped getting it wrong, and Martin prepared to pull into a 
small motel come nightfall.
"No, not here," Desiree said. "We're not staying here."
"Why not ? It's evening, I'm tired, you're tired, car needs fuel and we
need rest - and a good fuck. Because I really want you."
"I bet you do, same from my side. But not here. Fuel up, but keep driving.
There's something unwholesome about that motel."
"It does look kind of creepy yeah," he mumbled.
While Martin fueled the car, Desiree checked out the motel, feeling uneasy
about the whole place. There was this ... aura ... around it that felt
both familiar and so very wrong at the same time.
She quickly got back into the car, having found the motel deserted, waited
for Martin to pay up and get back in as well.
"I saw you check out the motel," he said, "what's your verdict ?"
"Bad place," she replied. "Very bad place. Let's get out of here."
They drove until deep in the night, finally pulling over on a side road to
sleep rough for the night, he putting his seat back, snuggling in with her
under a single blanket.
"Shame we don't have more space," he said wistfully.
"And why's that ?" She asked playfully.
"For some really big fun. I still really want you."
"Soon," she promised, "soon we'll find some place to have some really 
titanic fun. And I promise you, you'll like it a lot too. Let's just cuddle
up now and get some rest shall we ? We have a lot of miles to make."
"Of course my love," he said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her
delicious warm body tight to him, feeling her breasts swell slightly as
she settled in and made herself comfortable.

				### ###

It was evening when they drove into town.
"Somehow I had expected coming home to be different," he mumbled.
"I wonder what happened here," she said, looking at the destruction.
A policeman flagged them down.
"Mister, ma'am, you have to turn back." he said sternly.
"What the hell happened here ?" he asked.
"You don't know ?"
"No, we just drove cross country to meet a friend here."
"Well, you better start heading back. There's not much left of this part
of town after the riots and the gang war and all."
"Riots ? Gang war ?"
"Feds picked up a couple Hispanic kids on suspicion they were involved
with the Black Death gang. Sparked off a whole lot of trouble. Then, on
top of that, the real Black Death gang starts fighting a goddamn war
against the Feds and the city cops. Governor declares martial law, sends
in the National Guard, National Guard calls in the Army, Army wins."
"And the city lost."
"You got that right. So please, go someplace else - forget your friend if
he lived in this part of town."
"Thank you officer. Sorry to have bothered you."
They turned, then drove off, exiting town.
He sighed. So much for going home. Where to now.
"Turn off at the next junction," she suggested.
"Why, what are you thinking of ?"
"Just do it. All will be made clear."
He did as she asked and the road wound he recognized it.
"The old rolling plant ?"
"Exactly! Remember how much fun we had there ?"
"Oh yeah I do. Just hope nobody else is using it."
"Nope. Already checked."
They rolled into the large deserted building and Desiree began to smile.
Under another name, in another life, even, she had had so much fun here.
He stopped the car, in the same spot as he had that fateful day.
They got out, and sat down on the bonnet of the car.
"Remember," he said, "how big they got ?"
"Oh yeah, they were huge," she reminisced.
"Biggest ever ?" he asked her, smiling.
"Not that I've seen."
"You ... what ?"
"Martin, you forget what I am ... was, well, still am, but was."
"So what's the biggest you've seen then ?"
"They wouldn't have fit in this building."
"That's really huge."
"I mean, each of the nipples."
Martin gasped.
"That turns you on doesn't it," she challenged.
"You know it does," he said, massaging her breasts.
"You wanna fuck ? Big ?" she asked, her breasts growing slightly.
"Don't you then ?"
"After having been dry for over a week ? Fuck yeah, I want to screw you
so fucking hard and so fucking big it'll blow your fucking mind."
"Let's do it then!"
"Not yet. Let's close up first. Together."
	They sat down on the ground, back to back, softly speaking arcane
words, placing magic barriers at the entrances to the building, creating
the illusion to anyone outside of a dark, empty, deserted building no
matter what went on inside, while creating a warm, cozy atmosphere inside.
"It will do for tonight," she said, "Time to get busy. I brought some
very nice goodies."
She reverted to her former, demonic, self, and got the chest from the
back seat of the car.
"What exactly do you have in there ?" he asked, pointing at it.
"All kinds of goodies," she said, "My best magic tomes, even ones you'll
like; some demonic porno, really sick stuff, but I like it; some people
you used to know and hate, even though they're not really people anymore,
and assorted supernatural bits and such."
"Demonic porno ? You're kidding. Mind sharing ?"
"Sure," she said, handing him a glossy magazine while she searched through
the contents of the chest for what she wanted.
"Oh damn, this is really sick," he said, paging the magazine.
"Told you," she said, "and that's a softporn mag. I've got hard stuff too."
"Got some cool stuff in here though too - like that centerfold."
"Hey, even demons get bored sometimes," she said smiling, searching, until
she finally found who she was looking for.
"Be a peach," she asked, "and get me those charms we bought ?"
He got them and gave them to her while she was pulling bundles from her
chest and dropping them on the ground.
"What're those," he asked.
Instead of answering, she threw him a bundle and told him to carefully
unroll it.
"Hey, it's the bitch from across. Are all of these ..."
"Yes."
"Uhm, do you mind me asking what you used to use them for ?"
"To have fun. Big, blow-up fun. Like we're going to have in a few."
She made three small piles of bundles on the floor then busied herself
enchanting the charms with a spell he didn't know, but he liked the fact
it involved her wetting the charms with her love juice and stuffing them
in her cunt.
"Horny ?"
"I soon will be, so you had better get ready."
"Already locked and loaded. What're those for ?" he pointed at the charms.
"Pick a pile."
"Is there any difference between them ?"
"Maybe, maybe not. But, pick a pile."
"Is any pile better ?"
"Maybe. But that's for you to find out. Any way you can."
He closed his eyes, relaxed and let his senses wander over each of them,
trying to feel the difference between them. He found a strong emotional
reaction in one pile, strong agony in the next, and throbbing lust in the
third pile he sensed, and he pointed at it. "That one."
"Are you sure ?" she asked.
"Yes."
She pointed out the first stack "those are the ones we ... ahahahah ... 
well, you know what we did to them."
"That explained the strong emotional reaction I got."
He pointed to the second, "that one was scary. I sensed agony there."
She nodded, "old sacrifices made to me in less civil times."
"You're testing me," he interjected, hurt. "I thought we were having fun."
"Of course I am. You are my love, but you're also my student of sorts. I
see it as my task to help you develop your latent ability, Marv .. Martin."
"What's that stack then," he pointed to the third, the one he had chosen.
"Tell me what you sensed."
"Lust. Throbbing, sensuous lust."
"Very good. Shall we ?"
"What's that stack ?"
"That's the good stuff. The really good stuff. Watch this."
	She picked up one bundle, unrolled it, still not revealing its
real shape, and drew breath. She kept drawing breath, her breasts swelling
and distending as she sucked them full of air, turning over the thing in
her hand, her breasts large translucent balloons by now, before blowing
out into the deflated shape, snap-inflating it, then letting it swell and
swell, getting fuller and rounder until it didn't even resemble a figure
anymore, looking more like a bundle of balloons melted together.
"Oops," she giggled. "A little too much."
"A little ?"
"Yeah, she ballooned on me. Thought I could giantize her in one go."
Desiree pulled the balloon figure towards her and slapped it once, and with
a loud POP it snapped into shape.
"That looks cool. What's that ?" he asked.
"That used to be a very annoying, very irritating succubus."
"You even do this to your own species ?"
"Yeah, why not ? She'd been annoying the hell out of me for years, then I
got my hands on her and turned her into this. With approval from above,
of course. Else you get into trouble."
"I like her tits," he said, "all four of them. Was that standard ?"
"No, and neither are the six arms or the two cunts."
Desiree slightly deflated the figure until it was 8 feet tall, then cinched
one of the charms around the neck.
"Wanna fuck her ? Go ahead. So long as she wears that charm she'll react
just like a living creature, except you can tell her to do anything."
"Anything ?"
"Anything. Watch this," she said, then spoke to the doll, "Double your
top left tit size now."
Hissing and creaking the single tit on the doll rapidly doubled in size.
"Cool," he said, "can I try a few things ?"
"Sure. I'll go blow up another in the meantime, so take it easy. I think
you'll really dig her."
Martin slid his hands over the surface.
"Hey," he called, "this doesn't feel like a blow-up doll at all."
"Of course not," she said, inflating another,"or did you want to then ?"
"Maybe," he said.
"Just tell her to," she replied, cinching another charm.
"Sit down," he told the demonic doll, and he waited until she sat down
on the floor.
"Blow up your other three tits to the size of the biggest one."
He leaned on her shoulder as her breasts marched forward to meet the 
one that was already oversize.
"Now make your nipples ten times as long and three times as thick."
More hissing.
"Jerk off your nipples and finger your pussies and don't stop."
Smiling, he walked away while the demon-doll used four of her hands to
jack her massive nipples, and slid the last pair of hands between her 
legs to masturbate.
Desiree was done inflating the other doll she had picked from the
stack, and put the rest back in her chest when she saw what Martin had
done, and she doubled over with laughter.
"That's so hilarious," she giggled, "did you tell her to keep going until
she cums ?"
"No," he said, "I told her to keep going."
"Ah, same thing really."
"She can't cum ?"
"Of course not. It's all hot air!"
"Now where were we," he said, shedding his clothes as he came at her.
"Not yet, not yet," she smiled. "First that one."
"Lordy. She looks ... horny. She kind of resembles Iskaria, with those
large horns on her head. Nice tits too."
"Why do you think I picked her. Now make her do something interesting
and then we'll start on some real fun."
"I got a really corny idea," he said, grinning hard, "just one question,
does he have to be inflated taut ?"
"If it's impossible she won't do it. Simple."
"Well then," he said, turning to the doll. "Inflate your left tit downward,
and sag it until you can sit on it."
He waited for the action to complete, then told the doll to sit on her
tit, and had the nipple inflate into her ass; next he had the other tit
blow up a little and inflate the other nipple into her pussy.
"Now double the size of both your nipples. Now."
They hissed, creaked loudly, and they watched as the air nipples bulged
from her holes.
"She can burst or split ?" he asked Desiree.
"Eventually, yes."
"Eventually ?"
She smiled. "Yes, 'eventually' - if you catch my drift."
"Do you mind ?"
"With her ? No. She's nothing special, I got several like her, and I hate
how she looks anyway."
"May I then ?"
"Oh yes, go ahead, I wonder how big they'll get before she bursts."
"And then we ..."
"Until we're too tired to, yes."
He told the doll to keep inflating her tits and nipples, and as she hissed
and creaked behind them, he jumped her and began sucking her rapidly
inflating breasts and nipples while she began massaging his balls with her
soft, spidery hand, feeling how he enlarged his tool and balls until she
began to like what she felt.
"Let's fuck," she panted, "let's just fuck our brains out. See if we can
cum before that boobmonster behind us explodes."
"I can't even see her ass anymore," he said, maneuvring the head of his dick
between her legs, "it's completely obscured by her nipple."
"Go on," she moaned, "stick it in, I want iiiiit."
"Just a second," he said, smiling, and adressed the doll behind them, 
ordering her to inflate her horns and limbs with her tits and nipples, then
placed the head of his magic-enhanced tool against her lust lips, softly
massaging those, pushing the head into her bulging clit, felt her crotch
swell and stretch, saw her pussy lips reach up and felt them start tugging
on his dick.
"Stick it in," she pleaded, "stop teasing me, start fucking me."
"Look behind you," he said, "at miss overstuffed."
She hinged her head back and giggled insanely at the sight of the enormous
flailing arms, legs and thick horns many times her head, her body dwarfed
by the rest of her airfilled anatomy.
While she was looking away, Martin pushed his huge tool inside of her, and
began slowly thrusting his hard dick, triggering deep, ghostly moans from
his swelling partner, her body blowing up, getting bigger, until she was
easily 10 feet tall, her breasts still flowing outward, her stiff, hard
nipples bulging wider and wider, her screams of pleasure growing with her
bulging body, until she was hard up against the flailing, inflating doll,
her twin mountainous nipples overfilling her body from the inside, both
her front and rear holes bursting at the seams with stuffing, Desiree
not caring, but instead ordering the doll to inflate bigger, and faster,
its huge head-horns having folded over and dragging over the floor like
a pair of fat, misshapen sausages.
	Martin ordered the other doll to start inflating faster as well,
to get bigger, and between the two ballooning monstrosities, the pair of
them fucked harder, and bigger, and higher, until Desiree and Martin
threw their heads back at the same time and unloaded, while behind them,
the bighorn doll split apart in her crotch and with a howling rush of 
air, deflated, shredding pieces as it did so.
The 6-arm, 4 tit doll was pinned against a wall by Desiree's overswollen
breasts, and as the pair of them came, it too began to deflate in a
howling blast of air, launching it into the air as it began losing pressure
through its massive crotch.
They ended up, at their normal sizes, eventually, lying on the sandy floor
of the huge hall, pieces of miss bighorn all around them, the overstretched
deflated husk of miss quad-tit drifted down on top of them.
"That was special," he said, crawling from under the baggy envelope.
"Fucking good," she said, glowing, "that was my best fuck ever. That was
because I wanted it, not because I had to have it. We got to do this much
more often."
"I don't know how much more often I can handle that. You were absolutely
huge at the end!"
"Like you were any smaller, sweetheart. You have no idea how powerful
you really are."
He picked up a shard of rubbery material from the ground.
"Looks like we had something burst."
"No problem," Desiree said, "I can rebuild her. When I want to."
"I thought you didn't care if she blew or not."
"I didn't then, and I don't now. Like I said, I can rebuild her. Watch."
She clapped her hands and spoke a few sharp words, and strips and pieces
of materials collected, coalescing at her feet into the deflated form.
"Neat trick. How often have you blown her up - I mean, blown her apart ?"
"Lots of times. I lost count. But yours was definitely the most original."
"Looks like the other one also sprung a leak," he said, kicking against
the deflated envelope.
"More likely the pressure reliefs in the back of her cunts opened and let
her go flat. Which is cool, rarely happens."
They hugged amidst the madness they had created, and her face brightened.
"Shall we do it again ?"
"I don't think I'll manage. C'mon, let's clean up in here, we need to
get some rest and decide what to do tomorrow."
"Perhaps a better idea. What, or who, shall we sleep on ? Because that
cramped car seat really isn't satisfying."
"Have anyone kinky in mind ?", he asked.
"Well, seems that miss quad-tit here is still all stretched out. No sense
tightening her up just yet."
"Done deal."
They snuggled together between the four ballooning mountains, letting her
go soft a little so they sank in a depression, and dreamt a shared dream
of sex, lust and happiness.

"I feel kind of sad having to leave this place," he said, getting into the
car the next morning.
"It's better we do. Maintaining the magic barrier for longer than a night
would take a lot of effort, and if we kept it up it would attract attention
which we don't want, remember ?"
"But we could conceivably come here once in a while to ..."
"Naturally. Now let's go. There's nothing for us here anymore in this town."
"Any suggestions where we can go ? Anyone else who can help us ?"
"We should start helping ourselves."
"Well, there's a problem with that. I do have a few million dollars in a
duffel in the trunk, but it's stolen money and if I spent a large wedge of
it at once, for instance on a house, that would raise questions. We can
live off it a little at a time, but we can't use it to settle and start
building up a life."
"Yes, that could be a problem."
"What's also a problem is that if you don't change your form from your
demonic one we'll have problems when we drive out of here."
"Oops, sorry. Almost forgot."
She shifted into her darkly beautiful, but much more human-looking form,
wrapping herself in her clothing, then stepped into the passenger seat.
"So where do we go ?" she asked.
"North and south along the coast for big cities, or eastbound into the
country. Or we might try for Hawaii, but I don't trust our ID's enough
to stand up to airport scrutiny, plus if we get in trouble, there's no
easy way out."
"So what do we do ? We can't keep living out of a car."
"No, but we could live, if only for a while, out of an RV."
"What's an RV ?"
"A Recreational Vehicle - a kind of home on wheels. They're mostly used
by people on long holidays, or people who have to move around for their
jobs, but at least it's got a solid bed and kitchen, so it'll beat the
car for everything except gas mileage and top speed."
"Kind of a halfway solution. No; I want everything - or nothing at all."
"Well, let's start driving then. There's a lot of miles between us and
our eventual destination - if any."
He thought for a minute, and then his face brightened. "Well, I know one
city we could go to. It's weird, it's cosmopolitan, it's large and we
might just fit in there."
"What are you waiting for then, drive us there."
	He threw her a cunning smile and turned the ignition key.
The road north was uneventful, after they were past the mountains and into
the rolling hills, stretching out in from of them like a long ribbon.
To them it might as well have been the yellow road to Oz - for the first
time in weeks they had good hope that they would find someplace to settle
in and try to create a life - even if that involved more, and bigger sex
than most people might find healthy or sane or even possible.

				### ###

Martin drove home through the Friday evening rush hour, his gruelling work
week finally at and end, out of the crush of freeway traffic, turning off
onto an access road leading to a nice, well-manicured suburbian community
just outside the big city limits, twisting his big old banger through
the neighborhood, parking it on the driveway at a house at the end of the
street, before being met at the front door by a dark skinned, beautiful
woman who passionately hugged him, and winked at him, throwing him a
devilish smile that promised him some very big pleasures indeed.

TO BE CONTINUED ? (well, _maybe_)
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