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Will was totally overwhelmed by the chaos of her new environment. The earth and sky swapped positions with distressing frequency, she was being slung violently back and forth, rolling over forward, backward, and sideways at random. The only constant was Flora.
She was not a stranger to free fall, having been knocked out of the sky by Elyon a few times, including a pretty heavy whack during the Battle of Meridian Plains. She had reached terminal velocity on more than one occasion.
But Will knew what any skydiver knows: there is a certain body position that is totally stable. Once you reach it, you can fall for miles blissfully viewing the countryside below. When she was forced into a tumbling state by external forces, her procedure was to not use her wings at all until stabilized, then take it from there.
But there was no stable position here. Two bodies bound together were inherently unstable. So the tumbling went on and on.
She became gradually aware of a pattern of sound in the midst of all the wind noise. It slowly coalesced into a voice. Flora.
“Will! Will! Are you okay? Talk to me!”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“Oh, I was afraid you had passed out. How are you doing?”
“I don’t know.”
“Close your eyes, sweetie. It helps.”
It did help somewhat. At least she didn’t have to watch the ground and sky chasing each other around. Now if the jerking around and vertigo would just stop. Read the rest of this entry »
Chapter IV. The Mile High Club. Kitty was in euphoria. She was at the controls of the SR-77 again, and she was thrilled to have saved the mission, especially after she had come so close to destroying it. And she was sure the Professor would be happy to have someone like Peter on the team.
This time Scott was administering her pilot training, which was a lot more pleasant than a session with Mr. Logan. She liked Mr. Logan and certainly trusted him, but he wasn’t much fun to be around. Scott even let her disengage the autopilot and fly manually for a while, choosing her own course and everything.
Peter was standing behind the pilot console, watching everything with interest. His usual mode of transportation had been inside a metal sphere with no windows. Or anything else other than a seat. During the Apocalypse showdown, he had flown in a regular transport with the team sent to Egypt, but that was a SHIELD aircraft, not the Blackbird.
It gave Kitty a kick that he could see her in total control of a supersonic transport. Almost hypersonic, but the Blackbird couldn’t quite reach Mach 5. He seemed duly impressed that someone her age could do this, even if under supervision.
Scott was on the comm unit, briefing the Professor on what had happened on the mission, while still keeping an eye on what she was doing. Finally he disconnected. “The Professor is happy with the outcome of the mission and is looking forward to the debriefing. Kitty, he wanted me to congratulate you on your part in making the mission a success. And Peter, he is certainly willing to give you a chance with the X-Men, assuming the deep probe checks out. At the very least you can stay at the mansion until you get yourself together, even if you decide not to join.”
“This is good news,” Peter said. “I thank the Professor.”
“Kitty, plot a new course for Dallas. The Professor says that Amara needs a ride.”
“She’s back from South America?”
“Yeah. She got as far as DFW, but her connecting flight was cancelled, and she’s having a hard time rebooking. Everything is full, so we’re going to pick her up. And since we’re going to be entering the regular traffic control system so we can land at the airport, take us out of stealth mode. Now that the mission is over, there’s no longer a need for secrecy. Ever since the Sentinel incident, the authorities know about the X-Jet. They just don’t always know where we are going. But now we’re just picking up a friend.”
Kitty was excited that Amara was joining them. She cared a great deal for everyone at the Institute, but the former Bayville Sirens had a special bond. She adored Amara, and was always a little jealous that Tabitha was closer to her. But then, Amara might feel the same way about her relationship with Jean.
Now that the Blackbird was no longer in stealth mode, Kitty contacted air traffic control so that it could be added to the system. The controllers made no comment about the reported airspeed or the fact that a teenage girl was talking to them. They had been trained to expect pretty much anything from a callsign belonging to the X-Men, the FF, the Avengers, or SHIELD.
Scott allowed Kitty to fly most of the way to Dallas, but took over as they entered the landing pattern. “Sorry, Kitty, you aren’t quite ready for a real landing yet.” Read the rest of this entry »
It had been a month since the night Milhouse had toyed with Bart in his sleep and Lisa awaked. Since then, he had not had the opportunity to have sex again, with them or anyone else, even though Bart had slept at his house only a week ago. Milhouse had to resort to hand, but it was getting tiresome. After having a feel of both Simpson kids, he craved for more. Bart had quickly forgotten his strange wake of a month ago, but Lisa hadn’t. She had remained somewhat distant of him however. The sex had been good, but she was only interested in playing with Milhouse, not actually dating him. But even from afar, she could tell Milhouse wasn’t only interested in her. She noticed the glances he gave her brother’s butt and crotch area, even though Bart didn’t. Maybe she could do them both.
Everyday of summer seemed the same for Bart. Not that it was a bad thing. He liked to spend his days roaming around Springfield, with his trusty sidekick Milhouse at his side. Playing video games, blowing stuff up, watching Itchy and Scratchy… it was the good life.
Milhouse had been invited to stay for the night at the Simpsons, again. This time, Homer and Marge would be gone until late into the evening however. Lisa had managed to convince her dad that they deserved a vacation and that she could baby-sit Bart. Read the rest of this entry »
“Homer! Please, stop!” Lisa winced in agony.
Lisa Simpson was crying out her rage and her pain. Her rage because she was useless to stop the fiendish acts of Homer. She was too petite in front of his 200 pounds. And her pain because he was raping her.
It had all started when she was only 5 years old. Back then, she still looked up to him, he seemed to be there when she needed him the most, even if he was quite irresponsible. She loved him. He loved her for more then that. Actually, love wasn’t the right word. Homer just used her body for release. He didn’t like Lisa Simpson the person; only body she had. That’s why one warm summer night, he had come into her room.
Marge had left with her sisters to see a show and said she would only be coming back the day after. Homer had then decided to make Lisa into a woman, moreover, his woman. He had entered into her room with out a word.
“Hey dad! What are you…”
He had thrown her on the bed, had removed her nightgown and immediately starting sucking her private parts. She didn’t like it at all, she was afraid him. She kept asking Homer to stop, hitting his head with her small fists when he refused. He hit her back in the face, hard, making her cry out.
The walls had no ears to hear her plea. On that warm summer day, Lisa had not become a woman, she had become a victim, the victim of a lewd and perverted man. Since then, Homer had taken advantage of her every time he could: when Marge was out, when he was alone with her, even late at night when she was sleeping. There was no escaping his monstrous cock, the symbol of her nightmare. Read the rest of this entry »
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