Elise Olisbos (c) 2014 | email: eliseolisbos@yahoo.com website: http://www.asstr.org/~Elise_Olisbos/ Please leave my e-mail address attached if you archive this or share it with a friend. Don't post this anywhere else or for profit. Feedback is more than welcome. Check the codes for story content. ------------------------------ Title: The Last City of Bakunawa (Chapter 2) Author: Elise Olisbos Notes: All of the stories are connected, but can be read by themselves. Additional notes are in the chapters. Written for the Winter Wonderland Challenge for the Hentai-Foundry.com writers' forum. **Story 2: Stay Family** Summary: Katte Kay bred her own mother Ame Kay to produce Evangeline Kay. Now, Evie (or Angel, depending on the situation) is ripe for what her sister/mother wants: a gift of another baby. (Pleasure Sector) Keywords/Codes: sci-fi, Incest, orgy, teen, futa Evangeline 'Evie' Kay sat on the back-seat of the slide-glider that her friend, Martin Ling, had borrowed from his older sister Alexa. Evie had no idea why the machine was called a slide-glider; it was a narrow, gleaming carriage-frame which narrowed from two seats in the front, leaving only space for only one in the back. A large mechanism with myriads of articulated spokes spun overheard, connected to the carriage's body by a thick rotating shaft. Alexa's slide glider lifted off from the top of Martin's massive, curved home, rose up in the air for a great distance and then floated down the sloped sides of City Bakunawa to the very centre of the world-ship. Evie loved flying in the slide-glider. From the height that the slide-glider attained, she could see the massive basin which formed the City, and even the agriculture sector where she and Martin trained as the ninth generation of Agriculturalists. Evie liked working over in Agriculture. It was soothing, and quiet; a far cry from her home. The flared sleeves of her longshirt fluttered in the breeze created by their descent. Martin landed the slide-glider on the wide Noelle Boulevard, right where it met San Montego: the main street of the Pleasure sector. Evie pushed at the carriage-frame to her left, opening up a panel so she could slide out. She walked up to the front of the slide-glider and gave Martin a quick smile. He grinned back a bit absently, flicking switches on the front-panel in order to return to the Ling house. He brushed some of his straight black hair out of his eyes and pressed a button forcefully. The slide-glider trembled a bit, and then went back to its well-maintained noiselessness. "Want me to walk you in?" he offered, as he always did. Evie shook her head and Martin focused on her, more directly. "Are you sure?" Evie nodded. She didn't like to speak much and Martin never pressured her to use her voice. His thick eyebrows furrowed as his brown eyes considered her face. "It's not that you're ashamed to live in the Pleasure sector, is it?" His voice was very quiet. "Verona said I shouldn't bother you about that, but if that's the reason…I don't care. You know that, right?" Evie nodded again. Verona, Martin's girlfriend, was real sweet, training in maintenance of the City's force-field. Evie liked her. "Okay." Martin sketched a quick little wave and then pulled a lever. The slide-glider hovered above the cracked surface of the street. "See you tomorrow?" "Tomorrow." Evie said very quietly. She waved, and stood there at the intersection, watching the slide-glider's return to the sloping ship-sides. Then she turned on her heel and strode into the Pleasure sector of City Bakunawa. She hurried past the gambling halls and drinking bars, turning onto the housing block with its tightly packed buildings. None of them had land-space like the Lings and their neighbours, but were pressed wall to wall in rows of near identical structures. The main doors of all the living units opened out onto the street itself, and when Evie got to Unit 412, she stood there to let the scanner run its identification protocols. As she waited, she spotted her reflection in the polished surface of the door. She was short and still possessed some youthful plumpness, with high, perky tits bigger than most girls her age. A mess of black curls framed her small face with those big eyes, slightly upturned nose and pouty lips. It wasn't apparent in her reflection now, but her skin was a few tones darker than Martin's olive complexion. The door slid open and Evie stepped in, quite used to the heady smell of fucking which greeted her, accompanied by lust-filled cries and moans. She walked through the narrow corridor with the tiny kitchenette on her right, which had a small window looking out onto the road; the staircase to the cramped bedrooms twisted up on her left. Just past the kitchenette was a small sitting area, with low, worn seating forming a U. One leg of the U was built right against a rusty railing, overlooking a sunken area. Katte Kay, Evie's older sister, lounged so that she could peer down into the sunken area, watching the activities below with half-lidded eyes. Her hair, longer than Evie's but just as curly, was piled atop her head, a few ringlets falling around her face. She changed the colour of her hair on a weekly basis: today, it was a mix of green with streaks of yellow. Barely dressed, Katte sported a short black jacket which completely failed at covering her huge breasts with their big, stiff nipples. She also wore stockings, climbing almost all the way up her long, thick legs; the wide mesh of the stockings pressed out little diamonds of her smooth flesh. In terms of clothing, that was it. Katte liked to show off her cock as much as possible, which was extremely thick for its average length. Even when walking on the streets of the Pleasure Sector, Katte wore as little as possible, completely ignoring what the management of City Bakunawa liked to call its modesty regulations. "Modesty," Katte liked to sneer. "None of us are ever going to see where this fucking city is gonna end up. Who gives a fuck about modesty? It doesn't even apply here, anyway." Katte had a thick cigarette in the fingers of one hand, the other resting along the back of her seat. She took a long, almost contemplative drag from the cigarette and Evie took a step forward into that sitting area, drawing her attention. Katte's face normally had a hard expression, one side of her mouth always ready to lift in a smirk or snarl. However, her face brightened and softened at the same time as she regarded Evie. She placed the cigarette at the very edge of the small table which stood in the very middle of the U, and held out her arms with a small smile. "There you are, my sweet little Angel," Katte said. "Been wondering where you were." Evangeline walked towards her and as she approached, all that was Evie fell away: the quiet person who liked to grow things and make sure the oxygen exchange was kept in balance in the city, faded to the back of the girl's mind. The closer she stepped to Katte, the more Angel emerged, an individual who despised City Bakunawa's modesty regulations just as much as Katte. Angel pulled off Evie's stifling longshirt, leaving only very skimpy underwear: a sheer triangle of cloth clearly revealed her hairless mound and its dampening slit. She fell upon Katte and kissed her wildly, moaning as Katte's warm prick thickened against her cunt. Angel tasted the smoky flavour of Katte's cigarette. Katte hummed into their frantic kiss, sliding her hands down Angel's back to cup her ass-cheeks, spreading them apart slightly. Angel groaned as cool air wafted against her asshole and she wriggled, trying to convince Katte to finger her brown pucker open. Laughing a little, Katte pulled back and pecked Angel on her nose. "Look," she said and nudged Angel's face to the side, using her mouth against the younger girl's cheek. Angel peered down into the sunken room, dispassionately regarding the woman being fucked by a couple. That woman was their mother, Ame; her luxurious hair, as curly as that of her daughters, lay in sweaty and cum-streaked strands against the sides of her face. She lay spreadeagled over a kind of rack, bony arms and legs strapped into place with thick black straps. A woman straddled Ame's face and Angel was sure that the woman pissed in her mother's gasping mouth. Another woman with a monstrous dick stood between Ame's legs, ramming her ass mercilessly. The woman with the cock shouted, grasping Ame's narrow hips as she fucked jerkily and came. When that cock slipped out of Ame's battered hole, it gaped. Thick streams of jizz dripped out of her asshole. "Filthy slut, isn't she? And this isn't even her first round," Katte whispered in Angel's ear. She pulled apart Angel's asscheeks even more and rubbed the pad of one finger against her asshole. Angel, her gaze fixed on their well-fucked mother, grunted and writhed under her touch "She's been at it all day." "More," Ame croaked, and the woman who had pissed in her mouth slapped her across her face, once, twice and then fingered her pussy roughly. "Yes!" Ame screamed, pumping up her hips to the woman's punishing touch. Katte moved one hand to fondle one of Angel's tits. "The only thing she was good for was giving birth to my sweet Angel. That was the best gift she ever gave me." Angel turned her face to give her sister a smile. "Tell me again? I love that story." "Oh, you do?" Katte's own grin was very indulgent. "It's not much of a story. She always made a game of kisses, it moved on to fucking her mouth, then her ass and then finally, she said I should come in her. And then you were born on my birthday, twelve wonderful years ago!" This very abridged version made Angel pout. "You're leaving out all the best parts!" "What best parts?" Katte's eyes, the lids of which were lined in heavy black, seemed to sparkle with mischief. "I was just a kid when you were born… eleven? Twelve, I think. I loved you long before you came out of her." Katte kissed her deeply, using her grip on Angel's bottom to ground their crotches together. "Mmm, my very own baby girl." Angel was desperate with want. Katte's cock felt so huge against her leaking cunny; she wriggled one hand between their tightly pressed bodies, yanking her underwear to one side. She rose up a little, gripping Katte's dick to hold it upright and they both groaned as she sank down. Her wet pussy pulsed around Katte's throbbing prick. She was the only person that Katte would ever fuck bare. Angel moved up and down in her sister's lap, bending forward to bite at those big nipples, worrying them between her teeth. Katte laughed, the sound a counterpoint to Ame's shrieks. "You love your momma's cock, don't you, baby?" Katte crooned as Angel kept a brutal pace. "I fucked Ame all the time when she was carrying you. You must have felt me, even then." "Ye-aah," Angel gasped, and let out a breathless moan as one of Katte's fingers poked against her dry asshole. "Your cock feels so good, Momma! Nggh!" The back of the long seat rocked against the railings as they fucked. "Gonna cum in you," Katte rasped out as the fleshy slaps of their bodies became even more frenzied, her cock pistoning out of Angel's cunny. "Gonna... put a baby in my baby's belly." Angel wanted that badly. She wanted her beloved Katte to give her a baby, and Evie's dissent was extremely faint, as distant as old Earth. "Yes!" she shrieked, almost obliterating her mother's ostentatious moans. Katte grunted, and her hips lurched up wildly as her cum spurted in hot ropes into Angel's fluttering cavern. Angel flopped onto Katte, completely spent. Katte easily lifted her and slipped from underneath her, laying Angel on her back on the long-seat. Katte stood up, "Shh, baby girl," she said as Angel made sounds of complaint, reaching out for her with weak grabs. "I'm just going to collect credits from those two for Ame." Angel watched with drowsy eyes as the two women who'd been fucking Ame clambered up the ladder-like stairs from the sunken area, their eyes still bright with lust and maybe ark-dust, the drug of choice in the Pleasure sector. They zipped up their loose vid-suits, fixing their hair. They seemed much younger than they'd appeared to Angel at first; eighteen, maybe seventeen. "Hope you ladies enjoyed yourselves," Katte said, holding out one hand, palm up. One of the women, not the one with the cock, brushed her fingers across Katte's wrist, transferring credits. "We did," the one who'd paid replied. Her still-excited gaze fell on Angel, who lay there with her sister's cum leaking from between the fucked puffy slash of her quim. "Maybe me and Jolien can have some more fun with her. How much?" "Lay a finger on her and I cut your throats," Katte said so conversationally that the two clients kept grinning for a long beat. Then, her words appeared to drill through their sex-addled brains, and their smiles faded. Katte was tall and strong; Angel had heard that she broke people's arms easily and for the simplest of reasons. These two, obviously pampered denizens from City management, were no match for her. "Come on, Mina," the one with the cock said, dragging her companion out of Unit 412. When the door slid shut behind them, Katte turned around; her dick was hard again, arching up towards her flat belly. Angel smiled and drew up her legs to her chest, invitingly. When Katte lay on top of her and pushed inside, Angel moaned at the way cum seeped out and dripped thickly down the curve of her ass. They both ignored the weak pleas of their mother, begging them to release her from the rack. If anything, her entreaties only served to inflame their arousal and Katte's broad dick pushed in and out of Angel relentlessly. "I'll give you a wonderful gift," Angel moaned, arching up into her sister's thrusts. "You'll see, Momma." fin ------------------------------ email: eliseolisbos@yahoo.com website: http://www.asstr.org/~Elise_Olisbos/ Please leave my e-mail address attached if you archive this or share it with a friend.