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  The street was eerily quiet.

  This wasn’t much of a surprise, or even much out of the ordinary considering that a vast majority of the businesses up and down the road opened their doors when the sun was well on its way to dropping below the horizon rather than rising above it. One of the sole exceptions was precisely why Lynn found herself trotting down the nearly empty sidewalk at such an early hour.

  The building was old, as was typical for a neighborhood in this part of the city. While the rot was no longer eating at its foundations, the area was only in the beginning stages of gentrification, and thus hadn’t quite nded the oodles of cash needed to spruce the pce up just yet.

  Which was a polite way of saying that the pce was a dump.

  Lynn didn’t mind it so much. She and her mother had both seen and even lived in all sorts of buildings in their travels across the country. One thing that was most important wasn’t so much what the pce looked like, but who was in it. And the people who frequented this establishment were precisely the open and loving sort that fit her current needs perfectly.

  Lynn was not a rge or imposing woman, not even close. She knew that fact long before being forced to grow up around the types of people that even some foreign military's actively took steps to avoid encountering. So rather than end up an eventual victim, she and her mother sought out a way to properly protect herself.

  Nestled inside a crossfit gym to save both space and presumably rent, the self defense studio would be hard to find unless one knew exactly where it was. It was actually a family friend who served in the local sheriff’s department that had recommended it, which more than sold the two women on the prospect. And once Lynn had spent her first session with the pair of teachers, she had fallen hopelessly in love.

  Lynn would hesitate to call Krav Maga a ‘Martial Art’. This had nothing to do with it being a valid combat technique, in fact quite the opposite. If she could describe the style in one word, it would be ‘brutal’. Elbows, knees, punches to the kidneys, chokeholds. Nothing was sacred and everything was permitted. Hell, the first exercise she had ever gone over after joining was on how to properly kick someone in the balls. Not exactly honorable or tournament friendly.

  Everything, from the various techniques taught to students to the very core philosophy itself, all of it was geared for one thing and one thing only; Ending the fight as quickly and efficiently as possible.

  It was self defense distilled into its most pure and primal form.

  As much as she loved fighting, Lynn made a promise to her teachers that she would only raise her fists in defense of herself or others. Now, how broadly one defined defense, as well as how enthusiastic she was in carrying out those duties, that was most certainly up for interpretation.

  A scream pierced the calm morning air, high pitched and feminine.

  Lynn immediately snapped alert, her eyes scanning her surroundings for the source of the noise. A blur of motion at the corner of her vision and she saw what looked to be someone or something being dragged into the nearby alley.

  Lynn didn't even hesitate.

  Dolrs to donuts, she would put down money on the two events being reted. She sprinted over to the entrance and quickly took a peek inside.

  Three young men were crowding around a lone woman, her back firmly pressed up against the alley wall. Her eyes were wide and wet, her clothing looking unintentionally disheveled, and her chest heaving in a desperate attempt to draw in as much oxygen as possible. The men in turn were snickering amongst themselves, occasionally extending a hand forward to briefly cop a feel before quickly pulling back to avoid retribution.

  Lynn felt an intense wave of déjà vu at the sight.

  Now, there was more than a passing chance that this was all an eborate sex thing. Heaven only knows that once people have enough money to live comfortably and no longer have to worry about starving, all sorts of crazy fetishes start to crop up. Hell, she herself was working out how to facilitate a gangbang at the crossfit gym next door! There was a chance this was all kosher, but the chances of this being exactly what it looked like were considerably higher.

  Lynn started to sprint down the alleyway. A feral grin split her lips. She was going to interrupt this possible CNC with some good, old fashioned CQC. Besides, if somehow this all ends up as a terrible misunderstanding, they could all kiss and make up. Maybe they would even force her to participate in their little rolepy session, that would be fun.

  Two yards before reaching her target, Lynn leapt up and kicked off the wall, sending her sailing through the air on a direct collision course to her first target. She raised her right arm, making sure to keep her wrist limp so there was less padding between the solid bone of her forearm and the considerably softer side of the man’s jaw.

  A loud crack echoed throughout the alley as her attack connected. The speed from her charge combined with her body weight, as meager as it was, sent the thug spinning to the ground. Lynn hated leaping attacks, she just wasn’t built to utilize them effectively. But when presented with an opportunity to sm an elbow to the face of someone she otherwise wouldn’t be able to reach, how could she not leap at the chance?

  Puns aside, it was time to focus. The two remaining men were struck dumb in surprise, but that wouldn’t st long. Lynn’s eyes grew wide when she saw that one of them had a baseball bat resting comfortably at his side. How in the hell did she miss that?

  Lynn darted forward and stomped her foot into the bat owner’s stomach. The kick wouldn’t do much damage, but thankfully the pcement of her foot right below his center of gravity managed to send the man stumbling back a few steps as intended. That should buy her a second or two.

  She ducked her head, letting the fist skim over the top of her skull. This guy didn’t even hesitate. There wasn’t any confused shouting or posturing, just an instant switch from lecherous teasing straight to violence the second a threat appeared. It was honestly impressive, but that wouldn’t stop her from treating him like she would any other thug.

  Lynn countered the haymaker by stepping inside the final opponent’s guard. She swung a left hook into his kidney, followed immediately by the right to the same spot on the other side. She finished her short combo by rocketing her knee straight up into the gap between his legs. Appreciation was all well and good, but when it came to a fight, you ended it by any means necessary. Period.

  The man bent over double from the assault to his delicate organs. Lynn shoved him aside and turned to face the one with the weapon. Sure enough, the bastard had already recovered and was pulling back for a home run swing.

  Improvised weapons were an odd thing. Give a person an arm length stick, they will swing it like a sword. Chairs and barstools will almost always have their users imitate their favorite scenes from professional wrestling. A baseball bat was more than capable as a wooden club, but time and time again it always takes at least one or two swings before the wielder figures out they aren’t trying to hit a home run.

  Lynn was at least thankful her opponent was predictable. Her particur style of fighting was highly dependent on anticipating her opponents moves ahead of time and pcing herself in the proper position to punish them when their attacks failed to connect in a meaningful way. She pivoted forward on her heel, patently ignoring the part of her mind that was screaming to get away from the dangerous weapon rather than closer. She held up both arms and leaned in. Her wrists collided with his forearm, stopping the deadly momentum of the bat well before it could get going. Lynn held back a wince, as painful as the collision was for her, she knew the wannabe slugger was feeling it far more.

  She grabbed the bat with her left hand and yanked. Her right arm swung out and bashed against the man’s face with the underside of her fist like a bcksmith who had a nasty grudge against a piece of iron. The sudden flood of pain must have been too much for his concentration as she felt him let go of his weapon.

  That was unfortunate.

  Lynn spun the bat around in her palm and gripped it with both hands. With a downwards chop, the wood collided with the back of his knee, sending the man tumbling down to all fours. One more swing to his exposed back and he was down for the count.

  There she was, forty-five seconds in and she had managed to turn three men into moaning messes on the floor. A new record!

  Even still, that may not st long. The thugs weren't dead, which meant it was only a matter of time before they got back up even angrier than before. Lynn turned to the woman who was still cowering against the wall. “Hey, you need to get out of here before they- FuuuuUUUKKK!”

  Before she could even finish the sentence, Lynn was suddenly tackled to the ground.

  She ignored the pain and twisted around from her position on the ground to get a better look at her attacker. It was the first guy she had attacked, the one who’s jaw she nearly dislocated from her flying sucker punch… or sucker elbow, as it were.

  Regardless of how the attack should be named, something about the man looked off. His face was unusually bnk. There wasn’t a single hint of anger, or determination, hell, not even lust! He just stared at Lynn with this dumb, sck-jawed expression, not because she broke his jaw with that first attack, but like he wasn’t even aware of what he was doing. In fact, the man’s eyes were rolled up back into his head so far that Lynn couldn’t even see his pupils.

  What the fuck is going on here? She thought while struggling to break the iron grip wrapped around her arms and torso.

  Another set of groans echoed through the alley. Lynn looked on in horror as the other two assholes she put the beat down on rose unsteadily to their feet. Just like their companion who had her pinned, the men’s expressions were bnk, almost zombie like. She could do nothing as the pair slowly shuffled towards her.

  A hand csped over her mouth, holding too tightly for her to bite the offending digits. Rough hands reached towards her waistband and yanked downwards. Lynn could do little more than let out a muffled scream as both her track pants as well as her underwear were pulled down to her ankles, exposing her bare slit to the open air.

  As if letting these bastards get a peek at the goods wasn’t bad enough, Lynn could feel her dy bits grow moist at the attention. The heat inside her traitorous body that she had been fighting all morning started to bze, stoked to life by the prospect of finally getting what it had been craving for far too long. It didn’t even matter that this was in no way how Lynn would have wanted events to go down.

  A callused finger ran down her slit, letting its owner know that her lower lips were leaking a steady stream of drool. Lynn gave one st attempt to break herself free, but she was tied down as effectively as being manacled to the floor.

  She was well and truly fucked.

  At that thought, the insides of her skull uploaded in pain. The excruciating headache had been slowly fading away all morning. When Lynn had left her home to hunt down a group of virile young men and women, it had all but faded entirely. But at that moment, the pain had returned with a vengeance.

  All physical sensation suddenly ceased. Without the feedback from her body, Lynn felt like she was adrift in a sea of thought. And she wasn’t alone.

  There were four other presences drifting along beside her. With no eyes to see, Lynn found it difficult to focus on these beings, let alone pick up any identifying features. But she knew they were there, and something about them felt… Off.

  There was this sort of dark splotchyness that was attached to each of them, almost like a corruption. As if her attention woke them up, she was bombarded with thoughts and impressions from the beings. Despite no actual words being said, Lynn could understand far better than if they had. The limitations of nguage held no sway here in the realm of thought.

  They were trapped, the darkness controlling their physical bodies like a twisted puppeteer. While they didn’t quite know the purpose of their abduction, they did know how to become free.

  Lynn considered the situation before her. Was she truly alright with the method proposed to cleanse these people of their taint? If she was being honest with herself, the only thing she could be in this bizarre realm, then yes, she was. Not just alright, but downright ecstatic.

  But there were more than just her own feelings to consider. Consent was king after all.

  The others were slightly taken aback by her enthusiasm to help them. But once the shock wore off, they soon became just as excited as Lynn was at the prospect of excising the corruption from their minds and bodies. It was guaranteed to be a pleasurable experience for all involved.

  With an agreement reached for all parties involved, Lynn could feel the pull to return back to her body. Her mind felt sluggish, like she had just gone through multiple college final exams back to back. She could feel her consciousness fading away. And then…

  Lynn’s mind went bnk.

  All conscious thought wiped away like a fed up office drone clearing his desk of all that detestable paperwork. Her fear for what was about to happen, her anxiety at the implications, her anger at letting her guard down at the worst possible moment, even the hazy memories of that bizarre dreamscape and what was discussed there, all of it was washed away by the all consuming tide of pain. Except, there was one noticeable exception.

  Lust.

  A deep and needy moan rumbled up from her chest. Lynn’s body was on fire, her tiny breasts were tingling, and her core was visibly throbbing with need. She was so achingly empty. Lynn bucked her hips in a desperate bid to find something, anything, to fill that void between her legs.

  Suddenly, she felt something push its way inside. It wasn’t a mere finger. No, it was thicker, longer, and deliciously scalding to the touch.

  It was perfect.

  Even with her inner walls leaking like a broken drain pipe, it still took a few thrusts for the invader to coat itself in her juices to properly slide itself in. The instant it was fully sheathed inside her and Lynn could feel the slight impact of something rge pound against her ass, she let out a guttural scream of triumph.

  Her mind was overrun with sensation to the point she could barely even remember her own name. All that mattered was the feeling of finally becoming whole, like her entire life she had been missing a piece of herself and had just been completed at st. She couldn’t help but let out a whimper when that wonderful object began to slide out of her, bringing that horrible emptiness along with its departure. But just as quick as it left, Lynn felt herself being filled right back again.

  Over and over, she felt her insides widen and contract around the pistoning intruder. Lynn could feel a pressure building inside her, a rising wave of ecstasy that threatened to crest at any moment. It was then that the pumping stopped and a flood of molten hot liquid poured into her deepest depths. The wave crested and crashed upon the ground with tsunami level force. Lynn’s body shuddered and convulsed with the tide of pure euphoria.

  When the pleasure finally began to ebb, Lynn noticed something else. Her womb was being saturated with more than just liquid, it was also being infused with power. Her body drank in the essence like a sponge, sending tingling waves coursing throughout her being, nourishing her, strengthening her, improving her.

  Lynn had barely any time to process this phenomena, when the man between her legs extracted himself with a lewd slurp. Lynn went into full panic mode at his absence. She wasn’t even remotely close to being satisfied yet. It was in the middle of struggling to escape once more that she remembered that there were two other men holding onto her.

  Her bottom half no longer bound, she curled herself up and wrapped her powerful legs around the man to her left. With a twist, their hold on her arms tore away, alongside the majority of her top. Lynn didn't care. With her arms now free and one of her restrainers occupied with her legs wrapped around his torso and her bare ass in his face, she could focus her efforts on obtaining more of that delectable ambrosia.

  As if her instincts knew better than her mind did, her hands pawed around on the man’s belt. Within short order, she had the contraption untched and his waistband pulled down to his knees, exposing his rock hard cock to the warm morning air.

  A cock.

  Yes, was what Lynn felt plunging deep into her insides. It was the source of that essence she craved. Her mouth flooded with saliva as she all but inhaled the breeding rod before her. She greedily licked and suckled all around the swollen crown, desperate to wring out every st drop she could. She was so distracted that she didn’t even hear the rustling of clothes behind her until a second long and hard object wrestled its way between her other set of lips.

  Lynn basked in the glory of being spit-roasted in the air, with only the strength of her legs and core keeping her from sending all three of them tumbling to the ground. Either from her extraordinary technique or her single minded enthusiasm, it was the one holding her up from the front who was the first to cum.

  Spurt after spurt of essence gushed into her eager mouth. The taste was just as divine as the power it gave. She could feel herself being filled to the brim with power. It was then that the man in front of her colpsed.

  The three of them tumbled unceremoniously to the ground. Somehow or another, Lynn found herself astride the man who was previously behind her, still impaled by his rigid member. That suited her just fine, as she was still ravenously hungry and had yet to taste his particur fvor.

  She had just barely begun grinding when a figure stepped into view. It took Lynn a moment to realize it was the other woman who was trapped in the alley with her. Like the other men, her eyes were rolled back and her face was expressionless, a sight that set off faint arm bells in Lynn’s lust-addled mind.

  But then the woman hiked up her skirt, and all questioning thoughts disappeared in a haze of desire.

  Her slit was bare, with faint trails of juices trickling down either side of her supple thighs. The woman stepped forward and shoved her leaking snatching right into Lynn's eager mouth. Oh, she tasted delectably sweet. Lynn eagerly sucked and pped at the proffered offering while still grinding away on the cock below.

  She could feel the rising pressure of her orgasm build once more, even greater than before. She redoubled her efforts, determined to bring all three participants to the promised nd. She could feel them getting close, just a few more moments until the explosive finish!

  Right when Lynn felt she couldn’t hold back her orgasm for even a second longer, they came. The man pounding her pussy from below let out a strangled grunt, while the woman getting eaten out sucked in a breath before shuddering uncontrolbly. A river of juices gushed into Lynn’s mouth while her own earth shattering release caused her lower muscles to squeeze and contract around the pulsating shaft flooding her insides in creamy goodness.

  Lynn’s mind suddenly sharpened. What was she doing? How did she get here? Sudden realization of what she had just done smmed into her like a runaway freight train before an even more powerful wave of exhaustion started to drag her consciousness into the abyss.

  Just before the darkness took her, Lynn saw the man and woman she had just brought to climax go limp and drop like marionettes who’s puppeteer had been decapitated.

  “Holy shit! What happened here? Lynn?! Is that you?” A voice shouted from beyond the veil.

  “Hey! Guys, get over here!” The st thing Lynn heard was the sound of hurried footsteps before she felt strong hands gently grip her below her arms.

  And then everything went bck.

  …

  As the young woman and the four others were dragged out of the alley, everyone involved was far too busy to look into the shadows. Once the st person had turned the corner into the hated sunlight, the darkness stirred. Like a swirling vortex of bck fme, the shadows gathered and coalesced into a diminutive figure.

  The creature stared down at the mess of fluids and fabric left behind. Its flickering yellow eyes crinkled, but weather in joy or displeasure only it knew for sure. It held out a thin and indistinct arm forwards and the puddles evaporated into thin wisps of purple energy wafted up before being absorbed into the thing's body.

  It was a pittance of what the offering should have been. But that hardly mattered. This city was filled with souls ripe for the picking. One spoiled harvest wouldn’t be the end, it had time.

  With one st gnce at the alley entrance, the being turned and dissolved back into the shadows from which it came.