FORCE X MASS = CULMINATION The Final Chapter by Wet

We walked briskly to the car and didn’t even acknowledge the “cat-calls” we received from the guys as we passed. It was several minutes into the ride home before I broke the silence. “Well we have baited the beast, and I just hope our cage can hold him when he comes to feast,” I said trying to be funny, but in truth, I was worried. Tisha didn’t respond to my summation. She just kept her eyes straight forward on the road ahead, as if wondering what was around the next turn. When we finally arrived at my door, she finally broke her silence. “I’m not so much worried about the cage,” she said. “I am more worried about the bait because regardless if the cage holds, the bait always is eaten.” I tried to ignore her wisdom, but when I opened the door and saw her things arranged about as if she truly lived there, they sank in. Tisha might have only been worried about her wellbeing, but I had more to lose regardless of how things unfolded—I had her! Once again, I was in deep thought about her when she broke my trance. “He is a smart and evil man Spice. I don’t think that he is just going to walk in here and play our game.”

“He is bent on control,” I responded while walking toward her, “And right now, he doesn’t control either of us especially you.” I gave it a moment to sink in. “He has to come because he is compelled to win at all cost—believe me I know.”

We were so much alike, this Mad Doctor and me, and now I realized it so clearly. I would have done anything or anyone to beat him and I knew it. Quite frankly, I bet the Doctor knew this as well. We had not fooled him today, although he might not have expected such a bold move, he knew we would counter strike and plan a total siege.

“FUCK,” I yelled sharply as I realized all of this a bit late!

“What the hell is wrong with you,” Tisha asked a bit shaken?
“Call that fucker Ryan, you still have his number don’t you.” I asked while pacing the floor.
“Uh, yes WHY?”
“See if the fucker even answers the phone,” I demanded.

She walked in fast circles about the kitchen and dug into her purse searching for the number. “God damn it Spice, what the hell is this about?”

“This shit isn’t adding up,” I explained. “The cameras that were so easy to come by plus the Doc is just going to waltz in here and smile for them….. NO. NO. NO.” I scrambled my mind for the answers but something evaded me! “Are you going to call that long cocked tech-boy or what,” I asked again and looked towards her to see what the problem was. Then, it hit me! My love and lust for Tisha had clouded my judgement.

“What doesn’t add up baby—is you,” I stated while looking into her eyes!

They still looked like diamonds against her features, but something was different about them. Her magnificence hadn’t changed, but something inside her gave a faint sound of cracking. No sooner had my words reached her ears, when a small tear formed in the corner of her bright beacons of beauty.

“How easy is it to make friends and fuck them Tisha,” I asked careful not to use any other name but friendship?

“Don’t you dare judge me,” she stated trying to regain her composure.

I walked directly toward her and unveiled the cold truth, “No one ever judges you dear. They’re too busy judging themselves every time they see you!”

When I stopped I was directly in her face.

“They judge their face, body, and mind, only to find everything lacking!” I leaned forward and looked into her purse and saw Ryan’s number. “Too bad we don’t think to judge character,” I said as I turned and walked away.

“You don’t understand,” she said as I shut my bedroom door. “Shawd sold me to him. He gave him movies and test I had used.” She walked to the door and yelled through it. “He showed me the movies of Shawd and me fucking,” she explained. “He said he would give them to Ryan for the internet if I didn’t help him.”

I spoke back through the door, “He fucked you and then you fuck others I see.”

She banged on the door and shouted, “No! He didn’t fuck me! He said it wasn’t time, and he needed me to do something!”

I opened the door and stated blankly, “He needed you to fuck with me.”

“Yes, but things didn’t go the way he wanted,” she said as she grabbed my hand.
“Ryan, the shower, and the sex were not part of it,” she pleaded. “He gave you the cameras because he knows me from Shawd, and he actually thought we were going to fuck on camera. None of that was planned, Nixon isn’t god. Ryan was blown away from the sex and gave in to trying to help us, but someone saw him here!”

She drew a deep breath and continued with hesitation. “That is who was in the hall, Ryan,” she said revealing a late lie. “That is why he called me outside.”

I walked towards her and pushed her towards the front door and yelled, “He told you to go in and set me up for the kill!!”

She wrapped her arms around me and whispered, “He told me to leave and I didn’t, that is why he was so pissed in class and insisted on that topic.”

I choked back tears and spoke to her in the voice that her Professor had drawn from me. “GET THE FUCK OUT!”

“If I leave now all is lost Spice.”

“There is nothing here for you to loose DIVA. Get your ass out!”

She left without getting most of her things, and I unloaded my frustration on what ever she owned that could fly. How could I have been so stupid? Damn she was good at everything she did. The bitch needed to work for the CIA or something. She was the type of woman that men blamed all the worlds trouble on and they were correct. She was Eve, Cleopatra, and Helen of Troy combined. No wonder the world was in sin, Egypt was just a desert, the Trojans fell, and Caesar feared the Ides of March! Beauty, power, and pussy were the greatest attributes in the world, and she used them well. The worst part of it was that when I was tired from my fit—I missed her. She was like a drug, and I was addicted.

I decided to drown my troubles in homemade harmony. The glasses went down and my anger went up. If there has ever been a better demonstration of a drunken redneck, I had not seen it. In fact, I was the definition, and my small frame grew to be that of an Amazon warrior. Fuck Xena, I was Pippi and you could get your ass skinned if you fucked with me tonight. I wished that fine bitch would come back over. I would show her some of that southern shit she talked about. About that time the doorbell rang. Maybe it was the signal of round one, so I strutted over to open it.

“You wanted Redneck,” I said turning the knob. “Well here it is. My ass is like a turnip patch come get you a mess,” I roared snatching the door open!

I was met with a deep sounding reply, “That’s what I am here for.”

For a minute in my drunken condition, I thought I had failed to open the door. There was not any light coming through the opening as if it was still shut. Then, the huge figure that created the eclipse stepped in!! The glass in my hand slipped and fell to the floor shattering into pieces, and in walked Neil!

“I am here to send a message to you and your bitch,” he began. “And that involves your invitation.”

I looked up at the towering monster that I had tried to forget and barked, “I hate to disappoint you but I don’t have a bitch, and it wasn’t that kind of an invitation, I aint fucking again—ever!”

He placed a hand on my chest and threatened, “That will probably be true tomorrow, but this is tonight.”

It was a sobering sight his hand. It reached across my chest and brought back the memories of his monster cock choking me when this entire thing began. I remembered that gigantic member that could have been on any porn site, and there was no way, in spite of all that had happened, it was going anywhere inside of me.

“Listen,” I pleaded. “I don’t care anymore. If I fail so fucking be it, and he can show my shower-power moment all he wants.” I started to walk around him and show him out when he stopped me.

“I care,” he said. “I care about getting out of this place and making some money, and I am not going to get fucked out of the Show by any fucking Doctor or you.”

He picked me up with one hand, and within three of his long steps, we had left the living room and turned the corner to my bed. I slammed my elbow into his huge jaw, but he didn’t even flinch! When we were within about ten feet of my bed he threw me the rest of the way. I hit the bed hard, bouncing off of it and against my headboard! I was dazed for a moment, and when I came too he was undoing his pants.

“You got to pay Doctors Orders,” he said as his mile long cock unraveled.

I pushed up off the bed and warned, “I’ll scream you bastard!”

Smiling, he stroked some blood into his fence post cock and smiled, “I know.”

Frightened beyond comprehension, I looked for the phone, but it had been removed during Ryan’s installation.
“You looking for the phone cowgirl,” he asked sadistically? “Who you going to call ass-busters, he is already here.”

He was right! My eyes were focusing better and I could see his cock expanding beyond belief. I could remember that the first time I held it, it was thicker than my wrist, and when I grabbed his baseball testicles in the palm of my hand, his cock went past my elbow. Worse yet, in the argument with Tisha and the drunk that followed, I had forgotten to remove the skirt. It had risen up to my hips during my flight, and my dry tight pussy was exposed. There was no way I could take that with a sloppy wet pussy that had been fresh-fucked, much less now.

“What the fuck do you want,” I begged?

“Just to play bitch, nothing personal and it’s too early for me to come out—so I got to cum in you.”
He grabbed my kicking legs and pulled me toward him and his monstrosity. Reaching over my body, he grabbed a hand full of hair pulling me up. “Quite it bitch,” he demanded as he slapped my face! The force of his huge hand nearly knocked me unconscious, and I thought for a moment I was dreaming because I heard another voice.