Doomsday Man

“That was interesting.”

Persia Catherine Hostile hugged her man Hector after a lengthy adventure in the halls of Fort Apache. After a hardcore orgasm that led Persia to enact a bloodcurdling feline howl that brought curious residents to open their doors in a fright the loving couple were back in the elevator out of sight. Too late to discover the exhibitionist lovers they suspected what they missed out on. Persia was well known in these parts, she and Hector often going for public displays. Void of the two perfect specimens included a third party in Janitor Neal Downes on his knees wearing cum on his face from Hector’s unexpected retreat, Persia’s juices making for a dangerous high tide that swept him out to see. Eyes bulging at his neighbors looking impressed the very single Neal seemed certain he might have company of his own later. Hector was one hell of a matchmaker. Neal’s problem was…his neighbors weren’t sure which sexual preference the man had. He was on his knees. Downes for the count!

“Rode up with Neal back there. He seemed like he needed cheering up.”

“Your back up plan was brilliant!” She fondled his cock stimulating it back into a ball bat hoping he still wanted to hit another home run. Persia’s sexual appetite was immeasurable!

“Been a long day. Let’s go to bed before I get another call from Dispatch.” He kicked his clothing from the elevator floor into his penthouse apartment intending to pick them up later.

“I can let you sleep. I’m certain I can find a few mice willing to play with me.”

“Ohhh, no!” He picks her up with rippling muscles, “You’re not wandering away, I might not see you again for another two months. Do I gotta cage your ass up?” He made his way to their bedroom where a thick fluffy King size bed awaited. Of course she had shed all over the covers. Frowning he tossed her on the mattress and popped his neck. “ASSume the position Kitty LiTaire!”

“Mmmmmeow! Take my Tigger by the tail.”

“Neal did that for me, but I’ll bite.” As she rolled over on to her front she hiked her ass in the air, her poofy tail curling up over her back. Crawling in behind her he lined up Boagard as he nicknamed his penis, knowing he had one hell of a Boa Constrictor. Head forced inside a very tight sinkhole Persia extended her claws and shredded the comforter, eyes rolling back at the delightful pressure of his thrust.

“You didn’t bite my bottom.” She hissed.

“I’ll get there, don’t rush me.” Having to swat her fanning tail out of his face he snarled, “Brush me neither, you’re gonna make me sneeze.” His nostrils tickled he guides her tail aside and lays over her forcing her body flat. Tearing up her anus she screamed time and time again. “What’s that Kitty? Can’t hear you!” He goaded her into more theatrics. Gripping her hair was easy enough, she was all hair. Choking her seemed more befitting.

“There’s my keeper collar!” She giggled, “Restrain me Baby.”

“You say that until I do pin you up, then you get pissy.”

“It’s in my nature and you know it. Goddammit! Hit that asshole Hector!” He did indeed! His thick beast of the field was magnificent as it lifted away from pink ripples of interior membrane, then hunkered back up with piledriver precision. His fingers prying her mouth wide revealed her razor sharp fangs and a wagging tongue. “God I love you.”

“Then fuckin’ prove it. Stop runnin’ off every five fuckin’ minutes. Morgana’s starting to think she and I are a couple.”

“I’ll scratch that Britty’s eyes out.”

“You know you won’t! She may be a bitch but she’s tough. We need people like her at Fort Apache.”

“She’s evil. Cat’s know these things.” She mumbles with her mouth drawn wide by his fingers. It sounded more like “Catch gnaws these thinks.”

“Then why do you and her hook up every time you’re in the City? Come on we’re all one big family. She knows you’re my true love. ‘Gana just likes my pecker.”

“She likes every guys pecker.”

“And you don’t?” He laughs and hits her even harder garnering a hissed, “Yesssssssssss!” Boagard had taught her his native tongue. Nutting in her extremely hard he pulled out slowly just to observe his final spits of white venom shoot into her cavity. Once achieved he dropped his wet cock down an inch and pierced her labia with very little effort having stretched it earlier.

“I thought you were tired.” She grumbled awkwardly, his fingers still prying her mouth wide.

“Figure of speech and you know it. My metabolism doesn’t require much sleep. Adrenalin is always spiking.”

“That’s why I married you.”

“Anniversary’s comin’ up next month. We celebratin’ or you goin’ on the road again?”

“I’ll make the effort to be here. I promise.”

“That would be a second. In five years of marriage you’ve only been here the first year.”

“I always make it up to you.”

“There’s more to a marriage than make up sex Per. You being here when I get home after a hard day would be nice.”

“I love hard days.”

“I’ve had enough!” Removing his fingers from hooking her mouth he lifts away from her cunt and rolls off to her side. “Don’t even roll on top of me. I’m tired of your abandoning me. I understand your feline wanderlust…lust in general…but let’s face it…we’re having problems.”

“You’re the one having an issue with it. I’m devoted to you Hector. That’s why I always circle back.”

“Uh huh! When it’s in your best interest. Go sleep on the couch.”

“Excuse me?” She flared her eyes.

“I mean it! Get the fuck out! When you can commit longer than a few days we’ll talk.”

Easing off the mattress Persia pouts and watches him roll over on to his side, the wounds she inflicted him with earlier healed up nicely due to his unique DNA. His physique was hard to walk away from but her mind was simply torn. She worshipped Hector, but his demands were not appealing.

“I’ll sleep on the terrace. The sun feels wonderful.”

“You do that. The safety grid will be invisible by now. Don’t go chasing birds. Long drop down.”

Saddened she headed outside and stretched out on the rooftop terrace and contorted her body to lick herself clean. Tantalizing her own twat she ate herself out. Flexible she was! Curling up in the sun she napped.

Thirty minutes later Hector snuck up on her and gripped her tail. Dragging her back to bed left claw marks on the ground. Not the first time! He was afraid to let her out of his sight again.

Let the squalls continue.

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A knock on her door ended Sister Valentine’s all too short of nap. Uncomfortable being seen in the slutty clothing that Morgana Knight gave her she used her blanket to wrap herself tightly before answering. Creaking the door open shyly she found a young woman standing outside with pinned back blond hair and glasses, oh, and a face mask to protect her from germs. She looked shy herself which offered a glimmer of hope in her nightmare thus far.

“Hello!” The girl spoke up her glasses steaming up due to her mask. “I’m here to escort you to see Doctor Lucien.”

“Okay! Can you give me a moment to put on my robe?” Dirty or not her Nun’s habit was the only garment she felt comfortable being seen in.

“I was told to take your laundry to be washed once I showed you to the Doctor’s office.”

“Oh!” She knew they did need a good cleaning. “Well, alright! I’ll just strip the sheet off my bed and wrap myself for the walk. Excuse me a moment.” Closing her door to the girl V removed her blanket and did indeed wrap herself up until it looked as if she were going to a toga party.

While waiting on her in the hallway the blond succumbed to a ticklish nature as she tilts her neck to the left, feeling warm lips kissing her. Hands moving up her t-shirt squeezed her breasts in a delightful manner. Whispers of, “Not now! I have a job to do. Come by my room after work and I’ll give you some.” She felt the lips of God tugging on her earlobe making her fan herself with rapid fingers.

“God…stop it! She will open up the door any second now. What?” She listens to him, only she able to decipher his language on a mental level. He had no true voice that could audibly be heard. Telepathy was something the girl was accustomed to. She could hear him where most others couldn’t. Being a mutant APOZ gave her that edge while looking perfectly normal otherwise. This made the girl the perfect messenger to overhear any thoughts of betrayal or impending danger brought into their house. The only thing was she had to be right next to them to snoop. Luckily V in her room was safe at the moment.

Hearing the door open God removed his hands from her tits and she tugged her shirt down from its lifted state. Of course it was hard to hide her arousal, nipples cresting brilliantly beneath her yellow tee. She folded her arms as if recovering from a chill to mask herself.

“Okay! I’m ready now. I didn’t get your name, I’m Sister Mary Valentine.” She offered her only free hand in friendship.

“I’m Twyla! Can I shake your hand after you get your physical? I’m not supposed to touch you.”

“Oh! Of course!” V recalls her hand and holds her robe. “Do you want my habit?”

“I”ll have you put it in the laundry chute. You’re the only Nun we have at Fort Apache so there’s no need to write down who owns your outfit. I work in housekeeping so I’ll bring it back up once it’s sanitized and washed good.”

“Bless you Twyla! The clothing Morgana gave me is…”

“Humiliating?” They walked together toward an elevator. Just before reaching it Twyla pointed out a laundry chute and V hesitantly placed it into the slot on the wall watching it tumble down into the darkness. Sadly she considered the possibility her uniform was going to hell.

“Yes! Please be careful with my robes. They’re all I have.”

“I will. Ms. Wright is…dark. She likes to make people miserable, but she does have her moments. Once you get to know her she’s not…all bad.”

“I hope not! I’m certainly not trained in Exorcisms. How old are you Twyla?”

“20!” She opens the elevator and the two of them enter. Three but God went unnoticed.

“That was the age when I joined the Convent. No wait! I was 19 still.” She looked up apologizing for her lie.

“Better repent.” She wrinkled her nose at her but V couldn’t really tell due to her mask.

“Of course! Do you believe in God?”

A hand slipped down the back of Twyla’s pants, fingering her asshole she bubbled up as if giddy in her loyalty to the deity, “Oh yes! I love God with all my heart.”

“That’s wonderful!” V couldn’t witness his mischief at Twyla’s angle of standing.

“Did Mo…Morgana tell you we had a tiny Chapel on the 6th. floor?”

“No!” V pepped up, “That’s good! I’ll have to check it out after my physical. I don’t even have a bible at this point. I barely made it out alive. If it hadn’t been for Mister Hostile I might have perished.”

“Isn’t Hector dreamy? I wish he wasn’t married.”

“Mister Hostile has a wife?”

“Yes! She’s dreamy too.” Twyla let it be known her bisexuality. Obviously that concerned Valentine knowing God’s word, yet she bit her tongue. V needed friends. “Her name is Persia she’s an APOZ who was combined with her housecat. Actually, her cat’s name was Persia her real name is Catherine, but once the two shared the same body Catherine changed her name. It is sexier!”

“I see! I guess I didn’t envision someone as rugged as Mister Hostile to be married. I don’t recall a wedding band.”

“They don’t wear their rings. She comes and goes as she pleases.”

“As a matter of fact I thought he had dinner plans with Morgana. They seemed…attached.”

“They just have sex. He…gets around, so does my…Morgana.”

“You keep saying my…are you related to Morgana?”

“You caught me. She’s my mom. I was born here so I don’t share her accent, unless I try for it. I hope that doesn’t scare you now that I know what you think of mom.”

“She must have had you at a very young age. Morgana looks no older than 30.”

“She hides it well, Mom’s 34. We’re on the Medical floor.” The door opened on the 5th. floor and the ladies departed the elevator in a silent manner, Twyla leading her toward the glass doors of the wing. Feeling a faint brush by her arm V paused to look around her which in turn slowed Twyla.

“Everything alright?” Twyla put her hands in her jean pockets behind her now that God has vacated her privates.

“I…I’m on edge! Did your Mother mention anyone called God?”

“Oh! Godfrey! Yeah I know of him he fucks my mom sometimes.” She too when Mom was not around to know it. God got around. “Pardon my French! I wasn’t thinking.”

“I understand. He…assaulted me in the shower.”

“He does that a lot I hear. Nobody knows anything about him. He can’t be touched unless he allows it. Never ever talks.”

“How odd!” V continued to follow the girl. At the reception desk sat a woman that was rather obese but carried herself properly, she had red hair and multiple earrings. Behind her stood another woman who had a stethoscope around her neck. She was Indian with a red Bindi on her brow. She looked very intelligent and her smile elegant.

“Our new resident.” Twyla pointed out.

“Welcome to Fort Apache.” The Indian woman offered a warm greeting. “I am Doctor Ishani McKenna. Please feel at ease.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m Ursula!” The seated receptionist shared with a gravelly voice. Twyla flared her eyes mischievously and twisted in step to go unseen. V noted her reaction and grew curious but now was not the time.

“I’ll come back for you when Hearseula gives me a call. Off to wash clothes.” The girl hurried away. Hearing Twyla nickname the receptionist Hearseula made Valentine’s imagination run wild. Hearse? Ursula? Made sense now!

“Come with me please. Mary was it?”

“Valentine is fine.” She shuffled behind the Doctor who made her way from behind the front desk. “Will you be doing my physical?”

“I’m afraid not! I’m not one of the Medical Doctor’s. I work with the Morgue and Doctor Stone in Forensics. We have your Mother Superior on the table as we speak. I only dropped off lunch to my Sister in law there. She told me you were coming so I volunteered to take you to your examination room.” Stopping at the far end of the room she motioned V into her alotted room. “The nurse will be with you shortly, then Dr. Lucien.”

“Thank you.”

“You can change into a gown once I’m gone.”

“Of course! It was nice to make your acquaintance Doctor McKenna.”

“It will be nice to have the word of God here again.”

“You believe in God?” V looked surprised Ishani wearing a Bindi, it normally devoted to Hinduism.

“I am married! I believe in many things but my marriage is the most important.” She caught on to V’s curiosity. “I’ll be in touch about your Mother Superior. Once we are done sorting out her DNA sequencing we can bury her properly. This one will not go to the Tiger’s you have my word.”

“TIGERS? You feed them…” The Sister turned as white as her bed sheet.

“Unorthodox I do understand. But, at Fort Apache we do with what we have. The world is…accommodating I suppose. Have a good day, again welcome.”

Valentine merely waved, afraid to speak should she hurl. Entering the room she closed her door and disrobed putting on a very short gown that was missing straps to tie in back leaving her yet again vulnerable. Giving up she sat up on an examination table and bid her time looking over items in the room. It took what seemed forever before the knock on her door. “Come in!”

Entering her room was a tall lank man wearing a full body suit with a visor hiding his face. She immediately felt tense over not seeing his face. Using sign language to communicate she concluded he might be mute. Thankfully that was one of her studied gifts in the Convent so she understood and signed back.

“I am Dr. Saul Lucien.” He motioned. “Forgive my appearance, one cannot be too safe in my profession.”

“I understand completely.” It hadn’t dawned on her that nobody else wore any type of covering, not Hector, not Morgana or Twyla, not even Dr. McKenna or Ursula. She simply presumed he was a germaphobe. Watching him lift a stethoscope she wondered how he could possibly hear through the ear pieces when he had his ears covered by a habit that resembled a wet suit on a diver. Regardless he seemed to act as if he knew what he was doing. Checking her chest he moved about for heartbeat rhythm and lungs, she simply breathing in deeply on her own knowing the drill. His fingers brushed along each breast but stopped to sign.

“I’ll need to examine your breasts for lumps.”

“Oh!” She blushed, “Shouldn’t there be a nurse in attendance?”

“Short handed right now. I will be professional I promise.”

“Alright!” She seemed to want to cooperate and get it over with.

Drawing her gown forward she removed her arms and exposed her breasts to him. “May I ask how you can feel anything, hear anything in that suit?”

A sign of, “Special fabric that reacts as a second skin. I can hear, and feel as if skin on skin.”

“Oh I see. Sorry I’m just…edgy.”

“I can imagine.” He begins her breast examination feeling about for lumps then touching her areolas which tickled and brought them to a revival. Shivering at his thorough fondling yet trying to seem natural in going about it she held her breath. It was when he tugged her nipples that made her question his actions. Hovering her trembling hands over his he shook his head negatively to prevent her interference. Whimpering she allowed it to continue until finally he stopped. Before she could pull her gown up he held a finger up to stop her.

“Please relax.” He signed, “You are a TYPO correct?” The term TYPO when signed seemed a tad hard to decipher but she got the idea and nodded yes.

“Totally human.”

“I see! Are your pores sensitive to touch? There is a flesh irritation going around that if not properly diagnosed will begin early symptoms of leprosy.”

“Leprosy? Oh…my goodness.”

“Indeed! I’ll need you to undress and lay back.” Before she does he checks her glands and encircles her neck with both hands which made her swallow dryly. A stare into his visor she saw her own expression of haunt at his grasp. A second to breath he removes his hands and moves across her chest to hook her lowered gown, taking it from her. Totally nude save for socks and shoes he paused her and lifted her leg one at a time taking even those from her. The Nun was now shaking like a leaf. Checking out her toes and tickling her feet he released her foot and signed. “I apologize for tickling you. You are showing a more increased sensitivity than a usual response.”

“I think it’s just…you. I’m not used to being…naked around a man.”

“Again I understand. I’ll ask you to lay back and spread your legs I’ll give you a pap smear. It is required to check for all fungus and cervical cancer cells which might be hiding before allowing you to move about freely and not contaminate others.”

“Alright!” She cringes but complies as he lifts a finger to show her then signs, “My suit has micro circuitry that will test your vaginas secretions. Please hold still and allow me time to do my job. It will take approximately five minutes.”

“Five?” She bulged her eyes and tried not to kick him as he guided her legs wide to make room for himself. Doubling up two fingers he enters her vagina and hears her wheeze. His intrusion was met with a tensed body, her pussy tightening around his introduction. With only one hand free to sign it limited his communication. Palming her belly he held her down with a calmness at first then more pressurized as she squirmed. It was not long before she realized he was fingering her rather than examining her for anything potentially viral. Still she was too unsure of it all to tell him to stop. It did feel nice even though it was wrong to form impure thoughts.

The second his fingers began moving in and out fucking her she lifted up on her elbows, “What are you doing?” Holding her firmly he proceeded to torment her hormones. Prepared to scream a knock came over the door. The second the knob was turned to enter the Doctor’s uniform deflated and fell to the tile below. Hearing the visor clatter she knew. Godfrey had struck again.