Morgan: Chapter 7 (Reader Release) (Patreon)

Your boots clomp along the wet and cracking asphalt as you walk in a numb silence as your witch companion leads you through block after block of the same ruined city under the same cold, gray sky as the day before.  In clothes more suited to the conditions you aren’t nearly so chilled as yesterday though your encounter with the ‘hellhound’ that had once been Mike had left you just as rattled.  For her part Morgan is all business.  Seemingly satisfied that the creature would be delayed for a least a little while her focus was on the road ahead and the ruined surroundings.  Beside her her pack animal plods along oblivious to everything except the ground a few feet in front of it.  Pulling up your hood you walk along the other side of her, her proximity giving you courage, as you cannot help but to glance back again and again and again.  A world full of gruesome horrors was terrifying but impersonal.  Knowing now that you had a monster whose reason for existence was to hunt YOU brought that terror home.

“It won’t catch us while we’re on the move.”  Morgan says after catching your attention lingering behind you.  “And it’s not the only thing we need to watch for.  Morning’s the best time to travel but I still need your head in the now Lucky.”

“Yeah.  Sorry.”  You turn your head and focus on the route ahead.  “I’m watching.”

Forcing yourself to focus you follow her example and start to actually scan about looking for any signs, big or small, for anything out of the ordinary.  Not that you even knew what ordinary was in this world.  Despite the familiarity of it being the city you were born and raised in there was nothing that you could take for granted here.  If up suddenly became down it would only be slightly more disorienting than seeing your home like this.  And now that you were really looking in rising light of morning you start to spot more differences beyond just the apocalyptic decay.

The thing that finally caught your eye was a phone booth.  Another phone booth.  Just in the short stretch from the safe house to here it was the third one you’d seen.  With that detail noted you notice that even the newest models of the burned and wrecked vehicles were thirty or more years old.  The event that ravaged this world looked to have happened at some point before the turn of the millennium.

“Morgan?”

“Yeah?”

“What year is it?”

“Don’t know.”  She answers directly.  “Does it matter?”

“No.  I suppose not.”  You say.  “I was just wondering.”

“Somewhere in the 80’s.  Long enough that nobody remembers what was taken from us.”

“Ah.”

After about an hour of hard marching Morgan looks to the sky.  “Snow’s stopped.  Wind calming.  Crosswind.  This is good.”  With a tug to her beast’s horn she brings it shuffling to stop at the center of a major intersection.  You remembered this spot well as you’d nearly gotten run over by a delivery truck early in your courier gig.  “Keep your eyes peeled.”

“Sure.  Whatever you say Morgan.”  Stepping away from her you clutch your pistol in both hands and stand lookout.

Wasting no time Morgan starts pulling a few things off her animal.  She leaves the beast to meander as she carries her bundle to a rusting car abandoned in the center of the intersection.  She takes a careful look into the vehicle then startles you by smashing out the driver’s side window with a hammer.  A skeleton you guessed was once human, though its bones were now twisted, bent and spiked with thorny protrusions, she pushes unceremoniously to the other side of the car.  She dumps her stuff onto the driver’s seat before walking around to take out the opposite window.  She then moves to another car, this one with it’s driver’s door already open, then begins to cut chunks of seat foam to ferry back to the first car.

Despite your curiosity you remain alert for danger.  You glance down the street you’d just come from twice as much as the other directions combined but her warning that the hellhound would find you when you were not moving, like you were now, had you uneasy.  “What are you doing?”

“I’m breaking your trail.”  She says.  “It’ll buy us a few more hours.  Maybe even a day with a favorable wind.”

“Oh.”  You say, not at all enlightened.

“I’m gonna need another load from you so start thinkin nasty thoughts.”

You look around your desolate surroundings.  “Here?”

“It’s gotta be yours Ashe.  And I used your last wad distracting it.”  She stands, dusts off her knees, then heads off to gather junk.  “We’re lucky, Lucky.  It’s still a young hound so these diversions still work on it.  They won’t for too long.  Damn things learn quick.”

“I see.”  Your eyes once again wander down the street behind you and again that pointed fear pierces your heart.  It wasn’t if it was coming, it was when.  You weren’t ready for this shit.  You just weren’t ready.  “Morgan.”

“Yeah Ashe?”

“Why?  Why a hellhound?  What did I do to deserve a hellhound?”

“It wasn’t you Ashe.  It was him.  Some say it is because at the moment of death their consciousness was reaching out to yours for help.  Some say it’s their life force reaching out for another source of living energy as their own ebbed away.  Some say it’s petty envy at you surviving when they did not.”  She says.  “Could be all bullshit though.  But if you’re in the unfortunate position of watching someone die again…I’d avoid eye contact.”

“Morgan.”  You say again with a waver in your voice  “I’m…I’m going need you to tell me what to do.  Okay?”

With a mighty yank she tears a long strip of polyurethane foam from the back seat of an SUV.  “What’s that?”

“I need you to tell me what to do.”

She looks at you for a few seconds before starting back to the first car.  “Ashe…”

“Please!”  You yelp far louder than you mean to.  “Please.  I’ll even fight it if you want me to.  I just…I just need you…to tell me what to do.”  You take a deep breath to try to settle yourself.  “Okay?”

She stops mid-stride and turns your direction, her vibrant eyes narrowing.

“I know!”  You shout.  “I know.  Hold it together.  Be strong.  I’m trying Morgan.”  Your voice breaks as tears threaten.  “I’m really trying.  Just…I need this, okay?  Is that okay?”

Letting the foam slip from her hands she approaches you.  With a rough slap she brings her hand down on your shoulder and grips it hard.  “That’s what you need?”

You nod and bow your head in shame of your weakness, then whisper.  “That’s what I need.”

Her other hand grabs your chin and lifts it, forcing you to face her eye to eye.  Her violet gaze delves deep into yours.  “You’re lucky you’ve got a big dick, a big mouth, and a nice ass kid.”

You laugh nervously at her most unexpected reply despite yourself.  “What?”

“Makes keeping you around a lot easier.”  She winks.  “Cheer up Lucky.  If I was gonna leave ya I woulda done it back there.  You need me to play Mistress?  Alright then.  Mistress I shall be.”

“Thank you.”  You say through a breath of relief.

“And you’ll settle down?”  Her grip tightens.  “I ain’t sittin babies out here kid.  I’ll take your leash but I need you here.  I need you on point.  When I say run, you run.  When I say hide, you hide.  When I say fight, you fucking fight with all you have.  The day you stop listening is the day I stop commanding.  I’m not gonna play games with will he, won’t he shit.  You either will or you won’t.  That make sense?”

“Yeah.  Okay.”  You nod eagerly.  “Yes!”

“We’ll see.”  She smiles without actually smiling and pats your cheek.  Letting you go she spins on her heel and returns to take the foam to the car.  She tears it in half and chucks it onto the mound of orange and yellow hunks that she’d already piled.  “That’ll do.  Get over here Lucky.”  With a quick look around for threats you hurry to join her at the open driver’s side door where Morgan was down on one knee placing small disks of wood here and there among the foam chunks.  She glances up at you then nods to the pile.  “Right here.”

“Right here?”

“Bust it here.”  She says.  “Shoot your shit all over.  Not just in one puddle.  Keep it all in the car.  Don’t waste a drop.”

“Oh.”  You lower your pistol.  “Um…I don’t know if I can.”

“You got trouble hearing kid?”  She barks.  “You want a Mistress or don’t you?  We’re burning minutes here.”  Snatching the gun from your hand she jams it back into your pocket.  “Whip that fuck stick out and get to work.”

“Yeah.”  You fumble with your fly a second but soon have your dick out in the cold air.

Grabbing the crotch of your pants Morgan jerks you closer and in one swift motion dips her head and sucks your penis into your warm mouth.  “Mmm.”  Her brows furrow in concentration as she begins clubbing your cold shriveled dick around her mouth with a strong tongue.

“Mmmf!”  You grunt as Morgan’s cheeks pull in from intense suction and she pullllls your manhood so that it stretches as long as the flaccid flesh would go before popping out of her lips.  Hurried she finds your sex again and slurps it back into her hot, wet mouth.  Forcefully, almost angrily, Morgan starts sucking your cock so as to elicit maximum stimulation in the minimum time.  You grab the roof and door of the car for support as your dick is orally assaulted.  “Oh fuck!”

“Rrrm.”  Her eyes glower up at you as she sucks you hard and fast.  Just as you were finding your rhythm she stops.  Letting your now half aroused chubby fall from her lips she spits into her hand and grabs you in a vice like grip where starts pumpin, pumpin, pumpin your plumping pecker hard and rough.  “Come on kid.  Get it up.”  Holding the base tight she wraps her lips around your knob sucking and tongue lashing it before going down on you in a quick bobbing blowjob.  “Mmm!  Mmm!  Mmm!”

“Ohhh!  Oh fuckin…mmmm!”  Despite your fear, despite the cold, despite standing out in the center of a major intersection your cock responds.  While your courage might crumble from time to time your penis always seems to rise to the occasion.  “Ohhh Morgan.”

“There it is.”  She says triumphantly as she pulls away from your rock hard member.  Grabbing your hand she turns the palm her way then spits into it.  Slapping it against your shaft she commands.  “Jerk it.”

“Yeah.”  You take your dick and start to wank off right there in the open.

Morgan tilts her head and watches you masturbate with a twinkle in her eyes.  She seemed to be watching for the pure joy of it which only spurred you to pump faster.

“That’s it kid.  Fast as you can.”  She massages your balls through your pants then gives them a firm pat before turning to work on the pile inside the car.  From a plastic tube she pours what looked like dried oregano into her palm.  Balling up her hand she whispers into it then opens it again and blows the stuff out over the foam.  She puts the tube away pulls out a box of matches and places it on the seat.  Glancing back over her shoulder she asks.  “Gonna cum?”

You shake your head no.

“Damn it.  Quit watching me and think dirty thoughts.”  She stands and slips out past you.  Grabbing the back of your coat she shoves you forward.  Your chest is pushed against the edge of the roof of the car.  Coming right up behind you Morgan presses into you, her chest tight to your back.  Her hands slip around your waist as she whispers in your ear.  “Cum.  Faster.  Cum!”  Your pants suddenly fall to your ankles as the button is released.  “Come on Lucky.” She whispers.  “If you’re going to be mine I need you to cum FAST.”

“Mmm.”  You nod.  “I’m trying.”

“There’s your problem.”  She croons.  Bringing her hand to her face she gives it a long lick then spits into it again.  “Stop trying and just let it happen.”  Reaching around she swats your hand away and takes over rubbing you out.  Her long, firm strokes were not so much jerking you off as straight up milking you for semen.  “Close your eyes.  I’ll keep watch.”

“Hmmm.”  You close your eyes and concentrate on the hard fapping.

“Relax.  Let it happen.  Feel it.  Don’t try to stop it.”

“Mmm.”  Your body slackens as your cock flexes.

“There it is.  You’re getting it.”  Her breath caresses your ear.  “Mmmm.  Faster.  That’s it.  I want you to cum faster.”

“Hohhhh.”

“Mmm, yesss.”  She writhes against you, her breasts pushing into your back and her cock into your ass, as she drones hypnotically.  “Horny young man like you.  You should be able to cum in no time.”

“Mmmmm.”

“Why, with a bit of training…I bet we could get you under…two minutes.”

“Ohhh.”

“One minute?”

“Mmmm.”

“He he he.  Thirty seconds?”  She nips your ear.  “I’ve never ruined a man’s stamina before.  Practical for these quickies.  And it could be fun.  Though I’d have to find other ways to get my pleasure out of you.”    Beside your ear you hear a slurp and a pop.  A moment later a hand is slipping into the back of your underwear.  With uncanny accuracy her long middle finger, covered in spit, slips through your cheeks to find your hole.  “What do you think Ashe?”

“I don’t know.”  You huff.

“Or perhaps the opposite?”  She ponders and flicks your earlobe with her tongue.  “We work on your endurance so that I can use you as looong as I like, when we have the time.  Mmm, that sounds fun too.”

“Ohh!”  You moan as her finger slips inside.  “This feels good!”

“Of course it does.”  She spits on her hand then gets right back to milking your manhood as her finger jabs in and out in slow, shallow thrusts.  “Fuck you feel good Ashe.”  Her hips buck into you, her own arousal now evident even through her pants.  “My own obedient man.  To have and to mold as I see fit.  A protege?  A minion?  A lover?”  She breathes.  “A life no longer alone?  The start of something…real?  Fuck.  You might just end up changing my whole damn world baby.”

“OHHH!”

Her grip tightens.  Her finger quickens.  Her hand tugs faster.

“That’s it.  Cum!  Cum Ashe.  Blow that load and make your Mistress proud.  CUM!”

“GNNNGHNNNGHH!”  With a buck and a long groan you blast your hot seed all over the awaiting foam.  “Hmmm!  Hmmm!  Hmmm!”  Your moans rise as she jerks you like mad to ensure your semen spattered as widely as possible.  “Ohhhh!”

She milks you to the very last drop, squeezing your cock so hard to get the final dribbles out that the pleasure verged on pain.  She finishes it all off with a soft kiss to your cheek then…she lets you go.  Pulling her hand away and her other hand out of your undies she slaps your ass.  “I knew you could do it.  Have some faith in yourself kid.”  Grabbing you by the shoulders she jostles you to the right.  Your pants around your boots you shuffle along nearly tripping.

You pull your pants up and zip up as Morgan leans in.  Using a piece of foam she spreads your splattered mess around as much as she can.  With a few words of magic she strikes a match and sets one of the wooden disks she’d placed amongst the foam to burning.  It lights with ease producing a steady orange flame.  After lighting a couple of the other disks she steps back and slams the door shut.  Together we watch the fire slowly grow.  After a few minutes the flames spread from the treated wood to the crumbling old foam producing inky black plumes of smoke that belch from the open windows to rise into the sky.  Morgan nods in satisfaction as she watches that ribbon of smoke drift slowly off to our left.

“That’ll do just fine.”  She looks off to the distance.  “Buy us a good little while.  Of course we just announced our presence to everything else around here.  Let’s move.”  Then with a nod the complete opposite direction she says.  “We’re heading that way.”  She claps her hands then pulls a piece of jerky from her pocket.  “Here!”

Across the street the massive beast of burden swings his head your way and lumbers toward its master’s call.  As it arrives she tosses it the jerky then guides it by the horn to start down the new street.

As you walk you glance across Morgan at the great pack animal…creature…thing suddenly feeling a new kinship with it.  You’d be seeing a lot of each other going forward, and both obeyed the same woman.  “He’s got no name?”

She gives you a side eye.  “Should he?”

“Well…yeah.”

“He’s never complained.”

“Ha!”

“You think he needs a name.  Give him a name.”  She says.  “In the meantime…”  She points to her eyes then out across the ruins.  “…stay in the now?”

“Right!”

With a nut bust and a ‘Mistress’ gained you walk with a livelier step and a lighter spirit.

Chapter 8