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STORY: Kendra - Lv 02, Ch 04
🕑 Added 2017-12-29 04:15:20 +0000 UTC Kendra - Chapter 04 - Thanks for the Sugar(c) 2017 by Shadowriter
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CONTENT WARNING: the following story is a becoming more explicit with each chapter: it may contain major F-F erotica with elicit details.
--- LEVEL: 02 ---
"Normal? What is there normal about me?", Kendra's words echoed in his ears. Was this really how she felt? He had failed her.
A long silence followed as he searched for the words that would numb her pain; the words that would bring back that smile he had not seen in so long... but they did not come.
Every time Samile opened his mouth to speak, he closed it again in shame. If only her mother were here... if only she would reach out to her daughter. 'Where are you? She needs you more than ever, why won't you talk to her', he sighs to himself on the verge of crying.
"Honey, I-"
The doorbell chimed just as he began, sapping his courage.
"I love you", he said as the bell rang again; then walked out to answer it.
"I know", she whispered waiting until he was out of earshot. As her head slumped forward she was met with a meow and a purr.
Kendra looked on as a fuzzy pink kitten began nuzzling against her arm, like it was trying to scratch an itchy tooth; then it flipped about and did the same on the other side.
"Where did you come from?", she pondered aloud, "and who did that to your fur?" Ken shook her head, dismayed that someone would subject the poor critter to hairdye, but she had to admit it was really cute.
. . .
'Finally you're ready', he thought about how he was going to scold her immature-
BNNG-----------GNONNG! Came the slow drum of a heavy hand on the buzzer, growing ever more impatient.
"Do you have any idea what you've put her through?", he nearly shouts as he opens the door to the old woman from across the way.
"I- eh", the neighbor begins, quickly growing nervous with his behavior. "Maybe I should come back", she says, as she begins backing away.
"First you're hot, then you're cold. You come to talk to her, then you don't... is THIS what its going to take", he says flustered before giving her a long, deep kiss. After a moment she melts into it and starts kissing back.
Sensing her guard is down, Sami grabs the woman's hand and pulls her down the hall to Kendra's room and kicks her door from ajar back open.
. . .
"My darling, we have something to tell you... this has been weighing on my heart for years now, and its time you know the truth", he says to his daughter, emboldened by the opportunity to set things right.
After a few more seconds of silence, he pries, "don't you have something you want to say to *our* daughter?"
"...eh, I do?", Mrs Gatsbrinkle stammers.
"Oh, playing hard to get are we... fine", kisses her again passionately, disturbing the hell out of Kendra, whose mouth hung agape in horror and disbelief.
"Now do you have anything to say?", he chimes smiling, his head bobbling a little with joy at the question.
"Uhm... oh my", she tries to compose herself; then leans forward and hoarsely whispers, "Your father is a really great kisser!", as she nods and nervously smiles.
It was just then that Kendra's father noticed the oddly colored cat glaring at him and rubbing against his daughter; he looks back at the neighbor lady and she smiles so big he can see the seam of her dentures.
"Whooh...", she starts, a bit too excited,"I knew a Sammy once. Sammy Davis Jr., and let me tell you, he was a good kisser too..."
Samile swallows hard, staring at the cat. In response it sticks out its tongue, teasing him as his smile falls away and the depth of his mistake sinks in.
"Uh... what can I do for you, Mrs Gatsbrinkle?", he says, now with a nervous smile painted across his face and a sway to his entire body as it seeks the fastest way out of this nightmare.
She fixes her hair and smiles back at him, "Well... I was going to ask to borrow some sugar... but now I'm a little worried you might take that the wrong way."
His eyes burn the question, 'how could you', into the tiny fluffball that he could swear was now rolling in laughter.
For her part, Kendra just wanted to die; she wanted this day to be over... how much worse could it get? She throws her pillow over her face and screams.
. . .
Once sure they've left, Kendra tosses the pillow at the door and looks back at the kitten, which hasn't left her lap. She picks it up and begins stroking it again, close to her chest, as she starts pacing around the room.
After a few minutes she notices the furball has taken way too much interest in her necklace, and is batting it around wildly. "Okay", she says setting it on the bed. "...time to find you something to play with", with that Ken starts rummaging through her closet looking for a loose string or something she can use as a toy.
She doesn't notice the rune of Gemini glowing in the center of the amulet. It fades a few seconds later as she pulls the chord out of an old pair of sweats.
When she turns around to taunt the little psychopath, she's wracked with burning pain radiating out from her abdomen. Unable to think about anything else, Kendra curls into a ball on the floor until it abates.
As she rose up, Kendra noticed a sizable bulge in her sweatshorts. Dumbstruck, she reached down to see what it was, her vision going white as her arm made contact.
After coming back to her senses, she carefully pulled her shorts down to see her entire vulva had swollen to more than twice its normal size. Her clitoris stood out well past its hood, the most excited she'd ever seen it, and her labia were so puffy they almost made a circle.
Kendra had seen this look before, on a few porn sites- but she didn't even own a pump, much less use one. The more she stared at it, the more she felt her mind slipping... her body was going into heat, whether she wanted to or not.
Somehow, she managed not to melt into a pool of her own ecstasy, mustering every ounce of will she pulled her hands back and turned away from the mirror. Perhaps it was the thought of her father and neighbor still in the house... the only thing Kendra was sure of, was that she needed to get the fuck out of the here.
Fast as she could, Ken put on pants and shoes and snuck out her bedroom window. Nothing so dramatic as a third floor escape across rooftops, no Kendra's window was on the first and only floor, and faced out toward the street. She didn't see any sign of the cat-sprinkler lady, or her father, so she quickly took off down the street.
. . .
She always liked running, it was one of the few things she was good at. Despite a bit of pudge on her lower stomach, Kendra was in terrific cardiovascular shape. She never really kept track of distances or progress, she just ran to clear her head; her body always told her when it had enough, and that was usually after a few miles.
Today was different. No matter how long she ran, or how hard she pushed herself, her mind kept racing through the past few days events.
Finally beyond their limits, Kendra's legs betrayed her and she stumbled to her knees. Breathing heavily she began to look around; her first assessment was that her surroundings were totally unfamiliar; her second was that this was a bad thing, a very bad thing.
"Well, well... look who stumbled into my parlor, said the spider...", came a deep feminine voice somewhere above her.
Barely able to stand, Kendra spun around scanning junk heaps; high atop the Eastern heap she saw a black figure, silhouetted against the sun. Ken couldn't make out the colors, but she had on a long coat and a triangular hat... and her left hand rested on the pommel of a- 'was that a cutlass?', Kendra wondered as the sun gleamed off the polished brass.
"What's that thar? Did you come all this way to give me such a lovely medallion? A fitting tribute given your folly... leave it there and be on your way while I've still a mind to let you walk."
"Excuse me?!", Kendra shouted, her eyes narrowing; 'this punk is really asking for it', she thought.
"You heard me. Unhand my prize and be gone, lest I slip into a fouler mood", the woman says, now unsheathing her sword.
"Who the fuck do you think you are making demands? You think holding a weapon makes you some kind of badass?", Kendra's nostrils were flaring now... no one had dared threaten her since junior high.
"Right then, how rude of me", she laughed sheathing her blade. "I took for granted you knew who I was, but clearly these are new waters for ye." She hopped down to a slightly lower vehicle, removed her cap and bowed deeply, "Captain Camilla Poppy, at your service. I'll be helping unburden you of any heavy treasures you may be carrying this evening, beginning with that fine necklace."
"Wait... what? Did you just introduce yourself as a pirate??", Kendra was taken aback.
"Perhaps I should have been more forthright with my intentions, clearly subtlety escapes you.", she mocked, jumping the remaining twenty feet to the ground and landing with the barest skid on the loose dirt. "I'll be having that grand coin from around yer neck now."
"And clearly you are batshit fucking crazy", Kendra retorted, unconsciously mimicking her father's head bobble. "But if you think you're so fucking tough, come and take it from me."
'This one's bold, I like her', Poppy smiled to herself as she unhooked her belt with a quick tug, then tossed it with her blade a safe distance... and her hat as an afterthought a moment later. She charged in expecting to intimidate her, but rather than strike, she grabbed fer the shiny.
Having learned to fight dirty, to take down assholes much larger than herself, Kendra understood how to use pain. She hopped up delivering a knuckle behind Poppy's jaw, then spun behind her and landed one in each kidney.
The Captain reared back almost screaming, then whipped round and loosed her own cannon shot pulverizing her foe. She had meant to hold back, but the pain had driven her almost feral for a spell. Poppy almost cried as she felt her fist sink far too deep into the short girl's face, she rushed over to check on her, certain she had done irreparable damage.
Kendra felt her jaw disintegrate on that hit as she went spiraling through the air to land several yards away. Fuck that hurt. Ken wasn't sure how she was still conscious after such a blow, but she slowly crawled back to her feet... all the while she could feel her chin and cheek knitting back together. By the time she was back up, blood stopped pouring from her mouth. She saw the woman charging at her again, and knew she couldn't take another hit like that.
Poppy wasn't sure how to react, by the time she'd gotten there, the girl was back on her feet and looking pissed. Either she hadn't done the damage she thought, or this little one was a lot tougher than she had let on. Regardless, this was escalating far too fast, and had already gone well past the playful sparring she had intended for sport. She brought up her hands ready to guard while she talked the girl down.
'Now or never', she thought, charging into a roll that caused entirely too much pain to her still half-broken face. Steeling herself against the pain, Kendra came out of the roll into a leaping vag-claw, seizing a treasure of her own.
Poppy's eyes bugged out and her knees buckled as Kendra squeezed every ounce of strength into the hold, but there was something more... beyond the physical grip Kendra could feel an intense warmth channeling down her arm and into her opponent, she could almost see wisps of pink energy flowing past.
The Cap'n's eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out as she went completely limp in Kendra's grasp, her head nearly striking the ground as the intimate grip was the only thing keeping her aloft.
Kendra, too, fell to her knees, exhausted from the day's events. As she let go and fell back onto her hands, she could feel the last bits of bone fusing back together.
"Damn, bu, you don't play fair", Poppy laughs a moment later as she's recovered enough to sit up, her pants completely soaked from the intense orgasm Kendra had somehow channeled into her.
Kendra shakes her head, this girl was still far too intense and familiar, but at least she wasn't trying to talk like a pirate. Ken actually kinda liked this voice, it was rich and slightly Hispanic, but warm and genuine.
"Look... sorry I got carried away", she said ashamed and with the beginnings of tears in her eyes, "I didn't mean to hit you that hard." Poppy nodded and continued, "I-"; she paused and hung her head for a few seconds, then turned away to hide the tear, "... I'm glad you're okay."
"Call it a draw?", Kendra smirked as she extended her arm to help Camilla up.
"Alright... you can keep the damned necklace", she retorts in a playful tone as she accepts Kendra's help. "For now", she adds with a wink as she puts her arm around the smaller girl's shoulders to steady her gate as she's still feeling the aftershocks.
. . .
"So this is your den of thieves?", Kendra asks as they step through the sliding bay door into the main workshop. It was absolutely huge, easily big enough to be a hanger, but made from cinderblock and steel into a giant garage; the ceiling 's easily thirty feet tall. And in the center of it all, a replica galleon... it was about a quarter scale, but it still dominated the area, almost scraping the roof.
"Please!", Poppy barked. Then pointed to the jolly roger high atop the mast, "PIRATES."
"Okay, that's cool. I'll grant you the ship is impressive.", Kendra conceded taking it in. "But where am I? How did I wind up on the set of some post-apocalyptic movie?"
"You really aren't from around here, are ya?", Poppy laughed.
"I have no idea where *here* is", she shrugged.
"Used to be called Oscar's Salvage...", Camilla said, her voice growing quiet.
"What happened?", Kendra asked.
"I don't wanna talk about it", she replied, shaking her head then looking away.
"Did... did you do something to him?", Ken guessed.
"What the fuck!?", Poppy boomed. "...the hell makes you think I'd hurt my uncle!?", she continued as she got up and started walking away. She paused at the far wall, to look at an old photo and headline that read Oscar & Maria Consuelo to buy Iconic Harbor-Area Salvage Yard. The date was cut off, but the clipping looked quite old... the paper was yellow and was falling apart.
"Look, maybe you should just leave", Poppy snarls as Kendra walks up behind her.
"Love to", she says, not actually wanting to go, "...but I still have no idea where the hell I am."
Camilla pauses for a moment to compose herself, "Okay... lets start from the other end. You're on Earth." Folding her arms and adding a moment later, "You do know where that is?"
"Yes... and I know I'm in the bay area, but I don't think I've ever been this far North- at least, I think I was going North...", she trails off.
"Unless you run on water, I'd say you came from the East. You're practically on a peninsula out here... if you go North, South, or West- you wind up in Oakland Harbor."
"Oakland?!", she said, shocked.
Poppy smiled, this girl was serious, "why, where'd you come from?"
"San Jose ...I took off running this morning and-"
"No fucking way! You ran from San Jose! That's like 45 miles!", Camilla was trying not to act impressed, but something about this girl told her it was probably true.
Kendra felt the weight crashing down as her adrenaline faded, "Yeah, to tell you the truth I am a little ti-"
Camilla leapt forward and caught her as Kendra passed out. "Damn, girl, you don't hold anything back do you..."
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