Through The Portal (Closed)

[wintersfanatic]

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OOC:​

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1301096



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Emily Abrams turned in her desk as soon as the five-minute warning bell rang, and although their substitute, Mr. Cunnings, tried desperately to maintain order in the classroom, he soon found it impossible to keep their attention; after about twenty seconds he simply gave up trying and walked back behind the teachers desk and sat down. Emily grabbed her backpack and was already stuffing her binder and textbook into it by the time her friends Caitlin and Sarah had wandered over, and the three seniors spent the next five minutes picking up where they'd left off before classes had started.

When the bell rang a second time, Emily rose from her seat and with one hand lifted her backpack up and slung it over her left shoulder so that it came to rest against the small of her back. She didn't bother to pull her arm through the other strap, however, as she preferred having it hang a bit while she walked to her next class.

According to the schedule that she'd stuffed inside her pants pocket, Emily had Physics next. She hated the class, but she was completely and utterly infatuated with the teacher. Mr. Thompson was certainly old enough to be her father, but he looked pretty damn good for his age (whatever that was).

Since it was the start of classes, Emily was able to pick a seat closer to the front, and she coyly nibbled on the end of her pencil while he went about with his lesson.

If Brad Pitt had walked into the classroom at that point, she probably wouldn't have given him the time of day.

Her friends constantly ragged on her whenever they caught her ogling, often handing her crumpled up notes with her name and his wrapped up in giant hearts. It was childish but also pretty funny. As it was she already had a boyfriend, and there was no chance in Hell that was going to be getting in bed with Mr. Thompson anytime soon. It didn't take long before the bell rang again, and the love-struck eighteen-year old picked herself up and hauled her ass off to the rest of her classes. By the time 2:30 came around her agenda book was packed with forms for her parents to sign, and even a few of her teachers had assigned work to do over the weekend.

After making a quick stop at her locker, Emily picked up her somewhat lighter backpack and headed outside. She didn't have a car yet, and instead of taking the bus back home she decided that she'd take advantage of the late summer weather and walk. She didn't really mind the lengthy stroll, and the lightweight, sleeveless tank top, combined with the short jean-shorts she was wearing made her feel somewhat comfortable in the afternoon heat.

Emily had been a pretty early bloomer, and although she didn't really flaunt her breasts the way some of the other girls did, it was hard to hide just how curvy her young body was. Her shirt was cut fairly low, and her large, full breasts were made to seem even bigger as the padded bra she wore provided a bit of support for her chest. Emily kept the rest of her shirt pulled up against her body, tied up into a knot near her rib cage to bare her midriff. She had a firm stomach, but her muscles had a softness to them that made her seem more a bit more fragile.

If the swell of her chest wasn't an indication of her femininity, Emily's waist and ass surely were. The denim shorts she wore fit her perfectly, almost as if they'd been painted on. Her ass was nice and tight, and her rounded butt cheeks were easily contoured by the tight-fitting clothes she wore.

She certainly received her fair-share of looks.

It would take about twenty minutes to walk to her house, but Emily figured she could shave off a couple of minutes by turning down a few side streets and take the wooden trail that would eventually lead out to her own road. The dark-haired teen didn't mind walking by herself... it was a small town after all.

Everyone knew everyone.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Dane Cannon leaned in the doorway of a nearby farmhouse which, to the untrained eye, looked like any other rural living establishment deep in the woods. He stubbed out a cigarette as he kept an eye on the school nearby. It always made a ripe target for his raids. Dane had grown up with no family, which had long ago been destroyed in the mining wars of the Andahaarian system. Andahar had been among the first places populated when mankind discovered portal travel that bent time and space, and it was there that humans developed a foothold in a galaxy beyond their own. However, the experiment had been short lived, as the two planets where humans had colonized were soon conquered by a conglomerate of other species, previously unknown, who did not appreciate the infringement so near locations the others had viewed as valuable. Dane had escaped harm himself, though not without exposure to violence and horror, and on one occasion found himself on the outskirts of his own city when the enemies had attacked. Bunkered in a local university common with a number of other students, he dove under a sheltered area as militants marched through the building killing anyone in sight, while leaving the women. He watched the invaders place the girls each against a nearby wall, shackle them at the wrists, and march them out, all at once, before leaving everything else intact and every male in sight dead. It was the first he learned of the harvest.

Human women were valuable. Humans had expanded across the universe and multiplied at far greater rates than other species. Like a cancerous cell, they seemed to divide and expand, divide and expand, such that they consumed anything in their path. At the same time, human women seemed enticing, exotic, to many in the far reaches of the universe. Aliens lusted for them, while humanoids saw an opportunity to breed pure humans out of existence by impregnating the women, forcing them to carry hybrid children that would soon overtake and eliminate the existence of true humans by virtue of numbers and math alone. As this strategy took hold, women began to decline in numbers. Many killed themselves, rather than be subject to the terror of the harvest. Others were killed when they had no further use by the humanoids. Some did not survive mating by the Aliens, who enjoyed purely using them for pleasure. And as their numbers declined, human men found them that much more rare and desirable. Dane wasn't stupid.

Over time, he realized his best shot at survival was to provide a service. And to keep his enemies closer. As a male, he felt the same stirrings that other human males did as well. He wasn't stupid at all. After he had seen the harvest up close, Dane sought out, and made friends with Favian Prince, a humanoid, wealthy, interplanetary baron with interests across the universe, and a humanoid with connections in high places. Prince had asked him why he, little more than an average man with no real resources, should be allowed to live...why would he come to the presence of someone who so hated humankind and had served so long to wipe them out. Forced to think quickly, Dane sought protection over principle, and it was then that he crossed over for good.

"I have a sister," he said. Favian grinned an evil, toothy grin and demanded loyalty and fealty.

"Bring her to me," Prince said. "Show me where your loyalty lies." And Dane did. He knew what happened to his sister, and he knew she was alive, though the had never seen her again. Eight years later, he now worked for Prince, but also others, free so long as he could run women the way men on Earth had once run cocaine, always protected by those he could supply. This would only be his latest mission. Human women had become more rare throughout the universe. And so it made sense that Dane would return, every so often, to the mother source - Earth. The high schools and colleges were filled with girls and women that would both make him a profit and make him personally happy. As a man, he always felt stirrings himself and he was not beyond trying the merchandise so as to set the price of the goods. The portal had brought him here once more, and he noticed several girls near the school, milling about as classes ended. He preferred girls of age and his one remaining principle was that he would never supply underage girls to his clients, though he was sure some had such desires. He would leave that to other bounty hunters. In the distance, he noticed a brunette step into the woods. She looked eighteen or so, and her body was developed to a girl well into her twenties, though he could not be sure. He wondered if she had friends, and how he might gather several women to take and satisfy several clients. He watched her walk deeper into the woods and toward a clearing. If she came this way once, she would come again. His move would not be made today, but he would follow, carefully, at a distance, to find the best time to drag her away and through the portal back to Andahar. In a couple of days, her adventure would begin. And it would begin beneath him, far away from her own planet.

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[wintersfanatic]

The portal had brought him here once more, and he noticed several girls near the school, milling about as classes ended. He preferred girls of age and his one remaining principle was that he would never supply underage girls to his clients, though he was sure some had such desires. He would leave that to other bounty hunters. In the distance, he noticed a brunette step into the woods. She looked eighteen or so, and her body was developed to a girl well into her twenties, though he could not be sure. He wondered if she had friends, and how he might gather several women to take and satisfy several clients. He watched her walk deeper into the woods and toward a clearing. If she came this way once, she would come again. His move would not be made today, but he would follow, carefully, at a distance, to find the best time to drag her away and through the portal back to Andahar. In a couple of days, her adventure would begin. And it would begin beneath him, far away from her own planet.

As the weather continued to improve, Emily began walking back home more and more, though sometimes she came with a small group of friends, and others only one or two more with her. The woods certainly weren't dangerous, but traveling with friends allowed Emily to relax at an even more subconscious level. And besides, it gave her a chance to talk openly, without having to worry about anyone seeing a text.

Emily had been friends with Casey since they were little, and although they had different plans for college, they decided that they'd keep in touch as much as possible.

Casey had often joked about "jealous" she was of Emily's body, but the young blonde certainly had a lot to be proud of, even if her breasts weren't quite as big. Like Emily, she had an athletic stomach and a tight ass that kept in shape from years of playing soccer.

As far as society was concerned, they were in the prime of the their lives.

And untouchable (at least in their minds).

Emily and Casey laughed and joked as they gossiped about just about everything, from movies to their current or ex-boyfriends. Emily admitted that she was still a virgin, though she certainly experimented a bit. Casey was a bit more open with her sexuality, but she hadn't felt pressured or anything. Sex was natural, and she rather liked it.

Continuing to stroll through the woods, their conversation turned towards school and sports, and Emily said that she'd happily take off from work to go see Casey's next away game.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Dane kept an eye on the brunette until she was joined by a cute, athletically built blonde who had raced to catch up to what appeared to be her friend. He watched as the two talked, words he could not hear, as they passed to the far reaches of the woods and out of his vision. It was then that he left his vantage point and began tracking them in earnest. He approached them from behind, far enough to not be seen, but close enough to gather that both girls had the goods that he could market into a profitable payday...firm bodies, pert breasts, the slightly bulbous hindquarters and thighs that demonstrated athleticism, fitness, and the hips necessary to birth children once filled with the seed that would make them the possession of their future owners and the mothers of the next generation in a land far, far away. He smiled to himself. Earth never failed him. He watched the girls as far as he could without being detected, then doubled back to investigate the route they had taken. If he could find the best place to hide the following morning, he would likely be able to grab one, or both of the girls, smuggle them quickly into the farmhouse, and remove them even faster to the portal, which would slide them silently through space and time to Andahar. Once in his world....in his broader universe, they would be his to use, to peddle, as he pleased.

Near the path on which the two girls had come stood an overhanging series of branches, which served as something of an archway in the densest part of the woods, yet also one near enough to the farmhouse that he felt comfortable making his move. Dane rounded the bend to see if any other students were passing by, and to determine whether he could be seen from this place. Satisfied he could not be, he decided it would be the location he hid the next morning. He then returned to the farmhouse, content to think about the girls he had observed, thinking of what their firm bodies would feel like, pressed against him, getting himself off at the idea of their subjugation, first to him, and then in a much worse fashion to the master to which they would be sold. It was the power he enjoyed as much as the lust. It was knowing the girls would soon be his and then be powerless to him and others. Work was a pleasure for him, and he would soon gain pleasure from his work.

 

[wintersfanatic]

"So you think you'll be able to take off Friday?" Casey asked.

"I'll try," Emily answered, though her tone of voice seemed to hint at her doubts that the family she babysat for would be able to find a suitable replacement. Emily had really hoped to be able to catch Casey's next game, but it looked like she'd be stuck at the Baker's house for the next couple of nights. The only bright side was that she'd be able to put in some good work on some of her projects, which would, hopefully, let her have an even more flexible schedule later on.

"John's gonna be there," Casey noted.

Emily rolled her eyes, and then made a 'yuck' face by pretending to throw up.

"And Mr. Thompson."

"Ugh," Emily said, rolling her eyes again.

She'd never live that particular fantasy... and it seemed like her friends would never cease to taunt her about it either.

"Okay, hold on," Casey said as she drew out her cellphone. She tugged on the back of Emily's pink tank top, drawing the curvaceous brunette back so that they could take a quick photo for Snapchat to send to their other friends. Emily was the one showing the most skin, so each photo pretty much captured a healthy dose of her cleavage. They were pretty much alone in the wooded area, so, as Casey rationalized, it wasn't like anyone would be able to say or do anything.