Dacy Alex

Eleanor Blackwood

***

They called him “The All American Prick.”

They threw garbage into the ring when he defeated Colin Macnamara in a cage match.

They rioted when he won his third World Championship from his brother Baron.

They drew knives when he piledrove Christine Isabella Dunham through a table.

They knew him as a devious, cunning, arrogant, vulgar rogue. A man who had turned on every single tag team partner he had.

They knew him as the most self-centered, morally inconsistent, vain brawler Fairy Revolution Wrestling had ever produced.’

They knew Brady Blackwood as a legend.

Eleanor Blackwood knew him as “Dad”.

She looked at this man and wondered. She wondered as hard as one could wonder anything in their life

Is this really my father?

Eleanor had golden hair, cute chipmunk cheeks that puffed out when she smiled, and wore bright red lipstick to give her a classy, glamorous appearance.

Her father, Brady Blackwood, also had golden hair. He would let it flow in his matches, giving him a Norse god appearance. He owned the classic granite chin but covered it up with a graying beard. Above a sharply pointed nose rested two wide blue eyes.

They looked alike, Eleanor supposed.

But, as Eleanor sat cross-legged in front of him in his spacious condo, she thought they were nothing alike.

He had foolishly spent hundreds of coins to obtain this condo that rested near the top of the highest tree in the Fairy Kingdom. His need to show off and to “stunt on these losers” had him borrowing money from Eleanor. At least it put him in the neighborhood of Fairy Council members.

The Blackwoods lived in the forest city of Gorias , the city of the wind element. A crystal stream of water flowed in a glittering cascade from the fairy council’s castle atop the Midsummer Tree to the forest floor where the sketchy leprechauns dwelled and The Wild Hunt schemed.

Brady poured himself another mead. All his mugs were from his FRW hall of fame induction.

Some might see the condo as a memorial to Brady’s legendary wrestling career. One could find a giant album cover of the country album FRW had him release. Or they could see numerous replica title belts left laying about. On the walls hung pictures of his innumerable triumphs in FRW.

There were no pictures of Dusty or Eleanor. In fact, the only woman featured was Brady’s former manager, the dominatrix Malaysia Nehrix. Brady had framed one of her whips above his second Ruler of the Ring trophy.

What an arrogant, self-centered jerk, Eleanor thought. No, Eleanor was nothing like her dad. His words proved it…

“We all know who stole my belt,” Brady announced before taking a swig of his mead. “It was Colin Macnamara.”

Colin Macnamara JR. Eleanor knew that name about as well as she could know any pro wrestler’s name. He was her father’s backstage rival. The underground wrestling newsletters which the gnomes wrote and which Dusty loved detailed the constant arguments between the two. Neither one wanted to look weak against the other, and neither one was willing to lose.

“Colin Jr is a mark,” Brady decided. Not for the first time. “You know what a mark is, little girl?”

“Don’t call me ‘little girl’.”

He ignored her.

“A mark is a man who believes his own shit. And this guy Colin thinks he’s actually the baddest vampire alive. I know 50 vampires badder than him, and they’d beat his ass the moment I say go. He stole my belt because he’s mad Moneystacks put me over and put the gold on me where it belongs. The only thing real in this business is the money and the miles. And Moneystacks knows I make money that stretches miles long. Colin’s money stretches inches. Like his cock.”

“Gross!” Eleanor exclaimed. Her chipmunk cheeks were red, causing dear old dad to laugh at her.

“Do you have any evidence to corroborate this claim that Mister Mcnamara stole your title?” Eleanor questioned.

Brady poured himself more mead as he vehemently nodded. Nodded and laughed as if he had some juicy information he was about to unload on her.

Heavens to Lorelei, they were too different even to coexist. Brady could scarcely take his failures seriously. He was truly what they said he was: a man so bereft of morality he went into the human world to pretend to be a sick old man in need of charity to hustle valuable donations from humans.

In contrast, Eleanor would offer her services to needy will-o-wisps while off duty. Eleanor had a strong sense of charity, while Brady claimed a strong sense of entitlement.

A scandal had once broken out when Brady founded a wrestling school with the promise of personally instructing the next generation of wrestlers. Yet, he only showed up on the first day, drunk, said a few slurred words and never showed up again.

“Do you find this funny?” Eleanor barked. It was getting hard to control her anger.

“Look at you playing little investigator.”

“I’m not playing anything. This is my job. I take it very seriously.”

“What do ya got for me then, little girl? Your old man’s an open book.”

Brady lifted his Greek god worthy body over his couch and gracefully situated himself next to Eleanor. He moved with far more elegance than a man of his musculature should have been able to.

“Where were you last night?” Eleanor asked firmly.

Brady laughed again, “I was at the Celtic Frost last night…”

“But you hate Colin, and that is Colin’s bar.”

“This dog marks any territory he wants. And, I was a man on the prowl….”

***

“Ask nicely,” Brady asked the woman sitting across from him.

Most men would never dare to tell Christine Isabella Dunham to “ask nicely.” Over her years in Fairy Revolution Wrestling Christine had graduated from tight assed fitness babe to tight assed MILF. At 50 fairy years old, she still sported her hair of liquid gold, sparkling grey eyes, toned ass that just wouldn’t quit, and humongous hooters.

The Fairy Council had, in its infinite wisdom, honored Christine by anointing her as a fairy godmother to human babies. This was due to Mister Alvin Moneystacks bathing the sometimes corruptible Fairy Council in coins. But, instead of guiding newborns, Christine had fucked their fathers…taking particular relish in those men half her age! Even Moneystacks infinite pot of gold couldn’t afford Christine’s dereliction of duty thus she was promptly removed from the position.

Brady leaned back in his chair so far he lifted the legs off the dirty floor.

“I know from experience you can give one hell of a blow job,” Brady claimed over the din of his fellow wrestler Outlaw Cello’s bass playing at the front of the bar.

“But you want me to beg to give you one?” Christine asked, long red lips smiling. “You’re such an egomaniac. When are you going to change?”

“Why should I ever change? I’m the one who seized the brass ring. The brass cock ring.” Brady stated, patting his world title belt that rested on the table. “The guys want to be me, and the women want to fuck me.”

“I would love to beg to suck your big fat cock one more time. No one appreciates that fat, fourteen inches of twisted steel and sex appeal like I do. Give it to me.”

“My place?” Brady asked with a smirk forming above his granite chin.

“Mom’s place!” a voluptuous raven-haired 40 year old as she slid onto Brady’s lap.

The gorgeous supermodel of alooking woman possessed brown skin marking her as part Latina, full sexy lips and smoldering brown eyes.

She was Alexis Marie Spezio, wife and tag team partner of Christine Isabella Dunham. Alexis played a ditzy slut in FRW that wasn’t far from her real-life personality. Her mother was known for running a famous brothel where one could find any manner of fairy species on offer.

“Sweetie, I didn’t even realize you were here,” Christine purred chimed in.

“Someone’s gotta hold your hair if you start throwing up. But, let’s turn this bicycle into a tricycle and ride Da Big One!”

Brady chuckled. His “Big One” t-shirts were a popular item even though they came out ten fairy years ago.

“Attention, patrons of the Celtic Frost!” Brady shouted world title now slung over his shoulder. “ I would like to introduce you to my new tag team partners!”

In a one-blink-and-you’d-miss-it motion Brady ripped down the top to expose the jugs of Alexis and Christine. Alexis’ were all-natural pert ones, whereas her wife’s were absurdly large fake bags of milk making goodness.

“These are the breast damn women I could ever ask for!” Brady shouted.

****

“STOP!” Eleanor hollered, stomping her feet into the ground in a very Dusty like fashion.

“I can’t help that I was locked, cocked and ready to unload,” Brady declared with a shrug of his broad shoulders.

Is this what her dad had to offer her? Embellished stories of women falling at his feet?

No, she couldn’t think of him as her father. He was a person of interest in this case.

“As an investigator. I can not shy away from the truth. Continue.”

“That’s my girl. Just like dad.”

“We’re nothing alike.”

“You know what human sport describes sex with Christine and Alexis?” Brady asked, “Rugby. Because it’s rough, nasty, violent and you don’t have any protection! Hahahahhah! Write that down. I’m gonna say that on the next show. The pop is gonna be huge. The fans will chant “Brady, Brady, Brady!” for two minutes straight.”

“Can you continue the story, please?”

***

Alexis and Christine were sucking cock like the experienced pros they were.

Alexis had reserved the grandest room of them all in her mom’s brothel. The Room of the Immortals. There were no walls. Instead, the room connected to the Rainbow Bridge that linked all the nine realms. Thus the bed rested on a stretch of glimmering rainbow while surrounded by the twinkling light of an infinite number of stars.

No one knew how Alix’s mom managed to craft such a blissful marvel. The common rumor was that she had found a Djinn years ago and wished for a link to the Rainbow Bridge.

“This dick is so hard,” Alexis announced, stroking it. “It’s just waiting for experienced bitches like us to fuck it!”

Brady’s dick was overflowing with pre-cum. The juices went directly into Christine’s mouth as her long lips ensnared his fourteen-inch missile.

She pulled back from sucking it with a smile and said, “We should cut this thing off and bronze it. It would make a great Winter Solstice gift.”

Brady gave a half frown because Christine was just the type of person to do that. If he needed to he had his world title belt with him he could use as a weapon against her ballbusting behavior.

But she halted any bronzing ideas to let her mouth glide up and down one of her favorite dicks. Lucky for Brady this was one of his favorite mouths. Long, juicy, greedy lips that hungered for dick. He had started fucking her daughters Jade and Maxi, but he could say something for the original model. That something was “hallelujah” as her long tongue snaked across his meat.

A wild smile stretched across Alexis’ broad face as she watched her girlfriend engulf Brady’s delicious member.

But as things often went with Alexis, her mind changed on a dime.

“Hey, you’re getting greedy with that thing. I’ve hardly got to suck it, ya know.”

“MmmffThAt’sMMFYoUrMMMFFPrObLeMmmfmf!” Christine announced around Brady’s dick.

Alexis decided to make it Christine’s problem and snatched her wife’s head off his penis!

“You pulled my head off him!” Christine snapped at Alexis.

“No, I didn’t. You’re imagining things.”

“How could I imagine that?”

“I wanted to look at the texture.”

“So you admit it?” Christine barked.

“I admit nothing. That’s what my dad says to do.”

Christine commented, “That’s why his fate was being stuck in a human prison, passed around for Honey Buns and cigarettes,”

“So proud that he was worth Honey Buns!” Alexis cheered.

Christine decided pursuing a conversation with her wife was a waste of time and went back to sucking. As stars twinkled above her, her eyes sparkled as she watched Brady smirk at her expert oral skills. Despite the meat’s size, the MILF took in the dick until it threatened to split her mouth open at the corners.

“Hey, you’re still hogging the dick!” Alexis whined.

“Well, honey, I’m a lot better than you at sucking dick,”

In the time that Christine took to talk Alexis swarmed her mouth over Brady’s tower of power. Alexis proceeded to suck his cock and swallow his pre-cum as if it were the nectar of the gods. The part Latina babe was a hellishly fantastic dick sucker who inhaled penis like she was trying to rip it from Brady’s groin.

Brady decided to give her a helping hand and began thrusting upward. Alexis squealed with delight as she was wantonly throat fucked by the master of the wrestling move known as the “Brady Hammer.” Instead of the Brady Hammer, the raven-haired bitch was jackhammered by one of the largest cocks in the Fairy Kingdom. Nay, perhaps the largest cock in the fairy kingdom.

“You used my criticism of your dick sucking skills to steal his dick from me!” Christine whined.

“Then you shouldn’t have criticized me.”

In that instant, Christine pounced upon Brady’s dick, sending all she could manage into her warm wet mouth.

“Hey! Did you use my criticism of your criticism to steal his dick from me? You know what you are?”

“Please do tell,” Christine stated with a voice sounding like she wanted to hurl Alexis off this Rainbow Bridge.

“You’re a meanie!”

***

“At this point I was just ready to go home and knock back a few and go to bed,” Brady announced to Eleanor. “But that’s when it happened. That’s when Colin had them steal my belt.”

“Who?”

“Hell’s Hitmen and The Wild Hunt.”

***

Interlude

Baron Blackwood leaped at the seven foot wrestler known as Dystopia only to get knocked clear out the air by a crushing lariat! Then Baron, at six-five, was picked up by Radon and thrown across the ring like a lawn dart!

“Look at the power of Hell’s Hitmen!” Fairy Revolution Wrestling announcer Joel Flaire shouted as Baron writhed on the mat in agony.

Brady bounced off the ring ropes and flung his long body at Radon. But the giant caught him in his arms and threw him out the ring like yesterday’s garbage!

“Hell’s Hitmen are unstoppable!” Joel Flaire shrieked.

Tony “The Body” flung his full 270 pound body against Radon and didn’t move him an inch. Instead, “The Body” was dismissed like a cruiserweight thanks to a wild belly to belly throw by Dystopia!

“If Tony “The Body” can’t take down Hell’s Hitmen who can?” Joel Flaire yelled. “There is no man alive who can stop the path of Hell’s Hitmen?”

***

“You’re getting your old lady drool all over my weiner!” Alexis complained.

Brady merely chuckled and stroked his world title.

One wouldn’t call it “old lady drool.” But the blond MILF was dropping heaps of slobber upon Brady’s tower of power. In a feat almost no woman could manage, she had swallowed all fourteen inches to the root. Even a legendary cock sucker like her could only tolerate deep throating that much dick for so long, so she had to pull back with a loud pop.

“Old lady drool? You’re only a few years younger than me.”

“But I look twenty five years younger.”

Brady was about to tell the middle aged sluts they could share his pocket rocket. But then a sudden change in the Rainbow Bridge occurred. It faded away, leaving Brady and Brady alone in a horrifying free fall. His brilliant blue eyes saw no trace of Christine or Alexis. Gone was the bed. Gone were the infinite array of stars.

All that remained was his title and a deep-seated fear,

Now, Brady was falling through a miserable blackness. It felt like something beyond blackness. It felt like falling through the pits of despair.

That’s when he heard their voices.

The voices of the toughest men in the Fairy Revolution Wrestling locker room. The seven foot, 346 lb Dystopia and the six-seven, 300 lb Radon, together known as Hell’s Hitmen.

“Welcome to Hell, Blackwood!” Dystopia shouted, his voice like a tornado tearing through a small town.

“There’s no place to run, Blackwood.” Radon snarled in his gravelly voice. Though Brady had heard that voice a million times, this time tested his limits. It pushed him to scream.

Through the blackness came a cavalcade of spirits, horsemen bound in leather and skulls that rode the wildest of Kelpies. Kelpies were the horses of the fairy kingdom, who traveled on puffs of air instead of legs.

“You pieces of shit sent The Wild Hunt after me?!” Brady hollered as the leather-clad, masked Wild Hunt circled him.

He felt powerless. Like they had eroded his mental walls.

“We didn’t send them after you. We are the messengers.” Radon stated.

Dystopia stated, “The Wild Hunt’s Greater Power has seen every step you take, it has felt every breath you take, it has witnessed the magical energy poured into the Fairy Revolution Wrestling title. It is an aggressive form of the Ley Line.”

“You two are full of shit,” Brady spat.

Radon spoke, “We are the messengers. The Wild Hunt and The Greater Power have waited for the time. The time for The Wild Hunt and The Greater Power is now.”

Dystopia added, “You have held the Fairy Revolution Wrestling championship for the last time. Pursue your belt and be damned.”

***

“When I came to, Christine and Alexis were looking at my limp dick like their dog had died. And my belt was gone.”

“When I first got this assignment,” Eleanor stated as slowly as she could manage. “I could never have imagined…I’d hear such nonsense! Hmph!”

“Are you kidding me? Nonsense? I give the fans the best matches on the show because I’m the man, and I can. Every night I’m out busting my ass in the ring. And I get rewarded by my eldest daughter thinking I’m a liar.”

“I used to think the same as mom. That you are a harmless deadbeat. But now you wish to state your co-workers are involved with a gang like The Wild Hunt, who ferry souls to the underworld and somehow Colin Mcnamara Jr. is involved.”

Eleanor felt a tidal wave of agony pooling in front of her forehead.

“He wants me to come after my title so The Wild Hunt can capture me and take me to the underworld. And trust me it ain’t a far stretch of the imagination to think Dystopia and Radon hang with a crew like The Wild Hunt.”

“Absolutely absurd!”

“It’s absurd that Hell’s Hitmen rolls with The Wild Hunt? They’re fucking devil worshipers.”

“That’s their characters in the ring. You just derided Colin McNamara for believing the character he portrays. Yet-“

“And Hell’s Hitmen have worked themselves into a shoot. They are what they say they are. These guys are the real deal”

Pangs of guilt caught Eleanor. Ill feelings towards her father had obliterated her sense of duty; they made her think like a put upon daughter rather than an impartial investigator. She needed to remedy that. She needed to return to what she truly was.

A Fairy Best Investigator.

“Then, I will go meet The Wild Hunt for myself.” Eleanor stated.

“You will?”

“If what you say is true, then The Wild Hunt has exercised their mighty power gain against an innocent member of the Fairy Kingdom through acts of threat. No matter my feelings about you I must bring them to justice.”

“Damn straight,” Brady decided, pumping his large fist.

***

“Maxi Dunham? That’s a bad bitch.” Eleanor’s step dad had no qualms about sharing his opinion of Christine Dunham’s daughter.

“Ai, I’d take it to that one!” Sergeant .McNulty had hollered, drunk at a Winter Solstice party, when asked about Maxi.

Everyone had an opinion on Maxi. And that opinion was that she was highly fuckable. The fuckable 20-year-old sat at a table by herself at the Knocker’s Alley bar at the bottom of the fairy city Gorias.

Star shaped sunglasses covered Maxi’s bold blue eyes. Her silky smooth brown hair hid beneath a pink wig. Her full face sported thick blush that Eleanor thought made her look like a prostitute.

Yet, there was no hiding her body that had matured over the years into one thick piece of toned and juicy ass.

What could she be here for? Eleanor wondered Why would Maxi Dunham be at Knocker’s Alley? After all, this was the bar frequented by the worst of the Fairy Kingdom.

This was no place for the pampered daughter of a wealthy entertainer. Not here where The Wild Hunt lingered with Hell’s Hitmen. Dystopia and Radon were easy to spot with the gigantic bodies looming large. Their Wild Hunt companions made a foreboding sight, with faces painted with glowing skulls, leather jackets with emblems of upside-down crosses, rainbow colored hair and spiked bracelets.

Eleanor had no desire to linger in Knocker’s Alley. Yet she needed clues and a trail.

Her stepfather Desmond was a bounty hunter who made frequent use of this place on his hunt for runaway fae. Though she found it hard to agree with some of his methods, Desmond’s ability to gather a clue was unrivaled. If he found Knocker’s Alley a fertile ground for information, Eleanor would risk the danger.

She thought it better to disguise herself to fit in with the female clientele of the bar. Eleanor had put on skin-tight leggings to show off her firm ass, and a leopard print top she thought best exemplified the females of Knocker’s Alley. Surely no one would recognize her as the daughter of Brady Blackwood.

Yet, somehow a certain pink wigged girl with those long delicate lips and tanned pins spotted her. Somehow that girl recognized Eleanor when the FBI agent simply bent over to pick up a lost quarter.

“That’s a familiar ass,” Maxi commented.

“Maxi!” Eleanor squealed.

“Keep it down, dummy. You can go home now, Eleanor. I’ve got this.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re looking for the lost title belt. So am I.”

“Why do you care? You don’t worry about things that exist outside the Maxi Dunham orbit.”

“I don’t like hearing people say mean things about your dad,”

Eleanor blinked back shock. That was it? Maxi was the princess, nay the supreme overlord of mean comments. What did Maxi care about…oh no…Maxi was having sex with her dad!

“Go home, Elly.”

“You go home. I am a Fairy Best Investigator!”

“And?”

“Fellowship, Backbone, Ideal.” Eleanor recited the motto of the FBI.

Maxi spun about in a perfectly tight turn and was off in a breezy motion. How dare she not treat their first time talking in a year with some seriousness?! How dare she just walk away? Did their friendship never happen? How dare Maxi have sex with Eleanor’s father?

Eleanor wasn’t going to be shut out of her own job by Maxi Dunham. No way was a civilian and a delinquent, backstabbing one at that, going to get to a lead before a Fairy Best Investigator.

But first, she was going to pay the check and compliment the chef on a delicious burger! Unlike Maxi!

Fittingly when Eleanor emerged to the parted clearing of gnarled branches that lay in front of the bar
Maxi was nowhere to be seen.

She thought of shouting for Maxi. But god’s that would be stupid!

Eleanor was soon desperate for Maxi’s trail. After all Maxi had a knack for finding trouble. Yet there was nothing quite worse than prostrating oneself and kissing Maxi’s ass for help at her own job.

Then Eleanor heard a surprised scream. A woman’s scream. They were almost always a woman’s screams. Why were they always women’s screams, Eleanor asked herself. Men were nearly twice as likely to be the victim of crime, Eleanor thought, and…

That had nothing to do with anything! She had to focus!

Eleanor darted off, dancing her high heels across the twisty branches. It was a time to strike for justice! They bred FBI investigators for this moment!

Eleanor headed to the scene of her soon-to-be grand heroism. She crossed the trail of clothes, wigs and hair extensions without even connecting that those were Maxi’s clothes.

She tore across the branches past tiny buildings that were eerily abandoned. Finally past Maxi’s coat Eleanor saw the lady herself being penetrated in all three holes by The Wild Hunt!

Rainbow haired savages were fucking Maxi silly!

“As a true hero, I demand you stop at once!” Eleanor shouted.

“A true hero?” Eleanor heard the voice of Dystopia. She looked up to see him sitting on a branch, naked, stroking an erection of incomprehensible length. “Heroism in this day is dead. All that remains is the will of the Greater Power.”

“Greater power!” A member of The Wild Hunt with purple eyebrows and red eyes shouted.

“He has given us gifts!” Dystopia shouted.

Eleanor announced, “You leave me no choice! I shall have to beat you up!”

That elicited a cackle of laughter from the crew. It was loud and annoying enough to make Eleanor’s face go red.

But laughter was the least of her worries as a Wild Hunt goon with orange and green hair swept her leg out from under her! Eleanor landed on the ground with a hard thud that knocked the wind out of her.

“You are no match for me,” Eleanor tried to boast. Though that boast felt a little silly as a black man with a red crew cut ripped off her top! Her precious lactoids came spilling out to the delight of all!

“Hey, give that back!”

The man and what seemed to be his twin brother played keep away from Eleanor. The poor investigator’s luscious sweater meat jiggled as she ran back and forth for the top.

“You fiends!” she shouted over their laughter.

Within moments, a brawny man had ripped Eleanor’s leggings apart and had her bent over at the waist.

“We’ve been captured!” Eleanor shouted to Maxi, who was still being triple penetrated.

A jolt of excitement, mixed with trepidation, raced up Eleanor’s spine as Radon emerged from the woods. His hard-on, also of immeasurable size, was pointed directly at her.

“I won’t let you get away with this!” Eleanor promised.

But within seconds, Radon was upon her. He penetrated her with as much dick as much as he could fit. Her beautiful eyes bulged then crossed entirely to the point where she was momentarily blinded. But within seconds, he fucked her so hard her sight returned.

Dystopia snatched hold of Eleanor’s gorgeous locks, tangling thick fingers through the strands. With a tight grip, he forced her face towards his lengthy schlong.

“Mmmmm!” Maxi groaned to the left of Eleanor. The Dunham girl’s juicy body was full of penis sliding in out of her moist holes. Eleanor could barely handle two dicks, but somehow Maxi was tolerating three and jerking off another. If Eleanor wasn’t concentrating on the dick that flooded her face and snatch she’d comment how a boyfriend stealing girl like Maxi was made for this sort of thing!

Instead Maxi made a comment, “Please, misters! Please fuck my dirty holes hard! I’m such a dirty girl.!”

“Urrrgh!” Eleanor groaned once again. The taste, the smell, the uncut pubes. It was too much to bear for Eleanor, who was far less experienced than the rest of her family. The blond babe shuddered around the hefty beef sausages as they surged into her with brute force.

Eleanor’s pussy clenched around Dystopia’s dick as she involuntarily tried to milk the FRW wrestler dry. But he held out from cumming inside her. Instead, he continued to batter her, forcing more and more inches into her.

“Mmmfmfmmfm!” Eleanor cried, having swallowed a decent amount of man meat. It was certainly more than she had ever swallowed in her life.

And she was still getting hammered from behind. She was hit with such intense force her huge melons began swaying to and fro. She thought for certain they would smack her in the face. She couldn’t worry about that, however, as hard dick began to pound her cervix. A climax hit her like a gift from the devil. She had been trying her hardest not to show pleasure.

Eleanor felt like she was on a one-way ticket to hell, lost in the sin of being double stuffed by two giants next to her former best friend. Maxi was always the bolder one, the sexier one, the hornier one. But Eleanor couldn’t have guessed they would one day share a gang bang!

“Make me your dirty bitch, misters!” Maxi begged.

Maxi was lying on her back with legs in the air getting pile driven by a black man who stood six three6’3. Wild grunting noises flung out her mouth, until another man thrust his dick into it and began to throat fuck her. The brunette just lay there, being savagely fucked while grunting around a cock that penetrated her with sword-like savageness.

“You will never get away with this!” Eleanor yelled as another climax rocked her. Damn it, how could she give in so easily?

Eleanor knew something of the human world and thus would compare the dicks penetrating her to bullet trains. She felt her mouth and cunt were on the tracks, and the dicks were continuously crashing into her. She would have collapsed by now but the rampant fucking kept her upright. She was being passed limply back and forth by the bestial pro wrestlers.

“This is an assault on an FBI investigator!” Eleanor declared .

Eleanor was appalled to realize she was turning into one naughty girl. She was still cumming against her will. How could any one woman expect not to cum from the skilled fucking from these gigantic rods? Poor Eleanor had no choice in the matter. Her slutty holes dictated her orgasms, and they dictated numerous ones.

Over beside Eleanor, Maxi was twisted up in a position only Maxi could manage, with her legs firmly pressed behind her head. One guy was buried in the 21-year-old tramp’s tight asshole while another was powering his stiff tool into her gullet.

“UrRghjgjh!” Maxi roared around the weiner that was invading her hot mouth. As she made these incomprehensible noises the man in her ass drove in harder. It was clear Maxi’s ass was aching for that dick.

Apparently, Hell’s Hitmen were sick of just spit roasting Eleanor. They shifted her into a stand and carry position with Radon filling her tight little cunny, and Dystopia doing his best to fit that monster into her restrictive asshole.

“Wait! That is most certainly a crime!” Eleanor shouted.

Eleanor’s rear entry was far from relaxed but Dystopia pressed on anyway. Thanks to the lube provided by a henchman, he was able to get just enough into her chute.

“You are in violation of many Fairy Kingdom laws!”

Hell’s Hitmen cared about no laws as they rammed Eleanor as hard they could. Her body began jerking uncontrollably in another forced climax. Lesser man might have lost grip on her. But these behemoth’s kept the newly naughty girl held firmly in strong hands.

“I will have to issue you a citation!” Eleanor claimed.

Eleanor’s next climax overruled her talk of citations like it was a superior officer. Again she shook in the men’s powerful hands. She could barely stabilize herself and fell forward into Radon’s broad shoulders. That act of submission made him thrust into her with alarming speed. Speed enough to make her cry out for mercy.

“This is gross criminal misconduct!” Eleanor whined

Meanwhile, juice poured from Maxi’s well-fucked cunt. The brunette skank’s sloppy pussy made noises Eleanor found disgustingly obscene as dark meat hammered away at it.

“Yeah, fuck that tight 21 year old pussy!” Maxi hollered.

Eleanor’s once good friend laid there being fucked like some gnome off the lower branches instead of the wealthy entertainer she was. It didn’t seem to matter to Maxi, who was obviously as big a off-screen whore as her mother.

“I will be writing a lengthy report when I get back to the FBI offices!” Eleanor promised.

It was something of a miracle that Eleanor was able to talk given the frenetic pace with which Hell’s Hitmen fucked her. There was no tender bone in their body as they fucked her with the might of an entire pride of lions. They had no concern for whether she was enjoying it or not. They were merely into getting their nuts off. Her continued climaxes were meaningless to them.

“Too many orgasms!” Eleanor complained.

Maxi was lying on a black Wild Hunt member with his meat filling her slutty asshole, while his twin fiercely delivered a fucking with all the force he could muster. It was enough force for Maxi to holler…

“Oh, shit, fucking hell, I’m cumming again!”

“UrgghHHH, citations, laws, justice system…” Eleanor moaned. She could never physically outlast professional wrestlers. Especially not when they were battering her holes with brute force. She tried not to let them, but her muscles clenched around their stiff rods. That brought her to another orgasm. After this one, she was done. No more. All over.

Then streams of semen flooded into her canals, giving her a start. They seemed endless. Like they would never stop flowing into her. But, then it was over. And they were gone. Vanished. Hell’s Hitmen. The Wild Hunt. All gone. Leaving only behind a black cowboy hat that Eleanor was too dazed to notice.

But not Maxi…

“That’s Baron Blackwood’s hat!” Maxi shouted.

TO BE CONTINUED