| Straight: Fantasy/Demon/Gothic: The Portal (8/13) |
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not all of which were populated with humanoids. Even after describing their portal to them, they were no wiser, for they hadn't changed the design in more than five hundred years. So there I was, fully capable of getting home as long as I found the right home address. I also didn't have to worry about working the device, for Garreth and all the inhabitants of this world had their own portals. We had to do a lot of research in order to find my home planet, so today was the day we started. "We can eliminate all those worlds that are now traveled to. According to the elders your planet was probably a mistaken opening, by perhaps a novice in the art of travel," said Garreth. "You mean he dialed the wrong number?" I quipped. "I do not understand," said a puzzled Garreth. "Forget it. If this was a mistake, then it's a world you will not have on record, which in turn means that I have very little chance of finding my way home." I hung my head and sat down. "The elders are not all-powerful you know, they can and have been wrong in the past," Garreth replied, trying to cheer me up. We left his house twenty minutes later; soon we were at the register office asking to see the old records. I was wearing a short skirt and no panties, which apparently was the norm here. The old clerk looked me over on more than one occasion, visibly getting hard in front of me with two bulges in his pants (I found on my first day here, that the males had two cocks) that wanted to get between my legs. Garreth coughed, looking menacingly towards the clerk, who in turn dragged his eyes off of my body and showed us where the old records were kept, and then left us alone. Upon seeing the records I was again despondent. There were hundreds of folders, each one carrying ten files, which translated to planets. I brought myself around by thinking about Father, who must be at his wit’s end by now. Soon I was getting the folders down from the shelf in order that Garreth could look them over. It would take some time, but if my world were among the files in this room, I would be assured of getting back. I climbed two steps of the ladder that was leaning against the shelves, ready to get another handful of folders down when I felt Garreth grip me from behind. His cocks touched my legs, no doubt in search of my pussy once again. I didn't even attempt to move. I knew what was about to happen, and my pussy was getting wet in anticipation of it. |
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Well done
