Chapter 5 - Reunited

Being a niece to the President of the United States was a great way to chat up guys. But, in reality, Emily had only seen her uncle three times since he had taken office eighteen months ago. And so, orchestrating a situation where Emily could be in the same space would not be as easy as many might have thought.

Days rolled by, with Emily’s lust and sexual longing only building with each passing hour. Marz consumed her dreams, entering as a burly, dominating hulk, sweeping her away from everyone else and holding her captive in a filthy sex dungeon, where they could have wild, rampant sex as often as Marz demanded it. The images and sensations were so real to Emily, she could feel herself climaxing, even in her sleep.

Trying to piece everything back together was not easy. Emily knew where she had been the night she met Zeno and she remembered taking only a short ride to the building where she had encountered the F80 base. She recalled feeling a certain sense of surprise about it. Was the building particlarly old or new? Was it grand, or dilapidated? The memory was simply wiped. She started walking the streets at night, standing outside multiple residences and staring up. She’d recognise those feelings if she saw the place again. Wouldn’t she?

“Umm, Marz..?” called a beautiful woman as Emily strolled in, feeling more certain every second that she had found the correct venue. “I think we have a problem.”

Marz came to the call, looking disgruntled as he turned the corner. Then he saw Emily and stood, frozen. “How did you..?” he began. “You’re not supposed to be able to…” he mumbled. Then, with a sudden, mild alarm. “Did you bring anyone else here?”

Even though Emily had tried and failed many times to position herself into her uncle’s sphere and get close to Marz that way, she felt a certain sense of pride in piecing together the fragments of her memory instead; finding her way back to Marz all by herself. However, as she looked upon the giant at long last, her arousal continued to grow and grow. Her heart was beating loud in her ears as she was ushered into a private room and the door closed behind them.

“What a naughty girl!” Marz finally smiled after Emily had explained. “I clearly underestimated you,” he teased flirtatiously, edging closer to her; his hand now caressing her hip; his face grinning with pleasure at the clearly extreme effect that he was having upon her.

“I just needed to see you,” Emily whispered, ready to fall backwards onto the desk behind her and be taken completely by the enormous man edging ever nearer.

“You wanted fucking, you mean?” Marz laughed, cutting through the bullshit. “You wanted me to pound you so hard that you squeal like a little pig again,” he laughed mockingly; his hand now rubbing over Emily’s butt, as if to claim it.

“I didn’t squeal like a pig!” Emily gently protested.

“Oh yeah?” Marz grinned, pointing his finger at a screen to the side of them both and sparking it into life. Within two seconds, camera footage was playing from the previous week: Emily pulled into Marz’s crotch as she lay at his side, tiny against his massive frame. Marz’s powerful, bulked-up and athletic body was working with such precision and glistening perfectly in the light: so energetic and yet so sensual at the same time. Then, at the moment of such intense orgasm, a strange squealing sound did indeed sound from Emily; her eyes rolled far back into her head and had absolutely no awareness of anything else in the entire world. “Silll think I’m lying?” Marz chuckled flirtatiously.

“I didn’t know I did that,” Emily smiled; the images on the screen having turned up her arousal to an even more insane level.

“It’s all right,” Marz winked. “It’s cute. You’re my little piggy,” he declared, slipping his hand down the front of her pants.

Emily gasped, as if unable to hold back her arousal anymore. She felt her knees quiver and almost give way beneath her. She fell into Marz’s arms and allowed herself to be guided on the path to extreme pleasure, just like last time.