ACADEMY OF THE UNDEAD; BOOK TWO Stand Together ... Or Fall Together
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Life On The Ranch

More champagne, this time sipped on the back balcony, under a star-filled sky.

Stanley was affected every time he looked at Chester, the girl moving with unhurried ease and grace, oblivious to her nudity. Stanley wanted to thank her without offending her, so he said, “Well, you’re certainly not shy.”

“Mister S, my Master gave me this life and he moulded me to be the partner that he wanted me to be, and modesty weren’t amongst his priorities.”

“Yes sure, although that sounds like you’re little more than his slave, simply living to do his biding.”

“A part of my life is exactly that, doing what he tells me to do, but I do it willingly, because I love him.”

“Does he treat you well, I mean does he treat like an equal or like a slave?”

“He loves me, and even though he is the leader of our group, he treats me as his partner, but in some ways I am a slave to him because I worship him.”

“But the moulding thing, resurrecting someone and then almost fashioning them to be the person you want them to be seems, I dunno, slavish.”

“Good point.” Chester agreed, “But I can think for myself, and I react on my own instincts, and sure, he fashioned me, but I, me am the controller of my destiny.”

“It’s interesting that you say that, because I mean here you are tonight, doing this, sexual interplay with two people who you hardly even know.”

“Sure, but it’s my choice.”

“Yes, granted, although obviously he groomed you to be let’s say, uninhibited, and we find ourselves in this situation.”

Sitting by Stanley’s side, Iveta watched them both, watched their lips moving.

“At the Ranch we live a commune style of life, and that means that we aren’t governed by societies restrictions and taboos, we can just be ourselves.”

“Are all of the people at the Ranch resurrected beings?”

“Of course, if you wanta make an apple pie, you don’t put apples and oranges in, you just put apples in.”

“Well from my point of view, that means that Devil has fashioned everyone to think like him.”

“Again, good point, but I can tell you that nobody has ever left the Ranch, nobody pisses off searching for a better life.”

“So you’re saying that even though you’re resurrected beings, you still have emotions?”

“Mister S, did you see me gasping when your wife blew me off? Did you see her melting down when you blew her off? My kind feel it all okay; we’re happy when everything is cruising, we’re devastated when something bad happens, we laugh, we cry, we think, we feel.”

“Hmmm, almost human.” Stanley surmised.

“All supernaturals are the same; us, vampires, witches, basically, we’re just human beings on a higher level.”

“I still can’t get my head around the notion that vampires are real.” Stanley mused.

“Fuck man,” Chester laughed, “Your deceased wife is sitting next to you and studying every word you say, and you’re still skeptical about vampires?”

Stanley nodded, then said, “Yes, okay, my skepticism is diminishing.”

“Nobody hears about supernaturals, and the reason is quite simple.”

Stanley gazed at her and asked, “And the reason is?”

“We don’t want anybody to know we exist. I mean if the human population found out, can you imagine the panic; I mean vampires, witches and zombies roaming around in the woods? Governments would freak out, and soon we’d have the army hunting us down.”

“Yes, good point.”

“I mean in this region, we live out in the sticks, miles away from anyone, and the witches have a mansion tucked deep into the National Forest, and no humans are ever gunna know about the secret roads that lead to the vampire Academy.”

Stanley was enjoying the conversation, and he asked, “What of your old life, do you remember anything?”

“Nahh, not much, maybe little snapshots which don’t make sense, but the Boss told me that when he did a little research on me, I was a bit of a bad-ass, a bad-ass who had a one-way ticket headed straight for Fuck-Up Station. I had a bit of a rap sheet, and I was mixing with other bad-asses and doing bad shit until I eventually crashed into Fuck-Up Station.”

“How did you die?”

“Nahhh, I don’t know.”

“To know that you were dead, Devil must have known how you died.”

“I guess he does, yeah.”

“Aren’t you interested in finding out how you died?”

“For what purpose, I mean how is that gunna help me?”

“Well I’m sure that I’d be curious about how I died.”

“Nahhh, I don’t care, I mean I love my life at the Ranch, and all I’m ever thinking about is my next night.”

“Sure, but what if he’s lying, I mean who’s to say that he didn’t kill you? He could have seen you, and because you’re very attractive, he decided to kill you and then make you his.”

“I see what you’re saying, but I’ve been with him since eighty-seven, and the Boss doesn’t kill anyone, he resurrects the dead, and plus, he don’t lie. If something is black, he doesn’t say, That could be gray, or it could be a dark shade of white, he says, That’s black. Everybody at the Ranch is the same, and we don’t tell people what we think they’d like to hear, we say what we think, because the Boss always said that honesty is the only path to resolution.”

“Hmmm, maybe some of our Governments should employ the same message.”

“Yeah, don’t hold your breath.”

Stanley sipped the champagne and stared into the night, wondering if he should employ that message to this occasion. He gazed at Iveta and stroked her cheek, and she smiled, and Stanley kissed her. Turning back to the sky, he said timidly, “So yes, honesty, and I shall be honest with you Chester. The most significant moment in my life is always going to be having my wife returned to me, but this night, tonight, I’m sure I’ll remember it forever.”

“Yeah, well stay hooked up, because I’m pretty sure that more memories are gunna be created.”

Stanley lowered his gaze and asked quietly, “You, are you enjoying this?”

“Did you hear me squealing when she blew me off?”

“Yes, of course I did.”

“So there’s your answer.”

“What about when I, you know, penetrated you?”

“Are you asking me whether I enjoyed it?”

“Yes, I guess I am.”

“I speak the truth okay, so do you still want me to answer you?”

“I think you just answered, but go ahead, tell me.”

“I’m a supernatural okay, and I love rumbling, and I love blowing off, but in this present company, I’m more attracted to your wife than I am to you.”

“Thank-you, I appreciate your honesty and you also have my permission to rumble with my wife again.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” Chester smirked. “I’m teaching her okay, and I wanta teach her not to be afraid of things that give you pleasure.”

Knowing that the girl had innocently opened up the window of opportunity, Stanley drew in a breath then said quietly, “One thing that would give me pleasure-”

“Hold up!” she interrupted, “Not going to happen Mister S. With what I’ve got planned, your dick will be squeezing inside me again, but you don’t get to blow your load in me. I belong to Devil, and he’s the only one who blows in me.”

Stanley gazed at her and nodded as he said respectfully, “Again, thank-you for your honesty, and I now know the boundaries.”

“Plus Mister S, just gazing at your wife, if I had a dick, I know where I’d like to stick it.”

“Does that mean that this little supernatural has bi-sexual tendencies?”

“In a big way!” Chester declared. “Plenty of times the Boss will invite one of our girls up to go a threesome which I love, and whenever we have a big party, it always turns into a great big orgy, and I’ll rumble down with any of the gals at the Ranch, because I love them all.”

“If it’s an orgy, do you get involved with the other guys as well?”

“Since I’m Devils life-mate, the boys know that I’m off limits, but the girls know that I’m available.”

“So Devil can have any girl he wants, yet in a girl-guy sense, you have to stay faithful to him?”

“It works for me, I mean did I mention that I worship him?”

“Yes you did,” Stanley acknowledged, “How many people live at the Ranch?”

“Forty-odd, and it’s a fifty-fifty gender split.”

“If it’s an even gender-split, does that mean that relationships form?”

“Yeah, everybody is partnered up, everybody curls up next to their partner every morning, but like I said, when we get juiced up, everybody gets rumbling with everybody else.”

“Except for you it appears.”

“If I’m juiced up and my pants are down, you’ll find me rumbling with my favourite gals.”

Stanley loved listening to her, the girl’s voice bright and unhurried, although he was also interested in the group’s lifestyle. He asked, “So what do you do with your days?”

“You mean nights, we sleep during the day,” Chester replied, then she said, “It’s pretty much a farm, and we grow our own crops and we’ve got cattle, sheep and chickens, so we all pitch in and get stuff done.”

“It sounds like a pleasant existence, although I imagine that with forty-odd people spending every night together, there would be constant bickering and arguing.”

“Jeez Mister S, I think you’re missing the point,” Chester smirked, “Devil did fashion us, but he didn’t instill us with negative emotions like anger or selfishness or jealousy, he instilled us with love and kindness and compassion. Sometimes the girls can get catty and bitchy, and sometimes the boys can act like aggressive dickheads, but it always smooths out and people always pull their heads in, because we all realise that there couldn’t possibly be a better life than the one we have.”

“You make it sound like an almost idyllic lifestyle, although I guess the drawback is that you’re segregated and isolated from the rest of the world.”

“Hold up, we’re isolated, be we ain’t segregated.”

“You spend all your time at the Ranch, so that seems pretty segregated to me.”

“We spend most of our time at the Ranch because that’s our home and we love being there, but we can venture out wherever or whenever we like.” Chester replied, then she added, “I meant that we can venture out whenever we like, at night-time.”

“Okay, so you’re not confined to the Ranch?”

“Mister S, look at me, I mean do I look segregated? I’m here at your place for three nights, and a few nights ago, a dozen of our people came here and pulled all the equipment down, so we move into the night if we’ve got something to achieve, but as well, a lot of us travel down to New Orleans or Baton Rogue if we wanta party up.”

“Really, so you mingle with humans?”

“Of course, I mean our gang loves partying.”

“Mingling with humans though, doesn’t that leave you open to being exposed?”

“Nahh, I mean we venture out when the sun goes down, then we wander back to the Ranch before the sun comes up.”

“So what do you do, go to nightclubs?”

“Yeah, if we’re in the mood to party, we hit the clubs.”

“Interesting, but being so attractive, I assume that you would capture the attention of the amorous young males.”

“Yeah, well me and some of the other girls always get hit on when we go clubbing, but if the guys are pestering us, we grab the nearest one of our girls and start pashing on, and eventually the guys get the message.”

Stanley smirked, then said, “So when the sun goes down, zombies could be walking our streets?”

“Resurrected’s Mister S,” Chester corrected, “And yeah, night-time is super-natural’s time, I mean just recently me a few of the gals hit a club in New Orleans and we saw a couple of witches and also a couple of vampires.”

“You’re kidding!”

“No, I ain’t kidding.”

“Well surely witches or vampires must be leaving themselves open to exposure, because I imagine that they would be easy to identify.”

“Jeez Mister S, witches and vamps are just like us.”

“What do you mean?”

“When we first met, you had trouble believing that me and Devil were resurrected beings, and that’s because we look like normal people, and the witches and vamps are the same as us.”

“Well all I can say is that my view of the world has changed quite dramatically over the last month.”

“I’m sure it has, but nobody knows about us because we don’t draw attention to ourselves, and of course, since your partner is now a supernatural being, you must make sure that you don’t draw any attention to her.”

“Yes, obviously,” Stanley nodded, then he asked, “So you know the witches and the vampires in the area?”

“We know of them, but we don’t associate with them.”

“Why not?”

“We’re enemies, I mean all supernaturals stay out of other supernaturals territory.”

“What happens if you go into their territory?”

“Well worst-case scenario, you won’t come out.”

Stanley shifted in his chair, knowing that he was already besotted with this gorgeous creature. He would love to keep talking to her, although wanting to get close to her again, he asked, “Should we get back to the next lesson?”

“You’re ready to crack a boner?”

“More than ready.”

With Iveta in the middle, Chester and Stanley grabbed one of her hands and walked her back into the room.

“Okay Mister S, everytime from now on, Iveta gets the first blow, then me, then you.”

“Ladies first seems like a noble principle.”

“Sure, and for this one, I want you to do her orally.”

“Certainly.”

“Then I want her to do me orally, although you’ll need to go down on me first to show her what to do.”

Too emotionally aroused to reply, Stanley just nodded.

“After we’ve both blown, we’ll introduce her to the various positions, and you will do missionary, doggy-style, then you’ll both stand and she can place a leg on a chair as you squeeze into her, then maybe after that, lie her on a table and enter her.”

“Yes, understanding the various positions is a good idea.” Stanley muttered.

“Try and hang on to the boner though, because I want you to take her through as many positions as possible before you blow, and of course …”

Sheepishly, Stanley asked, “What?”

“In all the positions, you squeeze it into me first, because I want her to understand what’s happening.”

Stanley bit his bottom lip and nodded.

“Okay Mister S, we’ll lie on the bed and you go down on her, and I’ll kiss her and caress her breasts.”

Iveta shivered through an orgasm, then Chester rolled onto her back.

“Okay Mister S, my turn, so show her what to do. First up, tickle my clit, then get her to do it.”

Stanley’s voice was shaky as he said, “Iveta, touch Chester like this.” Iveta watched him stroking, then she took over, and Chester squirmed through a minute of tickling, until she said, “Slip your finger in Mister S, get her to do the same, then guide her finger to my G-spot and let her caress it.”

Stanley let his finger glide inside her, then said, “Iveta do this.” Iveta’s left index finger slid into the girl, and Stanley caressed the round pimple of flesh, then manoeuvred Iveta’s finger towards it.

“Okay Mister S, you tickle my clit while Iveta continues, then after a minute, swap places.”

Stanley withdrew, and began a gentle tickle, and he felt Iveta’s fingertip rubbing and pressing from inside. He kissed Iveta, guided her finger out, then placed her finger on Chester’s clitoris. Smiling for his wife, and smiling for himself, he slipped his finger inside Chester and began a gentle, circular rub.

Chester rocked slowly with the actions, then cooed, “Okay Mister S, tongue out, show her what to do.”

Chester pulled her knees up, then splayed her legs open, and Stanley gulped as he knelt in between the legs, then he whispered, “Iveta, look.”

Iveta knelt at his right, and she watched as Stanley lowered his head.

“Iveta, Clinton make Chester happy.” Chester said.

Stanley worked into the task with relish, his hands skimming over her hips as he licked her reverently.

“Is she watching?”

Stanley nodded.

“Iveta’s turn, Iveta make Chester happy.”

Stanley frowned, Damn … and he moved away and ushered Iveta in. “Iveta’s turn, make Chester happy.”

Iveta settled in between the legs, and she bent down tentatively and engaged.

“Ohhh yeah, she’s clever Mister S, she understood what you were doing to her, and she watched you doing it to me, and you wanta know something …”

“What?”

“Hooo, fuck, she’s doing a damn fine job.”

Stanley stared at the action, Iveta leaning forward, her blond hair spilling over the brown thighs, and Chester began moaning as she skimmed her hands through Iveta’s hair.

“Chester …”

“Huh, what?”

“Do you want me to caress your breasts?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Stanley began a delicate caress, loving the feeling of the gorgeous breasts, and the little waif began to pant, then splutter. The rising volume of the splutters indicated that Chester was nearing the finish line, although Iveta raised her head and asked timidly, “Chester happy?”

“Ohhh fuck me, I was just about to blow,” Chester groaned, then she said, “Yes, Chester happy, but more please, more make Chester happy.”

Stanley smiled at Iveta, then gently guided her head back down as he said, “Good girl Iveta, more make Chester happy.”

Iveta quickly found her rhythm, and Chester quickly got lost, squealing now, her entire body involved in an indulgent sway. Chester released a melodic array of moaning squeals, and it seemed to excite Iveta, as she went harder, quicker, her hair a rustle of activity against the thighs. Chester issued a teeth-clenching screech, then she spluttered dramatically, her body convulsing now as her hips thrusted with intent.

Coming down, Chester coming down as she threw her arms to the side and panted noisily, Iveta still involved, although slower now, seeming to understand that something had happened.

“Good girl Iveta,” Chester gushed, “Good girl, beautiful girl.”

Iveta raised her face, then sat back and rested her buttocks on her ankles as she asked shyly, “Chester happy?”

Chester blew out a laugh, then said brightly, “Yes, Chester is very happy!”

Iveta glanced at Stanley and smiled, and Stanley had to bite his bottom lip as a wave of emotion swept through him, for her eyes, the eyes of the love of his life, the pale blue eyes were sparkling.

Knowing that Chester was still coming down, Stanley felt cheeky enough to continue the massage of her breasts, and Iveta, watching him, began a gentle caress of Chester’s left breast, and totally energised, Stanley asked, “How was it Chester?”

Chester thought about it, then said, “At the Ranch, when we describe earth-shaking orgasms, we call them screech-blows, and yeah man, Iveta just gave me a screech-blow.”

“Pleased to hear it.”

With her right hand on her brow, Chester glanced across at Stanley, then said, “Good, dick is erect, so slip him in.”

“In you?”

“Yeah, we’ll show her the different positions, so you slip in me first, then her.”

Stanley moved over her, supporting his weight with his right arm, as his left hand guided him inside her.

“Clinton and Chester both happy now,” Chester cooed, and after a few subtle thrusts speared into her, she said, “Iveta’s turn.”

Stanley moved into his wife, and after a few respectful slides, Chester said, “Okay, take it out Mister S.”

They all stood, and Chester moved across to the one of the bedside drawers, bent forward and rested her elbows on the drawer, then said, “Doggy-style okay, and you’re going in my vag, not my ass.”

“Sure.”

“Kneel down with her and slip your finger inside me so that she’ll understand where your dick is going to go.”

They knelt down, and Stanley gulped as he tickled his right index finger through the moistened flesh of her vagina, then his finger speared into her as he muttered, “Penis go in here.”

Iveta remained kneeling by Chester’s right buttock, as Stanley stood and carefully pushed himself into the girl.

Iveta watched for a few moments, then she said uncertainly, “Chester …”

Chester absorbed the gentle thrusts, then asked, “What Iveta?”

Curious, Iveta said, “Penis gone.”

*

The night was slipping away, and Stanley knew that soon the resurrected one’s would have to bed down. He thought about the phrase, Some days are diamonds, some days are stone … and he knew that he had just experienced a diamond night, a night that would glitter and sparkle in his memory forever. And more diamond nights would be his, two more of them.

He’d slid into the girl’s tight vagina in the missionary position, he’d pushed into her as she bent over the drawer, he’d speared into her as she stood with her back braced against a wall and her left leg perched on a chair, he’d guided into her as she lay on the table in the study, and he’d entered her as she knelt on all fours on the couch. He had lived his own porno-movie, had experienced the most thrilling and decadent night of his life, but almost as important, the love of his life had enjoyed it as well, because the pale blue eyes kept on sparkling.

“We’ll be bedding down soon, are you going to join us?” Chester asked.

“Well, I’m exhausted, so yes.”

“Let’s go.”

*

Two more nights in the dream, two more nights of living in his fantasy, and he was distraught when it ended. He handed over the money and said, “Chester, thank-you for everything.”

“Hey Mister S, I love money, although this experience will live on in my memory.”

Stanley held Iveta’s hand and faced Chester as he said, “If you want to do it again, just let me know, because I’d pay you whatever you like.”

“More sexual education can be discussed later on, but the important thing for Iveta at the moment is her life education.”

“What do you mean?”

“At the Ranch, we offer tutorial services where we can teach her everything that she needs to know including the language.”

“That sounds like a good idea; how much?”

“No payment, this is all part of our on-going service.”

“Yes, I will take advantage of that.”

“Excellent, although the draw-back is that we teach her at the Ranch.”

“What are you saying, that she’d have to stay there?”

“Yes.”

“For how long?”

“Two, three, four months; I mean she stays for however long it takes. The alternative is that you organise your own tutor, although personally, I would recommend sending her to us, because we have experts available, and importantly, educating her through us would mean that there’s no raised eyebrows.”

Stanley nodded and said, “Yes, avoiding suspicions seems like a good idea, but I’d be without her for months?”

“You can visit her on the weekends, I mean you can stay every weekend if you want.”

“Okay, it sounds like a good idea.”

“Great, so I’ll let you spend a few nights with her, and I’ll organise for her to be picked up in a week’s time.”

“Yes, thank-you.”

Chester kissed Iveta on the cheek, then hugged her as she said, “Goodbye, Iveta is a good girl.”

Iveta hugged her tightly and said, “Chester is a good girl.”

“Okay Mister S, enjoy her, and I’ll have her collected in a week.”

“Sure,” Stanley nodded, then he said hesitantly, “Arhhh, Chester …”

“What?”

“Can you, arhhh, you know, train her?”

“What do you mean by train her?”

“Well if she’s going to be at the Ranch for months, can you train her to be proficient in ummm, a physical sense?”

“As supernatural creatures, our survival depends on us being able to defend ourselves, and everybody at the Ranch has been taught all forms of martial arts, although that isn’t included in the on-going service, you gotta pay for that.”

“Okay, if you could, organise that as well.”

“I will, although just a word of advice …”

“What?”

“You have her back now, you have your wife back, so instead of plotting revenge against the vampire who killed her, I would suggest that you just enjoy her.”

“I understand what you’re saying, and I need to stress that I wouldn’t want to expose Iveta to any danger, although if the opportunity does arise …”

Chester bowed her face, and she seemed to be deep in thought, although she lifted her face and said sternly, “Okay, let me make this very clear to you; Taylee Crezenski is not only a vampire, she is a Warrior-Vampire, bold and fearless, so my advice to you is to forget about her and simply enjoy having Iveta back.”

Chester smiled at Iveta, nodded at Stanley, then she walked out the door.

Iveta seemed confused, and she muttered, “Chester …”

Stanley closed the door, and Iveta scurried into the front room and stood at the window, her hands pressed against the pane as she stared out. Stanley stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her as he said compassionately, “Soon, Iveta will see Chester soon.”

Iveta swivelled to look in his eyes, then she turned her focus to the front as she mumbled, “Chester, gone?”

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