THERE'S NOTHING BEYOND THIS POINT

Xanjacene the sorceress/ temptess sometimes needed a man.

This is simple fact, she, despite all her powers could get lonely and even feeling a bit

desperate for a companion. The embrace of a man's powerful arms soothed her and

made her forget. She had few regrets but the ones she had were on the verge of being

all consuming. A woman like her was dangerous to deal with, especially for men, they

often misjudged her and treated her occasional kindness uncaringly.

Xanjacene mounted the stairs as silently as a spider creeping up the walls. The stairs were

made of wood and should have creaked but they simply did not. Xanjacene cradled her double

barreled shotgun like it was a baby. She also had a glock slipped into her thick leather belt

and there was a .25 on her somewhere. A gangster named Dooling had wronged the fierce

and quite mad woman. She would make him pay for his insolence...and his whore would

also pay.

She kicked open the door of the shabby hotel room just as she caught a glimpse of Red Smith

, Gario's bodyguard, leaving the next room. He darted back inside and his hand went to

his pistol. Xanjacene darted into Gario's room. A bullet whizzed just past her nose as she

blasted Gario with the shotgun. The whore got of one more badly aimed shot before Xanjacene

blew her in half. Then the sorceress hit the floor just as Red Smith fired several shots towards

her back. Her glock barked a ferocious reply and Smith staggered backwards with several red spots staining the front of his expensive suit. Xanjacene raced downstairs and out the back

way of the hotel. She ran right over a beat cop that was taking a piss in the alley. He cursed

and wet his trousers leg but it was a waste of time cause Xanjacene was long gone.

Gario deserved to die, he was a life long criminal. Still, he had been incredibly smooth and had

Xanjacene believing in this thing called love. Now he was dead and so were two other people.

Not a bad day's work. Xanjacene wasn't even an assassin. She was deadly however. And

could be a real bitch, as if there was any doubt. She drove through the night like a maniac. Her

jacked up Chevy could really lay it down and she didn't spare any of the eight cylinders as

they thundered in sync beneath the leaden pressure on the pedal. It had actually been

rather exciting, oh that look in Gario's face as the shotgun had cut him in half. Xanjacene smoked

some more meth and then masturbated as she flew down the interstate back to her home in

the desert. She lived far back from the main highways. Hers was an existence that that spoke

to peace and quiet. And maybe an occasional bender.

Xanjacene was angy at the world, but mostly at men. Something as pathetic as a dick could

drive a girl over the edge in a nano second. What she needed now was some good relaxing

lesbian sex. And she had just the uber expensive Martian made ultra sexy sex android to get

busy with. Later she drank herself into a stupor as the sex droid drove her into wave after wave

of sexual ectasy. It was a damn good fuck, even if no man was around. She kissed her droid

Lorraine and tongued her mouth deeply. "I live to serve you and brighten your day," Lorraine

cooed. Her whore talk had been programmed to perfection. Xanjacene had given a blood sample

to those egg headed martians to help with the construction of Lorraine's think tank. Those

yellow assholes knew their shit and that was being real about it.

Xanjacene was pretty gone as she strapped on her auxillary penis and gave Lorraine a nice rewarding hour of anal pleasure. It was really nice, Xanjacene had to wonder why in hell she

had ever felt so needy of some hairy ass dude. It was a mystery, just like in Shakespeare In

Love, one of ther favorite flicks along with Amityville Horror and Breaker Breaker with Chuck

Norris, her idol. If only Chuck was available as a sex robot. Damn, Xanjacene thought, what

a fantasy. No little pussies like Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt, or Tom Cruise for her...Chuck was the

shit.

The policeman that came to arrest Xanjacene was young and alone. Xanjacene wondered about

that and the cop seemed to read her mind. "I was the only one with the balls." he stated flatly.

Xanjacene touched him lightly and his body frooze to a stiffness near to steel. She loved this

weird ability and always took advantage of any opportunity to use it. "Now lets see about those

balls of your."

She put her hand down his pants and he groaned despite being frozen. "I can release you if

you promise to be good," she declared. His eyes told her yes.

She massaged his timber until he blasted a nice load that Xanjacene rubbed onto her beautiful

full chest. How any man could stray after a glance at her awesome ladies was a mystery

that only Apollo or Venus could answer. And even they would have to think about it for a good

long while. This was not overstating the case because Xanjacene knew both of those powerful

Gods personally. They were fun to party with, although Apollo had given her an std once, of

course he cured it with a wave of his hand. Or was it his wand, or maybe his dick he waved,

she couldn't remember exactly.

He had that particular wave down pretty good too, thought Xanjacene. Then, just for fun she

blasted the cop with the shotgun. He was to pretty to endure more of this shitty world the

Sorceress decided. It was a mercy killing if there ever had been one.

One day a truly strange young man showed up on her door. He was very cute and Xanjacene

felt that old familiar tingling way down in kitty. "I suppose you are another cop," she said.

No, I am selling magazines, I am working my way through medical school...I only need to sell

another 300,000 subscriptions to pay for my anatomy book. "Are you for real," Xanjacene

asked? "I'm as real as you want me to be."

"How big is your penis?"

"What??"

How large is your P-E-N-I-S...you know your package, your johnson, your junk, you pee pee,

whatever the fuck you call your money maker?"

The boy stammered something that the Sorceress couldn't really understand and then he turned

and fled out the door.

"Damned queer," Xanjacene grumbled. She was tired of masturbation and robot sex. She needed a real man like from the good old days...like Pissin the magician/swordsman. He had

a big package, a cute face, and he was a cold hearted killer and fine lover. She decided to

call him up from the netherworld where he had wound up along with all the other bad boys

and beer salesmen. It was a powerful spell and made her feel really tired. "What the fuck

is this all about?" Pissin asked.

"You got here quick, come rub mommy's back."

"Fuck you bitch."

"Oooohh, you always were a pro with the small talk. Do you want a drink?"

"Fuck yeah, I'm dying of thirst, it was hot down there, hot as hell."

"It was hell you retard."

Pissin made his way to the drink cabinet and poured himself a generous glass full of Vat 69, he

loved that shit like he loved pussy. After several hefty belts he had to admit to himself that

Xanjacene looked pretty hot, lying on her bed with nothing on except some yellow panties and

a tattoo of Squidward from Spongebob. Somehow he looked pretty handsome there on her

big firm breast. He walked over and stared down at her. "You put something n my drink, didn't you?"

"Yes, now fuck me stud."

Pissin quickly got out of his clothes, he was careful to put his boots back on and he

re strapped his sword around his naked waist. He was a very cautious dude when getting

busy with witches, vampires, gargoyles, midgets, or female softball players. Without much

ado he fondled and sucked her boobs before sliding the big boy into her lovely hair taco and

pounding the shit out of said honey hole. It was great sex, she came several times and finally

with an awesome roar he dumped his cake topping right where it could swim to its hearts

contentment. "You are a good fuck, to bad you're dead now. I can't keep you here forever,

just 24 hours. I have a feeling that's not nearly long enough for us to get re acquainted."

"Do you have any pecans, I'm hungry."

Xanjacene pointed to the kitchen, "there is plenty of them in there along with pizza and doughnuts."

Pissin quickly went to get his eat on and Xanjacene hugged her pillow and wallowed in the

sweetness of a mellow afterglow. PIssin came back with a mouthful of nuts and a joint.

"I brought this with me, its good stuff...want some?"

"I want some baby, bring your sexy ass back over here and eat my hole again."

"Are you fucking crazy? I just nutted in that shit."

Xanjacene snapped her fingers, twinkled her nose and slapped her ass. "Its all cleaned

up now, that was the first spell mama taught me way back in the day."

Pissin snapped his finger, farted, picked his nose, and then up popped a huge

erection. "I picked this up from Harry Potter," he said.

"Damn, it looks bigger!"

"It is, now time for anal sex Angel child o mine."

"Oh shit,"

"I hope not sweets."