Lustful Encounters: Becoming the Goddess' Futanari Vessel

By T.L. Tate

Kyah Open-Cloud is a loner and outcast. Being plucked from her predictable life on the reservation, she’s transplanted in the middle of a Christian all girls academy where the only thing the girls understand is violence and vindictiveness. When she’s had about all she can take, she’s saved by the sensual and seductive Professor Calypso Andromeda. Between a fateful encounter between her professor and a strange old man playing a flute, Kyah’s world is forever altered. What started off as just a lustful encounter turns into so much more as her body is altered and her passion explodes. Watch as Kyah evolves as the mysteries of life, love and sex make her lose herself to become the Goddess’ vessel.

• Language: English
• Publisher: T.L. Tate
• Release date: Mar 20, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463238677

T.L. Tate

I love books. It has been a dream of mine since I was a child to author a book. A couple of years I gave it a try. It's hard work and I'm still learning but despite that...I love it! I love creating new worlds and falling in love with the characters that I create. I love hearing from fans or watching the downloads of my books increase. I love it because I know that in some way, I'm reaching someone that I wouldn't have before. Being an author is a great gift and I'm grateful to have the opportunity to share my stories with the world.

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Lustful Encounters:

Becoming the Goddess’ Futanari Vessel

By

T.L. Tate

Copyright © 2020 by T.L. Tate

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Main Title

Copyright

Title

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Epilogue

Author’s Corner

Other Works

About T.L. Tate

Lustful Encounters:

Becoming the Goddess’ Futanari Vessel

Chapter 1

I’ve never been particularly fortunate. Most of my life, I’ve been a smear on the wall or a bug on the ground Waiting to be stepped on. And right now…?

Ha! Ha! That’s it, Kristi! Dunk that little Indian bitch! How’s that for a rain dance you bitch?

Heh! Drown that cunt!

Right now, I was in the middle of having my face held down in a toilet bowl.

Bullying. That’s what the media, schools and parents want to call it. Me? I call it just another day in this shit storm I call my life.

It was no secret that I was constantly harassed and beat up by this group of girls. Still, no one could be bothered enough to care.

The private academy that I attended was basically funded, in full, by the families of these three little deviants. As a matter of fact, their great great-grandfathers’ pictures could be found hanging up in the entranceway as the founders of this fine institution. Yeah, to say that they could get away with murder would not be a stretch.

The teachers, priests, nuns and board couldn’t do anything to them. They knew it. I knew it. So right now, just like every other day, I was being tormented by them. Why?

Honestly, you’d have to ask them that.

I’ve been enrolled in this all-girls Christian academy for just over 5 years. It was a boarding school. So, since my parents dragged me from the reservation and plunked me down in the middle of God-fucking-hates-me Midwest, I’ve lived with the constant bullying and beatings. Today was no different.

Living here year-round has shown me who was in charge. I’m not being a coward, I swear. It’s just that I am fully aware that I have no power over things. Honestly, most days I just prayed that they’d just kill me and get it over with. Death would be much more preferable than living in this endless nightmare.

But they never did.

Ha! Look at that little cunt! Her legs are shaking. Think she’s going to pass out?

Oh! I hope so. If she does, we can see how many flashlights we can shove up her dirty Indian cunt!

That’s funny, Crystal! You hear that medicine woman? Want to get that cherry popped by a fucking flashlight?

I was beginning to blackout. I didn’t fight it. I didn’t try to hang on. I let myself descend into the darkness only to be pulled from the brink right before the peace of everlasting silence took over.

Wake up, bitch! We’re not through with you yet! Yanking my head out of the toilet, Kristi kicked the side of my face so hard that my eyes were shaking.

Oof! I fell on the cold porcelain tiles, my cold wet hair falling over my face as I coughed up toilet water on the floor.

"That’s it, bitch! Choke on it! Choke