Chapter 1 - But What Can Roshana Do?

“So what can you do?” I asked.

Roshana stared at me with a partial frown as she played with a crooked wooden stick, the tip scrapped the dirt and pushed yellow, orange, and red leaves around on the dry ground. The branches flexed, but not yet dry enough, they didn’t break. The few birds that hadn’t flown south for the winter sang above and around us. I loved this time of year, with fresh air, beautiful colors, and the promise of the winter to come.

“Anything. I could do anything,” Roshana said. She poked a wind-blown leaf pile with the stick. A yellow banana slug fell onto the dirt trail. A bird screamed at us. The overcast grey and white sky had streaks of blue where the sun tried to break through. The path snaked through the forest, not well-traveled, it led from our school’s back field, past us, and traveled over a hundred miles before it ended at a small lake, well, if you believed the maps, which I didn’t, because public maps often had purposeful misleading routes, each year more unreliable since the start of the war.

“Right, but what would interest my fans? Because they expect something exciting, interesting, and perverse,” I said. I knew what would interest my fans, but would she do it? She had the idea to film with me today, so she had to suggest something depraved; otherwise, my ideas might spook her, and while I enjoyed a stroll in the forest, I didn’t enjoy it that much. Thoughts of her laid out with sticks and other items shoved in her made me moist, and because she hadn’t appeared in videos before, as a newbie, she would draw more fans. The idea of a demonstration of her strength while I fucked her or violated her had me out here in the crisp air with her, instead of a classroom with a boring teacher.

The slug uncurled and began the trek back into the forest while the bird above heard a similar song to the one it sang and flew off. The silence stretched, made for a pleasant pause in our hike. I didn’t know how much to push her towards a decision. She wanted something, something nasty, but did she fully understand the consequences? Could she understand the consequences? I barely understood, and I had filmed dozens of videos for my channel. Even after six months, and more money than I ever expected, my fans’ reactions still sometimes surprised me.

“I’ll fuck anything, eat anything, drink anything,” she said. But did she mean it? Could she mean it? Hulks have a lot of bravado, but didn’t always follow through. While we could bend iron, most Hulks didn’t heal fast, so they tended towards caution, unlike Deads, who healed fast and had no trouble doing horrible things to their bodies. I didn’t want to hurt her, I just wanted to make her scream in pleasure, in ways that would interest my fans, and could compete with other top videos that featured Deads, who could take hands up both holes, massive objects, and severe pain. My fans expected new and different, something that the normal sluts couldn’t provide.

“Like?” I asked. Sweat beaded on her forehead despite the cool fall day. The woods offered great privacy, even at only a ten-minute walk from school. I could smell dog scat, which bothered me, but Roshana hadn’t noticed. She likely wouldn’t see an enemy jet if it flew over at that moment. The pile of leaves caught her gaze, but her mind turned to figure out what to suggest. The wait annoyed me, but I knew to act patient, remain calm, and wait for her to start the suggestions, and then I could add pizazz to them.