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Chapter 5 - Hit It

After stowing her clothes and grabbing her shower bag and towel, Justine proceeded to the showers. She was somewhat disappointed to find that the showers were separated into individual stalls, complete with sliding glass privacy doors. She had hoped to explain herself a little bit before the awkward moment got too far away, but it looked like that wasn’t going to happen. Briefly, she considered knocking on the foggy glass and asking Elaine’s permission to join her… but her stomach tied itself in knots at the mere thought. With a sigh of defeat, Justine proceeded past the first stall that Elaine currently occupied and into the next shower, closing the door behind her. Anxiety and hope played a rather frustrating tug of war within as Justine lazily stuffed her braids beneath a shower cap, adorned with pink bubbles and bunnies. She allowed her mind to drift as the warm water washed over her body. The white noise of the falling liquid and rising steam gradually coaxed her eyes closed. A hum came from her lips as she finally started to relax. The schoof of the sliding door and a rush of cool air on her wet skin made Justine’s eyes open with a start. Her shock became twofold upon seeing Dr. Descoteaux stepping into the spacious shower and shutting the door behind her. “D—! Doct—!?” “Hello, Justine. Your mother wished me to examine your eye,” Dr. Descoteaux interrupted with a firm, clinical tone, seemingly paying little mind to their mutual state of undress. The white noise of the falling water became deafening in the silence that followed. Justine—caught so completely off guard—simply froze. Thighs pinched together to restrain her rapidly swelling femme-ber, back pressed firmly against the cold tile, and desperately trying to keep her eyes above the doctor’s neckline. “May I see it?” She asked, though her tone was far more of an imperative than a question. “Oh,” Justine responded, utterly devoid of the understanding that such a response usually implies, “When?” There was a pause while the doctor’s eyes shifted slightly, the tilt of her head implying that she was giving Justine the chance to realize her rather dim-witted question and answer properly. She did not, so the doctor proceeded. “Now, dear,” Anabel clarified, clearly unsure if Justine was simply shy or an utter moron. “S—… uh… c—could it wait, Mrs—er… Dr. Descoteaux?” Justine babbled, still frozen in a knock-kneed stance—one hand over her crotch, and the other arm across her breasts, shielding her intimate areas from view. “No,” Anabel responded flatly, refusing to offer further comment in the awkward pause that followed. "C—could you hand me a towel? I’ll just dry off and cover up—” “Justine, really! I am a medical professional with over two decades of experience. What part of your body do you believe is so unique that I haven’t seen its kind before?” Anabel huffed, putting a hand on one of her wide, child-bearing hips. Justine found herself without an answer for the insistent doctor’s question—or at least not one that didn’t make her feel like a stubborn child. Reluctantly, she nodded. “Good.” Anabel produced a penlight from her bag, stowed the bag on one of the hooks on the back of the door, and hurried over to Justine. She began her examination—poking, prodding, and shining a light into the injured pupil. “Hrm…” “Is it okay?” Justine finally asked, “I mean, it’s only a tennis ball, right?” “Well, unfortunately for you, Elaine is a professional. Her average serving speed is around 120 miles per hour, and the serve that hit you was markedly above that. Had it struck you near the net, a hit like this could’ve caused a detached retina or even permanent loss of vision. As it stands, you only have some mild corneal irritation and the beginnings of a deep bruise around your eye socket. You’ll have a nasty-looking black eye in a day or so, but you’ll most likely survive…” “Most likely???” Justine exclaimed. “It’s a joke, dear. You’ll be completely fine, I assure you,” Anabel chuckled. Justine sighed in relief. “Thank you, doctor. I didn’t know it could’ve been so serious…” Justine sighed in relief, “I’m sorry about being so fussy. You were just trying to help…” “It’s quite alright, dear,” the doctor reassured her as she stowed her penlight in the hanging bag. Justine looked at the floor, her anxiety not yet appeased by her apology. “Is there… um… any way I could make it up to you?” Justine offered, “It’s just that you’re my mom’s best friend. And I don’t want to make a bad first impression.” “Really, dear,” Dr. Descoteaux laughed, “It’s alright. I am a mother too, after all. I’ve dealt with my share of ‘fussy’ patients.” “Oh, okay…” Justine looked down again. “But if you insist…” Justine looked back up at the doctor. “Yes? Yes. I do insist, Doctor,” Justine beseeched with an almost comically dramatic tone. The older woman started to laugh but quickly realized that Justine’s plea wasn’t at all in jest. She stifled her laugh, not wanting to hurt the poor girl’s feelings. “Well, I have something of a phobia; showering alone—outside my own home, of course—leaves me quite anxious. Furthermore, I have forgotten my toiletries. Would it bother you immensely if I showered here?” “Not at all, Mrs—I mean… Dr. Descoteaux,” Justine corrected, “There’s plenty of room… and I have soap and shampoo if you need it.” As the doctor smiled gratefully, Justine seemed to forget her anxiety, seemingly distracted by her relief that she hadn’t offended. The doctor approached and Justine fumbled through her bag. Finally locating the shampoo, she squirted some onto her hands and passed the bottle to Anabel—probably a little faster than she needed to. “S—sorry…” Justine shrugged, “I guess I’m just on edge today…” “There’s no need to be so nervous, dear,” Anabel chucked as she lathered up her hair, “I don’t bite.” “Oh,” Justine laughed, “Of course not.” But, obviously… it wasn’t a bite she feared. Justine kicked herself once again for forgetting her pills. Every glance at Anabel’s nude form was a potential disaster, and the older woman’s curves grew more magnetic by the second as water and suds made rivers down all of her most tempting hills and valleys. Justine felt her lust begin to strain against her squeezing thighs. She redoubled her efforts to keep it in check. “Dear?” Anabel asked. “Yes, Ms—er… Mrs—uh…—DOCTOR… Descoteaux?” “Please just call me Anne, dear… for both of our sakes” Dr. Descoteaux smiled warmly, eyes closed as she rinsed herself, “Are you holding that… puddle of shampoo for any particular reason, or…?” Anabel was already rinsing the conditioner out of her hair. Justine must have spaced out. Embarrassed, she put her hand in the water and let the shampoo wash down the drain. “Decided not to wash your hair, dear?” “Nah… I’ll wash it at home…” Justine sighed. “Probably for the best. It can be difficult to get all the soap out of braids like yours. Best to take your time in your own shower rather than a strange locker room.” “Yeah…” Justine agreed. “They are beautiful, by the way,” “Whuh?” “Your braids,” Anabel clarified, “Did your mother teach you?” “Yeah… and if I’m being honest, she usually helps me. I have no coordination in a mirror at all…” “Justine, if your mother lived within a hundred miles of here, it would put my hairdresser out of work,” Anabel sighed, “Even Elaine’s father is better with her hair than I am.” This brought a question to Justine’s mind. “M—… Doctor… Why didn’t you shower with Elaine? N-Not that I mind or anything! It’s just… well, I’m not always here… obviously… so…” Justine trailed off as she caught sight of Anabel rubbing soap over herself. The young girl’s eyes seemed to have quite a struggle to tear themselves away from Anabel—her body now covered and dripping with white, foamy suds. “I’m surprised you didn’t hear,” The older woman tittered with a shake of her head. “Hear what, Mrs—… Anne,” Justine stumbled as she second-guessed her choice of address once again. “Cup an ear against that wall, dear,” Anabel chuckled, tilting her head toward the eastern corner of the shower, “You’ll understand.” Confused and intrigued enough to follow the doctor’s odd directions without argument, Justine cupped her hands around an ear and placed them against the indicated surface. At first, she heard nothing. But after a moment, a droning tone began to stand out from the constant hiss of running water. The wall vibrated every second or so as if someone were kicking the other side. Only when she heard the restrained but audible gasps and moans did she put two and two together. Once she heard it, she found it impossible to tune out. She wondered how she had ever done so before. Elaine was masturbating. Vigorously masturbating. Just mere feet on the other side of the tiled wall. Anabel must have seen the realization on her face because she giggled softly. “I’m sure you understand why showering with her while she’s in this state would be rather… uncomfortable for the both of us,” Anabel explained. “Yeah, I get it,” Justine nodded understandingly, unable to look at Anabel while increasingly pornographic visions of the good doctor’s daughter danced through her head. Nor could she banish the question, “Was that because of me?” Had the mere sight of each other naked driven them both into the depths of sexual frustration? Justine suddenly regretted not having the nerve to knock on her shower stall… “I should explain; Elaine is…—” Anabel trailed off, making circles with her hands to draw the proper words from her mind, “—She becomes quite alarmingly aroused after matches. The sweat, the physical exhaustion, the heavy breathing… they all—shall we say—produce a particular itch; An itch which is thusly scratched…” The doctor gestured to the eastern wall once again. Justine’s legs were beginning to burn with exertion, her cock intent on making its presence known. She felt like a total degenerate. Anabel was confiding in her a potentially embarrassing secret of her daughter’s, and her cock drooled precum with every new detail, painting increasingly salacious scenes in her mind. “I’ve been trying to play matchmaker for some time, but none can seem to keep up with the poor thing’s libido. In my desperation, I’ve even tried sending two or three at a time. She’s proved to be somewhat insatiable…” That latest anecdote certainly didn’t help much. “You look frightfully uncomfortable, Justine…—Oh dear me, I apologize if I’ve over-shared,” She approached with some concern as Justine’s back pressed against the tile in an attempt to take some of the weight off of her awkwardly-positioned legs currently tasked with concealing her arousal, “I hope you won’t think any less of dear Elaine.” Justine certainly wouldn’t be thinking any less of Elaine. In fact, she might be thinking of Elaine at least once a day for the rest of her life. “Are you sexually active, dear?” That question popped Justine out of her lustful haze and put a flush in her cheeks. She stumbled for an answer for a moment or two but finally shook her head. “Dear? You’re looking a little ill…” Anabel worried, “Let me look at—” Justine’s legs wobbled as the doctor drew close, huge motherly breasts softly compressing against her own. Her resistance crumbled as Anabel’s nipples brushed over hers. Justine’s cock lept free and slapped between the older woman’s legs with a wet slap. Justine’s heart stopped in the instant that followed. The doctor’s eyes slowly panned downward. She felt a little faint as time seemed to slow, though she could do nothing to stop the slow pan of the doctor’s eyes down to ground zero. “Oh my… god~!” Anabel exclaimed in a whisper much too loud for Justine’s comfort. She turned her head away and covered her mouth, but her cheeks began to rouge as she found herself unable to keep her eyes off of it for long. Anabel wrapped her fingers around Justine's traitorous cock. Justine vocalized a small apology but was still far too stunned to protest—or even come to a decision about whether or not she wanted to, for that matter. “Is this why you’ve been acting so strangely, dear?” "Nyeahnuh…uh…” Justine vomited out, still looking a little faint. “Aw, sweetie—did you perhaps neglect your medication?” Anabel clicked her tongue, “tsk tsk tsk.” “Iforgotit’msosorry—” Justine’s mind raced as she desperately tried to explain. “Would you like my assistance?” “…e—excuse me?” Justine’s thoughts all seemed to stop dead at the unexpected question. Anabel couldn’t mean what Justine thought she meant… could she? Surely, Justine reasoned, she must have misunderstood. “Elaine. What do you think of her, dear?” Anabel prodded. Justine struggled for words as several less-than-decent answers to the doctor’s question jumped to the front of her mind. “I like her,” Justine plumped out, “Um… we had a nice convers—” “Did you get a look at her body?” Anabel pressed on. “P—Pardon?” Justine’s face blanked. “When you were changing, dear. Did you look at her naked body?” The blank look on Justine’s face took on a hint of panic. “W—Well, I’m sure I saw a little, but I promise I wasn’t staring or anythin—“ Anabel silenced her with a finger to her lips. “Do you find her attractive?” Justine nodded with a flush in her cheeks. “I’ll be frank, dear—This particular 'frustration' of hers has begun to affect her athletic performance. I was hoping that you might be willing to help… soothe her… assuming you’re up to the task,” “Oh,” Justine monotoned once more, her body language showing only confusion and mild panic. “Dear, are you quite alright?” “W—I mean—… Yea—Just—” “Justine, if you’d like me to leave—” “No!” Justine blurted out, far more imperatively than she had intended to. As powerful as her anxiety regarding the situation was, her desire was far stronger. The dull ache of unsatisfied lust radiated from the lowest depths of her overburdened nuts to the pit of her stomach. As increasingly salacious visions played through her mind, the objections of her anxiety were soon completely unhearable—buried beneath the symphony of moaning MILFs that echoed through her mind. “In which case… I believe you and my Elaine might just be a rather fortuitous solution to each other’s problems. Now would be the perfect opportunity to test that, as well as provide you some relief.” Justine made several sounds—unfortunately, none of them words—as her brain began to melt down. Anabel put a finger to the younger girl’s lips. “I’m going to make you ejaculate, Justine,” she stated matter-of-factly, “Is that okay with you?” Justine hesitated for a split second, but slowly began to nod. Anabel smiled as she snuggled up closer, pressing her full, pillowy lips to Justine’s. Her hands danced their way down the lithe girl’s body. Justine stood stiff as a board with her back pressed against the wall, completely lost for what to do with herself. After a second or two, Anabel pulled back and looked at her. “Dear, is everything alright?” “Yes!” Justine whispered back. Anabel raised an eyebrow, obviously less than convinced. “Sorry… I—I’m just a little nervous…” “It’s quite alright, Justine,” Anabel reassured, “You just let me know if I make you uncomfortable, alright?” Justine nodded, eager for the doctor to continue. Anabel resumed her deep kiss, playfully prodding Justine’s tongue with her own as her hands reached Justine’s bouncing cock once more. Upon wrapping her hand around it, her eyes popped open. She stepped back, holding the impressive shaft in her hands as she looked down to examine it. “Oh my…” Anabel gasped, slightly in awe as she sunk to her knees, “Why, look at the size of it…” “I—it’s not that big…” Justine muttered. “Dear, I know my hands are rather petite, but…” Anabel gripped it with both hands to illustrate her point, “…I’d need about four of them to cover all this. Where I come from, we consider that quite large…” Justine didn’t have a response to that, so she couldn’t manage to look at Anabel. The doctor giggled at Justine’s shyness. “Have you measured?” “Huh?” Justine asked reflexively, “N—No.” Anabel directed a disbelieving smirk up toward Justine. Justine looked away. “It’s only like… 8 inches…” she said quietly. “8 inches around, maybe…” Anabel chuckled. Justine hid her face behind a hand to hide the flush in her cheeks and the guilty look in her eyes. “Your mother told me it was large, dear… but I never expected such an obscene… monstrous thing…” “My… m—mom told y—you?” Justine stuttered, utterly mortified. “…And your father… dear lord, she was nowhere near this large. My husband was bigger than her, but you…” “Wait… how do—” “That’s not to say she was unskilled, mind you—Kris knew her way around the bedroom, to be sure… and she curled my toes at every opportunity given—but this…” Anabel’s hands continued to explore her cock, “…This is a masterpiece…” Justine cried out in pleasure as the creamy-skinned MILF pinched her shaft just around the base with her left hand and gave it a deep, rough stroke up and down with her right. “Mrs—Doct—Anne…!” Justine began, trying to explain her current predicament. “Do you want me to suck your cock, dear?” Justine froze as she felt the sporty MILF’s words echo in her mind. The protests of her rational mind had long been silenced. Her head began to slowly rock back and forth in a slow, silent nod. “Mmm… good girl. Now, you’ll have to excuse me. My pace might be a trite slow. I haven’t handled one this size since undergrad…” Justine vocalized in an attempt to assure the vixen that her efforts would be appreciated regardless of their speed, but what came out was mumbling gibberish and another slow nod. Anabel wore an infectious smile as she guided Justine’s cock through her parted lips. Humming softly in delight, she repeatedly engulfed the glans with her soft lips, planting a kiss at the tip with each retreat. Justine’s mouth fell agape. Her fingers grasped and slipped across the wet tile, trying in vain to find something to grab onto. With weak knees, she braced herself against the wall, breath catching with every note of Anabel’s delightful melody. Anabel grasped Justine’s shaft around the base with both hands. With a devilish grin, she sucked hard on the virgin glans. Her cheeks sunk inward until the convex dimples grew deep enough to touch Justine’s swollen cockhead. Then she began her retreat. Justine slapped both hands over her mouth as Anabel’s velvety soft mouth vacuum sealed around her throbbing prick. She weakly protested the cruel overstimulation, shaking her head while her feet had begun to slip out from under her. Her muscles clenched and spasmed, dousing Anabel’s throat in a liberal coating of sticky precum. Just when she thought she might explode… Pop! “Oh godddd…” Justine moaned through her clenched fingers, half in relief and half in disappointment. “I’m sorry, dear—you’re just too big!” Anabel released Justine’s shaft and sat back on her knees, observing the twitching mass and the heavy, throbbing burden stored in the tanks below with predatory rapture. “P—please don’t stop…” Justine whined pathetically. “Okay… okay… I’ll stop teasing you…” Anabel chuckled playfully, “Hand me the soap, dear.” Anabel gave the glans a rather wet kiss and smothered the shaft in between her more than generous breasts. Justine gasped in surprise as her hips needily lurched forward, thrusting into the soft, pillowy cleft of the doctor’s bosom. With a liberal coating of soap, the sudsy, slippery cleavage around her cock quickly drew her back to the rapturous peak of climax. “Enjoying yourself, dea—” Anabel didn’t get to finish her question before a gooey jet painted a white stripe across her face. Justine twitched and trembled silently against the wall, both hands clasped tightly over her mouth as her orgasm overpowered her. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She had always understood that sex would feel better than going solo, but to experience it was something else entirely. Powerful urges from deep within her core propelled her viscid lust down her bulging under-vein and out the tip of her rock-hard cock—the creamy ropes either splattering across Anabel’s encouraging smile or gurgling loudly as they shot between the smothering cleft of her tits. “Oh… g—god…” Justine finally gasped as her orgasm finally tapered off. “Oh, dear! What a mess!” Anabel giggled, milking the last from Justine’s softening cock. Anabel stood up and began to wash herself in the shower stream. Looking down at Justine’s slumping form, she clicked her tongue. “You’ve certainly got the equipment and the gusto, sweetie…” She shook her head and closed her eyes to rinse the shampoo from her hair, “…but you’ll have to work on that stamina if you hope to keep up with Elaine.” “Can I go again?” Anabel jumped a little, surprised to feel Justine’s body pressed against her back. She glanced down between her thighs as Justine rubbed her shaft between them. “Oh… y—…you’re already hard…? Again…?” Anabel stumbled, quite surprised. Justine nodded, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh of Anabel’s breasts, freshly rinsed of her generous release. "Justine…?" Anabel prodded cautiously, "Ready for another round already?" "Y—yeah… sorry, Doct—I mean uh…—Anne," Justine corrected, slightly short of breath, "I'm a little… y'know…it's been a while—well no… I guess I kinda… took care of it… earlier… but—" Justine trailed off, her speech somewhat slurred beneath her increasingly ragged breathing. Her hips thrust slowly back and forth, rubbing her rigid meat between Anabel's creamy thighs. "I see… not your first time today?" "N—no, ma'am…" Justine confessed, "S—sorry…" "No need to apologize, sweetie," Anabel placed a hand on Justine's cheek and a quick kiss on the other, "It's impressive to have so much left. You practically gave me a second shower. I can't imagine what you left in the shower this morning…" Justine smiled at the attention and affirmation. "What set you off, hmmmm~?" Justine stammered for a moment. "Don't be shy, dear…" "Y—you and Elaine…" Justine bashfully admitted, "When my mom told me to tighten my strings… I was… yeah…" Anabel was briefly amused but soon came to a realization. "You… dear, that was less than an hour ago…" "Mm—hmm…" Justine grunted, trying and failing to be patient, and continued humping Anabel's thighs. "And… you came once before…?" "T—twice…" Justine clarified, "I forgot… um… my pills. Well, I dropped them… s—so…" “Oh my… quite the marathoner, aren’t you?” Anabel trailed off in realization, muttering to herself, "Just like her father…" “S—sorry? Did you say som—” Justine began. “Oh, it’s nothing, my dear,” Anabel giggled. "C—can I put it in now, Dr. Descoteaux?" Justine badgered, her thrusts now rapid enough that their wet skin lightly clapped on contact with one another, "I—I'll do better this time! Promise!" "A—alright, dear. Just take it sl—" Anabel trailed off into a breathless moan as Justine pushed inside without hesitation, "Oooh… oh my god…" "A—are you okay?" Justine leaned forward to peek over Anabel's shoulder—her expression both concerned and apologetic. She worried that she had hurt the doctor in her eagerness, and felt more than a little embarrassed at herself. "Fffff—… fine.," Anabel responded, taking a few deep breaths, "You're just a bit… larger than I realized…" "D—do you want me to stop, Doct—I mean…" "No, dear…" Anabel interjected, "Just… keep still for a moment? While I get used to you…" Justine nodded, cautiously wrapping her arms around Anabel. A soft hum of contentment escaped her lips, and she nuzzled her cheek into Justine's, which was still perched gently on her shoulder. Emboldened, Justine began to explore her partner's body with sweeping, gentle caresses. "Hmhnh…" Anabel mumbled, biting her lips together. Just as it was on the tennis court, Justine's precision was of the sort that is engineered rather than performed. Her fingers steadily worked Anabel's clit through the increasingly slick folds of her hood, prodding and caressing in small circles in time with her first few cautious thrusts. “O—Oh… oh fu—… d—dear—” It was Anabel’s turn to struggle for words. Justine’s pace quickened steadily with every bit of encouragement that Anabel’s moan’s provided. Justine sank deeper and deeper into her slavering depths and planted soft kisses on her neck and shoulders as she slid an exploratory finger or two across her partner’s swollen little bud. Before long, the doctor’s generous breasts were pressed firmly to the tile, her hands flat beside them to brace herself on the wall as Justine pounded her equally generous backside. “I’m… I’m close, Annie…” Justine panted into Anabel’s ear. Justine’s words pulled Anabel’s mind back to earth just in time for her orgasm to begin. As it arced through her body like a flowing current, she managed to utter only a single word. “Inside…” Justine’s eyes widened briefly as her climax arrived ahead of schedule, the cum-trembling MILF’s breathless command setting a torch on her already simmering lust. She thrust hard into Anabel, which drew a final wet clap from her bouncing booty, and pressed her face against the cool tile alongside her hands and breasts. Anabel’s wetness squirted out as Justine’s load poured in, the both of them shuddering and twitching with climax. Moans bordering on screams echoed in the small shower stall. Justine thrust deeply as her cum poured into Anabel. With her mons already pressed firmly against the doctor’s ass, she continued to buck her hips—wishing every last millimeter of her cock to sink inside. Her clitoral ministrations continued, pushing Anabel to a second orgasm—the sensation of being filled so generously priming the creamy MILF to peak once more. When Justine withdrew, a deluge of white followed her wilting erection, pouring from Anabel’s well-fucked pussy not unlike a small stream—The sight of which already had Justine’s cock pumping back to attention. When Anabel slid sensually down the wall and got down on all fours, it had already begun to throb and leak once more. Anabel put a hand under the stream of leaking cum from her pussy, then smeared the slimy release between her spread cheeks—lubing her asshole methodically and thoroughly. “Whu… One more test…” Anabel slurred, her breath heavy with need, “I hope you’re not spent just yet…” Anabel got her answer in short order. Justine practically pounced onto the MILF’s milky-white ass. She dragged her cock across Anabel’s lower back, across the thong-shaped tanline, and finally into the cleft of her spread ass. With a hand braced against the wall for balance, Justine lined her leaking glans up with Anabel’s tight little starfish. A tentative thrust made Anabel’s breath catch as Justine carefully prodded her entrance. A second one made her squirm. By the third, she kicked her feet impatiently—practically begging Justine to continue. “I suppose turnabout is fair play, but please dear…” Anabel glanced back at Justine, face flushed as she held her lascivious pose, “…don’t tease me.” Truthfully, Justine hadn’t intended to tease—far from it. While 90% of her brain cells were currently fixated on sinking balls deep into Anabel’s ass, the remaining 10% were somewhat concerned. Her overeagerness had already caused the doctor serious discomfort once, after all. She was merely being careful, not vindictive. “W—wh—… oh, I wasn’t—… I was just try—” Justine’s attempts to communicate this seemed to fall on deaf ears, as Anabel promptly interrupted. “Please fuck my ass, Justine,” It was the sort of request that simply bypassed the brain. Before Justine had even consciously processed what Anabel had said, her hamstrings had already contracted. Her hips thrust violently. Anabel’s poor little back door squeezed with all it had but could do nothing against such an onslaught. It twitched around Justine’s wide base as her rapidly filling nuts made a wet slap against Anabel’s freshly fucked pussy. Anabel squealed with delight as Justine took an unprompted fistful of her hair. “I’m… I’m gonna move now…” She huffed with a heretofore unseen sternness in her voice. “Mmmhmmm…” Anabel moaned through her bottom lip, pinched between her wide smile, “Pay special attention, dear…” Anabel raised off the floor and whispered over her shoulder into Justine’s ear. “This is Elaine’s favorite~” Justine’s fingers sunk into the soft flesh of Anabel’s wide hips as she withdrew, directing their sway as their rhythm’s tempo rapidly escalated. Within a few seconds, Justine was full-on reaming the older woman’s generous backside. Anabel’s fingers slid down to her swollen clit, and she rubbed her cum-drenched jellybean in vigorous circles as Justine’s cum continued to drip down from her pussy. Climax wasn’t far for either of them. Justine’s sack had been swollen and heavy since the start of the second game, and the problem had only gotten worse with her two opponents bouncing around the court in their form-fitting gear. Now that the fantasies dancing in her head had seemingly come true, she could never hold back for long. The same was true of Anabel, however. The surprisingly forceful ass fucking had scratched her itch, and Justine was giving her exactly what she had craved. Her muscles began to twitch as she writhed in pleasure, unable to keep her moans quiet any longer. “Fu—…fu—…fuck me… oh god, fuck me, Daddy!” “CUMMING…” Justine growled with failing restraint as her aching balls flooded Anabel’s guts with spurt after spurt of hot, claggy white cum. She continued to thrust deeply as Anabel’s pussy squirted her release, tinged with the white of Justine’s previous deposit. “Oh… oh my god… are you still…?” Anabel asked over her shoulder, out of breath and somewhat astonished. “Mhm…” Justine grunted with obvious heat in her cheeks, her self-consciousness returning with every ounce of jism she released, “S—sorry…” “Oh god… Don’t apologize, dear. It’s just—URP!” Anabel covered her mouth in embarrassment as she eyed her slightly bloated midsection, “I’m getting rather… full…” As her spurts were beginning to taper off, Justine thrust hard and deep one last time. The final rope seemed to fire twice as hard and twice as much, eliciting another little squirm from Anabel. Completely spent, Justine finally pulled her softening cock free, leaving a river of white pouring from both of Anabel’s freshly fucked holes. “Ooooh… fuck…” Anabel sighed, chewing her bottom lip with a wide smile, “I think I quite like you…”

Chapter 1 - Thirty Bennies

Google Docs Mirror—Better Formatting Here’s the thing: I’m hot as fuck. I know it, and—more importantly—so does everyone else. I've got an ass you can bounce quarters off, a tiny waist, and tits that make shopping for bras an absolute nightmare. My cock is thick, and my pelvic floor could juice a grapefruit. People want to fuck me, and honestly? I don’t blame them. Wanting to fuck me is an objectively correct biological response. I scream, “Fantastic lay!” on the genetic level.  Of course, I’ve put a lot of work into being me, and I expect a return on that investment. It’s an arrangement that people seem to naturally understand. After all, no one approaches a goddess without a proper offering. Usual tributes involve gifts, shopping, favors, lavish dinners, and generally kissing the ground on which I walk. I can’t say that doesn’t work for me, but this was the first time I’d ever considered an offer of more direct compensation. I should probably back up a little bit. It was the last week of senior year, and I was looking forward to the expanded horizons (and lack of nagging parents) in my post-secondary education. Due to some… we’ll say mild issues with my attendance, I was just turning 20 by this point. Luckily, I tested extremely well, so there wasn’t much impact on my selection of schools. Understand that I’m a ho by choice, not because I lack skills elsewhere.  I was standing at my locker and answering a few texts while the rabble cleared out. As the hallway emptied, I grabbed my purse from my locker, and turned to leave, almost running into a girl standing behind me.  “Oh. Hi, Mildred,” I said, with a polite smile.  “H—i,” she stuttered back.  She was another senior named Mildred Cheese, and she was just—God, she was weird.   I didn’t dislike her. I didn’t even know her, really. She hardly ever talked, and she did weird shit sometimes, but she’d never been shitty or anything (at least not to me.) She just looked, acted—and smelled—exactly like someone named Mildred Cheese would. She was kind of tall and wore like the same 5 hoodies in rotation every week. They were all way too big on her, and all of them were either white-girl-dreamcatcher affairs or some anime shit. Her hair was wiry and frizzy, probably due to her atrocious home dye jobs that always seemed to leave her hair a faded shade between blue and green. She wore nothing but ankle skirts that must’ve come out of a time capsule buried before women could vote. Oh, and she wore sandals. All the time. I saw her walk in the building with blue toes once because there was a foot of snow outside.  Like I said, she did weird shit—like quietly stand a few inches behind me, for example.  “H—hi… Mia,” she said after what felt like an hour. “Hhheeeey,”  I tried to keep my smile polite, but she was starting to sketch me out. The weirdo didn’t help things much, though. She just smiled back and kept staring at me, looking a little lost.  “What’s up?” I finally asked. “O—oh, I’m sorry… to bother you, um…”—she trailed off for a moment, adjusting her grip on the bag she held to her chest—“a-are you busy this weekend?” “I’ve got a couple of things planned, but nothing set in stone. Why?” This is pretty much my prepared response, and it was also a titanic lie. I had at least 4 dates planned before Monday, but the standard rule of ho-ing is that you never shoot someone down before you know what they’re offering.  Going on a date with me is like an OBO situation; you’re always subject to getting bumped if I get a better offer. Given, it was more of a reflex in this situation. The last thing that I expected from “Mildy Cheese” was an enticing offer.  “W-would you like to uh… m—movie? I-I have a place… and food!” I sort of laughed, but I think I managed to mask it as a flirt. I’m not a total bitch; I didn’t gain anything from hurting her feelings.   “Are you asking me on a date, Mildred?” “If you want… y—y’know… I’d like to…” she paused for a moment, “…you can call me Millie.” “I’m flattered, Millie. I just”—I ran my fingers through my hair, and looked off to the side—“I’m going out of state for school soon, so I don—” “Oh! Me too,” she interrupted. “Y-yeah, so… I’m not really looking for a relationship right now.” That one was true. I’m not looking for a relationship. It’s not the reason I didn’t want to go on a date with her, though. The reason for that should be obvious. “O—oh… I understand,” she said. I was kind of surprised. She was taking it a lot better than I thought she would. Then again, you never know with the quiet, unfortunate-looking types. Maybe she had a Glock under that rank Yuri on Ice hoodie, I don’t know. In the interest of being nice, and avoiding being doxxed, I thought to ask if she wanted to hang out sometime. I didn’t intend to follow through, but it’s the thought that counts, right? “If you’d maybe want to—” “Just fuck?”  I looked back at her with genuine surprise. She looked at me like she wanted to be shot in the head. Her face turned so red that her blemishes blended in with the skin around them. I laughed, but I don’t think I pulled off the flirty mask this time.  I think she meant to ask a little more tactfully, maybe start a little lower and work her way up, but the horny little troll just barfed her horny little guts out in the middle of the hallway. Truthfully, I wasn’t even mad. It had been a long, long time since someone had been honest about wanting to ride one part of me or another from the start. “I-I’ll pay you…” That certainly didn’t make the situation any better for her. I steadied myself against the locker, my oxygen-deprived laughter progressing from a loud snicker into a wheeze. Millie looked like she was about to have a stroke. I felt bad, but how was I supposed to react? Ask me out, then ask to be fuck buddies, then move to straight-up solicitation? It was pathetic, but I almost admired her boldness.  “I—I have… u—um th—three th–th-thousand…” Karma got the best of me, and I choked on my own spit when I heard that number. I briefly considered that she might be bluffing, but why would she dig herself deeper here?  “W-what?” I asked, still catching my breath.  “I—I have three thousand,” she dug through her bag, and held out an envelope, “I can g-get more by F—Friday…” I cautiously took the envelope, not entirely sure it wasn’t going to give me anthrax or something. It was stuffed with hundred-dollar bills, almost beyond closing. I looked back up at her, utterly perplexed.   “H-how did you get this, like—” I started. “I draw,” she interrupted. “O—online. I—I draw.” Oh my god. This girl was trying to pay me for sex with yiff money. It was the most on-brand business transaction of her entire life.  Again, I had to admire her nerve. She had it in cash. Meaning that she knew I was going to shoot her down and had 30 Bennies on deck to change my mind. It was maybe the single ballsiest action I’ve ever seen out of another human being, and you know what? They don’t say fortune favors the bold for nothing.  Let’s be honest: this girl was one-thousand percent virgin. I figured I’d make her like cum twice, tell her she’s pretty and her vagina isn’t wrong, tastefully avoid the inevitable “I love you” conversation, snuggle up to her while she fell asleep, and bam!  Easiest three grand in the history of ho-dom.  Then my brain kicked in. “Wait… how old are you?” Millie looked like she’d been hoping I wouldn’t ask. I raised an eyebrow. “I—I’m 18 … today” she finally said. “I.D.,” I demanded, putting my hand out. Millie stood there for a second like her brain was lagging or something. Then she dug around in her purse and pulled out her driver’s license. I scanned it over a couple of times. I’ve used my share of fakes, and this one didn’t have any of the telltale signs. Besides, if you were gonna spring for a fake I.D., you wouldn’t go for one that you can’t even buy beer with, right? “Buying yourself a birthday present, dear Mildred?” I teased, turning the license over a few times, “Trying to shred the V-card before you get to college?” Millie looked away and started to hide her face, but her eyes caught something that surprised her. Mr. Ivan, the vice-principal, had stepped out of the nearby classroom, apparently taking his time to leave for the day. He looked at both of us, then the envelope in my hand, then the license in the other. He opened his mouth to say something. “If you don’t want me to call your husband, you’ll shut your mouth, forget you saw this, and get the fuck out of the building, Andrew,” I pulled out my phone, and started flipping through some pictures. He was gone before I even got to anything saucy.  “Wh— what was that?” Millie asked. “His husband has a little dick, and he’s a fucking size queen,” I answered, locking my phone and slipping it in my purse.  “W— why would you call—” her eyes widened in realization, “Oh.” “So, I’m not saying yes…” I began, flicking through the money again, “but if I did, what would be your plan?” “W—well… my parents are out of town for the week. T—they leave on Friday morning. Y—you could come that evening, and um… you know…” “I don’t know, Mildred. You haven’t told me,” “We could have sex?” “We could, yes. There are many types of sex. Which of the types are you requesting?” “W—well, you could fuck me… wherever… and um…” With each passing second, her face turned redder, and her neck seemed to grow shorter. By the time she finally got the last part out, she was slumped so low that her head was almost level with mine, eyes locked on the ground in front of her. “I—I want to—I’d like to give you a blowjob.” “So, you’re a bottom then?” I smirked. Millie shifted uncomfortably. “I—I’d like to try topping, but… I’m a little nervous. I’ve never had…um…sex before,” “I gathered that,” I giggled derisively, “Are you wanting to try toys, or just uh…?” “I-I’m actually X2Y… you know… intersex?” she said. “I know what X2Y means, Mildred.” I scoffed, slipped the money into my purse, and looked back up at her.  “Alright, here’s the deal. Three grand gets you one night.”  “Only one…?” She hesitated.  I reached up to stroke her cheek. “I promise it’ll be money well spent~”  She let out a sigh, and her cheek sort of… fell against my hand. I felt a little sorry for her. My girl was touch-starved in a very big way. Feeling generous, I gently guided her back to the locker and pushed my body up against hers. Her eyes started to droop a little when I put my ear to her chest, and she cautiously wrapped an arm around my back. “I have some rules though…okay?” I asked sweetly.   She nodded slowly. It was sort of cheating because she probably would’ve agreed to anything, at that point. “You pay for the night… so condoms, lube, food, whatever we need. Okay?” She nodded. “You get clean and shower up before I get there. I don’t play with stinky bits, so make yourself presentable, yeah? ” She nodded. I abruptly stopped touching her face and neck, and she opened her eyes to investigate. “Also, I’m not your fuck-slave. I’ll do the job you’re paying for, but if you start treating me like you own me? I’m out. Understand?” “O—Of course,” she answered. I nodded in approval and leaned in a little harder. I put my hand to her head, and gently guided her down, pushing myself up on my tiptoes. I could feel her heartbeat in her face, but I stopped a few inches away from her lips. “One last thing?”  “H—huh?” Why me? hmm?~” I knew the answer, of course. Read the first paragraph again. I’m god’s gift to sex drives. But I wanted to hear her say it out loud. Her flustered stuttering and crimson cheeks were becoming an acquired taste of mine. “I think about you all the time…I can’t stop,” she replied. “Eveeeer~?♪” I teased, inching closer. A sound not unlike a tea kettle whistling in the distance came out of her dry lips. I passed them, bringing my lips closer to her ear. My other hand meandered down towards her thigh. “Already practiced saying my name~?” I whispered enticingly.  Flustered, she opened her mouth to speak, and that’s when I pounced. God, she was so sweaty. I was disappointed that she didn’t cream herself. That’s kind of what I was going for. I think she nearly fainted when I rubbed the tip of my tongue around hers, though. After a few seconds, I pulled back and gave her another pat on the cheek. “See you Friday, Mildy,” Millie didn’t respond, still slumped against the locker. I have that effect on people.  .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. I stepped out of my uber, scrolling through my phone and ignoring the driver’s flirty goodbye. I slipped my overnight ho-ing bag over my shoulder and texted Millie while I walked to the door. She opened it just as I started typing.  God, she was such a simp.  She waved excitedly. I nodded, looking back at my phone. Once I got inside, she shut and locked the door.   “Thank you for coming,” she began, “can I get you anything to eat? O—or drink?” I ignored her for a bit, taking my sunglasses off to look around the house. Her place was pretty nice. Tiled entryway, huge living room, huge kitchen, a pretty intricate spiral staircase—it wasn’t a mansion, by any means, but her family obviously wasn’t hurting for money. “Water would be nice, thanks.” I slipped my sunglasses back on and pushed my sable tresses over the frames. Dismissively, I held my bag out. “Can you put this somewhere?” “O—of course. I’ll be right back,” she said, taking the bag and hurrying off somewhere.  As I meandered into the living room, I took in a bit more of the scenery. Black leather sofa, white fluffy carpet, bookshelf, TV, family pictures—I stopped at some of those, confused and laughing quietly to myself.   Millie’s dad could’ve been Captain America’s stunt double. Big green eyes, clear skin, excellent grooming,  gorgeous smile, biceps that could pop my head off like a champagne cork—let’s just say he was wearing cargo shorts, a popped collar, and socks with sandals in one of the pictures, and I’d probably still hit it. If I’m a 10, he would be like a 7½—maybe even an 8.  In contrast, Millie’s mom… let’s just say that Millie suddenly made perfect sense. The gaudy glasses, the frizzy hair, the terrible dye jobs— if you took every mean thing I said about Mildred so far and tripled it, you would get an accurate approximation of her mom.  I seated myself on the couch, still giggling a bit. Fishing through my purse, I pulled out a little tin and dumped a few pieces of gum into my hand. I tossed them into my mouth and chewed until my cheeks had a pleasant, minty tingle. You always want to make sure your breath is fresh before the ho-ing commences.   “I put your bag in my bedroom,” Millie began, then seemed to second guess herself, “but I can move it to the guest room if you like.” “Whatever. As long as you don’t wet the bed or anything,” I coldly droned back. Millie laughed nervously, shaking her head. “Nope… I also laundered the bedding this morning, so…” “Good girl,” I complimented, still not looking up, “sleeping in virgin fap sweat doesn’t agree with my skin.” “Y—you look beautiful…” She didn’t say it, so much as the words just fell out of her mouth. She didn’t even acknowledge the previous jab at her expense. A suppressed, cocky smile spread across my face when I looked up. She was right, but I also put the bare minimum of effort into getting ready that morning. I hadn’t even shaved downstairs in a few days. My hair was still a bit damp at the roots, and I hadn’t done my makeup beyond a little foundation, mascara, and powder. I just had a white T-shirt, and a bluish, plaid skirt, plus my sneakers and stockings. It was a cute outfit, sure, but not one you’d get complimented in unless you were hot already. To her credit, she looked like a solid 4½ now, which was about as much improvement as you could expect in a week. Her skin had cleared up a bit, her hair had a little more volume (and less frizz), and she’d swapped out one of those giant, gross hoodies for a giant, gross T-shirt. I figured I’d take what I could get. “I know, but thanks. You’re looking more human yourself, good job.” I put my shoe on the coffee table and pushed it away from the couch. With a disinterested look, I gestured to Millie, and then to the space that I’d cleared in front of me. Millie hesitated for just a second, then quickly moved into position, and kneeled as directed. “Just keep your teeth off it, okay?” I scoffed, uncrossing my legs. “Um…” “Lost your nerve, spode?” I asked, looking back at my phone.   “N—no, I want to, um… c—could I… kiss you… first?”  “Ugh, no. I don’t want your weird funyun breath in my face again.” I grimaced, with a mocking gag. I didn’t look up, but I could see her shoulders slump a little. “I—I’m sorry if I had bad breath on Monday, but um…that was after a whole day… and I wasn’t expecting… you know…” she stammered around my refusal for a moment, “…I brushed right before you got here…” I rolled my eyes and laid my phone at my side. She smiled, both nervous and expecting.  “Open your mouth,” I ordered, “Tongue out.” The look in her eyes showed hesitation that her body did not, as she immediately complied. I leaned forward, pinched her tongue between my finger and thumb, and spit my gum into her mouth. “Chew that for a minute, and I’ll think about it,” I smirked, picking my phone up and leaning back.  When I heard her start chewing, I couldn’t resist. I turned my back camera on to sneak a look but didn’t get what I expected. She wasn’t just chewing it—she was savoring it. Packing it into both cheeks, swishing it around her gumline, smashing it under her tongue and against the roof of her mouth—either she and spearmint had a history, or Millie was a bit more of a freak than I expected.  I hit record as I felt the warmth of blood rushing south, and the accompanying symptoms start to surface: a squishy, moist feeling down low, and the steadily increasing tightness of fabric just above. I quickly crossed my legs again, and luckily she didn’t open her eyes. It was like she was in a trance, sucking my spit out of a chewed up wad of gum. She looked almost euphoric.  I felt blood rush north to my face soon after, once I realized I’d been watching her chew gum for almost five minutes. I had gotten a little lost in it myself, squeezing my crossed thighs to get some stimulation.  Look, I’m kind of a whore, but I’m definitely a slut. I like people telling me that I’m hot and great at sex. I take it further than a lot of people, but that’s because I’m hotter and better at sex than most people. You do what you can get away with, and I can get away with quite a lot. If you don’t like that, you either have the opposite kink, or you’re lying.  I knew I could get away with spitting in her mouth, because she’s a desperate virgin, and I’m… well, I’m me. I got off on that. Does it make me a bad person? Yeah, and I’ve accepted that because I have better orgasms than you. Cumming hard enough will really change your perspective on a whole lot of things, actually. To see her swish a minty spit-sponge around her mouth like it was soaked in fine wine? That hit a button for me; one I didn’t really know I had before. I almost came just watching and humping my own thighs. If it wasn’t for the embarrassment of having to explain to Millie why I had a spontaneous orgasm not watching her chew gum, I probably would have.  “A-alright, Mildred. Make it quick,” I announced, “if that gum touches my mouth, I’m gonna be pissed. Got it?” “Thank you!” Millie bubbled up and climbed up next to me on the couch. Even with my threat, she seemed hesitant to spit the gum out and packed it away in her cheek or something.  I leaned my head over the back of the couch. Millie stood on her knees and leaned down over me.  Objectively, I’m going to say that she was awful at kissing. She’d obviously never done it before, and she was more interested in sticking her tongue as far into my mouth as possible than actually doing anything with it. The girl licked my molars at one point. What kind of freak does that?  I’m also going to tell you that I was dripping onto her parent’s couch after she was done. Why? Because she treated that kiss like it was a fucking heist. She kissed me like she was never going to kiss me again; like she wanted to burn my taste straight into her forever memories. I wasn’t a partner in that kiss, I was a venue; a vault full of loot carelessly left unguarded, and she grabbed everything she could carry.   I should mention, I’m a bit of a narcissist. I think that might have some relevance to the story. Because now, once the moment of hedonistic enjoyment at a virgin loser’s expense is over, I have to reconcile with the fact that the loser virgin almost made me cream myself with a terrible kiss. Gradually, my pride and shame overtook enjoyment as she pulled away.  I managed to put on my bored mask before she opened her eyes, but it felt unusually shaky. Looking at her blissful face—like the face she made chewing the gum turned up to 11—it was growing increasingly difficult to feign disinterest. That only fed my frustration. I was not getting turned on by this ugly little gremlin. I was turned on because she was so pathetic and malleable to me. I was turned on by her acknowledgment of my superiority. She’d be schlicking and fapping her little nerd brains out to this memory for the rest of her life.  “God, you suck at this…” I grimaced, rolling my eyes, “I hope your mouth is at least good for sucking dick, Mildy. ‘Cause like… clearly it’s not great for talking or kissing…” “Th—th-thank you for the kiss… sorry it was bad. I—It’s my first time…” she explained, climbing back down to her prepared place on the floor.  “I could tell…” I scoffed and sat up a little straighter.  I hoped I’d bought enough time with my performative bitchiness that my arousal wouldn’t show. Nope. I uncrossed my legs, and my wood put an unmistakable tent in my skirt. It’s the one time I envy XX girls. If they play it cool enough, they can more or less hide getting turned on until someone actually pets the kitty. Most of the time, at least. Not an option for me. Millie gasped softly, staring for a moment or two.   “Y—you’re already hard?” she asked, an accomplished smile spreading across her face. “I haven’t had a good blowie in a while, so I’m a little excited.” I huffed. I was trying to knock her back down a peg, but it didn’t seem to work. “Don’t disappoint me too much.” “I’ll do my best!” She beamed. “And don’t go poking your nasty fingernails inside anything, got it?” Millie smiled, lifted my skirt, and softly flipped it back; completely entranced.   Her eyes lit up. My panties were doing a poor job of containment, and my cock was stretching them in an enticingly obscene way. Millie’s eyes went a little wide as she released it from confinement, and gave it a few, tentative strokes. “It’s—so b-“—I smiled, knowing exactly what she was going to say, but anticipating it all the same—“beautiful.” That… wasn’t what I expected. Nice, I guess, but unexpected. Not to brag, but like I said up top: I’ve got a fat cock. Like, a tallboy knob. 6 inches long, and a liiiiiitle under 9 around. Not too long to go all the way in, but more than thick enough to really stretch ‘em out. Just like everything else about me—perfect.  (Actually? Bragging a little. Not sorry.) I was kind of expecting the usual, “are you sure this thing is for humans?” line. But beautiful? That was…new. I didn’t have much time to think about it, because once she put it in her mouth, my brain kind of shut off for a bit. Another surprise—she was pretty good. I exhaled softly as warmth enveloped the tip, and I sank back into the couch. She must have practiced, which made sense. Giving me a blowjob was the one thing she had been specific about wanting to do. It was the kind of head you could fall asleep to— in a good way, though. That ASMR succ. Millie’s frizzy hair sweetly tickled my thighs as she moved up and down. A curled tongue waved back and forth ever so slightly, lips applying the gentlest suction. The sounds of suckling, humming, and an occasional moan tied it all together in a perfect rhythm; a sweet symphony that drowned my senses. Truthfully, there was a big part of me that just wanted to let her work it. I wasn’t exactly lying when I said it had been a while since I’d gotten any good head. Most people’s jaws cramp up just getting around the thing. You try getting a coke can into your mouth without letting it touch your teeth. It’s harder than you would think. (Or maybe not, that doesn’t exactly sound easy now that I write it out.) Unfortunately, I was too petty not to attempt sabotage. Remembering that I was—in fact—being paid for this by a loser who couldn’t get any otherwise, I slowly slipped my legs over her shoulders and crossed one over the other. My off-hand crept slowly towards my crossed leg, eager to spring my little trap, and force her down. I didn’t get the chance though. Millie’s eyes darted over to my hand, and she said something like, “Oowykeepfohf?” Caught red-handed, I mumbled back, “Huh?” Millie tried again, but the results weren’t any better. On the third try, she pulled her lips off my meat and said, “Would you like a deepthroat, Mia?” Now I was curious and aroused in equal measure. Her head game couldn’t be that strong, could it? What kind of maniac practices deep throating before they've ever had sex? Her kinks so far were a neon sign that said, “I have low self-esteem.” She asked me if I wanted “a deepthroat”. She had anime sweatshirts for fuck’s sake. I decided to call the bluff. “Well…I wouldn’t be opposed.” Tossing my hair behind my shoulder, I scooted up to the edge of the couch, and helpfully pulled her hair back. “Just don’t barf on me, okay?” This is why I don't gamble. Millie smiled, put her lips back on it, and fucking swallowed me whole.  “Oh fuck—”  I locked my thighs around her head to stop her from coming back up. I was worried she’d make me bust in seconds if I let her throat it at her own pace, especially when I was this turned on. She didn’t seem to mind and kept working her tongue and throat despite her restraint. I managed to hold it together, but that was getting more difficult by the second.  “H-holy shit, aren’t you a virgin?” Millie nodded, with a nonchalant, “Mhm.” “H-have you ever given head before?”  She shook her head.  “Well, I hope you’re getting your money’s worth choking on it,” I taunted. She broke her gaze from mine and looked off to the side. It’s always cute when someone gets embarrassed by something you say after they’ve been sucking you off for a few minutes already.  I laughed, but the reality was that she wasn’t choking. Not even a gag or cough so far, and she’d been throating it for almost a minute. I rolled my hips around and squished her nose against the prickly regrowth of my pubic hair, but she still didn’t flinch. In fact, she moaned. I started to get pissed. Little slag thinks she’s hot shit? I had to teach her a lesson. “Alright, you thirsty simp … I’d normally charge you extra for this, but since you haven’t been completely worthless”—I unclenched my thighs and jumped to my feet—“I’m gonna take the reins from here.” I grabbed two handfuls of her greasy hair, yanked my dripping dick out of her mouth, and slammed it back in. I paused, then did it again. And again. And again.  After I got into a nice rhythm, I saw her hands come up out of the corner of my eye. I sneered, expecting to feel them pushing on my thighs and to hear a gag reach my ears. I gasped a little when she started softly caressing me instead; my round ass with one hand, and my swollen sack with the other.  Frustrated at her apparent competence, I put one of my shoes on the couch, and used the leverage to put a little more hip into my thrusts. She was still moaning, her stupid, blemished face twisting in ecstasy.   “Are you actually doing an ahegao face, you fucking weeb!?” I growled, slapping her face against my pubic bone. “G-god… y—— such a fuck—mbarrassment.” I leaned my body forward and pulled her face down into my crotch as hard as I could. I’m surprised it didn’t give her a fat lip, but I shouldn’t be—her thin little lips probably don’t have enough meat to swell, and her giant buck teeth were big enough to chew lumber.  … I’d never cum that hard in my life.  … I’m glad I had her face buried so she couldn’t see mine. I managed to growl something nasty instead of moaning, but that was only because my shame and disgust barely overpowered my pleasure. The one hope I had left was that she would choke on my load, and it’d come out her nose or something. Nope. I came even harder when the audible glug-glug-glug of her carefully paced guzzling was accompanied only by her hums of delight. That just twisted the knife. I kept her pressed against me long after she’d squeezed the final drops from my shaft, trying to steady my wobbly knees. Eventually, I pulled back and loosened my grip on her frizzy mop. Her lips shined with drool, which strung from my cock as she pulled away. Her cheap, clown-red, mom lipstick was smudged all around, including a particularly heavy transfer around my base. She looked up at me with her tongue out, showing off her completely empty mouth.  “I think I swallowed your gum…” she mumbled, her tongue still hanging out. I slumped back on the couch and tried to catch my breath. She scooted forward, and rested her cheek on my lap, sighing with contentment. The bitter and petty part of me tried to think of something snide to say, but her negative qualities were strangely hard to place all of the sudden—like she’d sucked the wickedness from my soul. I laid my head back and started to drift, absent-mindedly running my fingers through her hair. … “Would you like something to eat or drink while you rest up?” While I rest up? I fucked her face like a jackhammer, and she asked if I needed some rest? That brought a few negative qualities back to mind. “Look, I’m just resting for your benefit. When you want me to stuff another hole, you just let me know,” I said.  “O—oh, I should’ve known. I’m ready now,” she apologized. Truth be told, that was something of a lie, but I couldn’t let her know that. “Then get me hard and put the condom on, already. If you want me to blow your back out, the least you could do is take care of the prep work. God…” “Oh! Of course! I’m sorry, I’ll go get some…” I pulled out my phone while she ran off. She came back with a Nightmare Before Christmas bag (of-fucking-course) which was filled with a frankly hilarious number of smaller drawstring bags, all of which were labeled. Why the fuck did she have so many?  “S-sorry. I didn’t know if you had a preference, or what size you were…” Dork-ass set the sack full of neatly sorted raincoats on the coffee table. “…so I just bought a bunch.” “Kinda doesn’t matter. Rubbers are always tight on me, but thanks for trying, I guess,” I said, dismissively. Millie picked a larger one from one of the bags, grabbed a little bottle of lube from the side pocket, and knelt between my lazily spread knees.  “I’m sorry you have to wear one. My parents would freak out if I was on birth control,” she explained. “What would they do if they caught you getting face-fucked on their couch?” I sneered. “You don’t need birth control for that…” She delivered it deadpan, but I think she was trying to be funny. I thought it was funny, at least. I’m not sure though, because I didn’t look up from my phone. I tried to tell myself it was because I didn’t care, but I was honestly worried that the anticipation of feeling her mouth on my dick again would show in my face. Or the shame that came along with it.  God. I could never play truth or dare again. I’d have to spend the whole game doing dares. I’d be terrified at the possibility of being forced to tell a room full of people that the best head I ever got was from Mildy-fucking-Cheese. And it wasn’t even close.  A more intimate sigh of pleasure escaped me when I felt her lips this time, and my cheeks started to burn. I flipped my skirt down over her head to make sure she wouldn’t see. I kind of like that look anyway, so it was a win-win. She didn’t react in the slightest. It didn’t take long for me to get hard once she started, but it felt so good that I considered asking her not to stop—Immediately kicked myself for that.  She gently stroked a dollop of lube on my shaft and put a few drops in the condom before she rolled it down. It was a little tight around my wide base, but her careful prep paid off. As she applied the lube to the outside, the friction of her strokes made my breath catch.  “All done, Miss Kamiya!” She gave a small bow like she was in a maid cafe or something.  “Took you fucking long enough…” I groaned, cringing a little. As I started to stand up, she jumped back out of my way and stood patiently, albeit with an eager bounce. Guiding her by the shoulder, I brought her to the arm of the couch and bent her over it. I rolled my eyes and pulled her granny skirt to her ankles. I raised my eyebrows a little. Where I expected to find some hand-me-down panties to match her period-accurate suffragette skirt, there were instead a pair of spats— like, compression shorts. After a few seconds, she looked cautiously over her shoulder and asked, “Is everything okay?” “Did you piss yourself or something?” I poked her weird choice of undergarment, which squished and briefly stuck to her skin—very damp.  “S-sorry… um… I…” “Spit it out, drippy. I don’t do pee stuff,” I exhaled, frustrated and impatient. “Nono… I just… I get really wet, especially when I’m trying to keep my cock soft. It’s not anything gross…” “Speak for yourself…” I grimaced briefly, but was immediately distracted by my next thought, “…why are you trying to keep your cock soft while you’re fucking, you weirdo?” “It just gets in the way… and things get a little messy,”  “This ain’t messy to you?” “I-It usually doesn’t get that bad, but I um… I really liked going down on you. Sorry,”  I couldn’t help but smile a little at that. ‘That’s right, bitch. At least you know a perfect 10 when you see one,’ I thought to myself. “You got this wet and kept your dick soft? Bullshit,” I laughed, shaking my head. “It’s true, though!” she protested, pushing herself up to look back at me, “I’ve just had a lot of practice.” “Look, I’m sure you have tons of practice with soft dick, sweetie, but I’m not touching those…” I scowled, leaning away, “pull 'em down, and show me what I’m gonna be working with. If I don’t feel too barfy after, maaaaybe I’ll touch it.” Millie looked a little miffed but listened. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband, dropped them down around her thighs, and leaned back over the arm for my inspection. My eyebrows and jaw both dropped a little bit in surprise. Millie’s cock, tucked between her legs, slowly parted from her slick cunt as she bent over. It made a sound like a post-it peeling off the wall, and her juices strung between the X and Y bits as they parted. I grabbed it almost reflexively, which made her squeal and shiver.  I ran my other hand along her pussy, still in disbelief. Millie buried her face in one of the couch cushions to muffle herself as she drooled a few drops of clear, viscous liquid from both her genitalia.  She was telling the truth, though. Her pussy was slavering, but her cock was completely soft… and bigger than I expected. Like… as long as mine was when it was hard, though not even half as thick. Aside from being extra squishy, she was pretty much clean. No discharge, and no offensive odor or anything.   “D-do you want me to go wash up?” She hesitated. “No, I believe you,” I laughed, somewhat enjoying the feedback I got from teasing her.  She groaned, squealed, and gasped as I played, pinpointing her sweet spots, and avoiding spending too much time on them. I was a bit fascinated at how much she leaked without getting hard. I don’t know how long I prodded and stroked, but she finally spoke up. “Mia—Miss Kamiya, I mean… c-can we move this somewhere else?” “Oh? Not enjoying yourself, Mildred?” “No, that’s— aaahh—not the problem. I—If we make a mess on this couch, my parents are going to know…” “If we make a mess, dear?” “If I make a mess… s-sorry…” “Oh, what are you worried about? You haven’t even gotten hard yet. You take pills for this or something?” I taunted, sliding a hand up to grope her ass.  “N-No… I—It’s just starting to ache… I don’t think I can keep it soft for much longer if you…” “Aww, little Millie’s balls getting blue? Well, wherever they are… nothing swinging down here. Just a slimy little pussy, and a big floppy cock.” “P-please, Miss Kamiya… I can’t take it anymore…” “Aww… don’t you want me to fuck your little pussy?” “YES—u-um… I mean… yes… I ju-“ “If I lose this wood dealing with your bullshit, I’m not waiting for you to put the rubber on again, and I’m not barebacking you either.” “I want it. I’m sorry, Mia. Please fuck me,” I was getting a little more into it now that the freak had remembered her place. I leaned over and whispered, “If you can hold it in until I’m done with your nasty little slit, I’ll let you put that pencil dick inside me.” Millie’s eyes lit up, and she looked over her shoulder.  “I—inside?” “Whichever hole you want, Millie. Both of ‘em, even… if you can still get it up, of course,” Her eyes lit up as she nodded. “O-okay…” I stood back up, and licked my lips in anticipation, running my throbbing cock up and down her pussy. I’d been talking a lot of shit, but despite the rest of her hideous form, she was pretty appealing from the waist down. “W-will it hurt?” I stopped and looked back up at her.  “I-I can take it, but… um… am I going to tear? … I-I’ll be quiet, sorry…” I had stopped because her whining reminded me of my first time. Spoiler: it hurt. It burned like hell, I bled a lot, and the guy fucking me didn’t seem to notice or care. I tried to fake moans while I was holding back tears, and I acted like everything was fine afterward because he said I was good. Sure, I’m a bitch now, but I was a scared virgin once too. I felt just a hint of warmth in my black, frozen heart.   “I’ll go easy at first. Tell me if something doesn’t feel right,” I said. “N-no, I can take it. J-just do it however—“ I grabbed a handful of hair and hissed into her ear.    “I wasn’t asking. You will tell me if it hurts. You understand?” “Y-yesImsorryIwillIpromise.” I let go of her hair and gently patted her head. “Good girl. Now relax…have you ever put anything here before?” “N-no, I tried with my fingers a few times, but it just felt weird…”  “Fingering is only fun with friends, don’t you know that?” I laughed. “Please put it in…” I lined up my shot and gave it a tiny push. It slid in past my head with almost no resistance. Her breath caught in her throat, and she started to squirm. “You okay?” “O-oh my god, you’re huge… oh fuck…” “Does it h—” I began. “J-just… really intense…please don’t stop” When I pushed forward a little more, she threw her ass back and completely buried me inside. She made a sound somewhere between a moan and a scream. I’m not completely sure, because I made a similar sound as her pussy clamped down, and her spasming squeezed me from every side. I started to ask if she was okay but before I got a word out, she moaned, “Fuck me, please.”  I happily obliged. I beat that gangly little nerd’s pussy half to death. Do you know why? … Because it was amazing… … and that pissed me off so much.  She asked if she’d tear? She was so wet that I could’ve started with my fist. Her pussy stuttered like her nasally dweeb voice, spasming irregularly and squeezing me every time I moved.  I couldn’t stop my moans anymore. I screamed in my throat, dug my fingers into her hips, and smashed that peach into jelly. If you could hear the sound it made over our moaning, you might think I was being literal. Her juices were splashing as we collided, our thighs were coated with runoff, and every once in a while it would squirt out as our hips slapped together. This was the pussy Ben Shapiro has nightmares about.  “O-Oh my god I’m gonna cum… Mia, I’m gonna cum please don’t stop…” She didn’t have to worry about that. I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. Millie stuffed her face back in the pillow. I think she could’ve shattered glass with that scream. The geek’s legs were shaking so bad that she probably would have fallen off the couch entirely if my fingers weren’t white-knuckled around her skinny ass.  Once she started to cum and clamped down again, it was over. Not that I didn’t keep fighting it, but I felt like the little pig in the straw house at that point. Her pussy ripped every last drop out of me, and my level of compliance was a non-factor in the equation. By the time I managed to pull myself out, the condom looked like a small water balloon. It sloshed out with a small tug, the outside coated in her moisture.   Millie cooed in delight, her sweaty, reddened face resting softly on the cushion in blissful exhaustion. I squeezed her ass and gave her a quick slap across it. She squealed in delight but seemed too exhausted to do much else. Little did she know that I was only holding onto her ass because I wasn’t sure my legs were going to handle my weight on their own. I chanced it to take a step back, and survey the scene. As my eyes wandered further down, they nearly bugged out of my head. I stuttered out a reflexive, “Holy shit!” “W-what?” she hesitated, still resting her head on the couch. “N-nothing, just… just a bit of a mess…” I lied.  I didn’t want to say it. My cheeks burned red, with equal parts embarrassment and frustration as I started at the twitching monster between her knees. And I do mean between her knees literally. Mildy had a fucking cannon downstairs. I stared for a few more seconds, trying to keep my face neutral, walked over to the couch, and sat down. God, I actually crossed my legs like I could hide it at this point. “Th—that’s okay…W—wwwwas it… good for you?” “Pretty good. Like, for a virgin, at least. What about you?” “I’ve never cum like that before… I feel all squishy and tingly… y-you’re so good…” she gushed, her eyes lighting up when I looked down at her.  “I know. When you get your land legs back, would you get me something to drink? I worked up a sweat laying that pipe,”  She popped off the arm of the couch, and back to her feet with surprising enthusiasm.  “O-of course. I’ll be right back. Do you want water, or… I think we have some sodas and sparkling—” “Just water’s fine, thanks,” She turned to walk away, and I found myself staring at her deflating half-chub as soon as she wasn’t looking. I turned back to my phone and scrolled aimlessly, fuming.  Look, I’m not really familiar with inadequacy, because I’m the fucking best, alright? If you forgot, go read the first paragraph again.  I think you probably guessed, but I’m a bit of a size queen when it comes to my “assets”, and that little dweeb’s uncut donkey fuck-log mortified me.  How many times had she overheard me bragging in the halls, and just snickered to herself? I almost lost it thinking back to her calling mine “beautiful” earlier. Was this little bitch making fun of me!? “Beautiful!?” Yeah, and you have an “interesting” nose, you fucking harpie. Fuck you. … But you know what made it so much worse? Every time I thought about it, it heated me up. My cock bounced, and my pussy got a familiar itch I couldn’t quite scratch. I tried to put it out of my mind, but my body wouldn’t allow it. I was randy for the disgusting little goblin’s freakish moose cock, and it hit me like a recursive script loop. The hornier I got, the more embarrassed I got. The more embarrassed I got, the hornier I got.  I could find ways to make myself feel better about the earlier stuff. Of course, I liked her treating my spit like liquid gold. Of course, I liked her worshipping my cock with her mouth. Of course, I liked slamming her drooling pussy. I could make those about me. I liked them because she knew what the score was. Whatever bullshit I came up with, it was all about me stooping to grant favor to an unworthy, wretched mortal because their offering pleased me.  Her head game? Amazing, but I’m perfect. Pussy? She’s top 10%, but I’m top 1. No contest.  I couldn’t do that with this. I told myself that it was too big. That’s probably why she had to pay me. It was useless. If some crazy ho wanted something that big, they’d just buy two fisting gloves instead of one. It was uncut too, so “Mildy Cheese” was probably a more appropriate nickname than I thought. Ugh, so gross. …  That was the problem, though. I wanted it. I was the crazy ho. It was the first time in years that I had wanted something sexually other than food for my ever-growing ego. I felt like a grade-schooler that had just discovered crushes. I was angry that I couldn’t get it out of my mind. How dare she put butterflies in my stomach? I did my time already, you little creep! … No. I am Mia Marie Kamiya. I do not swoon. I do not pine. I do not humor this slow-burn bullshit. It is beneath me. I tell the pissants what I want, and they fall over themselves to give it to me. Millie played the secret chord, and the Goddess was pleased. She saw that it was good, and wished to partake.  I stood up, took a breath, and prowled towards the kitchen.  I was going to get that dick, and little Millie was going to revel in the privilege of serving me.

Chapter 3 - Zulette on Z'Ltar

Krat was High Emperor, Lord of the Universe, Imperial Leader, Ruler of Z'Ltar, Protector of the Imperium, and a succession of other titles that, if written out, would fill three pages of continuous text. In reality, he was a powerless figurehead, entrapped by squabbling bureaucrats in a rapidly decaying state apparatus. In these turbulent times he was lucky to avoid the significant probability of coup or assassination, but the decaying Imperial government and failing bureaucracy rendered his rule all but irrelevant. He was at an official state dinner, quite a boring affair, with some Senators and members of the Z'Ltar Domestic Industry Board when he received a neurosum from his Chief Political Advisor, Morphenius Kretlitz. Krat disliked and distrusted Kretlitz, but he shuddered to consider a life without him. He navigated the incredibly complex halls of Imperial power, building and breaking deals with Senators, domestic industrial corporations, I.T.S. representatives, military contractors, and the ever-present Z'Ltarian Priesthood of the High Temple. He maintained the extensive intelligence and security apparatus of the I.S.A., defusing coups and assassination attempts and ever protecting the Emperor. As the supposed Supreme Leader of humanity, Krat was bitter that so many of his powers and responsibilities were delegated to the Chief Advisor, but he understood the grim reality of the alternative. Krat excused himself from the Senator he was conversing with--about some economic matter that disinterested him--and walked to the Great Hall to receive the Chief Advisor. Just as he sat upon the Transoctium throne, the far door slid open and Kretlitz strode into the room. "Sire!" he said, "the girl has awoken from stasis." Zulette, the brave survivor of the press gangs, who used her ingenuity and courage to escape the brutal fate imposed by Ortaya Starlines--her face was already on nearly every HoloNetwork on Z'Ltar and the neighboring core worlds. Unbeknownst to the Emperor, Kretlitz had used his considerable connections in the mass media to promote this story. Now the impressment of stimsources was a widely discussed issue, and anger at not only Ortaya Starlines, but its parent corporation Transtellar Capital, and even the Guild as a whole, was at an all-time high. "Well?" said the Emperor. "What shall we do about this girl, who is she called? Zulette?" The Chief Advisor responded "Yes, your Imperial Majesty. Considering the public reaction, we should immediately respond to the crisis. I propose firstly, that we set up a series of interviews with Zulette on the major holonetworks, and secondly, that you have a personal audience with her, in your capacity as Emperor." Krat considered this. "Yes, this seems reasonable. I suppose that a personal audience seems in order. But Kretilitz," he added, addressing his Chief Advisor by name rather than title as he was prone to do, "what of this, uh . . . what do they call it?" "Impressment, Sire," interjected Kretlitz. "Ah yes, impressment," said Krat, "the public seems generally incensed by it. But moving against the guild now . . . would that not be a danger to my power in the Empire?" Kretlitz trembled slightly, as he prepared to propose to the Emperor an action that was central to his plans of Galactic domination. "Well, your Majesty," he said, "the public is incredibly angry at the Trade Guild for its role in the recent . . . events. As such, failing to contain the Guild will be seen not only as a failure to protect Imperial subjects from the press gangs, but also a submission of your authority to such nefarious interests. If you wish to maintain not only your popularity, but also your political power, I believe that a move against the Guild will be essential." The Emperor considered this for a moment, and asked, "Well, how do you propose responding to the Guild?" Kretlitz responded, "Myself and a number of members of the I.S.A. are developing a comprehensive scheme to contain the Guild's power, which I shall submit to you shortly." The Emperor thanked Kretlitz, dismissed him from the Great Hall and attended to other matters of importance. ----------------------------------------- Kretlitz entered the small council chamber, deep in the recesses of the Imperial Palace, where he arranged a meeting between a number of significant political and business figures. Among the twenty attendes was Maroh Talensis, the C.E.O. of A-Io Corporation, one of the largest contractors for the I.T.S. system, Faretz Triton, C.F.O. of A-Io, Olivaw Jix, C.E.O. of Quintech, A-Io's main competitor for I.T.S. contracts, and Xil Ziltso, one of the Senatorial representatives of the Military Industries Board. Completed, as they were, by Kretlitz, whom many considered the true leader of the Imperial government, these 21 men were perhaps the most powerful few among the dozens of quadrillions of Imperial subjects. They were discussing Zulette. "The stimsource plan is working," said Kretlitz to the group, "and the public is buying the media's relentless propaganda effort against the Guild. We are in a position where a significant move against the Guild's power will be strategically favorable." "And war?" asked Ziltso. "Your guarantee was that the containment of Guild power would lead to military buildup. If this only benefits the I.T.S., I don't see why the M.I.B. should continue its support." Kretlitz considered his response. "I have already explained to you, Ziltso, that military action is a necessity. There is no hope of enforcing mercantilist laws and instituting the tariff program without inciting a conflict with Guild worlds. Military budgets will increase at least 25%--that much is a certainity." He shifted his demeanor, and adopted a stance in the center of the room, addressing the whole group. "As you are aware, we will announce a full enforcement of mercantilist trade policies, namely that a certain proportion of Guild exports be into the I.T.S. system, as well as an expansion on Guild tariffs, particularly intra-hub tariffs, to defend the I.T.S. expansion. The ensuing conflict will generate high revenue for the M.I.B., which will support the plan on that point. The restructuring of Imperial power will not only defend ongoing I.T.S. contractual arrangements in these financially turbulent times, but also promote expansion of the I.T.S., crush Guild competition, and promote the interests of the M.I.B. The only issue I foresee is the Imperial Senate, which will significantly resist these efforts." ---------------------------- Zulette awoke from the cryopod, not aboard the small Ortaya trade ship as she expected, but instead in some Imperial chamber, surrounded by dozens of reporters and journalists, flashing holosclips and inundating her with questions. She raised her groggy head, after twelve years of shiptime stasis, and peered outside the panoramic window that lined the thousandth floor of the Imperial Constabulary in Eldranus Sector. She realized that she was on Z'Ltar, center of the Empire, the thousand-layered city at the core of Imperial administration. She saw the bottomless abyss of metallic buildings, adorned with crowded holoprojectors and threaded by walkways, VacTrain tubes and hovering drones. She had finished her voyage. For the next month she travelled around the capital, attending a number of interviews on the HoloNet with celebrities and political figures. The story of the courageous Provincial girl who used her cunning wit to escape the brutality of the press gangs had inspired the populace, and as she described her experience she was met with angry calls against Ortaya Starlines and the Guild for allowing this travesty to happen. She met Senators who promised to crackdown on illegal impressment of stimsources, and even gave speeches before crowds in the Capital about the inhumanity of the Guild, and its violation of Imperial subjects. Aside from the Emperor himself, she was the most famous person on Z'Ltar. After two months of her "victory tour," she was invited to perform the customary Prayer to Ai'i before the HoloNet, a tradition that many popular celebrities and politicians partook in. The performance of the Prayer generally cemented oneself as a strong adherent of the High Temple's faith, a necessity for maintaining a strong public persona. Zulette had, of course, known this, having watched the Prayer being performed on the HoloNet in the past, and she dreaded the prospect for the two months she had been on the planet. She had, by necessity, performed the Prayer on a weekly basis during her life on K'Telak, but she deviated from the actual custom by allowing herself to experience satisfaction. Performing it before a watchful audience, and in attendance of the Priests themselves, would be a different matter. 375 trillion people were watching the holostream when Zulette entered the sacred chamber and undressed herself. Beside her were two High Priests, who handed her the ceremonial container of the Temple's tools and stepped back behind the prayer mat. She removed a vibrating device from the box and pressed it softly against her inner thigh, slowly moving it towards her core, until it touched her clitoris. She moaned a sigh of pleasure as she felt waves of sensation through her body. She teased herself with the vibrator, bringing herself to the very brink of orgasm, but retreating before she reached satisfaction. Her cheeks flushed, and she started sweating, as the incredible arousal--with no relief--became too much to bear. According to custom, after applying this device, she reached into the box and removed a moist, tongue shaped thing, which she pressed against her vagina. She felt the tongue slip into her vaginal opening, and play at the edges of her labia, and she felt other tingling sensations of pleasure. She could control the device by squeezing the tip to change to level of pressure, and she carefully adjusted it to prevent herself from reaching orgasm. Her eyes watered as she tried desperately to deny herself in accordance with the High Custom. She wasn't being scanned by computer like she was on the ship, but she was being watched carefully by the High Priests, who could always tell if one had reached orgasm. She was leaking into the prayer mat, and begging for the time to elapse so she could escape the edging. She accidentally pushed the vibrstor into herself too hard, and began to feel the familiar feeling of orgasm coming on. She immediately withdrew it, but it was too late, she had gone beyond the point of no return. She felt her whole body shaking as the wave of pleasure washed over her. She desperately tried to conceal it, but she knew the Priests could tell. One of them eyed her suspiciously, and exchanged a knowing glance. They knew she had cum, but they wouldn't reveal it--it would destroy her reputation in the eyes of the public. Once the time elapsed, she left the chamber, but before she could leave, one of the priests--the one who had exchanged the glance--pulled her to the side of the room. As the broadcast finished, he pulled her into a small side-room that adjoined the Temple's chamber. "I have something to tell you," he said. "The Empire is falling."

Chapter 1 - Shanghaied and Edged

Zulette was the cause of an interstellar war. She was also a young graduate student attending the High Temple's prestigious Alzar University on K'Telak. At just eighteen years old, she was among the youngest students at the University, a veritable genius and renowned scholar. She attracted attention three years before for her remarkable theoretical work on alterspace field topology, which brought her to the attention of the High Temple's most well-known research university outside Z'ltar. She had lived her whole life on the major Provincial capital of K'Telak, a planet of over 10 trillion people. At that time, K'Telak was crawling with crimps and press gangs, who kidnapped people to be stimsources on the big tradeships. Since the High Temple's inception during the dawn of the Imperium, religious regulations and law were enforced on the major merchant groups and starlines. When a ship passes into the many-dimensioned void of alterspace, it must be encased in a protective quantum field, lest it dissolve into a molecular dust. These fields are notoriously unstable, and onboard computers must execute numerous operations per second to calculate their configuration and project a bubble of normalspace around the ship. Oftentimes calculational errors or field anomalies cause a "cascade bubble collapse," meaning the destruction of the ship.  The High Temple presented this technical difficulty as part of the broader conflict between Korgoth and Ai'i. The void of alterspace was Korgoth, a hostile entity trying to disrupt physical matter and pull it into equilibrium. Survival in alterspace was a constant battle against Korgoth, using the vital principle of Ai'i to constantly protect the starship. The High Temple, first under Great Priest Erzalom in 24,332 A.D., mandated that starships provide a spiritual "power source," or sacrifice to Ai'i, to defend against the forces of Korgoth. This "stimsource" would be stimulated to continuously produce "vital energy" to protect the ship and reinforce its quantum field. The stimsources, according to Temple doctrine, were to be edged to the very brink of orgasm, to produce maximal sexual arousal, for the duration of the interstellar voyage, in order to produce the vital sexual energies needed to protect the ship. If the stimsource experienced the satisfaction of orgasm or even a single break from constant sexual stimulation, the High Temple believed that Korgoth would prevail and the quantum cocoon would collapse. Despite considerable financial award, because so few people were willing to spend years enduring the sexual torture of edging and denial, stimsources were hard to find. As such, starships would often contract "crimps," or "press gangs," to kidnap people and forge their contracts with the starlines as stimsources. They would then be forced into service for the duration of the journey. Because of the nonlinear temporal nature of alterspace, decades might pass in shipboard time for only a few years of standard time, and thus crews were usually in suspended animation or cryosleep for the duration of the voyage. These stimsources would have to endure years of being sexually edged according to Temple and guild law. Zulette only begrudgingly attended Temple services, personally rejecting the faith and its belief system. She dreaded the weekly "prayers to Ai'i," where she was supposed to build vital energy, by edging herself to the brink of orgasm with the Temple tools. She frequently violated Temple principles and came during these sessions. She was a very sexual person, and needed to masturbate frequently to relieve her sexual urges. She couldn't bear the restriction on orgasms that every practicing Temple member was supposed to adhere to. One day, while walking from the hoverstation to her research office at the University, she was approached by planetary police officials, who demanded to see official permits allowing her on University property. When she demonstrated her holoID, they claimed it a forgery and led her to the local police station. Unbeknownst to her at the time, these were not official police forces, but rather were impersonating police. In fact, they were part of a widely feared and infamous press gang, the Ring of Seven, that operated on the planet in a variety of different guises. They had been contracted by Ortaya starlines to find a high-value stimsource (greater sexual arousal generally implied more effectiveness under Temple law as a stimsource), and thus they chose her. They led her into a hoverdrone, sped halfway across the planet in a matter of minutes, and landed in an industrial district near the space elevator that led to the orbital starport.  She was asking where they were taking her, or why they thought her ID was fake, but the "police" wouldn't respond. Within a few minutes she had a realization, and she felt a sudden feeling in the pit of her stomach. This couldn't be happening. These are crimp gangs. She'd heard the horror stories about the crimps, and this was how they procured their victims, by impersonating police officers and the like. Unthinkable things floated through her mind, about the victims of the crimps, and she shuddered.  They landed near an abandoned warehouse close to the starport's surface center. The crimps handed her off to the crew of an orbiting starship, the I.T.S. Betelgeuse, a small vessel carrying superconductors to Z'ltar. The crew member in the warehouse activated a neural de-stimulator, and she quickly passed out. When she came to, she was lying on a small plastifoam bed in a cramped room filled with electronics and holographic displays. She heard the sound of distant machinery and, her heart beating heavily, surmised the truth of her fate. She had been crimped! She was on the Betelgeuse right now, and it was about to leave orbit! A security bot entered the room and told her to follow it. She tried to cry out but realized that an invisible force-bonder prevented her from speaking. She was led down a seemingly endless corridor, and then into a small room. Her mind was swimming and she felt snakes in the pit of her stomach, a mix of apprehension and some level of . . . arousal. They entered the room, and she saw a device on the floor with a digital interface. She felt her heart sink into her stomach as she recognized it. The dreaded edging device. She remembered reading about the victims of the press gangs, stimsources who were gibbering mental wrecks after years of intense torment. How could this be happening to her? The support bot told her to remove her undergarments and position herself atop the device. She did as it ordered. It said : "Thank you for volunteering to be an unpaid stimsource for Ortaya Starlines. Here are your documents demonstrating that you volunteered. Remember that, once this contract has been signed, the stimsource cannot under any circumstances fail to perform their duty. Our journey to the capital of Z'ltar will last three years standard time, and twelve years shiptime. You will be sexually edged continuously for the duration of the voyage, to produce vital sexual energy to protect the ship in accordance with Temple law. Unfortunately, while the crew will be in cryosleep, you will be conscious for the duration of the voyage. Biological and neurological implants have been placed in you, so that you need neither sleep nor nutrition, and you can experience even more heightened arousal." The bot left, and she tried to cry out, but her voice wouldn't budge. She saw the hallway darken, and the computer announced the countdown to alterspace transition. She was tied and bound to the device by the unbreakable force-bonds, and despite her incredible struggling she couldn't move a millimeter. After the transition to alterspace happened, the edging started. She felt the stimulator begin to vibrate, producing a pleasurable feeling in her thighs and . . . down there. As this stimulation increased, the pleasurable sensation built up. Then, she felt another component of the device press against her bare vulva. She felt it brush up against her clitoris, and emitted a moan of pleasure. The biological implants must have sexually stimulated her, because she felt the most aroused she had ever felt in her life. Sexual thoughts rushed through her mind and she felt an incredible desire to cum. The component started vibrating too, against her exposed clit. She felt waves of pleasure emanating from her clitoris and from deeper in her vagina. She was incredibly close to orgasm . . .  The device tested her, saw how close it could bring her to the edge without bringing her over. Her arousal was measured and sent to a computer program that modified the vibrations accordingly, to keep her right at the edge. It teased her closer and closer to the brink, and before long she was leaking juices onto the floor and her eyes were watering from pleasure and denial. Whenever she felt like she was about to orgasm, the vibrations against her genitals changed slightly and she experienced an entirely new sensation. After just fifteen minutes of this she was already shaking and mentally broken. It was the most pleasure she had ever felt and the worst torture she had ever experienced. By now, the program stabilized, and the computer provided just the right amount of pressure and vibration to keep her microns away from orgasm. She felt a continuous feeling of being just about to cum, and now the juices were pouring from her vagina. She writhed in pleasure and agony. It was the most intense physical experience she had ever felt. It had been twenty minutes. She was supposed to survive twelve years.

Chapter 6 - Visitors

﴾ Content: 18+, analingus/rimjob, big dick, breathplay, bullying, cum in mouth, cum swallow, excessive cum, girls with dicks, multiple orgasms, oral sex [fellatio], rough sex, teasing ﴿ Mirrors: Blogger⌁⌁Google Docs⌁⌁Reddit Embarrassment—or rather, utter mortification was a relatively new emotional state for me at the time, and it certainly wasn’t because I avoided potentially sticky and embarrassing situations. Hoeing comes with a number of occupational hazards, societal shaming chief among them, but you’ll sooner drown a fish than shame Mia Marie Kamiya out of grabbing the bag. So, it wasn’t just that Millie’s load strung off my face like melted cheese in a Pizza Hut commercial. It wasn’t just that it sloshed audibly in my cheeks when I turned my head to look at the intruder. It wasn’t even that I’d been caught literally begging to be painted in the most embarrassing possible way. As far as first impressions go, I figured this had to be about as bad as you could get. While the number of people whose opinions I give a fuck about is a very short list, Millie’s family had found their way into that rather exclusive group. With my eyelashes thoroughly glazed, I couldn’t make out much detail from the figure at the top of the stairs. The laugh seemed to suggest sibling rather than parent, which was a bit of a relief. Then again, thinking of my family, that might be something of a double-edged sword. Hopefully, Millie’s family was slightly more functional than mine. “Lizzie!?” Millie cried out, pulling the blanket up to cover both of us. “Honestly, I was sure I was going to find you jacking it at your computer again…” Lizzie laughed as I heard her feet thumping down the stairs, “…but this is way better. Did you and one of your little nerd friends finally shred the V cards?” “G—GET OUT, LI—LIZZIE!” “Fuckin’ hell… you really painted her. I can’t even tell who that is. But if I had to guess… my money’s on…” Lizzie paused to consider, “…Polly? No, wait! Jamie?” “I SAID G—GET OUT!” “C’mon, Miwwie,” Lizzie snickered, “Ain’tcha gonna introduce me? Maybe we can share~” The crashing of several heavy objects served as Millie’s answer as she pitched everything she could find at her mischievous sister. A sewing machine cover. A tray table. A bishoujo statue. But it was one of my shoes that seemed to finally find its mark. “Ow! Jesus, you fucking gorilla! I was just joking!” Lizzie called back, her voice accompanied by the thud of her retreating up the stairs, “We’ll be in the living room when you’re done being a drip.” “W—w—we!?” Millie stammered, slightly panicked. “Just me and Brie, relax. Mom and Dad are still gone—Oh, and my girlfriend, I guess. A pipe burst at our apartment. Mom said we could crash here for a few days,” Lizzie paused for Millie to say something, but when she didn’t respond, Lizzie just moved on, “We ordered dinner if you’re hungry. Brie already went to bed, so we’ve got extra food for your uh… guest…?” “Ok—k—…kay,” Millie nodded, her cheeks still pink, “Thank y—…you.” “Okay… snrk…” She snorted with barely contained laughter, “You and your li’l toaster strudel might wanna hit the showers before you come up, though.” “I’m s—so sorr—y—y…” Millie apologized, barely above a whisper as Lizzie’s footsteps disappeared from the stairway, “I swear I—I d—idn’t kn—ow—ow they w—were coming…” I tilted my head back to send the sticky wad down the hatch, but it was definitely a mistake to swallow it all at once. I felt my esophagus painfully stretch to accommodate the oversized load as it rolled slowly toward my stomach. Millie’s posture shifted slightly, and she tried to hide her wilting erection’s noticeable hop at the strained quartet of gulps it took to clear my mouth. “It’s… fine,” I croaked, patting my chest a little to coax it down. “O—…oh,” Millie paused, a little lost, “I um… guess—… I thought y—you’d be a little more… u—upset.” “Me too. M’not though…” I shrugged, “Maybe I burned up all my energy throwing that little hissy fit earlier.” I winked and stuck my tongue out at her, but my little flirt got a response that I didn’t expect—an awkward silence and a long stare at the floor. “So… um—… does th—that mean…?” Millie began. I tilted my head. “Well… I mean… do y—ou want to um… try? Like… us?” “Oh…” Now it was my turn to stare at the floor. I felt like the rope in a particularly personal tug of war, from an emotional standpoint. My heart wanted this, my libido wanted that, my ego wanted yet another, and my head was doing a poor job of brokering any sort of peace between them. The absurdities inherent in our… situation were not lost on me either. What started as a transactional bit of casual fucking had somehow morphed into a far more intimate situation, and that left some big questions unanswered. For example, I knew every fun little sweet spot on that titanic cock, but I did not know what her favorite food was. Or even what she did for fun. There was a near-one hundred percent chance that this was going to end in disaster. Saying yes would be utterly insane. “I mean… I’m telling you that I’m bad partner material…” Millie had that kicked puppy look on her face again as I trailed off. I cleared my throat, inadvertently filling my mouth with her taste again. God, the sex was so good. Was that all this was? Libido leading the heart astray? That wasn’t normally a problem for me, but maybe the dick was just too good this time. There’s… only one way to find out though… right? “…Just don’t say I didn’t warn you, okay?” I conceded. Millie gave it her best attempt at playing cool, but the ruse was somewhat undercut by her excitedly vibrating form. Nonetheless, she managed to contain her outburst to a single bounce and a soft, “yay!” In her giddiness, she hugged me briefly, forgetting that I was still painted with her load. We both grimaced as the air-chilled, half-dry jism squished between our bodies. “Sh—…shower?” She suggested. “Shower…” I replied. Millie lifted me up and started toward the bathroom. “We like… need to talk though, okay?” I asserted, finding my confidence in that statement oddly shaky, “About like… how we’re doing this. Rules and stuff…” “Of c—course!” Millie smiled. “L—later though…” I clarified. God, I had lost count of how many times I had cum today. A dull soreness radiated from my bikini line to mid-thigh, each of my dual sexes aching with the strain of being near-constantly aroused for the past five hours or so. Millie helped me wash her cum out of my hair—which was much more of a process than I imply here, by the way. For the sake of narrative structure—and for no other reason—we’ll just gloss over that. Anyway—I figured the only way to come back from such an embarrassing first impression was to show up looking flawless the second time around. So I blow-dried my hair, tied it up in a cute bun, and gave myself a little glow-up with my cosmetics armory. “H—…” Millie started to say something but when her stutter kicked in, she just sort of let it go. “Hm?” I prodded, blending the blush on my cheeks. “How do y—…ou do that… so f—f—fast?” She finally asked, quieter than I had come to expect from her. “Lots of practice, I guess…” I shrugged, checking my work—flawless, as always. “Oh… of c—c—…course…” Millie responded flatly. I glanced at her in the mirror. She looked away a little too late, so I caught her staring. “Why?” I prodded again, finishing up. “Oh… I’m j—ust bad at it…” Millie laughed in a way that made me really sad, “I’ve n—never had smooth sk—kin before…” Have you ever stumbled into a conversation that ended up being a much bigger deal than you realized? Like, at first you just think they’re being weird, but then you realize that they’re trying to like… confide in you? And then you feel bad about how you answered? Feel kind of like a huge bitch? Me either. “I have some tones to match your complexion…” I hopped to the side and started digging through my cosmetics kit, motioning for her to stand in the light. “O—Oh… n—no don’t w—w—w” “I wasn’t asking, Millie,” I insisted, gesturing a little more emphatically. She didn’t argue the second time, “Alright, now hold still…” I sat on the vanity and went to work. … “Done,” I nodded as I slipped Millie’s glasses onto her face, “Whatcha think?” Millie didn’t say anything at first. She just kept touching her face and smiling in the mirror. After a moment or two I had to smack her hand away. “Hey! Quit touching it so much. It’ll smudge if you keep that up,” I scolded, stowing my supplies, “It’s not good for your skin, anyway.” “Sorry…” Millie apologized, but it didn’t dampen her smile. And sure… her skin looked smooth and even. Her stupid, pretty, green eyes looked even more vibrant. Her hair wasn’t so frizzy. But her giddy smile was what kept drawing my eye. “Oh. Hold on. I need to do your lips…” I puckered up my lips, signaling her to do the same. “Oh, o—o…kay…” Millie responded, presenting her lips as instructed. I stood up on my toes and pressed my lips to hers. Her eyes shot open in mild surprise before happily fluttering closed. The stamina in my one good ankle ran out in short order, so it wasn’t as passionate of a kiss as I’d have liked. Millie didn’t seem to mind though. We headed up the stairs as soon as we had dressed ourselves—or rather, Millie carried me up to save me the indignity of hopping up one stair at a time. Lizzie waved us over as we reached the top. The coffee table housed a few pizzas, a couple bottles of soda, and a basket of wings. I realized that I hadn’t eaten anything since this morning as my stomach began to growl. Well—solid food, anyway. “Help yourselves. Brie crashed in Mom & Dad’s room after we got here, so we’ve got extra,” “A—…are class—ses still uh… wearing h—er out?” Millie asked as we sat down. “Yeah. She just got through with her clinicals when that pipe burst, so she’s… pretty… beat…” Lizzie’s studded eyebrows climbed steadily as her gaze slowly shifted to me, “This… isn’t one of your nerd friends.” Millie smiled nervously. She shoved a slice of pizza into her face in an obvious attempt to avoid the questions that she knew were coming. Lizzie spun her snakebites with a sly grin as she stared down at me in the silence that followed. Lizzie looked a bit different without the extra protein in my eyes, unsurprisingly. For one, I noticed that her irises were the same green as Millie’s. She wore a more stylish pair of horn-rimmed glasses than her sister, which worked in concert with her many facial piercings to make them stand out a little more. Her hair was just past her shoulders, hanging straight, even, and shiny in the way that only heat and lots of product can deliver. The deep crimson color showed a more professional-looking dye-job than expected from the Cheese family so far. I saw Millie roll her eyes at the edge of my vision, chewing her mouthful of pizza as her eyes wandered around the table in front of her. “Aren’t you gonna introduce me?” Millie pretended not to hear her for a second but quickly chickened out in the uncomfortable silence. I interrupted before she could finish chewing. “I’m Mia,” I offered my hand with a practiced smile, “Nice to meet you.” “Lizzie. And likewise…” Lizzie took my hand and planted a brief kiss on it with a peculiar look on her face that lingered for far longer, “If I knew Millie had a hot date planned, I’d have sprung for something a little more festive…” “It’s totally fine. I’m starving…” “Aw, c’mon Mil. You can’t let your girl go hungry on the first date,” She teased, playfully chuckling. Millie turned pink and started to say something. “It’s not her fault, sweetie. Semi-solids just don’t linger on the stomach for long,” I gave her a sly smirk, “You know how it is.” Millie went into a mild coughing fit as she inhaled a bit of the pizza she was chewing, turning redder by the second. Lizzie just stared at me unblinking for a moment as she turned my words over a few times in her head. Then she reached for a slice herself, disengaging from the conversation at hand with a small laugh. At Lizzie’s direction, I helped myself to one of the sodas and prepared to go absolutely feral on the wings. That’s when I heard the click of heels behind me. And that, ladies and gents, is when things start to get weird. Well… weirder. I paid no attention as the unseen heels transitioned into relative silence when they reached the carpet. I didn’t even look behind as her shadow moved across the couch. I hunched over like a barbecue sauce-covered gremlin, peeling meat from the bone with surgical precision. I didn’t even turn an eye up as she walked around to the couch arm that Lizzie was sitting by. “Your drink, master…” a sweet voice quietly announced. “Thank you, Kitten. Will you join us for dinner?” Lizzie put on a bit of a strange voice as she answered. Sort of like if you were making fun of a British person, but couldn’t quite pull off the accent. I was glad I had my mouth full of chicken so I couldn’t say anything. “I would love to. I apologize for the less-than-elegant meal,” Lizzie’s girlfriend paused to curtsy. “The water damage ruined what I had cooked…” I snorted with barely-contained laughter. “You’re fine, dear. Have a seat…” Wow, this bitch was laying it on thick. I couldn’t resist looking at this point. When I glanced up, I saw exactly what I expected. Black stilettos. Fishnets. Vestigial apron over a lacey, black dress which was so short that the petticoat peeked out from beneath it. Black hair. Great body. Hell, her boobs barely even fit into that top. Wearing a sexy maid outfit to your partner’s parent’s house was a little shameless even for me, but I wasn’t going to make a thing out of it. She was trying a little too hard, so I figured this must be like… a lifestyle thing that they were trying out. Admittedly a little cringey, but to each their own. At least until she stood up from her bow, and I saw her face. “KIM!?” I screamed, surely spitting sauced-up chicken everywhere. The color drained from Kim’s face, and she broke character for the first time. She didn’t say anything, but her cute little maid pose had turned into a fight-or-flight stance. Millie and Lizzie looked between us, obviously waiting for one of us to elaborate. “You two uh… know each other?” Lizzie raised a studded eyebrow. Kim shook her head as her eyes pleaded with me. “She’s my sister, actually,” A joyless grin gradually replaced my shocked expression. That made Kim a little nervous. “Y’know… I thought you two looked kinda similar, but I wasn’t gonna be the white girl in the room,” Lizzie chuckled, obviously trying to de-escalate the mood. “Mia… c—can I um… speak to you?” Kim croaked, “In private?” “As much as I’m dying to hear this, I sprained my ankle clapping this nerd’s cheeks in the shower,” I shot back at a volume that made everyone uncomfortable, “So we’ll have to discuss the matter here.” Millie turned bright pink in the face, noticeable even through the blush I had applied to her cheeks. Lizzie took a big drag off of her vape pen and pretended she was somewhere else. I crossed my arms and growled. Kim stood there silently in her stupid little costume, doing her toes together and fidget routine before she finally looked back at me. Kim is my sister, as the astute may have gathered—well, technically my half-sister, I guess. We have different dads, but neither of them was super-present in our lives growing up. But that’s neither here nor there. She stayed out of trouble; she had perfect grades, perfect attendance, and never broke our parental curfew. More importantly, she always did what she was told, and only dated the most white-bread, mother-approved guys to ever walk the earth. Just long enough to hold hands and see a few movies for free, and then she’d split. Mom loved that. Never had to worry about her favorite child getting up to any hanky panky or whatever dusty 40+ hags call sex now. That might strike you as weird because—as the current situation illustrates—Kim’s fucking gay. I had been covering for her for the past two and a half years. Because she wasn’t out yet, and I most certainly was, thanks to her. Oh, and what were her first words to me upon being caught mid-femdom scene? “You’re not gonna tell mom, are you?” I would’ve slapped her across her stupid face, but violence hadn’t gotten me very far today. So I just stared at her instead. “M—… Maybe we should talk… later…” Kim conceded, somewhat defeated. “Good plan,” I tilted my head toward her and smiled sarcastically, “Calm down, you know I never talk to that bitch anyway.” “I won’t tell her either…” Kim clarified, sighing in relief. “First time for everything,” I spoke as softly as I could through my gritted teeth. Kim sat down and tried to make herself as small as possible, scooting as close to Lizzie—and as far away from me—as she could. “So uh… anyone want a drink?” Lizzie blurted out, mildly desperate to halt the encroaching silence. “Tequila,” I answered, barely giving Lizzie time to finish asking, “Lots of it.” Kim started to stand up, but Lizzie put a hand on her shoulder and then hopped to her feet. “Nah, I’ll get it, Kim. You want the usual?” “S—sure, but I can—” Kim clung to Lizzie’s arm as she stood, but Lizzie peeled her off and planted a kiss on her cheek. “No no, I insist. Just relax and eat,” Lizzie assured her, vanishing into the kitchen before Kim could mount a proper protest. We sat there awkwardly for precisely five seconds before Millie hopped to her feet with far less subtlety. “Where are you going?” I probed. “W—w… y’know…” Millie shrugged and fidgeted for a moment before finally spitting out, “B—bath… room?” And like that, she all-but-ran out of the room, which left Kim and me alone on the couch. The Cheese sisters weren’t the craftiest, but they were certainly more in sync than Kim and I were. I briefly considered hopping after Millie, but Kim started talking before I could decide. “Can we… not do this tonight?” She croaked out. Do you remember those things that I don’t handle gracefully? Like falling? You can comfortably add tears to that list as well. I’ve slept with people just because that was easier to deal with than watching them cry in front of me. There’s no block button IRL, you know? “Fine… okay?” I conceded, “Fine.” The silence that followed probably didn’t last nearly as long as it felt. “I’m sorry about Mom… and all that…” She blurted out. “I thought you said we weren’t going to do this tonight?” “Right… Okay…” This one felt exactly as long as it was. Kim, unable to endure the crushing silence, piped up again. “Can we talk about it later?” “Kim… what are you doing right now? I promise not to ruin your cosplay fuck-date,” I sat up and put a stern finger to her forehead, “But you’re not ruining my non-cosplay fuck-date either. I’m gonna get drunk, and I’m gonna get real slutty with my huge-dicked nerd girlfriend. And you’re gonna shut the hell up about it. Got it?” I turned away from her, crossed my arms, and flopped back against the couch. I thought that she would get the hint that the conversation was over, but I could tell from the little glint of light from her glasses that she was still looking at me. “What?” I threw my arms up, staring daggers. “Your… girlfriend?” Kim’s eyes lit up, “You have a girlfriend?” My face suddenly felt very hot as I processed what I had said. I crossed my arms a little tighter and slumped down a little further. “Kim…” I warned, glaring at her. “Right, okay! Um… I’m happy for you though. Is that okay to say?” “Whatever…” The genuine happiness in her voice boiled my blood. There were approximately two seconds of quiet before she started talking again. “So how did you guys meet!?” “Kim!” I raised my voice a little this time, and she seemed to get the picture. “Oh, okay. Right. Sorry…” She apologized, but that insufferably giddy smile didn’t falter in the slightest. Millie and Lizzie came back a few minutes later. The elder Cheese passed out the drinks, while the younger took her seat next to me. Millie took a big gulp out of what looked like an old movie theater cup as she sat down. “Tequila sour for the toaster strudel,” Lizzie chuckled, handing me a rather expertly mixed drink. “Fuzzy navel for the cute one,” She gave Kim a peck on the cheek, eliciting an embarrassed giggle in response. “And whiskey on the rocks for the barkeep…” She concluded, sinking into the couch. Normally, that ‘strudel’ crack would have warranted retaliation, but the expertly mixed drink was already bringing a pleasant heat to my face. “You might wanna take that slow, pint-size… it’s a little strong,” Lizzie warned and I promptly ignored it. Kim barely kept her mouth shut long enough for them to sit down before leaning over me to offer a hand to Millie. “Hi, I’m Kim—Mia’s sister,” Kim beamed. “Oh… h—…h—hi. Millie. L—…izzie’s sis—ster,” Millie shook Kim’s hand before I pushed her off me. “Kii—iimmmm…” I growled. “I’m sorry! I’m just excited…” She looked back at Millie, “She goes on dates all the time, but she hasn’t had like a real partner in forever! We’ve never done the whole double date thing before, and like… I know the circumstances are a little awkwar—” “KIM!” I seethed, but Kim seemed a little braver now that there were witnesses. “O—Oh…” Millie chuckled, unsure what else to say. “It’s nice to meet you!” Kim smiled, ignoring the murderous look in my eyes. Millie smiled and started to respond just as I downed my drink. “You wanna get me a refill, maid-chan?” I interrupted, passing the empty cup to Kim, “Thanks.” Kim gave me a side-eye but finally got the hint to tone it down a notch. Unfortunately, the fact that I got another cocktail was something I would come to regret. Cut to about an hour later. When all the alcohol hit me at once. We were about halfway through… some superhero movie? I don’t know, they all blend together. It had the Snakes on a Plane guy in it, I think. Eh, it doesn't matter. The glow of the TV screen bathed the couch in flickering, scattered illumination. I was snuggled up under Millie’s arm, clearly losing interest much faster than everyone else. So that left me both drunk and bored. The sum of those two parts is idle hands doing exactly what they’re said to do—devilish work. You can probably guess what drew the attention of my wandering digits. Millie’s eyes widened, a tiny “umph!” escaping her throat. She gave me a “what the fuck are you doing” look, pointing out the nearby company as subtly as she could manage with the amount of alcohol she had in her. With a grin like a naughty child, I snuggled up under her arm, massaging the very noticeable sausage roll running down the leg of her pajamas. “Oh… my… god,” I marveled, much louder than I realized at the time, “It’s not even hard yet!” Millie glanced between me and the other couple with a nervous laugh, clearly embarrassed. She gently grabbed my wrist and tried to nicely push it away. Unfortunately for her, I have two hands. “Like, seriously! Can you even wear shor—Oh~! Can you do that thing where you like… rip your panties just by popping a boner!?” I prattled and slurred on, slipping my other hand under hers to continue petting her. “Mia…” Millie’s body language could be used to define the word “conflicted” for non-native speakers. She was very clearly enjoying my shameless fascination with her monstrous endowment, but mortified by the fact that I was being loud enough to hear from the next room, “…y—you’re dr—unk.” “Lucky you!” I beamed, giving her meat a good squeeze, “I’m a very fun drunk…” “M—Mia, they’re r—right over th—th—ere… isn’t it a… little… weird…?” Millie argued, obviously straining to keep her beast asleep, “B—besides, this is a—… a pretty… good movie. You’d like it…” “Oh, maybe you’re right,” I turned to Lizzie and Kim, “Could you guys quit with the panty vibes and fingering? Millie thinks it’s weird, and she wants to watch the movie.” Kim’s jaw fell to the floor. Lizzie tried to pretend she didn’t hear me, but couldn’t control her nervous laughter. Not to mention they both turned a shade of pink that was visible even in the dim light. Millie seemed very confused for exactly 1.5 seconds before she had a moment of realization, followed by a thousand-yard stare in the general direction of the TV. “Thanks, guys! Hands above the blanket!” I scolded, wagging my finger at the other two, “Oh, and take the remote out of your pocket, please.” Lizzie and Kim, still too embarrassed at being caught and called out to offer a counter argument, begrudgingly complied. “There we go, Millie! No icky sex stuff to ruin Benedryl Cumuliform and the Himbo Battalion vs. Scroteface and His Bedazzled Glove,” I snuggled back up to her with a broad grin, and gave her a peck on the cheek, “Love youuu~” To her credit, Millie lasted longer than I thought she would. I felt her start fidgeting around fifteen seconds out, glancing at me every few seconds in hopes of catching my eye. I wasn’t going to make it that easy though. Drunk Mia is brattiness unchained. “M—… Maybe we c—c—ould…” She trailed off, finally cracking around the 1:03 mark. “Hmm?” I smiled up at her with practiced innocence. “W—well… I mean… If they were already… I don’t want to… um…” “Oh, I gotcha,” I nodded, looking at the other couple on the opposite side of the couch, “I’m sorry, guys! I misunderstood what Millie meant. You guys can keep doing your fuck things — That doesn’t bother us at all! We’re just gonna watch the movie, though. Sorry again for the mix-ups!” I settled back into my seat and snuggled up with Millie’s arm around me. I even looked up at her for approval, just to salt the wound. Okay, I admit that I was playing unnecessarily dirty. In my defense, that movie is like a week and a half long or something. I don’t understand how you’re supposed to watch it without a fuck break in the middle. “Well, I mean—… we could—… you know… touch… if you want,” “Nope! You said it was weird, Miwwie, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything…” I ‘assured’ her, snuggling back up, “Besides, this is getting good! I think Grimace’s Hot Dad is about to punch someone! Again!” I caught a glimpse of Lizzie’s face with a glance, and it was extremely apparent that everyone in the room knew exactly what I was doing—aside from Millie, of course. The elder sister just shook her head. Kim’s face was more like, “Just put the poor thing out of her misery already.” “I… I don’t th—ink it’s www-weird… I just… didn’t w—want to… to make anyone else—… but… um…” She paused, lowering her voice to a whisper, “I want you to…” “Huh? You’re gonna have to speak up, Millie. God, I love how this movie’s dialogue is so quiet and its punchy-boom sounds are so loud!” “I w—want you to…” “Want me to wha—Oh, shhh! Crisp Rat and Bendywho are talking…” “To um… touch it,” Millie whispered. “Touch what?” I asked, still pretending to be interested in the movie. “M—my… c—oc—ck,” “But you said it was weiiiiirrrrrrd~” “I’m sorry. P—please?. It’s not w-w-weird…” “You suuuuuuure?” I teased, twirling my index finger on the spot of precum on her pant leg. Millie’s face was starting to scrunch with effort as she turned a shade of pink that practically glowed in the dark. She swallowed hard and nodded slowly. I crawled into Millie’s lap and stared into those pretty green eyes that piss me off so much. With a giggle and smirk, I dragged the hem of my shirt up my body, slowing to a tantalizing crawl as I pulled it across my heavy breasts. I made sure to pull tight and lift ‘em high before they finally spilled out. “Prove it,” I sneered, seated with my legs spread to either side of her. Millie’s eyes took a rather… meandering path downward. The journey from eye contact to neckline went smoothly enough, but neckline to abdomen seemed to hit a roadblock—or perhaps two. The drop and jiggle routine seemed to captivate her even more than I’d expected. In fairness, the fountainheads of my lower back pain ensnared more than just Millie. With a cursory glance, I gave Lizzie a drunken blep to make it plain that I saw her staring. Millie finally got her eyes on the prize and reached down to touch my cock through the soft cotton panties that restrained it. I sighed in contentment as she gave the area an exploratory caress, egging her on. “Don’t be shyyyyy~” I teased, throwing my arms around the back of her neck, “C’mon, nerd. Jerk it like nobody’s home!” I would later realize two things that were very pertinent to the situation that followed. Firstly, Millie wasn’t drinking apple juice out of that fifty-something-ounce Star Wars cup. No, she had been throwing back a cocktail that was almost pure vodka, which she had refilled at least twice during the seven-hour nerd war currently occupying the screen. Secondly, Millie drank like a goddamn demon. She glanced once at our respective sisters with their hands drunkenly worming their ways under each other’s clothes and threw caution to the wind. An arm slipped past me as she grabbed for her drink—which was still nearly full, by the way—and brought it to her lips. She threw her head back and upturned it, downing the whole thing in what couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. That’s when I knew I was in trouble. Both of her arms slipped behind my back before I even realized what happened. “What the—!? Hey!” I wiggled and squirmed as much as my chemically diminished coordination would allow. She hugged me tight against her chest and just… stood up. Her cheek pressed against mine as she planted a few meandering kisses on my neck. I winced and playfully pushed her face away, leaning back as far as I could. By this point, you should know how well that worked. My feet waggled back and forth, suspended more than a foot off the ground. “Mia, you’re… soooooo… pretty! I wuvvvv youuuu~” God, she smelled like a fucking bar rag. Don’t forget, I was two or three tequila sours deep and her booze breath still singed my nose hairs. Her stutter seemed better, though. Given—she was talking a lot slower and slurring now. “Put me down and jerk my fuckin’ cock already, you fucking troll!“ I drunkenly yelled, continuing my bratty resistance. “I want a kiss,” Millie huffed, refusing to let me down. “Kiss my ass, you pizza-faced sasquatch!” Millie giggled drunkenly just long enough for me to realize my poor choice of words. “Don’t you da—yeeek!” Millie side-flipped me over her arm like a baton, pulling me back into her embrace, albeit rotated 180 degrees… vertically. My extra-baggy shirt fell over my head while I panicked. “Millie! P-put me down!” I screamed, clawing behind my back to try and grab onto her. She stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry at me. “I-I’m gonna fall!” I gave up on trying to grab onto Millie and just covered my face. “You’re not gonna fall. I’ve got you. See?” Millie lifted me even higher to prove her point. I shrieked like an extra in a Friday the 13th sequel. “Millie, if you drop me, I swear to god!” “I’m not going to drop you!” Millie snapped back with some annoyance, “I’ve still got to get my kiiiiiiissss~” “Wait! I—” My face screwed up as Millie’s tongue circled my puckered backdoor, making my terror-flaccid cock jump to life. She wrapped her long fingers around my cock and played me like a fucking slide whistle, her circles growing tighter with every second as she closed in on her prey. I tried to maintain a shred of my dignity by staying quiet, but the closer she got, the louder my moans became. By the time her tongue started massaging my little starfish—prodding it to twitch and dance, coaxing it to let her in—I could feel the wetness from my neglected pussy flowing around my taut nuts. “Mwah~!” Millie departed the crevice of my parted asscheeks, a string of spit briefly connecting her tongue and my twitching rosebud. I shrieked in distress as Millie flipped me right-side-up, and planted a kiss on the back of my neck as she set my feet on the floor. “You were twitching so much!” Millie put her head on my shoulder, and nuzzled against my cheek, “Did you enjoy the kiss~?” I hid my face in my hands and shook my head, trying to ignore how close I came to cumming from a lazy handjob and a tongue in my asshole. Kim pulled her lips off of the elder Cheese’s neck to snicker. I gave her the kind of glare that normally summons lightning bolts. She buttoned her lip but continued to snicker. “Something funny, kitten?” Lizzie asked, noticing the sudden divide in her partner’s attention. “Oh, nothing…” She switched to a drunken whisper that everyone in the room could still hear, “Mia’s just trying to pretend she isn’t the biggest butt slut of all time.” “Kim, what the fuck!?” My face started to burn again, the redness in my cheeks obvious even with my face covered. “What? Wait… are you embarrassed? Oh my god! This has never happened before! We shared a room until my freshman year, and you’re embarrassed about it now?” “Kim, I swear to god!” I warned, but it was plain to all present that my threat was empty. “Hmm…” Lizzie chuckled, slowly slipping Kim’s skirt and panties down to her knees. A moan forced her mouth agape as Lizzie squeezed her ass, “I wonder if it runs in the family?” My sister turned bright pink as her tatted-up girlfriend spread her ass east and west in full view of Millie and me. “O—Oh… p—please don’t spread me like that…” Kim’s voice came out meek and tiny, more felt than heard, “It’s embarrassing…” Lizzie growled in her throat as she put a slap across each of Kim’s smooth, round cheeks, making her little maid yip and squirm as the sharp pain became a dull heat. The red handprint on Kim’s ass held the imprint of the ring on Lizzie’s left hand, leaving a very noticeable pattern. “Do you remember the safe word?” Lizzie asked with a sickening sweetness in her voice. “Yes ma’am,” Kim replied. “Good girl…” Lizzie softly stroked her cheek with one hand and ran fingers through Kim’s hair with the other, giving her little maid a kiss that was straight-up pornographic. I saw Kim’s knees start to shake just before Lizzie finally pulled away. “So… if you remember the safe word… and you’re not using it… tell me,”—Lizzie’s soft strokes turned harsh as quickly as her voice, the punky Cheese roughly gripping her sub’s face—“Where did you get it in your sweet little head that you can tell me what to do with my property?” “I’m sorry, ma’am! I didn’t—“ Lizzie laid another slap across her exposed ass. Kim jumped a little with the sting but didn’t raise a hand to cover it, both of them still clasped in front of her like a good maid. She took a moment to consider her next words before she spoke. “It won’t happen again. I promise, ma’am,” Kim pleaded. Lizzie let go and allowed her to stand up straight again. “That’s a good start,” She said flatly, leaning on her elbow. “Perhaps I should use my mouth for something… more fitting?” Kim’s face was flushed as she sank to her knees, and I suspect it wasn’t just the alcohol, “With my lady’s blessing, of course…” Lizzie said nothing as she stared down coldly at Kim rubbing her cheek along the thigh of her master’s jeans. However, it seemed that Kim took that as an affirmative. She unhooked Lizzie’s belt and opened her fly, reaching her hands in to fish out the elder Cheese’s cock. With a few tugs, Lizzie’s bottoms slid down to her mid-thigh, and her cocks bounced free—and no, that wasn’t a typo. Cocks. Plural. Sweet girl-boss above, Cheese and quality meat went hand in hand. Lizzie had the same basic setup as her sister downstairs—a sausage and clam plate, but no fruit to be found. The difference was that she double ordered the beef. They weren’t as big as Millie’s, obviously—two of those monsters would turn morning wood into a fatal anemic shock. “Oooh~ You’re already so hard, ma’am!” Kim swooned, rubbing up against Lizzie’s double stack of shafts, “I’m glad to know that my offense didn’t dampen your enthusiasm.” “Mind your tongue, slag,” Lizzie scowled, attempting to maintain her domineering persona despite her obvious eagerness. “I always do, my lady…” Kim traced a figure eight around Lizzie’s twin cockheads, “As you well know, my tongue is very disciplined…” The blush that spread across Lizzie’s cheeks contrasted her cold stare. I felt hands on my hips. My feet left the ground again. I shrieked for the third or fourth time that night as my world turned over and over until I finally landed on the couch with a soft, “umph!”. It wasn’t until I felt Millie’s shins pinning my arms to the cushions that I realized what happened. Just in time for her to slap that monster across my face a few times, giggling gleefully the whole time. She had flipped me over onto the couch, planting my head and shoulders on the seat cushions, my spine against the backrest, and my legs dangling above me like some sort of cartoonish pratfall. Then, she straddled and pinned me there. “M’onna suck… this…” Millie slurred happily as I squirmed, effectively immobilized. She had to do a little bit of tongue-work to get my leaky half-mast into her mouth, but once she did? It wasn’t soft for very long. She shoved my cock into the back of her throat, using her tongue and the natural contractions of her throat to not-so-gently coax me to my umpteenth erection of the day. I swear she must breathe through her ears or something. “Ffffuck…” I groaned, gritting my teeth to stave off the inevitable, “MMMMilllllliiieeee… h-hold o—“ I didn’t get to finish that thought. She’d been waiting for that moment the whole time. Without an ounce of hesitation, she pulled her lips all the way back to my tip and throated herself back to the base. She fucked her face on my cock, spit and pre dripping down her chin and onto my tummy. Not that it made much difference. Her cock, still draped across my face and down my chest, drooled a steady stream of cowper as she dragged it slowly back and forth—lightly bucking her hips just enough to keep it mostly hard. It drove me insane. My fear from earlier in the day came true in short order. Allowed to throat me at her own pace, Millie had me begging in literal seconds. Cum spurted from my tip before my orgasm had even truly begun—slurped and sucked from my aching nuts by Millie’s relentless assault. I screamed in equal parts ecstasy and agony as she throated me well past the end of my bliss and into the hypersensitive, toe-curling tickle of the comedown. Well, what would have been my comedown. As I said, she didn’t even slow down when I filled her mouth. Just a couple of quick gulps, not even breaking her rhythm. “S—stop, you fucking f—f—freak…” My face burned even hotter as I heard my voice. What I had intended to be a biting, venomous jab had come out instead as a mewling, submissive whine. And I think Millie liked it quite a bit. How do I know, you ask? Well you see, I could feel her fucking elephant truck throbbing on my god damn face. Not to mention her muffled giggling against my pelvis. Her knees left their position pinning my arms to the couch cushions, and I briefly thought she was going to let me go. Instead, she propped her feet against the floor, raising up so that she could put all her weight into forcing every last inch of me into her throat. The bitch was fucking planking on my cock, doing little half-pushups to throat herself even further. I got a little light-headed at that point. My mouth hung open as she forced another watery, depleted climax from me. Her cock slid across my face with every advance and retreat, leaving a stream of her viscous pre wherever it went. Then it happened. By chance or by design—I was far too cloudy to tell the difference—her cock retreated across my neck, over my chin, and across my bottom lip. I exhaled at precisely that moment, signaling to some animalistic part of Millie’s vodka-addled brain that there was an open hole. Her knees buckled. Her hips thrust. Her cock buried itself halfway to my fucking stomach before I even had the chance to gag. Fortunately, lodging her dick down into my ribcage distracted her enough that she finally released my overspent cock—the only mercy I would be afforded for the moment. Millie groaned in rapturous satisfaction, drunkenly plunging her cock in and out of my mouth. Spit flew from my overstretched gullet with every manic thrust—my tongue pinned to the floor of my jaw by her inhuman girth. Tears and running mascara cut a path down my forehead and into my hairline as she continued to savagely maul my gag reflex into submission. “M’onna… m’onna… m’onna…” She babbled, hilariously extending the courtesy of alerting me to her impending orgasm. As hot as this all was in theory, the fact was that I was seconds from passing out from the lack of oxygen. I reflexively slapped at her thighs in an attempt to escape asphyxiation, not really expecting it to be any more effective than it had been last time… but to my surprise, Millie leapt to her feet immediately, pulling her cock from my throat almost as quickly as she had put it in. I gasped for air as soon as the obstruction cleared my airway. My eyeliner ran down my face as I coughed, my eyelashes coated with pre and drool—not unlike the rest of my upper body. “Mia? Oh d—dear… M—Mia? Are you…?” Millie stopped short, realizing that her question had a rather obvious answer, “M—… Maybe we should… go to bed…” I didn’t say anything. I just nodded softly as my eyes drifted closed, happily drunk and utterly exhausted. … Oh wait, I forgot about Kim and Lizzie. Well, this chapter was getting a little long anyway. That’s a story for another day, I guess.

Chapter 0 - Ian's Interview

Ian Skunk thinks he's made all the preparations required for his upcoming interview, but he forgot to look into Tishen Tech's work culture. Surrounded by herms and debauchery he didn't expect, he finds himself in Alexi's office desperate to relieve some tension. Ian's Interview by Zmeydros (Edited by Tiliquain and Secretskunk) Ian stares up at the Tishen Tech building. It's not as intimidating as he expected. It's largely a square column, but the windows are all canted to catch the sun and they aren't floor-to-ceiling windows like most tall buildings. In fact, this building looks a bit more like the sort of building you'd see on a college campus than an office building. The only really showy thing about the building is its entryway which has many thin two-story-high windows that meet up with a fan-shaped glass roof. Inside, vines are taking up every available space between the windows. Randomly-positioned wire sculptures of raindrops house all manner of orchids and bromeliads. There are plaques with the names of the various plants scattered around as well. Directly in front of him and to the left is a buff doe receptionist with bird pendants hanging from the points on her antlers. She looks rather masculine and is absolutely gorgeous. As he approaches her, she says, "Good afternoon, how may I be of assistance?" "Hello, I'm here for an interview with Alexi Tishen." "May I have your name please?" she asks, smiling softly. "Ian Skunk." So many people see it fit to comment on the fact that he's a skunk with that last name, but this doe stays professional and doesn't say a word. She just looks at a screen he can't see and says, "You're her two-o'clock. Just one moment." She puts a badge into a machine, types on her keyboard, and then hands him the badge with a lanyard attached. "Make sure you read signs in this building. If you don't pay attention, you may end up seeing things you'd never expect to see in a work environment. The elevators are behind me, and if you have any questions I'd be happy to answer them." Ian lifts an eyebrow. "Okay, thanks." Was that  their way of saying he should stay away from secure areas? He'd do some snooping, but that's a quick way to make sure he doesn't get hired. As he walks past the receptionist, he puts the lanyard around his neck. When he arrives at the left elevator bank, there's a screen where floor buttons would be. As he gets near it, the screen says, "Hello Ian, an elevator will be down shortly." At the top of the screen, it says, "NSFW Elevator Bank." He furrows his brow. This is a workplace, what on earth could that mean? Surely there wouldn't be porn on the elevator, right? He turns around and walks just far enough toward the other elevator bank that he can read the screen between the elevators. It says, "SFW Elevator Bank." It's probably just a joke or unfortunate outdated acronym. As he's walking back to the NSFW bank, he hears a soft chime. The elevator opens and a nude horse herm who's half-hard quickly wraps hir beach towel around hir lower half. Shi's addressing a naked female otter who's also putting a towel around her lower half. "Ugg, why don't they just make the lobby NSFW too? Like, it's Tishen City, you can fuck in the street as long as you're not blocking traffic." The otter shrugs. "No idea, maybe they don't want execs and important international business people to run away screaming." They walk past him and the moment they're through the doors to the outside, they pull off their towels and hang them over their shoulder. His eyes are as wide as dinner plates as he watches their nude asses walk off. The elevator door chimes impatiently and starts closing on him. As he steps into the elevator, he can't get that horse herm's partial erection out of his mind. Did shi get modded to be like that? He thought everything he heard about the indulgence and perversion of Tishen City was just a bunch of rumors. Since he flew in yesterday, he's seen like six naked herms and now he's seen his seventh. Maybe they weren't rumors after all? And now his blush is back. The back of the elevator is glass and there's an intricate pattern of cyan LEDs going through some beautiful mathematical progression. He thinks the pattern looks like the branching growth of an L-system, but the elevator leaves the lobby before he's certain. As it ascends to the first floor, he sees written on the space between floors: "Sex Lounge 1E." Inside, there's a male fox fucking a herm gryphon right up against the glass. He's never seen a gryphon's cock or feathered breasts this close up in his life! His blush deepens. The elevator accelerates leaving that lewd display behind. Other sex lounges pass by, but so fast it's a blur of naked fur, feathers, and scales. When the elevator slows to get to Alexi's floor, however, he sees that sex lounge 19E is has eight men going at it in a rather impressive orgy. And when he gets to the twentieth floor, that sex lounge has a female giraffe and a female red panda licking each other out while a big-cocked rhino watches and strokes himself off. Ian gasps and looks away. Damn, that rhino, and his fascinating cock, are huge...he can't help but wonder what that big pulsing pole would smell like. No! He needs to stay focused and professional. He steps out of the elevator and finds the direction he needs to go before heading down the hallway. The pointed tip of his shaft rubs against his boxers as he walks. The office space is open and divided into various playful sections. An entire old-fashioned newspaper stand is to the left of the elevators. Looking through the front of it, he can see a cozy little workspace inside where a kangaroo and a badger are working on their laptops. The badger is sitting sideways with his legs across the roo's lap. Ian smiles at their contentment. Another workspace that draws his eye is a treehouse complete with a fake tree growing up through it. Four employees are calmly working there. A couple of them are using extra monitors attached to arms that can be positioned however they like. He passes what looks like a comic shop complete with a board game section and books for tabletop RPG campaigns. He almost goes in and starts browsing. Several employees appear to be playing some sort of game at one of the large tables in the center. A chubby but buff male orca rolls a d20 and then groans. Ian blushes as he watches the orca stand up--he's only wearing his boxers and there's a definite tent in them! The orca pulls his boxers down putting his entire foot-long prehensile length on display. The vixen next to him rolls and everyone cheers as she laughs. She gets on her knees in front of the orca. Ian's eyes go wide as she takes the orca's cock into her mouth right in front of everyone. Looking away, his hand flies down to hide the fact that he's getting a tent. He can't help but imagine himself taking the place of that vixen. People can definitely wear whatever they want, including nothing. It looks like they can do whatever they want as well. That has to be the case, otherwise, he couldn't explain what's going on in the comic shop. Or the herm cheetah jacking off while fingering hirself on the couch in the posh tea area next to the comic shop. Shi's not even thirty feet from Alexi's office. His eyes drift over the the cheetah's body. He's always wondered what a cat's.... No! Damnit! He needs to stay focused! And now he's fully hard. He stares at the wall waiting for it to go down. The herm cheetah stifles hir cat yowls as shi cums. Out of the corner of his eye, Ian sees that cheetah make a mess all over hir breasts as shi leans in to to catch hir own cum in hir mouth. His hard-on is now a full-blown emergency unless he wants to go into Alexi's office with a wet spot. Checking his comm, he finds he still has seven minutes before his interview. He rushes to the restroom that was opposite the elevators. There don't appear to be separate men's or women's restrooms, just a large unisex one with fully-enclosed stalls, a few of them even have sinks and showers in them. There's even a shower room that several people could fit in. He shivers imagining the sorts of debauchery that might go down in there. The walls are covered with giant black and white photos of an aspen forest and the showers have randomly-patterned black, white and grey tiles. He dashes into one of the stalls and locks the door. There's a glory hole on each wall that can be opened. There appears to be an interlock where both sides have to be opened for the hole to be used. Is he on the sexual relief floor of the building or something? Pulling his pants down and wrapping his paw around his glistening red rod, pre instantly begins to drip. He should have done this before he got here! Now he's gotta... gotta... cum! He whimpers to himself as he gets a constant stream of pre. Five minutes later, he's no closer to getting off. Knowing he has to cum and that his interview is just minutes away is far too much pressure! He pulls up his boxers and fastens his pants before leaving the stall. Grabbing a paper towel, he wipes his paw off as fast as he can. Then he washes his hands, dries them, and hurries to Alexi's office. Hir office walls are made of smart glass and it's going through patterns of hexagons of fogged vs transparent as he walks up. Shi waves from inside and the door opens as shi stands up. The inside of hir office is all translucent glass and polished stainless steel with an assortment of herbs growing on a hexagonal-sectioned shelf in front of the window. Hir oval-shaped desk is made of transparent glass and stands on stainless steel legs. The first thing he notices about hir are the purple stripes on the sides of hir green cheeks and upper arms. Hir big canine-like ears and long dragon tail stand out too. But the thing his eyes get stuck on is the bulge between hir legs. Shi's wearing a form-fitting coral-colored dress  that only goes a third of the way down hir thigh. It hints at hir strong-but-curvy body and the pleasure that can be found amongst hir cleavage or between hir thighs. It's a dress that makes him desperate to see what's under it. Hir playful smile looks like it needs a kiss, hir stance begs him for a naked hug, and the sinuous shape of of hir serpentine tail invites him become ensnared by it. He's never tried intimacy with anyone who had a cock, but all those fantasies are fresh in his mind just from being in the same room with hir. Making things worse, he can see see that shi's clearly interested in him as hir eyes jump from his face, to his hips, to his chest, and then to his tail. Why can't he have this sort of chemistry with someone who isn't likely to end up his boss? Shi reaches out hir hand. "Hello, Ian." Ian shakes her hand vigorously and produces his best professional businessperson smile. "Hello! You must be Alexi." Shi clasps his hand and then sniffs the air. As shi lets go, shi grins. "Did you see something on the way that piqued your interest?" His heart skips a beat. "Wha-what do you mean, miss?" He lifts an eyebrow. "I'm sure you're aware of what I mean, but it's tangential to why you're here." Shi has a seat and points to one of the mesh chairs in front of hir desk. "Please, sit." Ian nods and threads his large fluffy skunk tail through the opening in the back of the chair so he can sit. "That tail is magnificent! What other exemplary qualities do you possess?" shi asks. Chatting with hir would probably be pleasant and all, but he really doesn't need to waste their time. There's one reason he's here and, until it's addressed, everything else is just frosting. Ian takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes. OK. Showtime. "If you don't mind, I would like to skip the pleasantries. We both know what this is about, and I really struggle to dance around a subject like this when we both know the game of cat and mouse can only last so long. You are after my AutoFab system, and you can't have it. I am not signing the patents away to anyone, but if you will provide me with long-term employment, I am willing to give you licensing rights for well below what they are worth. I can assist in mass production and even sales if you need it, my one demand is that I am able to explore other avenues of research while I am here." "Oooh, you didn't even warm me up, you're confident and efficient. Tell you what, you win, I'll get you in touch with our legal team and give you a stipend for you hiring a lawyer to go over everything before you have to sign. Legal fees stopped my mom's first patent dead in its tracks, so we offer stipends to help small businesses afford legal services to go over agreements and such." She smiles. "Don't think that patronizing me will soften me up or make me change my position! I am not going to--Wait, you agree to those terms?" "You'll have to work with the legal team to formulate an actual agreement, but I have no problem with those terms and will tell them so," Shi leans forward with hir fingers interlaced. "Now that we're past that, I want to focus on my actual concern about you working here. Something that might make any agreement for your employment a problem."   His ears fall in confusion. "The hurdle to you working here will be related to the scent I detected when you walked in the room and poses a hurdle for many of our prospective hires." Shi leans back in hir chair. "Are you comfortable with your coworkers discussing and engaging in sexual acts in the workplace?" "As long as people don't pursue me after I've said, 'no' and there are places I can go if I need a break from it, I don't see a problem." He tries to keep his eyes on Alexi's face and remain professional, but this talk of sex is making him want to stare right through hir glass desk at that rise between hir legs. "If anyone pressures you into doing something you're not comfortable with or continues to bug you after you've declined, they've broken their employee contract and need to be reported to HR. As far as getting a break, every floor has a walled-off Safe For Work area. We have two separate atriums, one of which is a mediation garden and is a quiet, sex-free, space. There's even a separate SFW pool with attached gym and hot tub for fitness and relaxation." "You do realize the irony of using SFW and NSFW, right?" Shi chuckles. "It's a bit of an inside joke here, something silly I did when I set up the company." He smiles. "As long as you're aware of it." "Lastly, would you mind being vastly outnumbered by hermaphrodites? We were the first workplace to expand our anti-discrimination policy to include herms. Today we have more herms per capita than any other employer." Ian tilts his head. "Whatever people want to do to their bodies is fine by me." "You do know that herms can be born into herm couples, right? I've been a herm since I was zero years old, myself." Even though he, and just about everyone, knows Alexi is a herm, just having hir mention it makes his crotch warm. "Neat, I hadn't really thought about that, actually." Shi grins. "Do you have any questions about herms or me personally?" Ian's ears twitch faintly as he hears this. "No, of course not. Such questions are inappropriate in the workplace," he says as if he's repeating a canned answer. "That makes me think you have interesting questions, Ian. I welcome questions that would be inappropriate in other workplaces." Shi stands up and stretches. That bulge in hir crotch is as visible as ever. "So you are saying you encourage openness in your employees? I can work with that," Ian says. Shi leans on the back of hir chair practically vibrating with antsy energy. "Ask all the questions you like about the work culture here or personal details about me, my gender, whatever you like." "Do...do you stay like that by choice?" Ian asks. "I got turned into a girl for a week in high school, as part of a mandatory class, and it wasn't bad or anything, but I don't know if I would've stayed like that," he says. "I was made like this and I've spent time as other genders, but this form is the most natural and enjoyable," shi says. "This is good, I was worried you'd leave my office nervous and full of unasked questions. And I'd feel like I barely knew you. Please, keep going." Ian raises an eyebrow. "Wait. So, you're actually an android? "Whether or not I'm an android gets into some deep philosophical territory. My mind's actually a copy of my mother's, well, it started off that way, but it's diverged quite a bit. We get along great, though." "Huh, fascinating." The engineer in him has been stirred and he's so full of questions he's grasping at them randomly. "Was your body made to mimic biology or are you completely different on the inside?" "The parts I'm made of, like down to the microscopic level, are completely different. My organs are just for show, but they appear to be the real thing, even under inspection." "Does your body mimic biological things for you too? Like, you feel your heart beat in your ears when you sprint to catch the bus?" Shi nods. "Yeah, but if it gets annoying I can just turn it off." "Your heart?" He leans in. "Yep! I like the sensations from my body most of the time, though. I think if I was built like some of the other androids I've seen, I would feel, I don't know, hollow?" "That makes sense." He thinks for a moment. "So, if you're an android, why does sex interest you? I'm not thinking it shouldn't interest you, it's just, I thought you might have a different perspective on it." "It's like the ultimate co-op game. It has incredible replay value and the best reward of any game played by any sentient being: orgasms," shi says pacing behind hir desk as a tent is forming in hir skirt. "There's so much variety, so much to explore. And when you're not interested in exploring, there's nothing quite like cuddling up against someone and fucking them lazily while spooning." The way shi talks about sex, hir adoration of it, it's so freeing, so intriguing, and so damn hot! His eyes are now fixed on hir crotch as his mind is filled with the image of that herm cheetah cumming. Hir cream falling onto hir furry breasts as shi tried to get it all in hir mouth. That attraction he felt toward Alexi when he walked in, it's hitting him like a fully-loaded delivery truck. Before he realizes what he's saying, he starts asking, "Does your penis like, actually emit, umm..." "It cums just like any other cock, except, it cums more than most cocks. I, uhh, like being productive." Shi blushes. Ian blushes deep red as his pants start to feel tight. "You can control it?" "Oh, I have a lot of control over that part of my anatomy. It's prehensile, like an orca's cock. It has a knot at the base too." Shi's blushing more and the tent is now twitching. "Just like me!" He puts his hands over his mouth before continuing. "Not the prehensile part, I mean the other part." Now his own crotch is visibly throbbing. Hir ears perk up and shi smiles wide. "You have a knot?" Hir bouncy joy at finding out he has a knot is adorable. His tail wags as he forgets that he came here for an interview. "Yeah, I've got a bit of canine in my family." "I love getting knotted!" Shi holds up hir hands as if to defend hirself from hir own words. "Sorry, I didn't mean for that to sound like a pickup line." Now he's horny and terribly curious. He puts his hands in front of his crotch. "What do you like about getting knotted?" "Ian, you're going to fit in just fine here. Consider yourself hired." Shi grins. "I'm happy to keep talking, but the interview is over." "Just like that?" Shi nods, "Just like that. I can see you're curious, open, sex-positive, and very much an engineer." He grins from ear to ear, tail drifting from side to side with excitement. "Awesome!" "Did you still want an answer to your question? I have a lot more time slotted for this interview," shi says. Feeling his shaft slide further out of his sheath, he nods. "What do I like about being knotted? Everything! The feeling of it banging against my entrance threatening to go in, then stretching me wider and wider until it gets pulled in by the tension, and the part afterwards where I get to cuddle with my lover while their thick warm cum is sealed inside me." Shi runs fingers over hir member through the fabric and it makes slow waves as shi throws back hir head and gasps. Then shi says, "My apologies, this sort of talk gets me a bit worked up," as shi pulls hir hands away. He's completely mesmerized by hir open display of arousal as his hands press down against his lap. Even though he knows he should change the subject, his curiosity and libido won't be deterred. "Your cock...do you feel it when it moves around? Do you have the appropriate nerve clusters?" "Proprioception? Yes, I can feel where it is and how it's moving, and any resistance it meets on the way." Hir scent is now strong in the air, an herby musk that's making his whole body blush. Now his heart is beating so hard he can feel its thumps across his whole chest. He stares as hir member fidgets under hir dress and is once again thinking about that cheetah, about fantasies he's had since high school. "Does it feel good to get cum all over your breasts? I mean, when I was a girl that one time I mostly just had to make do with my paws, but I kept having this same daydream, that I couldn't shake, where I went into the men's locker room and..." He shudders. His tail is floofed up and his ears are blushing bright red. "Uhh... Maybe that was too much information." "No, I want to hear it," shi says. "And yes, I like cumming all over my breasts. It makes me feel so much like a herm, so genderbent." "Well...I, I wanted to feel a cock throb before it came. Like I wanted to feel it right there, on my muzzle." Ian says, looking away a little. "Maybe in my muzzle? Just before it started to jet hot sticky stuff all over me...I almost snuck into the men's locker room like four times before I bought a vibrator and just shut my damn girly bits up." Alexi is the only person he's ever told that to and he is so hopelessly horny that he can smell his own erection as strongly as he can smell hirs. He can feel a wet spot from his prick under his palm now. This is such a strange situation. "Well, there's no reason a guy can't have those fantasies..." Alexi traces a finger over hir cock. "May I say something overtly sexual directed at you?" "Yes, please!" he blurts out raising his tail out of instinct. "Ian, I'm really really hard and it's my turn to be blunt. I want to get naked and let you play with my cock. Does that sound good to you?" "Y-yes!" he says, his tail wagging behind him. Shi lifts up hir dress exposing a pair of panties that are quite unhappy to have a fully-erect cock stuffed in them. The sheer fabric of hir panties gives him a clear view of hir tapered length. His eyes jump up to hir breasts as shi lifts hir dress off and tosses it onto hir chair. Then shi reaches behind hir and undoes hir bra causing hir ample bosom to bounce free. The blue of hir fully-erect nipples matches the blue of hir shaft. After shi pulls hir panties off, hir length stretches and curls seemingly happy to be out of its prison. Shi struts over to him with hir length pointed toward him. "You may touch anything that catches your eye." Shi lifts hir balls to show the pussy behind them. "Even here." "Whoa, even your pussy flesh is blue," he marvels. Shi runs a finger over hir slit and then spreads it, chuckling. "There's a lot of porn of me online, I'm surprised you didn't come across it." Ian's tail whips around behind him as he stares. "Herms are kind of a new thing for me." He leans in, his muzzle is now only a few inches from the tip of hir erection. How good would it feel to take hir into his mouth? "Well, I hope they become an old thing for you." Shi moves hir hands away from hir crotch and plays with hir breasts instead. Hir length twists and untwists as shi sighs happily. "I love being naked." Hir scent is overpowering now. It's a bit like lavender, but with a musky undertone. "Y-you smell so strong! It's making me feel all hot..." He gently touches hir shaft. "Do you like how you taste? Can you change it and, or, your smell?" he asks, rolling hir large scaly balls in his other paw. Shi shudders and hir cock curls playing with his fingers. When shi pokes at the tips of his fingers with the tip of hir cock, pre gets smeared on them. "I can change just about any aspect of my body. Feel free to taste me if you like, my pussy and cock have a slightly different flavor from each other." Ian blushes deeper and deeper red. "But that is so..." He licks the tip of hir prick. Shi gasps as hir cock rubs itself on his tongue. It tastes salty, a bit lavendery, and it's really hard not to just start taking it into his mouth. "People often like feeling my pussy grab at their fingers as they play with my cock." Ian moves his free paw to rub against hir well-lubed slit as he stops resisting and takes hir into his muzzle. He looks up at hir with big happy eyes, his blush of shame now outshined by his smile and wagging tail. He slips two fingers inside hir and brushes his paw-padded palm against hir clit. Shi moans and tugs at his fingers with hir inner muscles. In it's search for pleasure, hir shaft pushes deeper into his maw preing as it goes. Wrangling hir prehensile prick with his tongue is impossible. It's so much stronger. He settles for using his tongue to play with hir in his mouth and starts bobbing on hir shaft. Shi groans and thrusts with his motions, reaching down to caress his head. Eventually, shi says, "See? Things are so much better now. All that nervous energy turned into happy sexual pleasuring. And now you know you really do like cocks. Cool, huh?" Ian nods gently as he slurps down hir pre, happy to abandon his old ideas of work-appropriate behavior. He redoubles his efforts seeing if he can impress hir. He moves his fingers in and out of hir as he bobs on hir cock faster taking even more of hir into his muzzle. A couple minutes later, Alexi coaxes him to slow down with hir hands. "Wow, you're quite the cock slut! Let me know if you don't want me to use the S-word. I think it's a compliment, though." Shi looks into his eyes. "Do you want me to turn you into a girl so you can see what it feels like to get dicked?" His tail lifts up for a moment, but then the situation hits him and he recoils a bit moving off hir cock. "You can do that?" Shi nods. "I can transform myself, or others, pretty much at will." "Uhh, I don't think that is a good idea." Ian says, his blush red enough to calibrate a camera's red channel. "Not this first time, at least." He looks around the room awkwardly as he stands up and takes a step toward hir desk. Oh, he still wants something, something he's fantasized about for years. With his heart in his throat, nearly shivering with nervous energy, he pushes his pants down and lifts his big fluffy skunk tail. "But that doesn't mean we can't, you know, bone," he says as he spreads his butt cheeks for hir. "You're a treasure," shi says as shi grabs a bottle of lube off a shelf and opens it. Shi applies the lube to hir length and then his tail hole before setting the lube aside. He moans when he feels the hot throbbing tip of hir member press against his opening. When shi gets a firm grasp of the the base of his tail, his instincts go wild telling him he's about to get rutted! He bites his lip and puts both hands on hir desk to hold himself up. Shi says, "Ready?" "Oh goddess yes! Do it!" he says as his tail brushes against hir face. Shi presses inside methodically, showing shi's done this many many times. At first, the sensation is a delightful friction that makes him groan and gasp. He feels fuller and fuller and just can't get enough of hir hot flexible length. Shi's making a wave with it so it's constantly putting pressure on his prostate as it enters. A bead of pre forms on his cock. A blunt surge of pleasure accompanies him stretching to accommodate the last third of hir erection. "I can't believe I'm getting to be your first! Such a slutty skunk! You're gonna fit in so well!" Hir tail reaches up and coils around his cock and starts stroking it. One hand gropes his ass as the other hangs on to the base of his tail as shi shoves all the way in. "Mmm! You feel so good!" "Fuck! This is amazing!" he yelps as he feels the thick base of hir shaft spreads his tail hole wide. "And now, the pounding you deserve." Shi jerks hir hips back before slamming home. Then shi repeats that wonderful, erotic, motion over and over. "Harder!" He leans into hir thrusts as shi heeds his request and ruts him right into hir desk. Hir tail is constricting rhythmically milking his cock and hir balls are clapping against his. When shi makes a corkscrew inside him and keeps thrusting, he feels the soles of his feet burn and his prostate send out shocks of ecstasy. He cries out, "I-I'm gonna cum! So close!" Hir thighs smack against the backs of his legs as shi says, "You came in for an interview and now I've got you bent over my desk. It's perfection!" Hir knot is now bumping against his entrance and not quite going in. "Ready to get knotted?" "Fucking yes! Fill me!" Ian moans as he wraps his legs around hir using hir desk to support his weight. The moment he feels hir stretching him to get that knot in, he whines like a bitch in heat and slams himself back against hir. His hot load jets out all over hir floor. Shi lurches forward shoving that knot in. Hir cock makes waves inside him as shi cums making him feel warm and tingly from ears to tail. There seems to be no end to hir hot spasms inside him. Shi leans down and grabs him pressing hir breasts against his back. Hir tail tugs at his erection milking it for all its worth as shi says, "Yes! Make a nice big mess for me!" Hir knot swells larger tying them together increasing his pleasure. He feels so completely full of hir, so satisfied. After he catches his breath, he looks back at hir and says, "That was incredible." Shi nuzzles his cheek. "Yes it was. Once I pull out, how about you knot me so we're even?" "Sounds like a fair exchange." "Are you sure? I could go get the legal team. They love having heated exchanges over this sort of agreement." He chuckles. "Let me guess, they're all hot herm attorneys." "Good guess!" Shi grins. THE END Join my Patreon to see my stuff weeks to months early, vote on a monthly story, read over a hundred more stories with hot herms/futas, and support my writing: patreon.com/zmeydros

Chapter 2 - Zulette's Escape

Zulette could barely think. She could feel her aching vaginal walls clenching and unclenching, perpetually preparing for an orgasm that would never come. She tried to push herself into the vibrator in the hopes of achieving orgasm, but the computer system responded by reducing the stimulation slightly to keep her just at the brink.  It didn't just feel like she was close to cumming. It felt like she was constantly beginning to cum, but the satisfaction never arrived. Her inner thighs were shaking profusely, and vaginal juices covered the floor, streamed down her legs, and somehow splattered to reach her chest and face. A burning pleasure, never relieved, filled her clitoris and vagina. Her mind was overstimulated and she moaned unintelligible gibberish as the device somehow managed to push her even more agonizingly close to orgasm.  She . . . couldn't . . . survive . . . more of this. It was too much. Her mind was full of sexual thoughts and fantasies, and again she struggled to push herself against the vibrator enough to reach orgasm, but again it was in vain. She struggled to leave the device, but the invisible force-bonds wouldn't let her move a millimeter. Between the moaning and blubbering she cried out for someone--anyone--to let her out and let her get some rest. How long had it been? She felt like she was tormented for hours, days perhaps. Maybe a week? Hopefully two weeks. She remembered that the edging device had a digital clock on its face.  If this had only been a few hours, she would completely despair. The clock said it was twenty-three minutes. She would be released in twelve years. Just as she was about to resign herself to life in Hell, a thought came to her. A possibility of escape. Something she had learned from a History book so long ago. The word "Tacoma Narrows Bridge" came to her. It was from Ancient Earth, over 27,000 years ago. A great suspension bridge that collapsed due to a design flaw, it was still used as an example in engineering textbooks, so many millenia later. Elementary forced resonance. When a structural system is exposed to an external periodic frequency, the same as its internal frequency, it will collapse. She remembered reading the specs on Ortaya starline's shipboard technology, including its force-bonds, and tried to remember its phased structural frequency. What was it? She strained her mind to think of the answer, but the sexual stimulation overwhelmed her. It was one point . . . no . . . two point three . . . seven . . .  2.379 Hertz. She bent her head to look at the clock, in order to synchronize her frequency. To put it simply, she would oscillate her body in just the right way to break the force-bonds. She started with her hands. Looking at the clock to keep the right frequency, she jostled them back and forth. Soon, sure enough, she felt the bonds weakening, and eventually she felt her hands go free. Then came her arms, then her feet, and she was close to escape. The last force-bonds secured her thighs to the device. She bounced her thighs up and down, and let out an involuntary moan as the increased pressure caused waves of pleasure through her core and up her body. Now that she was free of most of the bonds, she had more freedom to move around, and she realized that, now, she could orgasm. She forgot about the escape attempt and set her mind on cumming. She pushed down into the vibrator, and simultaneously felt clitoral and vaginal orgasm. It was the strongest sensation she had ever felt in her life (until that point). After so much edging and arousal, the orgasm felt incredibly intense. Vaginal fluid splattered on the floor, on her body, and somehow in her hair. Then, pressing her body down into the vibrator, she let out another moan as her clitoris once again was pushed to orgasm. Her vaginal walls clenched and unclenched, as the orgasm spread to the rest of her body, and she felt shoots of pleasure flying from her vulva. She was in pure ecstasy. She would orgasm 117 times before she finally decided to escape. She then bobbed herself up and down at the critical frequency, stimulating herself to another orgasm in the process, and broke free of the final force-bonds. She jumped off the edger, then came back for one last orgasm before she left the room. She looked down the bare corridor, lighted only by the holographic displays lining the left wall. The ship seemed empty. She remembered that the crew was in cryosleep, but it was strange not to see any robotics around. Most of the engineering bots must have been working in the uninhabited areas of the ship, like the alterspace transition coils. She turned right at the end of the corridor, into a room marked "cryochamber." The door automatically opened, and no I.D. was required -- the security was a bit lax on this ship. Suspended animation bays lined both walls of the chamber. There were 75 bays, but only 50 crew. She activated one of the open bays, pressing her hand into the alcove panel. The bay opened, and the computer prepared her for cryosleep. She stepped into the narrow coffin, and felt her eyes droop as the computer activated a neural de-stimulator. She would wake up on Z'Ltar, three years later, a national hero.

Chapter 4 - Cream

Dario picks Sayuri up and wraps her legs around his waist. He brings her over to the bed as they make out. Setting her down for a second to take her shirt off and kisses her chest. Sayuri giggles as he pulls down her bra," You seem very excited to play with my boobs."  "I had an idea the other day I wanted to try." He kisses her cheek.  "What's your idea?"  He smirks and kisses her chest," I would have to get something real quick."  "I can wait."  Dario rushes off to grab a few things. Coming back with a few items. Sayuri smiles as she sees what he had. The one item that confused her was a can of whip cream. He shakes it a little," You ready?"  "Where are you planning on using that?" Sayuri giggles.  "You know exactly." Dario takes the cap off.  Sayuri smiles as she lays back. She watches as Dario drizzles the whip cream on her chest. Making two piles over her nipples. Setting it to the side, Dario readies himself. Leaning in, he kisses her chest. Gently licking off the whip cream as he does. Enjoying the taste of the cream and seeing Sayuri’s reaction. She holds him close and digs into his shirt.  Some of the cream fell down her chest. Dario made sure to clean everything off of her. Her nipples became hard as he kissed her boobs. Sayuri reaches over to grab the can. Putting more on her chest," Ready for seconds?"  "Yes please." Dario smirks as he continues to kiss her chest. He started to suck on her chest as well. Sayuri holds him close and lets out a few sounds.  After getting it all off, Dario gently gropes her.  “Do you want to go any further?” He asked.  “Not today. I don’t mind making out though.” Sayuri giggles.  “I don’t mind that.” Dario smiles and kisses her lips.

Chapter 2 - Topping Him

Sayuri tops him and it turns him on more. He laid under her and was very red from blushing looking up at her. The way she rubbed his chest got him going.  "So, what did you have in mind, Watashi no joō?" Dario sounded a little shy. It was rare for this so Sayuri took this opportunity.  "You're very cute when flustered my love." She giggles and leans into his ear," I might enjoy seeing you this way so much I'll do this more often. "  Her voice was calming but sexy. It made him breathe heavier knowing it wasn't going to be easy. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as she kisses his neck. As she kissed him her hands went down his body. Her hands stopped under his shirt and smiles. Taking it off slowly she gazed at his body in awe.  "Are you slowly teasing me?" Dario asked.  "I can go slower." Sayuri smiles. "I don't think I could handle that."  She grins," don't give me more ideas."  Dario got nervous and flustered. Sayuri could tell and kisses down his chest and stomach. She unbuttons his pants and gently mouths his lower. She kept his boxers on him for now. Dario let out a small moan and took a deep breath. He held the sheets tightly, bracing for impact. Sayuri takes his hands and puts them together. She reaches over to their side table and reaches into the drawer. Pulling out a few items to tie him up. Dario looks up to see what she was doing. He was so turned on and didn't know what to do with himself.  "You okay Dario?" Sayuri kisses his cheek.  "Yeah, you're just so sexy it's turning me on more than ever. I don't know what to do."  "Do you want me to be a little gentler?" Sayuri asked. She was a bit worried about going too far. Dario shakes his head," No no, please keep going the way you wanted."  "Ready for the second part?" Sayuri asked. Her voice was soft but sexy.  "Yes please." Dario was out of breath. She kisses his cheek and gets up.  “I’ll be right back. I have to get a few things.”  “Don’t be too long.”  She kisses his cheek again,” I won’t.”  After a few minutes, she returns wearing fishnet and lace lingerie in black. In her hand was a ball gag, handcuffs, and another rope. Dario looked her over and wanted to touch her. Untying his hand allowed him to gently touch her body. His hands glide over her breast, stomach, and sides. As he touches her, Sayuri puts the ball in his mouth. Taking one hand at a time to cuff them to the bed.  “Part two is ready.” She whispers.  He nods and waits for her to make the next move. Knowing she wasn’t going to show him any mercy after this. Preparing for more, he waits for her to make the next move. Sayuri pulls down his boxers to relieve his dick. She leans forward and licks his tip. His face was bright red from blushing so much. Dario holds the ropes tightly and takes a deep breath. He couldn't prepare any further. Sayuri licks him more intensely then the last. Enjoying his reaction each time pleased her. Soon she had her lips on his dick like a popsicle. Dario moans loudly as she does. Rubbing and licking his cock while making eye contact with him, Sayuri enjoyed his reaction. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.  After she was done lubricating his cock with her saliva, she slowly took in her mouth. This made Dario moan more as she pleasured him. Once it was in her mouth, she lightly bobs her head back and forth softly sucking on him. One of her hands rubbed the lower half of his dick while she sucked on the top. Bringing waves of ecstasy to Dario. After several minutes of this, he could feel himself about to cum. His cock twitched, notifying Sayuri as well. Causing her to continue even more than before. Sucking even more and her hand rubbing even faster. Before Dario could say anything, it happened. Sayuri filled her mouth with his delicious cum. Being careful not to let any of it go to waste. Dario let out the loudest moan he could.  Done pleasuring his cock, Sayuri removed her lips from him with a lewd popping sound. Still on a high of lust and wanting to show Dario the best time ever, Sayuri sits in his lap. She teases herself with his cock. Only putting the tip in before sliding down. Going faster and faster as she put it in deeper. Sayuri could feel herself getting close to an orgasm. Riding his dick for a few minutes, she could also feel Dario about to cum again. She uncuffs his hands for him to help reach their max. Along with removing the ball gag.  He goes right to groping her chest and kissing her nipples. Sayuri lets out a few sounds as she could feel Dario cum inside her. Her pussy tightening around him as they go into the last round. His hands go down her body to help move her up and down his cock. Their lips connected so they made out the last few minutes of the lustful high.  Dario uses the last of his energy to get Sayuri to an orgasm. Moving her as fast as he could, filling her with as much cum as he could. Unable to handle it, Sayuri leans forward and rests against his chest. Her pussy was overflowing with their combined love juices. She takes deep breaths to regain some energy. Dario holds her close and kisses her forehead. Both tired from the overwhelming but pleasing time. Rubbing her back, Dario smiles," I love you." "I love you too." Sayuri was out of breath. 

Chapter 3 - Perspective

﴾Content:  18+, anal sex, ass to mouth, big dick, bullying, cum in hair, cum in mouth, edging, excessive cum, futanari/intersex, impregnation/risk of pregnancy, multiple orgasms, non-con, oral sex [fellatio], orgasm denial, rough sex, shower sex, vaginal sex, virgin, watersports [light]﴿ Chapter 3⸻Perspective I opened the bathroom door and felt around for the light switch. The first one I flipped made me jump as a mechanical whirring echoed around the room. I flipped it off in a panic and gave my heart a chance to climb out of my throat before I flipped another. Once the light filled the room, it was like I stepped through the looking glass or something. White marble tile from floor to ceiling, vanities with white marble countertops, and two standing showers on either side of the doorway—each of them bigger than my entire bathroom back home. The bathtub was inlaid into the floor. If it didn’t have a plainly visible faucet, I would have assumed it was a jacuzzi or something. It was the only thing in the room that wasn’t doubled, and I probably would have registered how strange that was if I wasn’t still in awe of how expensive everything looked. I stepped into one of the showers, but it took me a minute or two to figure out how to even turn on the water. There weren’t any knobs or anything; only a touch panel that had more settings than a space shuttle. I saw icons for temperature, water pressure, and a hundred others that I couldn’t even begin to decipher. Eventually, I pressed the right series of buttons, and water started to fall from the ceiling panel like rain. Yiff money paid better than I thought. I almost tripped over the boujee little shower bench as the steam started to fog the glass. I laid on my stomach across the smooth wood, and let the hot water roll over me. Oh yeah… I’d have probably sucked a dick or two just for access to this bathroom, honestly. If Millie knew how to give a good massage, she could probably get her money back. I laid my head over my crossed arms. Finally alone with my thoughts, my mind started to drift over the events of the past few hours. I was beginning to consider that I may have underprepared for this, and bitten off a little more than I could comfortably chew—and “chew” would be another surprisingly literal description if I had to take another one of those super soaker loads down the hatch again. I could still taste her pasty nut with every exhale. Where did she even put it? All that goop had to come from somewhere, right? Like, I’m a productive partner myself, but shouldn’t she have nuts the size of bowling balls to spew that much? What’s worse? I was starting to like it… and I think it was doing weird things to my head. The longer I laid there, the less I seemed to think about it. I closed my eyes as the pleasantly warm water and relaxing white noise lulled me to sleep. ♕ I felt a pang of anxiety in my chest as Mia vanished around the corner. Despite her reassurance, she still seemed a little upset. My glasses provided very little assistance while floating atop a viscid puddle on the floor, so it was impossible to be sure. Then again, I suppose she was a little abrasive regardless of whether she was in a sour mood or not. I sighed as I surveyed the sticky aftermath. Yeah… she was probably still mad. I grabbed the mop and bucket from the laundry room supply closet, and the big bottle of distilled vinegar from under the sink. I’m ashamed to admit that this wasn’t the first time I had cleaned my “emissions” from the kitchen floor. I made the mistake of not using any sort of degreasing agent once. When I woke up the next morning to find my father scratching his head—trying to find the source of the sticky, odorous film on the tile—I nearly died of embarrassment. Mom didn’t allow “unnatural chemicals” in her kitchen, so the vinegar would have to do. Jeez… why was it always such a mess? I had even taken some preemptive measures when I showered this afternoon, and it was still all over the floor, the counter, the side of the refrigerator… I probably would have finished cleaning up sooner if I had spent less time pouting, but it felt so unfair. I hadn’t had the easiest time fitting in at school in the first place, but I became a pariah the instant puberty was inflicted upon me. Eventually, I was able to get the physical aspect under control, but by then it was far too late. I had already acquired several nicknames that stuck with me until I moved here. “Cheese Log.” “Mil-Drip.” “Milty Seed.” I was almost relieved when they started calling me “Mildy Cheese” at the new school. Making fun of me because I had a stutter and a funny name was merciful by comparison. It was one reason I picked the last week of the school year to um… shoot my shot, I guess—By the time Mia told all her friends that I was a freak of nature, I’d be five-hundred miles away. Thankfully, none of my mess had dried up yet. It became a nightmare to clean when that happened. I filled the bucket with cold water and dropped the mop in to soak. That was another lesson I had learned the hard way. Hot water— … Oh dear… I ran down the stairs recklessly enough that I almost tumbled down to the basement. At the bottom, I turned the knob and pushed. The sound of running water echoed around the steamy room. I looked over to the showers and found Mia lounging. Her hair was filled with gummy white bits. It looked like she had smashed a hardboiled egg into her scalp. Too late. If she wasn’t mad before? She would be now. “M-Mia? I—I’m sorry about that… I um… I hav-ve a stronger shampoo that will…” I trailed off, realizing as I approached that she had fallen asleep. I sighed in relief. It would seem my stay of execution had been extended, so to speak. At least I had time to shower before the hot girl murdered me in my own home. As I turned to enter the other shower, I was forced to reconsider whether that was a blessing or a curse—The bright-pink silicone cock sleeve on the wall made me yearn for death. I suppose I forgot to take it down and hide it after I showered earlier. Did she see it? She had to have seen it. It couldn’t have been more noticeable if it glowed in the dark. I pulled it from the mount and set it down onto the shower floor. Admittedly, the mounting plate didn’t look any less discreet, but I tried to put it out of my mind as much as possible. I went about washing myself… admittedly stealing the occasional glance at Mia’s peacefully sleeping form. I tried to push that from my mind too, with more limited success. I still felt awful about what happened in the kitchen… but there was a part of me that really enjoyed it. It didn’t help that her soft, jet-black hair just made it stand out even more. Mia Kamiya was… well, she was everything that I wasn’t. She was what you would get if you showed an angel how to use Instagram—a body sculpted by divine hands, and a heart filled with vanity and pride. I had a crush from the instant I saw her, but things began to escalate after the school year started. I admit that I became a little obsessed at a certain point… but that’s a long story. God, why was I so weird? In my admiration of her form, I failed to notice my growing arousal until it bumped softly against the cool marble, which abruptly snapped me back to reality. I quickly turned the temperature down, hoping the cold water would help my rapidly expanding problem… but no. Though it left the rest of me shivering after a few minutes, my erection was completely undeterred. I sighed and mounted the sleeve back onto the wall. Mia had already put up with it twice, and judging by the way she kept staring, it clearly grossed her out. Not to mention that she conveniently “forgot” about letting me top her as soon as she saw it fully erect. I… can’t say that I blamed her though. I turned the water pressure as high as it would go in hopes that the water might drown out the noise. After I lubed up, I glanced over my shoulder a final time to make sure Mia was still asleep and then thrust inside. The toy stretched around my girth. The top bulged obscenely as my tip expanded the walls beyond their normal capacity. I moaned softly, checking again to make sure Mia hadn’t stirred. Satisfied that she was still asleep, I began to work myself in and out. My eyes drifted closed, and my mind wandered into a familiar fantasy… I stood in a deserted locker room and finally started to change after everyone else had cleared out. A voice from behind made me jump. “Heyyyyy, Mildy…” I turned around just as Mia’s naked body pressed up against me. Feeling the rush of heat to my groin, I quickly squeezed my legs together as I felt my cock starting to stir. Mia leaned into me until my back bumped against the locker, leaving me little room to retreat. “H-h-h-hi… M-Mia…” “Listen, I need a quick five hundo and I hear you’ve got cash,” Mia swooned, softly stroking my cheeks. I nodded, completely hypnotized by her plump lips hovering inches from my neck. “It just so happens that I have something little virgin girl-cocks can’t get enough of…” She stood on her toes, and rubbed her heavenly cheek against mine as her lips approached my ear, “…and it’s a total steal at $500…” My hand didn’t consult my brain before it fished a wad of bills out of my bag, and handed the money over without even bothering to count it. Her demeanor completely changed as soon as she got what she wanted. She slipped the folded cash into her phone case and gave me a tiny peck on the cheek. “Alright, horse face. You've got three minutes…” Mia scoffed as she laid back on a bench and lifted her legs to expose her pussy. She didn’t even look at me as I disrobed, loudly watching videos on her phone. I hastily approached and shoved inside. The tight, soft folds stretched around me. I moaned. Mia yipped in surprise—finally looking down at her overstuffed pussy. "O-Oh… oh my god... Th-... that ain't real, is it? What the fuck!?" Her words barely reached my brain before my hips thrust forward, and buried more inside her. She continued to scream vulgar abuse between her stifled whines of pleasure. "OHH!... Oh my god. Aaahhhnnn... MMMhhh... Fucking... horse face... has a cock to match..." She hid her face in her hands and tried to stifle herself while I worked into a rhythm. Her phone clacked against the tile, dropped from her hand as her wet vulva slapped against my mons. The time showed that it had been 5 minutes. She was either blissfully unaware, or she no longer cared. "Sssstop... you're gonna... you're gonna ruin my pussy..." she moaned and wrapped her legs around me, "Your gross fucking horse cock is gonna break me!" I pressed my body down against hers and fucked her deeply against the bench. The little bump of her distended tummy poked against me every time I thrust home. She started to squirm playfully as my thrusts became more desperate. “Y-you better not put that disgusting cum inside me! You could knock me up! It’s so thick that it’ll never come out! You’ll mark my beautiful pussy forever!!” Each sentence shamefully heightened my arousal... and she knew it. “No one has ever cum this deep raw before! I’ll get pregnant for sure! I don’t want to have your gross nerd babies!” “M-my parents are... I’ve got a job lined up after University... I can buy you whatever you want.” “You just want to ruin my perfect body with your gross incel spooge!” She wrapped her arms around me, and hooked her feet around my waist, “Mildred Cheese, I will ruin your fucking life if you get me pregnant…” In spite of my rational mind, my hips wouldn’t stop. Ashamed and at the mercy of my lust, my copious release poured into Mia’s moist, velvety-soft depths. Her belly swelled slightly as my tip kissed her cervix, and spewed seed into her fertile womb. Streams of excess semen globbed out around my cock, and down her perfect ass. When I finished, the sound of stringy semen dripping from the gooey stalactites on the bench to the puddle below was audible throughout the room. As I laid on top of her, our bodies sticky with sweat, she yanked my hair to pull my ear to her lips. “You think I’m mean now? Wait until you see me preggers, Mildy... You’re my fucking bitch for life, understand? If I gotta take your last name, I’ll take your fucking soul too!” “I-I understand…” “Good girl… now clean up this fucking mess. Your hands are all gross and sweaty… so use your mouth instead.” “Y-yes, Mia…” I would moan, sticking my tongue out to lick up my release from her cream-filled cunt. ♛ I must’ve dozed off because the next thing I remember is having the feeling that someone was standing over me. Confused and half-asleep, I opened an eye. Millie smiled down at me warmly. “Good morning, Mia… I tried not to wake you… I just need to clean my pipes, so keep still…” “H-huh…?” I felt a warm stream across my cheek. Wait… was she…? “You seemed to be enjoying the warm shower so much… I couldn’t resist,” Millie sighed. She was peeing on me!? I reached out to swing at whatever parts I could hit as blind rage and disgust took control of me. She caught my arm with one hand, effortlessly twisted it behind me, and dropped her knee onto my back to keep me steady. I screamed in disgust, still trying to worm my way out of her grip by the time the lukewarm stream started to taper off. “Aahh… all better…” Millie let out a little shiver and a sigh of relief as she shook the last few drops off across my face. “I’m gonna fucking ki—” My threat was cut off by her soft cock snaking across my tongue. I bit down with everything that I had, my rage-filled heart anxiously awaiting a howl of pain and the taste of blood… but it never came. I opened my eyes as I realized that my teeth wouldn’t sink into it. It was like biting into hardened leather or something. There was a tiny squish, but after that, it was completely unyielding. Completely dumbfounded, I tilted my head to look at Millie’s warm, smiling face. “WEGGO!” “M-Mia, please…” Millie giggled, “I-If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna… get hard… again…” I already felt it starting to twitch and grow in my mouth. I pounded her hips and thighs with my free hand. “WEGGO! THOO ‘IIG!” Millie moaned as I panicked, the cock in my mouth already pushing down my throat. I squirmed, clawed, punched, and bit. Nothing even made her flinch. If anything, it just made her hog swell even faster. I looked up at her again, starting to get desperate as it was getting big enough to choke me. As on-brand as it would be for me to die choking on a dick, I wasn’t super-stoked about it happening before I even got to ho it up at college. She finally pulled it out just as my vision was starting to fade. “What the fuck is wrong with you!? Let go of me, you fucking freak!” I screamed. I swung again, but nothing seemed to phase her. It was like I picked a prison fight with Wonder Woman or something. “Shh… you’re so cute when you’re trying to be tough,” She slapped her weighty dick across my cheek a few times, “...but you’re being so mean! Making such a big fuss… like you don’t enjoy it at all!” I was trying to keep up the bad bitch act because I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. I cannot stress how hard it is to do that when the nerdy virgin has her fucking elephant dick resting on your face. “I don’t, you stupid cunt! Let me go!” She stepped around me and straddled the bench. I felt her cock leave another slimy trail of precum as it dragged down my back. “You had me so confused! Your little cock got so hard… but you acted so angrily! But now I’ve finally figured it out...” Millie pushed her cock up against my pussy as I struggled to free myself from the air-tight hold she had on my arm, “You’re just a paper tiger, aren’t you? You’ve been begging me to put in your place since you got here, right?” I opened my mouth to scream at her some more, but found myself without the words once I felt her cock rubbing up against my dripping pussy. My cock twitched uncomfortably, smashed between the bench and my body. Oh my god, she was right… Why was I enjoying this so much? What did she do to me!? “I’m sorry I didn’t take the hint before. You were sending me so many signals, but I’m just so oblivious sometimes...” My face felt like it was on fire. I tried to bring my other hand up to hide behind it, but she pulled it back to join the other one and locked her harpy talons around my wrists. “Don’t worry, Mia... you don’t have to talk. I understand you. You’re a filthy, submissive, size queen whore... but your ego is too big for you to admit it! So you’ll never be happy until someone pins you down and fucks you like the subby little bottom brat you are!” I opened my mouth to scream again, but my vocal cords stopped responding as her behemoth smashed through the gates. I squirmed around like a dying fish, my mouth agape as my body tried to adjust. My pussy squirted and squeezed around her as I climaxed, my completely neglected cock squirting another load onto the bench and against my tummy. “Mmm… See?~” Millie hummed, gently working her length inside, and stretching me deep, “Your pussy knows its master. We just need to work on your stubborn little brain…” I still groaned and kicked, but even I realized that my resistance was performative at this point. Even though it was completely humiliating, it felt so fucking good. A weak, pitiful orgasm rippled through me with every single inch she shoved inside. My pussy behaved like a good little cock sleeve, even as I kicked and screamed. “Keep telling yourself that, you freak! Your nasty, unsnipped dick isn’t going to give me anything but an infection!” I protested between my moans of pleasure. Millie chuckled and leaned over me, resting her chin on my shoulder.   “I think I know something that’ll make you a little more honest...” She cooed, switching to much more shallow thrusts. Wait… was she about to…? “M-Millie, pull out!” I moaned, looking over at her. “Nope!” Millie chirped, nuzzling against my cheek, “Your sweet lips tell only lies, Mia Kamiya… but your pussy is being so very honest. I bet you’ll cum your stupid whore brains out when I put a bun in your oven, right?” “M-Millie… I-I’m serious… I-it’s not safe today... you need to—“ I felt a familiar throbbing in her cock as she neared climax. I started to plead, accepting my helplessness. “M-Millie! I-I’m sorry I lied! P-pull out, and I’ll—” Millie bit her lip and hummed in delight. “Okay! I-I’m a s-subby little b-bottom brat! I love y-your huge c—cock ruining my sl-slutty pussy—“ “I know,” Mia cooed, softly stroking my cheek, “You’ll make an excellent mommy…” “NOOO—“ I screamed, as the first deluge of thick nut shot into my unprotected pussy. ♟ I jumped awake, almost toppling off the bench. I would have liked to call it a nightmare, but fear wasn’t exactly my body’s first response. I huffed in frustration as I sat up, the heat in my nether too intense to ignore. That stupid dream had made me so horny that I couldn’t stand it. I heard quiet moans coming from the other shower, but the steam on the glass prevented me from seeing much. Once I crept out of my glass prison, I was able to get a better look. Millie was completely lost, fucking a wall-mounted cock sleeve with reckless abandon. It was one of those disembodied pussy-ass-and-thighs things—the kind of sex toy that screams, "I've completely given up on getting another human to touch my boner.” I wondered if they made them for giant freak dicks like Millie’s, or if she had to get it customized to accommodate elephants. She must have spent a fortune on it either way—not to mention the power tools she must've needed to install that fucking thing on a marble wall. That’s about when I started to get angry. I fall asleep for ten minutes, and she had already moved on to a fucking pocket pussy? Hell no. The kid gloves were coming off. She wasn’t getting the “tell me if it hurts” treatment this time.   I was still dealing with some lingering frustration towards Dream Millie too. Real Millie was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. ♕ “Hi, Millie!” Mia hugged me tightly from behind precisely at the moment I reached my peak, “Having some fun without me?” Her warm, wet body squished against my back as my cock belched wads of sticky cum into the masturbator. I tried to compose myself, but I can’t say that I was very successful. It… wasn’t the most dignified scene, certainly—something I’m sure Mia reveled in. I have to admit that my body definitely responded to the treatment. “N-no, I-I just... I d-didn’t—” “Whatcha thinking about? Looked like you were having fun…” I tried to avoid looking, but she put a hand to my face, and guided my eyes to hers. Mia Kamiya had the face of an angel and the eyes of a demon; her gaze pierced through to your very soul. She could make you feel however she wanted without a single word.   I was sure she knew. I didn’t know how that would be possible, but I nearly had a panic attack trying to think of a way to explain myself. “W-well… um… th-the u-usual…” I looked back down at the sleeve, bulging with my trapped release—anything to avoid her eyes. “Oh?” She pressed firmly against me, and her perfect breasts squished against my back, “How about you let me help?” “W-well, I just fin—” Mia started rubbing her thick cock between my thighs, petting my neglected kitty with her perfect specimen. I trailed off into a hoarse moan as my cock surged back to life. I saw Mia’s eyes light up. and she reached over to play with the toy. “Oooh, this thing looks pretty expensive… What’s this button do?” She didn’t wait for an answer before pushing it, but the soft WHIIRRRRR of the vibrations gave her the answer. I writhed as the sensations overwhelmed me. “M—Mia… um… I-I can’t cum w-with just… the vibe...aaaahhhnnn…” “Don’t worry, Mildy… You’ll be squirting in no time…” The head of her cock brushed against my vulva and buried itself inside me an instant later. It wasn’t like when she penetrated me on the couch. It wasn’t rough, but it certainly wasn’t compassionate either. It was like she had forgotten my pussy was anything but a tool for her pleasure. I braced myself against the wall, overstimulated into a breathless silence. “Ooooh, Millie…” She swooned, her arms tight around my chest, “T-take it… all…” Hearing my name amongst her sweet, sensual moans almost pushed me over the edge by itself. I felt… desired. Maybe even a little… sexy? It was something of a new feeling for me. My brain was so fogged with arousal that I almost didn’t notice… “M-Mia, are you wearing a c-c-cond—” “No… f-fucking this cunt… raw,” Mia laughed, her face swimming with ecstasy, “I’ll pull out. Don’t worry…” The look in her eyes told me otherwise. For a moment, I considered letting her. My pussy wanted it so badly. My rational mind eventually burst through the fog, though I would come to regret that it did… “B-but we could… um… d-diseases…?” I muttered. Mia stopped, clearly a little upset at the implication. Things suddenly seemed very quiet as the mood plummeted. Why? Why was I like this? “Fine,” She huffed, pulling her cock from my pussy. I started to turn around to apologize. “M-Mia… I-I’m s—” “How’s THIS?” Mia slipped the tip of her girthy cock into my ass with a rather shocking fluidity of motion. My mouth fell agape. My ass twitched and spasmed around the thick intruder. Mia bit her lip and shuddered with pleasure as my untrained hole squeezed her cockhead. “Mmh… congrats, Mildy,” She sang, reveling in the sensation, ”There goes another V card…” “Nnngh… M-Mia it feels weird… I-I—” “Shhhh… relax, Millie. We’re almost at the fun part…” “B-But…” “Y’know what comes with a big fat girl cock on a little skinny nerd?” “M-Mia… I don’t—” Before I could finish the sentence, she slammed deep into my struggling anus. “Oh… god yes!” Mia moaned, taking a moment to enjoy the futile resistance of my internal muscles. “Nnnhh… mmmhhnn…” If you’ve ever had anything past a certain size inserted back there, you know the sounds I made were as unflattering as they were involuntary. “That’s right…” Mia continued, “…a big, fat, extra-sensitive butt-slut button!” I admit I had tried… experimenting with anal once or twice. I didn’t get past the uncomfortable stretching feeling before I stopped, and I certainly didn’t attempt it with anything nearly this thick. It was… nothing like I expected. I scraped my nails against the marble as noises I’ve never heard before crawled through my clenched teeth. Completely overwhelmed, my cock belched streams of precum with every twitch of hers. The weird, uneasy feeling in my guts was hard to ignore, but her soft moans and warm body made me want to endure it. I figured it would be like coffee, sort of. It tastes really bitter until you get used to it, but after you do, it becomes really enjoyable. Another part of me pointed out how stupid that sounded. If every cup of coffee came with a beer can shoved into your intestines, Starbucks probably would've gone out of business a long time ago. “P-p-please… d-don’t move yet,” My voice sounded like a cartoon lizard. She impatiently huffed and tapped her fingernails against my backside. It was a little strange how much I enjoyed that. Mia wanted to teach me a lesson now… and it was a lesson I very much wanted to be taught. I swallowed hard and braced myself. “O-Ok—“ I think Mia may have been right about the… “butt-slut button.” She started fucking my ass with hard, snappy thrusts, and torturously slow retreats. Every time her cock passed my sweet spot, beads of cum forced their way from the tip of my cock, packing the overstuffed toy even tighter. Her arms snaked around my body as she secured her grip tightly against me. Her hands cupped my breasts and began to massage them. My breath caught in my throat, and my whole body jumped a little. “Wow… you made more of a fuss about that than when I crammed my dick up your ass…” Mia teased, “Awe Miwwie’s widdwe B-cups shenshitive…?” I didn’t answer quickly enough, so she gave them a little pinch. I screamed. She smiled. Feeling her soft hands on them was almost too much to handle. Despite how sensitive they were, I wasn’t able to orgasm that way… so her tender massage only served to make my frustratingly heightened arousal even worse. The teasing went from playful to torturous as it dragged on. Mia’s hands worked my breasts like soft clay. Her shaft spread me wider than I would have thought possible, but the inconsistent, brief stimulation kept me from climax. The vibrations against my imprisoned cock had kept me inches from the edge for what felt like hours now. “M-Mia… p-please let me cum…” I cautiously begged. She pretended not to hear me. “I-I’m s-sorry… for what I said. Y-you feel so g—good… please…” She huffed and rolled her eyes. I expected a snide barb about my ill-advised disease comment earlier, or the gelled semen in her hair—both of which I would have deserved, admittedly. “Oh... is your little stroker not doing it for you anymore?” Wait... what? Was that what she was mad about? Why? “N-no? I only—” Mia’s long fingernails gently prodded my cheek as she cupped her hand over my mouth. I took it as my queue to stop talking. She put her lips up to my ear. “Listen, Millie… I’m a self-respecting ho. Now, I know self-respect isn’t reaaaally your forte, so I’ll spell it out for you…” Okay, that was… harsh. True… but harsh. “Hiring me to fuck, and then beating off in the shower? Very disrespectful. It’s like unwrapping a Big Mac at a five-star restaurant. I’ll be very honest, dear Mildred…” A cold chill ran down my spine as Mia’s voice dropped the temperature by at least 30 degrees, “...It makes me fucking mad.” My feelings about the verbal beating were somewhat complicated. The fire in my loins told me that my body had comparatively simple feelings about it, however. “I’m known to be kind of a bitch”—Mia roughly pinched my nipples—“when someone makes me mad.” My cry of pain and delight echoed around the large bathroom. For a moment, I thought I was going to cum, but Mia slowed her thrusts to a stop. “I-I didn’t th—think—” “No surprise there…” Mia cackled. “I-I saw y-you in the show—er! I-It got hard a-again! I-I thought y-you’d be mad, so I just... I’m sorry!” “Of course you got hard, stupid. I mean... just look at me,” Mia laughed, “You’re a smart girl, Millie... have I made myself clear?” “Very cl-clear! I-I p-promise!” “So who’s in charge of making you cum?” “You a-are!” “And what happens if you piss me off?” “I-I d-don’t get to c—cum...” A smile spread across her face as she pet my cheek. She started to adjust herself, and for a moment, I thought she was going to pull out… until she whispered in my ear again. “I’m about to change your life, dweeb…” Mia thrust forward, the new angle scraping her fat cockhead across my prostate. I had already started to cum by the second thrust, but Mia didn’t relent. “M-M-Mi—“ Mia put her hand over my mouth with a little more force. Her fingernails dug into my cheek. “Shut your fucking mouth and cum, bitch!” My goopy load was already forcing itself into the over-packed cock sleeve by the time that sentence was over. The top swelled up until it started to wobble with every thrust. Mia didn’t slow down, though. If anything, she just fucked me even harder. “Wanna see why even the ‘straight’ boys will suck my dick, Millie?” Mia’s breath was heavy with exertion and pleasure, and she let out a small laugh. Before I had any hope of answering, her brutal fucking became more calculated. With small, shallow thrusts, she pounded my sweet spot like a battering ram. My eyes rolled back as I moaned through her fingers. I was still in the middle of my first ejaculation, but Mia quickly slammed me to the brink of another. I braced myself against the wall when I started to lose control of my legs. My body didn’t seem to understand what was happening to it. I would have been a little confused myself if I had been able to think at the time. My urethra stretched to the point of discomfort as double-sized wads were forced through it with every spurt. The bulging silicone toy exploded from the sheer amount, splattering two or three loads worth of backed-up semen across my body as thick globs continued to bubble up from my abused phallus. My orgasm tapered off just as my legs were giving out. My softening cock dragged from the sleeve—escaping the suction with a wet pop. My face slid down the cum-slick white marble as I fell to my knees. I was so exhausted that the cum-covered remnants of the silicone pussy felt like a soft pillow against my face. I felt Mia’s delicate fingers grip my hair again as she pulled my face from the wall. “Open wide, Millie...” She cooed sweetly, furiously stroking her cock. In my half-lidded haze, I lunged forward to get my lips around it, but it moved back a little for some reason. Frustrated and dazed, I wrapped my arms around Mia’s hips and pulled. I hummed with satisfaction when my nose squished against her skin, and her warm cum began to spew into my throat.

Chapter 1 - Her Professor's Contagious Secret

Her Professor's Contagious Secret by Zmeydros Missy looks around the computer lab idly rubbing her scaly butt against the mesh of her desk chair. The pressure and movement helps a tiny bit with the aching in her loins. Her eyes drift across the other students scattered throughout the room. Even the feisty dolphin in the far corner is happily typing away. Is she the only one that finds coding unbearable?  That can't be. Nothing is as dull as this lab course. Her tail flicks in annoyance as she tries to fix her stupid program. Why product design majors need a programming course is beyond her. There's no point in paying attention, her code never runs. She flips her mouse upside down and pokes at it watching it teeter back and forth. Startled by a voice from behind her, she slams her knees against the bottom of the desk. "Missy!" All seven feet of Professor Heitken looms over her. Staring up at her professor’s proportionate-but-still-gigantic cleavage, Missy says, "Yes professor?" "This lab is the best way to prepare for the mid-term." The professor’s navy-blue scales are giving off a glossy sheen from this angle. Missy has to stifle her first syllable because it tried to become a moan. She tries again. "I told you that I’m ill today. Can I make up this lab over the weekend?" Professor Heitken takes a seat in the unoccupied chair next to Missy. Compared to her, the chair looks like dollhouse furniture. "The syllabus says that you’re allowed two absences without any questions asked. And you’ve used them both. If you were one of my TA’s how would you feel about me making you help a student who skipped out on a lab due to an unverified illness?" She sighs. "Pretty crappy." "May I touch you?" The professor asks. After leaping in her chest, Missy’s heart starts pounding. "Umm, of course, why ask?" "It’s just something I do. A habit I picked up from...It doesn’t matter." She puts her hand on Missy’s shoulder and looks into her eyes. "I understand you not enjoying this course. There were courses in my major that I detested. But, that said, I can’t overlook bad performance. Is there any way I can help you get this lab done? Anything you don’t understand or need a better explanation of?" With Professor Heitken this close, Missy catches something in the air. A spice that is unique to the dragon next to her. A spice that makes her tail curl. Her nipples start to tingle and she has to bite her lip to stop another moan. The longer the professor’s hand is on her shoulder, the more she has an urge to rub lewdly against the seat of her chair. The hotter she feels. "Professor, I need--" Missy cuts herself off. No! She can’t say that! She leans in, her ebony ram-like horns framing her face. "Yes? You can call me Amanda." "A-Amanda." Missy’s eyes shoot down to Amanda’s cleavage. No, she still can’t say that, she can never say that. No matter how much she wants it, there’s no way Amanda would want it too. Not now, not here. She pulls her eyes back up to Amanda’s face. "I can’t figure out what’s wrong with my code." Amanda nods and then sits up. "Scoot over and I’ll have a look." Missy rolls her chair to the side and Amanda slides in front of her computer. Watching her professor’s beautiful dragon muzzle and ears shift as she concentrates, Missy slips her right hand stealthily into her skirt. Her belly shivers as her cold fingers travel over it closer and closer to her needy folds. She leans her left shoulder lightly against Amanda’s right shoulder as she slips a finger inside. She’s so hot, so wet, so ready for Amanda to have her way with her. She breathes out a moan as quietly as she can, she’s already close. Stop! She has to stop! She can’t stop! And then it happens. Moaning a bit too loud and writhing in her chair, her face twists in orgasm. Amanda’s head shoots toward her just before she rolls her chair away from Missy. "Missy! What the F was that?" If she’d had any idea how good that would feel, she would have done it way earlier. High on the remnants of her ecstatic release, Missy says, "An orgasm." "Just because this is Tishen U doesn’t mean we don’t have guidelines for sexual behavior in the classroom. And that skirt, my syllabus says that students are to wear business casual attire in the classroom. That’s way too short! And the cleavage in your blouse, that’s a very low cut." Missy looks down at the glistening white gold scales of her cleavage and then looks at Amanda. "You made me come to class when I’m in heat! How else would you expect me to act?" Professor Heitken jumps up from her chair and looks over the class. "Missy and I are going to have a chat. I apologize for the distractions, but I cannot allow them to be used as an excuse for not finishing the lab." A red panda near the back corner says, "The sexual tension between you two is going to kill us if you don’t deal with it soon. Have you seen the way she looks at you? Who do you think she’s gonna want when she’s in heat? You’re like at the top of her list." "Hear that, everyone? If you want to read fanfiction about me fraternizing with students, Raymond has you covered." Everyone laughs. A grin creeps across Missy’s face. Amanda’s cheeks are darker, she’s blushing. Amanda frowns at Missy’s grin. "Up and to my desk. We need to have a discussion." She waits for Missy to stand up and then walks toward the front. Missy pants as she watches Amanda’s tail sway back and forth and is it her imagination or does Amanda’s red pantsuit make her big round ass look amazing! Her legs go weak and she falls to the side having to grab onto a chair to stay upright. Amanda turns around and says, "You okay?" "The heat’s so bad. I don’t think I can walk." She has to resist trying to finger herself again. Every instinct she has is telling her to mate with the big muscular dragon in front of her. Professor Heitken sighs. "Okay, after the chat, I’ll excuse you and send you to the nurse." "I don’t want to go to the nurse," Missy says, "I want to feel you stick your tongue in my--" she stops herself short of finishing that sentence. "Missy Elgens!" Amanda scoops Missy up into her arms and starts carrying her to the front. "We’re going to have some words." "You didn’t ask if you can touch me, I bet you just wanted to feel up my ass!" Missy rubs her bare ass against Amanda’s tree-branch-like biceps. She would have worn panties if she wasn’t out of her mind horny when she was getting ready this morning. "And no panties!?" Amanda tisks her tongue. "You’re not going to like our discussion." As Amanda sets Missy down in one of the chairs facing the front desk, Missy grabs Amanda’s tail. Amanda gasps and pulls her tail back before sitting down in the other chair. "We need to talk about your behavior. I know you’re in heat, but you shouldn’t finger yourself in the middle of class." She frowns as she edits her initial, very lewd, response. Pausing awkwardly as she changes out words, she says, "I’m sorry, I just, I’m so turned on by you I can barely think." "Y-you're attracted to me?" Amanda’s blush gets darker and her eyes soften. Missy rubs Amanda’s shin with her tail and gasps. "Attracted doesn’t even begin to describe it." Her hand shoots down her front and into her skirt. Her middle finger finds her clit and she starts rubbing. Just having Amanda look at her makes her need to get off. "Hey! Stop that!" Amanda gets out of her chair and grabs Missy’s hand. "Trust me, you don’t want me, it’s just your heat." She glares at Amanda. "I’ve wanted you since the first day of class. I’ve had crushes before, but this one--it’s like a fucking building fell on me." Her tail slides up the inside of Amanda’s leg. Amanda stares at Missy as her nostrils flex from her sampling the air. Her eyes glaze a bit and she lets go of Missy's hand. Then she shakes herself out of it and sits back down. "Trust me, you don’t want me. Things will get really complicated." "Get security..." The fire in Missy’s loins now burns so brightly that it searing her flesh. "...or send me to the nurse if you want..." Her skirt feels like loose gravel against her scales, so she slips it off. "...but I can’t wait any longer." She slips two fingers inside herself. "Missy, let’s talk about this, it’s just the heat, take deep breaths." Amanda fidgets in her chair and then grabs her tablet off the desk and frantically starts tapping on it. "We need to get you help ASAP. Just wait, please cover yourself." Missy moans out while squeezing her fingers with her snatch, "Sorry, can’t, have to--" She orgasms again but it’s like a cool breeze blowing on liquid gold. She adds a third finger. The tablet starts ringing and Amanda watches the screen while tapping her foot. "Missy, stop it or I’ll--" "Or. You’ll. What?" Missy barks out between breaths. "Because. I. Can’t. Stop!" The tablet falls from Amanda’s hands onto the floor as she grabs onto the arm rests. "No! Not now! Shit, shit, shit shit shit!" Amanda moans and growls before hurriedly lifting up her butt and struggling to get her pants off. A growing bulge in the front of her panties is tearing them at the seams. With her pants down, she carefully grabs the waist of her overtaxed lavender panties and tries to pull it over the bulge. Meanwhile the rips increase until one of her scaly blue balls isv poking out. "Yes!" Missy cums again when she sees the tapered tip of her professor's pulsing black prick break free of the tortured fabric. Amanda says, "Fuck it!" and uses a claw to cut her panties off. The glistening scales under Amanda’s balls betray her arousal and the presence of a snatch. Hottest thing Missy's ever seen just got hotter. She pulls her fingers out and leaps out of her chair toward Amanda, "Fuck, I need your dick! Shove it in, stuff me with it, cum in me, tie me!" "You're so vulgar!" Amanda jumps up from the chair and catches Missy by the shoulders holding her away from her body as her shaft reaches an alarming size. It’s proportionate, but she’s a very big dragon. A female dolphin near the back of the class cries out, "You’re a herm?" "Only when something sets me off." The dolphin asks, "It just grows in when you’re horny? How?" "Same reason we have a lab safety exam." She smiles and addresses the rest of the class. "Yes, your professor has a cock sometimes. I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of other amazing things in your lives. We live in a world of wonder and magic after all...feel free to take a fifteen-minute break to deal with...urges...but after that you must complete your coursework. Okay?" People in the class nod with wide eyes. Amanda nods. "Good! If you’ll excuse me, I have some business to take care of." She looks at Missy. "This is your last chance. If you go any further, you’ll h--Oh my!" Missy’s tail has wrapped around  Amanda’s cock and is stroking it. She can feel the ridges on the underside and the long two-lobed knot near the base. "Just hold me down and stuff me! I need it so bad!" "That’s it! Remember, you gave me permission to do this." Amanda grabs Missy’s sides and throws her atop the desk on her back. She pulls off her top and throws it to the side before ripping Missy’s top and bra off with her claws. Each of Amanda’s hands can easily cover one of Missy’s breasts. As Amanda does this, Missy delivers a litany of "Yes" and "Please." "You’re going to get exactly what you deserve." Amanda grabs Missy’s legs and lifts them up as she puts the head of her cock at Missy’s swollen slit.  Before Missy can beg any more, Amanda shoves the tip in. Missy orgasms right there. While she’s orgasming, Amanda turns on the document camera and positions it over their junction so the whole class can see just how much Missy is stretching. Amanda picks up the mic and turns it on. "Just to make sure your break is put to good use, Missy, here, is going to provide some entertainment. Behold, item a, how much dick can this four-and-a-half-foot tall dragon take? And, watch out for item b: Why Missy should have listened to me when I suggested there would be consequences." She shuts off the mic and tosses it into a chair. As Missy thinks about the fact that her pussy is now up for the entire class to see, Amanda starts shoving in.  Inch after inch disappears into Missy stretching her wider and wider. The hard, ridged flesh of Amanda’s prick has a wonderful friction against her incredibly wet walls. The stretching is glorious. Only half of Amanda’s cock is inside her and she feels wonderfully full. Throwing her head back and moaning, Missy sees the screen. She cums from the sight of her pussy spread wide by Amanda's girth. Amanda uses Missy's orgasmic spasms to slide in deeper and deeper. Another orgasm hits her as Amanda's knot rubs at her swollen heat-engorged lips. She's used big toys, but she had no idea her body could do this! "Harder!" she begs. Amanda growls and pulls back before ramming her more-than-foot-long meat inside. Her heavy balls spank Missy's ass over and over as she gets railed on top of the desk. Her heat-laden body is over the moon. She swears she sees sparkles and hearts dancing in her vision. It's just so satisfying! Amanda having a cock is the best thing that's ever happened to her! And she's about cum so hard! Then Amanda pulls out. "Whew, that was close. I can't do it to you. It wouldn't be fair, you're just in heat." Missy's body feels empty, angry. Every part of her is throbbing and she needs one thing to allay this torturous need. Her mind desperately cobbles together words. "No! I-I need...Please, you have to cum inside me." "You don't underst--" "I don't care! Shut up! Finish inside me. I'm begging you!" Amanda growls so loud that she shakes the entire desk as she shoves her dick  in up to the knot. She thrusts hard and fast until she's at the edge. Then, in one big push, she pops her knot inside Missy. As Amanda's seed spills out into Missy's depths, Missy has the biggest orgasm of her life. She entwines her tail with Amanda's and grabs the bigger dragon's massive breasts. The erect nipples press against her palms as they writhe against each other. Amanda feels over Missy's body as she shoots load after load inside her. Her hands find Missy's wide hips, shapely butt, and supple tits. Amanda roars in ecstasy as the height of her release hits. Missy's eyes get wet as she roars with Amanda. In this moment, it's clear. Amanda was totally into her all along. She put up a good fight, but Missy's heat made it impossible for either of them to hold themselves back. A few seconds after Amanda's last orgasmic moan, she pants out, "I'm sorry." "About what?" A tingling in Missy's crotch just above her clit draws her hand. A tiny sheath and balls push up against it and a wave of pleasure radiates out to every part of her body. "Gah!" Amanda hangs her head. "I'm so sorry." Rubbing that growing flesh, Missy moans. "It feels so good!" She grabs Amanda's hand and puts it on the expanding mound of sensitive scales. "More!" Her pussy shifts a bit making room as her new set of genitals pushes up against Amanda's palm. Every bit of growth is like a espresso shot of ecstasy. Her shaft starts poking out of her sheath and Amanda wraps her hand around it.  As Amanda strokes, she says, "You're fine with this?" "Yes!" Even though she's tied to Amanda, she does her best to thrust. The movement of Amanda's knot inside her makes both of them gasp and groan. Her balls hang lower and lower until they're draped over where their bodies are joined. Missy sniffs the air as a new urge builds inside her. She moves her tail tip to Amanda's sex and shoves it in. As Amanda moans and loses her grip on Missy's phallus, Missy says, "Someone needs a dicking!" Amanda blushes deep and raises her tail before she realizes what's happening and puts her tail back down. "Nah, I'll be fine. Let's just get you off." "Are you sure? I bet you want to catch my first load with your pussy." Professor Heitken moans and lifts her tail as Missy presses her tail deeper inside her professor's muff. Missy's shaft is reaching a foot long, way bigger than what would normally be on a frame as small as hers. She grins at it with pride. The balls hanging under it feel big and productive. She grabs Amanda's breasts and hefts them. Then she brings a nipple up to her mouth and starts to nibble as she wiggles her tail inside Amanda. "Oh my!" Amanda cries as she struggles to continue the hand job she was giving. "The moment you pop out, I'm gonna shove my dick in you and make you call my name!"  Missy switches to the other nipple.  "You're so vulgar!" This time it sounds like a compliment and Amanda's spice is thick in the air. Tugging at Amanda's girthy nipples with her fingers, Missy says. "You're gonna need me as much as I needed you!" "Haah!" Whatever Amanda was going to say is interrupted by her passion-filled breaths. Her snatch gets hotter and slicker as Missy fills it with her tail. When Amanda bites her lip to avoid moaning more in front of the class, Missy starts nipping and licking at her breasts again. Amanda cums. That giant snatch tugs powerfully at Missy's tail making her wish she had her cock in there already. She's never felt this on top of the world, this powerful. Her eyes lock on to her shaft as it starts to bounce and something feels like it's pushing up from the base. Oh how badly she wants this to happen, her cheeks feel like they're on fire as she stares waiting for her first spurt of semen. Amanda's hand wraps around the base of Missy's cock. "You said your first load was for me!" She bares her teeth at her student as she scolds her. "AAAH!" Missy cries out as her orgasm is stopped in its tracks.  There's a fire in Amanda's eyes, a lust so strong that Missy nearly cums again just seeing it. Moving her hips back, Amanda grunts and pulls while holding Missy down. Missy is so surprised by Amanda's sudden attempt at extraction, that she can't find any words. The tugging makes her hiss through her teeth. Then she hears a wet sucking sound as the knot pops out and she starts making a mess of the floor. Standing up, she stares at her classmates many are sans pants, some fucking each other, others just stroking or fingering themselves is an image Missy will cherish for the rest of her life. She did that! Blushing, Missy turns around to focus on the only person in the room she actually cares about. Amanda is positioning one of the love seat-like chairs so it's facing the desk. When she's done, she leans over the desk and lifts her tail. Spreading her large plump pussy with her free hand, she looks into Missy's eyes and says, "Do it!" Missy growls in arousal and hops onto the chair Amanda positioned. She's almost at the perfect height. Wrapping her hand around her shaft, her breath catches in her throat. Her equipment is so big and hard and sensitive! As she aims it, her heart starts to race. She can't believe she's about to do this.  Just before she thrusts the tip of her ridged prick into her professor's puffy folds, she stops herself.  "Do what? I want to hear you say it." "Stick your damn prick in me!" "And?" She gives her instructor a toothy grin. "Come on, let the class hear you can say it. I know you want me to cum ins--" "Fuck you!" With a roar of frustration, Amanda's tail hooks around Missy's bare buttocks and pulls her hips forward. The slick silky heat of Amanda's pussy envelops Missy's disproportionately large shaft in one smooth motion. The sensation of each ridge popping inside is so intense that Missy feels as though time has slowed to a crawl. She stares down in disbelief as this new and amazing part of her anatomy disappears inside Amanda. She can see that even Amanda's high-capacity entrance must stretch to accommodate her. Then she feels her balls come to rest against Amanda's.    Her uninflated knot has popped in and heat spreads across every square inch of scales on her body. Every bit of her blushes as she becomes fully aware that everyone in the class can see that she just hilted herself in the professor. Impossible. "Move those hips!" Amanda commands. With her heart thumping so hard that there's a throbbing in her ears, Missy grabs Amanda's wide hips and pulls back. Just a little at first, pulling out enough that she can slam back in. Soon, her thrusts are nearly the full length of her cock because she can't get enough of the sensation of her tip entering Amanda's erotic embrace. Having a rhythm, she frees her right hand so she can fondle her breasts. It's what Amanda's doing with her free hand and it feels amazing stimulating her breasts and her cock at the same time. Amanda's moans and growls and the smacking of their scales against each other ground Missy in the reality that she's actually doing this. She gropes Amanda's ass nearly getting off on how big and powerfully muscled it is. When her knot gets too big to slip in, an urge to bury it builds.   Amanda calls out, "Gonna, ahh, cum!" Just hearing Amanda say this is enough to put Missy over the edge. As cum starts spilling forth from her shaft, she jams her knot in Amanda spreading her even more. They both roar so loud that people  in the class duck. As she fills her professor's satiny passage, she leans down and caresses her back. They stay like that, panting and cuddling, for several minutes before Amanda says, "Tell you what: I'll guide you through the lab on the weekend if you let me help you with your heat until it passes, deal?" Missy kisses along Amanda's spine making Amanda shiver and murr. "Deal." THE END If you want to support my writing, see hot commissions I got to go with my stories, and see my stories months to a year early, click here to become a patron on my Patreon OR click here to subscribe to my Subscribestar!

Chapter 1 - After

Dario picks up his girlfriend and has her legs wrap around him. He held her hips close and kissed her neck. Sayuri rubbed his back and smiled. Her body was already warm and it got him more excited.  "I can tell you're already enjoying this my beautiful dragon." He whispers as his hand grabs her ass.  "I always do it with you." Sayuri rubbed his back more," How can you tell though?"  "Being cold blooded and getting turned on is a dead giveaway."  Sayuri smiles and kisses his neck. She rubs his back and bites his neck gently. Dario laid back a little and enjoyed it as his girlfriend gave him love marks. He held her close and held her hand.  "I have a new thing to try out if you don't mind my love." Dario kisses behind her ear and whispers. His voice in her ear made Sayuri shiver with pleasure. He gently pulls down the straps of her tank top. She got interested and kissed his cheek.  "Show me more." Sayuri looks into his eyes. She had a look he had ever seen before. She seemed to glow more than ever. He smiles and slowly undresses her. First off was her shirt and pj bottoms. Next was taking her bra and panties off. Dario would kiss her boobs as he undressed her. Stopping for a second to look her over. Even though she was Japanese, Sayuri had some curves. Dario kissed any part he felt was necessary, which was wherever he took reach. This made her giggle and smile.  "Is this all?" She asked and smiled.  "No. I just like looking at who makes my life enjoyable and complete." He couldn't help but flatter her more. Enjoying her giggles of appreciation," you make it worth living again."  "I know the feeling." She kisses his cheek and smiles," Now can we continue with your idea?"  Dario nods and picks her up to set her on the end of the bed. He took off his shirt and unzipped his pants. Sayuri watches and places her hands on his, helping him undress. After he picks her up again and flips her on her stomach. "This is interesting already." Sayuri looks over her shoulder at him. Once both of their clothes were off Dario rubs the back of her thighs and front slowly. She takes a deep breath and grabs the sheets.  "Are you ready for the rest?" Dario gently touches her ass and squeezes it.  "I'm all yours Dario~" she giggles.  He doesn't wait and puts a finger in. He didn't go deep or fast this time, but just enough to get her going. He smiles and gently touches the back of her thighs and lower. Sayuri pulled on the sheets and closed her eyes. Soon adding two fingers and going deeper. Switching between having one finger to two. Slowly gaining speed as well. She bites her lips but lets out a few sounds.  Dario gently ran his other hand down her back. Taking his hand away from inside her and touching her thighs more. Leaning in to kiss her back.  Sayuri was warm and moaned a little. Hearing her enjoy the pleasure he is giving makes him smile and want to please her more. He wanted to be close to her and kissed every inch of her body. Dario kisses the back of her neck and down her spine. She lays out flat on the bed and enjoys his kisses. His warm lips made her feel good and relaxed.  His hands go to her sides and up. Gently grabbing her boobs and playing with them. Sayuri moans more and pulls on the sheets. He got rough playing with her.  Sayuri turns and lays on her back. To tease him she pushes up her boobs and plays with them. Playing with herself to hopefully get him going more. Dario watched as he touched himself a little.  "Could you continue with the kisses? Your lips are so warm." Sayuri asked softly and acted innocent. She giggles and smiles. He nods and sits between her legs. Starting with her leg and moving up her body.  "Yes, Watashi no joō." Dario smiles as he kisses every inch of her legs. Moving to her stomach and boobs. Once he finished kissing her body they looked into each other's eyes.  "I'm your Queen?" Sayuri asked and blushed.  "Of my world." He kissed her lips and adjusted himself, so he was on top. Sayuri smiles as they kiss and wraps her legs around his hips. She moans a little with a low sigh and adds, "You're my king."  Dario smirks as he slips inside her. Sayuri's eyes widen as she takes a deep breath. No matter how many times they did this, it made her feel amazing. Her legs wrapped around him tightly. Dario started off slow and gentle. Sayuri moves her body with his.  He took this as her wanting more. Adjusting himself again, Dario went faster. Sayuri lets out a few sounds. He adjusted himself again to pound his dick inside her. Sayuri arches her back and moans.  They kissed until they got tired. Both breathing heavy and sweaty. Dario wrapped his love in a blanket right away," I need to shower right away my love. I have a meeting in the morning."  "Go ahead. I'm going to get dressed."  "Well, I'll be in just my boxers afterwards." He teased her.  "Now I don't want to get dressed."  "How about you join me?" Dario wraps his arm around her and nuzzles. He was like a small puppy wanting more attention. No matter how much Sayuri would shake her head, he tried more. He knew how to be tempting for anything.  "We both know how that'll turn out." She was tired one last time.  "Maybe that's what I'm expecting."  "You naughty boy."  Dario laughs and smiles his best to get her to join. He nuzzled into her side more. His tired eyes made it a little difficult. She takes his hand and kisses it.  "Time next I promise."  "Okay, I won't bother you about it anymore." Dario kisses her forehead and smiles.  After the shower, Dario just had his boxers on. He came out of the bath with the towel around his shoulder. Drying off his hair he looks over to Sayuri. She was laying around a couple blankets to keep warm.  "Did you purposely walk out like that?" Sayuri asked.  "I honestly thought you would be asleep by now." Dario chuckled,” Wishing you joined me?” "A little." 

Chapter 0 - First Time

Sayuri hugs him from behind," Kitsune isn't here right now. I've been by myself for hours…." She sounded sad as she spoke," She doesn't trust me with anything so I can't keep myself busy."  "I'm sure I can convince her to allow you to do something." Dario reassured her," What would you like to do if I can convince her?"  "Reading is a good way to pass time. Maybe a few books." She answers.  "Anything you want to do now?"  He could tell how lonely she was. Wanting to help her in some way was the least he could do.  "There is one thing, but I don't know if you can handle a dragon." Sayuri suggested.  "Trust me I can." Dario takes her hands and places them lower on him. Sayuri made her way to unzip his pants and put her hands in. Feeling around for his dick, Dario took a deep breath. He stops her for a second," maybe we should go into the room we have set up for you. Just in case."  "Scared of Kitsune walking in on us?" Sayuri asked.  "I'm more worried about what she'll see me do to you." Dario smirks.  "What would that be?" Sayuri asked.  "You would have to wait and see."  Sayuri becomes interested as she leads him to her room.  Sayuri pulls off Dario's shirt and looks over his body. She could tell he had just started to take lifting weights seriously. Wanting to see more of his body, Sayuri pulls down his pants a little.  "Are you getting curious already?" Dario asked.  "Yes. I might have heard from a spider friend of ours how good you are."  "How long have you been planning on this then?" Dario asked. "For a while but I wanted to have you on board as well."  Dario pulls her close and kisses her neck. As he does, he whispers to her," I wanted to as well but we got busy."  Sayuri giggles as she enjoys his kisses. Holding him tight and close to receive more," How long are we talking?"  "The night we meant, at the bar." Dario recalls," I wanted to look into your eyes as I topped you."  "Well nothing is stopping you now." Sayuri smiles.  Dario smirks as he takes her hands. He pulls her close," I want to see what you had planned first. "Sayuri's hands wandered down his waist again and put her hand in his boxers. She gently touches him to see his reaction. Dario lets out a sigh," should I sit before you get touchy on me?"  "Nervous that you're going to enjoy it too much?"  "I know I'm going to. I just want both of us to be comfortable."  "Comfort is key."  Dario sits on the edge of the bed and watches as Sayuri strips him down. He could feel his body was already excited for what she had in store. Sayuri pulls off his pants and boxers to reveal his dick. She kneels down in front of him and begins to rub his staff. Starting off slow and gentle to get him going.  Once in a while she would kiss and lick his tip. Dario leans back a little as he enjoys her love. Letting out a few pleasuring sounds to let her know how much he was enjoying it. She soon would become rough playing with him. After only a few minutes, Dario's dick was hard as a rock. Any moment he was going to cum.  "Maybe I should stop it here." Sayuri teases.  "Please continue~" He begged.  Sayuri smirks as she stands. Slowly taking off her own clothes and teasing him. Turning around to show off her ass as she takes off her skirt and panties. Watching, Dario smirks as he enjoys the show. Sayuri bent over so her ass was in the air.  "Do your worse~"  Dario gently rubs a finger against her lower. Teasing her to see her reaction. He switches between one and two fingers in her. Not going in too deep at first.  "You really do know how to please a woman." She smiles  "Please or tease?"  "Both."  He smirks and pulls her onto his lap. Gently fingering her at first before getting rough. He kisses her neck and back as he does. One hand groped her boobs. Sayuri begins to climax as Dario rubs his tip along with his fingers. Picking her up a little to slide his dick inside slowly and not fully down. Sayuri moans loudly as she places her hands on his knees. Gently lifting herself up and down his dick. With both hands free, Dario gropes both of her boobs. After a few minutes of this Sayuri could feel herself getting close. She hadn't had this happen in years.  "More please~" Sayuri asked.  "How much more?" Dario whispers in her ear.  "So much more." Sayuri begs.  Dario holds her close as he stands. Placing her on the bed as he tops her. Dario stands ready as he rubs his own dick staring at her body. Sayuri sits up to help him. As he begins to cum, Dario slides his dick into Sayuri. Helping him slide in and out of her soaked pussy. Going faster and faster as he could feel Sayuri getting close. Her body language said it all.  He leans in and kisses along her neck, boobs, and lower. Making sure to kiss her scales in those spots too. Sayuri grabs the sheets and pulls on them. Dario rubs her inner thighs with one hand. He could feel her normal cold skin was getting warm. Making sure to use the last of his energy to get her to climax. He spreads her legs open more and goes in deeper. After going harder on her, Sayuri reached her max. She let out the loudest moan of the night. With her head in the clouds, Sayuri felt her body become weak. Dario begins to slow down and takes one of her hands, kissing it gently.

Chapter 1 - Poison Ivy & Harley Quinn: A “Quiet” Night in Gotham

It was late on Saturday night and in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Gotham City the super villainess known as Poison Ivy had spent the last few weeks working hard on creating a new breed of killer plants ever since escaping from Arkham Asylum. Poison Ivy whose real name was Pamela Isley sat at a lab table she had set up in the middle of a large room and was checking the progress of her experiments in some test tubes, taking out a pad and pen from the pocket of her white lab coat that she wore over her super villain costume she began making notes. Ivy smiled to herself, her experiments were going well and the hideout was nice and quiet “HIYA RED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” ............. Well, almost quiet!   Ivy closed her eyes in frustration and took a deep calming breath as her partner in crime Harley Quinn approached from her own part of the hideout, she was wearing a pair of short denim cut offs, an oversized white shirt and barefoot with her long blonde hair tied up in two pigtails “Ya still working on your mutant vegetable monster army huh?” she called over in her high pitched New Joisey accent but Ivy was too engrossed in her work to answer her, not one to be discouraged Harley walked up closer to Ivy and tried again “Hello-oooo! Earth to Poison Ivy! HEY! YA DEAF OR SOMETHING?!” she screamed as she jumped up and down while waving her arms about wildly. Finally Ivy slammed down her notes and turned round to face her loud friend   “Yes Harley what is it?” She responded with a calm voice which contained a twinge of anger at being interrupted from her important work.  “Finally! Jeez it’s been like trying to talk to a wall! Look its Saturday night and I’ve been thinking, we’ve both been stuck hiding out here ever since we escaped the looney bin and it’s been soooooo boring that I think we deserve a night out on the town!” Ivy just glared at her friend and turned back to her research “Sorry Harl but my work is very near completion so I don’t have time for any foolish distractions” “Aww come on Red, think about it! We get all dressed up and hit the nightclubs or something? Cute guys fawning over us and buying all our drinks, it will be fun!” “Sure Harley,” Ivy said mockingly “That won’t get the cops or the Bat straight on our case so they can haul us right back to Arkham!” Hearing this Harley went silent and started pacing back and forth behind Ivy for a few minutes, then an idea hit. She stopped her pacing and began rocking back and forth on her heels with her hands behind her back then spoke up again   “Look Red, the truth is I’m getting really worried about you. You haven’t taken a real break for over a week, it’s not good to work yourself ragged like this. You need a change of scenery at least” Ivy put down her notes and gentle rubbed her temples. She realised Harley was right in her own insane way, constantly looking nonstop at plant data was starting to get to her “Maybe I could use a break.....” she thought to herself but knew she couldn’t risk going outside and having her plans ruined by getting caught. After several moments of silence she turned to Harley “Ok here’s the deal, I will take the rest of the night off and we do something fun together BUT we don’t leave the hideout and I get to start back on my research without any distractions first thing in the morning, deal?” Harley squealed with delight upon hearing this “DEAL!!!!!!” she exclaimed excitedly as she ran up behind Ivy and gave her a big hug that almost made Ivy drop one of the test tubes “Ok I got a great idea that will help you have fun that’s also guaranteed to help you relax to! Just give me 20 minutes to get everything ready ok?” “Sure fine Harley, in the meantime I’m gonna keep on working” Ivy said but Harley had already disappeared back to her half of the hideout, Ivy just shrugged her shoulders and returned to her research.   Sometime later Ivy again heard Harley approaching her, turning round she saw Harley was now wearing her red & black jester’s costume with black domino mask “Times a-wasting Red!” she said with glee. Ivy just sighed as she saved her data then stood up and removed her lab coat revealing her own costume comprised of a dark green one piece leotard with matching knee high boots and elbow length gloves along with lighter green full fashioned nylons. She then removed her hair clip allowing her long red hair to flow free and drop against her shoulders “Ok so what’s the plan Harley? Pizza and a movie?” Spin the bottle?” “You’ll see.....kinda because I need you to put this on” she passed something to Ivy “A blindfold? What’s going on?”Ivy said confused as she looked at the length of white material “Aw come on Red, just do it ok? I promise you’ll have a great laugh!” Ivy trusted Harley more than any other person on Earth so she decided to play along, tying the long piece of fabric around her eyes she then felt Harley walk behind her to check the knot “Happy now?” said Ivy who was feeling quite silly “Almost, now tonight I need you to trust me completely ok? Everything we do is for your benefit!” Ivy let out a bemused sigh then said  “OK I trust you, so can we just get started already” “You betcha!”   Ivy then felt Harley gently take her right wrist in her hand and tugged on her arm “This way Red!” Harley called as she led Ivy by the hand deep into her domain, while Ivy’s section was in order with little in the way of furnishings beyond her lab and huge plant collection, Harley’s was a salute to pure chaos with discarded junk food containers and several stuffed animals strewn all over the floor along with random splashes of paint on the walls. Soon they stopped and Harley put her hands on Ivy’s shoulders to help her turn around 180 degrees then helped her walk backwards for a few steps “Ok, here we are and remember NO PEEKING!”Harley commanded while under her blindfold Ivy rolled her eyes at her friend.   Ivy then felt Harley slowly remove her green gloves one at a time and drop them to the floor making a small thud “Hey, what the...” Ivy said with confusion “Uh uh uh, full trust tonight remember?!” Harley said reassuringly “Ok fine, are we done yet?” “Almost” Ivy then felt Harley run her hands down her left leg following the seam of her nylons and heard the unzipping of her boot, Harley then lifted Ivy’s leg slightly and pulled the boot off leaving her size 6 foot wiggling as it touched the cold concrete floor then the same thing was repeated with the right foot. Now wearing only her leotard and nylons Ivy felt herself being sat down in a chair. Sitting with her hands in her lap she then felt Harley lift her legs off the ground and placed each one on a padded attachment that made them stick out in the air while spread apart.   “Comfy?” Harley asked as she walked behind Ivy, gently touching her long red hair as she did so “I guess so, can I take this silly blindfold off now?” “Not yet!” Harley said as she picked up Ivy’s left wrist and held it upwards to bring it towards another padded attachment so her arm was now diagonally pointing outwards. Ivy then felt something odd happen, before she could react a leather strap had been buckled around her wrist holding it in place “Hey!?” Ivy shouted out but before she knew it Harley had quickly done the same to her other arm as well, now both arms were held up as though she was a cheerleader making a “Y” pose with her arms. Ivy began trying to get free but she heard Harley calmly say “Trust, remember?” so she stopped struggling, Harley then proceeded to strap down her ankles in place to followed by more attaching more straps at her upper arms and above her knees. Confident that Ivy was now secured in place Harley removed the blindfold making Ivy blink a couple of times in the light as Harley stood back to admire her handiwork. Ivy now saw she was in some kind of bondage chair in the centre of a large room  “This is not what I was expecting Harl, what’s the big idea?” Harley walked back behind her and leaned in close to gently speak in Ivy’s left ear.   “Well like I said I know you’ve been working non-stop since we got here so decided you need a break. Remember I said we’re gonna have loads of laughs....” she trailed off as she lightly grazed her fingers against Ivy’s bare left underarm “What do you mean....EEEEK!!!” Ivy let out a giggle at this, then began to slowly panic “Oh... oh no! You don’t mean that right? You wouldn’t? That’s just cruel!” “Sorry Red but this is for your own good! As they say, laughter is the best medicine!” with that Harley unleashed all her fingers which swiftly made contact with both Ivy’s underarm’s! “HAHAHAHAHAHA HHAAAARRRRLLLLLEEEYYYY!!!!! THHHIIISS IIIIISSSNNNNT WHAHAHAHAHAAAATTT IIII WWAAAAHAHAHANTEEEEDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ivy screamed as her whole body began thrashing about against the bonds to escape but she was held in place too well “Awww you have such a sweet, sexy laugh Red, and I’ve got our whole evening planned out to listen to it all night!” “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA NOOOOOO!!!!!!! STOOOOOPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Ivy called out but Harley just ignored her “Nope, sorry Ivy. You said you would trust me, well this is all part of the tonight’s plan so you need to trust me that this is all for the best!” her fingers then started exploring up and down Ivy’s sides, she tried to move away from them but it proved impossible “HAHAHAHAH NOOOOOOOO FFFAAAAAIIIIIIRRRR!!!!!! YOOOOOHAHAHAUUUU DIIIIIIIIDDDNNNTT SAAAAAYYY YYOOOUU WOOOUULLDDD BEEEE TIIIICCCKKLLLLIIIIIIIINNNNGGGG MMEEEEEEEEE HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!” Ivy protested through her laughter   “Hey you want a verbal contract then call a lawyer!” Harley retorted as she continued alternating between tickling Ivy’s sides & underarms for several more minutes before stopping. Ivy’s body collapsed down into the chair while breathing heavily, once she finally stopped laughing she spoke “HA HA HA HA, ok you made your point Harley, I need to laugh more and lighten up, now stop this before someone hears all this commotion and calls the cops” “Come on Red you don’t get off that easy! I know you used your plant powers to cover the building with your special vines to make this place both sound proof and block out our heat signatures! You know I do pay attention sometimes right?” Ivy began to get worried, Harley was indeed correct and she had promised her an evening of fun but was she really going to tickle her all night? Ivy regained her composure and spoke up in a stern voice “Ok jokes over Harley, untie me right now or I call my plants to get me out of here!” Hearing this Harley stood up and walked round to face Ivy, she stared at her friend for a few moments then put her hands on her shoulders and calmly spoke “No you won’t Ivy, you promised that you would trust me all night, yes? Well I’m holding you to that until I say when we’re done here” Ivy gritted her teeth, she had promised Harley and she knew her friend would never actually hurt her, but still she absolutely hated being tickled! She looked away and shut her eyes “Damn it......ok you’re right I promised” she finally said   “GREAT!” Harley cheered, “Well then times a-wasting!” she then sat down in a yoga position with her legs crossed by Ivy’s right foot “Oh no not there!” Ivy began to say but it was too late as Harley began running her fingers over her nyloned arch “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA KKNNNNNOOOOCCCKKK IIIIIIIIIIIIT OOOOFFHAHAHAHA!!!!!!” Ivy again tried to pull free but the straps kept her firmly in place, Ivy started moving her foot around wildly to escape from Harleys fingers so Harley just grabbed her foot and held back her toes to tickle along the arch and undersides of her toes making her scream. The sight of her normally composed and stoic friend slowly lose control made Harley smile to herself “AWWWW, WATSSAMATTA WED? IS DA BIG BAD POIWSON IVY A WITTLE BIT TICKWISH? She began taunting gleefully, Ivy was getting mad now “HAHAHAHAH YOOOOUUUU KNOOOOWWWW IIII AAAAMMM!!!!!! WHHHHAHAHAHEEEENNN IIII GEEEET OOOOOUUUTTTTAAAHAHAAHA HHHEEEEEERRRRREEEE YOOOOHAHAHAUUUUURRRRREEEEE GOOOOOONNNNAAAA PAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” “Ooooh I’m so scared!” came the sarcastic response, Harley knew what she was doing and that Ivy would never actually make good on these threats   After 10 minutes of torturing Ivy’s foot Harley granted a small break and once more Ivy started pulling desperately at the straps as soon as she had regained her strength but to no avail, meanwhile Harley went to the kitchen area and returned with a bottle of water which Ivy gratefully drank from. Once Ivy was done Harley walked over to her left foot “Please Harley, please STAAAAAAHHAHAHAHHAAPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!” Ivy’s pleading tone instantly changed to a desperate laugh as Harley’s nimble fingers began running over both her foot and inner thigh! As before Harley chose her spots to tickle randomly which made it impossible for Ivy to predict and prepare herself for the tickling, once Harley began tickling a new spot all she could do was desperately try and move away without much success, her nylons didn’t help the situation either as the silky sheer fabric against her skin added to the tickling sensation making it even worse “HAHAHAHAHAHASTTTTAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!” she begged. Harley then moved closer and began tickling both her inner thighs at once making Ivy jump as her ticklish flesh was slowly tormented “HAHAHAHHA OOOOOOOHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHA GGEEEETTT OOOFFFFAAAA MEEEEE!!!” this continued for another 20 minutes before Harley lessened the tickling and looked up at her weary friend   “Having fun yet?”  “HA HA HA HA, NO!!!!!” Ivy shouted between deep breaths, she wasn’t used to being under someone else’s control for this long “Oh that’s a shame”, Harley said mockingly “Looks like I’ll have to kick things up a notch then!” she said with a wink, she knew Ivy was really daring her to go even further. Harley cart wheeled away into her bedroom and the sound of items being thrown around soon followed. Ivy just sat in the chair trying to regain her strength for the next upcoming tickle assault. Harley soon returned carrying a large cardboard box marked “TOYS” and set it down behind the chair, she then removed her own gloves and jester boots showing off her red and black nails and RHT nylons – one foot in red and the other in black. After helping Ivy drink some more water she then re-blindfolded her and whispered gently into Ivy’s ear “Hope you’re ready for round two Red!” Ivy just took a deep breath and prepared herself for whatever was next “Bring it on!” she said defiantly   Ivy then heard Harley start rummaging through the box behind her and a few seconds later heard Harley walk around to her right foot. Ivy jumped as Harley then began to lightly tickle the arch, even though she knew it was coming! Now that her gloves were gone Harley’s sharp nails tickled even worse than before as she applied them to various points of Ivy’s foot, then without warning she felt Harley start to tear the nylon open leaving her slender bare foot exposed “HEY! THOSE NYLONS ARE EXPENSIVE!” Ivy shouted out in anger “Oh please,” Harley countered back “I’m sure you just walked into some fancy store and kissed one of the assistants to convince him to give you them for free!” she watched as Ivy’s helpless bare foot moved around to try and avoid her sharp nails, Ivy used a special mix of plant extracts to keep her skin including her size 6 feet in great shape and they were complimented with a deep green shade of nail polish. Ivy went silent before speaking again “.......THAT’S NOT THE POINT! I DONT WANT YOU TO ARRRRGGGGGHHH” Ivy then heard a hissing noise as she felt something cold land on her toes, it felt weird whatever it was “WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?” she shrieked “Here I’ll show ya” Harley said, Ivy heard the noise again then she felt the back of Harleys hand brush gently against her cheek “Open wide Red” Ivy obeyed and opened her mouth where Harley inserted the tip of her index finger to let Ivy taste what was on it, Ivy instantly recognised what it was and started to panic, it was whipped cream!   “NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! YOU’RE NOT DOING THAT! GET AWAY FROM MY FOOT RIGHT NOW!!!!” Ivy shouted out as she began to wildly thrash around but Harley was already back by her bare foot, Ivy tensed up as Harley blew softly along her arch which caused her foot to instinctively flex up and down while the cream dripped down it “Wow, your foot sure seems sensitive out of those nylons, let’s see how those toes taste” she inquired out loud “Please Harley I’m begging you not to NOOOOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! But it was too late as Harley’s tongue began to curl around her toes and slurp away at the cream, the reaction was instantaneous “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STTTAAAHHHAAPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” but Harley was enjoying herself far too much to stop, she ran her tongue along Ivy’s arch before returning to the toes, licking each one individually until only the big toe was left covered in cream, she could tell Ivy knew this was coming and was mentally preparing herself so instead she used her hands to tickle both of Ivy’s thighs to keep her guessing where the tickling would come from next “HAHAHAHA NOOOOOO FAAAAHAHAHAHAIIIIIIRRRRR!!!!!!!!” Her captive screamed while her face was turning almost as red as her hair, Harley then went in for the kill as she popped the whole toe in her mouth which made Ivy scream “AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH SSSSSTTTOOOOPPPPPPP TTHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAATTTTTTTTT!!!!!”   Harley expertly used her tongue to curl around the toe and lick off the last bit the cream then used her teeth to lightly nibble the underside of the toe as well. Once she opened her mouth and released it Ivy pulled it away as quickly as possible. Looking up at her friend she could see tears streaming down Ivy’s cheeks from under the blindfold, she then leaned in close again and kissed the underside of each toe in succession leaving a red & black lipstick mark on each of them before returning to the toy box to get some more things. Standing up she undid the blindfold but before Ivy had a chance to think clearly Harley gently forced her mouth open and inserted a red ball gag into it. Ivy tried to angrily protest and spit it out but she then heard the “CLICK” sound as the buckle was secured in place. Ivy’s body had lost the will to try and escape by now and all she wanted was an end to the tickling, she looked to her friend with large pleading eyes and tried to reason with her despite being gagged “PLLSSSSEEEESSTTTPPPPP!” was all she could say making Harley smile gently “Almost there Red, trust me you’ll feel like a new person when were finished, just a little while longer ok?” Ivy shut her eyes and nodded submissively as Harley walked back to the bare foot and showed Ivy a ball point pen which she brandished around menacingly “Well I made some nice art on your toes so now I’m gonna sign my work!” Ivy began laughing through the gag before it had even made contact   “MMMFFFHAHAHAHAHAMMMMFFFFOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she screamed as her head thrashed from side to side when Harley gripped her big toe and held it back to stop her foot from moving anymore and began slowly drawing a large circle in the centre of her arch “MMFFFFDDDMMMMNNNNIIITTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!” was all Harley heard from Ivy as she finished drawing the circle then lazily sketched two smaller circles for eyes followed by a smile to complete the smiley face “MMFFFHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAPWEEAAASSSEEEE!!!!!!” Ivy tried to talk as she began drooling heavily from the gag “Aw what a work of art huh Red?” Harley said as she stood back up and undid the gag “HAHAHAHA OK ENOUGH IS ENOUGH NOW HARLEY! UNTIE ME RIGHT NOW!” “Just two more things and we are done I promise!” she said reassuringly as she walked behind Ivy again and picked something up from the toy box. She then brought over a spare chair and placed it behind Ivy so she could sit directly behind her before adding another strap around Ivy’s midsection to hold her upper body in place, Ivy tried to move and found she had even less freedom than before   “Ok, home stretch now Red, get ready! 3....2.....1!” Ivy tensed up as she heard “1” then saw Harleys hands appear from behind her at either side as they hovered just by the top of her green one piece. Without warning they quickly grabbed the top of her leotard and pulled it down along with her bra causing her large bare breasts to spill out “HEY WHAT THE HELL!” Ivy cried worriedly as the hands disappeared behind her again, Ivy was now nervous as Harley had gone quiet which meant something big was going to happen. Slowly the hands reappeared, each one was holding a can of whipped cream with the nozzles pointed inwards towards her breasts causing Ivy to scream out “ARRRRGGGGHHH NOOOOOOO DONT! HARLEY PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! NOOOOO!” But she was again ignored as she heard the hissing noise come from the cans as the push nozzles were activated, a few seconds later the streams of the cool, delicious dessert shot out the nozzles and made contact with her breasts   “ARRRGHHH THAAAAATSS SSOOOOOOO COOOOOOLLLLD!!!! PLEASE HAAAARRLEEY!!! PLLLEEAASSEE STTOOOOPP!!!!” Ivy’s body was drained from both the nonstop tickling and struggles against the bonds, so it didn’t take long for both her breasts to be completely covered in cream leaving only her nipples exposed. Harley walked around to face Ivy and licked her lips with glee at the sight “MMMMM I just love whipped cream don’t you Red? It looks just like a pair of ice cream sundaes with cherries on top!”  “P..P..please don’t!” Ivy quietly begged as Harley sat down on her right side and slowly leaned towards her target with her tongue out ready, Ivy screamed as it made contact “HAHAHAHAHAHA DAAAAAAMMMNNNNIIIITTTT!!!!!!!!! YYYYOOOOOUUUURREE EEEVVVIIILLL HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”   “Mmmm this is sooooo tasty!” was all Harley said as her tongue lapped up all the cream in the immediate area of the side boob then kissed the whole area once it was clear before starting to do the same thing at the under boob “HAHAHAHAHAHA YOOOUURREEEE TTIIIICCKKLIIINNGGG MEEEEE TOOO DEEEATTHH!!!!!!!!!!!” Ivy’s body thrashed as much as possible which caused her breasts to bounce around wildly but this just made Harley go even slower to prolong the torture, after planting another few kisses she then stood up and started licking the upper breast clean also followed by some more kisses. She then positioned herself in front of Ivy’s cleavage, she stared up to her friend who was shaking her head and silently pleading “No” but Harley just grinned and began licking the remaining bits of cream off her right breast, Ivy’s mix of laughter and begging continued to echo around the room, after planting one final kiss Harley stood back to look at her work. Ivy’s chest heaved up and down as she tried desperately to catch her breath, she was glad that it was over but then saw Harley lean in again “I always love to save the cherry on a sundae ‘til last!”   “What....what do you.....OH NOOOOOOOOO!” Ivy realised what this meant as Harley began to use her tongue to glide all over Ivy’s right nipple! She used the tip of her tongue to lick in both up and down and side to side directions across the sensitive nipple, Harley could feel it get more and more erect as she did this while Ivy had turned to silent laughter by this point. Tears poured down her face which had turned a deep shade of red, after several minutes she finally managed to try and speak again “OHHH GEEEETTT OOOOFFFFAAAA MEEEEE!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!! HAAAARRRRLEEEY PLEEEEAAASSEEE!!!” Finally Harley planted a final kiss on her rock hard nipple and stopped. Ivy could barely speak now “HAHAHAHAYOU...HAHAHA....WHY?......NO MORE...HAHAHA...TICKLES!” was all she could get out between her breathing and laughter but as she saw Harley walk over to her left breast Ivy stared with begging eyes for some semblance of mercy. Harley just casually winked at her before leaning in again, this time she changed tactics and would just kiss a random spot and slowly slurp off any cream caught between her lips then use her tongue to ensure she had licked the area clean, she would then repeat this on another random spot. This had the added bonus of being a much slower torture which prolonged Ivy’s agony as Harley’s tongue worked its way over every spot of her breast “HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! IIIIMMMM GOOOONNAAAAAHAHHAHA PAAASSSS OOUUUUHAHAHAHTTTT!!!”   As before Harley ensured that every scrap of cream was cleared off before she finally stopped, when it was all done Ivy saw her breast was covered in dozens of kiss marks! She then mentally prepared herself as she knew her nipple would be next but Harley instead picked up one of the cans of and slowly pointed the nozzle again at her breast “HAHAHAHA!!! PLLLLLEEEEEAASSEE!!! NOOOOTTT AGGGAAAIIINNN!!!! IIIMMM GOOONNAAA DIIIEEE!!!! She tensed up as she heard the hiss of the can but this time it only lasted a few seconds as she felt her nipple get cold as Harley had covered the whole thing in cream “NOOOOO!!!! NOT THAT! ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!” she begged as Harley dropped the can on the floor with a loud “CLANG” and moved towards her target, she opened the mouth and placed the whole nipple inside as she began to suck on it deeply “HAHAHAHAHHA GHHHHADDDDDDDD NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” “SAAAHAHAHAVVVVVEEEEE MMEEEEEE SOOOOMMEEEEOOOOONNNNEEEE!!! ANNNYYONNEEE!!!!!!!!!!!”she called out into the empty building   As Harley continued she wrapped both her arms around Ivy’s upper body to stop her moving away and then started alternating between sucking, licking and gently kissing the rock hard nipple, she found that each of them got a different reaction from Ivy. Sucking led to her breath quickening while licking would cause fits of laughter and kissing caused a long moan to come from her friend, she then used her teeth to gently bite on it “HAHAHA OWWWWW HAHAHAHA STTOOOOPPPPPP IIIIIIITTTT!!!!!!!” this mix of varying torturous techniques continued for several more minutes, once she finally stopped and let go of Ivy’s body her head fell forward while her face and neck had gone an even brighter red. After finally regaining her breath she slowly spoke quietly with her voice no louder than a whisper “Harley...... please ....... no more, I can’t take this anymore, please let me go ok? I’m really begging you now!” Harley brought her hand to Ivy’s chin and gently lifted her head up to face her “You’re doing so well Red, there’s only one thing left to do and we’re done, I promise” she then helped Ivy drink some more and returned to her box while Ivy slowly regained her strength. Harley then left a few things on the floor under the chair and returned to face Ivy, picking up two items she showed them to Ivy – two large red feathers! Slowly she moved them towards her nipples   “OH COME ON!!!!” Ivy shouted loudly “YOU’VE TORTURED THEM ENOUGH ALREADY HARLEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHA!!!!!!” Ivy’s head shook about wildly has Harley began using the soft feathery tips to dance all over the still hardened nipples, Ivy soon returned to silent laughing as it was becoming too much for her to take A couple of minutes later Harley stopped and put the feathers down, Ivy was breathing heavily again “HAHAHAHA OOOOKKKKK THAT’S THE LAST PART RIGHT? YOU CAN UNTIE ME NOW!!!!!” “Sorry Ivy that was just a warm up for the grand finale” “WHAT?!” “Yeah, you see I noticed before how sensitive your nipples were getting and I bet that’s not the only place either” she crouched down and put her hand near Ivy’s lap, her fingers skirted along the edge of Ivy’s one piece “In fact I’m sure of it!” she added mischievously. Slowly the devilish fingers worked their way the under her green leotard and soon she had her answer “Yep I’m right, you’re enjoying this way more than you want to admit Red!”   Ivy looked shocked at her friends comments and turned away bashfully “N-n-no I hate all of this, just stop and untie me already!” she prayed Harley couldn’t see her blushing. “Oh we got a little way to go before I can do that Red” Harley picked up a pair of scissors from under the chair and proceeded to carefully cut open the bottom of her leotard, pulling the material out of the way soon revealed Ivy’s dark green panties which were clearly soaked through “HEY NOW!” Ivy protested at this but she went silent when she heard a low buzzing noise, looking down in a panic she saw Harley was now holding a vibrator which she held mere inches away from her lap “OH NO! YOU WOULDNT!?!!!” She began begging but without any answer from Harley the device lightly made contact against her thin panties “ARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!! THIIISSSS IIISSSSS NNNNOOOOOOTTT RREEEEELLLLAAAXXXXIIIINNGGGGG!!!! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! GET IT OOOOOAAAAAHHHFFFF!!!!!” Harley held the vibrator in place for a minute or so before pulling it away making Ivy fall back in her seat, Ivy took a few moments to compose herself   “This isn’t fair damn it! Just how the hell is this supposed to be relaxing?” she shouted out but Harley just grinned at her “Oh you’ll see!” she replied as she got the scissors again and carefully cut the panties open exposing Ivy’s mound before bringing the vibrator back “NOOOOOOOO! PLEASE DONT! I’LL DO ANYTHING HARLEY! I’LL GIVE YOU ALL THE MONEY FROM MY SECRET BANK ACCOUNTS! I CAN GIVE YOU A POTION TO MAKE THE JOKER BE YOUR SLAVE FOREVER! JUST PLEASE STOP!!” Ivy screamed as she tried to escape again but Harley simply said “All I want is my BFF to have some fun” and put the vibrator back against her “OHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHH YEEESSS!!!! NNNOOOO!!!  STTTOOOOOOPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!”  Ivy purred as the device touched her again, she could feel herself begin building to an orgasm, slowly it grew within her but just when she was about to climax the vibrator was suddenly pulled away   “AAAAHHH!!!! WHHHYYYY!!!????!!!”  she screamed out in anguish   “Sorry Red it’s not that easy. You’re gonna have to beg me” Ivy glared down at the smirking clown girl “NEVER!” she growled indignantly, there was no way she would ever do that! Harley just took this as another challenge as she began ripping open Ivy’s nylons in random spots then moved inwards and began gently kissing Ivy’s now bare inner thighs before going towards her mound and began teasingly kissing the edges of Ivy’s swollen clit. Ivy bit her lower lip to hide just how turned on she was but Harley could easily tell still, she switched on the vibrator again and touched it against Ivy’s bare left foot making her scream “HA HA HA HA OHHHHHH GOOOOOOOODDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she couldn’t belive Harley was using it to tickle her!   Harley then stood up and began planting gentle kisses on both her nipples again while holding the vibrator to her clit set to its teasingly lowest setting, Ivy began moaning loudly as her mind started to become overloaded by all these sensations as her body began convulsing towards an orgasm once again but her own stubbornness refused to let her give in and beg for a release, then Harley’s free hand began tickling her right underarm with one of the feathers “HA HA HA HA OOOOOHHHH HAAAARRRLLEEEEYYYY NOOOOOO FAIIIRRR!!!!!!!!!!!! She tried raising her voice commandingly but it was impossible given her current situation. She tried desperately to think straight for a way out of this but once again the orgasm was building up. Harley stopped kissing her nipples and looked at her friend mischievously “Anything you wanna say Red?” Ivy shut her eyes as she felt herself nearing a climax “.....UNTIE ME RIGHT NOW HARLEY!”  She shouted followed by another anguished cry as the vibrator was again removed just before she could climax, her tortured body writhed about with pent up frustration as Harley sat down again at Ivy’s lap and returned to kissing her inner thighs, only now she also used one hand to stroke a feather gently against her right nipple and pressed the vibrator now set to maximum against her left one   “AAAHHHHHAAHAHAHA OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH SSSSTTTHHHAAAPPPPP!!!!!!!!!” Ivy screamed out as her voiced jumped an octave. She was trapped between waves and waves of pleasure and her own stubbornness, once more her body tried to process all the various stimulation as her loins began to burn again when Harley started kissing the edges of the clit once more. Ivy would never before have guessed that Harley knew how to torture her body beyond all reason! Harley soon changed tactics again, this time moving around to nibble on her right foot while placing the vibrator, once more set to its lowest setting against her left thigh and slowly ran the feather over the right one. Ivy could barely breath now as her resistance began to crumble away when she felt another orgasm begin to burn within her tortured and very aroused body. Finally as Harley moved the vibrator back to her clit she realised she couldn’t take it anymore. She took a deep breath and finally spoke out     “H..H...Harley....” she slowly said as her head dropped down in defeat. Harley stopped the tickling and looked up at her friend “Yes Red?” There was a long pause before Ivy spoke again “Please......Let me cum, I’m begging you” there was a silence as Harley gently smiled at her companion “You got it sweetie” she said softly With that she set the vibrator back to maximum and pressed it against Ivy’s burning womanhood, Ivy quickly began to moan repeatedly as she once more felt an orgasm building up within her. Due to being so turned on already it didn’t take long for her to finally orgasm with a loud scream, followed by another and another as waves of pleasure erupted from her body once it was finally able to release all the pent up frustration it had endured from the torture session. When Ivy finally climaxed several nearby flower buds bloomed in unison due to their connection with her.   Once Ivy had finished orgasming she sat limp in the chair with her head leaning forward and too tired to communicate. Harley opened another bottle of water and put it to Ivy’s mouth which she quickly drank down as she lightly kissed Ivy’s forehead, she then unbuckled Ivy’s legs followed by her arms which she helped lower into her lap before finally undoing the waist strap. Ivy was still too exhausted to move as she remained seated despite now being freed. Harley brushed her hair out of her face and gently kissed her in several spots along her neck and shoulders before lightly kissing her on the lips. She then slowly and gently picked up Ivy from the chair and cradled her softly before lifting her in a bridal carry through the door into her bedroom. She shut the door behind her and placed Ivy gently on the bed then pulled the covers over her. Harley then proceeded to remove her jester costume and underwear and turned off the lights leaving only a small lamp on a bedside table by Ivy to illuminate the room. Ivy meanwhile had slowly removed her own costume while under the covers and thrown it onto the floor. Harley climbed into the bed beside Ivy and listened to her soft breathing in silence   “......You know something?” Ivy finally spoke “What?” Harley answered “That actually felt pretty amazing, I haven’t orgasmed like that in such a long time” she turned her head to face Harley with a warm smile “You were right, it really did help me relax” “I’m glad to hear it” Harley said as she leaned in to cuddle against Ivy and they gentle kissed each other “But you know next time we play its going to be your turn for me to play with!” Ivy said flirtatiously “Oh really? I’d like to see you try!” Harley replied with a wink “Well, that or we kidnap Batgirl or Catwoman and bring them back here for a fun double team up” “You know, I like the way you think Red!” Harley said happily as she leaned over Ivy to switch off the light leaving the two villainesses in the dark kissing and cuddling before drifting off to sleep   The End

Chapter 1 - Belle in The Asylum

Belle’s eyes slowly opened as she awoke, she felt strange as though she had been asleep for days. Trying to move Belle was quickly met with a horrible realization, she found herself sitting on a padded chair with her ankles in a set of heavy wooden stocks while her wrists were in front of her chained together by a set of metal cuffs “What’s going on?” she cried out into the empty room but there was no answer, only the echo of her voice. Looking around she could see she was alone in some kind of dungeon with the stocks she was occupying positioned in the centre of the room, several torches on the walls barely lit the room and there was only one metal door to enter or leave which was closed   “Am I in the Beast’s dungeon?” Belle thought to herself, “No, he wouldn’t do that to me! So how did I get here? And where is here?” Thinking that someone else must be responsible Belle attempted to free her wrists, however the cuffs were far too strong, leaning forward she then tried to get the stocks open but a large padlock prevented this. Sitting back against the chair Belle realised there was no way she was going to get free by herself so she shouted out as loud as possible “HELLO? IS ANYBODY THERE? SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!” Belle’s voice again echoed against the thick stone walls. Suddenly as if to answer her Belle heard the noise of footsteps and hushed voices approaching followed by the sound of a key being turned in a lock and the heavy door slowly opening, bright light flooded in from outside into the room forcing Belle to shut her eyes   “Well, well, look who’s finally awake” said a feminine voice “And about time to! I thought the lazy girl would never wake up!” another female voice replied “Looks like we can finally have some fun with her” added a third girl’s voice as Belle’s vision finally returned. She let out a gasp of shock when she saw standing in front of her Claudette, Laurette & Paulette – 3 identical triplet sisters from her home village who Belle had mockingly nicknamed “The Bimbettes” each of them was blonde, leggy and buxom with only the color of their dresses to differentiate them. They entered the room with Paulette closing the door behind them and locking it   “Where are we? And why have you brought me here?” Belle shouted at the triplets as they stopped near her. “You really don’t remember?” Claudette said as her sisters each sat against the sides of the stocks “You’re in Les Maison des Lunes Asylum” Laurette answered with a smirk “You’ve been her for a very long time Belle. Ever since you came into town ranting about a giant beast kidnapping your father” Paulette added as she balanced playfully against the stocks while kicking her legs up and down in the air “N-no, that’s not true!” Belle shouted, “My father really was kept prisoner by The Beast at his castle but he’s not dangerous at all, if you let me out I’ll show you” “Nice try Belle but you know Monsieur D’Arque has strict instructions that you must be kept restrained at all times”   Belle couldn’t believe it, what was happening here? The last thing she remembered before waking up in this place was living with the Beast at his castle with the enchanted staff like Mrs Potts, Cogsworth, & Lumiere. Now she was being told that was all wrong? “No, it’s some kind of trick!” she defiantly thought to herself! “Well enough talking, it’s time for today’s treatment session Belle” said Claudette “Treatment?” said Belle confused “Why yes silly, I’m going to be observing for Monsieur D’Arque today while my sisters proceed”   Claudette then walked behind Belle and sat herself down on a small wooden stool “You may begin any time” she said to her sisters as Laurette and Paulette both sat down in front of the stocks while Belle began moving around again to try and get free but still had no luck. Then without warning the sisters pulled off both her shoes revealing Belle’s soft bare feet, her slender toes wriggled in the cold air showing off her high arches   “HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Belle cried out but her question was then answered as both girls started running their fingernails up and down Belle’s unsuspecting soles “HA HA HA OH NO PLEASE!” she giggled as she was incredibly ticklish “PLEASE DONT TICKLE ME! HAHAHA SOMEONE HELP ME!” she called as the tickling continued all over her helpless feet “But we are helping you dear” replied Claudette in a gentle tone “This treatment is to help you exorcise those insane fantasies of yours so you can become a functional member of society again” “HA HA HA HA HA NOOOOO! I’M NOT CRAZY! PLEASE STOP!!!!!!” “Hmm... the patient seems to be suffering from partial memory loss, you should make a note of that sister,” Paulette called out without stopping “Since she doesn’t seem to remember that she’s been in our care for the last two years undergoing this procedure every day!” “Thank you Paulette” Claudette answered as she made a note on her chart “Anything else?” “Yes, the patient’s reactions have improved considerably since she began receiving daily massages in the last week” said Laurette as she held back Belle’s toes and ticked underneath them causing Belle to howl with laughter “I must agree with Laurette, Belle is definitely moving around a lot more today” “Good, Monsieur D’Arque will find this all very useful” Claudette said as she wrote down the findings   “HAHAHAHAPLLEEEEEAAASSEEESTOOOOOHAHAHAPPPP! STTOOOPPP TICKLING ME!!!!” Belle pleaded as she leaned forward towards her tormentors to try and hit them away with her chained hands but Claudette quietly appeared behind her and grabbed Belle’s shoulders “Uh uh uh dear” she whispered in Belle’s ear as she firmly forced her back against the chair then pulled a thick leather strap around her waist which she buckled in place forcing Belle to remain  seated and take the tickling on her sensitive feet “And just for that I’m adding an extra hour to today’s session” “HA HA HA! NOOOO! I’M SORRY! PLEASE STOP THIS!” Belle begged, the tickling was unbearable as both girls continued. Laurette kept holding back her toes and tickling away while Paulette had been focusing more on Belle’s instep which proved maddening to the poor girl. After what seemed like an age both girls stopped and Belle collapsed down into the chair   “HA HA HA, thank you ha ha, please....please stop this now, I’m begging you!” she said as she continued to laugh while tears ran down her cheeks, Belle felt exhausted and prayed that someone would help her while the three “care-givers” went into the corner to talk amongst themselves, Belle managed to catch a few words like “difficult” “stubborn” and “punish” being thrown around but she hoped they would leave her alone. However a short while later Paulette and Laurette were standing either side of her, each grabbed one of her wrists and then pulled them up so her arms were held up straight, Belle was too worn out to offer much resistance as she spied Claudette turn a small handle on the dungeon wall. Looking up she saw a hook on a chain lowering from the ceiling, when it was in low enough the two sisters at her arms hooked the length of chain binding her wrists to it and Paulette then turned the crank back the other way to make the hook rise up which pulled Belle’s arms above her head as much as they could go. Claudette locked the hook and chain in place and returned to her observation spot as Belle tried in vain to get her wrists free of the hook but gravity worked against her so she remained stuck there. Then she saw the two girls resume their previous positions and each began tying a piece of string around both her big toes   “HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” Belle called but was ignored as the strings were then tied to metal nails in the top of the stocks effectively immobilising both her feet. The girls stood back to admire their handiwork as Belle tried to move around in this new bondage but she had even less movement than before. Then the tickling began again, this time Paulette produced a large white feather which she lazily brushed against the sensitive skin causing Belle to shriek out and beg again for mercy. Meanwhile Laurette pulled a small bottle out from her pocket and poured the contents over Belle’s foot, it was oil that soon covered every inch of skin and made her foot glisten in the torchlight of the dungeon   “HA HA PLEASE NO MORE!!!” was all she could say as Laurette moved a small hairbrush to her arch. The second it made contact Belle’s entire body shook “HA HA HA HA PLLLLEEEAAASSEEEE STTHHAAAPP!!!!! I’VEEE HAAAAAHAHADDDD ENOOUUUGGHH!!!” Belle continuing pleaded as Laurette expertly moved the brush over her trapped foot getting every part of her instep, ball, arch and even under her toes. The only real movement Belle could now do was to furiously shake her head from side to side which caused her long brown hair to whip around wildly “HA HA HA PLEASE I’MM BEEEEGGIINNNG YOOOOUU!!!!” she cried to both girls but neither said a word or even looked up at her they just kept tickling her poor feet. Belle couldn’t decide what was worse, the brush against the oil tickled horribly but the laziness of the feather dancing on her sole was also torturous. “THEY’RE GOING TO DRIVE ME MAD! THIS CANT GET ANY WORSE!” Belle frantically thought to herself but then she felt 2 hands dig into her unguarded sides   “HA HA HA OHHH NOOOOO!!!!” she shouted, turning her head round she saw Claudette smiling at her with a Cheshire cat grin while she poked and prodded her sensitive sides and underarms “HA HA HA MERRRCCCYYY!!!!!!” the once proud beauty screamed with pleading eyes to the oldest sister but Claudette just casually replied “But we still have 2 more hours left of today’s treatment” making Belle’s eyes open in horror as she frantically screamed at the top of her lungs “HA HA HA NOOOOOOOO!!! SOOOOOMMMEEBOODYYYY HELLLLP MEEEEEE!!!! PPLLEEEEEAAASEEE!” as her laughter echoed down the halls of the asylum.   The 3 tormentors expertly tickled Belle’s body in tandem and always made sure to lessen the tickling when it looked like she might pass out. Throughout the session they generally ignored Belle and conversed with each other on any number of topics ranging from attractive men in the village to a new dress Laurette was planning to buy. At the end of the third hour they finally stopped and Belle, now drained of any resistance simply hung limply against the bonds at her wrists, tears streamed down her delicate face which had turned a bright shade of red while her hair was a wild mess.   Paulette brushed the hair out of Belle’s face while Laurette untied her toes and Claudette helped her drink some water. Finally the sisters unhooked Belle’s arms and gently lowered her down against the chair. Belle was too afraid to talk in case this lead to any more tickling punishment. After gathering their belongings they all stood up and made their way towards to door, Claudette was the last to leave and turned to face her “Belle I think we made some real progress today” she said as she stepped out of the cell “The guards will be here soon to give you dinner and strap you in for the night. We will see you tomorrow for your next session!” With that that door closed with a loud “CLANK” and Belle was left alone in the dim room, she felt so tired from the ordeal that she soon found herself drifting off to sleep...   Sometime later Belle woke up again and saw things were now much worse. Her ankles remained in the stocks but she was now her upper body was also tied down so she was lying flat on her back with her arms strapped above her head, almost like being on a torture rack. Even more unsettling was that her blouse had been opened up revealing her white lace bra and taunt bare stomach! Feeling stronger after her rest she tried to free her wrists but they were still bound too tight, then she heard the cell door being unlocked making her pray it wasn’t the Bimbettes returning, however a different voice called out into the dark instead. “Mademoiselle?” The feminine voice sounded familiar to Belle, slowly a woman walked into the candle light  "Fifi?” Belle cried ecstatically upon seeing the leggy brunette, "Thank goodness! How did you find me? And how did you become human again?" Belle was amazed to see the young woman standing before her in a classic French maid uniform who had been an enchanted feather duster the last time she has seen her at the castle. "Madame Belle, I am so glad to see you!" Fifi called out as she walked into the cell stopping just by the stocks "Quick, untie me so we can escape!" Belle cried ecstatically however Fifi remained in place "Oh no Belle, you misunderstand, I’m not here to free you" "WHAT!?" Belle couldn’t believe what she was hearing “WHY NOT?!”  "You see when you abandoned the Master he sent all the servants out to find you and make you pay for breaking your promise to stay with him at the castle forever” "But I didn't run away! I was kidnapped and brought here against my will!" Belle protested "Sorry but I have my orders Belle, since all the asylum staff have left for the day we have a few hours before I return you to the castle for the Master" Belles couldn’t believe she was hearing this. "W..what are you going to do to me?" Belle said worriedly, Fifi then revealed her feather duster from behind her back "Oh... I think you can guess!" Belle let out a shocked gasp as her heart sank   “NO! OH PLEASE NOT THAT! I’VE ALREADY BEEN TICKLED SO MUCH!!!!!!!!” Belle started to panic as she thrashed around as much as possible against her restraints “Now, now Belle surely you didn’t think you would get away with breaking your promise!” Fifi asked as she began lightly stroking the feathers against Belle’s foot. “HA HA HA HA IIIIIII DIIIIIDDDNTTTTT RUUUN AWAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!! HA HA HA HA!!!!! ITTSSS NOOOTTT TRRUUUUUUEEEE! HA HA HA HA!!!!” Belle was shocked to find her body was still incredibly sensitive from the previous tickle assault she had suffered as the new barrage of feathers glided all over her helpless soles. Fifi kept lazily dragging the duster against one foot for a few moments before swapping to the other and then back again without a break making Belle laugh so much she couldn’t even verbalise a response beyond helpless laughter   Finally Belle’s prayers for mercy were answered as Fifi put the duster down, it took several minutes for her to finally stop laughing “HA HA HA HA O-O-OK! YOU HAVE TO STOP NOW!” she shouted but Fifi ignored her and began circling round Belle’s tied body like a predator moving in to strike making Belle worry about what Fifi had in store next, then without a word she suddenly stopped and dug her long nails into Belle’s bare underarms “HA HA HA HA! PLLLEEEEAAAASEEEE!!!!!! IIIII’VVEEEE HAAAAAAD ENNOOOOUUGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!” she screamed as she tried shaking the invasive fingers off but with her limited movement this proved impossible “ZE ITZY BITZY SPIDER CLIMBED UP ZE WATERSPOUT!” Fifi began teasingly singing as she ran her nails up and down Belle’s sides from her hips to her underarms which made her laugh even harder than before. Belle tried to move her head up to try and hit Fifi away but she kept well out of reach.   Belle crashed down against the table as Fifi finally stopped, she was so tired – how long had this torture gone on for? All she wanted to do was sleep, she almost found herself wishing that the Bimbettes would relive Fifi of her tickling duties! Looking up she saw Fifi kneel back down near her feet, fearing for what was next Belle began pleading to her captor “PLEASE STOP YOUR’E DRIVING ME MAD!!!” she begged making Fifi stand up and face her “Well then, it’s a good thing you’re already in an asylum!” she cruelly replied as she crouched down again out of Belles field of vision, her mind began to race for what might be next! Then she felt something cold land on her toes and trickled down her left sole all the way to the heel   “AHHHH WHATS THAT!!!!” She cried in confusion but was only met with silence as the process was soon repeated on her other foot. Fifi then peered over the stocks with an evil grin “Why don’t you remember the grey stuff? It’s delicious” and with that she was gone again but Belle had already guessed what was coming “NO PLEASE DONT DO THAT!!!! I’M BEGGING YOU!!!!!!” then she felt Fifi’s tongue run up her left sole following the trail “HA HA HA PLEASE STOOOOPPPP!!!!!!!! I CANT TAKE ITTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Belle screamed as tears again began running down her cheeks but Fifi continued to dart her tongue all over her trapped soles then began sucking on each individual toe to lick them all clean, her tongue expertly glided around making Belle laugh harder than ever before. After finishing with one foot she paused and quietly spoke “Oh ma chère Belle, ton rire est délicieux ! Je pourrais garder vous chatouiller comme ce pour toujours!” before continuing onto the other foot. Once all the toes were thoroughly cleaned she gently planted a kiss on each one individually leaving a red lipstick imprint.   Soon all the gooey liquid was licked clean and Fifi began weaving her tounge along the various wrinkles of Belle’s soles and planting more kisses. Eventually both of Belle’s soles had gone bright red from both the tickling and all the lipstick kisses left on them. Fifi then stopped and Belle slumped back on the table “Please......no more......” she cried out weakly, her tear strewn face showed she was close to breaking. Fifi walked to Belles side and held the bottle above her midsection, Belle watched in horror as the cold grey liquid slowly poured out drop by drop and landed on her bare skin making her gasp as it made contact.   “Oh please no!” she meekly whimpered to Fifi with pleading eyes as the liquid slowly ran downwards towards her belly button and filled it up completely before overflowing with the grey delicacy. Fifi leaned in and began lapping it up “HA HA HA HA!!!!!!! GETTTT OUUTTTTT OFFFF THEREEE!!!!!!!!!! HA HA HA!!!!!” her head thrashed back and forth as the warm tongue slowly intruded on her sensitive skin moving in all directions making her body shake around frantically from side to side, once the excess was fully lapped up her tongue then probed deep into her belly button to get every last morsel. Belle was beside herself with a mix of laughter, begging and screaming, she couldn’t believe one of her friends was doing this to her!   Finally once the desert was all gone Fifi began to lovingly kiss her tummy leaving several further lipstick marks all around her navel. Belle looked absolutely ragged by now, her crimson face stained with tears and topped with unruly hair plastered to her forehead. Fifi picked up the bottle and shook it around “Shall I see if we have any more?” “Please no, no more....I can’t take it, I’m gonna die! Please just stop tickling me!” Belle softly begged. Fifi tipped the opening of bottle above her palm but nothing came out. “Luckily for you it’s empty” she said as she gently stoked Belles forehead brushing the hair back in place “I trust we have learned our lesson?” “Yes, yes, I promise I won’t ever leave the castle again, I PROMISE!” she hoped that the torture was now over but instead Fifi ran her other hand across Belle’s belly making her giggle again “No no no, that’s not it!” she then leaned in close so that their faces almost touched “The lesson here is don’t ever steal from my room again!” Belle was puzzled by this when she began laughing again as something was lightly tickling her feet “Ha ha, I promise! No more!”   “No more” Belle mumbled to herself as she woke up with a start, checking her surroundings she found herself back in the drawing room of the Beast’s castle wearing her usual blue dress. She was lying on a sofa with her head on one of the armrests and her bare feet propped up on the other. Slowly she began remembering what had happened, after finding a book in Fifi’s room that looked interesting she had borrowed it without permission and decided to read it in the drawing room, once finished she had felt sleepy so she had kicked off her shoes and lied down on the couch to rest for a while. Suddenly the tickling sensation returned at her feet again making her pull them towards her for protection, peering over the side of the couch she saw on floor was Sultan the Beast’s pet dog who was currently trapped in the form of a foot stool. He was asleep on his back with his tail flicking back and forth randomly which had been brushing against where her feet had just been “That must have been why I was dreaming about being tickled!” Belle realised “but why was I dreaming about being tied up in a dungeon?”   Suddenly the door opened revealing Cogsworth & Lumiere “Ah Mademoiselle, I’m so glad you have enjoyed your rest. The master would like to invite you to dine with him tonight” “Oh of course,” Belle said as she picked up her things “I’ll go and get ready now, thank you” Once they had left she quickly picked up the book again to check the title “The Diary of the Marquis De Sade” she read to herself “Hmm I guess that explains it! I guess that will teach me not to take someone else’s belongings. Although I wonder why Fifi would have this in her room! I think I will have to ask her about it in private later, it might be interesting!” she said with a smile, and with that Belle gathered her things and walked out the room to prepare for dinner with the Beast   The End

Chapter 7 - Nightmares

Mirrors for better formatting: Blog⌁⌁Google Docs⌁⌁Reddit ﴾ Content: 18+, anal sex, anal stimulation, asphyxiation, big dick, breathplay, bullying, cum in hair, cum in mouth, cum on face/facial, cum swallow, domination, excessive cum, girls with dicks, handjob, multiple orgasms, multiple penises, non-con [dream], oral sex [fellatio], prostitution, rough sex, verbal abuse ﴿ Chapter 7⸻Nightmares I’m not sure what woke me up. I’m not even sure how I ended up getting downstairs and back into Millie’s bed, to be honest. But when my half-asleep eyes finally peeled open, the silhouetted form that greeted me was impossible to mistake. It seemed that Lizzie and Kim were having a little trouble sleeping as well. They had taken the opposite side of Millie’s king size and laid opposite us with their heads near the foot of the bed. And they were making themselves at home, to say the least. Kim had her panties around one ankle, laying on her side while Lizzie held her other leg in the air. Her shirt was pulled just above her nipple line, and Lizzie’s free hand occasionally took a break from gripping Kim’s neck to handle her exposed breasts. Her hair was braided into low pigtails, which had been brought around her head and tied behind to serve as a makeshift blindfold. Kim moaned softly in bliss. One hand covered her mouth and the other reached down between her thighs. She stroked one of Lizzie’s cocks while the other one worked a steady rhythm in and out of her ass. Lizzie’s teeth were sunk into Kim’s neck, which gave her groans of exertion a bit of a growly tone each time her cock dilated Kim’s abused back door. Kim’s eyes rolled up into the back of her head and fluttered closed with each new assault. Tiny streams of drool ran out from between her fingers and down her wrist as she lost herself in the depravity. Lizzie’s hand made its way from her breasts down to her drooling folds, eliciting a poorly-muffled squeal from Kim. “Mm-mm! Mm-mm!” Kim shook her head wildly. “Shafe vurd?” Lizzie snarled through the flesh between her teeth. Kim briefly considered. She slowly shook her head. Lizzie tittered. “Cum for me, then…” Lizzie growled, lovingly rubbing circles around Kim’s throbbing clit as she stiffly pounded her ass, “…sweet little slut.” Kim’s off-hand clasped over the other as her muffled moans grew louder. Lizzie’s lower shaft flopped around between Kim’s thighs with every thrust of her hips. It glistened in the dim light, coated with wetness from Kim’s drooling pussy. Hard as a rock. Tributaries of precum flowing down the shaft in every direction. Like an effusive eruption from the mouth of a volcano. It was like a mesmerist pendulum for my alcohol-addled brain. I don’t even really remember what happened until it ended up in my mouth. Oops. I hiccuped a little as Lizzie’s load blasted the back of my throat. A hum of delight escaped my lips. She tasted kind of like Millie. The mouthfeel was all wrong, though. It was too smooth, too consistent… none of the mashed potato lumps or claggy, tongue-gluing stickiness. It was a nice treat for sure, but I found myself yearning for something else. Millie’s slimy, viscous delight—as heavy on the tongue as it was in its aroma. I don’t think I made it to the base. But it wasn’t for a lack of trying. I gleefully worked back and forth, coaxing more and more of my salty reward from Lizzie’s spasming cock. A drunken giggle escaped as it started to run down the side of my cheek and onto the bedsheets. I put my hand under the little stream of slimy runoff to catch the mess, but by the time she was finished, my cupped hands had begun to overflow. ⁕ ⁕ ⁕ I woke up very confused. It was still dark. My head was still swimming from the lost count of tequila sours that I imbibed. But Kim and Lizzie were sleeping soundly a foot or so away—neither vertically inverse nor fucking wildly. The air didn’t have that post-fuck moistness. The sheets weren’t wet, from what I could tell. My mouth definitely tasted like I’d drank half a pint of cum, but seeing as Millie had given me a fucking cock-meat esophagoscopy on her couch a short while ago, that didn’t really mean much. A dream? That was probably for the best. I silently swore off tequila forever, as I had done many times before. As I laid my head down to make an attempt to abandon consciousness once more, I became acutely aware that the tequila had migrated while I slept. I peeled myself out of Millie's sleepy snuggles and made a beeline for the bathroom with all the dignity I could manage on my one good leg. I briefly thought I might not make it. A sigh of relief floated from my lips when my bare ass touched the chilly seat, my half-mast morning wood deflating along with my rapidly emptying bladder. I put my head on my palm, my elbow braced on one of my knees. God, it had been a long night. I wasn't sure what time it was, but I knew it was too early to be awake. Now that I wasn’t in imminent danger of wetting the bed, my eyelids felt more than a little heavy. I closed them for a moment, grumbling to myself at the prospect of hop-limping back to bed. ⁕ ⁕ ⁕ “Ey, slut. Wake up.” “Whuhbhuh?” I babbled, stirred from slumber by a quartet of weighty slaps across my cheek. Another few slaps across my cheek brought me more awake while I scrunched my face in frustration. “Fucking stop!” I asserted, putting my hand up to reject the source of my annoyance. It throbbed eagerly in my grip, coating my wrist in a slimy spurt of warm fluid. I opened my eyes, intending to spit venom at whoever was fucking with me. Lizzie’s ringed thumb fish-hooked my right cheek, holding it open while her cock—or one of them, at least—jammed the back of my throat. I gagged and reflexively attempted to retreat, but my back bumped against the tank before I could get more than an inch of her length out of my mouth. I could hear her laughing through clenched teeth, savoring her surprise conquest. “Awful uppity last night, weren’t ya? That tracks, though. You are the school slut, yeah? Or I guess the school whore now, given that fat stack of cash Mil-Mil gave you…” I looked up at her with a fresh look of surprise on my face. “What? C’mon, Mia—It’s not like you hide it or anything. Everyone knows, dude. The whole ‘girlfriend’ act was really cute, though.” I shook my head and babbled in protest, my mouth far too full to form any coherent speech. I kept trying though—desperate to explain myself somehow. Lizzie just laughed and reached into her back pocket with her free hand. She pulled out a folded 100 between her index and middle fingers and flicked it into my face. “‘Fraid I can’t afford three thou a night, but a cool hundred should be good for a little morning fun, right?” She didn’t exactly wait for an answer. I nearly wretched as she pinned my head against the tank, slowly putting more weight into her assault on my throat, stroking her upper cock as her lower one sunk deeper. I pounded and pushed on her thighs, pleading with her as I drooled all over myself trying to form a single word. I get the feeling that she knew what I was getting at. She just didn’t care. “Lil Millie’s too nice for someone like you, Mia. You’ll just walk all over her and she’ll thank you for it. But that’s where big sister comes in, y’know? I’m gonna fuck you stupid, bitch. Gonna train that preppy little head of yours up good, don’t worry… You’ll make a perfect little housewife for Millie… once I’m done with you, at least…” Lizzie retreated from my mouth, giving me a moment to cough and wretch while she slipped out of her jeans. I looked up as she put one of her boots on the tank near my head, just in time for her to slam both barrels into the back of my throat. Given her particular setup, Lizzie had to sort of turn to the side to pack a cock into each of my cheeks. Given the fluidity of her motion and the power of her thrusts, it seemed like she had lots of practice. “Fuck yeah…” Lizzie moaned, savoring my gagging protests with every thrust, “You enjoying yourself, Miss Kamiya?” I shook my head and fruitlessly tried to push her away. “Oh yeah?” Lizzie roughly squeezed my cock in her fist, “Awful big boner for someone who ain’t into it…” I continued to shake my head in denial. She began to lightly stroke me. I kicked my legs around futilely as she continued her assault on my throat. “Whatever… Quit bitchin’ and open that throat up, whore. I’m gonna nut…” Lizzie’s thrusts hadn’t gotten any more rapid since she started. No, she just seemed to grow more brutal and impatient as she grew nearer to climax. Her moans had become more like growls at this point. While at first, she had tried to finesse and coax my throat open, now she was just trying to shove herself down my gullet with brute force. Just when I had finally decided that it was an impossible fit, Lizzie grabbed two handfuls of my hair and dropped most of her weight onto the foot propped on the toilet tank, smushing my nose up against the ink on her inner thigh. A shudder and moan of satisfaction rolled through Lizzie’s body, followed by the kind of load that I had come to expect from the Cheese family. Hot, claggy wads of her cum stretched my abused throat even further, distending each of her fat underveins in turn as they spewed from the end of her cock and down into my quickly filling stomach. Lizzie’s head fell back as she brushed the hair from her face, a forked tongue lolling out of her head as she moaned in utter rapture. She pulled back once, I thought at first to let me breathe. Nope. She just wanted to fill my mouth so she could watch it shoot out my nose when she throated me again. “Oh god… I think I might owe you more than a hundred…” Lizzie panted as she finally pulled her drool and cum covered cocks from my mouth, “Put it on my tab, yeah?” My eyes fell closed as I tried to catch my breath. They shot back open when she flipped me over and pushed my face against the cold porcelain of the toilet tank. I babbled in confused protest until I felt her twin-cockheads rubbing up against my ass. “Last train to gapes-ville in three…” Lizzie cackled. “H—hey, wait—” “two…” “S—seriously, that’s not going to fi—!” “one…” ⁕ ⁕ ⁕ I jolted awake and glanced around the little alcove that housed the toilet. Empty. I sighed, in relief and frustration. Another dream. I silently swore off tequila for the second time this morning. I was beginning to dislike how imaginative my subconscious was regarding the Cheese sisters and their freakish dicks. The familiar throb of arousal had become so constant that it was almost an annoyance. I briefly considered masturbating but banished the thought immediately. After all, that was beneath me. I absentmindedly swallowed. That taste again. My everything throbbed in response. I reached down to pull my panties back up, but even the soft cotton felt like a tease against my painfully horny cock and pussy. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be getting much sleep until Millie woke up… …and as it turns out? I didn’t. I recoiled when I spotted my reflection as I walked by the mirror. God, Millie really did a number on me. I looked like a raccoon that got kicked out of clown school. At that point, I figured I would just cut my losses. I slipped out of my clothes and hopped in the shower. Thanks to the fancy touch panel, I managed to douse myself with water that must’ve been pumped in from the fucking arctic circle before I finally got it up to the right temperature. On the bright side? I was certainly awake after that. Jump cut to the morning when Kim finally dragged herself up the stairs. I used the extra early morning to get a head start on making breakfast. Given how much everyone drank last night, I had a sneaking suspicion that they wouldn’t be in a huge hurry to cook for themselves. So I decided to be nice, for once. “Could you ask the Cheeses how they like their eggs?” I called over my shoulder, as I tied my apron strings, “You still take yours’ over medium?” Kim glared at me so hard her teeth ground together, but she didn’t say anything. After like five uninterrupted seconds of getting the stink eye, I went back to preparing the food. She growled something under her breath and lightly stomped back down the stairs a few seconds later. ‘Jeez, she’s enjoying whatever’s up her ass this morning way less than the various things that were up her ass last night,’ I thought, shortly before laughing at my own joke. She returned a few minutes later with the Cheese sisters. The three of them dragged their feet and groaned like B-movie zombies, suffering the consequences of excess the night prior. They eventually found and fell into their chairs at the kitchen table. “Good morning~” I smiled and cracked a few eggs into the skillet, “How do you take ‘em, girls?” “S-scrambled…” Millie politely whispered, “Please not so loud…” “Over medium,” Kim grumbled, apparently hungrier than she was angry. “Sunny side…”  Lizzie groaned, shielding her eyes from the sun. “Coming right up…” I hummed softly, “Is bacon okay with everyone? I couldn’t find any sausage or ham in the fridge…” The three of them nodded and groaned in varying tones, clearly unconcerned with the variety of breakfast meats. “How are you not dying?” Lizzie asked me pointedly as I served their plates and coffee a few minutes later, “You drank like a quarter of your weight in hard liquor…” “Oh, I don’t do hangovers,” I answered back, as I took a sip of my own coffee and sat down. “You don’t…do…hangovers?” Lizzie puzzled, incredulous, “Are you shitting me?” “She’s not…” Kim grumbled, “She just doesn’t. It’s infuriating.” “Luckyyyy…” Millie mumbled, chewing a piece of bacon while she rested her cheek on the table, “Oh my god this is so good…” “A nice, greasy breakfast is always good for a hangover,” I smiled, “Or like… so I’m told.” I snickered as the three of them glared at me in unison. They were too busy stuffing their faces to do much else though. After a few more minutes, I made the rounds to collect the plates. I gave Millie a peck on the cheek as I took hers. Lizzie rolled her arm over to check her watch. “Shit…” she moaned, “it’s almost nine, Kimmy…” “Ugh… okay. Let me get a shower,” Kim groaned in response. “Plans?” I butted in while I tossed the dishes in the dishwasher. “We’re volunteering at G-Con,” Lizzie explained. Kim glared in my direction, waiting for the snide comment that she knew I was thinking. When it didn’t come, she added, “We were going to go for all three days, but then all of our stuff got soaked yesterday.” “Spent all day dealing with the renter’s insurance, and trying to save what we could,” Lizzie continued. Ah. Well, I guess that explained the maid outfit Kim wore last night. I guess it must’ve been one hell of a burst pipe “Sorry that happened…” Millie mumbled, half-conscious with her face resting on the table. “It’ll be fine, but thanks,” Lizzie shrugged, “Kim got it the worst. I already put my bag in the car. She was still packing, so her whole wardrobe was waterlogged.” “I’ve got another change of clothes in my bag downstairs,” I cut in, and looked at Kim, “You can wear those if you want.” Kim and I have worn the same sizes in basically everything since we were in grade school. I figured a fresh change of clothes would beat a maid costume with last night’s fuck-stank wafting off it. It was also my attempt at an olive branch for whatever she was being so pissy about. “Are you sure?” Kim asked with a sigh, “What are you going to wear?” “I’ll just wear these,” I pinched the fabric of my sleepwear—an oversized t-shirt in pastel pink. It matched the striped panties I wore underneath it, but not the ugly green apron I found hanging in the pantry, “I’m probably gonna like… pass out soon, anyway. I didn’t sleep very good last night.” “Wonder why?” Kim rolled her eyes and mumbled. “Hm?” I heard her perfectly well, but I pressed it anyway. “Thank you, I said,” Kim said a little louder. “You’re welcome,” I fake-smiled in response. “Wait… G-Con is next weekend, isn’t it?” Millie asked with her face still resting on the table. “Didn’t you get the email? The con got bumped up a week because of… some basketball thing?” Kim looked at Lizzie with a shrug. “Clippers v Heat. Not exactly a barn burner, but hey…” Lizzie grumbled. “Wh—what!?” Millie sat up like the place had caught fire, but quickly regretted it. She clutched her head and pinched her eyes shut, “Oh god… my head…” “What’s your problem, spaz?” Lizzie chuckled at her sister’s expense. “I have a booth… in the artist alley…” Millie explained. “The artist alley doesn’t open until 1 o’clock. You’ve got plenty of time.” Kim reassured her. Millie groaned. I saw her glance up at me from her folded arms. “Anyway, let’s go get ready, Kimmie. I need a shower before I go anywhere…” Lizzie fanned her shirt, grimacing at the post-fuck-no-shower smell that hit her nose. “Definitely. I think we uh… I think it’s safe to say we all worked up a sweat…” Kim laughed nervously and followed Lizzie, “I can wash your back~” “What you can do is go downstairs to shower, Ms. Grabby Hands. I’m going to use the one upstairs,” Lizzie smirked, eliciting a pout from Kim, “I wanna get there before it closes, and that’s not gonna happen if we get wet and naked together.” Kim didn’t have an argument for that, and conceded as Lizzie shooed her down the stairs towards Millie’s gigantic bathroom in the basement. Then she went upstairs herself. I turned to Millie. “You want some tylenol or something?” I giggled as she groaned, shielding her eyes, “You’ve gotta get ready soon too, right?” “I… I mean, I don’t need that booth…” Millie stuttered heavily again with a nervous smile, “I can cancel, and then I can—” “Stay here hungover with me?” I finished for her. “Well…” Millie put her fingers together, “I mean, if you’d like to…” “Millie, don’t be a drip. Go do your nerd shit, and we can just meet up later,” I laughed. “But—” “Don’t get clingy on me already, Mildy,” I teased, “You paid money for that space, right? At the nerd party?” “Well… yes, but—” Millie gave me puppy dog eyes. I narrowed mine back at her. Stupid. Pretty. Green. Eyes. “Will you go with me?” she softly pleaded. “Millie, you remember how I couldn’t walk yesterday?” I gestured to the swollen cankle on my left foot. “You won’t have to walk much! I’m just going to run my booth,” “Millie, I’m going to get bored and climb under that table within like half an hour. Do you think you can like… draw? Or count change? Or do whatever nerd shit you’re going to do? With what I’m gonna be doing to you down there?” Millie looked at the floor as her face reddened. Her dick seemed to enjoy the suggestion though, judging by how she shifted in her seat. She still didn’t move, though—clearly mulling over her options. It was at that point I had to remind myself that Millie was—until very recently—a virgin. So a certain amount of cling was sort of inevitable. Not her fault. That post-fuck euphoria hits us all pretty hard the first time. “Alright. Quit pouting, dweeb,” I rolled my eyes and rested my elbows on the table, “I’ll make you a deal—” “Y—Yes!?” Millie bounced excitedly. “The gathering of the nerds goes on through tomorrow, right?” I asked. “Y-yes,” “I’ll like… hang around here today. Maybe go get another change of clothes or something. But I’ll meet you back here at… when does this thing end?” “Oh, um… the artist booths close at 9… I think,” Millie answered back after some thought. “Alright. I’ll be here when you get back, and we can do like… whatever you want, okay?” “W—what…ever?” I could see the gears turning in Millie’s head as her face continued to redden. “I know what I said, Millie,” I smirked, “And if the swelling in my ankle goes down enough to wear regular shoes? I’ll go with you tomorrow,” “Promise?” Millie prodded. “Yes, Millie!” I raised my voice, but I couldn’t suppress a laugh, “Get the fuck outta here!” Millie smiled and stood from her chair. She leaned in for a kiss, but I surrendered only a quick peck—arms crossed & eyes averted. She bounced away and down the stairs with a grin on her stupid face as I finished putting the dishes away. “So… you Millie’s new girlfriend?” God, that startled me so much that I nearly jumped into one of the cabinets. I spun around as the new voice dug around in the fridge. I finally got my heart out of my throat by the time she made her selection and sat down. “Didn’t mean to scare ya. Sorry,” The woman who sat at the table may have been the most visibly exhausted human being I’ve ever laid eyes on. Her head hung over her meager breakfast—an off-brand lunchables pizza and a 24 oz can of Red Bull, whatever flavor the yellow one is—and observed passively as her hands constructed a four layer pepperoni pizza, which she ate like a sandwich. Completely cold. Her blonde hair hung in slightly frizzy strands over her face, worked loose from the bun around the back of her head while she slept. Her glasses hung from the front pocket of her dirty scrubs, which she had clearly fallen asleep in. On the rare occasion that she actually opened them, I could see that she had the signature pretty green eyes of the Cheese family, albeit with worryingly large bags under them. “N—no, it’s fine… sorry” I sighed in relief, “Holy shit, I didn’t hear you at all…” “I am very sneaky,” she replied, not bothering to look up as she chewed her mouthful of pizza. “Yeah… fuck…” I took a deep breath, trying to quiet the thump of my heart in my ears, “You must be… Brie, right?” “That’s meeeeeee,” she droned, lazily pointing both of her thumbs at herself. “Nice to meet you. I’m Mia. Mia Kamiya.” “G’morning, Mia. And likewise.” Brie smiled briefly before she slumped her head back down and crammed the rest of her pizzawich into her mouth. “Um… rough night?” I asked. “Eh. Stitched a few stab wounds, restarted a guy’s heart, removed a wad of matted hair from some lady’s stomach,” She shrugged, “Wasn’t all bad though. Found out that both of my sisters are dating screamers, at least.” “Oh, jeez…” I sucked through my teeth, realizing that I was now zero for two in first impressions, “I’m so sorry.” “I’m just fuckin’ with you, don’t worry about it. I live with Lizzie. I have earplugs.” Brie finally swallowed her mouthful of pizza and popped open her Red Bull, “How’s your ankle, by the way?” “Oh… it still hurts, but I can walk now. So that’s a plus.” “Mmm…” she nodded, “Just take it easy and you should be fine,” I thanked her again and made my way downstairs. I smiled at Millie, who had begun packing her con kit with a noticeable sense of urgency. She smiled back. I grabbed my toothbrush from my bag and went back into the bathroom. The room was warm and lightly steamed, as you would expect. Kim had finished her shower, and was now doing her makeup in the mirror over the left sink. She pretended not to notice me. Which, honestly? Completely fine with me. Her issues were quite a way down my list of things I had to worry about right now. I borrowed some toothpaste from the medicine cabinet, wet my toothbrush, and started brushing my teeth in the sink on the opposite side of the room. “Enjoy yourself last night?” She asked, after about a minute of complete silence “Mhm,” I mumbled around my toothbrush, “Got real slutty with my girlfriend. Just like I said.” “And mine too?” Kim huffed, turning from the mirror for the first time. The color drained from my face. My toothbrush fell out of my mouth as my jaw dropped and landed in the sink. “What? Where?” “Last night, you ditz. In bed.” Kim rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t…? I thought I was dreaming…“ “Suuuure you did,” she laughed. “N—no, seriously… Oh my god, I am so sorry…” I hid my face, guilt and shame radiating off me, “I was so drunk…” “Whatever,” Kim scoffed, rolling her eyes, “I figured you’d be jealous, but keep your hands off Lizzie. Got it?” “Kim, I said I was—” I stopped short as what she said actually processed, and peeked out from behind my hands, “Wait… what?” “Honestly, you should be happy. Millie’s nice. Don’t be so shallow… looks and size aren’t everything, you know…” “…W—what?” I repeated. “Kind of embarrassing, honestly. Bragging so hard about how big your partner’s dick is… like, it’s not a contest… even if I won…” I began to consider that I might be bleeding into my brain or something, which had caused my grip on reality to slip. What the fuck was she talking about? “B—but… hang on… so you think…” It was around then that I finally clicked the pieces into place,” Ohhhh… oh my… gooood…” I started to laugh. Kim whipped back around, seemingly shocked and slightly offended. I kept laughing. In fact, I laughed so hard that I had to lean against the sink for a few moments to keep my balance. “What?” Kim demanded, red faced out of both anger and embarrassment, “What!? What the fuck is so funny, Mia!?” “Ohhh my gooooddd…” I wheezed, “Hold on… I need a minute…” Kim glared and crossed her arms while I caught my breath. “Okay, so first of all? Don’t think I didn’t catch that backhanded compliment about Millie. I didn’t insult Shrapnel Face McHotTopic or her stupid thumb rings, so let’s try to keep it civil, mmmkay?” I crossed my injured leg over the other, and leaned back on the sink again “Fuck you, Mi—” “Mind your tongue, slag.” I interrupted with a pointed stare. She shut up, and I put up a second finger, “Secondly, I have no reason to be jealous, and certainly no reason to lie about being jealous.” “Oh yeah?” Kim exclaimed smartly in response. “Yes, Kitten!” I shot back with malice, “Because you fucking know what I do when I want to bang someone who’s off the market—I fuck them anyway. Sometimes I throw it up on Insta too, just so everybody knows the score.” Kim didn’t say anything. She just threw her head back and rolled her eyes. “Third—why was Lizzie’s bottom barrel close enough to my mouth for that to happen in the first place?” I tilted my head inquisitively to illustrate my point. “W—well!” Kim uncrossed her arms, and stumbled over a few words, “So what? Y—you’re gonna tell me where I can have sex with my girlfriend now? You didn’t have a problem with it in the living room.“ “Look, if you’re gonna get all pissy about where your partner’s cock goes? Maybe you shouldn’t let it flop in your drunk, slutty sister’s face, hmmm?” “God forbid I expect you to have an ounce of self-control for once,” Kim pulled off her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. “I already said I was sorry, damn it! Deal with it or don’t, but I’m done. Excuse me, I’ve gotta go tell Millie… that—” My voice broke a little bit as belligerent anger turned to sad realization, “—that I’m a bad girlfriend…” I felt my eyes starting to burn, so I turned back toward the sink to hide my face. Unfortunately, there was still a mirror there. So it didn’t really work. “God damn it! I didn’t even make it one day! Fuck!” “H—hey…” Kim’s expression quickly took on an element of concern and surprise, “Mia, are you… crying?” “No!” I lied through my scrunched face, “Fuck off!” “Mia, I—” Kim stepped toward me. “You win! I’ll stay socially distanced so your stupid girlfriend doesn’t catch my slut-cooties, okay!? Fuck the fuck off!” She leaned in to hug me. I shoved her away. Honestly, I almost elbowed her in the face by accident, but she moved her head at the last second as I spun around. “Hey! I was just—” “What? Like, trying to comfort me or something? You fuckin’… pick at me until I cry… didn’t even know what I did! And now you want a fucking hug? Go fuck yourself, Kim.” “You… you really do care about her, don’t you?” Kim asked in complete disbelief, “Do you like… love her? For real?” It pissed me off at first. Until I came up with my answer, at least. “I don’t know!” I hissed through my tears, “But I wanted to try… and that’s like… further than I’ve ever gotten before…” There was a long silence after that. I put my hands over my face and tried to steady my breathing. Both for my benefit, and because I was beginning to realize how much my sobbing was freaking Kim out. She hadn’t seen me cry for real since… …since Mom found out, I guess. “Mia, I—” Kim began, struggling for words, “Look, I… I thought you tricked me. About Millie, and all that. I was really happy that you finally… opened up again, you know? And I thought—... actually, it doesn’t matter,” Kim took a deep breath and massaged her temples. “And now I feel like… you probably didn’t. Trick me, I mean. And I feel like I… maybe fucked up…” I wanted to be mad, but I really couldn’t be. It wasn’t like I hadn’t lied to Kim before to get what I wanted. Honestly, there was a point where I just did it out of spite. I wasn’t the best sister, to put it lightly. “I get a bit… defensive. When you’re involved,” Kim began, “Being compared to you makes me a little crazy. Even when I’m the one doing the comparison, I guess..” “I am pretty great,” I sobbed into my hands. Kim’s eyes narrowed as she sighed. “You know what? I’m going to let you have that one,” Kim smiled and tried to suppress a laugh. I sniffled and tried to stop crying. It took a little bit, but I managed. “Really, Mia. I’m sorry.” Kim said. “It’s… not really your fault. I’ve been kind of like… walled off. And dishonest,” I droned, “ For a long time. But I act surprised when people have a hard time believing me when I’m not.” The silence that overtook the room was comparable to the vacuum of space. Kim started to say something a couple of times, but never got anything out. I could tell that she wanted to push back against my grim self-assessment. Because she didn’t want me to be sad. But she couldn’t. Because it was all true. “We can… keep this between us?” Kim offered in a voice barely above a whisper,  “Lizzie wasn’t mad or anything, so I’m sure she would keep it a secret too.” “Thanks… but I um…” I wiped the tears from my face with my damp shower towel and stood up a little straighter, “I gotta go… talk to Millie.”

Chapter 8 - Slow Night

Dario falls onto the couch and sighs. Taking off his super suit but only halfway. He was too tired to take it off. He closes his eyes to relax a bit. Only opening them when he hears Sayuri walk in. He smiles seeing that she brought him something to eat. It was his favorite dish she cooks. The slight spice filled his nose.  “I made you a little something.” She smiles and sits next to him.  “I can smell it. Thank you.” Dario sits up as she hands him the dish. As he eats, they chat a little.  “How was the mission?” Sayuri asked.  “Pretty easy. Just a couple thugs thinking they can get away with things.” Dario sets his plate down on the coffee table. He takes Sayuri’s hand and pulls her into a hug. They ended up snuggling on the couch. Dario plays with her hair a little, twirling it in between his fingers. “Did you do anything else today besides cook?” Dario asked.  “Honestly, I slept a lot. I stayed up late last night on patrol.”  “Understandable, I probably would have too.”  She smiles and nuzzles into him. Taking one of her hands and kissing it a few times, making her giggle a little. Dario relaxes more and holds his girlfriend close. Using his powers, a little to warm them both up a little. Sayuri reaches over to grab a throw blanket and wrap them in it.  “Comfy?” Dario asked. “Very. I might fall asleep."  "Same."  "Are you going to take you suit off at all?" Sayuri asked.  "Eh, I'm too comfortable to get up."  Sayuri smiles and nuzzles more. 

Chapter 3 - Merry Fuckmas

Dario enters the room to see Sayuri had wrapped herself in a red ribbon. The ribbon covered her chest and lower. Her jet black hair was pulled back with a big red bow. Making her look like a giant present. “Are you my Christmas gift?” He asked. “One of them.” She giggles and takes his hands. Leading him over to a tree. Under it were a few presents of different sizes. Some were as big as him, others were the size of a book.  “What’s all this for?”  “Each gift is a toy you can use on me.” Sayuri explained,” I’m going to roll this dice and that's how many gifts you can open.”  “You had this planned out for a while now haven’t you?”  “I have.” She kisses his cheek. Sayuri pulls out a 20d and rolls it onto the table. It tumbles and lands on nine. They both look at it to confirm the number. Dario blushes bright red seeing as that was a big number. Looking at the boxes there was definitely enough there for him to pick from. The one that did catch his eye and what he was going to pick no matter what was a medium sized box. Unwrapping the paper, he reveals a bondage sex chair. There were restraint straps on it as well.  “I can start getting that set up as you pick the other eight.” Sayuri suggested.  “Go ahead, I’m having a hard time picking out the rest.” Dario was a bit overwhelmed by the gifts. He wanted to make sure Sayuri had the best time. Having the items wrapped was difficult. This time he goes for a smaller box. Unwrapping a wooden paddle with XOXO engraved. Going for the smaller items now, Dario unwraps a vibrating wand, a new gag, blindfold, and a lingerie set for Sayuri. Dario looks over to his girlfriend,” I have no idea what to pick for the last three items.”  She had the chair all set up and was waiting for him,” You want me to pick the last three?”  “Yes please.”  Sayuri looks over the gifts and grabs the last of the smaller gifts. She hands them to him and kisses his cheek,” You can open them as I put this on.”  She takes the lingerie set and hands into another bedroom. Opening the last three gifts Dario opened nipple bumps, bondage tape, and an electric shock wand. Getting those set up and ready he waits for Sayuri. She steps out in an open cup lace bodysuit. She also put her hair up in a bun so it won’t be in the way. Dario whistles as she steps out.  “Ready for your gift?” She asked. “Yes.”  Dario takes off his shirt and throws it to the side. He stands behind her and puts his hands on her body. He rubbed the inside of thighs up to her breast. Sayuri puts her arms up and behind her, wrapping them around his neck. Dario leans in to kiss her neck.  “When should I start using the items?” Dario whispers.  “Whenever you want. I’m ready for all of it.”  He reaches over and grabs the blindfold. Wrapping it around her eyes. Taking one of her hands and leads her over to the chair. Helping her up so he could restrain her. Once tied down, Sayuri had no idea what he was going to do to her.  Plugging in the vibrator, Dario turns it onto the lowest setting. Putting it gently against her nipples. Sayuri takes a deep breath as she enjoys it. Switching the vibrator between her nipples and lower. Causing Sayuri to moan a little. Turning the setting up to three and keeping it on her lower. Enjoying this a lot, Sayuri tries to grab anything she can but can’t.  Dario turns the wand up one more setting. There were 10 settings in total and they were on four. Wanting to try the other items, he places the wand down but still on her. He gets the nipple bump ready and on her. Sayuri flinches a little at the feeling at first. “You okay?” Dario asked. “Yes, It’s just hard to prepare when you can’t see anything.” She smiles.  “I understand.” He gently kisses her lips and he turns the pump on. It starts sucking on her breast. In between kisses Sayuri lets out a small moan. He reaches down to turn the vibrator up two more settings and puts it closer to her. She tried to move but the restraints stopped her. Dario takes the gag and puts it on her.  “One last thing for the slow teasing then we can get into it.”  Sayuri nods and takes deep breaths. Dario takes his pants off and pulls down his boxers. Taking the vibrator away for a second as he maxes the setting. He holds the vibrator on her, causing Sayuri to moan loudly. Seeing her get turned on so much by the vibrator, made him a bit hard.  Rubbing his own dick now, Dario got ready. Once fully hard, he removes the wand and teases her with his dick. Sayuri moans a bit louder as she is teased. This time around he lightly fucked her, but just enough to give her a good time. After a good 20 minutes, Dario unties Sayuri and helps her up. Holding her close and kissing her cheek,” Merry Christmas my love.”  “Merry Christmas.”

Chapter 0 - Hermification Booth

Hannah loves herms so much she wants to be one herself. She's about to get her wish. Hermification booth by Zmeydros (Edited by Tiliquain and Secretskunk) The holographic sign for the Emerging Technologists Convention had fuchsia block letters that got bigger and smaller in a ripple effect that was traveling through a background made of stylized blueprints. This was a smaller convention that was geared more toward startups than big established corporations. The convention details didn't matter much at this moment because Hannah was in the sex lounge getting pounded by an auburn-feathered hippogryph. The other people in the sex lounge watched Hannah as her pussy was stretched once again by the hippogryph's mottled pink and black horsecock. They'd spent about a minute using missionary, but that just didn't fit Hannah's mood. Doggystyle was feeling a lot better. Hannah caught herself stifling a moan and then thought to herself "Why am I being shy? There's like ten people in here and they're in here for a good fuck just like me." Instead of stifling her moans, she started to moan like a hyena in heat. She did credit to her species--the other people in the room stared wide-eyed at her as her heavy breasts flailed from the thrusts. "That's right! MOAN for ME!" The hippogryph smacked her ass. Hannah yelped in surprise at the sudden smack and tightened her pussy as a rush of adrenaline washed over her. Now this was fun! All that time increasing her pussy's strength and capacity was worth it. She clamped down on the hippogryph's equine endowment, causing hir to grunt and moan. When Hannah let up the pressure, she felt the shaft slide even deeper, hitting the end of her tunnel, and she winced before letting out a yelp of pleasure. The mixture of pleasure, pain, and thrill was like a gourmet turkey club sandwich--she couldn't get enough. The hippogryph grunted and gasped as hir massive balls smacked against Hannah's clit over and over again. Hannah could feel the herm's prick getting even harder as the flare formed. Hannah was about to claim her prize. Hannah looked back to watch the hippogryph perform hir last thrust. It was a nice quick jab that hit the deepest spot inside her and made their breasts flail. Hannah growled as the hippogryph squawked and sent thick cum down hir incredible girthy shaft. The sensation of being filled with so much spunk nearly sent Hannah into orgasm. Being watched may have distracted her from the sensations enough for her to take longer, or it was just one of those days where her orgasm was elusive. Even without orgasm, it was extremely satisfying to look into the eyes of the people watching her as this sexy herm turned her into a cream-filled hyena. Hannah's heart was still pounding a few minutes later when the herm pulled out and asked, "What's your name again?" Hannah laughed along with about half the people in the room. "Hannah, what's yours?" "Troxeil," the herm replied. "Sorry I couldn't get you off. I was able to hold back the first two times, but that third time, when you clenched, I just couldn't." "Oh, no worries, it was awesome! My body can be a bit stubborn with orgasms. Sometimes it takes over an hour." Hannah was about to push her front off of the table, when she started to look at the other occupants of the room. "There's a talk I want to catch, mind if I catch up to you later?" Troxeil caught some cum as it dripped off of hir shaft and then licked it up. "No prob. And if this is a one time thing, that's fine too. I'll see ya if I see ya." Hannah waved. Troxeil smirked at the corner of hir beak and waved before walking through the automatic glass door to the attached locker room. Hannah continued her visual search for the next cock she wanted stuffed in her. A short herm husky kept eyeing her shyly. Whenever Hannah looked at hir, shi looked away. It was cute. Hannah motioned for the husky to come forward and then pointed at her used snatch. The husky blushed deeply and pulled off hir pants to reveal hir throbbing need. Shi got behind Hannah and shoved all the way in. Shi was not nearly as big as Hannah's last occupant, but canine phalluses have a wonderful shape to them. Hannah moaned loudly as she tightened around the welcome intruder. The husky made no attempt to reassure Hannah that shi wanted anything but a warm place to stick hir erection. Shi pounded Hannah at full speed, panting, grunting, and moaning. Had the shyness just been an act? It didn't matter, Hannah was in a happy place once again. She was getting pounded in front of an audience who was now entranced by her unabashed sluttyness. Two male dragons that were having sex against the wall gave her a thumbs-up. A threesome of two male foxes and one female red panda grinned at her when she looked at them. A foursome of a herm minotaur, a herm tiger, a buck, and a male bunny stopped thrusting and sucking to look at her when she squealed. The husky behind her was going even faster now. So fast that her whole body was vibrating and her cunny was sending wondrous sensations up her spine. The husky yipped as hir knot grew. Shi grabbed at one of her breasts and Hannah's hip as shi popped the knot in and out. Hannah felt her whole body warm up from the knot's extra stimulation. Then, when the knot was too big to slip in and out anymore, the husky jammed it in and howled as hot spunk spurted out of hir shaft. If the husky had waited just a minute longer, Hannah might have finally had her orgasm, but instead, she just let out a hearty moan and pressed back against the sexy herm that was taking her. The husky herm used hir cellphone while shi was tied to Hannah. Hannah smirked to herself and just lay there enjoying the feeling of being tied. Just being a cum dump for a sexy husky was kind of kinky in its own way. She took a deep breath and relaxed as she scanned the room. The minotaur was now pulling out of the herm tiger. This bovine herm had a nice somewhat-unique equine cock with a mostly flat head except for the fact that it was slanted so that the cock came to a point. It was still really thick and had a medial ring. Hannah waved the bovine over. This bovine was stocky and a beautiful shade of dark grey. While this bovine's  breasts were not quite as huge as the rest of hir, they would look ridiculous on the husky that she was currently tied to. The horns on minotaur herm went out and then around and down, protecting the sides of hir head. Shi also had some very nice muscles to show off. When the minotaur walked up to Hanna's face, Hannah felt her nipples tingle at the musky mixture of masculine and feminine scents. Herms were the greatest! Hannah was hooked on them. She couldn't stop wondering what it was like to feel an orgasm from two places at once or what it was like to have a penis and balls. Hannah's inner thoughts were derailed when the bovine herm shoved hir half-erect cock into Hannah's face. "If you want to get this inside you, get me hard again." With a wink, Hannah said, "A cock is in my face, I don't need any other reason to suck on it." As Hannah started licking the tip of the herm's shaft, the herm attempted to introduce hirself. "I'm--maah!" Hannah laughed and stopped for a moment. "I'm Drucelle." "I'll call you Dru." Hannah took the head of Dru's cock into her mouth before shi could respond. Dru grabbed Hannah's head and slowly bucked hir hips as shi got hard. Hannah felt her whole body start tingling. Having her head grabbed, a big erection shoved into her maw, and an audience watching while she was still tied was almost too much. She let the cock slide deeper and deeper into her muzzle until she started letting it enter her throat. Dru started grunting and thrusting a bit more as hir erection throbbed powerfully. Hannah reached behind Dru's balls and slipped three fingers into hir huge cunt as she gave hir head. Dru started bucking harder and moaning. A couple minutes later, Dru was gripping Hannah's head hard and started testing Hannah's many years of experience giving blowjobs. Dru couldn't seem to control hir hips and was practically fucking Hannah right down her throat. Hannah especially liked feeling Dru's balls hiting her chin. Just as Hannah started having problems with her gag reflex, Dru's whole body stiffened and hir hefty prick throbbed. "Oh! I think I'm!" She drank down Dru's thick seed, letting Dru shove hir cock as deep as it could go. Well, the husky's knot had outlasted Dru. Not that Hannah was complaining. The feeling of Dru's cunny grabbing at her fingers while hir phallus twitched all the way down its length had Hannah shivering in arousal. Dru was gasping and moaning like a pornstar. Hannah desperately wanted to feel what Dru was feeling right now. After Dru was finally spent, shi pulled hir cock all the way out. "Sorry I didn't--" "It's fine. I had fun!" Hannah gave Dru's thigh a whack. "My name's Hannah Gould and I live here in Tishen City. How about you?" "I live here too, only a few miles from downtown," Dru said. "My place is on the southern edge of downtown. How about you look me up on SensualCiti and we can have a nice fuck later." Hannah grinned. A big excited smile curled the edges of Dru's lips. "Sure! I'm free on Tuesday and Thursday evening this week." "Let's do it Thursday. I'm free after six, send me a message." "Okay, I think I'm going to stick around to see if you ever manage to orgasm." Dru grabbed hir phone and sat in an easy chair. When Hannah's phone chimed, shi said, "Sent you a calendar invite." "Great!" Hannah grinned. The husky pulled hir knot out with a pop and walked away, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Dru or Hannah were even there. Spooge made its way down the husky's inner thigh as shi walked into the locker room. Hannah stood up and then sat on the padded table that had been supporting her belly and abdomen. It was the perfect height for people that wanted to bend over and get some standing doggystyle loving. She looked around the room to find the next cock she wanted to try out, and then her jaw dropped. When did Alexi Tishen enter the room and why was shi staring at Hannah? Alexi walked over. "You know what turns me on more than just about anything? People who have a strong kink for herms and like being watched." Alexi pulled up hir purple skirt to show shi had no undergarments on and that the head of hir blue prehensile cock was already out of its sheath. "Want my cock to be your pussy's next occupant?" Hannah the spotted hyena couldn't speak. She had seen every porn video Alexi had posted of hir random encounters with other furs and all of the pornos that shi participated in just for fun. This green dragon with purple stripes, a yellow belly, big scaly canine-like ears and a prehensile cock. Shi was the first herm Hannah ever masturbated to. Alexi waited patiently for Hannah to speak while making a question mark shape with hir prick. Eventually, Hannah spread her legs and looked into Alexi's eyes, studying the way hir irises went from yellow on the outer edge to orange in the middle. Hannah's face burned with a deep blush as she said, "Get that thing in me, right now!" Alexi pulled off hir skirt and blouse. Shi had no bra on. Hir C-cup breasts were much like Hannah's--they held their shape really well. Shi grabbed Hannah's legs and pressed hir emerging penis against Hannah's pussy. Hannah moaned and shook hir hips as Alexi ground their crotches against each other. Then Hannah blew out air as shi felt Alexi's flexible tapered prick start to enter. Every time Hannah moaned loudly, Alexi's cock made a point of sliding across her clit to make her screech in ecstasy. Every inch that entered Hannah felt amazing. It was like a thick tongue, made for fucking, exploring her pussy. The sensations were pleasurable, but distracting. Hannah could barely catch her breath. Now Alexi was deep inside her and every time she made Alexi moan, she felt a bit of pride. This person, this idol of the herm gender, was not only fucking her, shi seemed to be enjoying hirself. "What's your name? I want something to yell when I cum." Alexi licked Hannah's cheek. "Hannah Gould." With the daze she was in, it was no surprise she gave her whole name as if she was in class and Alexi was her professor. "That's a pretty name." Alexi shoved the last bit of hir shaft into Hannah. Hannah moaned and bucked her hips. "YES!" "Grab onto me, I want to smoosh our breasts together." Alexi put hir arms around Hannah and pulled her close. When Alexi's lips moved toward Hannah's, Hannah greedily kissed, going right past lips touching to shoving her tongue into Alexi's mouth. Alexi took it all in stride using hir forked dragon tongue to caress and rub Hannah's tongue, lips, and teeth. As they kissed, Alexi started to thrust. Hannah moaned into the kiss. This was really happening! Alexi's nipples were so hard against her own, could she really have turned on Alexi that much? The thrusts got harder and harder until both of them were grunting, panting and moaning. Alexi went faster and deeper making their bodies clap together. Hannah felt tingles all over her body as Alexi's cock made waves and corkscrews, and lingered on the places that made Hannah squirm the most. It was overwhelming. Whenever she looked at what was going on or had her mouth pressed against Alexi's, she could hardly believe it. When she closed her eyes, she had trouble believing that Alexi would be there when she opened them. It wasn't that having sex with Alexi was all that impossible, it was just that being so lucky to have her innermost desires answered was beyond any expectations she had for going to this convention. What had to be ten minutes later, Alexi's moans were getting louder and a bulge at the base of hir cock was growing. Alexi panted out, "You're going to outlast--hah--me!" Hannah wanted to cum with Alexi, but her mind kept thinking about how this was actually happening and her body just seemed to want to savor the near-orgasmic pleasure of this coupling. Hannah did a hyena laugh when Alexi shoved hir round knot into her. "HANNAH GOOOOUUUULD!" As Alexi emptied hir load into Hannah, and she felt the first wave of her own orgasm building, her mind worried that she might not actually cum and that was enough to stop the orgasm dead in its tracks. She wanted to cum too bad to cum? How fucked up was that? Hannah gasped and kissed Alexi's neck as Alexi dug hir claws into Hannah's back. Alexi stopped just short of puncturing Hannah's skin and the sensation of being held so tightly had Hannah feeling very relaxed. Alexi's pulsing phallus moved in wonderful waves as it continued to fill Hannah. Hannah couldn't help but moan and grab onto Alexi until shi stopped delivering hir spooge. A minute later, Alexi said, "I thought you were going to cum there for a moment. You have to be horny out of your mind by now. Someone told me I'm the third cock you've ridden today." Hannah frowned and looked away from Alexi. "I'm so sorry, I started worrying about not cumming with you." "I used to do that a lot. No worries." Alexi stroked Hannah's fur. "Oh, really?" Hannah blinked. "Don't look at me, I'm far from perfect." Alexi laughed. "In fact, I have many flaws. I start projects that I never finish, I suck at making baked goods, I don't know if I'll ever truly be good at BDSM because deep down I don't fully understand it, I sometimes use magick to solve problems out of laziness, and I get bored of things too fast sometimes. And my famous sex drive, well, I have to feed it so often that the the Vice CEO and other administrators have to back me up. The company is set up to deal with that, but there are times when it causes problems." As Hannah listened, the worry she felt started to loosen its grasp. She really needed to think about how much she idolized people. "Wow, that's a long list." "Yep, I just don't want anyone to pretend I'm perfect. It sets the bar a bit too high... Mind if I change the subject?" Alexi moved hir head back a bit so Hannah could see hir face. "Not at all." "With how much you like herms, I'm curious why you haven't tried being one yourself." Hannah's eyes went wide. "Well, I've heard it's complex magic and that it takes a while and--" "Not anymore. This is the second convention where we've opened up a Hermification Booth. You can go in there and ten minutes later, you're a herm with whatever equipment you prefer." Alexi grinned. "WHAT?" Hannah balked. "Yep, we're opening it to the public tonight and it will remain open until the convention closes. In one month, there will be a permanent one downtown, but you don't have to wait for that, we can go right now!" The question of whether Hannah wanted to go through with having her sex life changed drastically didn't even cross her mind. The moment Alexi mentioned the possibility as something easy and quick, she knew. She was going to be a herm by the end of the day, unless something big came along and derailed her plans. "I thought you said it's opening tonight? And how much does it cost?" "For me, it's already open. And for you, there is no cost as long as you let me do a bit of promotion. You like being watched, yes?" Hannah felt her eyes get wet. She had no idea what to say. What she'd wanted for years was now just being given to her and all she had to do was let people watch? It was perfect. "Don't mark me down as a saint just yet. For anyone else, it only costs about as much as a very nice sex toy and if a doctor can show that you are herm transgendered, it's free."  Shi grabs Hannah's buttocks and wraps hir tail around Hannah's waist. "Hug me with your legs and arms." Hannah did so and then looked at Alexi with wide eyes. "Should we go out like this?" "If I get you cleaned up a bit so you don't drip and we're not blocking traffic, we'll be within the rules." Alexi took a towel off the rack on the side of the table and cleaned up between Hannah's thighs. Hannah moaned as Alexi put hir arms around her and lifted her off the table. Alexi started walking toward the door where people entered the sex lounge from the main hallway. The bouncing from Alexi's strides caused little tugs on Alexi's knot that made the both moan. After waving at gawking onlookers, Alexi said, "You haven't said 'yes' yet. I'll turn around and put you back where I found you if you don't want to go through with it. No judging, no issue." "Yes, yes I want it! I just wish we were there already." Hannah's heart started to beat faster. "It's good we're not there yet, you haven't decided what you want between your legs." "Horse cock and big balls!" Hannah said without having to think at all. Alexi laughed so hard that both of them ended up bouncing and moaning a bit. "Okay, I may have underestimated you a bit." "It's all right, I underestimate myself a lot." Hannah giggled. Alexi hugged Hannah tenderly as they walked, not saying another word. Hannah felt oddly comforted and very horny at the same time. She was knotted to a hot herm and she hadn't gotten off yet. What was it going to take? At first, Hannah was overwhelmed by all the people staring at her and Alexi, but then she started noticing the numerous thumbs-up, smiles, and waves they were getting. It seemed that most of the furs and humans here were happy to see a free pornographic situation. Alexi was well known for shenanigans like this, so no one should have been that surprised. The best reactions were the furs that blushed and tried to watch them out of the corner of their eye. Just seeing other furs get turned on by her streaking down the hallway tied to this dragon was enough to make Hannah even wetter. When there was a break in the crowd, the curved ceiling of the convention center caught Hannah's attention. The glass or whatever transparent stuff they used to build it was in these odd trapezoidal pieces. They looked like the way cells are arranged in wood. Did her professor use "Voronoi" to describe that pattern? That seemed right. Booths were ahead and it looked like an asymmetric design craze had taken over this year. Lop-sided triangles with strange metal scaffolding, booths with roofs that went across at any angle other than ninety degrees, and curving accents that ended in sharp points were everywhere. There were anthros of all shapes and sizes, as to be expected, but when Hannah saw the purple and orange holographic sign for the Hermification Booth, she shivered in excitement. Four nude herms were sitting in front of the booth with a sign on their table that said, "Recently Hermified Q&A." There was a dragon, an ocelot, a horse, and a fox. They all looked pretty stunning, but the fox was Hannah's favorite. Shi just looked so happy and her compact body was so perfectly sculpted. Hir exercise routine must have been amazing. Just under the sign for the booth was another sign. "Schedule Your Hermification online at hermbooth.tish or right here. Booth opens in 2hrs 23min." Four holographic interface screens were being used by a line of eight furs. The ratio of males to females was about equal. Alexi walked right past the herms in front and through the silver-and-purple-threaded curtain which was drawn across the booth. There were two doors; the first one they came to said "Exhibitionist" and the second said "Private." The room that the "Exhibitionist" door led to was made completely of transparent material. Anyone standing out front or passing by would see whatever went down in that room. That's the door that Alexi walked through as shi said, "Ready to put on a little show?" Hannah gasped and tightened her pussy around Alexi as she thought about a crowd watching her grow a horse cock. "Fuck! I'm getting so wet just thinking about it." "I think we have even more in common than I originally surmised." Alexi grinned so wide that hir lips were tightly curled upward at the ends. The look was almost predatory and something about it excited Hannah even more. Then Hannah looked down at Alexi's breasts and sniffed the air. A strong scent of arousal was coming from Alexi's female parts. Hannah grabbed Alexi's ass and ground on hir knot for a moment as she thought about what was about to happen. Both of them moaned. Alexi licked Hannah's chin and Hannah started french kissing hir like it was the first moment they'd had alone on a honeymoon. Being this familiar with someone Hannah viewed as a sex god was fantastic. When she broke the kiss, she said, "Alexi, wanna be the first person I try my new cock on?" Alexi groped Hannah's butt. "Your sex drive rivals mine and I'm not sure if you can fully understand how much that turns me on." "Wait, knowing that someone is as horny as you turns you on?" "Yeah, think about it. Imagine that I'm as horny as you are most of the time. Walking around with my clit tingling, wanting to strip off my clothes at important business meetings, imagining sex with any fur that makes eye contact too long, etc." Hannah's heart started pounding harder. "Wow! That is hot!" "See? It's awesome." "Yes!" "Good, now, let's uncouple so we can get started." Alexi's knot shrank as if by command. "Wait, you have full control of your knot?" "Yeah, full control. I can keep it inflated for an hour or tie someone after a quickie and then go back to work five minutes later." Alexi started lifting Hannah off of hir. Hannah moaned as Alexi's knot popped out and their mixed juices fell out of her still throbbing cunny onto the floor. When she was standing on her own two feet, she said, "Wow, I want that kind of control for my flare." "Then you shall have it." Alexi started turning stuff on. A pearlescent-peach-colored cube with an off-center cyan-glowing line--it was probably some sort of computing cluster. Shi flipped on a holographic display, a non-holographic 3D display, three robotic arms with cameras attached to them. Three robotic arms with mic's attached to them. And lastly, a robotic arm with three spheres attached to it. The spheres had orange camera lenses attached to them, arranged in a very complex, mostly-random-looking pattern. All the arms came out of the ceiling. Alexi's face became serious. "I need you to sign some forms. They aren't a big deal, you will not sign away your right to sue us. And no matter what changes we make, your body will remain your body and you will have all the same rights you had before you entered. One of the forms is actually you taking legal possession of the changes we make. The last form allows us to stream this demo live on the website and retain a recording of it for promotional purposes. Sound good?" "Okay. I'll take a look at them." The excitement Hannah had been feeling went down a bit. Thinking about legal stuff was one of the best ways for her to curb her libido. "Shexala, please display typical forms including a streaming license for live broadcast. If you need a chair, just ask." "Okay." The forms appeared holographically in front of Hannah. She started reading through them and found that the terms were actually very agreeable. The forms had definitions for all the terms and links to websites to look up different legal information. She stopped reading when her eyes glazed over about five minutes later, and just started signing everything. "Done already?" Alexi tilted hir head. "I'm horny, your company has a great track record, and I can't imagine anything in one of those forms that would stop me from wanting to get hermified." Alexi smiled wide before saying, "OK, Shexala, please raise the curtains and prepare the chair." A soft low-pitched bing came from the area near the cube-shaped computer. The curtains started going up and what looked like a metal coffee table started rising from the floor. As it rose, it started to form the shape of a contoured chair that had a slant to its back. "Look at me for a moment," Alexi said. The arm holding three spheres moved to Hannah's back and produced a field of laser light that made her fur glow green for a few seconds. The beam was coming from the bottom left sphere. Then the arm moved to Hannah's front about five feet ahead of her. "Close your eyes." Hannah did so and she saw that green light was shining on her eyelids. It must have been measuring her or something. "Okay, I'm going to start talking to the audience. I'll give you cues as to what to do. If you want me to mute, just put your hand over your muzzle and shake your head. If you want me to frost the glass and shut off the cameras, put your hand over your eyes and shake your head. If you want both right away, just say 'apricot.'" "Why a-, I mean that word?" "There aren't many words that sound like it and it just popped into my head." Alexi smirked. Hannah giggled and walked toward the chair. Shi held up a finger. "Wait, I'll give you cues. I'm planning on showing off your body before we start. Is it okay if I talk about your sluttiness? I actually think it's something to be proud of." "I like the sound of that. Now that STD's have been conquered and birth control is available to everyone, I think the word 'slut' has lost most of its dirt." Hannah grinned as she turned to look at the audience. There were like forty people out there now. Alexi said, "Shexala, continuous broadcast unless you see the gestures I described to the patient or either of us says 'apricot.' Are there any bumps in your understanding of these directives?" "No Alexi. Upon 'apricot' glass fogged, all recording and broadcasting equipment shut down. Upon other gestures, appropriate action will be taken." Shexala's voice was that of a very calm middle-aged woman. "Broadcast begins in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1" Alexi pointed at the crowd and then Hannah. "I bet all of you are wondering what I'm going to do to this poor sex-crazed hyena. Well, I'm going to give her a nice big horse cock and balls to play with." The crowd cheered. A mostly red male dragon was undressing slowly, looking at Alexi's naked body. "I found her in the sex lounge taking one herm after another and outlasting them all. Then I had a go with her and she outlasted me. I think she was a bit distracted, but maybe I'm just having an off day." The crowd laughed. Two herms in the audience, a snow leopard and a gray fox, looked at Hannah while they undressed each other. Hannah felt her pussy start to throb looking down at the crowd. The energy they had was amazing. She wondered if they were trying to impress her and Alexi with their debauchery or whether they were just that horny. "So, Hannah, what's the first thing you're going to do with your new horse cock?" Alexi winked at her. "Fuck you!" Hannah said, laughing. The crowd laughed with her. Alexi chuckled. "See, it's not always an insult." The crowd laughed more and then yelled "Fuck you!" "That's the spirit!" Alexi started pointing to members of the crowd. "I'll be in Sex Lounge Alpha around four o'clock and I expect to see every one of you there in a long line." A bunch of crowd members flashed Alexi, breasts, hard cocks, pussies, asses. Alexi's own erection started to emerge. Hannah's left paw reached down and started rubbing her clit. She gasped and then took her hand away. How much more of this could she take before she just orgasmed from how hot the situation was? Her whole body was throbbing and it felt like she had a fever. "Hannah, please touch yourself more while giving the audience the last glimpse of your body before we change it." Hannah trembled as she rubbed her clit and grabbed a breast facing the audience. She moaned and bucked her hips. She was so sensitive everywhere that it almost hurt. She turned and bent over exposing her snatch to the audience before slipping two fingers into herself. She felt a powerful tingle run down to the tip of her tail and down her legs to her toes. She started fucking herself with her fingers as her other hand moved to her clit. She looked back at the audience and saw at least six beautiful cocks being stroked as their eyes were fixed on her masturbatory show. A hot flash ran through her as she thought about them all lining up and cumming inside her one after another. Alexi didn't interrupt her at all even though her moans were getting louder and louder. As she watched the crowd, the two naked herms in the audience gave each other a hand job. She just watched these herms as she continued to finger herself. Other members of the crowd were undressing. Soon, the gray wolf herm started quivering, about to cum. Hir snow leopard partner went down and caught the gush of spunk with hir mouth. Seeing someone orgasm while watching her was too much; Hannah did a hyena laugh and came right in front of everyone. Her hips bucked and ground, her pussy dripped, her whole body burned. She just kept her ass end pointed at the crowd as she felt her pussy milk her fingers for non-existent male product. The crowd cheered and took off more clothes. Several more had undone their pants and skirts and were openly masturbating at this point. As her orgasm continued, Hannah started getting light-headed from gasping and moaning so much. Her whole body felt so warm and light. When her orgasm subsided, she stood up and turned her front to the audience. She bowed. They applauded and cheered. Seeing the aroused crowd all looking at her made her nipples tingle. That orgasm was huge, but it wasn't even close to satisfying her. She normally needed more than one and today, almost all her kinks were being hit by a fully-loaded train. "Thanks for the show. Have a seat to receive your reward." Alexi pointed at the chair with both hands, doing hir best impression of a gameshow host while hir prick was at full attention. Hannah shivered in excitement as she ran over and sat in the chair. It fit her perfectly and she would have felt relaxed if she wasn't about to get her own fully-functioning horse cock. Her heart was pounding, her pussy was so wet and hot that she felt like fidgeting, and her nipples were very hard. "Let's get started." Alexi stood on the opposite side of the table so shi could look down at Hannah or out at the crowd. The cameras followed hir. "What color or colors did you want your horse cock, balls and sheath to be?" "All dark brownish black like my other naughty bits." Hannah looked at the three spheres with orange lenses all over them. That was probably what was going to make hir dreams come true. "How long would you like to be?" Alexi smiled. "Thirteen inches long and two and a half inches in diameter. Just like my favorite toy." Hannah smirked when the crowd cheered. "You've obviously thought about this before." Shi chuckled. "How about your balls?" "In proportion to my cock? Pretty big, but manageable. And a big productive prostate to go with them. I want to produce lots of cum and pre so I can make nice big messes!" "Do you want it to just be constructed from the bottom up or do you want to feel it grow as if you were transforming?" Alexi groped Hannah's breast. The unexpected pleasure caused Hannah to moan aloud before saying, "Transforming. Much hotter that way." "Shexala, you now have the color and other parameters, initiate the procedure." "Confirmed, I have all required parameters. Initiating." The arm with the three spheres moved to about two feet above Hannah's crotch. Orange beams appeared from the three spheres out of at least five of the lenses. Hannah felt a strong tingling in her crotch and an electric crackle up her spine just as a sheath started to form. It felt like her crotch was asleep. It was an annoying dull tingling. The spheres moved up her body creating tingles all the way up her spine as they went. Now her sheath felt like tender fuzzy folds of skin. The spheres moved back down to her crotch and balls started to form. She could feel them stretching her skin into a ball sac. Whatever the beams did to her nervous system made her able to feel like these additions were just growing out of her body; indistinguishable from the rest of her flesh. She looked at the crowd. Even more of them were naked now and there was a man train somewhere near the middle. Their eyes were fixed on the large zoomed-in holographic display of her crotch. Her balls got bigger and bigger and the pleasure caused pressure in her sheath. She moaned and bucked her hips. Soon the head of her new cock started poking out. The beams aimed at her cock. She gasped as she watched it extend from the sheath and grow. The throbbing sensation of pressure building and then releasing within her prick as it grew caused her to gasp and grab her breasts. She watched the flat head get wider and wider; she felt the cool air move around her shaft, which felt tender and vulnerable as it grew. She felt the flesh of her sheath stretch as the girth increased. She forced herself not to buck her hips when it suddenly started pushing through her sheath, getting much longer. The mere sight of her horse member growing was nearly enough to send her over the edge, but the sensations that came along with it... Those were astonishing. An orgasm hit her just as it reached its full size. The orgasm was so hard and fast, it was like an electric shock. She let out a hyena laugh and squirmed in the chair only to have nothing come out. She had cum before the plumbing had been installed! The orgasm couldn't reach its full potential. The moment she was calm again, the beams lingered on her balls for a few seconds, making them grow to nice hefty proportions that matched her amazing new manly pole. "AAAH!" They felt so big and the growing process felt like a deep massage that was touching places no hand could reach. Then the beams went deep into her crotch. She could feel some warmth as they traveled across her balls again. Then they focused under the base of her cock and followed it all the way up to the tip. The spheres moved away as a bead of pre formed.  Hannah looked at the flat head of her cock, the veins, the unique folds of flesh, the little nubs around the head, and the medial ring. When she had cum, it had flared a bit, but the flare was now returning to its normal size. "If you don't touch it, I will," Alexi said. Hannah giggled. The fact that her cock was real hadn't fully dawned on her yet. She reached down with a shaky hand and poked the head. "AAH!" She could feel its hard but rubbery texture. Much like the flesh of her clit or nipples when they were at the height of arousal. Many of the crowd members became transfixed as they saw her touch her horse endowment for the first time. Just that little bit of prodding caused the bead of pre at her tip to get bigger. She got some of the pre on the end of her finger and then tasted it. The mixture of salty, sweet, and slight cantaloupe undertones was delightful! She rubbed the wonderfully sensitive head of her prick slathering her paw-padded index finger in her own pre while moaning and thrusting lightly. Then she put her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. More pre came out and she got some on her paw pads before running her hands from the base of her shaft to the top. The whole way, she yipped and moaned, feeling the skin on the outside get pulled tighter against the harder flesh under it. Then she worked her hands all the way down as even more pre came from the end. The flesh of her new member was so hot and it was throbbing with her heartbeat. She needed-- Alexi's tongue interrupted her thoughts with immense pleasure. Right as Hannah tried to figure out the situation, Alexi took the end of her cock into hir mouth. The warm passage felt amazing, like all of Hannah's body had suddenly been dipped in warm water. Alexi's tongue was a muscular ribbon of flesh that was smoother in one direction than the other. Alexi used hir lips to protect Hannah's shaft from hir teeth, but Hannah found she loved the adrenaline rush she got from having those teeth threaten to poke at her shaft. Hannah instinctively grabbed Alexi's head when shi swallowed some of Hannah's pre. Hannah felt like she was in free fall when Alexi bobbed hir head. Hannah growled and bucked before moaning when Alexi let her shaft enter hir throat. Hannah couldn't catch her breath, couldn't breathe, couldn't move while Alexi took inch after inch of her shaft into hir maw. When Alexi's snout was touching Hannah's crotch, she was finally able to catch her breath. Then she lost it again when Alexi pulled slowly off of her shaft. She bit her lip, not wanting to cum knowing that she was about to fuck Alexi properly. The crowd got multiple camera angles of Hannah and Alexi's naughty show, including a nice close-up. Five herms were now in a moaning conga line. Two foxes, a buff dragon, a skinny dolphin, and the hippogryph that had fucked Hannah earlier. The chain of men consisted of a slightly chubby wolf, a bunny with wide hips, and a lightly-toned blue lizard. Capping them off was a buff doberman cuntboy. A female panther with a very gropable ass was fingering a female cougar who was licking out a rather busty gazelle. Then there were the couples, the furs masturbating, the furs giving blow jobs, the furs showing off that they could suck themselves and the ones that were watching with their clothes on looking like they desperately needed to find some sexy relief. Some members of the crowd seemed more curious than turned on, but they were in the minority. Hannah was far too horny to count how many furs were there, but there had to be more than before. A male Clydesdale unbuttoned his pants while looking in Hannah's eyes. Then he pulled out a massive erection that put hers to shame and started stroking it. He smirked at her and sampled some of his own pre. He had to be eight feet tall. He wasn't in the front row, but he looked closer just because of his size. Alexi said, "Now for the main event. Shexala, I need footrests that will allow me to straddle the patient." Two footstep-shaped pieces of metal rose out of the floor on either side of Hannah's pelvis. She looked at one of them, seeing the metal form into the perfect size and shape for Alexi's feet. Hannah looked up when she saw Alexi put a foot in each of them. Alexi lifted hir balls showing Hannah and the camera just how wet shi was. Then time slowed for Hannah as she watched Alexi lower hir throbbing snatch toward her proud virgin erection. When Alexi's pussy lips were just about to touch Hannah's cock, Hannah yipped in excitement. When Alexi's plump wet pussy started rubbing against Hannah's broad cock head, Hannah groaned and grabbed her breasts. It felt like a pair of very supple warm slick lips were kissing and caressing her cock. Hannah got lost in the sensation, pulling at her own nipples before something amazing happened. Hannah felt weight on the head of her phallus and then immense pleasure as Alexi's flesh stretched to fit around her. The only thing that stopped Hannah from cumming was the intense feeling of tightness. The moment Hannah stopped squirming, Alexi started taking more and more inside hir. Hannah gasped and thrust hir hips as Alexi relaxed hir vaginal muscles and let inch after inch disappear into hir hot needy hole. Hannah shut her eyes and bit her lip, grunting and trying not to thrust her hips too hard. "Don't be shy, giddyup!" Alexi slapped Hannah's thigh. The members of the crowd that weren't too busy moaning, laughed. Hannah looked down as Alexi's crotch met hers. She could feel Alexi's balls rubbing her tummy and Alexi's stretched entrance rubbing the base of her girthy horse prick. Not one inch of her shaft was virgin at this point and she felt one with Alexi in a way that was quite different from when Alexi was inside her. This time, it was Alexi's walls that were around her erection. This time, she could do the fucking. She moved her hips and Alexi gasped. Then Alexi's walls tightened around her and she winced as pleasure mixed with pain--her length was so new and tender that Alexi's strong and seasoned snatch was intimidating. Alexi said, "Do you want to cum soon or do you want to cum big?" "Big!" Hannah said as she got more used to the tightness. Alexi moved up her shaft and then back down. The wet smacking sound they were making was beautiful. Hannah glanced at the orgy on the other side of the glass. Robots were cleaning up the mess with ease, leaving the crowd able to fuck each other with abandon. Hannah had thought Alexi would just go slow and draw things out, but instead, shi was starting to go up and down so much and so fast, that Hannah was feeling a burning in the base of her shaft. Hannah moaned and yipped and gasped. Then Alexi put hir hands on Hannah's breasts and dug hir fingers into their supple flesh. The sensation of having her breasts fondled while her cock was buried in this hot dragon herm reinforced Hannah's new image of hirself. She felt even sexier! Then she felt an odd sensation as her member spasmed inside Alexi. That feeling bloomed into an orgasm of a flavor different than any she had experienced; she felt her whole cock move trying to expel her seed. Alexi slammed down and tightened hir pussy so much that Hannah's shaft could not deliver its goods. The feeling drove her wild and she did a very loud hyena laugh, thrashing on the chair. After Hannah's penis gave up, Alexi stopped squeezing and started riding again. Alexi's moans got louder and louder. Hannah started playing with Alexi's prehensile phallus, which drove hir wild. The feeling of Alexi's member moving within her paw-padded hand turned Hannah on even more. Then Alexi let go of Hannah's breasts and leaned back, changing the angle of penetration. "Move those hips Hannah! They'll think you're just along for the ride otherwise." The crowd was far too busy fucking each other to react to Alexi's remark. Hannah gripped Alexi's erection harder and started bucking her hips so hard she grunted each time. Her muscles were starting to ache from exertion, but she gritted her teeth and pushed through the pain. Alexi's pussy was slamming against her crotch now.  The burning at the base of her shaft was much stronger than last time. Hannah felt her cock get even stiffer. "OH MY!" Alexi reached back and fondled Hannah's balls, practically screaming from the hard thrusts. As Alexi fondled her balls, Hannah bit her lip trying to hang on, hoping that she could keep feeling Alexi's muscular walls stretch around her just a bit longer. That hope died when Alexi started grinding at the bottom of a few thrusts. Hannah could feel Alexi's insides shift around due to the sheer size of her erection. "Alexi! I'm-Haaah!" An almost painful pulsing went from Hannah's balls, underneath her shaft, and all the way to the tip. She tried to keep stroking Alexi's cock as she grabbed onto the chair with her other hand. Her back arched as Alexi slammed hirself down, getting Hannah as deep as shi could. Hannah did a hyena laugh at the top of her lungs as a sharp almost-overwhelming pleasure hit every corner of her body at once. Her penis spasmed powerfully, shooting hot loads of her seed deep into Alexi. Then Hannah felt another spike of orgasm as Alexi wrapped hir tail around Hannah's leg and cried out "MAA AAAAH! OOOH!" Alexi's pussy was milking her shaft for everything it was worth. It felt amazing! As this new type of pleasure reached heights her mind couldn't even comprehend, she felt tingling in her extremities. She growled and yelped, filling Alexi even more as her flare locked them together. Alexi's cock writhed as cum flooded out of it, getting spooge all over Hannah's front. It took over a minute for the amazing sensation of filling Alexi to die down. A few seconds after Hannah's orgasm ended, Alexi fell onto her gasping for air. Hannah was still hard enough that Alexi's change in position caused both of them to moan. Alexi caught hir breath within a few seconds and said, "Hope you all enjoyed the show." The crowd cheered. "Hannah, we're going to stay in touch." Alexi licked at Hannah's chin. "Oh yes... Thank you so much!" Hannah hugged hir. "It was my pleasure... Quite literally." Alexi hugged Hannah back smooshing their breasts together. Some members of the crowd groaned while others chuckled at Alexi's overused joke. They lay there in no hurry to move as Hannah experimented with controlling her flare. For now, she'd keep them locked together. Alexi's pussy still felt like a perfect fit. Maybe she would actually go see some of the talks at this convention. Maybe she wouldn't be horny for the rest of the day. Hannah nuzzled Alexi's snout. Or she could just wait until they were both ready to go again... THE END Go have a look at my Patreon where you can vote on stuff I create and read hundreds of pages more stories as well as see art I commission to go with them. www.patreon.com/zmeydros

Chapter 6 - Q&A and more

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Chapter 0 - Korra & Asami’s night of tickling fun

Korra & Asami’s night of tickling fun “Morning sleepyhead!” Korra heard the cheerful voice calling to her as she slowly exited the bedroom, still half asleep she rubbed her eyes and stumbled to the kitchen where she had to shield her eyes from the bright sunlight entering from the window “RRR GFM Morning” she mumbled sleepily in response to her girlfriend Asami Sato who was sitting down on the sofa drinking tea and reading the newspaper. Korra felt a twinge of jealously as she noted that even at this early hour how stunning she looked compared to her own unruly bed head and half-conscious state. Picking up the tea Asami had prepared for her she crashed down on another couch facing Asami with her head down staring down into her drink “Wow you’re really not a morning person huh?” Asami teased from behind her paper without even looking up “Uh...brain hurts, need more sleep!” her lover replied grouchily as she slowly drank her tea “Anyway it’s your fault for keeping me up all night!” “Aw come on now, it’s not my fault you’re so sexy!” Asami peered over the paper and stared at the half sleeping Avatar, wearing only a small blue night shirt and matching underwear which showed off her muscular body, honed by years of training while her long black hair fell messily against the dark skin of her shoulders.   Asami put the paper down and stood up showing off her own lithe body wrapped in a red satin robe which hugged against her frame while also showing off her gorgeous bare legs and feet with their maroon nail polish. Even at this early hour her hair was perfect, so much so that Korra secretly envied her!  Around her neck was a black betrothal necklace with a brilliant blue pendant showing the water tribe symbol. Asami picked up the tea pot from the table and stood behind Korra, she refilled her tea cup then leaned down and started gently kissing her neck “Mmmm that feels nice” Korra moaned happily “See I told you moving in together when we returned from the spirit world would be a good idea” she smiled, happy in the knowledge that Korra had chosen her out of everyone in the whole world as she touched her necklace with her free hand. So much had happened in the last few years that she was happy that they would soon be tying the knot to spend a wonderful and happy life together   Asami began rubbing Korra’s neck to relax her along with the occasional kiss, however after a few minutes she pulled away from Korra and stood up fully “I wish we could stay here like this all day but I have a board of directors meeting in an hour” “Just call in and say you’re sick!” Korra, now fully awake protested as she turned to face her with a hopeful smile  “I’ve already done that twice this week!” Asami said with a chuckle “Besides you have training at the temple!” “UH! FINE!” Korra sighed wearily “Have I ever told you that you can be real mean sometimes!”  Asami just smiled and leaned in close again “Tell you what, I should be home by 6.00, if you can get through today’s training without losing that fiery temper of yours I have a new game for us to play tonight that I think you will enjoy” Korra’s eyes lit up at hearing this “Oooh like what?” she said gleefully as Asami moved away and began walking out of the room before turning back “You’ll have to wait and see, but I guarantee we’ll have lots of laughs!” she said with a sly wink then continued walking towards the shower, halfway down the hall she untied the belt on her robe letting it drop to the floor revealing the back of her nude body, she smiled to herself knowing that Korra’s eyes were completely fixated on her as she continued walking   “Oh man.........” Korra thought to herself in frustration as she watched Asami close the door of the shower, “It should be against the law to tease someone like that!” She heard the shower start up and a wicked thought came across her mind, slowly she began moving her hands to manipulate the water in the pipes with her Bending powers. A few seconds later there came a squeal from the shower “EEEEE! HA HA HA KORRA!!! KNOCK IT OFF!!!! THAT REALLY TICKLES!!!!” “Ooops, sorry sweetie, didn’t mean to!” Korra shouted as innocently as she could while enjoying the sound of Asami’s adorable laughter.   Soon Asami was out of the shower and drying off in the bedroom where she double checked everything was ready for the evening’s game, hiding several objects around the room “Hope had had fun Korra, because tonight we will see who gets the last laugh!” she said with a grin as she put everything else in a box and hid it in the closet. After getting dressed she kissed Korra goodbye and left for her job running Sato Industries   *Later that day*   “Asami I’m home!” Korra called out as she entered the house and removed her boots “Hi sweetie” Asami called from the kitchen where she was preparing dinner “I spoke to Tenzin and he said you didn’t lose your temper once today, that’s got to be a record” “Well, I had some incentive” Korra said as she hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek. “Well seeing how you kept your promise we can play the game I mentioned after dinner” Asami said as she kissed her back. Soon they had eaten and Korra was eagerly waiting for whatever Asami had planned, she was always good at coming up with inventive scenarios for the bedroom “Ok Korra, if you go into the spare room you will find some clothes laid out for you already, put them on then meet me back here” Korra ran to the room and let out a giggle as she saw what Asami had been prepared for her, some blue silk panties with a matching strapless bra and a pair of blue thigh high nylons “What’s she planning?” Korra thought excitedly as she removed her own clothing and eagerly put everything on, she then checked herself out in a mirror on the wall, flexing her strong arms to show off her muscles before raising them above her head to push out her chest “Not bad!” she said with a wink as she noticed how well the underwear showed off her well-toned body before returning to the living room “Ok here I am Asa……mi” Korra’s voice trailed off as she caught sight of Asami standing in the rooms centre “Ta-da!” She said with a beaming smile “What do you think?” She was dressed in a black leather corset which left her pert breasts exposed, with matching full-length gloves and thigh high boots, a pair of black panties covering her modesty and black thigh high stockings with suspenders, leaving Korra caught completely off guard and at a totally loss for words until she finally managed to speak “Wow…. just…. wow!” she stuttered, “You really know how to make an impression!”  “Thank you!” She beamed with delight as she tussled her hair with one hand, “You look amazing to! I knew when I saw that outfit that it would be perfect for you!” Asami looked up and down Korra’s almost naked body hungrily, she wanted to take her there and then but she held herself back, there was plenty of time for that!   “So… what’s the plan?” Korra asked in a confused tone, she had thought that she would just be showing off her new lingerie before they went to bed, this was not what she expected at all! “Oh, you’ll see” Asami smiled as she walked towards the bedroom and gestured Korra to follow, once inside Korra got another surprise, lying on the bed where numerous coils of ropes! “Uh…. what did you have in mind exactly?” Korra said nervously “Just something I think you’ll enjoy” Asami said as she shut the door and hugged her from behind, gently kissing her cheek “Look I know it seems a bit weird but I’ve had this idea for a while, I think you will enjoy it but if at any point you want to stop just say so” Korra thought it over, although they had experimented a little with bondage previously it had never been anything more than simple handcuffs, blindfolds or basic hogties. This however seemed to be on another level, plus there was the fact that she normally hated being tied up or being in any situation with a loss of control, however she loved Asami who she knew wouldn’t hurt her and she did want to see whatever it was she had planned…. Finally, after a long pause she took a deep breath “Ok, what do you want me to do?” “Well…I’ve always had this particular fantasy….”   A short while later Korra was sitting on the bed with her back pressed against the head board, Asami gently took her muscular left arm by her wrist and stretched it out horizontally along the top of the board where she tied a length of rope around her wrist and the board, once it was secured she tied her elbow to it as well, then repeated this on her right arm. Next, she carefully tied a length of rope around Korra’s waist and the headboard, this had the added effect of making Korra’s chest stick out which pleased her greatly. Now that her upper body was secured in place she took Korra’s left leg and pulled it towards the end of the bed where she tied off her ankle and attached the rope to the leg of the bed and repeated this with her right leg so both with spread apart, then for added security she took some more rope and attached it to her knees and tied them to the sides of the bed. Once Korra was immobilised she put a large pillow behind her head and stood back to admire her handiwork   “Comfortable?” Asami asked as she double checked the knots at her ankles “Yeah…. I guess” Korra said still a little unsure of her predicament, although she was thankful that Asami had chosen soft ropes specifically to prevent any rope burn “Ok, can you pull free?” Asami asked, Korra tried pulling her arms and legs free but it was no use, although in reality she could easily summon her powers to bust free at any point she wanted to see what exactly Asami was up to “Nope, I’m your helpless prisoner” Korra said in a confident tone trying to get into the scenario of being helpless “Good!” Asami answered happily as she watched Korra to pull at her bonds “What’s she up to?” Korra wondered as she saw how excited Asami was at her current predicament along with the smouldering look in Asami’s eyes as they ran up and down her body “Nervous? She asked calmly “Heh, maybe a little?” Korra said with a small smile, Asami leaned and kissed her softly on the lips “There’s nothing to worry about, like I said if at any point you want to stop just say so” Korra nodded and Asami climbed off the bed to sit down by Korra’s right foot “Ready?” “I guess so but I still don’t know what the idea isSSSSSS HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!” Korra squealed as Asami quickly dragged her sharp manicured nails across her nyloned sole “HA HA HA HA NOOOO FFAAAIIIRRR!!!” Korra shouted as she tried pulling her foot away without success “Aw what’s the matter? Does the all-powerful Avatar have ticklish feet?” “HA HA HA YESSS!!! YOOUU KNOOOWWW IIII DOOOO!! HA HA HA!!!!!!!” Korra threw her head back into the pillow as she bucked against the bed although the ropes prevented much movement   Asami was loving this, she had always secretly enjoyed tickling people and seeing Korra who was normally so tough and strong helplessly laughing her head off was greatly turning her on, she began tickling Korra’s other foot with her free hand and kept tickling for a few minutes alternating between tickling random spots and tracing figure eights on her sole before she stopped “HA HA HA….WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!” Korra demanded as she tried to catch her breath “Well, you know that fantasy I mentioned?” “Yes, you said you fantasied about tying me up and ravishing me, you didn’t mention anything about tickling though!” “Well if I had you would have said no, especially seeing how ticklish your cute feet are! Besides,” she added with a grin “You can always just give the safe word and quit!” she knew Korra would be too stubborn to do that “Oh, you think I’m gonna back down from THIS? This is nothing! Do your worst!” Korra shouted “If you say so!” Asami said with a sly wink, inside she was jumping for joy as the challenge had been accepted meaning she now had free reign to tickle Korra to her absolute limits as much as she wanted, before had just been a warm up, now it was time for the main event!   Korra meanwhile was starting to regret not backing out as she noticed a wicked grin star to appear on Asami’s face, instinctively she started thrashing against the bonds again without success “Oh no my sweet little Avatar, you’re not going anywhere!” Asami declared in her best vamp impression “I have so many plans for you, in fact since I already know how sensitive your feet already why don’t we start by finding out where else your ticklish!” “HA! Do your worst, I won’t submit to your evil ways!!” Korra declared as she decided to get into character “Oh really?” Asami said as she climbed on the bed, moving in closer to Korra so that her cleavage was practically in Korra’s face “Is there…. nothing I can do to convince you?” Korra broke character and gulped as she stared at Asami’s chest before composing herself “Sorry, but the answers still no!” “Well then, I will just have to force you!” With that she dug her nails straight into Korra’s vulnerable sides making her jump from the unexpected tickle attack “HA HA HA HA!!!!! YOOUURRRR CRRAAAZZZYYYYY!!!!!! “Name calling won’t help you!” Asami retorted as she slowly poked around Korra’s ribs   “Gee, I wonder if these strong, sexy muscles are ticklish at all?” She said as she began prodding Korra’s abdomen “Ha ha…. no, they aren’t!” Said Korra with obvious panic “You’re a terrible liar you know!” and with that she dug her nails into her washboard stomach, despite her strength Korra could only laugh helplessly as Asami’s nails tickled every part of her six pack “Coochie coochie coo little Avatar!” Asami said mockingly as her nails cruelly traced the outside of her belly button making her laugh harder and harder, Korra then breathed in sharply as she dug her index finger deep into it and started poking around “MMMMFFFFFFF!!!!!” Korra shut her eyes and mouth and shook her head from side to side as she tried desperately to fight the urge to laugh “DON’T LAUGH, DON’T LAUGH, DON’T LAUGH!!!!” she thought over and over as her face turned redder and redder. Then Asami placed her lips on her belly button and blew on it, the resulting raspberry tore open the floodgates “HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOO STTHAHAHAHAPPPPP IITTTTTT!!!!!” Korra screamed, she tried bucking around to throw Asami off but the ropes on her waist prevented her from doing so as Asami took to kissing and blowing raspberry’s all over her taunt stomach “Looks like I found me another weak spot! I wonder how many more I can find!” Asami said as she finally let up leaving Korra’s belly button covered in several lipstick marks   Once Korra had stopped laughing Asami began thinking of where to go next, then it hit her and she moved to sit directly facing Korra. As she was mentally preparing for another tickle attack Korra was totally caught off guard when Asami reached behind her and undid the knot holding her bra on “HEY!” she cried out as her now loosened bra came free and Asami casually threw it over her shoulder where it landed on the floor, her large breasts now exposed and helpless “Hello my pretties!” Asami purred as she began slowly kneaded them in her hands, making Korra’s breath quicken. She then used her thumbs and index fingers to tenderly massage her nipples making them quickly harden “Very impressive my little Avatar, I wonder how they taste” Asami poked out her tongue and moved closer “OH NO DON’T YOU DARE!!” Korra screamed in protest but it was too late as she let out a short gasp before starting to laugh and trying to buck around again. Korra practically melted as she felt her lover’s warm tongue gently glide all over her pert nipples, any attempt to fight had vanished as she just sat there moaning in pure pleasure, it increased dramatically when Asami placed her whole mouth on her left nipple and planted a long, wet kiss on it making her cry out even louder, soon she broke off and repeated this on the right side making her throw back her head and close her eyes with even more moaning. Asami knew Korra was now putty in her hands but she wanted more, more laughter, more begging, more screaming! She had to keep going!   “OWWWWWWWWW!!!!” Korra cried out as Asami lightly pinched her sensitive nipple completely pulling her out of the pleasurable moment she was just in “WHAT WAS THAT FOR???!!!!!” “Well I don’t want you to forget why you’re here little Avatar!” She began lightly stroking the pained nipple again making Korra try and pull back before she could laugh “Want me to kiss it and make it all better?” Korra looked down at her both nipples which were now covered in several lipstick kisses “Yes please” she said with her best pouting face “Hmm…. maybe later!” Asami said as she moved to sit at Korra’s right side “Let’s see how you taste…here!” Korra let out a squeal of laughter as Asami’s mouth zeroed in and began kissing her underarm, she instinctively tried pulling her arm down but couldn’t with the ropes holding her “DAMN IT SHE REALLY THOUGHT THIS THROUGH!” Korra thought exasperatedly as Asami’s forethought in planning all this! However, “HA HA HA HA GEETTT AWWAYYY HA HA HA HA!!!!” was all that she could verbalise at this point as Asami began running her tongue expertly along her sensitive armpit leaving a trail of saliva behind her, to make things worse Asami then moved her hands around her upper body so she could also start tickling her sides again, Korra was shaking around so much that Asami had to be careful to avoid being headbutted by the laughing Avatar, she gracefully wrapped her legs around Korra’s waist so she could feel her bucking about between her legs which only served to turn her on more, making her keep licking and tickling away to keep Korra bucking around creating a vicious cycle   Finally, Asami broke off as Korra’s had turned to silently laughing, she waited until Korra regained some of her composure “HA HA HA *GASP* THANK YOU! I COULDN’T BREATH! HA HA!” she said as she looked at Asami with a big grin and tears running on her cheeks “Oh, I wasn’t being nice!” Asami said in mock-cruelty “I just didn’t want you to pass out before we’ve finished!” Korra was excited but also nervous as to what she meant by that! As if to answer Asami moved off the bed and returned to sitting by her helpless feet “OH NOOOOO!!!!!” Korra weakly cried out, she was frequently barefoot around the house and Asami would always sneak in a few tickles which always made her jump, now she was completely helpless for Asami to tickle her as much as she wanted “NO PLEASE DON’T! I CAN’T TAKE THAT!” “And you think I care?” Asami taunted back, fully embracing her role of dominance as she watched Korra’s feet wildly start moving about to avoid being tickled, she picked something off the floor from under the bed that she had left there earlier then put grabbed Korra’s foot in an armlock   “Ready or not here I come!” She teased as she slowly raked a hairbrush across Korra’s nyloned sole, the bristles against the sheer nylon sent Korra into spasms of laughter “HA HA HA HA NOOOOO!!!! NOOOOO STTTHHHAAAPPP!!!!!! THHIIISSS IISSS TOORRRTUUURREEE!!!!” “That’s the idea sweetie!” Asami calmly answered as she released her armlock and prepared to get both feet at once “He he please don’t! Korra started to beg already as she began giggling in anticipation of the tickling, she tried desperately to pull her feet away but the ropes constantly hindered this, Asami took a moment to enjoy the spectacle of Korra’s toes wiggling around widely in the nylons, then she began to draw random patterns across her soles with her nails making Korra cry and beg for mercy, soon Asami changed tactics again as she moved closer to her right foot and planted several kisses on her arch making Korra laugh and moan simultaneously, then she used her teeth to rip open the nylon leaving her barefoot ready for more tickling, she then tore open the nylon at the other foot leaving both of them bare   Asami knew that Korra was secretly embarrassed by the fact that her feet were larger than average when compared to most other women but to Asami they were perfect, wide soles with deep arches and short, cute little expressive toes and best of all EXTREMLY ticklish! she gazed at them intently while she plotted her next move, before grabbing a feather from under the bed and running it horizontally across both arches for a few minutes then Asami proceeded to tickle and kiss both soles at once. “Ha ha SERIOUSLY?!” Korra shouted out as Asami’s tongue continued exploring ever part of her feet, focusing on the wrinkles of her arches. Korra was trying her best to sound brave but Asami wasn’t fooled for a minute! She grabbed Korra’s left ankle and proceeded to suck and nibble each individual while also using the brush again on her right foot   Korra could hardly speak now as Asami continued torturing her, as Asami had already noted at the start her feet were incredibly ticklish, this time however she wanted to try something else as well and she reached under the bed where she had hidden a riding crop “HA HA HA! OWWWWWW!!!!” Korra continued laughing until the crop smacked against her helpless sole followed by more tickling “HA HA HA WHAT WAS THAT??!” Korra exclaimed in a mix of laughter and pain “Just a new toy I wanted to try out on you, don’t worry you’ll soon learn to love it!” Asami answered with another few smacks to both soles, each one leading to an anguished scream from the bound Avatar.   Soon Asami allowed Korra a break, as she lay there trying to regain her strength Asami slowly kissed up and down her tender arches where the crop had struck which felt very good to Korra “Mmmm that’s nice, why don’t you just forget the rest and just keep doing that all night” Korra asked hopefully but Asami stopped kissing and answered “Maybe later, right now we have other things to attend to!” she picked up a bottle of massage oil off the floor and poured a generous helping over both feet, Korra’s feet squirmed about as the liquid ran in between her toes and down her arches and heels. Once they were ready Asami picked up the hairbrush from before and dragged it across her left arch. Korra instantly burst out laughing at the increased tickling sensation and tried desperately to pull her legs free from the bonds as the brush and Asami’s nails kept up the torment upon her oiled up soles   Asami continued to drink in Korra’s laughter and pleas until she finally decided it was time to move to a new spot, with that she stood up and slowly removed her boots showing off her shapely legs in their black nylons, she then got onto the bed and lay down on her back in the space between Korra’s spread apart legs, she lifted her own legs up and placed the soles of her delicate, slender feet onto Korra’s breasts which she then began rubbing them against her nipples, Korra breathed in sharply as she felt the sheer nylon fabric brush against her skin “Ohh that fells soooo good!” Korra said loudly as Asami pointed her toes out and used them to caress her breasts sending Korra wild with desire, then without warning Asami moved her feet to Korra’s underarms and wiggled her toes “HA HA HA HA!!!!!” Korra instantly tried thrashing around again, she was so involved in the tickling that she failed to notice Asami’s hands move towards her tied feet “HA HA HA OHHH COOOMMMEEEE ONNNN!!!!!!!!” Korra screamed in exasperation when Asami again dragged her nails down her bare arches, they were still covered with oil allowing her nails to glide all over them with ease “HA HA HA ITTTTSSS TOOOO MUUUCCHHHH!!!!” Korra tried to beg for a respite but Asami decided to play dirty, as she brought her left foot down and slowly wiggled her toes against Korra’s panties “OH! OH OH NOOOO! NOT THAT! COME ON THAT’S NOT FAIR!!” she said clearly trying to hide just how turned on she was but Asami wasn’t fooled for a moment, she could feel how excited Korra’s body was getting   “You know little Avatar I think you’re actually enjoying this but you’re too afraid to admit it” Asami said while continuing to torture her all over “HA HA HA NOO!!! THAT’S CRAAAAZZZYY! IIIII REEAHAHALLLLYYY DOONNNTTT!!!!” Korra tried to protest which was difficult as Asami was expertly playing with her body! Asami stopped tickling and climbed over to be face to face with Korra, she brushed some loose strands of hair out of her face “Oh, I bet you do little Avatar, I bet you’re a real tickle slut and that you want me to tickle you until you orgasm” Korra’s eyes grew wide in shock at this statement as she looked straight at Asami “You-You’re crazy, I don’t want that at all!” She wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince Asami or herself of this though “Really” Asami said as she put her hand down Korra’s panties “Because your body is telling a different story!” she continued with a smirk “How about we test my theory?” “YOU WOULDN’T?!” Korra shouted in a panic, once again breaking character but Asami didn’t care, she climbed off the bed and began to slowly strip in front of Korra, first removing her corset and gloves leaving her in her just her lingerie, then that came off to, Korra found herself getting even more turned on at the striptease show despite her own frustration from the torture. Now fully nude Asami took a small pair of scissors and cut open the two strands at Korra’s hips that kept her panties on, Korra could only watch in horror as they fell away leaving her very obviously wet mound on full display. Asami opened a drawer on the bedside nightstand and took out 2 large white feathers she had hidden there earlier before sitting down on the bed in a yoga pose facing Korra and holding them up menacingly “Still want to be defiant? Or will you submit to me now?” she asked calmly “NEVER YOU FIEND!” Korra screamed out, she could see that Asami was clearly enjoying being dominant and she didn’t want to take that from her, even though she knew what was coming next. Asami pulled Korra’s head towards her and kissed her forcefully then threw her head back against the pillow with a soft thud “Your choice little Avatar!” With that she laid down on her stomach facing Korra’s privates and began slowly stroking her clit with one of the quills   The reaction was instantaneous as Korra’s voice got higher in desperation and laughter “HA HA HA HA!! GEETTT OOFFF!!!! HA HA HA GEEETTT AWWAYYY FRROOOM MMEEE!!!!!” she screamed as she tried moving out of the feathers reach and its slow teasing of her sensitive clit “Aw does my poor little Avatar have a ticklish kitty? I can tell you do by how wet you are Korra!” she continued to stroke the feather against her clit again making her howl with laughter “Do you want a release? I bet you do!” “HA HA HA NOOOO WAAAYYYYY!!!!!!” Korra screamed, she refused to surrender! “Well that’s your choice! Maybe I’ll ask again in an hour!” Asami grinned as she teasingly brushed the feathery tip against her mound once more “HA HA HA HA IIIII WOOONNTTTT GIIIVVVEEE IIINNN!!!!! HA HA HA!!!!” “You say that now but I have all night to break you! No-ones coming to save you little Avatar!” Asami kept on stroking the feather against her clit to the wonderful sound of Korra’s laughter, she was enthralled as she watched her lover’s face contort in a wonderful mix of ecstasy and anguish, she knew Korra was close to an orgasm now so she dropped the feather and sat up to begin lovingly kissing her rock-hard nipples again sending a shiver down her body as she shut her eyes and let out a moan “OHHHHH THAAATTSS SOOOO GOOOODDDD!!!! DOOONNNTTT STTOOOPPP!!!!!” Korra pleaded but Asami had other plans as she picked up the crop again, Korra had closed her eyes and failed to see it in time   “OWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Korra shrieked as it struck her left nipple with a loud *SMACK* “THAT HURT!” “That’s the idea” Asami said with a smirk as she focused on kissing and sucking her left nipple while simultaneously using the crop on her right one, Korra was now torn between pleasure and pain, right on the threshold between the two. Asami’s lips and tongue felt incredible but the stinging pain at the same time was intolerable, and to add to the mix was the growing orgasm building rapidly between her legs…. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* came three rapid fire hits, each one making her scream out in pain “Aw what’s the matter, I thought you were supposed to be the toughest Avatar ever?” Asami said mockingly “AARRRRGGHHH DAMN IT THIS ISN’T FAIR!”  “No-one said it would be fair sweetie, but you could always quit if it’s too much” “NO WAY!” she shouted out defiantly, there was no way she would give Asami the satisfaction, then she screamed out as the crop struck her again.     Soon Asami switched sides, Korra realised the pain and tenderness on her right nipple after the crop was quickly offset by Asami’s attentive kisses to it, she slowly sucked on it for a few moments as well making her shudder, but no matter how good this felt it was soon interrupted by the pain from the crop’s return to her other nipple. After a lengthy amount of time of this with Asami frequently alternating sides she moved down so that she was again lying face down on the bed staring at Korra’s again, without a word she began tickling her inner thighs with her nails making Korra squeal, although she was secretly relieved that the crop wasn’t currently in use. Then she moaned loudly again as the feathers once more started grazing gently against her clit “Where’s all that defiance now Korra? It seems like your otherwise preoccupied” Asami mocked her but Korra was too busy dealing with the sensation between her legs to answer “HA HA HA OOOHHHHH HA HA HA HA STHHHAAPPP!!!!!” She begged as she shook against the bedframe “Oh, you want me to stop huh?” Asami said cruelly as she pulled the feathers away “HA HA HA NOOOO!!!!!! THHHAAAATTTSSS NOOOTT WHHAATT III MMEEEAANNNTTT!!!!” Korra couldn’t believe she wanted the feathers back but they had felt so good against her and without them she was desperate for their return so she could climax! Asami let her writhe around for a few moments and listened to her frustrated cries before returning the feathers against her mound, Korra bucked around as best she could upon their return “HA HA HA HA OOOOOHHH NOOOOOO!!!!! NOOOO DOOONNNTTTT!!!!!”  Korra pleaded as the feathers continued teasing her, then she moaned again as Asami leaned in and began kissing her inner thighs “OOOOHHHH NOOOOO!!!! HA HA!!!! THHHISSSS ISSSNNNTTT FAAAIIIRRRR!!!!!” Korra tried protesting as her body began craving an orgasm “Your point?” Asami asked pointedly as she let go of one feather and started tickling her nipple with her free hand. Jumping at Asami’s touch, she realised how close Korra was to surrendering to her “Perfect! She’s almost ready to beg!” Asami thought gleefully as she moved in for her killing stroke   “ooooHHHAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Korra screamed out as Asami leaned in closer and used her tongue to make contact with her clit, she trashed about like a woman possessed but Asami ignored her and kept on licking away, sometimes making the lightest of contact and other time with longer ones. Korra’s felt like she had now been struck by lightning, the entire night had been building to this crescendo as her mind was slowly overloaded with pleasure, she realised this was Asami’s plan all along. How long had this been going on anyway? She didn’t care, she just knew her poor body needed a release desperately! Finally she swallowed her pride and cried out   “HA HA HA OOOKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!! ENNOOUUGGGHHH ALLLRREEAADDYYY!!!! HA HA HA!!!! MAKKEEE IIITT STTHAAHHAPPPPPP!!!!!!” “So…. you…. admit….defeat?” Asami asked between deliberately slow licks “HA HA HA HA YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!! PLEASE NO MORE!!!!!!!! IIIII NNNEEEEDDD TOOOO CUUUMMMMM SOOOOO BAAADDD  ALLLRRREEEEADDDYYYYYYY!!!!!!! HA HA HA HA PLLLLEEEAAAASSSEEE!!!!!!” she begged with tears streaming down her face. Hearing this Asmai obeyed as she used a few more feather strokes to finally tip Korra over the edge. She practically exploded with pleasure as she climaxed with a powerful orgasm, possibly the biggest of her life. Her eyes glowed a brilliant blue with pure raw energy as she did making Asami afraid she might bring down the entire house! After several more orgasms Korra was finally finished and hung limply against the bedframe with only the ropes keeping from crashing down. Asami checked she was ok and planted a long, gentle and passionate kiss on her mouth “Well done Korra, you were wonderful” she said as she finally broke off the kiss. Korra was far too spent to answer but nodded weakly with a huge smile on her face while tears ran down her cheeks and her hair was stuck to her sweat covered brow   Asami hugged Korra tightly as she sat in Korra’s lap and wrapped her legs around her waist, they sat there and began kissing each other for about ten minutes in near silence except for the occasional moan until Asami finally spoke “You know as good as you look right now how about I get those ropes off you?” “Yeah, then I can show you just how much I appreciate being tied up and tickle tortured all night! Korra said with a sly wink as she wiggled her fingers menacingly at Asami Asami started untying her wrist when they heard a voice from outside the room “Korra? Asami? Are you in here?” Asami realised in a panic that the voice belonged to their friend Opal Bei Fong who was visiting for the week “OH NO HOW COULD I FORGET?” Asami thought angrily at herself, she had been so preoccupied with making tonight’s preparations that it had totally slipped her mind! She and Korra sat there dumbfounded as the door handle slowly turn as Opal continued talking, blissfully unaware of the situation she was about to find “My train broke down in the middle of no-where for the last few hours so I only just arrived in the city, I’m pretty tired so I just wanted to say hi before I go to bed” “OPAL NO!!!!!” They both screamed but it was too late, Asami cursed herself for not locking the door as it swung open “Uh….” Opal froze as she went bright red and her eyes opened as large as possible as she was greeted to the sight of her two friends sitting on their bed both naked, one of them tied up and clearly in a state of post orgasm bliss “We…. can explain!” Korra shouted out but it was too late as Opal quickly slammed the door shut followed by the sound of her running back to her room “Oh no… I completely forgot about her visit!” Asami said as she slapped her forehead in anger at this unfortunate turn of events “Well…hopefully we didn’t scar her for life or anything!” Korra added trying to be positive about the whole thing, there was a long pause until she continued “Look, the best thing we can do is let her get some sleep and speak to her in the morning!” Asami nodded as she tried to think of how they might best explain the situation. Korra meanwhile tried to catch Asami’s attention “So…. uh…. do you think you can untie me now please? After all I think I shower would be nice right now and I can show you just how much of a tickler I can be!” she moved her hands and Asami heard the shower turn on by Korra’s Bending powers, Asami grinned excitedly at seeing Korra was ready for another round and she began untying Korra as quickly as possible to continue the game   The End?

Chapter 0 - Saria's tickle torture by Evil Zelda (LOZ AU)

Saria's tickle torture by Evil Zelda (LOZ AU) By MrObscura101 In another world, one where a hero was never born and a great evil never came to be…. Where a new evil instead rose to conquer the land of Hyrule …. The sunlight rose gently over the horizon bathing Castle Hyrule in its warm light and causing Princess Zelda to wake from her slumber. She yawned and stretched out her arms before rising from her bed dressed in a pink nightdress and walked to her balcony, opening the doors she gazed down on the land of Hyrule … her land that she ruled with absolute power and without question, then she looked towards the East at the Great Kokiri Forest and smiled to herself as she watched it burning before her “Your Highness?” came a knock at the door followed by her chief bodyguard Impa entering, her large muscular frame easily towering over the young Princess “I bring news from the battle in the forest” “Yes what is it?” she said as she walked behind a curtain and removed her clothing, admiring her lithe body in the full length mirror for a moment before putting on her pink figure hugging dress with its floor length skirt and matching full length gloves with pink high heeled boots while she tied her long blonde hair in a ponytail which went down to her waist “Well, firstly I am sad to report that we lost a number of good soldiers in the battle….” Impa started, trying to get the bad news out of the way first, not that the Princess would care “And?” Zelda replied without even a moment’s pause for the death of her own subjects as she casually thumbed through a spell book on her desk “And we managed to capture her……” Impa continued, upon hearing this Zelda instantly slammed the book shut and looked up towards her with a cat like grin “Where?” she asked as she stood up, her own height now increased by her heels “A battalion managed to intercept a convoy of her soldiers trying to escape the forest once we started to burn it down, they were able to overpower her as she tried to help several of her wounded people escape” “And now?” Zelda inquired with a curt, threatening tone, not caring about the specifics but rather the endgame of the story “She is the dungeon awaiting your Highness” Impa finished, praying to the Goddesses that this would please her “EXCELLENT!” she screamed in joy as she jumped into the air “Have the preparations made at once!” she demanded as Impa bowed and dashed out to carry out her orders. Zelda returned to face the once mighty forest as it continued to burn in sheer delight “Saria” she said to herself “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long, long time!” Queen Saria, the ruler of the fairy like people of Kokiri forest tried to pull against her chains. She was standing in the Hyrule dungeon wearing the torn remains of her green dress, her wrists were locked in a metal spreader bar which was attached to a chain connected to the ceiling that was so taunt that she was forced to stand on her tip toes, this was made even more difficult by the spreader bar on her ankles that was bolted to the floor by a short length of chain, to make things worse a collar on her neck along with several other enchantments had been placed on her to block her magic so she was totally helpless, she just prayed that some of her people had escaped from the Queen’s guards. Then as if to answer her the dungeon door opened and her nemesis entered “Saria, how simply wonderful to see you!” Zelda said with a huge smile as she closed the door and approached her “ZELDA! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?” she screamed at the girl, who was a few years younger than her and currently skipping gleefully towards her. She was incensed at her callous attitude after openly attacking her domain and ordering her capture  “Oh, don’t worry Saria, you’re perfectly safe in my care” she said as she stared at her captive, taking a long look at Saria’s feet, her right foot was protected by her green ankle boot but her left one was bare as it had come off during her capture, her long toes with their green polish pointed straight as she continued trying to stay balanced in her bonds “That’s QUEEN Saria to you, you evil tyrant!” Saria shouted as she tried pulling at the chains to fight back, however she was taken aback when Zelda suddenly hugged her tightly and began gently caressing her short green hair “Hmm, not any more my dear. You are now mine forever more” “HA! As if I would be yours you degenerate! Especially after attacking my home and people!” Zelda stopped hugging her and stared into her dark green eyes “That was a pre-emptive strike, I knew you and your people were planning a revolt against my rule so I took you down first, if the other Princesses of the land try anything like that I will happily do the same!” “Even though you had to destroy my forest and needlessly sacrifice some of your own people to do it?!” She asked angrily after seeing the violence Zelda had so cruelly unleashed “Ha! The forest will grow back eventually and you are easily worth a thousand soldiers my dear, besides I have plenty more where those came from!” Saria shuddered at her callous response, she stared into her captor’s eyes and was chilled to the bone to see no trace of empathy “Now the fun begins!” Zelda soon broke the silence with a giggle “Fun?” Saria said in confusion trying to think what could be fun after such wholesale slaughter “Yes, my lovely Saria!” Zelda said in an annoyingly sing song voice “Lots of fun for you and me!” “I don’t want any part of ……. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ” Saria tried to argue but with a simple spell and wave of her fingers from Zelda she instantly passed out into a peaceful sleep, Zelda walked around her captive as if she was inspecting a new toy or pet “Well you don’t have any choice in the matter I’m afraid, but don’t worry you will soon love it!” she laughed maniacally to herself as her guards entered to prepare Saria for their rulers amusement Saria slowly awoke to find herself lying on a large soft bed with chains holding her wrists and ankles in place, her clothes had been removed leaving her in just a dark green bikini top and matching loincloth and to make things even stranger a large brown feather boa had been draped across her shoulders, the ends of which went down to her waist “What in Hyrule?” she said aloud as she tried to pull free but found her magic was still sealed by Zelda’s spell, then the door opened and she watched as Zelda entered wearing a dark cloak and hood covering her whole body “Good, you’re awake” she said happily as she stood by her new toy and watched her futile struggling “You might as well save your strength” she then added “Listen Zelda, I don’t know what you want but …… “ her voice trailed off as she stared in shock when Zelda silently removed her cloak to show off her outfit – a pink leather corset with white leather full length gloves and black thigh high boots with her blonde hair was tied in a strict bun “Just what is it that you want?!” Saria demanded when she finally got over the shock and could speak again, she then got worried as Zelda climbed onto the bed and straddled her until they were face to face, Zelda stared into Saria’s green eyes before speaking menacingly  “What I want…… is you” she answered seductively but before Saria could say anything else she was blindsided as Zelda suddenly began forcefully kissing her while caressing her hair and upper body with her hands. Saria tried to protest but this proved impossible with Zelda’s tongue in her mouth, Zelda meanwhile was greatly enjoying the feeling of Saria’s body writhing around helplessly beneath her until she finally broke off the kiss, before Saria had a chance to process what happened Zelda cast a spell and a large red ball gag with the royal crest of Hyrule appeared in her mouth and buckled itself behind her head “HHHMMMMFFFF????!!!!!!!!” Saria tried to scream in confusion as Zelda just giggled as she watched her prisoner try desperately to force the gag out before realising it was impossible to remove Zelda then changed positions so she was sitting on Saria’s stomach “You sure are a feisty one you know!” She said as she continued to struggle “But that just makes things more fun!” “MRRRFFFF MMSSFFNNNNEEEEEEE!!!!!” Saria tried her best to scream at the despot “Maybe, but its only because you make me this way!” She replied while still giggling before leaning in close again “You wanted to know what I planned to do with you Saria, well here it is …. I’m going to make you my personal slave, no matter how long it takes I’m going to break you over and over again until you will be happily serving me however I desire” Saria’s eyes went wide in shock as Zelda continued “And in case you’re thinking of escaping your army has been defeated and as long as you’re within the castle your magic is blocked. No-one is coming to save you Saria. It’s just you and me …. now and forever!” Saria felt a chill up her spine as Zelda spoke, she wasn’t bluffing and there was no hesitation in her speech, she really meant every word. Then a wicked smiled grew on her face “So…shall we begin?” “MMMFFFFFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Was all Saria could feebly answer back “GREAT!” Zelda swiftly climbed off her and picked up a large red feather from a drawer on her nightstand, Saria’s began to worry at seeing this and started praying that Zelda wasn’t planning what she thought she was planning! But as if to answer her Zelda began slowly stroking the tip of the feather against her navel “MMFF!!!” Saria shrieked as it made contact with her bare skin, she shut her eyes and began shaking around desperately to avoid the feather but no matter where she went Zelda kept following her “Aw Saria, what’s wrong? You wouldn’t be ticklish at all by any chance?” she mocked as she continued, enjoying the sight of Saria’s face going bright red as she continued shaking about violently, then she pulled out another red feather and started gliding it across her underarm making her yelp as she began laughing through the gag “MMFF!!!!! GTT AWFF!!!!! FTTTT FCKLLLSSSSMMF FOOO BDDD!!!!!!!! She screamed as best she could as Zelda continuing tickling her without pausing  “Oh, that’s because these are rare feathers of the great Helmaroc King that I enchanted so that every single stroke increases the tickling sensation!”  “NNFFF STPPPP!!!!!!!!!” Saria cried out, she had been a bit ticklish before but now every single touch of the feathers was unbearable and Zelda showed no signs of slowing down! Zelda soon began using one of the feathers to trace a circular pattern across Saria’s taunt, quivering stomach as she pulled desperately at her bonds to try to escape which only incensed Zelda to tickle her even more “That’s it Saria, dance for your Queen!” she said in delight but Saria was laughing too much to respond, then Zelda casually brushed the other feather against her pointed ear making her scream in hysteria, Kokori’s ears were extremely sensitive particularly on the tips and the enchanted feathers only added to the horrible torture! Seeing Saria’s reaction Zelda immediately stopped tickling her navel and sat down by the headboard where she could easily tickle both of Saria’s ears with a feather each, she watched in awe at how just the lightest strokes sent Saria in pure unbridled laughter, she found her neck and the tip of her nose were just as ticklish too and by the time she finally stopped Saria’s face was as red as the ball gag and she gasped for air while trying to stop laughing “HMMF HMMF …. Pls Zldf! Nf mff!!!!!” she begged again as she tried to plead for mercy but Zelda was already moving down towards her feet! “MMFF PLSS DNF!!!!!” Saria continued begging as she could only watch helplessly as Zelda sat on a chair by the foot of the bed with a devious smile, delighted to see how panicked Saria was already “What lovely feet you have Saria,” she said as she watched her toy desperately try to move her feet away from her grasp “So big and sexy…..” she continued as she slowly inched her index finger towards her right foot before slowly, teasingly ran her sharp nail upwards from the heel to the ball and adding “I wonder, could they be just a teeny bit …. ticklish?” she didn’t even need to ask as Saria immediately began squealing with laughter at Zelda’s faintest touch “NNFFFF!!! PSSSEE DNFFFFFF!!!!!!” she screamed but then she was reduced once more to helpless laughter as Zelda launched a tickle attack on both her soles at once. She dragged her nails up and down her soles then gripped the toes on her right foot to keep her still as she tortured her instep before holding back her toes to tickle the undersides. Every single touch was agony to the poor forest girl as she continuously tried to escape the non-stop tickling.  “My word, looks like I was right!” Zelda said happily as she released Saria’s right foot before moving onto the left one “Let’s see if this one’s ticklish too!” without giving her a break Before Saria could protest Zelda’s sharp nails dug into her other arch making her howl in desperation “PSSSF!!! PSSSFF STTPPP!!! FTTTSS TFFF MCFFFFFF!!!!” she begged as Zelda proceeded to hold back her toes and tickle away there while watching how much Saria was thrashing about in her bonds “You should save your energy my dear, after all we have the whole night to play!” Zelda said mockingly as she continued tickling until she finally stopped and released her foot, Saria continued laughing as she tried again to beg for mercy from her psychotic torturer, however she immediately went silent with her eyes wide with fear when she saw what Zelda had planned next, in her hands she was twirling about the red Helmaroc feather! “Ready for another round?”  “MMFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PSSFFF DNFFF!!!!!” Saria screamed, her feet were so ticklish already and that feather would make her even more sensitive! Her navel, underarms and ears still felt hyper ticklish long after Zelda had stopped tickling her there and who knew how long that would last? She jumped as Zelda slowly brushed the feather along her arch and Saria found that this was by far worse than any torture she had suffered so far! Zelda continued lazily dragging the feather against both of Saria’s feet making sure it touched every single inch of her soft skin, she adored how Saria would shriek with each stroke as the feather’s magic continued to increas her ticklishness, at one point just to show how effective it was she simply blew gently across her sole making her toes instantly curl up to vainly try and protect herself. Then she began dragging the feather in between her toes in a sawing motion to drive her totally crazy!  “Where’s all that defiance now Saria?” Zelda said with a wicked laugh at her prisoner’s plight By the time she was finished Saria was a wreck, her body was exhausted and her muscles ached from the non-stop laughing, her green hair stuck to her face with sweat while her feet continued tingling from the spell even after the tickling had stopped and even her jaw was hurting from the infernal gag. She lay there trying to breathe as Zelda stood up and pulled out the gag “As pretty as you sound now I really want to hear you laugh!” she said evilly as she let the gag fall against her neck *GASP* *GASP* …. “YOU’RE INSANE!” Saria screamed once she got her breath back but Zelda simply ignored her and returned to her feet, she was enamoured by the sight of her toes with their metallic green nail polish wiggling about in desperation “Well we know how ticklish your feet are, I wonder how they taste?” she said as she knelt down “Wait what are you….HA HA HA HA STTHHAAAAPPPP!!!!!!!! NOOOOHAHAHA!!!!!!! GEEEETTT AWWWAHAHAHAYYYY!!!!” She shrieked as Zelda’s warm tongue started running up and down against her sensitive soles causing her to laugh hysterically.  Zelda continued in earnest as she slowly nibbled on each toe before wrapping her tongue around each one individually while at the same time using her hands to tickle her arches and heels, this would have been bad enough normally for Saria but due to the cursed feather even the lightest touch on her feet made her shriek and laugh in desperation. Once Zelda was finally finished with her torture she planted a long, loving kiss on every single toe leaving behind a red lipstick mark, all the while accompanied by Saria’s pleas for mercy “Sweet foolish Saria, haven’t you learned yet that I don’t have any?” she then kissed each of Saria’s soles leaving a further two kiss marks on the arches “I just want to see you laugh” After the absolute torture she had suffered on her feet Saria thought there was nothing worse Zelda could do to her, but she was swiftly proven wrong as Zelda climbed on top of her and lifted up her bra causing Saria to scream indignantly as her bare beats were now helplessly exposed to her tormentor, she then began pleading for help again as Zelda began gently caressing her nipples  “Oh, I’m going have so much fun with these babies!” she giggled as she began flicking them with her index fingers causing Saria to start laugh again, then to her horror Zelda picked up the Hemlaroc feather and brandished it about “NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!” Saria begged as she trying to force Zelda off her but she couldn’t so she could only watch in horror as the feather got closer and closer “HA HA HA HAAAAAAAA STHHAAAHAHAPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she wailed as the feathers tip slowly caressed her right nipple causing her to thrash and buck in desperation. With each stroke she felt the magic’s effects as it affected her body, then to her shock she even began moaning as the torture continued “Interesting…. I think you’re secretly enjoy this!” Zelda chuckled as she began brushing the feather against her other nipple “HA HA HAAAAAAAAA NOOOO!!!! IIIII HAHAHAAATTTTTEEEEE IIITTT!!!!!! PLLEEEAAASSEEE STHHAHAPPPP!!!!” Saria pleaded “Oh really?” Zelda continued without stopping “You don’t want my touch….my love….my tongue?” and with that she leaned in and began running her tongue across her rock-hard nipples Saria immediately howled with laughter as Zelda’s lounge sent her into sensory overload as Zelda continued playing with her body, she couldn’t take another second yet Zelda continued the torture regardless. Saria was so desperate for an end to the tickling that she began promising anything to make Zelda stop, locations of her remaining loyal soldiers, aid to fight her enemies, even some of her own people to be Zelda’s new love slaves instead, simply anything to stop the tickling. However, Zelda continued licking, sucking & biting on one nipple while using the feather on the other before alternating over and over, she barely spoke until she finally said “But I don’t want any of those things my sweet, all I want is to have you here as my possession to play with!” and went straight back to tickling her Finally, after several hours of torturing almost ever single spot on her body Zelda stopped, Saria was too tired to say anything and she kept quiet while Zelda undressed in front of her into her normal pink armour. Once she was fully dressed she placed the ball gag back in her mouth but Saria was in no position to offer much resistance “Well it has certainly been a fun night Saria but I have a War Council meeting, but don’t worry … nothing in Hyrule will keep me from you for too long my dear!”  “Thank the Goddesses!” Saria thought with joy, even a few hours of peace from this psycho would be bliss! She was so tired that she didn’t even care about trying to escape, all she wanted to do was sleep….  Zelda planted a long kiss on the gag before leaving the room followed by the sounds of bolts and locks being set in place. Saria laid her head back and closed her eyes However, even with Zelda gone her peace was short lived as she soon felt something move against her side, then from the corner of her eye she spotted something moving in the darkness “MFT FTH?” she shouted but quickly began laughing as something began tickling both her underarms, she gasped in shock as she realised it was in fact the feather boa draped across her shoulders that was responsible! “OH NO! THAT EVIL PSYCHO MUST HAVE ENCHANTED IT BEFORE SHE LEFT! PLEASE STOP IT! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE TICKLING! PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU!” she thought in a panic as the feathery ends of the boa continued lightly touching the smooth hollows of her underarms  “STF IF! PLS HLF MFF!!!!” she screamed trying to beg for it to stop but there was no answer, there was only her and the boa… Saria screamed and struggled for what felt like hours against the fiendish feathery boa, if she moved to one side to protect herself then her other underarm would just get tickled even worse, if she tried to press down her shoulders to try and trap it then it would just tickle her sides instead, sometimes it would even torment her exposed and still ticklish enchanted nipples as each soft and fuzzy stroke against her bare skin was absolute torment. No matter how much she tried to beg or plead the damn thing never once stopped tickling her, she feared that this thing might actually drive her mad! The only consolation that she could find was that at least her feet were being left alone for the moment but she was so tired now and it had been so long since she hadn’t been tickled but it was simply impossible to drift off with this damn thing constantly tickling her! Saria was so desperate for this torment to be over that she was actually a little glad when Zelda finally unbolted the door and entered the bedroom, maybe now she might finally get a break she thought! Zelda meanwhile stared gleefully at the formerly proud queen now reduced to a sweaty, bleary eyed mess bound and gagged before her “Amazing what a few hours of non-stop tickling will do!” She thought smugly as she removed her clothes until she was standing in just her pink underwear “And best of all, unlike other torture methods this means that there’s not a single mark left on Saria’s delectable body!” she then unbuckled the gag “Z….Zelda….” Saria cried out weakly once she was free to talk again “Please…..I can’t take any more…..I’m so tired…..” as Zelda picked up the dreaded Hemlaroc feather and ran it between her manicured fingers  “Oh, nonsense Saria, it’s not even been a full day yet!” she said sarcastically as she approached her. Saria couldn’t believe it, had it really been less than a day? The windows were all sealed shut and there were no clocks in the room so it was impossible to gauge time in this nightmarish hell she was trapped in. Then she panicked as Zelda undid the clasp on her loincloth “No …. please……” she meekly cried as her last remaining piece of clothing and only piece of defence fell away exposing her shaved mound to her psychotic captor, Zelda stared lovingly at her toy and couldn’t wait to continue as a huge smirk appeared on her face “Uh uh uh!” she said in a royal tone while waving the feather back and forth “Slaves don’t give Queen’s orders! Looks like you still need to be broken in some more!” Saria closed her mouth to avoid angering Zelda further, she was petrified by what she was planning and she knew there was no way it would end well. She shut her eyes as Zelda held the feather inches above her pubic area “Was a deliciously sexy little clit you have Saria!” she positioned it so close it was practically touching her “And it belongs only to me!” with that she began brushing the devilish feather between her legs “AHHHH!!!!!” Saria instantly began wailing “SPIRITS OF THE KOKORI SAVE ME!!!!!!!!!!” she screamed, her voice instantly jumping an octave “They won’t save you my dear, no-one can! It’s just you and me now for ever and ever!” Zelda mocked her while she moved the feather and started brushing it against her inner thighs making Saria continue to shriek while now bucking in her bonds “HA HA HA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO STTHHHAAPPPP!!!!!!” “No stop? Well of course, if that’s what you want my dear!” Zelda continued mocking her desperate begging as she moved the feather back to her clit once more and start lightly tickling it again Saria couldn’t believe what was happening, she could feel the tickling get more and more intense with each feather stroke driving her more and more wild, then she moaned even louder as Zelda pulled the feather away and leaned in to begin gently kissing her thighs and the edge of her mound “Aw, does my little tickle toy want an orgasm?” “HA HA HA YEEEESSSS!!!!!!!!!” Saria screamed, she hated that she was begging her insane enemy but she just couldn’t take anymore “Oh, I’m afraid that’s too bad” “HA HA HA WHAAAHAHAHAHAT????!” Saria shouted in confusion, just what was it she wanted from her already? “Like I told already you, I am the Queen and you belong to me now and I don’t think you deserve to orgasm at th current time …. Maybe in a few months I will allow you to as a reward …. once you’ve been properly broken in to serve me of course!” “HA HA HA YOOOUUUU BIIITTTCCHHHH!!!!!!” Saria cried in desperation at this psycho “SSTTHHHAAPPPPPTTT THHHIISSSS NOOOWWWHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!” as Zelda began tickling her inner thighs with her nails. Saria continued to lay trapped on Zelda’s bed laughing helplessly for several more days filled with torture by the insane Queen, they were filled with almost non-stop tickle torture with each session ending with Zelda bringing her close to an orgasm before cruelly snatching it away which only added to her frustrations, eventually she was so sensitive there that even a gentle breeze would almost instantly bring her to orgasm but Zelda made sure to always keep one beyond her reach Several months later it was a warm evening and Zelda walked through her palace gardens holding a length of chain, attached to the other end was Saria the former warrior Queen, now bound and broken by her mistress. She wore only a tiny green two piece that barely covered her modesty while her head and arms where locked in a set of wooden stocks which the chain was bolted to along with a metal spreader bar locked around her ankles to prevent her from running (not that this stopped Zelda from frequently running around the castle at great speed dragging her poor captive behind while forcing her to try and keep up), lastly a huge panel gag was placed around her mouth with the Hyrulian crest proudly emblazoned on it. As Zelda had promised her magic remained trapped while on the castle grounds and Saria had long since abandoned any hope of escape or rescue, all she could do was submit to the daily insane whims of her captor. However, while Zelda still loved the nightly tickling sessions followed by sleeping soundly next to her bound and gagged toy she also yearned for a new challenge as well so after convening a meeting with her war council it was agreed where her army would be invading next “What do you think of my plans Impa?” Zelda asked as she prepared herself for another night of torturing Saria “Well, the plan seems like it will be effective…it’s just that the desert offers us no strategic resources or value that I can see?” “Oh but you’re so wrong Impa, in fact it offers one resource in abundance that I desire” and with that she opened an old leather-bound book  “Gerudo valley?” she said in surprise as she studied the map inside “Exactly, where an entire tribe of warrior woman called the Gerudo’s live, once they have been defeated by my army it will be a worthy challenge for me to break each and every one of them to join Saria for my collection of tickle toys!” she said with an evil smile before picking up the Helmaroc feather “Well I’m off to go play. I will see you in a few hours and I expect my army to be ready by morning!”  “Of course your Highness!” Impa said with a salute” “Excellent, goodnight Impa!” and with that she locked the door followed a few seconds later by Saria crying for help followed by her sweet laughter and begging for mercy that would never come The End

Chapter 7 - Relaxing

Solar lands on the balcony and makes sure no one sees him. He enters the door before taking his mask off. Taking the rest of his suit off and changing his prosthetic leg to his day to day one. A bit sore he grabs a towel and heads toward the bathroom with a bath.  Dario walks past a room and stops. He walks back and sees Sayuri. She sat on the bed in a way that showed off her body a bit. Blushing a bit, Dario steps away then looks back. This time Sayuri held her shirt up a bit showing her boobs off. Unsure of what to say he walks away then back. He couldn’t help but chuckle as Sayuri was struggling to take her bra off.  “Need some help?” Dario asked.  “Only if you help me with the rest.” Sayuri says. Her arms behind her back as she struggles.  “Well, I guess I don’t need this.” Dario drops his towel and enters the room. He kisses Sayuri's lips softly. She wraps her arms around him and pulls her close. Dario’s hands wandered behind her back and helped take her bra off. Kissing her lips gently as they start.  Once her bra was off, Sayuri threw it off to the side. She takes his hand and puts it up her skirt. Knowing what she wanted, he gently rubs her thighs. Going up her body a little as they kiss.  “What were you planning on doing once you caught my attention?” Dario smiles.  “I’m not sure, I guess I’ll let you decide.” Sayuri takes his hands and places them on her boobs. He gently plays with them and thinks.  “Well, I was going to get in the bath. Want to join me?” Dario asked. “I would love to.”  He picks her up and kisses her cheek. Sayuri smiles as they go into the bathroom. Getting the water ready and very warm. Sayuri gets in first as she enjoys the warm water. After Dario gets undressed, he looks over and smiles. Sayuri looked relaxed and happy as she soaked in the warm water. Not wanting to ruin the relaxing mood she was in, Dario gets it with her. He takes her hand and kisses it.  “Can we just relax for now?” He asked.  “Yeah, that sounds amazing.” She smiles and relaxes against him. He kisses her hand more.  “I love you.”  “I love you too.”

Chapter 1 - Three demigoddess in the wild

[ltr]Three young women stood in an unfamiliar jungle.   The first one is a curly-haired blond with storm grey eyes. She stood at around 5 feet 7 inches (170 cm) tall with her sneakers, making her the tallest of the trio. She wore an orange t-shirt with the logo of camp half-blood that sticked to her athletic figure from the sweat and showed off her generous D sized cups pressing against her bra. She wore short shorts as well that allowed her movability as well showed off her perfect tanned legs. With a beautiful face that girls would kill for, she was none other than Annabeth chase, daughter of Athena.   The second one was a gorgeous young Cherokee beauty. At the height of 5 feet 5 inches (165 cm) tall she was the shortest of the group, but definitely not the least defined. Sporting amazing E cup breasts, Piper McLean, who was dressed the same way as her good friend Annabeth, suffered the same. Unlike Annabeth, however, her large breasts forced her shirt to climb and expose her bellybutton. With an eagle feather tied in her hair and kaleidoscopic eyes, she was the very image of the perfect daughter of Aphrodite.   The last, but definitely not least, was the youngest of the trio. Standing at 5 feet 6 inches (168 cm) tall and sporting a D cup, she had a dark espresso-colored hair framed her face in loose waves with seemingly flickers of gold within. Unlike the rest of the girls, she wore a purple shirt and had a jacket tied on her well-defined hips. The Afro-American girl’s main feature was her gold-colored eyes that particularly shone against her dark colored skin. She was the one and only Hazel Levesque, daughter of Pluto.   The three demigoddesses were ready to admit that they were lost. It started when they had a girl's night out after celebrating Hazel’s eighteenth birthday. In the middle of their night, they were attacked by a large group of monsters and were forced to retreat. During their fight a sorcerer cast a spell and the next thing they knew, they were standing in the middle of an unknown jungle.   Annabeth, the first to act, opened her monster proofed smartphone and tried to get reception. Unfortunately, she had no luck.   "Damn, no signal. Any luck on your side, girls?"   "Wait, let me try something." The daughter of Pluto said as she tried to IM any of the camps. Unfortunately, just like Annabeth, Hazel's attempt fell short as the drachma she threw passed through the rainbow she created. "No IM as well."   "So." Piper asked. "What's now?"   "We go in one direction." Annabeth, ever the leader, decided. "We are bound to cross a river or something that will lead us to civilization at some point. We're lucky that wherever we are is still at daytime instead of night like home, we need to move as fast as possible and reach either a village or find some shelter."   And so they did. For the next few hours, the girls tracked across the jungle, sweaty and tired without sleep. As the sun began to set, they found a cave next to a river. Deciding that they had walked enough for today, and reaching both a river and a shelter, they made camp. Piper caught some fish as Hazel and Annabeth made a fire. An hour later, they were well fed and prepared to sleep.   When night fell, the girls discovered another horrible truth. Annabeth, who looked up at the stars, discovered that she didn’t recognize any of them.   "Maybe it’s because we’re in a new place?” Piper offered an explanation after Annabeth voiced her concerns.   "No.” Annabeth shook her head somberly. “Even so, I would have recognized at least some. We may be on a different time or a different world altogether.”   "So what should we do?” Hazel asked with concern.   "We push on and continue the original plan.” Annabeth decisively said. “For now, let’s get as much rest as possible.”   With the fire guarding the only entrance to the cave, the girls allowed themselves to get a full night's sleep. Just in case, Hazel created a spell through the mist to warn them of anyone who may step close. And so, all three went to sleep after saying good night to each other.   __________ Reality, however, will see it that the night is anything but safe.   As the moon cast its silvery glow upon the dense canopy of the rainforest, Annabeth, Piper, and Hazel lay nestled within their makeshift campsite, the flickering flames of their dwindling fire casting dancing shadows across the foliage.   In the stillness of the night, a faint buzzing sound echoed through the humid air, barely audible above the chorus of the jungle. Unbeknownst to the girls, a lone bug hovered on delicate wings above their campsite. As it flew, it had a singular purpose.   It flew above the fire and bypassed Hazel’s spell completely, as both defenses were designed against walking threats of considerable mass. The small flying insect made a loop in the air, as if mocking the failed protections.   With a sudden darting movement, the bug descended upon the unsuspecting trio like a sperm cell upon a defenseless egg. It reached Annabeth first, landing right on top of the middle of her womb. It moved its limbs a little to pet, appreciating the soft skin of its target before doing the deed.   Its slender proboscis extended like a needle seeking its mark. In a swift and silent motion, it pierced Annabeth’s skin and stopped a touching distance from breaking through the walls of the womb. Then, it started injecting its potent magical venom.   Annabeth moaned momentarily as the infected spot shimmered dimly and beat. After a minute, the light dimmed and the beating stopped and the bug, finished with the current target, moved to the next one.   This one was similar in color to the native human. Landing on the same spot as the previous target, the bug once again enjoyed feeling off the soft and mushy skin before injecting its needle like proboscis and like before injecting its venom to the womb.   Unlike the one before her, however, this one’s womb felt different. Her body made no resistance as the insect pushed the needle inside, it was actually assisting. Like the body itself understood its purpose to breed and assisted the foreign invader. The bug made sure to give this one special attention as it released the venom, it was a minute more of moaning before the infected spot stopped beating.   Flying towards the last one, a dark-skinned female, the bug got into position. By patting the skin, it felt the magic in the young women, magic that will fight against it. preparing itself, the bug injected the needle and as expected, the body fought back. It was like drilling in rock. Luckily, the girl was deep enough in sleep so her magic couldn't wake her up.   After hard work, the bug finally breached the defenses and hit the gold. The womb behind the rock-hard defenses was fertile ground for the venom. The girl moaned like the two before her as the bug injected its venom and caused the spot to swell. After it finished, it gave a slap in the infected spot both for a job well done and for the annoyance this girl was.   As the bug withdrew, leaving behind tiny droplets of shimmering liquid that would evaporate long before any of the girls would wake, it looked at its work. Each girl was injected and received its venom and the only clue that will be left in a mosquito like bite, hardly something unusual in the jungle. At best, they may scratch it, quickening the venom’s work.   It also noticed that each girl had a wet damp between their legs, another sign that the venom integrated itself successfully in their bodies. Doing another victory loop in the air, the bug flew away. Its belly bloated from all the blood it collected from the demigoddesses.   As it left, deep within the womb of each girl, a subtle transformation began to unfold. The magical essence of the bug’s venom started to produce microscopic ethereal threads that began spreading slowly.   __________ Annabeth woke up the day after at the crack of dawn, she held her arms up as she stretched her athletic body. Looking around her, she was disappointed to discover that the events of the last day weren’t a dream.   Feeling an itch in her lower belly, Annabeth scratched it a little only to discover a mosquito bite. With an annoyed sigh, she hoped that the itch would go away naturally sooner rather than later. Another inspection downstairs revealed that her panties were completely drenched. With a blush, Annabeth remembered some parts of her dreams last night.   Shaking her head, she instead focused on waking up her friends.   “Come on girls, rise and shine!”   With a groan, the other girls got up as well. They did not appreciate the early rise. "Come on Annie, can’t you let us have another five minutes?” Piper complained in a tired voice, the beauty queen apparently needing her beauty sleep.   "The more daylight we waste, the less progress we make toward civilization and home.” The daughter of Athena replied. “Now get up and prepare yourselves, we have a long day.” After a few minutes, the girls were already outside of the cave and started hiking downstream. Unknown to each other, because they had only one set of clothes, and because each girl had a dump pantie from the night before they had nothing to change to. Therefore, each girl decided to wear the used pantie until they were able get new ones.   As they walked, Annabeth noticed that her friends were scratching themselves as well. "Mosquitos bit you too?’ She asked.   “Yeah… hopefully we can get a bug repellent once we reach somewhere.” Piper said as she gently caresses her lower belly. It was to scratch the bite mark without expending it, but it looked like she was caressing her stomach like there is a growing baby in there. "Argh… it won’t stop!” Hazel, on the other hand, scratched furiously at her lower belly. “I swear, if I get my hands on that damn bug…”   "You know it will only grow worse if you continue scratching it, right?” Annabeth said, the conversation reminded her very much about her own itching bug bite.   Hazel groaned but lessened her scratching.   They continued their walk until they saw a group of men near the lake. The men were obviously natives and were dressed alike with a leaf made skirt and tribal marks on the face and skin. Some had spears while others had bows, but besides that they had nothing else. And by nothing else, Annabeth meant nothing else. The men didn't wear any shirt or pants, or even shoes. It exposed their well-defined bodies, a result of constant struggle in a hostile environment, that Annabeth couldn't help but appreciate.   "What should we do?" Hazel asked. "Should we ask for directions or…"   "I think we should talk to them." Piper said. "We aren't moving anywhere like this, and we'll have to make human contact at some point. Even if they are hostile, I'm sure that between the three of us we can take them on. Besides, my gut tells me that they're friendly."   Annabeth was conflicted. On one hand, Piper was right in the sense that they needed directions. But there were so many risks and unknowns. Usually in situations like this Annabeth trusted her gut feelings, but this time she got mixed messages. One feeling told her that they should keep away from the men and turn to the other direction, but another insisted that they should interact with the men. With a sigh, she made her decision.   "Alright, we'll have a chat." She finely said. "Piper, you are our best negotiator. What's more, you have the best chance of understanding them in case they can't speak English. Ask them for directions, as well as where the Hades are we."   "Sure thing, Annie~" Piper said with a smile.   __________   The first thing Piper thought when she saw the men was that they were HUNKS with capital letters. And as a daughter of Aphrodite, she knew what she was talking about. All of them had lean waists and wide shoulders without any fat. Their hard abs and big biceps were clear to see, and Piper couldn't help but appreciate the view. And they were tall, as in six feet plus tall.   As the girls neared, Piper could smell the strong manly scent of the guys. She couldn't help but shiver a little as she felt that her pussy drenching her already wet panties even more. She privately cursed her mother's nature that was surly the cause for her current embarrassment.   "Hello" She said with a smile as she greeted the natives. "Can you help a girl out?   "Pretty woman." The native who was most likely the leader of the group said. The suddenness and honesty of the reply caught Piper by surprise as she blushed a little.   "Can you direct us to the nearest city?" She asked.   "Lost?" He asked as she nodded in answer. "Me know only village. Me can take pretty women there, ask chief or old shaman. Two know most."   "Thank you, I hope we're not a bother." Piper said diplomatically.   "No bother." He said. "Guest."   "By the way, my name is Piper. Those two are my friends Annabeth and Hazel." Piper introduced herself and her companions.   The leader introduced himself as Akash and his friends as Dev, Hari, Jayesh, and Nikhil.   "Us take you to village now." Akash said. "Get there before dark. Outside dangerous."   "Thanks again."   The group started their track to the unknown village. Piper was walking next to Akish at the front as Annabeth and Hazel were behind them. Dev and Hari were from both sides, acting as a shield in case of any surprises, and Jayesh and Nikhil were at the back, carrying an animal the group hunted before. To pass time, Piper made small talk with the guy next to her.   "You're a hunter, right? What do you usually hunt?" Piper herself was a vegetarian, but for diplomacies sake she wasn’t going to explain her views.   "Me and men hunt big mice. Big snakes also if can."   "Do you have many visitors?" Annabeth asked.   "No, you pretty women first I see."   "Really?" Annabeth asked with concern. "What about other tribes?"   "Me only know my tribe, no others. Chief or shaman know more."   The girls looked at each other with concern, that didn't bound well for them at all.   "Then I guess we'll have to just ask them ourselves." Annabeth concluded.   The group continued the journey. After another few hours of walking, the group reached an obstacle. There was a waterfall of around a hundred feet that they needed to cross, but Piper didn't see any road down from the cliff. The natives went to one side of the cliff and the girls had no choice but to follow.   "So how are we going to get down?" Hazel asked.   "We use vines." Akash said as he held a strong looking vine in his hand. The other men found their relative vines as well. "Can pretty women come closer?"   The girls did so. Before Piper could register what happened, Akash grabbed her by her butt and jumped down the cliff. Piper yelped as she held him tight, arms around his strong neck and body pressed against his muscular chest. She felt as he carried her bridal style as the wind blew past them, his hand feeling up her butt cheek in the process.   Then, it was over. They were on the ground, Piper still being held by the strong man. They were like that for a second or two before Annabeth's voice was heard.   "Ahm! You can put us down now!"   Akash had put her down, and Piper couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. A look at her blushing friends told her that they too had the same treatment she had.   "Okay, what was that about?!" Annabeth demanded an explanation.    "Needed to go down vines. Was most quick, not know how women react." Akash answered.   "Never do it again." Annabeth said in finality. "And warn us next time you think of pulling something similar."   With a nod, their guide led them to the village. And soon enough, they were at its gate. While they passed through, Piper noticed that all the men were just as hunk as the hunting party, much to her mild delight. She once again felt her lower mouth drooling. __________   Even as the girls were led through the village, Hazel couldn't stop thinking about the damned bite. The thing was just so annoying! No matter what she tried, the reflex to scratch the area just wouldn't leave her. She barely noticed the village around her that was filled with, admittingly attractive, men.   They of course got more than a few stares and curious glances. But overall, there was no angry mob with pitchforks or anything like that, so in her book it was a win. The group was nearing a tent that was bigger than the others, most likely the one where the chief is.   "Where are all the women and children?" Annabeth suddenly asked. "We hadn't seen them yet."   "Only men. Gift with price" The man next to Annabeth answered. "Can ask Chief when meeting. Explain better."   With those defiantly not ominous words, the girls entered the cabin of the chief and saw the man in charge for the first time. Hazel had to give it to him, he was the very image of what someone may think about what a chieftain should look like. Like the rest of the tribe, the chief was dressed in only a skirt made of vegetation, but in addition he had headwear made of colorful leaves and feathers.   He also had a massive build. The natives before were impressive with their muscles, but the chief took it even a step farther. He was a head taller than the median height of the rest of the men, and had even larger and more defined muscle. Even sitting on the floor, Hazel could definitely see the rock-hard abs.   "Greetings. Me Talaq, chief of tribe.” The chief introduced himself.   "Annabeth.” Her friend introduced herself. “And those are Piper and Hazel. We got lost here and are trying to find a way home. We hoped that you may help us, or at least shed some light on what’s happening.”   "How got here?”   And Annabeth began retelling the chain of events that got them here. She told a little exposition about their world as well, mainly about the gods and monsters and how they affect the demigod’s life.   "Me see.” The chief nodded, deep in thought. “Us too have own God, Zeruna. Noticed only men, right?”   The girls nodded.   "Gift and curse. Us needed strength, strength given at a price. Warriors grew stronger, killed only in battle, others didn’t. Women gave only sons, soon after only warriors left.”   Hazel couldn’t help but feel sorry for them. It was a tragedy that was a common trope for her and the others, a god playing a sick joke on people praying for them fitted very well to Hazel’s expectations. She wanted to help them in any small way she could, there was a gut feeling inside her that pressed her to help.   “Are there any other settlements we could go to figure out how to get home?” Annabeth asked.   "No. Only settlement is here, no other.”   The answer shocked the girls.   “We make you tents, one for each. Will tell shaman to help, knowing much magic, best possible lead.”   "Thank you again for your help.” Annabeth said before turning to Hazel. “Hazel, you’re the best of us where it comes to magic, think you can help things along?”   "Yes.” Hazel nodded in agreement.   "Good, calling for shaman now.”   After a few minutes, the shaman arrived. And Hazel couldn’t help but notice that he was different from the rest. While the other where total hunks that were very nice to the eye, the shaman was an old man with grey hair and full of wrinkles and warts.   He was dressed in the same fashion as the rest of the tribe, which exposed his old body, but had headwear of feathers that was more modest than the chief’s. He also held a staff with a skull of a bird of some kind as the head.   All in all, he was extremely unattractive, and she actually looked down when she made eye contact. It was probably for the best, Hazel thought, if they were going to work together for the unforeseeable future. The less distractions the better.   Although she felt a tingling feeling in her lower belly when she saw him, weird. In any case, the chief accompanied the others to their tents while the shaman, who Hazel learned was called Asha, guided her to his hut where he did all the potions and experiments.   The hut itself was big, like the size of a big apartment. They went through a door of beads and got into an inner room where there were many bowls, powders and potions, the lab if Hazel had to guess.   Asha asked her to demonstrate how her powers work to get an understanding of how different their magic is and maybe get a clue on how to get them home, Hazel complied. She showed him how she uses the mist as well as her control over gems and precious metals. She explained how she did each thing, as well as the difference between doing it now and doing it at home.   They concluded that indeed as Annabeth said, they were in a different world altogether. Hazel felt her connection to the mist had weakened, or more precisely the power and influence of the mist itself had been weakened.   All the while, Hazel felt the infernal need to scratch the bug bite. When name asked about it, she explained that she got bitten at the night and that the need to scratch wouldn’t leave.   “Can see?” Asha asked “Bite can be dangerous. I have things to help.”   Thinking about it, Asha is the shaman. Undoubtedly, he treated many things like this, he was the closest thing they had to a doctor after all.   “Sure.”   "Need see bite.” He gestured to her.   "Ahh…” Hazel stopped for a moment embarrassed to show the bite that was in a rather private part of her to a male stranger. In the end, however, she opened the zipper in her shorts half the way to show the bite. Her face was blushing heavily.   "Me old, eyes not good. need closer look.” The old man said as he gestured her to sit on the corner of the table.   After a little thinking, Hazel complied. As she sat, she noticed that the corner forced her legs apart. She was basically showing skin and spreading legs to a man old enough to be her grandfather… on the mortal side… and if you count her physical age and not birth date. Gods, her life was strange.   She shuddered as she felt his leathery gruff digits examine the bite mark. She let a hiccup when the shaman grabbed the small fat of her lower belly, that annoying fat that stays no matter how hard you work out.   "Hmm… hard see with dark skin, need examine more close skin.” The old man told her, before adding. “With permission.”   After looking down, Hazel did have to agree that it was rather hard to see, so once again she complied. She opened the zipper completely and blushed even more when the shaman told her to hold the sides with her hands so that he could examine her freely.   "Need feel upper belly as well.” The shaman said as he lifted her shirt a little, about five fingers above the bellybutton, before the daughter of Pluto could protest.   Asha did a thorough work as he stabbed, pinched and examined her skin with his warty hands. If he didn’t keep a professional bearing all the time he touched her, Hazel would have suspected that the shaman had ulterior motives.   As it is, Hazel had to keep herself from making any embarrassing sounds as she felt a gruff digit stab the place where her ovary should be, and rubbed circles around it. The shaman also pinched the sides of her belly and slid his rough fingers across the muscles of her stomach upside down, causing her to shiver.   When she was about to call him to stop, he pulled his hands back.   "Me know bite, salve have in back. Stay as are.” He said before leaving.   For a few minutes Hazel stayed as she is, with her shirt lifted, her legs spread and her zipper open and exposing anything above the pussy. As she stayed there, she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. For some unexplained reason, however, she felt a feeling of longing in her lower belly.   Before she could put heads or tails, however, Asha came back with a bowl filled with salve of some kind. He put two fingers inside and then rubbed it directly on the bite mark. Hazel couldn’t hold back her moan as the rough digits and the salve connected with her skin.   It just felt so good. The salve finally silencing the annoyance of the bite and the longing she suddenly developed disappeared as well. Once she gathered her bearing, she blushed again as she apologized.   Asha simply chuckled and continued patting Hazel’s bug bite. “Feels good?” He asked.   "Y-ye ahmm…” Hazel once again moaned as the old wrinkly fingers brushed against her skin. “S-sorry, it was just very annoying.”   "No problem.” Asha said as he looked at her exposed belly again before retracting his hands. “Looks good. Stay this way, cool air helps.”   "Ok.” Hazel kept the two parts of the zipper apart. For some reason, she was really sad when the shaman stopped rubbing the salve. She guessed that the salve really helped. Having a minute or two of silence as the shaman went to store the salve away, she came to a decision.   "Hey, amm… Asha?” she asked, getting the old man’s attention. “The chief told us about your… situation.”   "Yes?” Asha raised an eyebrow.   "Well… I know magic, and have some experience with curses. Maybe I can help?” Hazel asked. “You’re helping us, so it’s only fair.”   The old man looked at her for a while, an unreadable expression on his wrinkled face. Finally, he spoke. “Be good, appreciate help. Come tomorrow, we start. Go now, have rest.”   With a smile, Hazel left to find her tent and sleep. Leaving with a good feeling. It was only when she left the cabin, that she felt a slight breeze in her lower stomach and remembered that she didn’t close her Zipper not pushed back her shirt down. Quickly fixing it with a blushing face, she continued her search for her tent.   __________   After seeing that the three women were in their tents, Talaq and Asha met at the chief's cabin alone. Even though the girls were in the tents far away and couldn't here them, Asha cast a privacy spell.   "The Girls all have been marked by Zeruna." The shaman said. "The seeds inside have taken root.   "Good." The chief replied. "They all will give birth to many healthy babies, you have chosen well old friend."   "Thank you, I live to serve." Asha smiled. "The black one, Hazel, offered herself to help us with the curse."   "The daughter of the god of death and wealth?"   "The one and the same." Asha confirmed. "Her body seems to fight the lord's seed harder than the others, perhaps as a result of her higher magical density or her parentage. I shall use this opportunity to undermine it."   "Do it." Talaq ordered. "The lord always appreciated challenge, seeding his life in the deepest fertile soils of the demigoddess of the underworld is an offering he would find delighting."   Asha nodded before asking. "And what about the rest?"   "Piper is basically made to be bred, it's literally in her blood." The taller man said. "I noticed how she looked at the men, all we need to do is to gently push her in the right direction so that she could see how much of a slut she is. I'll have her interact with the men as much as possible."   "Very well. I’ll see what I can do to make her drunk, she’ll be much more receptive when her true nature is revealed. Her ‘loyalty’ to her boyfriend will matter little then.” Asha scoffed at the idea that a fine slut like her would keep herself to only one man.   "And what about the blonde, Annabeth?” Asha questioned. “She’s obviously the brains of the group. Even with the seed influencing her, giving her the same treatment as Piper will only make her resist more. We may be forced to resort to dire measures.”   Talaq nodded in acknowledgement. “True, we must first break her pride and make her question herself, then she will let us in. However it must have no connection to us, less she suspect and leave while taking the others with her. I will ponder about it.”   The chief made then a sour face. “I just hope that the magic of their growing crests will take care of the language barrier sooner rather than later.”   "To be fair, we are from different world altogether.” Asha justified. “It was by our lord’s grace that I immediately found them, things would have been far harder otherwise.”   "Yes, good job on that one. You have chosen well, fine sows each of them.” The chief complemented. “And none is aware of the fact that you are this ‘strange sorcerer’. Masterfully done. And what of the bug you sent?”   "Thank you, and it is well. It now "Thank you, and it is well. It’s now in the process of cocooning itself after feasting on the blood of the demigoddesses. When it’s finished, I’ll have the black one ‘taking care’ of it as part of her mission to ‘free us’ from the curse."   The two laughed at the thought. They spent the night talking about all the possibilities they have. The girl’s journey had just begun. [/ltr] [ltr] AN So, this is my first H story, hope you liked it. While I do have a certain direction for the story, I'm always happy to here new ideas. So please write what you would like to see in the story. By the way, what shape the navel tattoo of each girl should be? What would you like to see in a truth or dare game between the girls and the natives?  [/ltr]

Chapter 1 - Peg Pete vs The Tickle Intruders

Peg Pete vs The Tickle Intruders   “Man that was long day!” Peg Pete said to herself as she unlocked the front door and entered her house one Friday afternoon. It had been a busy few weeks for the 40 something real estate agent and she was keen to start her weekend of peace and quiet while her husband Pete and daughter Pistol had gone to visit his mother and her son PJ was away at college which meant she had the whole house to herself.   Going to the kitchen she poured herself a large glass of wine then sat on the couch and kicked off her flats leaving her in a pink top, white pants and tan nylons. She flexed her nyloned feet and felt the cool air on them which felt wonderful after a long day walking around “Ah, peace and quiet!” she thought happily as she picked up a remote from the coffee table and put on a CD of serene music. She closed her eyes and put her head back enjoying the quietness of the house, finishing off her wine she laid down on the couch and within a few minutes she was peacefully sleeping   However unknown to Peg a masked figure dressed all in black was watching her from a hidden spot in the back yard. Seeing that Peg was now asleep the figure slowly sneaked to the back door and used a lock pick to enter the house then stealthily walked over to Peg, the figure removed the black mask revealing herself to be a beautiful cat lady with shoulder length blonde hair and dark green eyes. Putting her back pack down she pulled out a black domino mask which she put on then took out two sets of handcuffs and a roll of duct tape. Peg meanwhile had rolled over in her sleep and was now lying on her stomach with her hands at her sides, slowly the cat lady opened one set of cuffs and walked over to Peg’s feet which were propped up on the armrest of the sofa, attaching a set of cuffs to both her ankles the woman then gently ran her index finger down her right nyloned arch and gave a huge grin as she saw Peg’s foot quickly pull away “Oh this is going to be fun” she thought to herself as she then attached another set of cuffs to Peg’s left wrist before carefully moving her arm up to also cuff her right wrist as well. Once the cuffs were in place she picked up the duct tape and slowly tore off several strips. Putting her backpack on again she went over to Pegs head and gently placed a strip over Peg’s mouth followed by another and another, after a few seconds Peg’s eyes opened and in her half asleep daze tried to move before she snapped awake in shock when she found herself unable to. Pulling furiously at the bonds on her wrists & ankles Peg let out a confused but muffled scream as she saw the blonde woman standing over her   “MMMFFF! MMHHOO RRR YUUUU????!!!” she shouted as best she could as she started to try and move off the couch despite her limited movement but the blonde simply smacked her ample behind several times each with a loud “SMACK” “MMMFFF!!!” Peg cried out in pain as she stopped struggling. Seeing this had momentarily taken the fight out of her captive the blonde quickly grabbed Peg and threw her over her shoulder and began carrying her up the stairs, halfway up Peg again tried struggling to get free but a few more painful smacks soon quietened her back down again. Reaching the top of the stairs Peg found herself being taking into her own bedroom and thrown onto the bed as the strange woman locked the door and drew the curtains shut before putting down her backpack. Scared by what this woman was doing Peg stayed still but tried to talk again   “MMHAT FO YFF MANT?!” she tried to ask but the woman ignored her and began taking out some more items from her backpack, turning to face Peg she could see that the blonde was carrying several more pairs of handcuffs! Peg now tried to shuffle away but the woman quickly cuffed the handcuff chain between her ankle cuffs to the bed frame effectively trapping her in place. She then attached a set of cuffs to each corner of the bed and uncuffed Peg’s left ankle, Peg tried to kick the woman but she was able to grab her ankle and cuff it to the bed post before repeating the process on her right one. Now both her legs were cuffed to the bed frame the woman then sat on top of Peg’s stomach to pin her down and did something Peg wasn’t expect as she dug her fingers into her sides to begin tickling her!   “MMMFFFHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!” Peg started laughed through her gag as the blonde ran her fingers up and down her unprotected sides causing her face to turn bright crimson, this went on for a few minutes until the blonde suddenly stopped causing Peg to fall back against the bed to try and catch her breath, while Peg was dazed the blonde reached behind her and uncuffed her wrists that were still behind her back and while Peg did try to fight back again the woman was able to grab both wrists and quickly cuff her left one to the bed frame. Now with only her right arm still free Peg tried to grab the phone from the nearby nightstand but the woman just knocked the phone off the hook and finished securing her to the bed. Now fully tied down Peg began thrashing against the cuffs but they didn’t budge, she then glared angrily at the masked woman who seemed to not notice or care though as she climbed onto the bed and straddled Peg until their faces practically touched before she started speaking in a calm voice   “I’m sure you have a lot of questions Peg so if I take the gag off will you keep quiet?” Peg slowly nodded, she couldn’t believe what was happening but needed to know what was going on. The blonde gently peeled the tape off and once it was all gone Peg opened and closed her jaw a couple of times, trying to not shout for fear of being gagged again she spoke in a low whisper “What’s going on? Who are you? Why have you tied me up?” She asked in quick succession. The blonde then replied “My name is Katrina ..... Well not really but that’s the name I use when I’m working. I’m a professional thief and I’ve chosen you as my new target, I know you have a safe behind that painting on the wall which contains a large amount of money and jewellery that I want, if you give me the combination for it now then this can be over as quickly as possible” Peg looked shocked then slowly answered “....Look we don’t have any money ok? This is a big mistake so why don’t you let me go and we can forget all about this?” Katrina just rolled her eyes under her mask “Please don’t insult me Peg, I’ve been casing this place for the last few weeks so I know about the safe.” She then paused before continuing “I also know your family is away all weekend and so are all your neighbours currently so no-one will be coming to save you. So give me what I want this can all be over!” Peg was shocked that this woman knew so much but she refused to be intimidated, she turned her head away from Katrina, shut her eyes tight and said “I’ve got nothing to say to you!” Katrina didn’t even change her expression as she figured Peg wouldn’t just give in and had made alternate plans just in case   Grabbing the strips of tape she had removed earlier Katrina quickly put them back on Peg’s mouth despite her best efforts to move her head around to get away and soon the gag was in place with Peg left struggling on the bed as Katrina positioned herself so that she was lying on top of Peg. She held her breath wondering what Katrina had planned, suddenly Katrina lifted up her shirt exposing her taunt stomach “HMMF?” Peg cried in confusion through her gag, then she felt Katrina’s hands start tickling her sensitive sides “MMHAAMOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!” Peg screamed out in a panic, she hated being tickled and instinctively tried to thrash around but Katrina remained firmly in place “Oh I got a live one here!” she said tauntingly as she ran her fingers up and down Peg’s helpless sides and ribs “Koochie Koochie Koo!” she added in a mocking tone as Peg shut her eyes while her face got redder and redder   After a few minutes Katrina stopped and Peg lay giggling on the bed, after she had finally stopped laughing Katrina spoke “So Peg, want to give me the combination? Or shall I continue?” Peg looked shocked, she had never been tickled this much in her life! But her chronic stubbornness meant she still refused to give in “MMOO FFURR MMUURRRST!!!!” she said defiantly through the tape. Katrina complied as she grabbed Peg’s pink shirt and pulled it up over her head giving her a nice view of Peg’s toned body, she did yoga and pilates several times a week so she was still in great shape. Katrina slowly trailed her hands upwards from her navel to her black bra   “Mmmm so many choices!” Katrina said with a Cheshire cat grin which made Peg worried “I think we’ll start....HERE!” she then dug her nails deep into Peg’s underarms making her start laughing again “MMMMMHAHAHASTPPPP!!!!!!!” she tried to beg for mercy as Katrina’s skilful fingers kept up the incessant tickling in the smooth hollows of her sensitive underarms “Stop? Well I offered to stop and you refused!” Katrina replied indignantly, Peg again tried pushing her away but the very short length of the chains on her cuffs only allowed her to move a small amount and Katrina also then moved herself to sit on Peg’s stomach which restricted her movement even more “Aww is it that bad? “MMYS! MMFFFYYSSSSSSS!!!!” Peg nodded desperately!  “Ok then” Katrina said as she stopped   Peg felt like she had just done a full gym workout as she tried to stop laughing, Katrina slowly removed the tape again, as soon as she could talk Peg started talking “Ha ha, please stop! This is so horrible! It’s torture!” “Well Peg, you know what I want” Katrina said as she climbed off her and removed the painting off the wall that covered the safe “Is it really worth going through all this tickle torture for a few lousy numbers?” Peg thought it over to herself, she wanted to give in and get this over with but all she could think of was the shame in being beaten by some thief in her own home! Her pride refused to let her do this even though she knew how ticklish she was “NO! NEVER! I’M NOT GONNA GIVE YOU ANYTHING!” she shouted out while praying some passerby might hear the commotion and bring help “Well it’s your choice!” Katrina said as she walked back over to the bed and knelt by the side of it then leaned over Peg’s midsection. Peg then screamed as Katrina’s tongue made contact with her navel   “HA HA HA HA!!!!! YOUR’E SIIIICCKKKK!!!!!!!” she shouted out as Katrina’s tongue licked all around her tummy in random directions, she also used her left arm to hold down Peg’s upper body and her right one to keep her legs from thrashing about too much. As the tickling continued Peg was beside herself with laughter! Things got worse as Katrina then dug her tongue deep into her belly button “HA HA HA OHHH NOOOOO!!!! STOP! STOP! STHHAAAPPPPP!!!!!!!” she squealed as Katrina continued to move her tongue around randomly. Occasionally she would also return to the navel area and torture her there with either her tongue or nails. Finally Peg couldn’t take it anymore “HA HA HA HA HA!!! F!!!!!!!!!!! FIIIIVVVV!!!!!!!!!!!  HA HA HA!!!! FIIIIIIVVVVVVEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” “I’m sorry, what was that honey?” Katrina said nonchalantly as she kept licking away “HA HA HA FIVE! THE FIRST NUMBER IS FIVE! FIVE DAMN IT!!!!!! FIIIVVVVEEEEE!!!!!!!” Katrina finally stopped “Five huh?” Ok and what are the others?” Peg looked away from her “No.....” she said meekly “Oh yes Peg! You just need some more incentive!”  Katrina returned to her backpack and Peg heard her take several more things out and put them on the floor. Katrina then returned and faced her captive “Last chance Peg” Peg just lay there staring at the thief with large begging eyes “Ok, your choice” as she picked up a bottle of oil and an electric toothbrush. She poured some oil in her hands and then began rubbing it into Peg’s tummy making it glisten softly in the light   “Oh no......” Peg weakly cried out, giving up one number was bad enough but to have to give the rest..... Then she heard the toothbrush being switched on and Katrina held it above her navel “So.... next number?” she asked evilly but Peg remained silent “Ok then” she brought the brush down just to the left of her belly button “HA HA HA NOOOOO!!!! GET IT OFFFFF!!!!!” Peg began begging again as the soft bristles glided on her oiled up skin. It was torturous, all she wanted to do was get one hand free and make Katrina pay for this! “Having fun Peg?” Katrina taunted as she began to move the brush around in circles around her belly button. By now Peg had shut her mouth and began shaking her head violently from side to side “I WON’T LAUGH! I WON’T LAUGH! I WON’T LAUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she thought to herself over and over, if she just focused enough maybe she could ignore it....then Katrina put the brush inside her belly button   “HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOO STOPPPP!!! HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!! PLEEEEAASSSEEEE!!!!!” A torrent of screaming laughter burst out of her mouth as the bristles relentlessly kept tickling away “So, what comes after five?” Katrina asked “HA HA HA NINE!!!!! NINE!!!! ITS NINNNEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! HA HA HA HA!!!! Peg didn’t care anymore, she just knew she couldn’t take any more tickling “You just wanna give me one more number huh?” “OOHHHHKKAAAYYY!!! IIILLLLLTAAHAHAHALLLLKK!!!!!!” Peg screamed out “Oh really” she asked as she continued tickling “YEESS!!!!JUUUSSSTTTSTTHAHAHAHPPPP!!!” “No, I think its better if you talk and THEN I’ll stop” “HA HA HA HA OK! OK!!!! FIVE! NINE! TWO! SIX! EIGHT!!!!! I SWEAR!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!!!!!!” “Ok, so fiiiiiiiiiivve” Katrina said as she slowly drew a five on Peg’s tummy making her scream “Niiiiinnnnee” and she drew a nine “Twwwwoooo! Siiiiiix! Eiiiigggghhhhttt! Right?” each time she slowly drew the number out Peg had just said as Peg kept helplessly laughing “HA HA HA HA! YES!!!! YES!!!!!!!” Peg thought she might pass out before Katrina mercifully turned off the toothbrush   Peg now looked like a complete wreck as she just lay there and continued laughing while Katrina entered the numbers and opened the safe. Peg watched angrily as she took out several large wads of cash plus some of her husband’s watches and a pearl necklace, Peg however took some solace in the fact that she knew those were all fakes and that her insurance would cover them “Jokes on you Bitch!” she thought smugly to herself as she thanked Karma. Once Katrina had emptied the safe she put everything down by her bag then walked to the foot of the bed “Well, I guess we are done here Peg.... except for one thing” Peg got worried, then started to panic as Katrina then knelt down   “W....w...what do you mean?” she said worriedly “Oh Peg, you don’t think I would go to all this trouble just to walk out without getting to also play with this sexy little feet do you?” “Oh no please don’t! I gave you what you wanted! YOU CAN’T!!!!!” Peg began pulling her legs as hard as she could to try and get away from Katrina but she was no match for the cuffs, Katrina then climbed on the bed with the roll of duct tape “Noooooooo!!! HEEELLLMMMMMFFFFFFFF!!!!!! She tried to scream as a thick strip of tape was firmly pressed against her mouth. Katrina then jumped off the bed and kept looking back and forth to each foot while she savoured the tension   Peg shut her eyes knowing what was coming and the waiting made it even worse, then she felt a finger run up and down her left arch “MMMMFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Peg screamed into the tape gag as she practically jumped off the bed!   “Please no! She’s joking right!?” she thought but then Katrina stood up with a wicked grin “And that was just one finger Peg, guess what’s coming next!” she held up both hands and started wiggling all her fingers around in the air. Peg began shaking her head from side to side “MFFFNOOOO!!! PPPSSSSSSEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!” she tried to plead with the captor but Katrina just replied “Sorry honey, but this is way too much fun” and she knelt down again. Peg fought even harder against the cuffs but then came felt the full assault of all Katrina’s fingers descending on her nyloned soles   “HA HA HA MMFFTTT MMWAMMMWAY!!!!!” Peg had been dreading this ever since Katrina had first tickled her as she was very ticklish on her feet, even more so in nylons and Katrina’s sharp nails were quickly finding her most ticklish spots “Tickle, tickle Peg! How does it feel knowing that I’m going to keep doing this for as long as I want?” Peg could only keep laughing in response to the question, she also began to worry just how long Katrina would keep this up as she had hoped that Katrina would leave once she got the safe open but now that was done, who knew what she had planned?   Katrina finally stopped and walked over to Peg’s crimson face, she gently peeled off the tape and wiped some tears from her cheeks “Ha ha, please.... you got what you wanted....just leave.....” Peg managed to say in between deep breaths. However Katrina just picked up a small rotating fan from the nightstand and put it on the floor near Peg’s feet then plugged it in. Peg then felt Katrina rip open the nylons on both her feet “HEY!” she shouted out but quickly began laughing again as Katrina began tickling her now bare right sole with both hands, she had also positioned the fan at her left foot and switched it on, soon it started moving from side to side and the cool air was tickling against her sensitive bare skin. To make things even worse the fan had several small ribbons attached to it which were also lightly grazing against her soft sole. “HA HA HA HA! OH NOOOO!!!! MEEERRRCYYY!!!!!!” Peg begged once more as the tickling combo continued assaulting both her helpless feet! Katrina even poured a few drops of baby oil onto her left foot to increase the tickling sensation of the ribbons   While the fan and ribbons continued to tickle away Katrina leaned closer to her right foot “Mmmm your soles are so ticklish! I wonder how they taste?” then proceeded to run her tongue along Peg’s right arch making her scream out “HA HA HA WHHYYYY!!!????” was also she could say between bouts of laughter as her rough, sandpaper like tongue kept licking away “HA HA HA SOOOMMEEEOOONNEEEE HEEELLLPPPP MEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Peg had been totally broken by this point. The only thing she cared about was to stop being tickled but Katrina kept up the torture as she brought back her claws to Peg’s helpless foot where the tickling was made worse by her adding a generous amount of baby oil which drove Peg to despair.   Finally after a further 20 minutes Katrina finally stopped much to Peg’s relief, Peg just laid on the bed in complete exhaustion and remained as quiet as possible out of fear of any more tickling while Katrina switched off the fan and put the safe’s contents in her backpack. She then pulled out a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, slipping out of her black clothes she quickly got changed but kept her domino mask on. “Well Peg I gotta go but it’s been fun!” she said. Peg meanwhile was totally sapped of all energy and her throat was sore from all the laughter “But.... you’re gonna untie me now....right? You can’t just leave me here like this! No-one’s gonna be home until Sunday!” she cried “Oh don’t worry you’ll be fine, once I get far enough away I’ll call the cops from a payphone saying I heard a disturbance at this address. They’ll come investigate, find you here and release you” She put her backpack full of spoils by the door and walked over to the dresser where she placed a small silver key “Look I’m even leaving you the key to those cuffs for the cops to find” Peg pulled meekly at the restraints “No please don’t, just let me out now ok?”   “Sorry Peg no can do, but if it makes you feel better you’re not the first gal I’ve done this to and certainly you won’t be the last either” she walked over to the side of the bed carrying something behind her back “Now there’s one last thing” Katrina said as she showed Peg a thick white strip of cloth in her hands which she placed over Peg’s eyes before tying it off behind her head in one seamless motion “HEY WHAT THE?” Peg cried as she tried shaking her head to get the blindfold off but it was too well tied “Well I’m gonna take my mask off now silly, I can’t exactly walk out the door wearing it without raising suspicion and I can’t let you see my real face or you’ll tell the cops what I look like” “Please don’t! I swear I won’t look! This isn’t fair!” she begged as she heard Katrina walk away from her   “HEY I’M TALKING TO YOU! I SAID YOU CAN’T DO THIS! WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE I’M GONNA....HA HA HA HA!” Peg’s talk of revenge was quickly interrupted by Katrina running her fingers across her right foot “Now now” she purred “If you don’t behave I’ll gag you as well!” not wanting to be gagged again Peg shut her mouth and slumped back into the bed in defeat. Katrina double checked the bonds then called out “Gotta run Peg but it was fun, let’s try it again sometime! Kiss kiss!” and then she was gone. Peg heard the bedroom door close then her footsteps going down the stairs followed by the front door opening and closing. Then the sound of an engine starting up, recognising the sound she realised it was her car! She struggled against the cuffs again but it was useless “DAMN IT!” she screamed “IF I EVER CATCH HER SHE’S GOING TO PAY!!!!!”   Meanwhile next door Max Goof was sitting in his room playing video games with his headphones on. He had arrived back home from college for a surprise weekend visit for his dad Goofy’s birthday an hour after Peg’s troubles had started and was killing time until his Dad got home from work, due to the headphones he had not heard any of Peg’s ordeal or screams for help. Finally getting a “Game Over” in his game Max turned off the computer and removed the headphones. He wished his best friend & neighbour P.J. was around so they could hang out but he was still at college. “That reminds me, I better see Pete & Peg at some point in case they want me to take anything back to college for PJ” he thought to himself. Staring out the window onto the street he suddenly noticed something outside as a stunning feline with long blonde hair and dark green eyes walked out of PJ’s front door wearing a white top with jeans and a large backpack. At first she thought PJ’s family might have gotten a lodger or something but then he saw her get into Peg’s car and drove off “What the heck?!” Max shouted, “Oh no! She must have been robbed PJ’s place!” quickly grabbing a nearby baseball bat he ran downstairs and found the spare key for his neighbours house then ran out to their front door, he quietly opened it and entered to see if anyone was in trouble. All seemed normal but he didn’t call out in case there were any more thieves still inside, hearing a noise from upstairs followed by a weak call for help he slowly made his way to the top of the stairs and followed the voice to Peg & Pete’s bedroom. With his baseball bat at the ready Max slowly opened the door.... and couldn’t believe his eyes!   There lying on the bed, bound and blindfolded was Peg Pete, he had to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming! Having heard the door open Peg slowly lifted her head from the pillow and cried out “Hello? Who’s there? Please help me! Some crazy woman tied me up and robbed me!” Max checked no-one else was in the room and entered slowly, he hadn’t seen Peg for a couple of years and took notice of how amazing Peg still looked after all this time. Then his eyes gazed at her bare feet, he had often fantasised about them growing up, his room overlooked his neighbours garden so he had seen her many times sunbathing on a deck chair or towel during the summer wearing only a tiny stripped bikini and he loved it most when she would lie on her stomach with her amazing looking bare soles pointed directly at his house, so near and yet so far! He was never able to study when she was there as he would spend hours just staring at her lovely body and imagining scenarios of tying her up in different positions and tickling her without mercy, he had always wondered if she actually was ticklish but had never been able to find out. Max was also amazed that her feet still looked as good as they did all those years ago due to her love of frequent pedicures. He then noticed the key on the dresser and put his bat down on the floor   “That must be for those cuffs! I better get her out” he thought to himself as he grabbed the key before stopping, “Although......” he continued while still staring at her restrained body “This really is a once in a lifetime opportunity!” his heart started racing as he returned the key to the dresser then kneeled down by the foot of the bed “I’ve got to do this or I’ll never forgive myself!” “H-hello?” Peg called out again to no answer, maybe she had imagined hearing someone open the door she thought to herself, where were those cops anyway! She tried once more at pulling the cuffs again but still no luck. “I wish she hadn’t blindfolded me though!” she thought angrily to herself. Then she pulled her foot back with a jerk as she felt something quickly brush against her sole “Ha! Hey! WHOS THERE?!” she demanded as Max begin running his fingers up and down both her arches “HA HA NOOOOOO! NOOOOOOTTT AGGGGAAAIIIIINNNN!!!!!!” Peg pleaded to the unknown tickler but no response came “PLLLLEEAAASSSEEE NOOOOO MOOOORREEE!!!! IIII’VVVEEEE BEEEEENN TIIIIICKKLLLLEEEEDDD TOOOO MUUUUUCHHHH!!!!!!!”   While Peg found herself in hell Max was in heaven as he indulged his lifelong fantasy of tickling every inch of her bare feet, he was ecstatic that her feet were even more ticklish then he had ever dreamed of as they practically danced for him and his nimble fingers. He started first with tickling her arches then held back her toes and tickled away there, at one point he even picked up the discarded hairbrush and dragged it lazily across one foot while his fingers tickled the other one! The whole thing was set to the symphony of Peg’s wonderful laughter and he wished this would never have to end, his only regret was that he had left his phone at home so he couldn’t film the spectacle for a memento but there was no way he was going to stop now to go back and get it. After 10 minutes of tickling he stopped and Peg tried again to beg him to let her go through her constant laughter.   While Peg was desperately begging for mercy Max decided to do something else he had long fantasised about. He sat down on the corner of the bed and gently put Peg’s right foot in an arm lock then grabbed the arch of her foot to hold it still. He leaned in towards her toes as he poked out his tongue, he had always wanted to worship as well as tickle them and he wasn’t going to miss this chance. Sensing something bad was about to happen Peg had begun wiggling her toes about wildly but soon enough he had his tongue running in between her toes causing bursts of laughter “HA HA HA HA OH NOOOOHAHAHAHAAA STTOOOOPP!!!!!!!” she pleaded even though she knew she would be ignored. He then released her ankle and returned to the floor where he quickly started kissing various spots along her arch. Peg found that unlike Katrina’s lickle torture earlier this felt somehow...nicer.... she was amazed how this new person was being far more attentive rather than torturous, she was surprised to find that it actually felt.....good! She let out a gasp of shock as she felt him wrap his tongue around her big toe and pop it in his mouth where he lightly nibbled on it “Ohhhhh” she moaned quietly as he released it and kissed around it once more. Peg shut her eyes and for a few seconds almost forgot she was tied down in her home and had been tickled mercilessly  by two strangers today!   Seeing Peg was clearly enjoying this attention Max thought of something else to do. He moved back away from her foot and grabbed Katrina’s discarded bottle of baby oil then poured some into his hands, unaware of what Max was planning now Peg began calling out to the silence to see if he was still there just as his oiled up hands were getting closer and closer to her unsuspecting sole! She gasped as he started to gently caress her delicate left foot in his strong hands and slowly began massaging it starting with the ball of her foot, along with sneaking in the occasional few tickles as well. He could tell she enjoyed this to as her demeanour had now completely changed from non-stop laughing and begging of earlier to repeated sighs of pleasure. He also noticed her bite her lower lip more than once and she let out a soft moan when he turned his attention to her other foot and began massaging it. After 5 minutes of this she actually hoped to herself that the stranger might keep this up for a long while more!   Once the massage was over Max started thinking what to do next when he suddenly heard a noise in the distance - police sirens!  “Damn!” He thought “Someone must have called the cops!” He quickly jumped up, hearing the sirens getting closer he darted out the room, ran down the stairs and out the back door into the backyard then jumped the fence to land in his own back yard, once inside his own house he then got back to his own room and carefully peered out the front window from behind the blinds just in time to see a patrol car stop outside Peg’s house and some officers get out “Made it!” He thought to himself with glee “Oh man I’m so glad I came home this weekend!” He said aloud as he clapped his hands together and happily crashed down on his bed, “That was amazing! And if anyone asks if I heard anything I just tell them I was sitting here the whole time with my headphones on or that I was asleep! Talk about the perfect crime!”    The next morning Max was sitting on the living room couch in a shirt and sweatpants while watching TV and eating a bowl of cereal. Hearing the doorbell ring he got up and opened the door, and was surprised to find Peg standing there holding a purple gift bag “....Oh hi Mrs Pete!” he blurted out in surprise after the initial shock had passed “Max! Good to see you!” she said as she gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek! “And I told you before to call me Peg remember? My, Look how handsome you've gotten, I bet you’re a real heartbreaker on campus!” Max blushed at this as he let Peg in the house and they both sat down on the couch “Is your father in?” She asked “Oh no, he had to go into work last minute to cover someone who's caught the flu, he'll be back tonight and I'm taking him out to a fancy restaurant for his birthday” “Oh that’s sweet of you Max” “Hey, are you ok? I heard from Dad about that burglar, must have been scary!” he then asked “Yes it was but I’m ok thanks, after the cops freed me I called Pete and told him not to rush home as I’m fine and our insurance will cover the stolen items” She crossed her legs and continued “To be honest the second guy was more interesting”   “Oh really a second one?” Max said while feigning ignorance, “Dad didn’t mention a second burglar”  “Yes,” Peg said as she began dangling her shoe from her right foot, “Well he wasn’t a burglar like that other one you see, after she had left some other person got into the house and also tickled me while I was tied up” Max tried his best to keep focused on Peg’s face and not the dangling shoe but his eyes kept involuntarily darting back to them! “But I didn’t tell anyone, not even the police about my mystery man” “Gee it’s too bad I wasn’t home when it happened or I could have helped you” “Oh that’s ok Max, I appreciate that”, she leaned over and lightly touched his knee supportively “But whoever it was didn’t actually hurt me or steal anything and as strange as it sounds it was actually kind of enjoyable so I decided not to get whoever it was in any trouble” she paused for a second then continued “Anyway after that experience yesterday I decided to spend today treating myself”, she lifted her toes up making her shoe drop to the floor, Max almost had a panic attack when she then propped her tan RHT nyloned foot right on the coffee table just inches away from him!   “See I bought myself a few new pairs of sheer RHT nylons in a few different colors to replace the ones that got ripped up”, she flexed her foot and spread her toes apart as the silky nylons shone in the light. Max fought hard not to stare “What do you think?” She said coyly, he looked down fully at her perfect foot in the silken fabric “They look nice” He let out with a squeak in his voice  “Thank you, plus I also went and got myself a nice full body massage followed by a nice long pedicure, see?” she scrunched her toes together and pointed them towards Max to let him see the captivating deep burgundy shade on her nails “Like them?”  “Oh yes very nice!” He repeated, as he felt his brain going into meltdown “Thank you, of course the only downside to having massages and pedicures done is that they make my feet even more ticklish than they normally are, but that’s the price of beauty right?” on hearing this Max gripped the spoon in his hand so hard that he almost snapped it in half! Peg continued, “Plus in these super soft sheer nylons I’m even more ticklish!” Max almost fainted at hearing this, did she know? Did she suspect him? He began to worry a little   “Well I have to be getting home.” She then said as she pulled her foot off the table and put her shoe back on then got up to leave, as they got to the front door she turned back to Max “I’m a little scared Max, you’ll be around all day if I need help right?” “Oh, of course” he said “I’m not going anywhere” “Great! That reminds me, you still have the spare key to my house here right, in case of any emergencies?” “Uh.... Yes!” Max said while taking a few moments to pretend like he had to think of the answer  “Great, well tell your dad I said hi. If he wants to visit after work he can, otherwise I’m going to be in that house all by myself today” she kissed him on the cheek again then hugged him again, as her mouth was against his ear she then practically purred “See you around!” She gave him a wink then walked out the door closing it behind her   Once Peg was gone Max crashed down on the sofa, he felt exhausted and started trying to work out if she had guessed it he was her mystery visitor, then he noticed that Peg had left her pink gift bag on the floor by the couch, checking inside it he found several packs of her new sheer nylons in varying colors along with a bottle of perfume called "See you later" and one of her work businesses cards. Max thought long and hard about the situation, did she know? Was this a trap to catch him out? Was she just being friendly after not seeing him for so long? He finally decided it was worth going back to the house to investigate, after all he could always lie and say his was returning her bag if he was wrong.   After holding back for 5 minutes Max then got the spare key, went out the back door and jumped the fence between their houses. Letting himself into the house he checked the ground floor and found no-one so he cautiously climbed the stairs where he noticed Peg’s bedroom door was ajar.  Max took a deep breath and slowly opened it fully. Once again he was greeted by the sight of Peg lying spread-eagled on her bed with a blindfold on and thick handcuffs at her wrists and ankles holding her in place. “I wonder if she just bought those or always had them!” he thought to himself. Peg was wearing a black figure hugging nylon teddy over matching silk underwear, black sheer RHT stockings with suspenders. On the bedside table was the handcuff key along with a ball gag, several types of hair brushes, an electric toothbrush, some feathers, a few q tips & a deluxe bottle of baby oil.   Peg looked up towards the noise of the door creaking opening and Max froze in place, sensing his fear Peg smiled towards him and called out in a gentle manner “Took you long enough to get here mystery man, hopefully we can have some more laughs and fun this time without the police interrupting us!” She then seductively wiggled her nylon encased toes around at him, and simply said, “Well....what are you waiting for?” Max didn’t need to be told twice!   THE END

Chapter 11 - Thigh Highs

“Dario?” Sayuri asked.  He had his back turned toward the door she entered. Looking over his shoulder he stops. She wore an oversized sweater and black thigh high socks. The sweater went past her knees but didn’t block his view for the thigh high socks. He blushes a little seeing her.  “What’s this for?”  “Just wanting to see your reaction.” She giggles.  “It definitely got a reaction out of me.” He nubs the back of his neck and chuckles nervously,” You look amazing.”  “Thank you.” She smiles,” Want to see something else?”  “What did you have in mind?”  Sayuri grabs the end of the sweater and pulls it up to give him a sneak peak of what she had on. Underneath the big sweater was a garter belt that held the socks up. Along with a new g-string Dario hadn’t seen before. His face went really red from blushing.  “Oh I wasn’t expecting that….” Dario adds,” Is there more?”  “Maybe you’ll just have to come over here and find out.” Sayuri puts her shirt down and teases him. Dario stands and walks over to her. Sayuri takes his hands and pulls him close. Gently kissing her lips, Dario’s hands wander down her body. Pulling the sweater up a little to see what she was hiding. Taking a peek, Dario could see she also had a new bralette. Wanting to see it more, Dario takes her sweater off.  Sayuri helps as he undresses her. Her scales were caughting the bright lights in the room. Making her shine and have a goddess-like glow. Dario kisses her neck and goes down slowly. Wrapping her arms around him to keep Dario close. Playing with his hair and enjoying his pleasure.  “Do you want to go all the way today?” Sayuri whispered.  “I’m guessing you want to, based on the way you dressed and stuff.” Dario kisses her more. “Maybe a little~” She giggles. Her hands go down his body and smiles. He smirks knowing this was her plan from the start but didn’t mind. Too far into it now, Dario picks her up and brings her into their room. Setting her down on the bed. Sayuri giggles as she knows his idea for her.  “Are you going to finish me off?” She asked softly. “Yes, so get ready.” Dario smirks as he sat her down.  Sayuri blushes and prepares herself. It had been a while since he showed this much dominance. This got her very excited about what he had planned. Sayuri watched as Dario reached over to their small side table and opened the bottom drawer. Picking up a few things and setting them on the bed. Picking out two things, Sayuri got more excited. Next to her, Dario placed a ball gag and rope. Having an idea on what he was planning, Sayuri lays down and opens her legs. Putting her arms over her head. Dario smiles as he leans over her and kisses her lips deeply. Sayuri pulls him close and unbuttons his shirt and gazes at his body from time to time.  Taking this as her wanting more, Dario pulls his lips away. Taking her hands and tying them to the bed frame. Kissing down her arms to her chest. Sayuri wraps her legs around Dario’s waist, gently moving her body against him. Getting the idea, Dario smirks and unbuttons his pants. Pulling them down slightly to relive his dick. Already slightly hard, Dario starts rubbing it out. Watching, Sayuri wanted to help.  “Untie one of my hands please.” She asked.  Dario does and doesn’t regret it. She went right to go hard on rubbing him. Ways of enjoyment and pleasure went through his body. Taking the chance, Dario grabs the ball gag and puts it in Sayuri’s mouth. Enjoying it, she lays back and watches as Dario slides into her. Being gentle at first, Dario ties her hand back.  It didn’t take long for Dario to go harder, causing Sayuri to moan. Going as fast as he could, he cums inside her. Making Sayuri’s body go into an orgasm. Soon both of them were overwhelmed with lust for each other.  Slowing down, Dario takes a few deep breaths as they calm down. Untying Sayuri, they held onto each other tightly. Her body was shaking a bit overwhelmed with the lust and love.  “How are you feeling my love?” Dario asked.  “Amazing.” Her voice was slightly shaky,” I love you.”  “I love you too.” Dario kisses her cheek,” These were your best idea yet.”  He rubs her legs where the thigh highs were. Making Sayuri giggle and smile,” Should I wear them more often?” “Only if you want to.”

Chapter 5 - A Quick Time

Sayuri sits on the foot of the bed. She watches as Dario pulls her shorts and panties off. Sitting in front of her, he rubs her thighs and smirks. He gently opens her legs more and leans in. Dario begins to lick her. Sayuri leans back a bit and lets out a small breath. Smirking, Dario gently bites her as well. She pulls him close. Dario uses his fingers to open her area more. Gently putting his tongue in. Sayuri clenches a little. He takes one of her hands. She gently squeezes his hand letting out small noises.  "How are you enjoying it my love?" Dario asked.  "Very well." She smiles.  Dario pulls her closer and puts his tongue in deeper. Putting her legs on his shoulders and smiles. Sayuri moans lowly as he kisses her. Grabbing anything she could to help. Seeing her reaction, Dario goes deeper into her pussy. One of his hands went up her body.  “Dario~” Sayuri was out of breath already.  “Yes?” He looks up to see her bright red in the face.  “More please~”  He takes one of her hands and kisses it,” Should I get the toys?”  “Yes please.”  He stands and kisses her hand again,” I’ll be right back.”  “Don’t be long.”  Sayuri lays back and waits for him. Taking deep breaths as she waited for him to return. Once he returned with her favorite toys and set them next to her. Sayuri looks at him and smiles,” Which one are you going to use?”  Dario smirks as he plugs in the vibrating wand. Turning it up to level 5 right away and placing it on her. Right away, Sayuri moans loudly and her eyes cross. Dario leans in and kisses her lips passionately. She kisses him back and grabs his suit to bring him closer.  He turns the wand up and rubs it against her pussy. Slowly getting her wet and ready. Sayuri moans loudly and her back arches as they continue. Turning the wand up more to the max setting. With her pussy slowly getting soaked, Dario got himself ready.  “Do you want to hold the wand for a second?” Dario whispers.  “Can I hold your wand?” Sayuri flirts and giggles.  “You can in a second.” Dario kisses her cheek and pulls his pants off. Her eyes went right to his dick and wanted to have it inside her. He was slightly hard already. Taking one of her hands and putting it on him. Sayuri went right to rubbing him with no hesitation. Dario’s knees become weak as Sayuri goes all out on him.  Once ready, Dario could feel he was about to cum and Sayuri could as well. Dario gently puts his dick in her and starts to bound her. She moves with him as they go faster. Her pussy becomes filled with his cum as they go faster and harder. Letting out a loud moan as Sayuri climaxes and pulls him close. Dario holds her close as they slow down.   “How is my beautiful dragon?” Dario asked. “Amazing.” She nuzzles and takes deep breaths.  “Want to take a bath?”  “Yes please.”

Chapter 12 - A Birthday Suprise

Dario kisses her cheek and smiles," I have a surprise for the birthday girl."  “You didn’t have to.” She always became shy when it came to her birthday. Dario always spoiled her and it made her flustered.  “You know the tradition of birthday spankings?” Dario smirks. Sayuri became very red from blushing as she nodded. Knowing what he had in mind made her happy.  “Can I have them now?” She takes his hand and smiles.  “I can do that.” He kisses her hand,” Do you want the paddle or my hand?”  “Both please since I’m turning 24 it’ll be an even number.”  “I can do that.”  He takes her hand and kisses it. Sayuri giggled and was bright red from blushing. Pushing her hair out of her face and smiles.  “Are you ready?” He smiles and  Sayuri bends over Dario’s knee and pulls down her pants. She holds onto the bed sheets ready for her pleasure. Dario sets down a paddle next to him as he was going to start with his hand. Gently he rubs her ass before starting.  “How hard do you want me to start?” Dario asked.  “Do whatever you want. You know I’m going to enjoy it no matter what.” Sayuri looks over her shoulder at him. Dario warms his hand up with his powers. Starting off a bit soft but giving her a good smack.  Sayuri lets out a small sigh as she enjoys it. It didn't take long for her to get very turned on by it. Only getting to spanking 7 and Sayuri was already moaning. She held onto the sheets tightly. On the 8th spank, Dario takes a break as his hand was slightly tingling. Rubbing her back as they talk," You're enjoying this a lot."  "Is that a bad thing?" Sayuri giggles.  "No, I'm glad you're enjoying your gift."  Dario takes her hand and kisses it. She smiles and relaxes a little.  “Ready to continue? You have 17 to go.”  “I’m ready, if you are.”  She wiggles her ass a little to entice him. With a little giggle she looks over her shoulder at him with a big grin. He grins himself and leans into her ear.  “You’re a naughty girl, good thing I’m punishing you.” "You should punish me more."  With a big grin on his face Dario debated if he should go with the paddle or continue with his hand. He reaches over and takes the paddle. Putting it in his left hand, he gently puts it against her ass. Running it up slowly up her ass, sending a chill up her spine. She grabs his pant leg and pulls on it. Letting out a small sound as he does this.  Dario gently slaps her at first. Making her pull on his pants more and letting out a few sounds. Taking a few deep breaths in between spanking helped. With only a couple left, Sayuri looks over her shoulder one last time,” Could you go as hard as you can for the last two?”  “Are you sure?” Dario asked.  “Yes.”  "You can stop me anytime."  "Go ahead."  A little reluctant, Dario takes a deep breath. Taking the paddle, he holds it tightly. Before he gives her the last spankings, Dario kisses the back of her neck. He whispers," Happy birthday my love."  Putting a lot of his strength into the last two spankings, Sayuri couldn't handle it. She let's out a loud moan and holds onto Dario's leg. The pleasure goes through her body all at once.  "I love you." Sayuri says softly. She was a little weak from the pleasure. Dario holds her close and kisses her anywhere he could.  "I love you too."

Chapter 0 - Too Much Naga Porn

Jaden can’t get some porn he saw out of his mind. Any other day this wouldn’t be a problem, but today it’s the sort of thing that will transform his life forever. Too Much Naga Porn by Zmeydros (Edited by Tiliquain and Secretskunk) "Look! It's always-tardy Jay Jay! So glad we had the opportunity to wait for you." Gill had his scrawny arms draped over the railing of the boardwalk. A mishmash of magic and programmable LED lanterns ran through random parts of the spectrum making the boardwalk a tacky shade of psychedelic. I surveyed my friend's frowns while feeling like a screw-up. Brady was in his usual trench coat and black t-shirt. How he wore the thing in eighty degree weather was beyond me. Muriel's black curls were held back by a purple ribbon and her curvy body was hidden by an ill-fitting yellow blouse and baggy black shorts. Gill's flip-flops clashed with his death metal t-shirt and studded kilt, but if his boyfriend liked him that way, I wasn't going to complain. When Gill stood up and crossed his arms, I decided I'd been silent long enough. "I-uh forgot my--it doesn't matter. What are we doing?" Brady put put a long arm over my shoulder and pulled me against his side, "Yeah Gill, what are we doing?" As he let go of me, Gill said, "Have you noticed that we're the only juniors without augments?" Muriel glared at Gill as she pulled her spell-weaving knuckles out of her purse. "If I find out I skipped Magecraft 3601 for something that isn't, what did you call it? 'Highly urgent,' I'm going to throw you right into the surf." "But it is highl--AAAAHHH!" Gill went flying over the boardwalk's railing and into the ocean. Muriel let go of the magic threads she'd just pulled and made a show of brushing off her hands as if she'd just won a prize fight with a single punch. I shook my head. She was only slowing down whatever plans Gill had. She wasn't going to leave, none of us were. "I'll get him," I offered. Brady shrugged while Muriel just looked away. Pulling my hooked spell knuckles out of my back pockets, I pulled at the air stirring up the fabric of the magic around me. Purple light flashed out from the sharp points on the knuckles and I tossed the threads I gathered over toward Gill who was just getting to shore. Lifting him up, I spun him while wringing the water and salt out of his clothes and hair. I set him firmly down on the boardwalk. "Thanks, Jay Jay!" He bowed theatrically. "Ugh, Gill, Just spill the beans already. I don't want to have to fish you out again," I said. Muriel grabbed some magic with her spell knuckles and set her jaw while looking at Gill. Gill held up his hands, "Whoa, whoa! Come on, it's not like you're in danger of getting bad grades, Mu." "Don't call me Mu!" she snapped back. "Let me guess, we're gonna go get augments," Brady said in a disinterested monotone. Snapping his fingers, Gill said, "You got it! There's this place on the boardwalk that does good work. My boyfriend's sister works there and got us a discount." "But why did it have to be today?" I asked. "I asked her to call me when they were having a really slow day so we could all go in at the same time," Gill said. Muriel's arms fell to her sides. "That's actually...really thoughtful." "Yeah?" Gill's chest puffed with pride. "Yeah! I thought we'd be nervous and stuff going in alone," "So, what are you guys getting?" Brady asked. I pretended to be distracted by the pinks and oranges of the sunset. The less I said, the better. Muriel said, "I'm gonna get horse ears, they're cute and functional!" "I'm gonna get a prehensile lizard tail so I can hold onto railings," Gill said. We all laughed. Muriel said, "Seriously? You'd have to get all your pants modified." The moment she said it, I started thinking about having a scaly tail of my own while trying very hard to not think about the porn I'd been obsessed with for the last month. A tail that big was overkill! "Or I could just buy more kilts and only need special boxers. Like the ones I'm wearing today," Gill said. "Oh geez, you just had to say it." Muriel looked up at the sky shaking her head. "I see, nothin' like lettin' ocean breeze kiss your arse, is there?" Brady asked in an overdone Scottish accent. Gill blushed. "Soon you'll be lettin' your wee pecker dangle out in the open like a true Scotsman." "Stahp it!" Gill said blushing even deeper. Brady chuckled and then looked at me. "Listen to these two, a tail and a pair of ears? I thought we were the edgy students. I'm gonna tell them I'm going in for wolf ears, but the moment they turn the magic loom on, I'm gonna think about a nice thick horse cock." "You-you can't!" Muriel protested. "Why not? Sure, they'll charge me more, but they're not gonna stop me. They'd risk a lawsuit for messing up my junk. Plus, I wouldn't go so big I couldn't hide it." "No one's gonna think you're cool, dude. They're gonna think you're a huge pervert once word gets 'round," Gill said. "Nah, I'm gonna have a line of women waiting for their ticket to the Brady rodeo." "Eew." Muriel frowned. "You think women just want a big cock?" "No, I think they want horse cock. Think about all the fantasy dildos--" I lost track of their bickering as that stupid porn video finally made it past my defenses. The naga had looked so delighted to be stuffed with that horse augment's cock. I bit my lip. What would being covered in scales feel like? What about having a pussy? No, I had to think about something else. All I'd get is a a scaly tail...no, that would be too risky. What if my mind wandered? Brady tapped me on the shoulder. "Jaden? Hello? What are you gonna get?" "Uh, um, scaly, ears? Like, dragon ears?" I tried not to stammer too much. "You don't sound sure," Gill said. "You need more time to think?" "No. W-we should just go get our augments. It's getting late." More time to think was the last thing I needed. As we walked toward "Pickawick's Augmentation Parlor," Gill fiddled with his phone. A couple minutes later, he said, "Still can't believe you're going to try to trick them like that. They say they only do tails and ears on their website." "Yeah, whatever, places that advertise genital augmentation make you pay through the nose. I figure, if I'm gonna get a hefty discount, I gotta spend it on something that's actually expensive," Brady said. "Well, if you get into trouble or my boyfriend's sister get's angry, I'm go--" "Please stop. If he's that desperate to have a horse dong, we're not gonna talk him out of it," Muriel interjected. "Desperate!?" Brady protested. "And, we're here," Gill said looking at all of us in a way that suggested the conversation needed to be over. Pickawick's Augmentation Parlor was a big converted three-story shingle style house that was roughly square with a hexagonal turret on the corner with the main entrance. The shingles that covered the house were a mixture of brown and grey, like the scales of some old weathered wooden dragon. The wind had picked up and waves were crashing below the boardwalk as we stepped inside. "Hey Liz," Gill said to the woman behind a podium covered in the same shingles the outside of the house was made of. She had white lop rabbit ears with brown and black speckles. Her sharp-featured face looked up from the tablet she'd been staring at causing her ears to flop adorably. "Hey Gill!" She ran from behind the podium and gave him a hug. He hugged back and gave her a couple friendly slaps on the back before releasing her. "How's business?" he asked. "Slow now that the back to school rush is over," she said as she grabbed her tablet off of the podium. "Let's get started before the evening appointments start showing up." She handed the tablet to Gill. "Okay, so, each of you needs to select the type of augment you're getting and then put your credit card in the reader so we can get your payment details sorted." "Oh, so, we pay before we get the augment?" Muriel asked. Liz shook her head. "No, you won't be charged until after we know you're happy with it. This is just insurance against people who try to get more than what was quoted." Gill turned to glare at Brady. Brady shrugged and looked away. After Liz led Gill through all the forms and and boring official statements she had to make on the behalf of her employer, she took the tablet back and said, "Prehensile tails are the best, now, you're sure that you won't mind the learning curve on the fine motor control? You're probably going to break some vases in the first few weeks." "Hilbert said he'd help me keep an eye on it. We read your whole page on tail augments." "Good!" She handed the pad to Muriel and started going through everything with her. While they worked on filling out the forms, I imagined using a tail to reach under the couch to grab things that bounced under there, to open doors when my hands were full of groceries, and to help me fold sheets. Maybe I could trust myself? There were so many practical reasons to have one. It wasn't like I was gonna just go full naga. I started getting an erection just thinking about the word "naga." A couple deep breaths and listening to Liz repeat her little legal speech solved that problem. After I took the tablet from Liz and we went through all the preliminary legal stuff, I asked, "So, umm, what if my mind wanders while I'm getting changed and I start getting the wrong augment?" "Don't worry, we have a technician watching the whole process in case something goes wrong." She put her hand on my shoulder. "On top of that, if you pick whatever you want most, you should be fine." "Whatever I want most?" I asked. "Yep!" she said. "If it's what's going to jump into your mind anyway, why not get it as your first augment?" I stared at the tablet for a moment wondering if I could really trust myself. At first, I put in "dragon ears" to be safe, but she was right, I'd probably start thinking about a tail the moment the process started. "I think I want a prehensile tail, then," I said. "Go for it, Jay Jay, we'll be tail bros!" Gill beamed a smile at me. "Okay!" His excitement was infectious. I changed it to "scaly prehensile tail" and put my credit card in. It was almost five hundred dollars, I wouldn't be going out to eat, or buying video games, for a good while. I handed the tablet to Liz. Brady gave me a slap on the shoulder, "Good on you, man. I knew you didn't just want ears." Muriel scoffed. "Hey! There's nothing wrong with ears!" "Why not get a horse tail to go with them? Brady asked. "I've seen the anime horsegirls you scribble in your margins." "Fine! I will!" Muriel reached for the tablet. Liz tapped the tablet a couple times and handed it to her. "You sure you want one?" It was the first time I'd ever seen Muriel blush. She just nodded shyly and added in her tail as Liz looked at us like she was missing something. That's when I realized that she didn't know Brady was planning to get more than wolf ears. She was in for a big, unpleasant, surprise. I considered warning her, but Brady would have suspected me if I tried to talk to her alone. Plus, I wasn't here to clean up Brady's messes. My knees got weak as I thought about the sort of messes his horse cock would make. No, he probably wasn't going to get one. They'd stop the machine or something. Was it safe to just stop the machine? My thoughts were interrupted by Liz saying, "Okay, Gill, you go to room 101, Muriel's in 202, we've only got two technicians today, but we'll get to you two in a jiff." "Alright," I said taking a seat in the waiting room. Gill waved bye. "See you when I've got a tail!" "It's gonna be awesome!" I replied. Then I looked at Muriel, "I'm so excited for you!" She smiled and waved. It was cute to see her so shy and bubbly. The waiting room had an HDTV on the wall opposite us. Ads for boardwalk attractions were broken up by things Liz had already explained to us. To my right was a big open doorway that led to the rest of the augmentation parlor and to my left was Brady. Past him was the entrance. The walls were covered by rough grey wooden boards that looked like splinter factories. I unlocked my phone and started reading an article about how the incorporation of magic threads could make quantum computers even more feasible. Setting his phone on his knee, Brady said, "You've been really quiet today. Are you okay?" "I'm fine, just distracted is all," I shrugged hoping he'd drop it. "Something bad happen?" "No, no, nothing bad." He crossed his legs and caught his phone before it went tumbling to the floor. "Something good, then?" I blinked. I didn't have an answer to that. Trying to think quickly, I said "Just been watching--" my heart leapt in my chest, "--reading, I mean reading, interesting articles." "What kind?" With that, the herm naga was back in my head. I started sweating and couldn't meet Brady's eyes. "Just, you know, science and stuff." "Uh huh, so that's what we're calling porn now," Brady said. He'd known me too long. I should have kicked him out of my life years ago, when I wasn't so used to him that I forgot I had an option as to whether he was my friend. He was being a bad friend! If only he knew how much I needed him not to be himself right now. "That freaky, huh? You're going to have to send me a link." "S-sure," I said. From the jokes he liked to make, I knew his tastes were far tamer than mine. He'd stayed the same, I'd branched out. I leaned forward to hide my erection as I thought about being covered head to toe in scales with nice round breasts hanging from my chest. Sensing my discomfort, Brady started telling a story about how he accidentally cheated on a quiz in his computer science class. After sharing a few laughs, I was sitting up straight and starting to remember why I was his friend. Muriel walked into the room. When her new horse ears twitched, she made an "EE!" sound and then laughed. She started to say something, but she made the same sound again when her horse tail swished of it's own accord. She said, "Sorry, I'm still not used to, well, you know," she pointed at her auburn-furred ears and tail. Brady said, "Wooooaaaah! They look perfect!" I nodded. "Yeah! You look gorgeous." "I--EE!--am really happy with them," she said. It seemed her ears and tail had a mind of their own. It was adorable and she was smiling so much she was actually showing her teeth. Before that, I didn't know she could even do a smile with teeth. Brady asked, "Did they mod your pants for you?" She nodded. "Yep!" "Give us a little spin," Brady said. She stopped mid-twirl when Gill came into the room. His orange-scaled tail was curled around itself as he looked at it as if he was scared it was going to sneak up on him. "Good, it's behaving itself now. Geez!" He looked up at us. "You guys have to feel this thing, it's like the smoothest thing I've ever felt on top and kinda grippy on the bottom." When Muriel touched his tail, it bent up toward her hand and she said, "It feels like a python." Brady got out of his chair and grabbed Gill's tail about half-way down its three-foot length. "It feels strong." "They said it can support my weight," Gill said. He looked at me. "Come on, touch it. You're about to get one of these." So many feelings welled up in me that I felt numb as I went over to him, but the moment I felt his tail move under my hand, heat rushed to my crotch. My mind thought, "So this is what that naga's tail feels like." I focused my mind on holding my erection at bay. "This is amazing," I blurted out while my pants became tighter and tighter. I had to do something, I couldn't risk everyone seeing I was hard from just touching his tail. I said, "I better use the restroom before I get my augment," and then followed the signs down the hall and to the right. Thankfully, the two restrooms were just rooms and not rooms with stalls. I closed and locked the door. Dropping my pants and grabbing my shaft, I started stroking. I was so hard that it hurt, getting off was now a necessity. The whole time I pumped my fist over my throbbing length, I thought about that damn herm naga and the tactile sensation of Gill's tail. In under thirty seconds, I was leaning on the wall behind the bathroom toilet with one hand and aiming my cock into the bowl with the other while firing my spooge into the water. I had to breathe out with my moans avoid making noises that everyone in the parlor would hear. For a moment, I just stayed like that, an acute sense of relief washing over me. They'd start wondering if I took too long, so I flushed the toilet and strutted bowlegged to the sink so I could wash my hands and the head of my penis. After all that was done, I got back into my pants feeling refreshed. I figured I wasn't gonna think about porn for a good while after cumming that hard. Brady was gone when I got back to the waiting room. Both Gill and Muriel were trying to figure out comfortable sitting positions now that they had tails. Before I could ask them how they were doing, someone behind me said, "Jaden?" I turned around and said, "Yes?" A buff guy with pink cat ears and tail said, "Good, I'm Larry and I'll be seeing to your augmentation." I was led upstairs to a well-lit room with a bar hanging from a chain hoist in the ceiling Hanging from the bar were cuffs for holding people up by the arms and dangling lower was a simple backless seat. The room was not rustic like the rest of the building, it looked like a posh modern clinic room, which was reassuring. "We have the latest augmentation loom from Augweave." Larry pointed at a three-foot-tall column affixed to the wall which had been encrusted with hundreds of tiny ball joints, each with its own tiny tiny trident sticking out of it.  To me, magic looms always looked like a giant hair roller that had centipede legs affixed to it instead of plastic tines. After using alcohol wipes to wipe down the chair and the cuffs, Larry washed his hands thoroughly. Then he grabbed a gown and what looked like an orange shopping bag from a shelf near the door. Handing them to me, he said, "You're tail's gonna need room to grow. Put all your stuff in this bag. Our textile mage will adjust your pants while you're getting your tail. Any questions?" I had so many questions that they all jammed up inside my head. What would it feel like? How long would it take? And what was a textile mage? Were they like magic tailors? I'd heard of them before, but never really thought about it. He stood there trying to hide that he was tapping his foot until I asked, "How long will it take?" "The augmentation will be done in ten minutes. These new looms are very fast and accurate." He looked at his watch, "Ready to get changed?" Right, there were evening appointments, I decided not to bother him anymore and nodded. "I'll step out until you give me a holler." He left the room. After changing into the gown and putting all my stuff in the orange bag, I said, "You can come back in now." He walked over to the hanging chair with the open back and used a dangling remote to adjust its height. "Don't sit on your gown, we need your bare skin to be facing the loom. Buckle in and then raise your hands above your head." "Why do my hands need to be restrained?" I asked as I got in the chair "Safety. Regulations say hands must be kept out of the main magic flow. Some people get the idea they should weave magic while the loom's running. It's a very bad idea." "Oh." I didn't want to ask what sort of messed up stuff caused that regulation. Instead, I put my hands up to the cuffs and he affixed them around my wrists. The cool air of the room was giving my ass goosebumps. He then held a rectangle, with a big red button on it, in front of me. Which hand is your dominant hand?" "My right, why? Do you need me to launch a rocket?" He laughed. "No, this is an emergency stop. You can hit it at any time and stop the process. A tap will tell the machine to stop at the next safe position, usually a couple seconds after the button is pressed. A hard sustained press will shut the machine down ASAP. Only use the hard press if you're in danger or in acute pain." He pulled on a beige elastic strap on the back of the TV-remote-like box and put it around my right hand so I could easily reach the button with my thumb and wouldn't drop it. After that, he pulled what looked like a dental x-ray machine along its track in the ceiling. It had the same logo on it that the loom had. He moved the x-ray-like part they usually point at your teeth so that it was pointing at my head. It was like six inches away. Before I could ask what it was, he said, "This is the thought probe. It grabs onto your mental image so the loom can translate it into reality." "Cool!" He closed the door to my right before sitting down at the desk which was further right. I felt exposed with my butt clearly in his purview and I had to turn my head quite a bit to even look at him. He had a screen off to his left that he could check while the process was going on. "Okay, tap the safety button." I did so. "Good, now give me a hard press." When I pressed it hard, I felt a click from inside the wired remote thing. "Good, okay, now think about the tail you want." I closed my eyes and imagined myself with a scaly tail. Did I want it to be red? Blue? Green? Maybe blue-green? "I'm getting a lot of different colors here, you can go multicolored, but this looks like random flashes," he said. "Sorry." I settled on a blue tail with light yellow under scales. "Okay, got a good clear image. Do you want the monitor on or off?" he asked. "Some people find it distracting. The machine will beep if it loses track of your mental image. You can just close your eyes and get it back if that happens. Some people find it easier to use the live feed to guide their visualization." "I'm fine with it on," I said. The HDTV on the wall in front of me turned on. The screen was split in half. On the right, were two boxes. The top one said, "Progress" and the one under it was a live feed of the loom. The left side of the screen was a live view of me from the side. "Alright! Last question, do you want me to monitor your mental image during the procedure or would you like privacy?" Oh how I wished I could have asked for his help, but I couldn't guarantee that I wouldn't think about something I didn't want him to see while this was happening. Plus, I could hit the stop button if I knew my mental image was going the wrong way. "Privacy please." Larry clicked on something with his mouse and then cracked his knuckles. "You ready to start?" "Yep." I gulped. In ten minutes, I was gonna have a tail! I couldn't believe it. "Three, two, one, go!" He hit the enter key with flair. The loom spun faster and faster until I could hear the tiny tridents whistling through the air. Yellow magic threads started tangling themselves around it turning white hot. Then thousands of them attached to my buttocks one after another. I started to feel warmth rush into me as a lump formed on my tailbone. A tugging sensation made me squirm a bit, but then it felt like someone was sensuously rubbing deep into my skin. That's when I started getting hard. "Is it supposed to feel this...good?" "Oh? What does it feel like?" He asked. I blushed bright red. He chuckled. "You're lucky, some people itch, some people feel like they're getting a deep massage, and others, like you, feel an even deeper pleasure. Don't worry and just relax, I've seen it all before." I bit my lip to stop from moaning as my tail started adding inches to its length. My shaft hardened to the point it was making a little throbbing hill in the crotch of my gown. I'd just gotten off, what was the deal? My thumb rubbed the stop button as I considered stopping it and claiming I suddenly had to go to the bathroom. But it felt too good! My tail was over a foot long now and my nipples were tingling in a way I'd never felt. That's when I started thinking about having nice scaly breasts. No! I had to focus on the tail! I could feel sparks in my mind, tingles that corresponded to the new nerves in my tail. I could feel a slight breeze across my scales. One side of my tail was a bit cooler than the other. I closed my eyes to bask in the sensation. There were clicks inside my tail as each extra vertebra was added, there was a tugging as it was pulled farther out from me, then there was a ripple as muscles got added, and a sensuous rubbing as scales formed on the surface. I nearly jumped out of the chair when I heard someone yell, "Larry help! We're going off the rails down here!" "Fuck!" Larry hopped out of his chair and ran out the door saying, "Tap the button and I'll get you re-started when I come back." It was a simple command. I put my thumb on the button and...nothing. My tail was almost done, what harm could it do to just let it finish? Finish? It was going to be over. Already? But it felt so good! I imagined my tail longer to keep the process going. I stared at the monitor as my pre formed a wet spot on the gown. Three and a half feet, four feet, five feet, the base thickened taking up more of my ass. Seeing my tail that long and beautiful, feeling its new muscles move under its smooth scaly skin, brought that herm naga back into my mind. I put my thumb on the button and was about to press it when I got an idea. Going full naga would be a very bad idea, but I needed to change more. I felt like it was going somewhere, somewhere more pleasurable than I'd ever been. This need sparked an idea. Larry wasn't going to watch me change back into my clothes, so he wouldn't notice if I gave myself small breasts. My nipples tingled madly just thinking about it. Yes! I needed breasts! I imagined small, concealable, ones on my chest. A fierce blush appeared on my cheeks as my nipples swelled in size, magic threads were now looping around to my front. Adrenaline coursed through me as I made my breasts a bit larger wondering how big could I make them without being caught. My feet were shaking from the sensation of my scaly flesh expanding. When nipples collided with the front of the gown, a sharp tickle of pleasure put me right at the edge of orgasm. My shaft jerked as if it was going to deliver its load, but nothing came out. Laughter escaped my lips as I realized I was going to get away with it. All I had to do was just press that button. No! I pulled my thumb away. The biggest orgasm of my life was waiting for me and there was one more thing I needed to change. Something I'd wanted ever since I started watching herm porn. Getting a scaly snatch would feel better than any of the other changes. Larry would have to be a real perv to look behind my balls, after all. The only image of a pussy I could call up on such short notice was from the naga in the video. First, I felt a tension in my tailbone, but I forgot about it when the magic reached for my taint. I saw stars. It felt like someone had grabbed a bolt of lightning made of orgasms and jammed it into my prostate. My jizz made a mess on the underside of the gown as my new opening was crafted. The base of my tail thickened to cover my entire back end, like a lizard tail. I wasn't making noise because I couldn't breathe. I was caught in a long gasp. Only when I started to black out did I manage to force a breath. I lost that breath to a long moan and had to try for another. A new wetness, a new heat, a new focus for sexual pleasure, getting a snatch was the gift that kept on giving. The widening of my hips was giving my body a more hourglass shape. My tail was now passing six feet long and scales were spreading up from it to cover my thighs and stomach. Something was stuck in my mind waiting to travel across my synapses. It felt familiar, but alien at the same time. The throbbing in my forming passage felt like clenching a muscle, totally unlike any of the sensations I'd ever gotten from my penis. There was a shifting at the front of my new sex. At first it was painful, like someone pressing hard on the head of my cock, but my new clit quickly became erect and intense ecstasy ricocheted throughout my body. That thing that had been stuck in my mind was let loose. This orgasm was like a fire radiating out from the core of my body. My arms and legs went numb, an impossibly bright white light pushed everything else out of my mind. Joy, endless joy. As my awareness of the room around me returned, I tried to make sense of what I'd just experienced. Was that a combination of having a clit and a magic loom to stimulate it? Were female orgasms that amazing? Would I ever experience anything that pure again? Wait, my legs felt like they were wrapped in cling wrap that was constantly being pulled tighter. They were shrinking back into my body! Excitement and horror chased each other in my mind. I was about to experience something I never dreamed I'd have access to: an actual naga body! But on the other hand, this was going too far, I needed to, needed...a longer tail! If I could experience magic-laced orgasm just one more time, I'd consider my life one well lived. My attention turned to my needy rock-hard member. What would it feel like if I transformed it into a twin-pricked snake cock? Scales spread across the undersides of my breasts. "What the FUCK!?" Larry cried from the doorway. He bolted toward the big red button on the edge of his desk. "No!" I yelled as my tail lashed out toward him. He tripped over it and smacked his head on the side of the desk. As he struggled to get up, I gasped at the sensation of moving my tail muscles for the first time. Even though I was clumsy with it, I got it wrapped around his knees and dragged him toward me. He beat his fists on my tail causing me to wince. "You-you planned this all, didn't you? Brady was just a distraction?!" I gritted my teeth in anger as I pulled Larry toward me even harder. He tried to grab the floor, to stop sliding, but there was nothing for him to grab onto. Meanwhile, I thrust in the chair and grunted, as the magic touched my cock. It wasn't enough...it just wasn't as intense as getting a pussy had been. Oh, it did feel fantastic to have another shaft push out of my crotch to join my original one. Even the foreskin pulling back on each erection to become a scaly slit wasn't quite intense enough. As my dicks got a snake-cock-like taper, pre started to flow again. I needed to see that flash of white one more time. I needed...my mental image of myself was replaced by the herm naga. The scales of my tail became red and orange, like hirs. My tits filled out making the gown tight. The loom started to hum and the magic threads cut through my gown making it tear open. My breasts bounced as they were freed. The chair couldn't take the magic intensity and the plastic took on the consistency of warm swiss cheese. I tried to remember my own body, to push the button, anything to avert these drastic changes, but I couldn't imagine living with myself if I denied myself the intoxicating bliss of my continued metamorphosis. Scales started to cover my back and neck as I felt my feet disappear into my tail. Larry started screaming for help. I worked to catch my breath and stop moaning and grunting long enough to say, "Larry, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise." I stopped constricting his legs so hard and he relaxed a bit, but he did yell for help again. Pressure on the sides of my neck accompanied the formation of a cobra-like hood  as my canines became fangs and my hair fell to the floor. The other technician, a woman with a fluffy fox tail, came in. That tail went straight up as she screamed and ran out of the room. I wasn't a monster, was I? My eyes widened in horror as I saw the live feed. I no longer had separate legs, I had a cobra hood, conspicuous breasts, scales were spreading up my arms. This time, I really tried to press that button, to stop this so there was maybe some chance of explaining it as an accident, but the pure white hit me. My balls were retreating into my pinkish pearlescent belly scales as my twin cocks shot their load on the far wall and my big scaly pussy started to glisten with wetness. My breasts were now DD's, just like that naga's, and that weight on my chest was adorned by nice thick nipples. My nostrils moved away from each other as my face pushed out. The sensation made me feel like I really needed to sneeze. My eyes watered as they turned yellow. Liz ran into the room and dove over the side of the desk  and slammed her fist onto the big red button. But, it was too late, I'd just run out of things to change: I was a herm naga. "You absolute fucker!" Larry said struggling to get out of my grasp. I started to bawl. I didn't even recognize my face. I pressed the button hard with my thumb even though it was now useless while I dug my claw-like fingernails into the cuffs and let Larry go. "I'm sssorry." I uttered those words over and over. To myself, to Larry, to Liz, and to the floor and the walls. What I was apologizing for was unclear. My body was gorgeous. The most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. At first, Larry and Liz looked at me fuming and flaring their nostrils, but as my crying fit stretched on, their faces softened. Larry came up to me and said, "Why did you stop me?" "I-I don't know," I said through my tears. "Didn't you want this?" Larry asked. "Yesss, no..." Neither answer fit. "Why are you so upset?" "I ruined my life." He bit his lip. It wasn't something he could refute. I'd be an outcast. There'd be no way I could pay back the amount of magic energy that had been expended transforming me. If other looms had been running other than the one Brady was using, I might have blown out all the magic circuits in the building. I'd be fined for breaching the contract I'd agreed to. Things like that had been on the news a couple times. Liz asked, "Why do it then?" "Because it felt ssso good I didn't want it to..." I started to cry louder, "ssstop." She looked my body up and down, eyes pausing on my breasts and then my two slits, one for my cocks, one for my pussy, then she glanced at the wall. "Did-did you jizz all over our wall?" I blushed and looked away, still shedding tears. She sighed. "Y-you're creative, I'll give you that. Never seen a hermaphrodite snake...thing before." "Cancel all our six o'clocks." Larry put his head in his hands. Liz walked over and started undoing my cuffs. My new forked tongue flicked out and touched her neck. She yelped and jumped back. "Sssorry," I said. "Didn't mean to." My mind was telling me she was very stressed based on what my tongue picked up. It could catch smells? Like a snake's? "Guess you really are part snake," she said as she stood off to my right side and undid the cuff. Larry worked on the other cuff saying, "Do anything odd and I'll punch you so hard..." He didn't bother to finish his threat. With my hands freed, I curled up on the floor.  People that looked at me would struggle to call me "human." A freak, I was a freak of nature. A couple minutes passed as I worked on getting my sobbing under control. Liz made a phone call over by the desk and Larry stood next to her taking notes on his tablet. "Oh shit Jaden! Is that you?" Brady said from the doorway. Behind him was the fox-tailed technician. I looked up at him and nodded weakly. Brady ran toward me, "Dude, are you okay?" "Am I a monssster?" He pursed his lips. "By some people's definition--" I started crying again. "Hey, hey, don't be like that. Look at the bright side, those are some top shelf knockers." And he had me laughing. In this situation, that's the best he could do? It was hilarious! He patted me on the shoulder the way someone does when they think you're losing your mind and they're not sure whether they should console you or slap you out of it. When I stopped laughing, he got up and asked Larry, "Can I have some paper towels or something?" Larry grabbed two blue wipes from a dispenser on the wall and handed them to Brady while Liz kept talking on the phone. He held his hand out for more. Larry rolled his eyes and then grabbed several more. Brady walked over to me and started drying my tears and spittle from crying. After he was done, he put a bunch of wipes in my right hand and said, "Wipe your cum off the wall before anyone else sees it. I'm not gonna do it for you, because eew, cold spooge is the worst." The fox-tailed technician looked at the wall, then me, and then started walking slowly backwards. I "stood" on my tail for the first time and started to fall over. Brady hooked his right arm around my left and helped me steady myself. Eventually, we made it to the wall and I started wiping. Just as I was finishing up, I heard Gill's voice. "No, oh no, no, uh-uh..." His eyes were wide and he was shaking. He was about six feet away from me, just inside the door, and he looked like he was struggling to come any closer. "It'sss okay, it'sss me." He gulped and stammered before saying, "Sorry, I can't. This can't be you...I-I have to go." I heard him sniffle as he turned to leave. "Wait!" I called after him. Muriel stepped to the side to let Gill pass. "I thought Brady was mental, but you--" She glared at me. "You take the fucking cake! What were you thinking?" I tried to speak. She held up her hands. "No, I don't want to know. Gill's the one you're going to have to try and explain this to. He set all this up, and now, Liz might never speak to him again." I bit my lip to stop from crying and then said, "I didn't mean--" Her horse tail flicked in frustration. "How could you not mean this? There's a stop button, hello?" She pantomimed pressing the button with her thumb. "That's all you had to do." "But it felt ssso--" "Nope, I don't want to hear the end of that sentence. We'll try this again when I don't want to stab you." She turned and left. The fox-tailed tech followed Muriel. Liz's floppy bunny ears twitched as she hung up the phone and looked at me. "Just got off the phone with the owner. Good news, we're not gonna call the cops. Good news, we're going to do some serious modding to your clothes so you don't have to streak home. Bad news, you're going to be paying this off for years." "Like a loan?" I asked. "Like a payment plan to cover the fines, fees, and damages," Liz said. "Damagesss?" Larry nodded. "The loom's going to need some serious maintenance. That was too much magic too fast. You probably bent some of the tridents and caused some thermal stress fractures." "Why would it keep running if it wass damaging itsself?" I asked. "Imagine if it was routing a major artery down your tail and suddenly just stopped," Larry said. "You were making such massive changes, the system put your wellbeing above its own." "I'm glad, I guess?" "You guess? This system was made for simple short augmentations and you made it wreck itself making yourself into...well, that." He gestured toward my body. I had the feeling that Larry had a special place in his heart for magic looms. The moment he'd started talking about the damage, he looked tired and dead inside. "Yeah, what are you?" Liz asked. "A naga. Like, from the legendsss." "Well, I hope you like acting or the entertainment industry because I don't think you'll be getting a desk job." She shook her head. I hit my head on the wall and then leaned against it. "Thiss iss too much." Brady said, "Imagine holding a sword and chasing a knight down a dark tunnel or something. Who wouldn't pay money to see that?" Liz said, "It would be better than CGI. Think about Cat Jacobs. He's played every feline alien race Hollywood's ever dreamed up." "So awkward," Larry complained. "I'm going to see if his-her-whatever's clothes are ready." He walked out the door. I pulled my head away from the wall and looked down at my breasts and then leaned back bending my hips so I could look at my two genital slits with the rounded slit for my anus below them. Brady's eyes followed mine. His jaw slackened in fascination. My pussy slit was a bit wet. Heat rushed down to it as I remembered how puffy and round it had been just before I came. I stopped looking at it. What was I? I was used to being called "he." But most people looking at me and not seeing any sign of a cock would say, "she." People's ideas of gender were so oversimplified...but the thought of using "she" made me smile. I looked at Liz and then Brady. "Use 'sshe/her/herss' to refer to me and I'm not male or female, I'm something else from now on." Just saying that out loud caused me to feel giddy. It was the first bright spot in the utter disaster of my transformation. "You're definitely something else," Brady said looking me up and down. A blush darkened my deep red cheeks. He seemed to be trying to commit every detail to memory. My tongue shot out and smelled?--no, tasted the air and I had to stifle a hiss of pleasure as my snatch got wetter. I could taste his arousal. The top of my mouth tingled, I think it's what was tasting smells. My tongue shot out again and I caught more of Brady's excitement. Something was wrong. My sexes were warming quickly and I just couldn't get my mind off of his scent. I knew humans could get turned on by each other's scents, but this was a thousand times more potent. I could feel my cocks hardening behind my slit, I tried to hold it closed so they wouldn't come out. Larry came back in and tossed my altered clothes onto the desk. "Okay, you see if these fit. We'll wait outside. Sound good?" "Y-yeah, but I'll need like ten minutess," I said. Larry raised an eyebrow. Liz tilted her head. The heads of both cocks made it out of my slit. In a moment of desperation I grabbed Brady's wrist and pulled him in front of me turning my body more toward the door so he was hiding my entire front. My shafts came out more and poked his butt. He straightened and started to pull away, but I whispered, "Pleasse, don't let them ssee." He relaxed and said, "She says she needs my help." Walking to the door, Larry motioned for Liz to follow him. She'd been looking at me and Brady with narrowed eyes, but Larry's beckoning disrupted whatever thoughts she was having and she followed him out. Once Larry was outside, she gave us a look that said, "You better not do what I think you're about to do," and then pulled the door shut behind her. The moment I let go of Brady's wrist, he spun around and looked down. His silence was killing me, I considered hiding my twin pricks from his view, but then I noticed his somewhat baggy altered pants had a considerable bulge. I could taste his arousal even more clearly now. He didn't seem to know what to do and was grabbing at his own hands as his erection made a huge tent. I would have thought he was fully erect, but it kept growing. My clit got so erect that it parted my slit and the sides were quickly becoming puffy. I could see it was as big as the end of my pinky finger. So nice and big, like the rest of my scaly muff. His scent got thicker and my nipples hardened in under a second. I reached down for his belt. "Can I ssee?" Blinking, he looked up at me. Then his eyes widened as he realized what I'd just asked. His confidence came back. "Fuck yes! You can see, touch, stroke...anything." My claw-like nails made things a bit different than I was used to, but I eventually figured out how to undo his belt, button, and zipper. I put my thumbs on the inside of the hem of his boxers and pulled down revealing his equine prick. I gasped seeing it. It was easily ten inches long and still not fully hard. He breathed out a moan as I reached under it and pulled it up so I could look at the blunt wide head. My other hand reached down to cup one of his fist-sized balls. I'd thought his pants were really baggy. Now I knew why. My tongue started sampling the air more frequently and warmth spread throughout my whole body as my heart picked up its pace. As his shaft gained inches of length and thickness, he said, "I, uh, couldn't control my size. That's why Larry had to rush down. They got it under control, but..." He frowned. "I don't think it will fit in anyone." "I couldn't sstop thinking about a herm naga porn video I've been obsessed with and ended up looking like the star..." I gave his sixteen-inch-long five-inch-wide shaft a squeeze. "She could easily take ssomething like this. Wanna see if I'm the ssame?" He glanced at my pussy probably taking note of how massive it was. "Fuck yes!" "Firsst, I need to be really wet." I hefted my breasts enjoying their weight in my hands. "I orgasmed when I got these. I wonder what would happen if--" I squealed in delight as he interrupted me by taking a fat nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked on it, his teeth teased it, and to keep my other nipple from feeling left out, he took it between his fingers. When he switched his mouth to my other breast, my snatch made a glistening stream down my belly scales. It twitched along its entire length as my clit buzzed sympathetically with my nipple. As I came, he looked up at me in wonder not taking his mouth off. The moment I was done squealing in delight, he put a shaky finger in my pussy. "This is so unreal." "Gah! I know!" I squeezed his finger and a shiver traveled down my tail. The entire entrance was sensitive. I could feel him pressing against the muscular walls, exploring my virgin opening. He kept putting fingers in until all that was left was his thumb. My mouth was hanging open, I was panting in arousal. When he brushed my clit, I stiffened and sucked in air. "You okay?" "Very," I answered. "I'm going to try my fist. Let me know if it's too tight." He made a fist and shoved it in. The stretching, the pop of his fist finally making it inside, I had to have more. I cried out, "Cock! I need your cock!" "Damn you're hot!" He pulled his fist out and put the head of his member against my pussy. I coiled my tail around him as he drove inside. His length was so warm, so thick, so hard! My breath faltered each time my walls twitched from the delight of being filled. Even though I was wet, there was friction and I could feel his blunt prick drag against my hot needy flesh stretching me open deeper and deeper.   When his medial ring slipped in, he grabbed onto me and let out a puff of hot air. I forced him in all the way while he gasped and grunted. I couldn't get enough! The texture of his length was amazing due to his veins and little equine details. Once he was all the way in, he buried his head in my breasts and made a deep "mmm" sound. I hissed and moved my hips back and forth flexing his amazing shaft inside me, stirring myself up. Reluctantly, I pulled back a bit so he could thrust and thrust he did. He used the leverage of being loosely wrapped in my tail to pound my snatch. I felt his buttocks flex with every shove he made into me. His flare was getting larger and my clit was getting rubbed by our motions. It made me want to squeal every time it got brushed just the right way. "Uhh, I'm gonna cum!" he announced. "Yes! Please!" I put my arms over his shoulders and leaned back to change the angle of his thrusts so they hit my clit even more directly. My cocks were smacking against his clothed stomach and his velvety-furred balls were slapping at the bottom of my pussy. My breath caught in my throat when I felt it, his cock stretching my pussy wider and then a warm blast in my depths. I clawed at his back when my orgasm hit. Not enough to rip his shirt, but probably enough to hurt a bit. This time, when the bright white bliss hit me, I had someone to hold. I pulled him against me as he finished unleashing a load fit for a legendary creature like me. I wrapped my tail around us keeping him inside me and administering the closest hug I'd ever given anyone. He turned his head to the side and panted for air against my breasts. I loved feeling them smoosh against the side of his face. My body was feeling more and more real, like it belonged to me. As he caught his breath, he started idly running his fingers over the scales on my back. I could feel him softening. I'd never felt this at peace. Maybe I'd needed a pussy and breasts all along. They felt so right. Eventually, he said, "Could you loosen up a bit? Your cocks are gonna give me a bruise." And with that, I noticed that I was still very hard. I blushed deep violet as I uncoiled so we could both move separately again. The odd sensation of my scales on multiple different loops of my tail rubbing against each other was soothing. I could feel my muscles moving under them. It was a sharp contrast to the aching in my cocks. "I'm gonna have to take care of these. You can go outside if you want." He grabbed one of them as he kneeled before me. "Last time a guy offered me his cock, I chickened out. Not gonna happen this time." "Wait, you're bi?" I tilted my head. "Since when?" "I started to wonder about it in Germany," He said. "Just couldn't get up the courage to actually do something." "Do you have a thing for German guys?" He nodded. "It's that accent, maybe?" "The accent?" I started laughing. He glared at me and then took my right cock into his mouth to shut me up. It worked. I hissed and pred on his tongue. A knock came from the door. Brady pulled his mouth off and called out, "We're busy!" Larry's voice said, "Come on you two, not in there!" "We're having a wardrobe problem. Did you want to help suck her other cock?" Silence. I stifled a laugh. I would have been embarrassed, but I was far too horny for that now. "Didn't think so!" He put his mouth back on me and struggled to get more of my length inside. It was way too uneven and he was having trouble managing his teeth. I said, "Just use your hand farther down, don't try to run before you walk." He flipped me off and kept trying to suckle more of my cock. Eventually, he got into a rhythm. His fist pumped over my left member while his mouth and his other hand took care of my right. I grabbed his shoulders and started thrusting with his movements. It tickled at first, because he was still figuring things out, but a couple minutes later I was hissing and urging him to go faster. Having different things happen to each shaft was very strange. In a good way. He switched what he was doing to each cock and started to bob on me at an alarming pace. He clearly wanted me to cum in his mouth and that drove me wild. I'd never seen anyone give oral this exuberantly. It seemed the longer it took, the more desperate he became. I felt a fire, a building pressure from inside my cock slit, and said, "C-cumming!" Just like I thought, he wrapped his lips around my left shaft and let me fill his mouth with my seed. My right cock came across the side of his face splattering his sideburns, his ear, and his neck with my thick sticky mess. I held his head still as my shafts became hypersensitive. He couldn't hold it all and some fell from his chin. When I was finished, we just sat there staring at each other. We'd just gone from best friends to best friends with full benefits in one day. Pulling his mouth off, he fell back onto his butt and swallowed. He kept his eyes on me, blushing redder each time he looked to see his massive load slowly leaking out of my pussy. I lay on top of my own coils and tried to break the tension with, "Now that was some top shelf sex." He blushed even deeper and then looked away, "Hey, um, Jaden, do you think you'll need help naga-proofing your dorm room?" I got a happy flutter in my chest. He couldn't always admit how much he cared about me, but him finding excuses to spend time with me was his way of making it clear. "It's gonna take a long time. Could take a few days. I'm not super steady moving around just yet." "Might take weeks." He looked at me. "Or months." "Or years." He clapped his hands together like a corporate hustler. "Payment will be in eroticism one, no, four times a day during the entire period of the contract. We'll have to free up some resources to make sure our accounts can handle these multiple daily transactions, especially when it comes to unusually large deposits and withdrawals. We will bend over backwards to give you the best experience possible. What do you say? When money's changing hands, everyone wins, right?" "Absolutely, where do I sign?" A bit of my cum dripped onto his shoulder. "I think you already did." We both laughed. When we calmed down, he got more of those wipes and we cleaned up our mess. Afterwards, he pulled off his shirt and climbed into my coils. I cradled his naked body with mine. Then we basked in afterglow while I pondered my situation. If we continued to have regular good sex, my life wasn't going to completely suck. But my bank account was going to be shot and, even if I wanted to change back to make getting a job easier, not even my parents had enough money to make it happen. Between the debt I had with Pickawick's and my school loans, I was going to be broke for life. Just then, something in my mind clicked. Sex. I loved having sex as a herm naga and Brady was willing to try just about anything once... "Brady?" "Yes?" He shifted so he could look at me. "How do you feel about making some porn?" THE END The second part of Jaden’s story where she meets the pornstar she couldn’t get out of her head and has some hot herm naga sex. Click here to go to my Patreon and read it! Support me on Patreon and read stuff weeks to months before it's posted here! [url=www.patreon.com/zmeydros]www.patreon.com/zmeydros[/url]

Chapter 1 - Our Little Sliver

Corrupted Family: Tentacle War Chapter One: Our Little Sliver “Mmm,” you moan pleasantly, enjoying the warm, rubbing sensation against your penis. Still tired, you crack open an eye and sleepily grin at your younger sister, Jessica. Her eyes are closed, and she's breathing deeply – obviously still asleep. So what then... You look down, “Ahh... Good morning, Sliver,” you greet your family's “pet”. The pink, fleshy, penis-shaped head of the tentacle merely continues to rub itself against your morning erection, secreting little oozes of thin cum on your member as it grinds against you. “Any news for us?” The rubbing pauses for a brief second but then continues, confirming your assumption that the young tentacle hasn't gone underground to meet with the Hive yet. This doesn't surprise you, though you feel a little annoyed at the lack of new from the Hive cluster; you and the rest of your family have been getting very stir crazy. Over the course of the last few months, ever since the “tentacle invasion” began in full force, the local TREF agents have kept your house under lock-down. Due to your history with the tentacles, you, your mother and sisters were all deemed possible threats – therefore, rather than move you to jail and risk a tentacle horde coming to the rescue, they've kept you under constant guard. Machine guns pointing at every window type of guard. You doubt the TREF officers outside know how right they are to stand watch over your quiet little home. Sliver makes weekly journeys through the sewers to communicate with the nearest Hive, expressing your wish for their forces to come and save your family. Because as the War occupies more and more of the government's attention, the more neglected families like yours have become. It used to be that the TREF would provide food and medicine, not wanting any Tentacle-Affected to regularly enter society, but now you're lucky if they send bread without mold. Your mother is still shaking off a bad cold, but any pleas for assistance are met with stony silence at best, threats at worst.  The time for living among regular humans has long since passed for you and your family – moving to a Tentacle Society would be the best thing. But, since the Hive hasn't spawned enough warriors to assist you, all you can do is wait. “Ah! So here's your other end, Sliver,” you hear your older sister Amanda giggle. “Naughty little tentacle, waking poor Jamesie up before noon! He's had a rough night, don't you know?” Looking up, you find Amanda leaning heavily against the outside of your door frame, beads of sweat running down her pale skin. The first thing you notice (as ever when you, or anyone, looks at Amanda) are her obscenely massive, round and leaking breasts. Measuring a mind-boggling three feet in diameter each, the girl still somehow keeps a straight posture and unbowed back. What's causing her to lean forward and sweat at the moment is the additional weight of Sliver's “body” making its home within her womb, extending her belly out to match her breasts. Sliver's current measurement of twenty-six feet of muscled tentacle shaft is pooled on the carpet between her feet, running out into the hallway and then back again to culminate in the head currently rubbing your cock. “Ugh, don't remind me, Amanda,” you groan, shifting your weight away from your smarting asshole. “I can't believe she finally did it. My fucking ass'll never be the same again! No, damn it Sliver, that wasn't an invitation!” Scrambling away from the tentacle as it tries to slither up to your butt, you inadvertently wake up Jessica, who immediately grins at you mischievously, “Good morning, love! How are you feeling this fine day?” “Well, I'd say after the double ramming you gave him last night, he's feeling up for a round two,” Amanda laughed evilly, smirking as you rub your sore butt. “Maybe you can get Sliver to join in and you'll have three cocks inside James' ass!” “No way!” “Hell yes!” “FUCK! DAMN IT, SLIVER!” All the talk about how Jessica finally managed to fit and fuck both her cocks into your ass excited the young tentacle, which promptly stopped fondling Jessica's cocks and dove right into your still gaping anus. You really are still sore from last night, and grit your teeth as the tentacle pummels your rectum with little concern for your pleasure. As the tentacle's thrusts speed up beyond what normal humans can achieve, Jessica hops over and steadies your wildly flailing dick, easily sliding her wet vagina around the hard shaft as her twin cocks stare you in the face. “Be a good big brother and blow your little sister,” Jessica moans, bouncing her slim hips on your penis. Dutifully pushing yourself forward, you take her lower one into your mouth as you jerk off her upper cock. Always the quick shot, Jessica moans loudly as sperm erupts from both shafts, coating your already cum-dried hair and fulfilling your need for a good drink. Still, you know she's got lots more, so you keep stroking and sucking, trying to milk your little sister, the woman who in the last five years you've begun to call your wife, for all she's worth. The Hive knows it'll take all her worth to get you off. Sparing a glance over to the doorway, you see Amanda sitting down, her excited nipples gushing breast-cum as her distended stomach visibly vibrates, a sure sign of Sliver's nearing ejaculation. You brace yourself... … just as a massive blast of sperm launches out of the tentacle into your bowels, tearing its forceful, gut-wrenching way through your body until it explodes in a flurry of coughing out of your cock sucking mouth. Pulling away from Jessica's penis, you try to gasp for air, swallowing some and then coughing up more tentacle-cum as it cascades down your neck and chest, pooling around you and further soaking the mattress you'd long given up trying to dry out. Amanda cries out in orgasm, her nipples furiously spraying the whole room with her sticky, booby climax. Sliver whips out of your ass, liberally coating Jessica's back with its continuing ejaculation, and thrusts into the eighteen year old's, forcing her flat against your wet body. Pulling her face to yours, you share a sloppy kiss with your wife, a mixture of love and lust playing on your tongues as your mother looks on from behind Amanda, content just to watch the equally touching and obscene display within your bedroom. As Amanda's breasts coat you and Jessie with her milk, your mind wanders back to the night you proposed to, and subsequently married, your younger sister... END CHAPTER ONE Author's Note: Wow, it has been awhile! So, this is the first chapter in a new saga for James and co., I hope you've enjoyed it so far! Next up, the night James made an honest woman of Jessica, and a special news report from Japan. AN2: This chapter is a bit short, but the following will be longer, I promise!

Chapter 10 - May I After

Sayuri opens the door for him as Dario carries her in. She kisses his check and neck a few times. Playing with his hair as she kisses him. Dario sets her down on their bed and smiles. Taking her left hand and kissing it. It was only a couple hours ago where he had asked Sayuri to marry him.  “I love you.” Dario says and smiles. “aishi te iya masu.” She smiles back,” I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”  “Me too.” Dario leans in and kisses her lips passionately. Sayuri kisses back and pulls him close. Her hands go towards his shirt and pull it off. Her hands go down his body and giggles. He takes one of her hands and leads it down to his pants. She smirks and unbuttons his pants.  “How far are we going today?” Sayuri asked.  “All the way if you want to.” Dario kisses her neck.  She nods and pulls his pants down,” I don’t mind.” Looking over his body she adds,” Can you put on a little show for me?”  “What kind of show?” He asked. Dario had an idea of what she was talking about. He wanted to see what she wanted to see. “A little flexing and stuff.”  He kisses her cheek and smiles,” anything for my future wife.”  “Thank you.” She smiles at his kisses.  Dario steps back a little and stretches. He stands and poses in a couple ways. Showing off his biceps and thighs the most. Sayuri cheers a little as she watches. She reaches over and grabs his wallet from his pants. Jokily, Sayuri throws a couple dollar bills at him. This makes him chuckle,” To bad I’m already undressed, I would strip for you.” “I can look away as you get dressed again?” She giggles. “How about this?” Dario pulls his boxers down a little. Just enough for her to see his junk. Sayuri’s face turns bright red. He pulls them back up and smirks,” That’s for later.”  “I can’t wait for later.”  Dario smirks and walks over to her. Kissing her lips a little more before doing anything else. Sayuri had another idea in mind. Pulling down his boxers again to see his junk.  “Can’t wait?”  “No, I really want it.”  “You naughty dragon.”  Sayuri smirks and kisses his dick. Kissing and licking his tip. He blushes a little and becomes a little warm. “Do you want to trade places? It’s been awhile since you topped me.” Dario asks.  “Yes please.” Sayuri nods. He loved seeing her take control. Once laying under her, Dario looks over her body. Still wearing the cocktail dress from their date, Dario pulls down the sleeves. Gently kissing her collarbone. She takes her dress off and thinks for a second. Her eyes looked into his eyes and it made him flustered.  Taking the opportunity, Sayuri takes his hands and places them on her hips. Leaning in, she whispers,” I’m going to need you to support me.”  Dario nods as he keeps his hands on her hips. He watches as Sayuri takes her bra off. Taking a low breath to prepare herself. Turning so she faced away from him. Gently grabbing his dick and puts it in her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down as she sucks on him. Rubbing the bottom of his dick to get him hard.  Dario holds her hips tightly as Sayuri pleasures him. He pulls her ass towards his face and kisses her ass. Sayuri stops for a second to enjoy herself. Letting out a few moans and leans back more. Taking this as her wanting more, Dario pulls her back to reach her. Putting his tongue in not too deep for now.  Going back to pleasure him, Sayuri goes slow as she rubs him. Getting him to cum a little. Licking everything off of him as it flows down his dick. Nothing went to waste. Slowing down as she is sexually satisfied. “Want to go out with a bang?” Dario whispers.  “Yes please.” She sits up and takes a few deep breaths. Dario lets her catch her breath before finishing. Sitting up himself and pulling Sayuri into his lap. Sliding his dick in slowly and kisses the back of her neck. Wrapping his arms around her, moving her up and down. Sayuri takes one of his hands and squeezes it. Breathing heavily as she becomes more satisfied. Dario kisses the back of her neck more as they slow down.  "How are you feeling my love?" He asked.  "Amazing." She leans back against him," How about you?" "Just as amazing." 

Chapter 9 - May I?

As they danced, Dario looked at his girlfriend and got nervous. The box in his suit pocket seemed to burn a hole. He got really sweaty and Sayuri could tell. She takes his hand and smiles, "Are you okay Dario?" She asked and became worried.  "I'm fine. Just a little warm from my suit."  She started to take his coat off but Dario panicked, pulling away from her. Sayuri looks at him and frowns. Something was definitely wrong. Realizing he reacted wrong Dario tried to think of how to cover it.  "Sorry I can take it off myself." He felt bad and took the ring out of the pocket unnoticed. To make her feel better Dario wraps her in the jacket. She cuddles herself in the jacket and closes her eyes. With her dragon-like powers, Sayuri was able to pick up his scent. It made her happy and relaxed.  Taking the opportunity Dario takes her hand," Keep your eyes closed, I want to show you something."  "Oh? A surprise?" Sayuri gets excited and follows him blindly. He was super nervous and excited at the same time. The emotions were mixing and making his heartbeat fast. Once near the pond he found, he took a deep breath and looked at her. Sayuri still had her eyes closed but even then he couldn't look away from her beautiful face. He gathered all the courage he needed and stood in front of her. With his phone he had her favorite song and took the ring out. He went down on one knee and waited. Once the song starts she opens her eyes and stops. Sayuri looks at him then the ring. She covers her mouth and doesn't know what to do. Sayuri started to tear up and fell to her knees next to him.  "Sayuri I know what you're thinking and yes I'm asking you this now. I love you so much and will spend the rest of my life with you." Dario smiles and looks at her," Anata to no intāniti."  Sayuri started to cry but out of happiness of course. He smiles and gets less nervous continuing his speech to her," I'm willing to adopt a child with you as well. I know you are nervous about starting a family, but together we will work anything out."  She couldn't speak but nodded. Hugging him tightly and trying to say," Yes." Her voice was shaky out of happiness, surprise, and nervous. Dario hugs her back and kisses her cheek.  He turns off the music and takes the ring out of the box," May I?" Taking Sayuri's hand so he could put the ring on. Nodding Sayuri watches as he does. She looks at it for a second and smiles," I love it, but not as much as you." "I know."

Chapter 1 - Chapter One

Corrupted Family Summary: Corrupted and mutated by their experience with tentacle rape, your family regularly tries to seduce you.  CHAPTER ONE “Mmm,” you moan, slowly waking up to a pleasant, warm sensation around your cock. Not quite awake, you dazedly reach a hand down, surprising your eyes open as it touches someone's hair. “Rise and shine, James,” cooed the coy voice of your younger sister, Jessica, before licking the pre-cum from your penis. Scrambling away from her, you hiss, “What the hell are you doing, Jessie?! What's wrong with you?” The thirteen year old smiles brightly, wearing only a pair of panties (damp at the crotch) and a teddy bear pajama shirt, “Waking you up, of course! Mom says breakfast is almost ready but I'm hungry now... so I thought I'd get a taste of your sausage before the pancakes are done.” Jumping off the bed, and shoving your still sensitive dick back in your boxers, you grunt, “You can't do this, Jessie. You're my sister for god's sake!” “And mom is my mother, but I got to bang her this morning anyway,” she countered, her impressive erection bulging up her shirt. Disgusted, you grab some clothes and retreat to the bathroom, being sure the lock the door behind you. Sighing as the warm shower water spills over your face, you ponder what has become of your family. About two months ago, while you were on vacation with your best friend, they were attacked and captured by a hive of tentacles, and mercilessly raped for three days without rest. By the time the TREF (Tentacle Response Extermination Force) officers found the hive and cleared it, they were brainwashed and mutated by the monsters. Your mother, Samantha, now has two thin, ten foot long tails, with spade-like tips. Jessica, your younger sister, has a foot long, ten inch girth penis. And your older sister, Amanda, now sports two massively swollen breasts, measured at a MM-cup, which are very firm and tend to leak a thick, sperm-like liquid when touched. As the only non-mutated, sane member of your household, the TREF commander has charged you with their safety; they are now extremely attractive to tentacle monsters and must be secured against them at all times. The government now pays for the house bills and provides you with any requested food, drink, entertainment or medicine. However, you are not permitted to leave the house more than once a month, and only for a maximum of six hours. Already TREF officers have repelled two tentacle assaults on the property, during which it was all you could do to stop your mother and sisters from running out to be taken by their former masters. The hardest part of the whole situation, as explained by a TREF doctor, is dealing with the out of control sex drive of your charges. The more they are denied, the more they obsess. And so far you avoided actually letting them have their way with you, at least willingly. You fight down the distinct feeling of nausea as you remember waking up to Amanda fingering your butt (one of many unpleasant mornings). After drying yourself off and putting on clothes, you brace yourself to face the music before descending the stairs, finding your mother setting breakfast on the table, wearing only an apron, exposing her ample butt. Her tails are forcefully kneading Amanda's huge, uncovered breasts, which are leaking all over her pajama pants and chair as Jessica watches, stroking her cock. Looks to be another hell of a morning. “Ah, good morning sleepy head,” greeted your mom brightly, pinching your ass as you walked by to sit in your usual seat. “And speaking of head, how'd he taste Jessie?” You groan, as Jessica babbled on about how wonderful your cock tasted and how sad she was you wouldn't let her have dessert. Deciding to focus simply on eating, you pointedly start cutting your pancakes. “Mom,” you exclaim, pushing down at her tail, which had started to climb up the inside of your pant leg. She laughed, “Sorry dear, it's just you look so tense, sitting there, not joining in the conversation. That's a bit rude, don't you think?” “Maybe he just needs a massage,” perked up Amanda, standing, her breasts and lower body completely drenched in the milky-cum. Before you can react she's behind you, her enormous, wet breasts pressed around your head, as she firmly massages your shoulders. “Ack! Get away,” you cry, pushing your hands against her boobs, only to have them doused by a fresh flow of breast-cum, barely moving the super firm globes. “I don't want this!” “Now that's not very nice,” teased your mom, pulling off her apron. “Your sister gives you a massage and you yell at her? It's just like I said; you're really tense today, James! Let us help you relax.” A hand wrapped around your flaccid penis; looking down you see Jessica grinning up at you, pulling at your shaft until it reluctantly enlarged, her tongue toying with the tip. “Damn it,” you yell, angry and scared. “This is wrong! Stop th-argmpfh,” cut off as one of your mom's tails presses down your tongue, the other wriggling down your pants to grind along your butt. “Just relax, little brother,” cooed Amanda as Jessica's mouth engulfed your cock, her face quickly becoming splattered with her older sister's boob-sperm. “We'll take care of you.” Panicking, you push your feet hard against the floor, unbalancing Amanda and giving you enough space to run out of the kitchen, a rope of sperm shooting from your penis as you go. Slamming your bedroom door behind you and propping a chair against the knob, you collapse on your bed, panting and sweating from both your climax and running up the stairs. They've never been so aggressive. Sure they molested you in your sleep, tried to seduce you by the hour, and often talked about fucking you, but what just happened in the kitchen was essentially rape. You groan as your hand lands in the pool of Amanda's sperm on your stomach, pulling up the doused shirt slightly; her breast-cum is often mildly sticky. You're drenched in it, and so is your bed now since you unthinkingly just plopped right down. There's no way you're risking going out there, so it looks like you're just going to have to stay covered in your older sister's sticky sperm. Great.  END CHAPTER ONE

Chapter 6 - Epilogue A

Corrupted Family Summary: Corrupted and mutated by their experience with tentacle rape, your family regularly tries to seduce you. EPILOGUE A – FAMILY Birdsong chirped through the open window as a cool, spring breeze drifts through the bedroom. Pale rays of the morning sun shine down on your slowly awakening eyes, a contented smile gracing your lips as you hug the slight form of your little sister close to you. “Morning already,” Jessica asked, sleepily, squinting at the window. You gaze loving upon her, thinking that she had never looked more beautiful as the sunbeams play off her soft skin, glinting over her budding breasts. “Something smells good.” Taking a deep breath yourself, you have to agree with her – the enticing aroma of sausage and bacon call to your empty stomach. “That smells like sausage! Can't wait to have some,” you say excitedly, it being one of your favorite breakfast foods. “Me either,” cooed Jessica, just before her mouth descended on your morning erection. You moan appreciatively – Jessica often wakes you up with a exuberant blowjob; she's become very good at them over the last couple weeks. She had shifted so that her body was facing the other way, allowing you easy access to stroke her impressive cocks, moving your hands in time with her bobbing head. Gliding your palm down her lower penis, you poke a finger inside her tight vagina; you're rewarded as she gasps, her hands clenching on your thighs. Smirking at you, she asks, “Think we have time to step this up?” You move out from under her, letting Jessie bend over as you position your saliva-slicked penis against her tight slit. After a few seconds of resistance, you manage to plunge your cock all the way into Jessica's vagina, gripping her slim hips as you begin to slowly thrust into the young teenager. “Oh god, James,” she moaned, holding herself up by one arm, worming her fingers up her crowded pussy. Speeding your thrusts up at a slow but steady pace, Jessica is soon wailing from pleasure, her own orgasms splashed across the bedsheets, cum almost continuously seeping from her cocks. Pulling out, you press your penis against Jessica's ass, forcing through the small hole without too much effort. “AHHHH, FUCK,” she yelled, back arching as you pound her butt. She lost what little strength she had left, falling face first into the cum puddles she made, panting heavily as you worked your way closer to climax. More sperm launches into Jessica's face with her latest orgasm, breath hitching in her chest, she whimpers, “Please... I can't... I can't take it...” You slam your hips against her ass, leaning over her with a blind moan as you fill her bowels with your orgasm; sperm is soon streaming out of her abused anus, even before pulling out. As a side effect of your time in the Hive (probably due to the leeches slightly mutating your testicles) you are not able to cum without significant effort. And usually when you actually do manage a climax, its very... climactic. Covered in sweat, you absentmindedly stroke one of Jessie's erections, waiting for her to get her bearings. Five minutes after you pulled out, her butt is still leaking sperm. “Hey,” sounds to voice of your mother through the locked door, “are you two done yet? Breakfast is getting cold!” “Sorry mom,” you yell back, throwing on a pair of PJ pants, sans underwear. “We'll be down in a minute!” Jessica groans as you stand her up, “Why do you have to take so long just to cum? I swear, you're going to break me some day!” Looking at the clock, you smile sheepishly, “It was only half an hour that time.” “Only,” she exclaimed. “God, my butt's gonna be sore all week!” “Oh don't be a drama queen,” you laugh, handing Jessie her own pajamas. “Just ask Amanda to fix you up and you'll be fine by noon.” Through the course of your sexual undertakings with the family, it was discovered that Amanda's breast-cum actually has some rather impressive healing abilities. If properly heated, it could cure aches and minor tearing in little over an hour. When cooled it acts as a sedative, knocking the drinker into a deep sleep, which usually lasts for half a day. After uncovering this astonishing information, you all made a solemn vow to never let outsiders find out – Amanda would surely be taken away for study and testing. Pouting, Jessica gingerly pulled her teddy bear shorts on, her two cocks hanging out through the leg openings, “Yeah, yeah, its still not nice to kill me like that every day.” Kissing her cheek, you help her put on the matching shirt, joking, “You know you love it, sis!” “Maybe. Now, I'm starving,” Jessie exclaimed, nearly jumping down the stairs. You followed at a more relaxed pace, finding your mother and sister already done eating, waiting for you at the table. “Morning, James,” greeted Amanda, stretching her arms up as you sat down. “Sounds like you had fun.” “He hurt my bum,” Jessica whined, throwing you a mean look. “He didn't even apologize for it either!” Your mother sighed, “Jessie, dear, we heard you loud and clear down here. In fact, I'm sure the neighbors heard you too. You really need to learn to not scream every time someone puts a dick in you.” Laughing at Jessica's expense, you grin appreciatively at your older sister, who is currently sitting naked across from you, yawning, “Thanks for the view, Amanda.” “You're welcome,” she giggled, winking. “I'm sure you can get a close-up later, if you ask nicely.” “Maybe I will.” The rest of breakfast (or what's left of it) passes without much comment. Your mother did take the time to toy with both you and your sister's penises, and Amanda made a show of pinching some sperm from her nipples, which she heated up for Jessica, but eventually everyone went their separate ways. You spent most of your morning playing various video games on your computer (essentially the only section of your room free of cum stains) and just as you predicted, Jessica popped up again around noon. “Hey James,” she piqued from your door, “my butt's feeling all normal again! I'm going to Amanda's room to thank her, want to join me?” “Maybe later, Jessie,” you say, engrossed in your current battle to save the human race. Oh look, you leveled up! She pouted, “You're no fun. I hope you're ready for some payback tonight, then!” And she closed the door, giggling maniacally as you groan – Jessica has a fascination with trying to get both her dicks inside you at the same time. It never works, but that doesn't stop her from abusing you in the attempt. Shutting the game down with a sigh, you still don't feel like having to spend the afternoon washing off Amanda's breast-cum, so you wander downstairs to find your mother watching TV, only wearing a lacy red bra and panties. “Hey James,” she greets you, patting the open seat next to her. “Want to watch with me?” You glance at the television – its some reality show you've seen about a dozen clones of, but sit down all the same. Not two minutes later Jessica's voice thunders through the house, “OH FUCK, YES!!” Your mom sighs, shaking her head, “That girl just loves to scream...” “Yeah, I've noticed that,” you say, theatrically rubbing your ear. “At least its never boring with her around.” “What, are you trying to say I'm boring,” she teases you, a tail sliding down your PJ's to tickle your balls. In a flat, deadpan you answer, “Perfectly dull, mom.” “Well, I guess I'll have to do something exciting then,” she whispered huskily, straddling your hips before grinding her crotch against your lengthening erection, pushing her breasts into your face. Using one tail to pull out your penis, and the other to unclasp her bra, she kneeled in front of you, squeezing your hard member between her soft boobs. “How's this for exciting,” she asked, slowly tit-fucking you with a smirk. Leaning back into the couch, you moan but tease back, “Still pretty boring.” “Hmm,” she replies, standing up and dropping her panties. “How about something a little more exotic?” Lowering her extremely wet vagina down onto your throbbing cock, her tails wrapped around your testicles, squeezing lightly and releasing as they slithered up your rectum, plunging in and out of your ass. You moan in heady ecstasy as she rides and fucks you; you lick earnestly as she holds your face against her boobs, “Oh god, mom...” “Still boring,” she hisses to your ear, nibbling on the lobe as she rams her hips on you. You can only moan in return, sliding your hands over her firm butt, toying with her butthole. She laughs and guides your fingers into her, breathing heavily now as you thrust up in time with her. After a few minutes, she shudders on you, grinding to a halt, just hugging you as her orgasm subsides. “You didn't finish,” she asks, breathless. You shake your head and she huffs, pulling herself off you but leaving her tails lodged up your butt, “Well that's no fun, honey.” “Yeah, he's such a spoil sport,” said a naked Jessica from the stair landing, drenched in Amanda's super thick white breast-cum. “After his 'happy-ending' each morning it takes forever to get him off!” Holding your hands up, laughing, you answer back, “Hey, most girls would love to have a guy last as long as I do, right?” Your mother began stroking your erection, “But we aren't most girls, James.” Amanda just made it down the stairs, her boobs still pouring their sperm down her body and onto the floor, “He just needs the right kind of help getting there, sis.” She got on her knees, gushing all over your lap and pajamas, using her slicked hands to help your mom massage your cock. With mom's tails already pumping into your stomach, Jessica took the only spot left and stood on the couch, directing one of her lower, cum-covered penis into your mouth as she stroked the other, rubbing it against your cheeks. “Mmrgfh,” you moan on your little sister's cock, shivering in pleasure as your mom's fingers trail down to knead your balls, Amanda simultaneously swallowing and jerking your throbbing erection. Jessica took that moment to climb up behind you, then crawling down your chest to lick the base of your penis, reinserting her bottom cock into your throat as the upper grinds up and down your chest and stomach as she slowly bucks her hips. Your eyes roll up as you feel the tails inside your fuck between your inner sphincter and stomach, reflexively squeezing Jessie's butt. Your little sister moaned, cum blasting out of her cocks, down your throat and over your hips. With a muffled, orgasmic scream, you slam Amanda's throat with your first shot of cum; she pulls back from the surprise, as more and more ropes are thrown from your dick, laying thick, white lines all over her huge breasts until Jessica wrapped her lips around the purple head, taking your final, flooding climax into her mouth. Dazed, you hear Amanda giggle as your mother sighs. The next second Jessica's lips crash against your mouth, your own cum pouring over your tongue and down your chin. Pulling away, she whispers, “Don't think I'm done with you, big brother. I still need to return this morning's favor to you, tonight.” “Looking forward to it,” you say, grinning back at her. Your cock is still full and throbbing, slowly leaking cum as Amanda sucks on your testicles... END EPILOGUE A Author's Note: For the purposes of this story (and potential squeals!) this is the 'real' epilogue. Stay tuned for an alternate ending with a slightly darker tone!   

Chapter 13 - Drizzle

Sayuri giggles as he unclips her bra. Lifting her arms up as he takes her shirt off. Dario goes right to kissing her chest. Also licking her nipples, making them hard. Sayuri lets out a sigh of pleasure as she enjoys his kisses. She plays with his hair, twirling a little bit between her fingers. His jet black hair was soft. She recognized the smell as well.   “Have you been using my shampoo?” She asked.  “Yes, I like how it makes your hair shiny and smooth.” He admits,” It smells nice too.”  "I'm glad you like it." She kisses his forehead.  Dario smiles as he continues to kiss her chest. Sayuri holds him tightly and adds,” Could we do something we have done before?”  “What did you have in mind?”  “The whip cream was nice.”  He smirks before standing,” I’ll go get it.”  “Why don't we take this to the kitchen? You can drizzle other yummy things on me." Sayuri suggested. Without hesitation, Dario picks her up and smirks. Sayuri wraps her arms around is neck and shoulders.  "Anything for you my love."  He kisses one of her hands. She leans into his neck and kisses it. Leaving small marks anywhere she could.  "Careful now, don't want to go too crazy. Don't want to repeat what happened last time."  "I'm just showing how much I love you." Sayuri says softly.  "I love you too."  As they enter the kitchen, Dario sets Sayuri on a counter. Grabbing the whip cream out and setting it next to her, Dario couldn't help but kiss her neck. Sayuri lets out pleasing sounds. Holding him close as she comes up with a few new ideas. To help move things along, Dario grabs the can and shakes it. Spraying a bit on her chest. Gently licking her boobs. Sayuri's face becomes bright red as she enjoys this.  "How about honey? Maybe some chocolate syrup?" Sayuri whispers.  "I can do both." He licks off all of the whip before finding the honey and chocolate. Grabbing a spoon, he dips it in the honey jar. Slowly drizzling it across her boobs and neck. The cool honey felt nice dripping down her body.  It also felt nice having Dario's tongue on her as well. He was gentle with her at first. Soon going to gently bite her neck.  After all the honey was off, Dario kissed down her neck. Sayuri grabs the can and shakes it a little. Getting his attention, Dario looks over," do you want to put some on me?"  "I would like to have some of your cream." Sayuri giggles and touches him. Turning bright red as she does, Dario takes her hand. Pulling her close so she can do whatever she pleases. With a grin, Sayuri unzips his pants. Rubbing her hand up and down his front. Getting his cock ready for her to play with. Dario lets out a soft, pleasuring moan.  “Looks like I’ll have to shake harder for anything to come out.” Sayuri whispers.  “You might have to.” Dario became a little weak in the knees.  "Maybe you should sit up here instead?" Sayuri suggested.  "That sounds like a plan."  Switching places, Dario jumps up on the counter. Taking a deep breath to get himself ready, he looks at Sayuri,"Do your worst."  "I plan on it~" Sayuri smirks. She pulls the rest of Dario's pants down. Gently pulling down his boxers to relieve his half hardened dick. Using one hand, Sayuri rubs the lower half of his dick. Sending ways of pleasure through Dario.  Taking his tip and putting her mouth around it. Licking him to get it wet. Dario became very red from being flustered. Enjoying every second of Sayuri playing with him.  Licking up his cock from base to tip sending shivers down his back. Sayuri could tell how close she was to getting him to cum. Rubbing him harder and faster now, putting everything into it. When it finally came out, Sayuri wasted no time. Pushing her boobs up so his cum drips down her body. Keeping one hand on him and rubbing so more came out. Once in a while she put his cock in her mouth again.  Dario watched as Sayuri did this. Sending wave after wave of pleasure through him. Seeing her covered in his cum made him very turned on. Soon deciding to help by rubbing himself. Allowing Sayuri to push her boobs up more. Catching all the cum from him, and licking it off her boobs.  "Shit…." He softly says. Watching as she cleaned up some of it.  "Like what you see?" She teases.  "I always do." Dario smirks.  Allowing the liquid to drip down her body, Sayuri takes his dick in her mouth one last time. Taking whatever they had left. Dario pulls her hair back a bit to watch.  As the last of his cum filled Sayuri's mouth, she gave his tip one last kiss. Looking up she smiles at him," How was that?"  "Amazing." Dario smiles back. It was a little hard to move at the moment," You're amazing."  "Thank you my love." She takes his hand," Now we should clean up."  "Agreed." 

Chapter 2 - Chapter Two

Corrupted Family Summary: Corrupted and mutated by their experience with tentacle rape, your family regularly tries to seduce you.  CHAPTER TWO “James, dinner's almost ready,” said your mom through the barricaded door. “Please come eat with us, dear.” Your stomach growls loudly in answer, but you wont fall for it, “No way! You can't just rape someone like that and expect everything to work out fine!” “We were just trying to help you relax,” she replies, sounding exasperated. “If you'd just let us come in we'd make it up to you, I swear.” Deciding to remain silent, it doesn't take long for her to walk away. You've spent most of the day alternating between sleeping and pacing, trying to figure out what to do now and attempting to forget this morning ever happened. Your family is getting way out of control. You've woken up several times to the sound of one of your sisters grinding on the door, moaning loudly. And you're still doused in Amanda's breast-sperm which, despite having hours pass, has lost none of its adhesiveness, remaining wet and tacky, like half dried paint. The dusky sky slowly turns to night outside your window, bathing a world in moonlight which you long to be a part of again. You're painfully hungry now, but the sounds of furious sex is still wafting up from downstairs, where you can tell your family is currently having a three-way. Knowing what's happening, hearing the noises, you feel really sick. How could they just do that to each other? How could everything go from being so normal to this life surrounded by such animal lusts? Thinking back to when the TREF doctor explained what life would be like, you remember seeing a few of the officers smirking at you and elbowing their friends, as if this would be such a treat; like having a life saturated in mutated, incestuous sex is a great, envious thing. “OH FUUUCK,” yells Jessica's voice from below. You almost gag. Several silent minutes go by before you hear them walking up the stairs, each saying “goodnight” “sleep tight” “sweet dreams” as they passed your bedroom door. Heart hammering against your ribcage, you wait in the dark. You need to get some food in you, and a shower would do a lot of good. But dare you risk going out there? Extracting yourself from the sticky bed was a bit more difficult than you'd thought (you roll a lot in your sleep, which spread the cum out) but, breathing heavily, you carefully remove the chair from your door and peer out into the pitch black hall. Not seeing anyone ready to jump out, you place a foot outside the doorway and immediately lurch back with a grossed-out, “Urgh!” As your eyes adjust, you can see a rather large puddle of thick, milky cum pooled just outside your room. There's also a healthy splattering on the door itself, as well as several dildos imbedded in the puddle. One is still set to vibrate. “Fuck, this is so disgusting,” you hiss aloud, unable to get around the cum-puddle without jumping (and therefore waking up your family). So you step through it, ready to vomit as it washes over and latches to your feet, sticky as Amanda's boob-sperm could ever be. Tracking cum footprints down the stairs, you head right for the refrigerator, grabbing some turkey slices and bread and shoving them down into your demanding stomach. Within minutes you're in the bathroom, door closed behind you and shower on, scrubbing hard at the congealed cum all over your body. Suddenly you hear the door open and the next moment the shower curtain is pulled aside as your naked mother and sisters smile at you. “Thanks for getting the shower ready, James,” chirped Jessica as they all clambered in around you. “Pass the soap please?” “N-no, you can't be in here,” you groan as they press against you. “It's not right...” “Oh calm down, son, we're just trying to clean up,” teased your mom as one of her tails contradicted her statement by rubbing your testicles. “Look, you haven't even washed off properly! No, don't worry, we'll help you.” Spun around to face Amanda's bulging breasts, you can only watch in horror as she milks cum into her hands, before reaching up to lather your head with it. Jessica pushed herself against your back, her cock hanging down, wedged between your butt cheeks as she soaped your chest. “No...,” you moan, you mom's tails wrapped around and stroking your now hard erection. “I... don't... want...” “Oops,” said Jessica as the soap slipped from her hands, “I dropped the soap! Can you get it for me, big brother?” Amanda pressed down on your head, forcing you to bend over, eyes level with your older sister's cum soaked hips. You weren't given much time to react though, as Jessica rammed her massive cock all the way up your virgin ass! “So tight,” Jessie screamed, pounding your butt with merciless ferocity as your world spins, strength sapped from your legs, crashing down into the murky, sperm filling water. All the while your penis and testicles were never left alone by your mother's tails. “Jessica,” cut your mother, angry, “be careful! You'll hurt him!” “But he feels soooo good,” she moaned, plowing you with full, powerful thrusts. “Oh god, oh fuck, aahhhhh!” Warm jets of cum blast into your stomach, almost making you lose your dinner as Jessica's cock sloshes around her orgasm. Two pairs of hands pull you out of the tub, Jessica's cock sliding out of you, making you moan at the sensation. “See, you wore him out,” said Amanda from somewhere above you. “Come on, let's get him to bed...” Your arms are draped over Amanda and your mother's shoulders as they carry your unresponsive body to your bedroom. As they lay you down on your boob-cum stained bed, you feel consciousness quickly slipping away as your vision tunnels to black...  END CHAPTER TWO

Chapter 3 - Chapter Three

Corrupted Family Summary: Corrupted and mutated by their experience with tentacle rape, your family regularly tries to seduce you. CHAPTER THREE Wet. You feel extremely wet, like you're under a light waterfall. You also feel hot and sweaty, which is weird because you've never woken up feeling this way. The first thing you see when you open your eyes is hair. Blinking, you focus and realize that your mom's vagina is grinding against your open mouth. You yell out, but the muffled shout is enough to send her over the edge as her climax explodes in your face. Coughing, she dismounts you and you see Amanda's gushing breasts, pressingly heavily down on your stomach as she moans loudly – Jessica is straddling your hips, thrusting deep inside her sister she rides your own cock. “About time you woke up, sleepy head,” whispered your mom in your ear as Amanda pinched her nipples, blasting her sperm on to your chin. You spluttered as it got in your mouth and eyes – everyone, and everything near you, is drowned in Amanda's thick, sticky breast-cum. “FUCK, oh god, Jessie, do you ever stop,” whined Amanda as Jessica buried all twelve inches of her penis inside her. “I've cum six times now!” “I'll help you out, baby,” said your mom, wrapping her arms around Jessie from behind, a disgusting shlick noise sounding as she pressed their bodies together. “You too, James. You've got to have quite the build up!” You groan as one of her tails easily worms inside your butt, slithering deep inside you before pumping in and out. Amanda crawled off you, revealing Jessica getting the same anal treatment as she slammed her hips hard and fast on your cock. “Let me know how it tastes, James,” cooed Amanda before she stood over you, a copious stream of cum falling out of her vagina directly onto your lips. You tried to move your arms to push her away but Jessica forced them back down, her cock grinding up to your chest as she rode you. “Oh, oh, oh, god, oh god, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, aaahhhhhhh,” yelled Jessie, blasting your head with her orgasm. As she plunges her tight pussy down on your cock, your mother's tail blurring in and out of your bowels, you can't help yourself and moan in ecstasy as you cum inside Jessica, sperm still falling out of Amanda and now down your throat. “Oh my god, he's still going,” exclaimed Jessica, eyes closed and hands on her stomach. “Damn, James!” You can't stop. Ever since your family was mutated you haven't masturbated, thinking you'd be able to ignore the sexual whirlwind around you. But now you're riding an orgasm so high you lose control of yourself and grip Jessica's slight hips, forcing her up and down your shaft as you paint her womb with your seed. Slim fingers worm their way inside Jessica's crowed vagina, kneading your swollen cock held tightly inside your sister. After a few minutes, your climax finally fading away, you hear your mom say, “Mmm, he does taste good.” Jessica collapses next to you, her large cock draped over your shrinking penis. Amanda sat down behind you, her vagina pressed up against your head, massive breasts brushing against your temples, still leaking their sperm. Your mother laid down on your free side, turning your face towards her to kiss you passionately, her tail deep inside you, thrusting ever so slowly. Somewhere in your post-orgasmic haze you still realize that this situation is wrong, disgusting and that you should be ashamed of yourself while running for the hills. But your body betrays you and you fall into the kiss, enjoying the sensations of Jessica cuddling against you and Amanda's breasts slowly leaking onto your shoulders. “We love you so much, James,” whispers your mom, kissing your cheek with a happy smile. You're exhausted, mentally and physically, but you smile back, “I love you too.” And you drift off to sleep... The next day you're surprised to find out that your sex-addicted family is leaving you mostly alone, aside from an occasional butt pinch or kiss of the cheek. It took forever to clean off Amanda's breast-cum; three hours under the shower to be precise. You leave your room as a lost cause – imaging trying to scrub out the buckets of sticky sperm is the stuff of nightmares. You don't feel comfortable about what happened last night, and told your mother and sisters as such. They seemed to understand, but replied in turn that they wont be able to hold back for very long. At times, the memory of last night sickened you to the point of rushing to the toilet and actually losing the contents of your stomach. At others it aroused you to such a degree that you felt mere inches away from jumping your sisters and fucking them all day long. Extremely confused, you were given no time to sort your thoughts when the 'emergency phone' rang, TREF Commander Madeline Brandy on the line. “James, our surveillance has discovered a pack of tentacles heading your way,” she said urgently. “They're getting more intelligent – we've lost three families in the last week.” “God...,” you said, very scared now. “What can I do? How did they get them?” “We believe they used the plumbing, so I'd suggest securing all drains. We'll be able to repel them if they try a surface assault, but if one gets inside the house, call me immediately! We wont have a lot of time to save your family if they do.” “Yes, of course,” you say, already heading towards where you keep the tools. “How long do we have?” “Six hours, at least.” So you spend the next two hours nailing boards over all the drains you could, leaving the toilet for the absolute last minute. Your mother and sisters did nothing to hide their excitement and lust, begging you to let them go back to the tentacles and resorting to masturbation and sex after your refusal. Allowing them to exhaust themselves, you corral your family to the 'safe' room, locking them inside. One hour to go. TREF is usually very accurate at predicting tentacle movement and attack times. Your serrated dagger in hand, you watch anxiously as TREF officers cordon off your property, several climbing down into the sewers. Suddenly you hear it – gunfire outside. Twenty tentacles are attacking the TREF officers, poking out from the dirt. And your reminder that you didn't block the toilet came into the living room in the form of a large, purple tentacle. END CHAPTER THREE

Chapter 2 - Wolf Mother - Lupo

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Chapter 3 - Outbreak - Cindy Lennox

CHAPTER 3  - OUTBREAK It had happened so suddenly. Out of nowhere really. It seemed like just another cool September night in Raccoon City at Jack's Bar. Before Cindy knew it her and what survivors made it out of the bar were suddenly under attack from the neighborhood. The people had lost their minds. Attacking and killing each other in rage like some kind of crazed animals. They lost Bob on the way up to the rooftop. "Snap out of it Cindy" she told herself. "We're not out of this yet..." Mark had just pulled Jim up from the ledge of the roof from the next building over. Kevin nodded to Cindy. "You go first. I'll cover you." She nodded back to Kevin and took a deep breath preparing to leap to the other building. "I got you girl. Come on." Mark said to her as he clapped his hands together signaling for her to jump. Cindy sprinted but there was only so much momentum she could get from running in high heels and it failed her. She jumped trying to reach the rooftop and Mark was just barely able to grab her. "Shit!!" Mark cried out as he missed her hand. She screamed just grabbing onto the ledge for a second with one of here hands. Kevin reached out and yelled to her. "Cindy no!" reaching forward as if able to grab her. Her fingertips slipped away from the ledge and she fell between the buildings with her scream fading as she fell down. The others looked down from above but could see nothing in the darkness between the buildings. Cindy groaned feeling sore on her side. She had lucked out. She had fallen onto one of the alley dumpster's and with even more luck the trash was all soft enough to cushion her fall. "Am...am I really alive?" she said to herself and began rolling over off the garbage and on to the pavement. "Gah!" she held at her hip. "I hope I didn't break anything." She looked ahead where the main street and overheard shouting and gunfire. "What the hell is happening?" She slowly began walking to the other end of the alley with her eyes alert. She could not believe what she witnessed at the other end. Two men were raping a woman in the middle of the street and not far ahead a police officer was being attack by a group of others. They appeared to be mauling him. With her hand over her mouth she came out of the alley and more oout into the open. Suddenly there was a groan at her side. She quickly turned to find two deranged men running towards her with hands reaching out. She screamed out and her hands tried to cover her face when suddenly she was pulled back and a police officer stepped in front of her. "Move!" he yelled and fired his shotgun at the crazed men hitting one in the chest and taking the head clean off the other. Both went down in a shower of blood and gore. Cindy's eyes were struck wide and her shoulders trembled as she sat on her ass in terror at what had just happened. The police officer helped Cindy to her feet. "Officer Ray Douglas Miss. Are you alright?" "What the hell is going on" Cindy replied. "I've no fucking clue but this seems to be happening everywhere." Douglas tells her. A megaphone can be over heard echoing through the night. *Please reach this checkpoint immediately. If you do not we can not guarantee your safety* This is what Cindy and Officer Douglas heard. "That's only a few streets away. We have to go, now!" As he pulled at her arm. "But, the others?!" She cried to him. "There's no time we gotta go! Let's go, now!" Officer Douglas says again to Cindy and pulls her along helping her. They make their way through the doors and into a back allay but not without being noticed by what zombies were out in the street with them. Douglas quickly locks the door behind them to slow them down and buy them more time to escape. "Go, go, go!" He tells Cindy, and both sprint their way to the other end of the alley to find the next door padlocked. "Shit!". Douglas says aloud. "What are we gonna do?!" Cindy panicked to him. "Look out!" Douglas aimed his shotgun to the chain padlock and fired. The blast roared through the nightsky and Cindy covered her ears at the sound of the gunfire. He fired again and the chain was blown to pieces. Douglas kicked the door hard opening it but this victory of escape was short lived as he was shocked to discover a whole group of undead just on the other side. Cindy screamed out and backed away quickly and Douglas went to take aim but was to late. The creatures were just to close and they quickly pounced and overwhelmed him. "Get off! Get off me! Agghhh" He cried out as the zombies clawed and bit at him. Caking him in ripped flesh and blood. After taring out his throat he bled out and died before Cindy's eyes in no time. Cindy made a 180 turn but immediately ran into the arms of one of the ghouls and both fell to the ground. "Let me go! Somebody help me, please!" she screamed out as she kicked her legs and beat her arms against the man. His shirt was torn and pants missing. He stank of rot. Hell he looked dead! He pinned her down at the shoulders on her back and pushed his hips between her legs. Others began gathering around closer to the scene, eager and moaning to join in. "The man forced his tongue inside Cindy's mouth. Not trying to french kiss her but merely reach it as far as he possibly could, tasting her live flesh. Cindy could taste the dead flesh in her mouth and gases from within his body. She began gagging and kicking out. his body was so cold. "He's dead!?!! Jesus they're all dead" she heard herself yell inside here mind. "Zombies?!!! It can't be!" She cried out a moan of disgust. The zombie pulled it's tongue out from her mouth and growled suddenly. Holding her even harder. Cindy coughed and looked at him in terror, wide eyed. What was it going to do to her she thought. It roared out and suddenly began forcing her down more towards it's hips. She was startled feeling something cold but hard  rubbing against her inner thighs. She didn't need to look. She knew it was the dead man's cock and it wanted inside of her. She immediately thought of the zombies raping the woman in the street before. "God no! Please stop! No! Get off  of me!" she cried out trying to push him off but before she could say anymore she was suddenly seized by the throat from another from above. She gagged and her head leaned back to see what was ahead of her and all she got was a glimpse of this pale blue, cold hard cock as it was forced into her mouth. She moaned and gagged a little. Chocking as the zombie did not let up at all stuffing its cock into her mouth and began pumping it's hips, fucking her face. Cindy could barely mutter aloud, let alone breath easily and this creature violated her mouth. She smacked and clawed at his hips to try and fend him off but it was fruitless. It's flesh torn away under her fingernails with ease and he did not react at all. The other man still fought and now won at Cindy's waist. Forcing it's cold, undead member  beneath her skirt and pushing through her panties.. She tried to scream out being penetrated by the cold cock but her writhing only provoked the creatures instinct to fuck even more. These things cared not for love or intimacy. Just to fuck and procreate as much as possible before it's life cycle was at its end and the two zombies lack of patience shown that as they both quickened their paces fucking her at each end. They wasted no time tenderizing and bruising her beautiful, pink flesh with their undead sex. Cindy began to cry and gag at the taste of the dead mans cock in here mouth. She could taste something, something warm yet unusual. Was this it's cum? It's precum? Cindy has given head before and knows the taste but this was very different? Whatever it was it was vile and she wanted nothing more than to get away or just be dead. Anything was better than this. She hated that her body was beginning to like this. She could feel her nipples harden and although the zombies cock in her pussy was cold her pussy began to clamp at it and lubricate for it. Her body wanted this monster's seed. Both creatures now picked up pace much faster and breathed heavily. They were nearing climax. Cindy could feel it at both ends inside of her. She wanted to get away but instead her hips and legs bucked more in rhythm with the monster's movements. She moaned aloud as much as she could with her mouth stuffed full of undead cock but it was fruitless. The zombie below her grabbed at her tits, taring her shirt open a little and gave a hard thrust and groan aloud as it spilled its contaminated sperm inside of her. Cindy coughed and gagged as she felt the cock of the other dead man throbbing and pulsating at the end of her throat as it pumped it's seed in her. When it pulled out Cindy gagged and vomited. A combination of puke and green thick liquid running down her cheek onto the pavement. The other hand pulled out as well with some of it's seed staining her skirt from beneath. The zombies then shambled away as if not even noticing her now. She lied there shaking a little but soon struggling to get to her feet before any others could get to her. She noticed none were paying attention now but she wasted no time standing around. She jumped into a near by canal to escape and made her way into the sewers. She sat there for a moment in shock thinking to herself and buttoning her shirt back up. She slowly got back to her feet and limped her way through the sewer tunnels with her arm at her torso. She felt strange. It wasn't the rape exactly. Her body felt sorta, different. Finding a ladder she made her way up and back onto the street but there was nobody to be found. She knew she needed to find shelter and now. Just to the left was the Apple Inn. She limped over to it and went inside, closing the door behind her. Wet, dirty and a real mess she called out. "Anybody? Is anybody here?!" As she shook. "Ugh" she let out suddenly and pressed her palm to her belly. "What's going on?...Why?..." Again she groaned and fell back against the reception desk yet still standing. Just leaning against it. Cindy screamed and placed both hands quickly to her stomach and leaned forward. "What's happening?!! Oh my god!" She grinded her teeth together and squealed at the pain looking to her mid section watching as it began to suddenly grow and expand in size. She was pregnant she knew. Something was growing inside of her. "This isn't happening! This isn't happening!" her words echoed through the main lobby. In less than a minute her belly was overly huge, overly pregnant. Sticking out between her work skirt and shirt. She held at the desk behind her to support her new weight. She watched on in terror as something was moving inside her. Her head jerked back and she groaned aloud as whatever it was jerking forward, stretching her stomach and making her back arch. It happened again and she groaned even louder. Clamping both hands now at each side of her pregnant belly. Uncontrollably she pissed herself and groaned again with her head upwards and mouth wide opened, coughing strangely. She coughed once more very heavily then made the sound of trying to vomit and suddenly a tongue erupted upwards from her mouth followed by a shower of blood spilling all over her face. Her eyes rolled back and her body collapsed to the ground. She lied there on the floor, convulsing. The tongue slide back within Cindy's mouth and into her body. Her belly jerked forward again, splitting some. Once more and her back arched and the licker burst forward from her womb. Flickering it's tongue about and crying out as it pulled itself from from Cindy's belly. A new creature was brought into the world. 

Chapter 1 - Supergirls new work

Kara In-Ze, the last daughter of Argo. Biological cousin to Superman himself, she’s known throughout the world as Supergirl, one of many heroes that protect Earth’s peace. But while most picture her as a beautiful blond with piercing emerald-colored eyes flying through the sky while wearing her blue, white, and red uniform, she has another identity.   Kara Kent, the teenage, adopted daughter of the Kent family.   Kara is a shy and clumsy but sweet young woman who dreams of someday becoming a reporter for the Daily Planet just like her foster cousin, Clark Kent. Kara has long brown hair, which she usually ties into a ponytail, and tends to wear glasses to hide the fact that she has the same sapphire eyes as her supposed foster cousin.   All in all, she’s a not-so-normal teenager, trying her best to balance her life between being one of humanity’s most powerful superheroes and a normal high-school girl working hard to get into a good university.   Of course, even with her trying her best, sometimes life has a way to cause trouble for people, and in her case, the approaching problems will threaten to destroy all of her efforts to date….   *sigh*   Kara sighed. It was Monday, which meant that she had to be back in school early in the morning even after a long night of crime fighting as her alter-ego. She grumbled while standing up from her bed, quickly removing her pink-colored pajamas and matching-colored panties before taking a quick hot shower.   After her shower, she pulled a new pair of underwear from her dresser together with her school uniform before placing it on top of her bed. She was about to put everything on when she suddenly stopped before turning to look at her naked reflection in the mirror.   Kara took a few steps before standing in front of the mirror completely naked. After looking at her reflection from head to toe, she couldn’t help but sigh dejectedly. Her breasts had stopped growing once they reached B-cup, but luckily her waistline had remained thin while her thighs had filled up this past few months.    She was a beautiful young woman by all metrics but there is no teenage girl that lacks insecurities in this world.   “I hope they get bigger.” Said Kara while cupping her breasts before shaking her head once more.   “Forget about it, let’s hurry.”   Kara finished dressing before going down to the first floor of the Kent Family farm where her adoptive parents were already having breakfast.   “I made you some pancakes.” Said Martha, her adoptive mother, while placing a plate of freshly made pancakes on the table.   “You were out until late last night Kara. I even sent a message to Clark.” Said Jonathan, her adoptive father, while looking at today’s edition of the Daily Planet.   “I didn’t come back thaaat late, did I? answered Kara while walking over to both her parents and giving them each a good morning kiss on their cheeks.    Jonathan huffed annoyed as he folded the newspaper before placing it on the table. Martha smiled while looking at her husband who was easily satisfied with just a kiss from his adopted daughter, his anger quickly dissipating.   “We understand that you have things you want to do honey, but you can’t stay out late when it’s a school night. Your father is only worried about you.”   “I know, I know.” Kara took a bite of a piece of pancake before suddenly remembering what her grandfather had said just moments before.   “You... you messaged Clark?”   “Yes, your mother taught me how to send messages with my cellphone. It’s pretty convenient.”   “What did he say?” asked Kara with a tinge of anger in her tone.   The last time her father had called him, he had rushed over to where she was at literally the speed of sound. As a young superhero trying her best to protect the world, the fact that her older cousin had rushed over to where she was just because of a single call from her parents was incredibly embarrassing. She could still remember the muffled laughter of the policemen who were at the scene arresting the robbers she had detained.   “If you want to know if he’s keeping an eye on your or not, then the answer is no. He said that we shouldn’t worry too much about you and that he knows that you’re smart enough to know your limits. He also asked me to tell you that he’ll get you a phone so you can call him anytime.” Answered Jonathan while eating a piece of freshly made bacon.   “A phone?” Kara’s anger immediately disappeared, easily replaced with excitement.   Jonathan sighed after seeing his daughter’s reaction.   ‘Girls nowadays only care about these gadgets….’ He thought before answering “You’ll get it for your birthday so don’t get too excited.”   Kara nodded her head while smiling brightly. Nowadays all her friends had a smartphone, but her adoptive parents were still of the belief that youngsters didn’t need things like that.   After receiving such good news so early in the morning, Kara enjoyed her breakfast before leaving for school with a smile on her face.   “Today’s gonna be a good day.” She said while walking to the back of the house before quickly flying off into the air.   It took her only a few minutes to reach her school, landing in a place she knew no one ever visited, before joining the rest of the students walking on the sidewalk.   She chatted with her friends while waiting for the homeroom teacher to arrive. They all scrambled to their seats the moment they saw their teacher entering the room while holding a small, yellow-colored box with question marks printed on its surface.   “Good morning students, today I have an important announcement to make.” The teacher spoke with excitement while placing the box on top of an empty desk.   “As part of a new Community Approach Program implemented by Metropolis, our school as well as others in the surrounding area, has been invited to participate in an internship program. You’ll all be traveling to Metropolis to work in different sectors and companies to learn more about the day-to-day life of working adults.”   Hearing about this new assignment for the first time, everyone had different reactions. Some students grumbled at the news, annoyed about having to move to Metropolis for schoolwork while others seemed excited about the prospect of experiencing city life, but Kara was different from the others.   Her eyes shined brightly as she thought about a certain company located in Metropolis. ‘The Daily Planet! I’ll be able to work together with Clark and Lois!’   The teacher waited for the class to calm down before pointing at the box on top of the desk.   “The company you’ll be working at will be assigned by lottery. Some people back in Metropolis were worried that most of you would choose the same company after hearing more about the program so it was decided that you’ll be assigned randomly with the use of a lottery app.”   Kara froze in place.   Her dream of working together with her cousin and one of her idols was instantly crushed.   ‘No!’ She thought while tightening her fist into a ball.   ‘Today’s a good day! Delicious pancakes in the morning, Clark buying the phone, and even the chance to work with my idol! I’m sure luck’s on my side! B-but… I wish I would have known… I could have worn my lucky underwear...’   One by one each of the students pulled a piece of paper from the box. The paper only had a number written on it instead of a company name.   The teacher waited until everyone had taken a piece of paper from the box before nodding her head.   “Now that everyone has their number, allow me to explain more about the program. While you’ll be working as unpaid interns, the companies themselves will be paying for both accommodations and living expenses. This unfortunately will create a situation where some of you will receive more than others, but don’t worry as we’ll make sure that everyone will be comfortable during their stay.”   With that bomb dropped out of nowhere, the students audibly complained after realizing why they weren’t able to choose which company they would work for.   The teacher shook her head understanding her students' frustration.   ‘The higher-ups back in Metropolis probably did this to save some money from the budget, but some companies won’t be able to pay as much as others. If they hadn’t thought about this lottery system, most students would have chosen the same company. Who doesn’t know which place has the most money in Metropolis?’   “Ok, ok, calm down everyone. I understand what you’re thinking but there’s nothing that can be done. Let’s move on to which company you’ll be visiting starting next week.”   The teacher ignored the complaints of her students while pulling a list from an envelope that came together with the box.   “Please pay attention to the number written on the paper. Number 1, you’ll be working at….”   Some students celebrated while others complained. Kara had her hands locked together while praying to Rao for a lucky draw.   “Number 20, you’ll be working at The Daily Planet.”   Kara heard the Daily Plaet’s name being called out,   ‘This is it!’ she thought, quickly looking at the wrinkled paper in her hands.   “Twe-Twenty-one…”   “Number 21, you’ll be working at LexCorp.”   Some students cried in disappointment after losing the Golden Goose to Kara, but the most shocking reaction came from Kara herself.   “Le-LexCorp?! No way! I can’t go to LexCorp!” Kara stood up from her chair while involuntarily raising her voice.   “Miss Kent? What’s wrong?” asked the teacher with a confused expression on her face.   “I can’t work at LexCorp! I’m-I’m! I’m-”   Supergirl!!!   She barely managed to swallow the last word back before it could leave her mouth.   “You’re… what? Miss Kent” The teacher raised an eyebrow in confusion at Kara’s behavior.   “I… I… I’m a-against some of their practices… Yes! T-that’s it! I’m against some of their practices in recent years. Wasn’t the president, Lex Luthor himself, accused of instigating conflicts in developing nations just recently? I can’t work with such an unscrupulous organization!”   “If she doesn’t want it then give it to me!” Her classmate had spoken half in jest but some took it seriously. For a moment, all Kara could hear was most of her classmates asking to trade companies with them.    Seeing this reaction from everyone around her, Kara glanced at the person who had gotten the Daily Planet as his place of work, but unfortunately, they seemed uninterested in trading.   “Enough.” Said the teacher while raising her hand.   “Everyone please calm down. You are not allowed to change the company you got, so don’t even try it. Miss Kent, I understand what you mean but perhaps working together with those in LexCorp will give you a new perspective on things.”   “But-“ Kara tried to speak but the teacher interrupted her.   “No buts. Haven’t you heard that one of the best ways to change an organization is to change it from the inside? Take this as an opportunity Miss Kent, no, a challenge! But enough with that, let’s continue. Number 22….”   Kara wanted to say something, but it was obvious that the teacher wanted to get on with the class.    She sat down on her chair, defeated, head down, mumbling to herself. “I can’t. I really can’t.”   ‘How can Supergirl work for Lex Luthor? T-this is crazy. What will the others say? Oh, no… what will Clark say? What will he do?! I can’t let him know. No way can he learn about this.’ The rest of the day went by in the blink of an eye. Kara even tried talking to the teacher after class, but the answer was the same, a resounding no. Finally giving up, Kara had no other choice but to fly back home.   Back at the farm, Kara went straight to her room without saying a thing to her parents.    Seeing their daughter run straight to her room, they looked at each other before walking over to her room.   *knock* *knock*   “Honey, I’m here with your grandfather. What happened? Is everything ok?”   Kara opened her room door before explaining about the Community Approach Program to her parents. Once she was done, her shoulders drooped. She felt as if she was on the verge of crying, not out of sadness but pure frustration.   After a moment of thought, Martha was the first to speak “I think we should tell Clark, just in case.”   Hearing her mother’s words, Kara desperately shook her hands. “No! We can’t tell Clark!”   “Kara, you know that that man is responsible for a lot of bad in this world. If something were to happen to you then I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”   “I agree with your mother Kara.”   “No! No… it’s… we really can’t Mom and Dad. Even if Clark were to speak with the school, he would just get the same answer. If he intervenes as Superman, then our secret identities would be in danger, after all, why would Superman help a random girl from Smallville with a school assignment?”   The two elderly couple looked at each other while keeping silent. She was right.   “Then, maybe he can keep an eye on you? Make sure that man doesn’t hurt you.”   “No! That would be even worst! I’m sure Luthor would notice if Superman was keeping an eye on someone in his building.”   Kara kept coming up with excuses to not tell Clark out of selfishness. She was at an age where she wanted some independence. Even more so as her superheroine persona. She was certain that the moment Clark learned about the situation he would do everything in his power to keep an eye on her, both as Clark and as Superman.   She knew that he would be doing everything to keep her safe, but it still irked her.   She was from Argo. She was a Kryptonian. She was Supergirl!   While fighting Luthor would be akin to suicide, she wasn’t going to LexCorp as Supergirl. She was Kara Kent, a normal student from a high school 100 miles from Metropolis. If she couldn’t even keep herself safe while using her public identity, then she wouldn’t be able to call herself a hero anymore.   “I won’t even be working with him, Mom. I’ll be working with the Public Relations Department. I’m sure I won’t even see the hem of his clothes.”   Martha looked at her husband who simply shook his head before sighing. She thought for a second before finally relenting. “Ok, we won’t tell Clark. But if anything happens, and I mean anything, we’ll call him straight away. Your safety is more important than anything to us honey.”   Kara felt her heart tighten at her mother’s words but still kept silent. This was her problem, and she would deal with it herself. There was no reason to involve her older cousin. She could handle it.   Seeing her daughter’s expression change, Martha took a few steps forwards before hugging her.   “Promise me that you’ll be safe.” She asked.   “I promise. I promise Mom… dad… I promise nothing will happen to me.” answered Kara.   ***************************************************************   A week went by, and Kara’s first civilian workday finally arrived.   Standing together with a teacher inside LexCorp central offices, she looked around with a newfound curiosity.   “We’re here on the behest of the Community Approach program.” Said the teacher to the charming woman sitting behind the counter.   “Oh! welcome! We were expecting you.” The receptionist stood up from her chair with a bright smile on her face. She walked out from the counter before standing in front of Kara.   “Is this young lady the student that will be working with us?”   “Yes. Go on, introduce yourself.” Said the teacher while tapping Kara on the shoulder with his hand.   “I’m Kara, Kara Kent.”   The receptionist’s eyes opened slightly in surprise. “Kent? Are you perhaps related to Clark Kent from the Daily Planet?”   “He’s… my cousin.”   “Oh my! Haha, I’ll have to ask you not to reveal any of our secrets to your cousin then.” The receptionist spoke in a joking tone while placing her finger on top of her lips, but Kara didn’t find it funny at all.   ‘Secrets? As if Luthor would be dumb enough to keep any important secrets here.’   Missing her change in expression, the receptionist pointed at the elevators with her hand. “I’ll guide you to the floor you’ll be working on. Do you have your bag with you?”   “I have it.” said the teacher before pushing the suitcase he had by his side forward.   “Then please leave the bag with one of our security guards. We’ll be placing Miss Kara in one of the company-owned apartments, so we can take care of the luggage from here.”   “Then please do.” Said the teacher while handing the suitcase to a nearby guard before turning to look at Kara. “Kara, please remember to always keep an open mind. Miss Cindy told me about what happened during the lottery and asked me to remind you.”   “I… I will.” answered Kara with a nod.   “Perfect, then I’ll leave you to it. If you need anything urgent or something happens, then please contact any of the teachers that are staying in the city. Good luck.” The receptionist waited for the teacher to leave before speaking. “Then please, if you could follow me.”   Kara was quickly led to one of the top floors of LexCorp Tower. The workers here all welcomed her warmly, making similar jokes about not revealing any secrets to her cousin or even jokingly complaining about how hard he made it for them sometimes.   *clap* *clap* *clap*   “Ok, ok, enough with the jokes. You all need to get back to work.”   A beautiful woman with measurements that rivaled even Wonder Woman clapped her hands dispersing the other workers.   “Welcome to our department… Kara… can I call you Kara?”   “Y-yes, of course.”   Kara, who was nervous about her current situation, answered while nodding her head a bit too fast.   “Haha, that’s good to hear. Ok then, before we start with today’s work, you need to meet someone first.”   “Meet someone? Is it the manager?” asked Kara.   “Haha, not exactly. Please follow me.”   The department chief lead Kara inside the elevator before pressing the button that led to the top floor of the building.   Kara was taken aback, she knew whose office would be on the top floor, but before she could say anything, the doors to the elevator were already opening.    She instinctively lowered her head afraid that perhaps Luthor would recognize her. An unfounded fear, but one still in her head.   “President, I brought the student that will be working with us for the next month as part of the program proposed by the city council.”   Kara heard the Chief’s introduction while trying to assure herself, ‘Everything will be fine… I’m Kara Kent right now. He doesn’t know who I am.’    After repeating this to herself a few times, Kara finally gained the courage to raise her head.    Sitting behind a desk in the middle of an office the size of an entire floor, Lex Luthor himself.   Wearing a black three-piece suit while holding his hands in front of him as he pressed his fingertips together, the bald man look like the supervillain he was in his free time.   Luthor looked at Kara for a moment, his expression unchanged, before nodding his head. “I see.”   “She’ll be working together with us in the public-”   *slurp* *zuru zuru* sluuuurp*   Kara, who was trying her best to act as a normal student suddenly froze. She could hear something that didn’t match the TPO thanks to her super hearing.   ‘What’s that noise?’   *zuru zuru* sluuuuuurp* *guh* *suck*   She glanced at the chief standing beside her before looking around the office.   ‘Is someone eating an ice pop? In Lex Luthor’s office? No way.’   *suck* *sluuurp* *zuru zuru*   Looking over the floor-size office was easy. Besides having almost no furniture, the only people here were the three of them, so it didn’t take long.   *slurrpt* *gah* *suck*   Kara’s eyebrows furrowed. ‘Really, where is that noise coming from?’   After looking around one last time, Kara’s eyes eventually landed on Luthor, no, to be more exact, they landed on the desk in front of him. ‘It’s coming from there?’   *slurp* *suck* *zuru zuru*   She stared at the desk for a moment, half listening to the explanation the Public Relations Chief was giving to Luthor, before activating her x-ray vision.   It had been out of curiosity. She found the sound extremely out of place and so wanted to figure out what it was. Nothing more.   But just as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat. The instant she saw what was going on under Luthor’s desk, Kara yelped unconsciously before turning her X-vision off.   Both Luthor and the Chief turned to look at Kara, whose face was now redder than a fresh tomato.   “Miss Kara? What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?”   *zuru zuru* sluuuuuurp* *guh* *suck*   “I-I… N-No, I’m sorry… I just… I….”   Kara was a fumbling mess. Not only had she had a clear look at what was happening under the desk, but she also kept hearing it because of her super hearing.   ‘W-why are they doing that here…. Isn’t she the receptionist from before?’   The chief looked at Kara with worry before turning to Luthor.   “President, sir, I think that Miss Kara must be tired because of the trip here. I’ll take her to one of the resting areas.”   Luthor’s expression remained unchanged as he nodded his head in agreement. “It would be for the best. She does look a bit flustered for some reason.”   *slurp* *suck* *zuru zuru*   Luthor’s words mixed with the sound of what was happening under his desk, making Kara blush even more.   “Let’s go, Miss. Kara.”   The chief helped Kara into the elevator while worrying about her condition. Her change had come out of nowhere.   ‘She was perfectly fine before. What if she’s sick? The first guest we have after the allegations gets sick? That won’t be good for our current image.’ she thought as she pressed the button for the rest area.   Kara took a deep breath as the noise subsided once she was inside the elevator. Was it because of how elevators are built that it was harder to hear if she wasn’t actively trying to?    No, that didn’t matter right now, what mattered was that she could escape that office, she could escape that entire situation.   She was able to relax a bit but just before the elevator’s doors closed, she raised her head where she could still see Lex Luthor sitting behind his desk. The man, whose expression hadn’t changed throughout this entire situation, suddenly smiled, or at least that’s what she believed she saw.   The elevator doors finally closed, and Kara could feel her face turning red once more. ‘He smiled? No… no I must have imagined it…. By Rao… w-what is w-wrong with them… T-that was a blowjob right? How could they be doing that in plain daylight.’   She wasn’t completely innocent. She knew what a blowjob was thanks to the internet. But for Kara, that was an act one would only do with a lover at night in the privacy of your home. At most, it was something that people would do as part of a pornographic movie, not something one did in a normal office.   ‘I… I’m shocked… is Luthor some sort of s-sexual deviant?’   The scene she had seen was still fresh in her mind. The receptionist, dressed in formal clothes, was bobbing her head in a way Kara had only seen in movies. Her hand seemed to be touching her pussy, pleasuring herself, which Kara could only assume had added to the noises she had heard back then.   At last, the smile Luthor had given her sent shivers down her spine.   ‘No… no… I’m sure I imagined it… I’m sure… What reason would he have to smile like that? That smile… that made me feel strange…’ The chief led Kara to a rest area where she could finally sit. She even gave her some water after touching Kara’s forehead and realizing she was a bit feverish.   As Kara drank the water, she tried her best to stop herself from remembering the scene she had witnessed but every time she would picture it again. This only made her turn even redder as her temperature increased, which led to the chief sending her to the apartment that had been assigned to her to rest.   ***************************************************************   Back in Luthor’s office, the new intern who was assigned as one of the building’s receptionists tried to take as much of Luthor’s dick as she could inside her throat. Finally reaching his limit, Luthor grunted before releasing his load deep inside the intern’s throat.   *gulp* *gah*   “Oh, that’s good. That’s very good. You did a great job” Said Luthor while patting the intern’s head.   Luthor waited for her to drink all his semen before removing his hand, pulling his dick out of her mouth, and standing up from his desk.   “We’ll have dinner later. Right now I have some work to do so I need you to go back to the reception desk.” He said while zipping his pants.   The intern looked at Luthor with glazed eyes still kneeling below his desk. She wanted more, but it was obvious that he wouldn’t give it to her even if she tried her best to seduce him.   “Haha don’t worry, we can continue later tonight.” Knowing what the girl wanted, he made a promise before extending her hand to help her get up.    The girl crawled from below the desk before standing up with Luthor’s help. She was about to pull her panties up when Luthor suddenly stopped her.   “Give them to me. I’ll keep them safe and give them back when we meet later. Consider it my way of showing that I’ll keep my promise.”   The intern blushed before sliding her underwear down her leg. Luthor happily received the pair of plain, white-colored underwear before groping one of the girl’s ass cheeks.   “Go, go, now, Daddy’s gotta work.”   Luthor waited for the girl to leave before throwing her panties on top of his desk as a smile slowly crept on his face.   “I thought you were going to fuck her. Isn’t she right in your strike zone?”   At some point, a set of secret stairs appeared on the floor. A woman was walking out of the secret compartment with clear confusion on her face.    She was wearing a blue suit with her brown hair falling on her shoulders, giving her a professional look.   Mercy Graves glanced at the underwear on top of Luthor’s desk before shaking her head.   “Sending a poor girl back to work without her panties. You have no tact.”   “That is not important right now.”   Mercy was slightly taken aback by Luthor’s tone of voice. He wasn’t his usual serious self, instead, she could hear the clear delight in his tone. No, it was only his tone, as the smile on his face was hard to miss once she turned to look at him.   “What happened? Why are you so happy?”   “Haha, why wouldn’t I be happy?”   Mercy only stared at him, waiting for him to explain. She wouldn’t play his games.   “You know who was here moments before?”   “The chief of Public Relations and some High School girl that we’re forced to mentor because of your community service settlement?”   “Yes! Exactly!” answered Luthor as his amusement increased. “And do you know who that girl is?” he asked. “The hell would I know.” Said Mercy while shrugging her shoulders. “Haha, well… actually, you might not even recognize her even if you saw her.”   Luthor walked over to the side before standing in an open area. In an instant, a computer began rising from another secret compartment on the floor.   Mercy’s eyes twitched the moment she saw the computer rising from the ground. Most people would have found the gimmick of a rising computer amazing enough, but what always surprised her was the origin of the computer itself.   A computer made with the intent of rivaling Batman’s computer. A supercomputer only people as rich as them could ever dream of owning.   Luthor took a sit before entering some commands. The computer instantly displayed several files together with a blown-up image of a blond superhero dressed in blue, white, and red.   Mercy looked at the photo in shock before turning to look back at Luthor.   “Supergirl? That girl is Supergirl?”   Luthor laughed while nodding his head, clearly amused by the situation. “And that Supergirl is here for the next month. Don’t you find it amusing Mercy? Supergirl? Superman’s cousin? Working for me? Haha, it almost sounds like a joke.”   Mercy half chuckled. She did find it somehow amusing, but not at the level her boss seemed to.   ‘It’s a worker's job to laugh together with their boss I suppose.’ As that rude thought crossed her mind, Mercy’s eyes slowly moved to the object on top of Luthor’s regular desk.    Plain-looking white-colored panties.   It only took her an instant to cross the dots on her head. A possibility that she quickly tried to deny. “No way… boss… you couldn’t possibly be thinking…”   “Of fucking Supergirl?” answered Luthor while chuckling.   Mercy shook her hands and head in a hurry. “No way… that’s suicide boss! Even that boy scout of a man would lose his shit if you fucked her cousin!” Luthor slowly shook his head while clicking his tongue, clearly annoyed by Mercy’s reaction.   “You don’t seem to know Superman at all Mercy. He might get angry, but he won’t do anything as long as I don’t break the law.”   Luthor smirked. “As long as she gives herself willingly to me, then he won’t do anything. No, he can’t do anything.”   “And you think that she’ll do that? Do you seriously believe yourself to be such a master seducer that you can get the cousin of your greatest enemy to bend over for you?”   Luthor scoffed at Mercy’s question. “Please. Enemies or not, what can a teenager do against my charms? I’m even willing to bet that I’ll have her begging to be bred by me before month’s end.”   This time it was Mercy who scuffed. “Ok, let’s bet on it then.”   ***************************************************************   Kara let out a sigh while sitting alone inside her assigned apartment.   “What a day. Out of everything I imagined could happen today, never in a thousand years would I have even considered that I would see someone sucking Lex Luthor’s penis.”   The scene came back to her, making her shake her head as if trying to shake the image out of her mind.   “Let’s take a quick shower to calm down. I…. I’m feeling way too stuffy right now…”   Kara began undressing but suddenly stopped the moment she was left with only her underwear left. A peculiar feeling was coming from between her legs, one she had felt only a couple of times before.   “No way. No way, no way, no way.”   She took her panties off before holding them in front of her. It wasn’t that obvious, one could barely see it, but there was a wet patch on her panties.   Gulping down, she used one of her fingers to touch her pussy, quickly confirming the worst-case scenario.   “I... I’m wet?”   Kara threw her panties away while shaking her head in denial.   “No, no, no, no, no… this can’t be…. This… this… this… this is normal right? Any girl would get slightly turned on after seeing that, right? yeah, that’s it… this is a normal physical reaction! It’s normal!”   She convinced herself before rushing into the bathroom. A few seconds later, a loud yelp came from inside it as Kara had chosen to take a cold shower this time.   A normal physical reaction. She wasn’t wrong.   But everything has to start from somewhere and a normal physical reaction can quickly grow into something else. Something not even the man of steel would be able to stop.  

Chapter 1 - Penny Rides the Train

"Excuse me, is this your daughter?" Penny had noticed the woman the moment she entered the train carriage. She was tall, or at least her shoes and straight, confident posture made her seem that way, dressed in business attire that was casual enough to show some cleavage. Penny wasn't very good at judging the age of people more than a few years older than herself, but when the woman started reading some papers from her briefcase she put on glasses and Penny's mother had recently started doing the same thing so she guessed that she was in her early forties. The woman had sat down across from them without giving them a second glance, much less the woman with the stroller or the older woman reading a magazine seated on opposite ends of the carriage. Penny had pretended to be busy with her phone but secretly she'd watched the woman from under her bangs. She didn't use to be this fascinated by women, by looking at their bodies. If only that had been the only thing that changed. But then the woman had put her papers away and looked at them. Penny's heart had skipped a beat when she saw the woman's gaze flick down between her legs, the way she smiled when she saw... "Oh yes, this is Penelope. Say 'Hello' to the nice lady, Penelope." Penny swallowed, too flustered to meet the stranger's gaze. "H-hello, ma'am." "So adorable. And she's a futa, I see?" Penny blushed and shifted in her seat. The question was a pure formality as her dress was, in accordance with law and custom, short enough that the tip of her penis was visible beneath the hem. She resisted the urge to cross her legs, assisted by the discreet touch of her mother's hand on her thigh. "That's right. She turned just a few months ago." Penny could hear the beaming pride in her mother's voice. She felt herself blush even more, partly over being praised in public and partly because her mother had never showed this level of pride in her before she became a futa, no matter how well she did in school, or in ballet, or with the violin, or on the volleyball team. Now all that was over with, of course. Those feverish, half-forgotten weeks when her penis emerged had changed her life for ever. Being a futa meant she wasn't meant for academics or art or sports. She was meant for... "Oh, a late bloomer! How exciting that must be!" Penny's cheeks burned again. Most girls turned in their early teens and had plenty of time to get used to their condition before anyone else was allowed to touch them, but she was almost nineteen. For some reason there were a lot of women who seemed to find it enticing that she was so inexperienced. "Do you mind if I take a closer look?" "Not at all! Penelope, be a good girl and join... what's you're name, if you don't mind me asking? I'm Carmen." "Oh, I'm so sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself! I'm Marie." Marie and Penny's mother both half-rose from their seats to shake hands. The slight shake of the carriage made them a little unsteady which drew smiles from them both. Penny sat frozen in her seat, even though she had been almost certain that this was what was coming, anticipation and embarrassment fighting to a standstill inside her. It wasn't until her mother touched her shoulder that she succeeded in defeating her paralysis and rose to her feet to stiffly cross the train carriage and sit herself down in the seat next to Marie. Penny put her hands on her thighs like she had been taught, ready to pull up the hem of her dress if that was requested and out of the way if the woman - Marie - wanted to put her hand between her legs, and she kept her knees pointed outward at a slight angle to provide easy access to any such explorations. She kept her eyes closed, unable to meet her mother's proud gaze and too embarrassed by the sensation of her penis starting to grow to look down. Marie changed her posture, turning halfway towards Penny, reaching out to draw her fingers up and down her bare arm. "That's a very pretty dress, Penelope. Is it new?" "Y-yes, ma'am. W-we bought it l-last week." Penny's mouth was dry and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. The only one watching was her mother, the woman with the the stroller having left at the last stop and the older woman still busy with her magazine, but being out in public still made Penny nervous and having someone... do things... to her where others could see was extremely embarrassing. Her mother kept assuring her she'd get used to it, but she didn't see how she could ever feel like it was normal. All the other futas she'd seen or met had turned when they were much younger, but for Penny there hadn't been any time to acclimatize. "If you've gone through the change so recently, then you still have your ribbon, yes?" "Y-yes, ma'am." "May I see it?" Penelope swallowed. "Of... of course, ma'am." Penelope gripped the hem of her dress with stiff and sweaty fingers, slowly pulling it up to reveal more of her penis, including the silk ribbon tied around it with a small bow. All futas wore the ribbon for the first year they were publicly available, as a reminder to their users that they were inexperienced and should be handled gently. Penny's ribbon was a dark red to match the accents on her otherwise pink, frilly dress. Her mother had tied it for her this morning, making sure it was tight enough to not fall off when she was soft without being too restrictive when she was hard. "Oh, that's so cute!" Marie reached down and drew the backs of her bright red nails down the shaft of Penny's penis. Penny couldn't fully suppress a shudder as her breath caught in her throat at the light touch, a deep blush burning her cheeks as she felt her member start to respond. "Such a pretty little cock. I'm sure all the other futas are jealous." Penny boggled at the thought of anyone calling the meaty appendage between her legs 'little' so she instead of trying to respond she kept quiet and focused on her breathing, struggling to keep it slow as Marie kept teasing her penis with her nails and fingertips. The older woman shifted in her seat, her breast pressing lightly against Penny's arm as she leaned in close enough for her breath to wash over Penny's bare neck. "If you only turned a few months ago you haven't had many women touch you yet, have you? Is that right, Penelope? Am I one of your first?" Penelope nodded stiffly, swallowing before she found her voice. "Y-yes, ma'am. We... we've only been o-out a f-few times." Penny felt her penis start to rise under Marie's gentle fingers, her pulse pounding in it as it swelled. Marie pressed her smiling lips against Penny's neck and pulled her dress down enough that she could kiss Penny's shoulder. "You don't need to be nervous, pretty Penelope. I'll only use my hand. But I would very much like to make you cum. Would you like that?" Marie's voice was a soft, hot whisper against Penny's skin, and she felt herself nodding. It was true, she did want to cum, in spite of the embarrassment of doing so in public. The constant worry that she would meet someone she knew, one of her friends from school or from the volleyball team, or that they would hear about how she had been used, that worry was still there but it was receding in importance, smothering under the warm, insistant, pounding need in the pit of her stomach. She was also surprised. So far, the few women she had interacted with had wanted her to jerk off for them or else just tease her to make her hard. "Y-yes, ma'am." She had never been this easily aroused before she turned. Sure, she would get turned on and masturbate from time to time, but now it happened constantly. Between her few encounters with women in public she would get uncontrollably horny and masturbate at least every few hours, sometimes one time after the other several times in a row. Marie wrapped her fingers around Penelope's slowly stiffening hard-on. She stayed true to her word, her touch very gentle as she started to move her hand up and down very slowly, languidly stroking Penelope's member. "Not so little anymore, but just as pretty. Let's see if we can't make it bigger still." Penny tried to stifle a moan as Marie did something with her fingers around the edge of the tip of Penny's cock. "Say it, Penelope. I want to hear you say it." Marie's voice was gentle but insistant. "Say you want me to make you cum." "I... I want you to make me... make me... c-cum... ma'am." Marie smiled against her neck again, then kissed her, again, again, higher each time, until she caught her earlobe between her lips, sucking it gently before letting it go. "Very good, Penelope. You're such a good girl." Penny leaned her head away from Marie to give her better access and the older woman took full advantage of this, her lips and tongue wandering up and down Penelope's neck as she kep slowly stroking her long, thick, stiffening shaft with one hand while the other played with her hair. "You really do have a beautiful cock. Once this ribbon comes off" - Marie trailed the edge of the inch wide band of silk with her fingerips - "there won't be a woman around who won't want you to stick it in her." Marie took a firmer hold of Penny's almost fully hard cock - God, she was really starting to use that word even in her own mind - and shook it playfully, then started stroking it again, a little faster now, then she slowed down and squeezed, not too hard, just enough to push a little drop of clear precum out of the tip. Marie shifted her grip and caught the drop with her thumb, then spread it over the tip of Penny's cock. The intensity of the sensation made Penny gasp and buck her hips against Marie's hand. The older woman grinned and continued to rub her thumb over Penny's sensitive glans. "Have you tasted your own cum, Penelope?" Penny shivered, both at the pleasure of what Marie was doing to her... her cock, and at her words. She had tasted her own cum, once out of curiosity and once as an accident when she had masturbated and her release had been particularly forceful and plentiful, spattering up over her chest and onto her lips. Both times she had found it simultaneously repulsive and erotic, somehow taboo and shameful. But as Marie kept rubbing her tip with her thumb, Penny found she couldn't lie to her. She bit her lower lip and nodded, her eyes tightly closed as her cheeks burned with shame again. "Don't worry, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. Some futas quite grow to like the taste of their sperm." Marie squeezed Penny's shaft again and drew her thumb over the tip, collecting another shivering, translucent drop of precum. She released her grip on Penny's cock and raised her hand, wafting the musky scent of the fluid towards Penny's nose. "Why don't you try it again? For me? I'd enjoy that very much." Penny wanted to refuse, this was just one step too far, but the combination of Marie's insistant voice, the pressure of her breast against Penny's arm, and Penny's own arousal wouldn't let her. Her lips felt numb when she parted them, but when Marie told her to stick her tongue out she obeyed. When Marie wiped her thumb over Penny's tongue she made a face at the taste, salty and strange and somehow at once disgusting and delicious, but then Marie's hand was back on her cock, stroking her fast, and the shock of pleasure every time her fingers rubbed the edge of Penny's glans overpowered her shame and revulsion, making her pant and draw the scent deep down her throat. When Penny found herself again she scrunched her face up again but before she could make to spit Marie's other hand covered her mouth. "Swallow, Penelope. Always swallow, unless you're told to spit." Penny tried to turn her head but Marie's hand followed, her voice whispering in Penny's ear. "Swallow. It's just a little drop. Swallow, and I'll let you cum right now. You're close, I can feel it. I'm sure just a little more would push you over the edge, isn't that right?" She sped up her strokes for just a moment to demonstrate her point, and Penny half-rose out of her seat as a spike of pleasure hit the pit of her stomach. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Swallow, and you can cum right now... or I can keep this going for a lot longer." Penny tried to resist, but the need and frustration she felt when Marie demonstratively slowed her strokes was too much. Besides, the droplet of precum was so diluted by her spit the taste was almost gone, so it wasn't really like she would be swallowing cum, was it? She swallowed, and Marie cooed in her ear. "That's such a good girl. Now cum for me, pretty Penelope. Cum for auntie Marie." The older woman was true to her word, her hand speeding up as she tightened her grip on Penny's cock, stroking it in quick bursts as she kissed and sucked Penny's neck and shoulder. At frist Penny thought she wouldn't be able to get there, the swirling emotions inside her frustrating her need for release, the lust and shame and embarrassment and arousal and sudden affection for this unknown woman all mixed up together, but then Marie did something with her tongue just below Penny's ear and all that went away and she felt herself thrust her hips against Marie's hand as a wave rose inside her, fell back, and then rose again, cresting as the line of fire rising from her crotch all through her body exploded. Her body tensed and released again and again as her cock pumped in Marie's stroking hand, and she heard herself cry out as she shot her load over the floor of the train carriage, spurt after spurt of her cum forced through her rock-hard shaft and ejected from her throbbing tip, the scent hitting her nostrils and reawakening the taste on her tongue. She kept cumming, and cumming, and cumming, Marie's skilled hand drawing wave after wave of ecstasy from her body even as her hard-on started to flag and her cock shrank in her grip, the ribbon chafing the suddenly sensitive skin, but the aftershocks as Marie's fingers rubbed the underside of the edge of Penny's glans were powerful enough to make her gasp and shiver. When Marie raised her hand the scent of Penny's cum hit her again she wrinkled her nose, but Marie's tongue below her ear made her gasp again, and when the older woman touched her fingers to Penny's lips she let them inside. The taste was much, much stronger now, but somehow that made it more bearable, even though the cum itself was slimy on Marie's warm fingers. The taste wasn't just stronger, but deeper, more textured, and after some hesitation she found herself sucking Marie's fingers and probing them with her tongue to find more traces of it. Marie smiled against her neck and let her continue to suck her fingers, moving them slowly in and out between Penny's lips. Then the train slowed down and Marie pulled her fingers out of Penny's mouth. "This is my stop, I'm afraid. But I hope I will meet you soon again, pretty Penelope." Marie turned Penny's face towards her and placed a warm, gentle kiss on her lips. Penny raised her hand to numbly wave goodbye as Marie picked up her briefcase and stepped off the carriage with a final smile over her shoulder. Penny shook herself and looked around. Her mother was beaming proudly at her but nobody else seemed to have taken notice of what had transpired. When she looked down she saw the mess she had made on the floor in front of her, wet spattered stains surrounding thick globs of semi-transparent cum. "Don't mind that, Penny. Someone will clean it up later. Just be careful where you step." Her mother waved her back towards her seat, and Penny gladly obeyed, snuggling up against her mother's side as she laid her arm around Penny's shoulders. "I'm so proud of you! You did so well!" Penny's mother kissed her forehead. "Maybe we should ride the train again tomorrow? Would you like that, sweetie?" Penny hesitated for a moment before nodding. She still felt embarrassed about being out in public where anyone could ask to use her at any time, but maybe... The handful of times she had been used before when she had been teased or asked to jerk off had mostly been embarrassing, but if this had been exciting and very pleasurable. If there were more women like Marie then maybe being a futa wouldn't be so bad after all.

Chapter 5 - Chapter Five

Corrupted Family Summary: Corrupted and mutated by their experience with tentacle rape, your family regularly tries to seduce you. CHAPTER FIVE Peering around the cavernous corner, you give silent prayers to thank god Commander Brandy remembered to give you a night optic. Just by pressing a button on your headpiece the darkness would come into focus, showing you every detail through the purple-lens. It has already saved you from several lethal falls. Continuing on, you're slightly surprised to have encountered no tentacles – you'd left the sewers about an hour ago and you're currently traveling through rocky tunnels, hollowed out by the hive. After several more minutes of silent walking, your foot doesn't hit ground, but instead it crashes through the liquid surface of a small pond, echoes playing loudly through the caverns. “Damn it,” you hiss, pulling your foot back and sorely wishing you watched where you were going. The pond was a small crater in the ground, perhaps about eight feet in diameter, filled to the brim with smoking, white sperm. In that instant, three thick purple tentacles burst out of the sperm pond, lashing towards you as you roll away, spraying bullets at their fist-sized heads. They're very agile, but did not expect your counterattack; one was felled quickly, cum seeping out of bullet holes along its infinite length. The other two seemed to be spooked – they blasted the rock you took cover behind with steaming streams of cum before gathering their fallen brother, retreating back into the pond. “One down, a million more to go...,” you grunt to yourself, being sure to step over the hissing sperm trails, covering the pond with your pistol. That display must have alerted the greater hive by now – you would be under siege very soon if you didn't move from this location quickly. Sprinting away down the corridor, you put a lot of distance between you and the pond before you hear loud splashing – the sound of a horde erupting from the pond. Taking a breather to reload, you glance around you at the numerous directions the tunnels take. According to Commander Brandy, Hive T52-X has never been successfully mapped – every team sent down here to either rescue or scout has never returned and designated with CBT (Captured By Tentacles). But, through experience, she was able to give you a sense of most hive layouts. There would be many entrances to the hive, most from sewers the tentacles had broken into, one of which you just came through. After the entrance tunnel would be a small cavern with many paths to choose, which is where you believe you are now. These paths tend to lead to a variety of places; namely, chambers for captured victims, birthing pens, mutation pits and nameless others. Brandy even recalled a particular chamber where the tentacles housed no people, but merely fucked themselves. You hope to find Jessica in a captured victim chamber; you don't want to think about finding her in a birthing pen or mutation pit. “Might as well start somewhere,” you say out loud, figuring if you began with the leftmost tunnel, you could always come back and picking new paths until you found her. It didn't take long for the steadily rising ground to become slicked with warm glazing of tentacle sperm, causing you to almost lose your footing on more than one occasion. Several breathless minutes of climbing later, the path levels out to a moderately sized cavern. You almost get sick. Strewn all over the floor, plastered to the walls, and dangling from the ceiling, are the countless bodies of men and women with grotesque, bloated stomachs – all pregnant and sopping with cum. Millions of purple leech-like newborn tentacles are crawling all over the crush of bodies, wriggling into any hole they could fit. Your hand flew to your mouth as you watched one delirious man help a newborn into his penis, and another hugely pregnant woman moan in delight as several slithered through her nipples. In your stupor, you didn't see the pregnant woman hanging directly above you, at least, not until she screamed out in a massive orgasmic rush. Looking up, you have no time to move as hundreds of leech-tentacles fall out of her vagina, landing on you and then splattering on the floor as you jumped away in fright. The newborns waste no time and begin crawling on you in earnest, aiming to get underneath your clothes! Panicking, you start throwing them off, but more crawl onto your feet as the woman continues to birth in front of you. Stumbling back down the tunnel, frantically throwing off the leeches, you shiver as you feel several manage to get under your pants, crawling steadily up your legs. They're all over you. You can't manage to get the rest off before you feel the newborns crawl into your butt and wrap around your cock. Falling to your hands and knees, you gag as more inch down your throat. Body temperature rising as you feel them crawl around inside you, in seconds you feel extremely overheated and without thinking beyond anything besides cooling down, you strip off your clothes, just in time to see more of the leeches crawl into your ass, leaving about ten centered at your crotch. “Oooh, god...,” you moan, only half in horror, as the leech wrapped around your cockhead slowly worms its way through your slit, sending you over the edge and spraying your orgasm around it, providing just enough lubrication for the leech to completely slide into your cock. The others quickly made to follow, and the overwhelming sensations of the newborn tentacles so completely invading you sent you over the edge; helping the last of the leeches inside your penis, you began stroking the crowded shaft, eyes rolling back in bliss as you poke two fingers up your butt, relishing the feel of the other tiny tentacles sucking your fingertips. You're burning hot right now, sweat pouring over your skin as you climax for the third time, ravishing yourself as the leeches wriggle around inside your stomach and penis. Soon after you feel a strange weight in your testicles, making you scream out in extreme pleasure; the leeches were massaging your balls, pumping out more and more cum as you screamed out in a insane crescendo of orgasmic delirium. Pounding your spasming cock even harder, you moan loudly as you watch the leeches get blown out of your penis with the powerful cum blasts, landing all around you where they seemed to curl up, almost as if sleeping. Breathing heavily, your mind slowly returns to you and the memory of why you're hear kicks you up onto wobbly feet. You need to save Jessica! Taking a hazy step forward, you double over as your cock shoot out another rope of sperm. Looking down you see three leeches wrapped around each of your balls, inside your body. Touching them only sends out another cum shot. “This is so gross,” you groan, figuring there was little you could do to get them out now. You found your clothes buried under several streaks of cum, and it made disgusting, squishing sounds as you put it back on. Luckily the gun wasn't harmed, and you still have the grenades. Taking a step forward, the sensation against your crotch triggers another orgasm, though much slighter than previous. “Oh this is gonna be just great,” you mutter sarcastically, trying to ignore the occasional rush of pleasure as you walk. Staggering out of the tunnel, back at the cross-roads, you considered your course. Its very unlikely you can explore everywhere, in the state you're in, but you have little choice and can only hope to find your sister soon. Sighing, you take the next path, which lead sharply down through several twists and turns. The sounds of a massive number of people moaning and screaming was become louder the deeper you go, until finally, after another sharp one eighty turn, you're looking at a huge cavern. Tentacles are everywhere. People are strung up every which way in midair, many others held against the walls, and even more dipped in numerous pools of steaming sperm. All being fucked in any way imaginable. A woman nearby was being bounced on a tentacle fatter than her thighs, her large breasts being pillaged through the nipples by bumpy tentacles. A little girl was on her knees, happily stroking the many tentacle heads around her as another grinds between her legs. Two tentacles were hellishly plowing a man through his butt, their heads often poking out of the poor guy's mouth. A mutated woman, who looked to have a second set of breasts, is tit-fucking ten tentacles at the same time, fucking herself with a very flexible cock that seemed to come from her ass. A group of teenagers were fingering themselves under a hugely gigantic tentacle (it had to be nearly ten feet wide!) as it showered them in a waterfall of sperm. Looking closely you swear you can make out the images of people writhing around inside the giant tentacle. Everywhere people were being mercilessly dominated by the evil creatures; the sight is sickening. But is Jessica in this pit of depravity? The answer came sooner than expected. With a squelching splash, you watched in wonder as Jessica's head broke the surface of a cum-pool not even six feet away from you! Your mouth fell open as she pulled herself out, laying on her back with an exhausted smile. Two cocks were splayed out between her legs. They're identical, but seemed to have grown by half a foot in length from her original, slightly wider too. She giggled as she directed one into her vagina, then sucking happily on the other. “Jessie,” you try to yell, but choking your voice, not wanting the tentacles to hear you. “Jessie!” She turned to you, eyes widening in surprise, before standing and running your way, her cocks dangling and very nearly dragging on the ground. She tackled you to the ground, biting lustfully at your neck while searching for the clasp on your pants, “I knew you'd come, James, I knew it! Come on, the masters need to meet you!” “No, Jessie,” you say, frantic as she pulls you up. “We have to leave! You have to come home!” Your little sister looks at you, confused, “Why?” “Because this isn't right,” you hiss urgently. “I need to bring you back home so we don't lose you again!” She smile and laughed, kissing you, leaving the faint tingle of cum on your lips, “But this is my home! It's so amazing here, James, really! The masters will take care of us, and if you stay then mom and Amanda will come here too – the masters promised me we'd be together! Why should we go back to the cold above when its so loving and warm down here?” “Jessie, listen to me,” you say, holding her slick shoulders firmly. “The tentacles are brainwashing you. They don't care about our family, the just want to use us for their own entertainment! Let me take you home!” She backed away, shaking her head, “I can't go back, James. You don't want me back, you never wanted to be with me. I only had mom and Amanda, but they were hurt by you too. You don't want me. You don't want our family like it is... you just want everything to go back to how it was.” Stricken, you can't deny the truth in her words. You had no idea that they actually cared for you so deeply, that there was something more than the physical pleasure for them. Jessica smiled sadly, turning back to the tentacles. She made it three steps before something clicked in your head, and you grabbed her arm, “Jessie... I'm sorry.” Tears were falling down her eyes as she turned back to you. Hugging her for all your worth, you whisper, “I do want to be with you, Jessie. I wont leave you here, alone. Please come back with me, and I promise to show you how much I love you.” “I love you too, James,” she whispered back. “I'm sorry that I'm like this, I know you think its gross...” You lift her chin up, troubled eyes meeting your own, “Not when its you.” And you kiss her, passionately and lovingly, holding her against the storm of madness surrounding you. Breaking away, she smiles, truly happy, “I'll show you the way out.” Leading you through hidden tunnels and passages you would never have seen without her, Jessica easily took you back to the sewers, not a tentacle in sight since the main chamber. “They knew that you weren't taking care of us,” she said, conversationally as you walked towards the right passage, merely a few minutes away from home. “They told me that they'd never let me go back to the sun, where I'd be misunderstood and neglected. They loved me, James.” You kissed her cum-spewed cheek as you stopped by the ladder, “I'm so sorry, Jessie. I'll do better, I promise.” She smiled again, hugging you before ascending to the light. END CHAPTER FIVE Author's Note: Whew, well that's the official end of the Corrupted Family story. I do have two alternate epilogues planned, so stay tuned!  

Chapter 1 - Birth of a Biohazard - Rebecca Chambers

CHAPTER 1 - BIRTH OF A BIOHAZARD Rebecca stood behind Chris in curiosity to Wesker's explanation about what was really going on here at the Spencer Estate and the truth about the situation they had all been thrown into. "Umbrella had  no real concerns about this bio-hazard given that all the staff here were chosen male scientists for specific reason trying to research the seed virus." Wesker explained to Chris. "They knew that given the situation of a possible outbreak they could handle it. That was until the RPD & you pesky STARS were given the okay to start snooping around...then I was called into action" "What are you gonna do Wesker?" Chris asked. Wesker smirked at him w/gun still pointed towards him."Although I was sent to clean up this mess I was a researcher here myself and the scientist in me must know more. Some of you STARS had to become my little piggies" Wesker's grin widened more. Chris pointed to him "You killed them yourself didn't you you son of a bitch?!" "All but the females Chris" he replied back. "The females?" Chris replied w/curiosity. "For what?" Rebecca interrupted "Sadly for you dear I only need one. Jill will do just fine." Wesker then quickly pointed the gun to Rebecca & fired. Rebecca fell upon the pain of impact and dropped to the floor. Her sight faded and all sound becoming quieter... Rebecca opened her eyes moments later and seeing CHris Redfield knelt over her came into full vision. "Rebecca?! Are you alright?!" Recebba coughed a few times and held at her vest. "I...I think I am..." "It was a good thing you were wearing your bullet proof vest. Come on, we have to get out of here" Chris helped her up and they made their way back to the elevator. Chris & Rebecca waited in silence as the elevator moved its way back to the third floor of the underground lab. Chris was reflecting upon the words Wesker had spoken to him, only after shooting Rebecca, regarding the research done there at the Spencer Estate and the creatures roaming around it. What did he mean by the effects of the virus losing it's potency? And more specifically that all the researchers who worked there whom now had become the walking dead were specifically chosen male scientists? It wasn't long in the midst of discovering this information from Wesker that he was disposed of by the abomination The Tyrant.  Chris managed to kill the creature & discover thankfully that Rebecca was still alive and they decided it was time to leave the Spencer Estate. The elevator stopped at the 3rd floor and the doors parted. Chris quickly stepped out only to be soon cut off by Rebecca. "Chris.." Rebecca called out and Chris turned to face her. "What is it?" "I read a file here in the lab." She replied. "Apparently there is still a lot of this SEED virus here. We should blow this whole place up!" Chris gave Rebecca a pat at the arm. "Your right. The show must go on. I have to get Jill. Can I leave this up to you Rebecca?" Rebecca nodded & smirked to him eager to show her superior officer that she was reliable despite her teen appearance. After the shot from Wesker Rebecca's pride was hit some what & she didn't want to feel like dead weight. With confidence in her voice "I'm on it" she replied back to Chris. "I'll set the self destruct I found earlier." "It's not like we're out of this yet. See you on the outside" Chris said to her with a smile. Rebecca Smirked back and replied "Outside". Chris and Rebecca parted ways in the hall. Chris going through the double doors to the main hall of the lab and Rebecca on her way to the generator room. Unknown to both Chris and Rebecca something had been watching them, stalking them there in the hall. It hid in the dark of the ceiling waiting for a moment to strike. It followed Rebecca into the generator room from above just above the ceiling grates to conceal itself and move around. Rebecca knew the self destruct mechanism was at the end of the 3rd generator room having explored the area earlier. It was loud, hot and noisy. She could hardly hear her own breath as she sprinted through making her way to the next door into the second generator room. Unfortunately for her the loud noise of the machinery also masked the clatter of the creature stalking her from above as it followed her from room to room waiting for the moment to strike. It rushed ahead to the next room before she could. Rebecca opened the last door which took her into the third generator room and eagerly ran inside. Her heart was racing and face was caked with sweat and dirt. She was a bit fatigued from the nightmare she had been fighting to survive in throughout the night but it would soon come to an end. She ran around the large machinery in the middle of the room and found the control panel and monitor she had discovered earlier. Thanks to solving a hidden message in the x ray room of the lab she knew the code to bypass the lock and set the self destruct mechanism. She eagerly began pressing away at the keyboard. Everything was set. All there was now was to press enter and the countdown would begin to set this hellhole into a blaze of glory. Unknown to Rebecca something began reaching down from the ceiling from her. Something reaching out from the shadows only partially illuminated by yellow light bulbs of the power room. Rebecca saw the shadow cast over the monitor and keyboard realizing something was behind her. She spun quickly reaching for the Beretta in her holster but by the time she spun around a hand had grabbed her by the neck and with ease lifted her from her feet and up towards the ceiling. In panic she had dropped her gun as the creature pulled her up. She cried out but it was fruitless as the noise from the machinery in the power room blocked out most other sound. The monster let out and inhuman screech. Rebecca's face was fixed in terror as she could now see her capture before very eyes. Nothing like she had encountered previously within the nightmarish Spencer Estate. What the hell was this creature was the only sane thought she could think as she struggled to get free from its grip. "Let go of me!" Rebecca cried out as her feet kicked about in the air. The creature screeched again as it  held her. Suddenly another limb sprung down, even longer and with a scythe like claw at the end. It wasted no time taring away at the young medic officer's pants and torso. Rebecca screamed out in pain as she felt the monster's claw cut at her legs. Shredding away her cargo pants and exposing more of her bare but bloodied skin caused by her attacker. Despite her deadly ordeal she reached again to her waste and pulled from her stun gun and quickly jerked her arm up towards the creature she could hardly make out in the darkness and shocked it. Screeching loud it released Rebecca and she fell to the floor, knocking the wind out of her as she laid there on her back. The creature then dropped down only a few feet from Rebecca's feet with it's back turned, shaking off the shock to its body.  Rebecca lifted her head and now saw the monster in the light. It was horrific. It stood like a man but barely resembled one. She could tell from it's multiple appendages and abdomen it was something insectoid. This was the Chimera. Rebecca quickly looked about for her handgun and finally noticed on the floor a few feet away from her head. She quickly tried to crawl towards it on her hands and knee's but the creature quickly turned and swing its claw, catching Rebecca's shoulder, easily slashing away one of the straps to her vest and gashing her shoulder. Rebecca cried out in pain as she felt her warm blood begin to soak the clothing around her shoulder and run down her arm.  Tears began to run down her face. "God help me!" She cried out.  The pain was to great. She couldn't move that arm without pain shooting through her body. She began to believe that this is where she was going to die. The creature soon skittered over to her. She looked back and trembled in fear, expecting the end to come. She watched as it's head shot back about left to right and again quickly as it examined her before it. She felt the end was near. Suddenly it made a hiss like nothing she had heard from it before. She looked on as she noticed the creatures abdomen begin to convulse and throb when suddenly from the tip erupted a dark blue, large phallic shaped member. Her eyes shot wide realizing immediately what it was. She cried out "No!!!" and desperately tried to crawl away from the creature towards her gun but it quickly ceased her, pouncing upon her back. "Please no! Not this!!! Just fucking kill me!" she cried out as the Chimera's smaller arms grabbed at her torso and hips, pulling her ass up towards it's abdomen. Rebecca screamed out "Help m--" but it was soon cut off as the creatures claw ceased her throat, cutting off her cry for help and slightly cutting her neck. She coughed for a moment as she chocked slightly from the pressure of the large claw at her neck. The creature hissed again as began prodding the thick blue member at Rebecca's ass, trying to find entrance to her cunt. There was very little she could do to fight back from the monster due to her current injuries and blood loss. She was weak. The Chimera growled and found its way to Rebecca's cunt just outside her panties thanks to her torn up pants. She coughed out one more time in an attempt to cry out for help but the creature pressed forward its abdomen with no sense of  gentleness, ripping through Rebecca's panties and penetrating her young, virgin cunt. Rebecca's eyes widened and her nails clawed the concrete floor as she felt the creatures member stretch through and carve all the way deeply inside her, immediately pushing against her cervix. All she wanted now was to die. Just to be away from this hell. The bug man like monster began panting in a inhuman tone as it pumped it abdomen back and forth inside Rebecca's cunt. The creatures viral pre-cum sent a warm sensation through Rebecca's loins. The creature thrust again and Rebecca released a moan of pleasure. She realized this. She was at shock with her self that here body was giving into this. Giving into its primal urges. The creature began to pick up pace. Rebecca's ass cheeks began to bounce at rhythm with the creatures thrusts. It began to press its claw harder to her throat, chocking her more. Rebecca was beginning to not breath and began to soon begin seeing blots of black in her vision and yet more sensation came over her with it. Her instincts taking some control. Here pussy began clamping onto the Chimera's cock. She coughed a few more times struggling to breath and here eyes began to roll upwards and jaw hang open. Her hand reaching out towards nothing in front of her. Panting what little she could for both breath and from pleasure. Her mind was clouded The creature growled and Rebecca felt it's member inside her suddenly knot inside her pussy. The quick growth becoming fully stuck within her virgin sex.  The pain went up her spine and was to great. Her eyes rolled up more and she released a gasp. Rebecca had fainted. The creature continued to rape her now what appeared lifeless body in its grip. It fucked her fastley. Punshing her cervix with its throbbing, cum filled blue member. It punished at her cervix eagerly. Determined to fulfill it's instinct. It's desire to dominate and breed. Although she was not conscious her body was obeying to the Chimera's movement. Clamping down, desiring to take it it's contaminated sperm. It hissed out and pressed one final time, pumping its viral seed inside Rebecca's womb. A green, slime like cum ran down Rebecca's inner thighs and she lied there unconsciously within the creatures grip. It hissed out as if in glory. Having been able to spread its seed, to fulfill it's natural role in life. "Rebecca" *faintly* "Rebecca can you hear me?" *louder* Rebecca weakly opened one of her eyes and slowly she was able to interpret what was going on around her. The sound of a helicopter engine roaring away as it was descending upon the helipad of the RPD. "I thought we lost you kid" Chris said to her and held her hand as she lied on the seats of the helicopter. The copter touched down and paramedics were already awaiting with stretcher at hand. Jill helped Rebecca into Chris's arms and he carried her some until the paramedics took over and strapped Rebecca into the stretcher. "We'll take this from here sir." One of them said to him. They began lifting her up into the ambulance and Chris shot a thumbs up at her and said "You did good kid. I'm proud of ya." With only one eye open and what little strength she had left she was about to give Chris a thumbs up back in reply. The ambulance sirens blared and the vehicle was now on its way to Raccoon Hospital. Inside the back of the ambulance one of the paramedics was giving Rebecca a shot as she rested w/her head aaside and eyes closed. At last she escaped that nightmare.. Rebecca squinted her brow for  a moment, and then again a little harder and let out a small groan of discomfort. "Your gonna be alright." The paramedic said to her as he took notice. Her eyes began to open and she began to breath heavier slowly. Her grunting got louder until suddenly her eyes shot open and she threw her head back and screamed. The paramedic's took her hands and tried to hold her arms down. Her body was convulsing and legs trying to kick as much as they could restrained in the stretcher. "NO!!!!" Rebecca cried out in pain. Tears ran down her face and she dug her nails into the hand of the one paramedic. The button to her pants suddenly broke and sprung off. The paramedic was in fright and shock as he began watching the young medics belly begin to grow and expand. "God!!! Get it out of me!!! Please, someone help me!!!" Rebecca cried out. Now in terror both paramedics cried out in fear. "What the fuck is going on back there?!" The driver screamed back. Rebecca's belly was now quickly what looked 8 months pregnant. She grinned her teeth hard. The pain was unbelievable. Her belly contorted, moved and stretched more and suddenly she jerked her head back and arched her back. Something inside was pushing. Trying to get out. "Oh my god, oh my god!!!" The paramedic screamed out. Finally after another squeal of pain  her belly tore at the center and blood sprayed about the back of the ambulance. Another arch of her back and the creature within pushed all the way through. Showering the interior with blood and guts. Rebecca laid there . Her eyes baring no more spark of life. The Drain Deimo's pulled itself free and immediately attacked the paramedics, wasting no time on it's prey. Hearing the inhuman screech from behind the driver turned back again in shock seeing the monster in the back of the vehicle. Not paying enough attention to the road in front of him he was met with a red stop light. Not being able to react in time and to avoid the car from oncoming traffic he jerked the wheel fast and the ambulance fell down the embankment and into the Raccoon City reservoir. END OF CHAPTER

Chapter 7 - Epilogue B [Part One]

Corrupted Family Summary: Corrupted and mutated by their experience with tentacle rape, your family regularly tries to seduce you. EPILOGUE B – TENTACLES [Part One] Following Jessica out of the sewer grate, you can't help but admire how unconcerned she is letting the neighbors see her; naked, cum drenched, and sporting two massive cocks, mothers rushed their children indoors and fathers yelled insulting words, but she took it all in stride, holding your hand as you walked home together. Turning the corner to your street, your heart skips a beat at the sight just down the road.TREF officers have roadblocks set up, launching gas grenades and firing nonstop at what appears to be your house! Running up to Commander Brandy, you make it just in time to hear, “Hold the fucking line! We can't let them spread out; where's that damn backup?!” “Commander,” you yell over the gunfire, as Jessica quivers next to you, “what's going on?!” Sparing you a quick glance, she explained, “About five minutes ago the tentacles launched a huge assault on the property. We lost six good officers to reach this position and – JOHNSON WATCH YOUR GODDAMN FLANK! – and they're hellbent on something, they just wont back down.” “And my family,” you ask, trying to ignore your sister as she moans, fucking herself with one of her cocks. Brandy didn't answer right away, but with a sigh said, “Lost. They were pulled to the sewers before we even knew the house was under attack.” Stunned cold, you can only stare as the Commander orders her troops, shelling the encroaching tentacles with a rain of bullets, pushing them back for only a few minutes before they surged forward again, blasting the roadblocks with searing jets of cum. Jessie was tugging on your shirt, softly calling your name. “What is it Jessica,” you ask, unable to turn away from the writhing mass of purple tentacles that infested your home. “I can hear them...,” she whispered, seemingly unable to stop shaking. “I can hear them moving... just below...” You don't understand right away, but as the ground beneath you starts to shake, it clicks and you grab your sister's hand, pulling her away from the street. Not a second later a huge mass of tentacles erupt just underneath the TREF officers' feet, hoisting the entire force into midair, shredding their uniforms as they begin raping everyone in sight. The street is still shaking, and Jessica slips from your grip with a joyful scream – looking back you're horrified to see a fat tentacle had broke through the ground, now pumping itself inside Jessica's pussy. “Jessie,” you yell, lunging for your sister, only to be caught by several tentacles as the middle of the road begins to cave in, revealing a enormous, slithering orgy of the creatures. Your clothes are ripped off, and suddenly you're stuffed – a thick tentacle plowing down your throat and three more wedged painfully in your ass. You can't think, you can't even see, all you know is the feeling of the powerful, infinite lengths of the tentacles abusing your body, tossing you around like a rag doll, pumping buckets and buckets of burning hot cum into your stomach. You feel completely violated. Broken. Beaten. Despair. Darkness. Warmth. Pain becomes a pleasure, all you see is a waterfall of steaming cum, all you want is another tentacle in your butt, and when you at last open your eyes you find yourself in a dark room, simply hanging, upside down, in the air, along with many other people. “Wh-where am I...,” you ask of the silence, trying to find some familiarity in this dark, moist world. Peering through the gloom, you think you recognize the woman hanging near you, and after a minute it comes to you, “Commander Brandy!” She twitches but doesn't answer. You gasp as your vision clears – she, and many others around you, is being held by a strong looking, dark blue tentacle. She isn't being fucked, from what you could tell, but cum is constantly streaming out of her open mouth and gaping vagina. “Oh my god,” you mutter, terrified as you look around. Hanging in this room is the entire platoon of the TREF officers stationed to your region. All naked, all looking like Brandy, with sperm flowing from any viable orifice. You hear movement above you. Looking up you whimper to see three, white tentacles descending slowly towards you. Its difficult to struggle in your position, but you try anyway as they get closer, not wanting the foul creatures anywhere near you, naked as you are. But its hopeless. The largest of the tentacles toys with your butt, probing your clenched hole with a warm, much-too-large head. The others wrap around your body, one pushing lightly against your lips as the other prods your penis. With little preamble, the largest slowly, agonizingly, pushes into your butt, spreading your legs apart with its girth. As it hits the entrance to your stomach, the one at your penis presses down on your propped up erection, sheathing it with its own shaft, fucking itself on you as the big one pulls slightly back. You can't help but moan, allowing the final tentacle into your mouth where it immediately began slithering down your throat, thrusting all the way. The tentacle in your ass forces it way forward, bulging your eyes out as it barrels into your stomach, distending your skin tightly across its large head. Hot cum begins to fill you, pumping from both tentacles inside you, stretching your stomach even more until you're completely full, the cum overflowing out your mouth, nose and anus. Your eyes roll up as you feel the two tentacles connect in your stomach, wriggling around inside you as the other sheathing your cock blasts its own steaming sperm over your sensitive penis. The treatment seems to go on forever. Minutes, hours, days, weeks, soon it didn't matter, in the grasp of these three tentacles you lost all track of time, slowly morphing into their slave, wanting only to keep pleasuring you masters. Suddenly the blue tentacle suspending you unwinds, sending your body crashing into the deep lake of warm tentacle sperm below. The lake begins to churn, and you're pulled down through a hole at the bottom, sliding through the rapids of the cum-river until you're deposited in a large chamber with people and tentacles literally as far as the eye could see. You're in a medium sized cum-pool, not as large as the one you woke up above, perhaps about a quarter its size. Your masters are slithering around your feet, so you spread your butt cheeks for them, rewarded as two tentacles quickly find their home inside you. The edge of the pool not too far away, you swim to the side, pulling a stunning girl down on your cock, her tongue wrestling with your own as the tentacles pummel your ass. Barely lasting five minutes, you groan as your climax erupts in her womb, which is already swimming in tentacle sperm, but it doesn't stop you and you keep thrusting, even as a new tentacle wraps around your neck and drags both of you under the surface of the cum-pool. Barely able to see, but strangely still capable of breathing, you pull out of the girl and blindly try poking for her butt, soon finding it already occupied by a tentacle. A pair of hands pulls you away from her and on to shore, a woman was mammoth-sized breasts hugging you. “James,” she gasped as the tentacles retreated from your stomach. “I can't believe I found you!” Peering dazedly at her, something ticks at the back of your mind, and you exclaim in surprise, “Amanda? You're here too?” She giggles, “Of course, silly! Mom and Jessie are in the breeding chamber, but the masters told us you were accepted into the Hive. They can't wait to see you!” Just then a man nearby decided you looked lonely, pulling your heads in to his hips, six tentacle-like cocks wrapping around you and your sister's necks. She wasted little time and pulled one into her mouth, jerking off two more as one of the man's cocks snaked around your own, pulling at your sensitive erection as you followed your big sister's example, stroking the remaining two. Seconds later the masters are pulling you and Amanda away from the man, various ropes of his climax painting over your skin, you ask, “Where are they taking us?” “You're going to a mutation pit,” she yelled back, being pulled further away. “I'm going to join mom and Jessie! See you soon!” Shuddering in anticipation, the tentacle drops you through a hole, where you land in a small enclosure, the ground a fleshy-white mass, three other people splayed out on the floor. The first you see is a young girl, knocked out, a shockingly long, thin tongue draped over her small body. The others are two middle aged women, currently rubbing their pussies together, but seemingly normal otherwise. The ground begins seeping a musky, black liquid, extremely sticky and weirdly heavy, you can't keep your balance and fall into the muck. As it rises above your head, a sudden, burning hot sensation rips through your flesh and centers on your penis – your agonized screaming unheard by the others as you feel your brain shutting down, consciousness evaporating away... EPILOGUE B – TENTACLES [Part One] Author's Note: Since this wont be part of the main story, I'm going to include a Part Two, wrapping up what happens to James and his family while in the clutches of the Hive. Stay tuned!  

Chapter 8 - Epilogue B [Part Two]

Corrupted Family Summary: Corrupted and mutated by their experience with tentacle rape, your family regularly tries to seduce you.  EPILOGUE B – Tentacles [Part Two] Awakening with a groan, you open bleary eyes to find yourself still laying in the heated black liquid, which has receded to just a few inches deep. The mucky goo ripples around you; looking around you see your extremely pregnant mother and sisters excitedly hurrying towards you, all of them talking animatedly but, for some odd reason, silently. Worry not, young James, spoke a soft, feminine voice suddenly. Casting about you find no one nearby except your family and suddenly you understand you are being spoken to telepathically. Very good, the voice purred, sound pleased. It is a small few that understand and accept my Voice so quickly. Now, young one, I wish to speak with you before returning you to your family and the Hive. You may have noticed that you appear relatively unchanged by the mutation process, she states. Looking down at yourself you do note how strange it is that you seem normal in appearance. This is simply your abilities at rest; my Gift to you is the capability of elongating, enlarging, multiplying and controlling the movements your penis. This is the first stage of my greatest Gift, given to only very specific individuals – transformation into a tentacle cluster. You mouth falls open and excitement courses through your body, It is my wish, James, that you one day make your own Hive. But, that is the future. Today you may use your gift however you see fit. I will await you, in the passing of much time, at this Hive's center, where I shall instruct you on the next stages of your transformation. Sound crashes down on you as your family loudly babbles on about your privileged transformation. Hold your hands to your ears you joke, “Turn it down a notch, you'll make me deaf!” They quiet down and kneel around you, their firm, wriggling stomachs pressing against your body. From between your legs, Jessica speaks up, while slowly stroking your penis, “We heard about your transformation, James! The whole Hive is buzzing with the news, we just had to see you first! Its such an honor, being chosen like this.” Smiling at your little sister, you agree, “It is. I can't believe it myself, I never expected this when I was dropped in here!” “Care to give us a test run,” asks Amanda coyly, kneading the base of your erection. Smirking, you close your eyes, unsure of exactly what to do, and decide on simply wanting your penis to grow long, like a tentacle. “Oh my,” gasps your mother, opening your eyes to an impressive sight. You cock had doubled in thickness, now sitting at roughly fourteen inches in girth, and draped all around the room, easily over a hundred feet long! Giggling, Jessica continues stroking your tentacle-cock, saying, “I don't think you need it that long, big brother. We're sitting right next to you.” Blushing, you imagine retracting your length, until it came to rest at about twenty feet long. With another thought it began to cautiously move, the base pressing against Jessica's bulging belly as the head slithered under your mother's butt, grinding against her wet vagina as it wormed its way up between Amanda's breasts, which were dutifully squeezed together by your older sister, her tongue toying with your tip's open, circular cumhole. Moaning as one of Jessica's cocks slide up your butt, you slip a finger up your mother's pussy as Amanda engulfs your large penis head with an eager mouth. In moments your orgasm floods Amanda's throat, spilling the overflow down her gushing breasts as the warm sperm pours into her stomach. With a ecstatic yell, ten more tentacle-cocks explode out from your crotch, hoisting your family into midair as your first plunges down your sister's throat to rest inside her crowded belly. As you simultaneously penetrate your sisters, your mother and even yourself the most powerful, overwhelming orgasm of your life rips through your nerves, shrieking your pleasure to the cavern as buckets of hot cum pump out of each of your tentacles, the last coherent thought in your mind being extreme anticipation of continuing your transformation... Five years later... Smirking as you watch your eighteen year old sister, Jessica, sucking on Amanda's dilated nipples like an addict, you think back on how long it took you to learn to control yourself – a lesson that most residents of the Hive never learn. After your first stage transformation, it took weeks to control you own overriding desires to sate your lusts on anything that moved, let alone suppress your orgasms to a level you could maintain your sanity. But, eventually, you managed and became a relatively sane member of the Hive once again. Snapping out of your reminiscence, you turn to your mother who is in the process of trying to pull your towards one of the mammoth tentacles of the Hive – a monster among the average it measured close to fifteen feet wide, capable of ejaculating oceans of cum in only a few minutes. “Come on, James,” she pleads, trying desperately to ignore the three of your tentacles pumping into her womb. “For me, I really want you to join in!” Observing the giant tentacle, you note the press of bodies writhing inside it, pushing out from within the purple flesh. It is dangling above a huge orgy – where you see a crush of adults, teenagers and children fucking everything they can reach while a pummeling, obscene amount of cum pours out from the tentacle above. “Oh alright,” you sigh, smiling at the way your mother's face lit up in excitement. “But you have to be the one to convince Jessie and Amanda to go with us.” Glancing over at your sisters, and finding Amanda pinned to the floor as Jessica powerfully fucked her older sister's butt while and lapping up her overflowing breast-cum, your mother sighs, “They seem a little busy at the moment, can't we just...” “They go or I don't,” you stubbornly cut in, withdrawing your tentacles and reducing them to one, normal sized penis. “Fine,” she pouts, walking over to her daughters and attempting to get them away from each other, with very little success. Honestly, the idea of joining the press of such willing bodies in that orgy was not so unappealing, but you had planned on visiting your daughter, Mila, who is currently in the family chamber with her mother. “Some other time then, mom,” you say to your pouting mother, as she was nearly forced into a three-way with your sisters. “I'll be in the family chamber when you want to find me.” Walking towards one of many exits from the chamber, you sigh as various people move aside to allow your passage. Ever since your transformation you've gained something of status in the Hive; most of its members do not force themselves on you without permission, and even the tentacles give you some deference, only laying upon you when you wish it. Which was not an uncommon wish. After several long minutes of silent strolling, you find yourself in a familiar tunnel; long and winding, there were innumerable “doors” to private rooms, where families in the Hive could raise their children. Pressing your hand against the fleshy mass of the first door, the previously solid barrier parted, allowing you entry. “Daddy!” A young girl ran at you, hugging your leg fiercely as you reach down to pick her up, saying, “Well hello, dear, how's my favorite little girl today?” She giggled and snuggled against your shoulder, “Good. Mommy's getting food, so its just been me and Pokey here!” “Oh really,” you say, holding her bare butt with one hand as you reach for the nearby railing, steadying yourself as you walk down the short flight of stairs. Setting Mila down on the damp couch, you worriedly glance back at the door. You never much liked the idea of your wife going out on the raiding parties. The thought of losing her hurt, and you wondered how you could go on raising Mila alone. Sure, your family would help, but your baby girl would miss her mother terribly. But, despite that, you couldn't, and wouldn’t, suppress the fire in your wife's blood, the need for danger and adventure. “So what have you been up to, Mila,” you ask, keeping the mood light and hiding your worry. “Has mommy been gone long?” “No, she left about an hour ago,” replied your daughter innocently. “Pokey wanted to play with my butt, but I didn't let him!” Laughing, you rustle her hair in affection, “Yes, Pokey and his friends do like to do things like that.” Eying you curiously, she crossed her arms and said, “Well Pokey is a sore loser. After I said no he want me to lick him, and I wouldn't, so he tried tickling my woo, and I wouldn't let him do that either, so he spat on me!” Showing you her hand, which still had a large, sticky glob of heavy, warm cum smeared on it, she pouted as you tried to hold in your mirth, “Don't worry baby, I'll talk to Pokey for you.” “Good,” Mila replied firmly, hopping off the couch. “I'm going back to my tea party, Miss Maddie and Mister Moochie are hungry!” Smiling as your daughter walked imperiously to her bedroom, you mentally called out to 'Pokey'. A tentacle about as thick as Mila's arm slithered out from the kitchen area, its head slowly dripping cum, a sure sign that Mila had been denying the poor creature release for some time. Kneading your 'pet's' head until it spurted a single jet of hot sperm unto your legs, you quietly reprimanded the tentacle, “You cannot force yourself on her if she's not ready. Mila is young, and protected under the rules of this Hive... so take what she gives you and patiently wait for more.” Hanging its head in apparent shame, Pokey accepted your word and retreated back into the kitchen. Shaking your head at the eager creature, you glance once more at the door, trying to take your own advice to wait patiently for the return of your wife. About an hour later the door slides open, and through steps the beautifully naked visage of your wife, holding a basket of fruit and raw meat. “Madeline,” you sigh, hugging her and capturing the former TREF Commander's lips in a passionate kiss. “I was worried for you.” “If I've told you a thousand times you'd never stop worrying, James,” she replied with an exasperated smile. “How's Mila?” “Fine, in the middle of a tea party at the moment,” you answer, leading Madeline to the couch. “Pokey is getting a little frustrated with her. I think he's ready to step up their relationship.” “He has been watching over her for nearly five years, I'm sure there's a lot of pent up tension in him...,” Madeline observed. “Speaking of which...” Her hand found its familiar way to your penis, stroking the perpetually hard shaft as it slowly elongated to be pressed between her impressive breasts. Straddling you, she allowed your tentacle to enter her mouth as she continued stroking the base, even as yet more tentacle-cocks began twisting around her body, toying with her moist vagina and firm ass. Slowly you penetrated her, enjoying the view as she arched her back, moaning on the tentacle in her mouth with an extreme pleasure which never grew old for the two of you. With steady, rhythmic thrusts you weave her nerves through a symphony of orgasmic climax, your own cum pooling out of her every orifice to the ground below. “Mommy,” spoke up Mila from the door to her room, “when you're done with Daddy, Pokey and me want to go to bed.” “O-okay,” Madeline stutters, nearly every inch of skin painting in your sperm. “I'll b-be right there, swe-eetie! Ohh!” Squeezing two more tentacles into her womb, you bite her nipples as she shrieks out her final climax, slumping against you as your tentacles retreat, leaving only one, average-sized penis resting inside her drowning pussy. Breathing heavily, Madeline playfully swats your chest, asking, “Are you trying to get me pregnant again?” Smirking, you simply set her on her feet, supporting your wife as her post-orgasmic daze sends various spasms through her supple body. Standing in Mila's doorway, you smile along with Madeline to see your little girl cuddling on her bed with Pokey; the pet-tentacle straddled between her legs and resting its head by Mila's contented face. “Would you like some blankets,” Madeline asks, finally able to support herself. Mila shook her head, “No thanks. Pokey will keep me warm, like always.” “Okay sweetie,” smiled your wife softly, leaning down to plant a kiss on Mila's forehead. A trace of your cum glazed her smooth skin as Madeline pulled away. “We'll see you in the morning.” “Sweet dreams, Mila,” you say, flicking off the room's single light. Leading your wife to the master bedroom, you glide your penis into her once more, kissing slowly, an act more of love than lust. Through soft moans of pleasure, Madeline asks a question which she liked to ask you almost all the time, “James... when Mila grows up, will you take us with you when you complete the transformation? You wont leave us behind?” Kissing her in return, you answer, “I could never leave you, Maddie. When Mila decides to accept the life of the Hive, we will start our new family together.” And so you would. END OF EPILOGUE B – TENTACLES [Part Two] Author's Note: I just couldn't resist the feel good ending, I feel like such a softie! Thank you all for joining in the ride! Stay tuned!

Chapter 1 - A Stay-at-Home Monster

A Stay-at-Home Monster   “Ugh, what a day,” Julie sighed as she tiredly shut and locked her car door. With sore feet the bushy haired blonde shuffled towards the front door of her two-story house. Taking a moment to brush off her blouse; Julie breathed a sigh of relief to be home. Strong, slimy, purple tentacles immediately began undressing her, stripping the tired woman down to her blue bra and panties, and taking the clothing up the stairs to her bedroom. “Oh, sweetie, I’ve had a long day,” Julie groaned as a tentacle began teasing her privates, yet still outside of her panties. “I’d just like to sit down for now.” Tentacles gently lifted her into the air and placed her down in front of a wide-screen LED television set. Smaller tentacles with little, soft prickles on them began massaging Julie’s aching feet while others kneaded her neck and the underside of her breasts. Julie moaned as she felt the tension of the day seeping out of her, and though she wasn’t quite in the mood, tried to ignore the tentacle still licking at her crotch. “AHHH, hey,” Julie yelled, startled out of her reverie, as she felt her vagina fill with the eager tentacle, “I said not right now!” Of course, as was per-usual after she spent long hours away from her husband, she was ignored in favor of the lusts it had built up during the day. Julie moaned as the tentacle tensed inside her, expanding to about sixteen inches in girth, before it began thrusting with inhuman speed deeper and deeper inside the tired woman. Thrown into a blinding orgasm at the treatment, Julie barely realized that, in a lusty rage, her husband had shredded her bra and panties and was squeezing her voluptuous breasts together as three more tentacles fucked between them. “Oh god, you beast,” Julie yelled, in the throes of orgasmic delirium, as the tentacles fucked her body raw. “Oh, oh, ooh, auughhhh!” Cum exploded out of Julie’s vagina and all over her face. And a lot got on the couch and wall too. The carpet was similarly splattered. “Celses,” Madi exclaimed, playfully swatting at a cum-dripping tentacle. “Look at the mess you made! You’d better hope that comes out of the carpet or you won’t see my backdoor for a month!” Fearful of losing access to one of its favorite holes, Celses retreated quickly from the living room, dripping cum drops on its way out, before returning with a bucket of soapy water and several brushes. As a mass of tentacles began scrubbing the carpet and cleaning off the couch and wall, Julie smiled and playfully asked, “And I suppose you’re just going to leave me like this, huh?” indicating the amount of heavy, white sperm plastered to her face and hair. A single, enormous tentacle, roughly the size of her head at thirty inches girth, rumbled out of the kitchen but Julie just laughed at Celses’s audacity, “Oh no, no head fucking for you today mister! I said I didn’t want to and you did anyway, so I’ll just go wash myself, thank you very much.” Fending off the insistent huge tentacle for now and leaving the others to their chore, Julie made her way to the shower, resignedly dumping yet another pair of once perfectly good underwear into the trash bin. It took a fair bit of effort to wash out Celses’s cum, as always it was quite sticky, almost like glue. After twenty minutes, with most of the heavy cum washing out, Julie jumped in surprise as she felt a tentacle probe her butt! “I hope the living room is spotless,” Julie warned as the tentacle pushed its way forward. “Ouch! Hey, slow dow-ahhh…!” Julie’s back arched as the tentacle wormed up her ass, crowding the familiar space with its warm, pulsing presence. For the moment it just filled her without thrusting, once a very uncomfortable feeling for the young woman but now she rather enjoyed the full feeling she got with it inside her. “Mmm… Let me finish the shower, ok? And no more messy cum until bed time! We can have some fun, but please control yourself, Celses.” Julie gasped as the tentacle pulsed, but knew that to be an affirmation. She continued to wash herself, sometimes lightly stroking the fleshy tentacle plugged in her ass and the moderate bulge it made on her stomach. By the time Julie finished her shower, the tentacle had begun to (very slowly) wriggle up and down through her ass, sending small shivers of pleasure through the young woman. She walked to her room with the invasive tentacle still clenched in her butt and pulled on a pair of loose teddy bear pajama with a short matching shirt, exposing her toned midriff and the wriggling bulge in her stomach. Julie was quiet through dinner. After thanking Celses for the excellent chicken and mashed potatoes (topped with his special, white ‘gravy’) that he prepared, the young woman simply ate her meal with a steady hand, despite the pulsing tentacle probing her insides. As she put away her dishware, Julie glanced at the basement door, where the tentacle currently inside her was coming from and softly said, “Not yet. I want to see the news before going down to bed, babe.” The tentacle tensed inside her, but dutifully retracted, leaving her alone for the first time that day, but only after granting its glistening head a quick kiss. After several minutes of waiting to see anything worthwhile, Julie turned the news off with a sigh. She looked towards the hallway to the kitchen, where six tentacles had been spying on her and which promptly scuttled away at being caught. Julie smiled; Celses was a very sexual and demanding creature, but so young and childish at times too. She had no clue as to how old her ‘husband’ actually was, but it wouldn’t surprise her if he was indeed very young for his kind. Not that Julie had seen or heard of other tentacle creatures in the world, but he had to have come from somewhere. As she opened the door to her basement, taking in the musky smell on the air, she couldn’t help but shiver in anticipation – going down to Celses always had an extremely arousing effect on her, as if she’d never done it before. Taking a sharp turn at the base of the stairs, Julie opened a door built into the frame of the stairway itself – a wooden ladder led down a dark hole in the ground, coming to rest in a cave-like enclosure after what she estimated to be about forty feet. Her bare feet left the well-sanded ladder to rest on the firm, sticky hides of innumerable tentacles, which covered every surface down in the cave. After allowing her eyes to adjust to the dark room, Julie giggled at the sight of five tentacles poised in front of her, dripping cum from their heads with obvious arousal, “My, you are needy today!” The tentacles lashed out immediately, wrapping around her arms, legs, waist and neck, suspending Julie in the air as they dived under her now wet pajamas, wasting no time and plunging deep into her throat, vagina and butt. With two tentacles wrapped in a coil pounding her vagina, two savaging her tight anus and the final pistoning down her throat, Julie was unprepared for the instant rush of orgasmic ecstasy that assaulted her. Heavy, thick cum began oozing out of Julie like a dying river, but still thousands more tentacles slithered around the spectacle, needing release… On her hands and knees, Julie coughed out thick globs of oxygen-preventing cum, unable to speak as powerful orgasms flowed over her in an unending crescendo of ecstasy. But even as a big, twenty inch girth tentacle fucked her ass and distended her stomach obscenely; she had to chuckle, “Ju-ust can’t ge-t the th-ahh-ought out of your h-oh! head, can you?” A truly gargantuan tentacle jutted out of the ground in front of her, larger than any she’d seen in Celses’s chamber before, it was easily large enough to devour her entire body and she figured it to be nearly a hundred and fifty inches in girth! The monster tentacle opened its mouth, revealing an eternal tunnel of tightly packed, fleshy pink tentacles of all sizes. Despite herself, Julie felt extremely aroused (even through the on-going orgasms) at the sight of such a thing. Strong, slimy tentacles wrapped around her thighs and hoisted her into the air, hanging upside down above the monster’s open maw, being slowly lowered towards it as yet more tentacles delved into her abused pussy and ass. The tentacle-floor, for the first time ever, gave way around the huge shaft of the tentacle, revealing that the cave actually was a staggering one hundred and twenty-some miles deeper than Julie had ever guessed. “Oh my god…,” Julie whispered, mind shuttering to a halt at the sight. Far, far below, where the base of the open-mouth tentacle came to rest, was a massive mound of purple flesh with huge, pulsing veins. All of Celses’s tentacles sprouted from this mound, of which Julie guessed she could only see an eighth, the rest buried in the ground. For the first in a very long time, Julie became afraid of her tentacle husband and started struggling against the tentacles lowering her into the gaping maw of the beast, “No, no-AHH! No, let me go! I don’t want this, Celses! Celses! Please!” It was no use. The tentacles suspending Julie released her just above the tentacle’s mouth, which snapped shut as the terrified woman fell through. Hundreds of thousands of pink tentacles molested Julie’s much abused body as she screamed in free fall. After the first minute of the fall (an eternity to Julie) her well-worn pajamas were finally ripped from her body, allowing some of the longer tentacles free access to a few thrusts into the falling woman’s vagina and ass. After fifteen minutes Julie was nearly doused in cum as a second skin, further slicking her and easing her passage through the ever thickening thatches of the tentacles. About half an hour into her fall, Julie cried out in agony as she landed, ass-first, on a particularly sturdy tentacle, but with such force that it thundered through her body and expelled the tip through her mouth! Taking extreme advantage of the situation, the tentacle began grinding in and out of Julie’s body, the squishy head of the creature slowly pulling forward and down with each thrust, until it at last reached the folds of her widely-spread pussy. The vile beast gave a great thrust forward and dove deep inside the violated woman’s vagina, tearing through her cervix and stuffing her womb! Hot, heavy sperm blasted the poor woman’s insides as her own orgasm nearly made her pass out as a whirlwind of pleasure and pain overcame her! Suddenly the entire world seemed to shake; the greater tentacle Julie was trapped inside could feel that she hadn’t fallen into the center of the great mass below and with that the tentacle so imbedded in Julie’s body quickly reeled back, eliciting gasps of severe pain and orgasmic delight from its host. So Julie began falling again, her eyes rolled up due to her previous violation, not quiet back from her world of inhuman extremes of feeling. Another half hour passed with Julie being quickly fucked by uncountable tentacles as she fell, when the tunnel open up to a vast world of those fleshy, pink tentacles of every which size and all imaginable shapes. Through her terrified, stricken haze Julie could see countless others already trapped and in the process of being brutally fucked by this tentacle-world. A tentacle suddenly wedged itself in Julie’s ass and propelled her even faster forward towards the writhing mass – her screams were silenced as her mouth was rammed into another tentacle, which tore through her insides and out her ass, enveloping the first tentacle as it pulled all the way through. They began pulling back and forth, each passing all the way through the broken woman’s body fully before returning back to where it began, uncaring as Julie spasmed during the savage fucking. After a few moment cum began to blast out of the slit of the mouth encasing the other, spraying all over Julie’s ass, before travelling through her to douse her face. Julie Hartridge’s eyes rolled up once more as she fainted when the tentacles disconnected and pulled out of her, passing her limp form to the next set of rapist tentacles. A large tentacle encased her head, fucking itself on her skull as yet other tentacle wormed their way through her vagina, wriggling around in her hugely distended stomach. The intelligence that Julie had always referred to as Celses was content. Today had been a good day, and no longer would it have to cater to the needs of this insignificant woman. She, like the thousands more entombed inside the beast, would forever more cater to him. THE END.

Chapter 0 - Introduction

Futarchy and Femistance takes place in a near-future science fiction world with futas but without men. The Women All humans, futas and femmes alike. The Futas The elite, the rulers, the chosen few. Physically similar to femmes other than that they possess penises instead of vaginas, their powerful pheromones make femmes aroused and suggestible. The Futarchy The futa-controlled government that rules the world. The Femmes (aka Girls) The underclass, the ruled, the working masses. In thrall to their futa masters, they make out over 90 % of the female population yet have none of the power. The Resistant The small percentage of femmes who are resistant or even immune to the futas' pheromones. Most do their best to hide among their biologically dominated sisters. The Femistance Those among the resistant who have chosen to fight back against their oppressors for the freedom of all womankind.

Chapter 1 - Practical Sex-Ed: Lauren's Mom

"Hello class, and welcome back to practical sex-ed." "Hello Miss Winters!" "Last week we covered cunnilingus, as I'm sure you all remember. I hope you've all been practicing diligently." "Yes, Miss Winters!" "Today we are moving on to fellatio so I've asked Mrs. Larsen to assist me with the practical exercises. You can come in now, Mrs. Larsen!" "Hello everyone!" "Mom?!" "Hi Lauren! Surprise!" "As some of you already knew Mrs. Larsen is Lauren's mother." "Mom, what are you doing here?" "I couldn't very well say no when your teacher asked me to help her with the class, honey." "Yes, as I was saying I've asked Mrs. Larsen to assist me. We will begin with a demonstration followed by some practical exercises. Is that clear to everyone?" "Yes, Miss Winters!" "Good. Now, we covered kissing a few weeks back but I think we could do with a refresher. Lucy, please come up here." "Yes, Miss Winters!" "Very good. Now give Mrs. Larsen a kiss." "Just, like, a regular kiss or...?" "Any way you like." "Don't worry, sweetie, I've kissed plenty of girls before." "Mo-om!" "Lauren, please be quiet during the demonstration." "But-but-but-" "Quiet, Lauren. You're disturbing the class." "But that's my mom kissing my best friend!" "Be that as it may, unless you have a question you'll need to be quiet." "But-but-but-" "If you continue to interrupt I'll have to bring out the ballgag. You don't want that, do you?" "But..." "Do. You?" "...No, Miss Winters." "So you'll be quiet from now on?" "Yes, Miss Winters." "Good. Class, notice how Lucy and Mrs. Larsen have proceeded from kissing to caressing each other. See how their hands are moving? The light, gentle touches? This is typical for early foreplay." "I hope I'm not moving too fast?" "No, Mrs. Larsen, this is quite alright. Lucy, are you comfortable? Since this is your first time making out with Mrs. Larsen I want to remind you that you can always use the safe words to ask her to slow down, pause, or stop." "Uhm, actually..." "Well..." "Yes, Mrs. Larsen?" "Well, last Thursday Lucy came over looking for Lauren when she was at volleyball practice and she wanted to practice kissing, and I couldn't very well say no to that." "Most reasonable." "Mom!" "This is your last warning, Lauren." "And on Sunday I returned a book I had borrowed from her mother and Lucy was home alone..." "How fortuitous. I assume you continued your kissing practice?" "Oh, we did a bit more than kissing, didn't we, Lucy?" "We sure did, Mrs. Larsen!" "Lucy!" "Lauren, I gave you your final warning. You've given me no choice. Madison, fetch the restraints." "Yes, Miss Winters!" "B-b-but Miss Winters..." "No more buts, Lauren! This is an important part of the curriculum and I will not put up with your childish antics!" "Here, Miss Winters." "Ah, thank you, Madison. Mrs. Larsen, if you would be so kind as to assist me in applying these to Lauren?" "Of course, Miss Winters." "Mom?!" "I'm sorry honey, but you are being unreasonably disruptive." "Just so. If you'll hold her arms for the sheath, please?" "Like this?" "Yes, excellent. Thank you, Mrs. Larsen. Just let me tighten the cords... How's that, Lauren? Not too tight, I hope?" "Of course it's too tight! I can't move my arms at all!" "But you can still feel your hands?" "Y-yes, b-but..." "Then it's just right. Now hand me the gag please, Madison." "Here you go, Miss Winters." "Thank you. Now Mrs. Larsen, if you'll just hold up Lauren's hair... yes, just like that." "Mom!" "Hush, honey. Just open wide for the ball." "Mo-mpf!" "Excellent. Thank you, Mrs. Larsen." "Happy to help. I'm sorry Lauren is being so difficult." "I think we have it handled now. Lauren, please follow along. I suspect this won't be the last time you'll see your mother making out with one of your classmates." "I should hope not." "Mpmf!" "There, not nearly as distracting. Shall we continue, Mrs. Larsen?" "By all means." "Very well. If you would undress, please?" "Of course." "Lucy, unless I mistook the implication previously, I believe you have already had some experience with fellating Mrs. Larsen?" "Yes, Miss Winters." "Mpmf!" "Excellent. Then you can stay here with Mrs. Larsen but you don't need to undress." "Yes, Miss Winters." "Class, be quiet, please. I can hear from the whispers and giggling that now that Mrs. Larsen has fully disrobed, you have observed that unlike you and me she is a futa. As I have mentioned in an earlier class, futas only make up around ten percent of the population with the rest of us being...? Misty." "Femmes, Miss Winters?" "Exactly, femmes. The main difference between futas and femmes is that futas have a penis, also called their member or, in less clinical language, their dick or cock." "She said cock!" "Oh my god!" "It's so big!" "Look at Madison, she's practically drooling!" "Am not!" "Class! Settle down!" "Madison is hot for Lauren's mom!" "I'm not!" "Then why are you blushing?" "Settle! Down!" "I'm not b-blushing!" "Madison? Do you have something to contribute to the lesson?" "Eep! N-no, Miss, Winters! Sorry, Miss Winters!" "Good. I won't put up with all this gasping and tittering over perfectly ordinary words. Since you seem unused to the colloquial terms I shall endeavor to overcome this deficiency by primarily utilising them from now on, and anyone I catch giggling will get gagged with no second warning. Is that understood?" "Yes, Miss Winters." "Very well then. Let's continue. As I was saying, the main difference between futas and femmes is that futas have a dick or cock. They also tend to be a bit taller and more broad-shouldered. With some rare exceptions, they lack a vagina and therefor also the internal femme reproductive organs like the womb. Those who do have a vagina usually lack the otherwise typical testes, or balls. What conclusion would you draw from this about Mrs. Larsen, Quinn?" "Uhm... that she probably doesn't have a vagina?" "Because?" "Uh... because she has, uh, testa... testo... uh, balls, Miss Winters." "Is Quinn's conclusion correct, Mrs. Larsen?" "Yeah, I just have this." "As you can probably tell, Mrs. Larsen's cock is not yet fully engorged. Mrs. Larsen, I believe it would be instructive to the students if they were allowed a closer look. If you would be so kind as to make a quick circuit around the room and give everyone a chance to observe your cock up close that would be most helpful." "Sure thing!" "Feel free to touch it, but be gentle!" "Ooh, it's so warm!" "Is it okay if I squeeze it?" "Can I touch your balls?" "Go on, kiss it!" "Hands only, class!" "The skin is so soft!" "Does this feel good?" "Alright, that's enough for now. Please return to the front of the class, Mrs. Larsen." "I didn't get to touch it!" "Quiet, girls. You'll all get your chance soon enough." "Mpf!" "I believe this little exercise has had a rather invigorating effect on Mrs. Larsen, isn't that right?" "Yeah, I haven't been groped by a classroom full of pretty girls since I was in school myself." "Mpf!" "Class, as you can see Mrs. Larsen's dick is now almost fully erect. If you would please position yourself here..." "Like this?" "Yes, face that way so they can see your profile." "Should I sit on your desk?" "No, just lean against it for now." "Like this? I've never done this for show before. Well, not often." "Mpmf?!" "Now Lucy, if you would take this cushion and kneel in front of Mrs. Larsen." "Yes, Miss Winters." "Mrs. Larsen, would you be so kind as to give Lucy directions on how to proceed?" "For sure." "And please keep in mind that even though this isn't her first time, she is a beginner." "Of course." "Class, those of you in the back may stand up and move closer if you can't see properly, but stay behind the first row, please." "Yes, Miss Winters!" "Please proceed." "Okay, Lucy. Remember what I said the other day, that you can stop anytime you want." "O-okay, Mrs. Larsen." "And it's okay to be nervous." "Okay." "Now, take your hand and place it on my shaft. Grip it firmly but don't squeeze. Yes, that's good." "Should I stroke it like I did last time?" "Please do. Yeah, that's good." "Class, note that the glans, the tip, is the most sensitive part by far. The main source of pleasure for a futa is stimulation of that part of the penis, but just like a clitoris it's very sensitive so touching it directly with your fingers without proper lubrication is not recommended." "Don't look so worried, Lucy, You're doing it right." "O-okay." "Now open your mouth. You can lick it a bit first, if you want." "Like this?" "Yeah, just like that." "Observe how Lucy shifts between focusing on the tip and licking other parts of Mrs. Larsen's cock and recall the notes we made about similar techniques in cunnilingus." "Now take it inside your mouth. Yeah, suck on the tip, just like that." "Miss Winters?" "Please hold your questions until after the demonstration, Olivia." "Sorry, Miss Winters." "Keep stroking. Good, that's nice. Have you been practicing since last time?" "Just a little, with one of my toys." "Don't sneer, Quinn! Practicing your fellatio skills on a dildo, especially a life-like one, is very valuable. In fact, I want you all to spend at least ten minutes doing that during one of your daily masturbation sessions for the next week." "Are you ready to go deeper?" "Uh, I think so?" "Don't worry, I won't push." "While the tip is the most sensitive part and direct tongue stimulation is ideal, many futas enjoy it when you take more of their cock into your mouth." "What, like deepthroating?" "Please don't interrupt, Melanie." "Sorry, Miss Winters." "Deepthroating is a bit advanced for girls this young, isn't it?" "Quite right, Mrs. Larsen. Some may have a natural talent for it, but it's not something we will practice in this class. Girls, watch how Lucy moves her head up and down while stroking Mrs. Larsen's shaft with her hands. This is a method you should all learn." "Am I doing it right, Mrs. Larsen?" "Yeah, Lucy, you're doing great." "Now that Lucy had demonstrated some basic techniques, I think it's time for everyone else to have a chance to practice." "Mpf!?" "Well, everyone except Lauren, of course. Form a line girls. No pushing!" "Should I...?" "You can go back to your seat, Lucy. You can practice your masturbation, or you could do some cunnilingus practice with Lauren if you prefer." "Mpf!" "Olivia, you're first up. Kneel on the cushion, remember what Lucy showed you, and let Mrs. Larsen guide you." "Like this, Mrs. Larsen?" "Yeah, that's good, Olivia. Stroke me and open your mouth." "Lige thi?" "You don't have to stick your tongue out unless you're going to hold Mrs. Larsen's cock against it while you stroke it." "Do you want to try that? Okay, good. Yeah, like that." "You can alternate between this and sucking her if you wish, Olivia." "Mmm, yeah, that feels great. Suck me harder. Good, just like that." "Miss Winters?" "What is it, Lucy?" "Lauren keeps closing her legs when I try to practice cunnilingus on her." "Lauren, what are we to do with you? Lucy, fetch the restraining straps." "Mpf!" "Well done, Olivia. Now come help me and Lucy with the straps. Quinn, you're next up to fellate Mrs. Larsen." "Here are the straps, Miss Winters." "Thank you, Lucy. If you and Olivia each hold one of Lauren's legs and spread them... now I'll just tighten the straps around here... and here..." "Mpf!" "There! Now you can both go ahead and practice on Lauren until Quinn is done with her turn with Mrs. Larsen." "You're doing great, Quinn. You don't have to go that deep if you don't want to, but it feels amazing." "I, uh, I kinda like it? Like, feeling it there in the back and knowing you're enjoying it is... kinda hot?" "Then please continue, 'cause like I said, it feels amazing." "Thank you, Mrs. Larsen!" "I'm afraid Quinn will have to practice choking herself at another time. Misty, you're next." "Ew, it's all slimy!" "It seems Quinn's enthusiastic attempts at deepthroating has left you with some natural lubricant. That should make using your hands more pleasurable for Mrs. Larsen." "Really?" "Oh, for sure. I love it when someone uses their fingers on me when I'm this well lubed, especially here on the tip." "I thought we weren't supposed to touch that?" "Unless?" "Uhm... Right! Unless we had plenty of lube!" "Exactly." "So, uhm, what do I do, Miss Winters?" "Don't ask me, ask Mrs. Larsen. It's her penis." "Misty, was it?" "Yes, Mrs. Larsen." "Well, you can slide your fingers over it... yeah, like that... or you can mash it a bit, but not too hard. Here, let me show you. Feel that?" "Yeah." "Good, just like that. And if you slide your fingers right under the edge..." "Like this?" "Oh yeah, exactly like that. That feels really good." "Please proceed to fellating Mrs. Larsen's cock now, Misty. Your classmates are waiting." "Yes, Miss Winters." "Misty, try doing the same things with your tongue as you just did with your fingers." "Okay, Mrs. Larsen. I'll try that." "Lucy, Olivia, I see you're still practicing on Lauren." "Yes, Miss Winters. We want to make her cum before we stop." "Very good, carry on." "Yes, Miss Winters." "That's very good, Misty, slide your tongue around my tip again like that. Yeah, that feels really nice." "I think Misty should join Quinn for some kissing practice now. Your turn, Madison." "Yes, Miss Winters." "You've watched the others so you know what to do." "Yes, Miss Winters." "Very good, Madison. Your mouth feels really nice on my cock." "Thank you, Mrs. Larsen." "Don't stop sucking Mrs. Larsen's cock, Madison." "Mmkay, Msh Ingerch." "I love your hair, Madison. Is it okay if I touch it?" "Mm-hm." "Watch how Mrs. Larsen is using her hand to guide Madison's movements while maintaining eye contact. This lets her show Madison how to give her the most pleasure while making sure she's not causing her any discomfort." "Fuck, Madison, that feels so good. You're a natural cocksucker." "Judging from Mrs. Larsen's flushed face and more colorful language I believe she's getting close to her first climax. Is this correct, Mrs. Larsen?" "Fuck yeah, if pretty little Madison here keeps sucking my cock this well I'm gonna cum right in her fucking mouth!" "Madison, are you okay with Mrs. Larsen ejaculating into your mouth?" "Mm-hm!" "Very good. Just keep following Mrs. Larsen's instructions." "Suck me hard, Madison, oh yeah, just like that. Fuck! Fuck, I'm gonna cum! Open your mouth!" "Observe how Mrs. Larsen has pulled her cock out of Madison's mouth and is now stroking it herself. This is fairly common when a futa is close to orgasm after receiving fellatio as she typically needs more direct stimulation and knows best herself how to achieve the most satisfying climax." "Oh fuck! Oh fuck, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" "Oh wow!" "Look at all that sperm!" "It's all over her face!" "Ooh, she put it back in her mouth!" "Calm down, girls." "Oh fuck, Madison. Yeah, keep sucking it. Swallow my cum. Keep sucking, don't stop." "As you can see, Mrs. Larsen is giving Madison clear verbal instructions. Not all futas are as good at communicating their desires so you'll need to learn to observe their reactions to see what they want." "Open your mouth. Yeah, lick that off the tip. Now swallow." "Many futas enjoy watching someone swallow their semen, as seems to be the case with Mrs. Larsen. You're under no obligation to do this if you don't enjoy it, but I think the taste agrees with you, Madison?" "Uhm, yeah, Miss Winters. It's a bit salty but not bad." "Very good, Madison. If anyone else wants a taste, there's plenty left over on Madison's face." "Me!" "I want to try it!" "Mpf!" "Calm down, girls! Stay in line, take your turn." "Whew, that was great!" "Mpf!" "A most able demonstration, Mrs. Larsen. Will you be able to provide another?" "With these cuties sucking me? Sure, just give me a few minutes to catch my breath." "Mpf! Mmmpf!" "Lauren, please stop complaining... Oh, nevermind. It seems that was just an orgasm. Well done, Olivia!" "Thank you, Miss Winters!" "Alright, everyone pair up for kissing or cunnilingus while Mrs. Larsen recovers. Madison, go wash up now that everyone's had a chance to taste Mrs. Larsen's sperm." "Okay, Miss Winters." "Lucy, let Olivia rest and see if you can't make Lauren climax again." "Yes, Miss Winters!" "Miss Winters! Everone else is paired up." "Alright, Quinn. Ask Mrs. Larsen if she's willing to practice kissing with you." "Of course, Quinn! Let me see if you kiss as well as you suck cock." "Mpf! Mmmpf!" "Another orgasm from Lauren already? Well done, Lucy!" "Thank you, Miss Winters!" "Perhaps now she is mellow enough not to get upset that Mrs. Larsen has also agreed to assist with the vaginal intercourse lecture next week." "MPF?!" "Apparently not. I'll make a note to keep the restraints handy."

Chapter 0 - Haze

I don’t know how many days have passed. The meaty stalk forcing my jaw wide quivers and jolts. Another load slips down my throat, impossibly thick, the hearty alkaline stink of the cum still rising up and out through my nostrils after this eternity of fucking and filling. I don’t swallow anymore, I don’t think I can. The muscles in my throat are lax, too worn out from a thousand or more such feedings. I can still trace its path down, against incredible backpressure of the reservoir in my gut, into my stomach at long last. My “stomach”… I have barely caught a glimpse of it through the constant throbbing haze of orgasms, but I can feel its new dimensions. Each nerve is alight, teetering between the pain and pleasure, as it bulges just a little bit further, finally spilling out of my lap proper in time with another crashing orgasm. I readjust my legs, spread eagle, and for a moment I am lucid, the pleasure waning just enough for me to see. My massive tits throb in time with my heart, each beat motivating out more and more of my thick creamy milk in wide arcing stream, contributing to the drool of femcum and sweat in which I am mired. Between these monstrous breasts, now swollen to the size of matching pumpkins, I see my gut before me, beet red and inflated to dimensions I can scarcely define. The pearlescent cum-slick dome occupies all of the space in front of me for what be at least three feet, my legs displaced to my sides as far as they can bear…  And deep down in the pit of my gut I feel an impossible hunger for all of this seed, no matter how much they pump into me. I am not sated. I am sitting taller than I recall…. My ass and thighs have ballooned, and plum between my burgeoning butt cheeks another cock works me in a frenzied rhythm. What is left of my clothing is tattered and soaked through, a mocking reminder that I was once a person. I am now a vessel for gluttony, they tell me, those words stick with me even when I am in the deepest haze.  Something vibrates against my engorged clit, and I am pushed over the edge again… My body tenses and contracts, and cum works its way up through my nose and around the tight meat plug in my ass. This is the rhythm now, two steps forward, filling me to the impossible, then one step back, as my inevitable pleasure forces me to undo part of my “reward.” The tide rises, and falls, but each hour of each day the ocean with my core grows larger and larger… What is left of my mind wonders, idly at a best, what will happen when I can’t contain any more of this cream… Another load shoots down my throat, and what horrifies me more than anything else… is that I love it. 

Chapter 4 - Chapter Four

Corrupted Family Summary: Corrupted and mutated by their experience with tentacle rape, your family regularly tries to seduce you.  CHAPTER FOUR Dodging the burning torrent of tentacle cum it shot out, you leap forward and bring your blade down on its thigh-sized head. The dagger simply bounced off the tough flesh, but the serrated tips left a few glancing cuts; it seemed to shiver in pain, giving you just enough time to swipe at it again, cutting a large gash just below the tip. As it fell to the ground, gushing sperm like its lifeblood, you see yet more trailing towards you from the upstairs bathroom. Punching the speed-dial number for Commander Brandy on your cell phone, you dodge another shot of cum as its answered, gunshots sounding in the background, “What is it James?!” “They're in the house,” you yell, swiping at and missing one that dived for your legs. “Help me!” “We're on our w-FUCK, damn it,” she swore. “Johnson get this thing off me!” The line cuts out and you drop the phone as the tentacles charge, two nailing your stomach and sending you crashing into the wall. Dazed, your attackers waste little time, restraining your arms and legs as many more surge from upstairs into the kitchen, beating against the safe room door. “No,” you yell, fighting against the strong grip they had on you. “You can't have them! You ca-nngh!” A tentacle had just dived down your throat, fucking your windpipe viciously as others slithered up your legs and down your shirt, grinding all over your skin. The next moment the tentacles flexed and pulled back, shredding your clothes to bits, exposing your nude body as they hoist you upside down in midair. “YES, YES, FUCK ME, PLEASE, FUCK ME HARDER,” cried the shrill voice of Jessica as the tentacles dragged her through the living room, two pummeling her vagina as she used both hands to stroke her cock, a trail of cum following her. You moan on the tentacle in your mouth as one plunges into your ass, going deeper than even your mother's tail did yesterday, bulging out your stomach as tears track down your face. Jessica was already up the stairs when you heard the front door kicked in, TREF officers storming the room, shooting at the mass of tentacles pulling Amanda and your mother from the kitchen. The tentacles raping you lurched back; your eyes roll up as you feel the two heads meet in your stomach, several ropes of cum shooting out of your cock. “Do not let them be taken,” shouts the voice of the TREF Commander somewhere behind you. The tentacles go wild, blasting burning hot cum into your stomach as two more force their way inside your butt, others wrapping tightly around and roughly stroking your cock. Your eyes roll up as they spray your with their hot sperm, losing yourself in the overwhelming sentations... Suddenly you're on the ground, landing with a breathtaking “oof” in a puddle of sperm, the cut bodies of the tentacles dangling limply from your mouth and anus. You see your mother and Amanda, crying madly as the officers pulled the tentacles out of their bodies, fighting to get to the stairs. Several officers run up to the bathroom, following the stream of Jessica's orgasms and the erratic splattering of the tentacles' cum. “Come on, James,” says the voice of Commander Brandy from above you, as two other officers pull the dead tentacles out of you. “They're gone now.” She pulled you up to a chair, handing you a towel as your family was taken to another room until they calm down. You try not to stare at the Commander too much – her uniform is torn at the chest, revealing a single, attractive breast and there's a hole at her crotch, a white stream of sperm sliding down her legs. She doesn't seem to care, handing you a flask of some bitter tasting liquid, “I'm sorry James... They managed to take Jessica.” “Wh-what? How,” you ask, afraid. “They came through the plumbing – how'd she get taken?” “She was taken to a neighboring street before going through the sewers,” Brandy answered, looking sympathetic. “I have search and rescue teams attempting to track her now, but they're moving fast, we might not be able to reach her in time.” Thunderstruck, you let your head fall into your hands. Sure, the last few weeks haven't been the easiest, but Jessie's still your little sister and you still love her! The thought of her languishing in the hands of those monsters was more than you could stand. “Where is the closest known hive,” you ask, a determined glint in your eyes. Brandy sighed, “That would be Hive T52-X, about three miles from here. It's the largest in the region, James. Trying to find her there would be tantamount to surrendering yourself to them.” “I'm going to try,” you counter, tying the towel around your waist so you could get some clothes. “Will you protect my family until I return?” She stood up, much taller than you, but nodded, “We will give you forty eight hours. After that your family will be moved to the Center for Tentacle Victim Habitation and you will be considered CBT.” Thanking the commander for her promise, you go upstairs to throw on your old hunting outfit, knowing the more gear and rations you can bring, the better your chances of coming home. Downstairs, you find your mother and older sister in the family room, restrained by several officers and TREF doctors administering a familiar chemical – called Postecoitex, it simulates an intense orgasm until the patient is knocked out. Amanda and your mother were screaming out from the force of the chemically induced pleasure; you want to say goodbye but you know there's no way they'd hear or comprehend anything but their own ecstatic screams. “Here,” said Brandy, handing you a TREF auto-pistol and five gas grenades, “you'll need these. Daggers wont do you much good against a whole hive of the beasts.” “Thank you,” you say, gratefully, watching your family spasm around in the constraints. You know that Brandy considers your mission to be a lost cause; hell, your sister would probably never want to leave the tentacles again, and the rest of your small family would readily follow along with her. But they are still your family. You're going to do anything you can to keep your family together. And if you kill a couple hundred of the bastards that ruined your normal life along the way, well... more's the better.  END CHAPTER FOUR

Chapter 4 - Red Shoes: Femistance Ambush

You're pressed against the ground behind an overturned elcar, the tiny two-seated vehicle entirely inadequate as cover against the heavy fire coming from the other end of the street. Stun bolts are bursting all around you, and any time you point your own weapon in the direction of the Futarchy soldiers to squeeze off a few blind shots your hand tingles from all the near misses when you pull it back. You look over at Wild Child on the other side of the street. She's just as trapped as you, but at least the burned out husk of the hover truck is giving her some proper cover - enough that she can actually aim some of her shots. You want nothing more than to yell into your radio and ask Dancing Queen what the fuck is taking so long, but you know you can't trust your comms to be secure with the enemy this close. Your squadmates are supposed to be circling around to flank the Futarchy bitches, but so far there's no sign of them. "Cock!" A stray bolt nearly hits your leg. You try to will yourself to become smaller, pulling your legs up against your chest and pulling your head down. You raise your hand to fire again, but before you can squeeze off a single shot intense pain shoots up your arm and you lose all feeling in your hand. "Cooock!" Wild Child looks over at you and you raise your arm to show her your floppy, useless hand. She looks from that to your weapon, sparking on the ground from the overload of a direct hit. She sets her jaw and gives you a little nod, and before you can protest she's up and firing. This time she's not ducking down after three or four shots like before, but she keeps laying down fire. Over the crackling of the stun bolts you hear the satisfying yelp of an enemy going down, then another... but the return fire is compact, the hovercraft shooting off sparks in all direction as the enemy focuses their fire on Wild Child's position. Somewhat clumsily you draw your sidearm with your left hand, draw a few deep breaths to steel yourself, then rise up on your knees over your cover. You use the short moment you have before you draw their attention to aim for one of the enemy who has moved partway out of her cover. She's wearing the usual slave soldier getup with almost no armor except the helmet that keeps her hopped up on cum and combat drugs. A direct hit to her chest makes her flop down, and you have time to fire twice more at the soldier beside her before some of them shift their fire to you and you're forced back down, shooting blindly over your cover. With a sinking feeling in your stomach you hear the Futarchy officer bark orders, and when you risk a quick look over your cover you see that your suspicions are correct - three of the soldiers are advancing while their comrades keep firing at you and Wild Child. The fire is too intense for you to do more than shoot blindly, and you have less than a minute before you'll be flanked. You look over at Wild Child who has slung her steaming stunner and is drawing her sidearm. She meets your look and shakes her head before rising to take a shot at the main line of the enemy, crying out as a shot from one of the flankers nearly hit her and she has to throw herself down on the ground to keep from being stunned. Your only chance is that Dancing Queen and the others show up in the next thirty seconds or they'll have nobody to ambush. Suddenly a massive hail of stun bolt fire strikes the enemy's right flank, and when they scramble to face that you hear Barracuda whoop as she opens up with her heavy stunner on their left. You grin as you see the Futarchy officer yelling orders as the slave troopers panic and fire wildly. When Barracuda hits her right in the crotch you laugh out loud despite your pain and exhaustion. It's over in less than a minute. A few of the enemy manage to find cover from one side or the other long enough to return fire, but they can't protect themselves against the crossfire. The last one tries to charge Wild Child who shoots her with two, three more stun bolts than strictly necessary, her face a mask of grim determination. Once all the enemies are down, she walks over to you to help you up. You hug fiercely, then walk over to the others. "Alright, ladies!" You all turn towards Dancing Queen - all except Atomic and Tainted Love who continue to keep watch. "You know the drill. Take what you can carry, destroy the rest. We can't risk taking any of these poor girls with us this time, but with this cocker knocked out" - she fires her sidearm into the unconscious officer's chest - "maybe some of them can wake up and make off on their own before their backup gets here." You nod grimly. Most of the troopers will stay loyal to their mistresses in the Futarchy, too heavily conditioned to break free without lengthy deprogramming, but a few may be clear-headed enough to run. "We leave in five minutes. Hop to it!" You quickly strip the enemies of as many weapons as you can carry and disable the rest, then smash the helmets of the slave troopers. Dancing Queen grabs the officer's device, handing it to your tech expert Stomp Box so she can disable the tracking wares. The mixture of cum and combat drugs that keeps them obedient and aggressive has a sharp smell to it that makes you a little queasy even as it tempts you. You're more resistant to the futa pheromones than most girls, but you're far from immune and in situations like this the memories of your conditioning start to creep back - the taste of cum, the simplicity of service, the sheer joy of having your body used for pleasure. But then Wild Child is there beside you and you're back in the present. You give her a tight hug, then accept an armful of stun rifles from Dancing Queen. "Are you alright? I'm sorry we cut it so close, but we had to let Barracuda get into position." "Never better," you smile back at her. She clasps your shoulder, then turns around and claps her hands. "Time to go, ladies!" You form up and go back into the ruins, leaving the Futarchy controlled parts of the city behind you.

Chapter 1 - A New Samantha

A sunny afternoon on Shady Oaks Lane. Robert Anderson has just parked his car in the driveway. Samantha: Hi Mr. Anderson! Robert: Oh, hello there, Samantha! You're looking awful pretty today. Samantha: Thank you, Mr. Anderson! Robert: Is that a new outfit? It's not like you to wear anything quite so... uhm, revealing? Samantha: Do you like it? My parents picked it out for me! Robert: Really? That skirt is very short and that top is almost see-through, what little there is of it. Samantha: Yeah, isn't it great? Can you tell I'm not wearing underwear when I bend over like this? Robert: Whoa there! I don't think you're supposed to show me that! Mark: Hey there Bob! Enjoying the view? Robert: Oh! Uh, hello Mark! Hello Barbara! Uhm, I wasn't... Barbara: Hello Robert. There's no need to blush like that. Samantha, stand up straight. Samantha: Yes, Mom! Robert: Uh, Samantha sure has, uh, changed since I last saw her. Mark: Oh yeah, we had her slutjacked a few weeks ago. Hello Karen! Karen: Hello Mark, Barbara... Samantha? Samantha: Hi Mrs. Anderson! Barbara: Hello Karen. Did you change your hair? Karen: Yes, I wanted to try something new. Thank you for noticing. I see you've, uhm, changed some things too? Barbara: Me? Oh, you mean Samantha? Yes, we decided it was time to have her slutjacked. We had hoped she'd grow into being more liberated after she turned eighteen last fall, but, well, you know how it is with kids. Karen: Oh, I've heard of this! Bob, didn't Carol mention something about this the other day? Robert: Huh? Oh, uh... yeah, yeah, I think she did! She said they'd had some procedure done on their daughter to, uh, how did she put it... 'make her more outgoing', wasn't that what she said, honey? She said they were very happy with the results. Karen: Yes, I think that was it. If this is what she meant she was underselling it. Mark: Hah! I know what you mean, right? When we first heard about it we thought it was a hoax with a provocative name to make the news. 'Slutjack' sounds just like something a bunch of twenty-something nerd virgins would come up with, right? Barbara: But then I heard from Liz at the office that they had tried it on their Hannah with wonderful results so I looked into it a bit more. Mark: Heh, yeah, I still thought it was all hype but Barb convinced me to give it a shot. And now we couldn't be happier! Robert: Well, uhm, it certainly seems to have affected her. Mark: I know, right? No more sweatpants and bulky sweaters! We finally get to show off our sweet Sam the way she deserves. Robert: So, uh, so I see. And she's happy with this? Mark: Oh yeah! Isn't that right, sweetie? Samantha: Oh yes, Mrs. Anderson! I love being a slut! I get to wear these hot outfits that everyone loves, and I get to have sex all the time! Mark: Ha ha! Yeah, that's for sure! Barbara: If there weren't two of us we'd never be able to keep up with her. Karen: Oh. Oh! Uh, so you, uh... Barbara: Oh yes, Karen, all the time. Karen: Both of you? Barbara: Of course! Sam loves pleasing her dear old mother, don't you, sweetie? Samantha: Oh yes, Mommy! Do you want me to do it now? Barbara: Not right now, sweetie. Wait until we get home. Samantha: Aww! Robert: She really is, uh, how did you put it, uh, liberated. Mark: I know, right? No inhibitions at all. Here, let me show you. Robert: Uhm, I'm not sure... Mark: Samantha? Show Mr. and Mrs. Anderson your tits. Samantha: Okay, Daddy! Here, like this? Robert: Oh! Oh my. Samantha: You can feel them if you like. Robert: Uh, I'm not sure that's appropriate... Karen? Karen: She asked me to, Robert. It would be impolite not to. Robert: But... I mean... Karen: Just put your hand here, Robert. Robert: Karen! Samantha: Do you like them? Robert: Oh... uh, yeah, they're very nice, Samantha. Barbara: You know, we could give you a more thorough demonstration if you'd like. Robert: I'm not sure... Barbara: This Saturday, perhaps? Drinks at six, maybe dinner? Karen: We'd be delighted. Wouldn't we, Robert? Robert: Karen? A-are you sure? Karen: Of course I'm sure, Robert. Should we bring anything? A bottle of wine for dinner? Barbara: That would be great, thank you, Karen. Something white? I'll be making a salad. You don't want to have too heavy a meal or Samantha will wear you out. Karen: I... I see, yes. Something white. Robert, you can let go of Samantha's breasts now. Robert: Oh! Uh, sorry, Sam. Samantha: It's fine! I like the way your hands feel, Mr. Anderson. Robert: Uh, thank you? Mark: Ha ha! Always so polite, Bob. Robert: Uhm... Barbara: You can cover your breasts now, sweetie. Samantha: Okay, Mom! Robert: I, uh, I guess we'll see you Saturday, then? Barbara: Saturday at six!

Chapter 2 - Dinner Party

The Wells residence on Shady Oaks Lane. Mark and Barbara welcome their guests, Robert and Karen Anderson. Mark: Hello! Bob, Karen, welcome! Come on in! Karen: Thank you, Mark. Barbara: So nice to see you! Robert: You too, Barbara. Barbara: Oh, call me Barb, Robert. Everyone does. Robert: Only if you'll call me Bob. Only Karen calls me Robert. Barbara: Very well. Bob it is. Karen: Mark, here's the wine bottle for dinner. Mark: Thank you Karen! Ooh, fancy label! Karen: Actually, we brought two. This one's for dessert. Mark: Trying to get us drunk, eh? Karen: If necessary. Mark: Hah! Good one, Karen! Barbara: Let's start with drinks and see where that takes us. The bar is over here, if you'll follow me? Robert: This is a nice living room, Mark. Mark: Oh, that's all Barb. She's the one with taste. I just move things where she tells me to. Barbara: And look good doing it. Mark: Hah! Thanks honey. Make me a whisky sour, would you? Barbara: Let me serve our guests first, darling. What would you like? Robert: A martini for me, Barb. Barbara: A martino for Bob, and for you Karen? Karen: I'll try that whisky sour. Barbara: One martini, two whisky sours, and I think I'll join you with another martini, Bob. Just a moment. --- XXX --- Robert: Mm-mm! You mix a mean martini, Barb. Barbara: Thank you, Bob. Mark: Me and Barb took this online class on mixing drinks. I don't think we were sober that whole month! Barbara: Well, you weren't. Mark: Haha! Yeah, I guess I was more into the tasting than the mixing. Samantha: Hi Mr. Anderson! Hi Mrs. Anderson! Karen: Hello Samantha! That's a cute outfit. Samantha: Do you like it? Mom said I should put on something nice for you guys so I picked this skirt because it's short and not too tight so you can pull it up real easy, like this, see? Robert: Uh, yeah, I can see quite a lot. Samantha: And this top just has two buttons, and even if they're done up you can reach under it. Here, let me show you. Daddy, put your hands under my top. Mark: Like this? Samantha: Yes. See? Daddy can play with my boobs right under it. Robert: Very, uh, neat. Samantha: It sure is, Mr. Anderson! Mark: We're lucky she's wearing anything at all, isn't that right, princess? Samantha: Daddy, you're embarrassing me! I just feel more comfortable without a lot of clothes on, that's all. Mark: Aw, you know I don't mean to tease you. Now give ol' Dad a kiss. Samantha: Okay, Daddy! Robert: That's, um, quite a kiss. Karen: Barb, I notice Samantha is much more affectionate than she used to be. Barbara: Oh very much so. Let me show you. Samantha darling, give your father a chance to breathe and come sit here with me. Samantha: Okay, Mommy! Barbara: Here sweetie, sit on Mommy's lap. Samantha: Cozy! Do you want a kiss too, Mommy? Barbara: You know I do, princess. Robert: Oh wow. Karen: I remember when we came over, was it last spring? About a year ago? She barely came out of her room. Mark: Yeah, Sam used to be real shy and withdrawn. The slutjack has done wonders for our family life, and for her social life as well. Karen: I can imagine. Barbara: That's right, sweetie, spread your legs for Mommy. Let me feel that sweet little pussy. Robert: Oh! Oh wow. Mark: Like I said the other day: No inhibitions. Karen: Clearly. Robert: And this is, uh, permanent? No, uhm, mood swings? Mark: Well, she's still a teenager, you know? And she's always had a mind of her own, our Sam, that's for sure. But yeah, she's always horny, pretty much. Samantha: Oh Mommy, that feels so good! Barbara: Is that right? Do you like Mommy's fingers in your little pussy? Samantha: Oh yes, Mommy! I love it! Robert: Doesn't that cause problems with her friends and, well, other adults? Mark: You mean her teachers? Not so far. She's still making good choices. Robert: I see. Uh, I guess. Samantha: Oh Mommy! Mommy, I'm cumming! I'm cumming, Mommy! Barbara: That's right, darling. Cum for Mommy! Mark: And with her friends it's actually a big help. For me and Barb, anyway. Karen: How so? Mark: For example, yeah, like, she has this friend Lily, right? She comes over here for sleepovers sometimes, and they have some fun like young girls do, right? Robert: ...right. Mark: And when Sam's over at her place they do the same thing. She asked to make sure we were okay before she got Lily's parents involved, of course, just like Lily made sure her parents talked to us before we did anything with her. Robert: Uh, oh, okay. Mark: Part of the deal, y'know? When Sam's over at Lily's they get to play with her, and when Lily's over here... Robert: Oh, so Lily's also been, uhm, jacked? Mark: Nah, she's a natural. Some girls are just born sluts, y'know? Barbara: That's a good girl, suck Mommy's fingers clean. Samantha: Mmf mu Mmmy. Barbara: I love you too, sweetie. Karen: Barb, that was a delightful demonstration. Samantha, I'm sure your mother is very proud of you. Barbara: I sure am. Samantha: Thank you, Mommy! Thank you, Mrs. Anderson! Karen: Please, call me Karen. Barbara: Samantha, why don't you go sit with Auntie Karen for a bit. Mommy needs to get dinner ready. Samantha: Okay, Mommy! Is it okay if I sit here next to you, Auntie Karen? Karen: Of course, sweetie. Sit right here and spread your legs... yes, just like that. Mark: I'll help you, honey. Samantha, you be good to Bob and Karen now, you hear? Samantha: Of course, Daddy! Mark: That's my good little girl. Enjoy yourselves. Karen: We will, Mark. You go help Barb and we'll make sure Samantha doesn't get bored. Mark: I'm sure you will. Karen: Bob, why don't you come sit here with me and Samantha. Robert: Oh, uh, of course. We're not crowding you, are we, Samantha? Samantha: Not at all! I like it close and snuggly. Robert: So it's okay if we... uhm... Karen: Do what your Mom and Dad did just now? Samantha: Oh, of course! Do you want to finger me like Mom did, Mrs. Anders- uh, auntie Karen? Karen: All in good time. Let's start with some kissing first, Samantha. Why don't you lean over to Robert and give him a kiss. Samantha: Okay! Karen: That's very nice. Yeah, give him some tongue, he likes that. Samantha: Mmmkay. Karen: Put your hands on her Robert, don't be so nervous. Samantha: You want to touch my boobs like Daddy did, Mr. Anderson? Robert: I, uh, I'd love to. Under your top, like this? Samantha: Mmm, that feels so nice! Karen: Your hair is so beautiful, Samantha. Is it okay if I touch it? Samantha: Please do, auntie Karen! Oh yeah, that feels real good when you draw your fingers through it like that. Karen: I'm glad. How does my husband's hands feel? Samantha: Mmm, so good. You have such big, strong hands, Mr. Anderson. Karen: Do you like how he plays with your boobs? Samantha: I love it! You're so gentle, Mr. Anderson. Robert: Uh, thank you, Sam. Karen: There's more to her than her boobs, Robert. Robert: Sam, uh, do you mind if I... Samantha: Mmmfyou can do whatever you want, Mr. Anderson, as long as you keep... mmm... kissing me. Karen: That's right, Robert, touch her. Touch her all over. Samantha: Mmm, that feels so nice... Karen: You like when he squeezes your little butt, Samantha? His big strong hands on your tiny ass? Samantha: Y-yes, Auntie Karen... it's making me so wet... Karen: Good. Then sit back down here and show us that pretty little pussy of yours. Let me see how wet it is. Samantha: O-okay! Like this, Auntie Karen? Karen: Oh yes, that's perfect. Do you want me or Robert to finger you first, Sam? Samantha: Uhm, lemme think... I think I want- Mark: Dinner's ready! Samantha: Da-ad! Can't we wait five more minutes? Mark: Sorry, honey! You know your mother doesn't hold dinner for anything. Karen: I think we'd better do as your father says and have dinner. I'm sure we can continue this after. Samantha: Aww. I guess you're right. But only if both of you finger me afterwards! Karen: I'm sure we'll do that and more. Samantha: Aw, okay then. Race you to the table! Mark: Haha, that's my girl! --- XXX --- Robert: This is a lovely meal, Barb. Barbara: Thank you, Bob! Where did you get this wine? It's delicious. Robert: I found it on this recommendation site called... uhm... what was it... uh, I'll text you the details. Barbara: Thanks, Bob, that will be lovely. Karen: Oh! Oh. Oh. Mmm... Robert: Honey? Are you okay? Karen: I'm... Oh yes... I'm fine, Robert. I just got a little - oh, right there - a little surprise visitor... Robert: What do you mean? What's... Oh! Oh, hello there, Samantha. Samantha: Mmmf Mstr Mmmnnndrssmmm. Mark: Oh, we should have told you! Sam always finishes her meal first - you know teenagers, just gulping everything down without chewing properly - so she likes to help everyone else get ready for after. Robert: Oh, uh, that's, uh, nice. Barbara: It really is. She's a much more giving person since we had that jack installed. Robert: I can, uh, see that, Barb. Karen: Mmm... yes, right there. Suck my clit. Harder. A little harder. Yes, just like that. Now use your tongue. Robert: She seems very, uhm, obliging. Mark: She sure is, Bob! Don't get me wrong, Barb gives a mean blowjob, but Sam will pop down on her knees and start sucking without me even needing to ask her to! Barbara: Mark! You're making me sound like a frigid hag. Mark: Aw, Barb, I'm sorry. You know what I mean. And to be fair, she does the same for you more than I do, so I guess that makes us even. Barbara: Part of that is true, at least. Mark: Heh. I'll take it. Karen: Oh! Oh yes! Keep going! Keep going, Sam! Barbara: Why don't we clear the table while Sam and Karen finish up. Mark: Yeah, we've got another thing to show you before it's your turn, Bob! You're going to love this! --- XXX --- Samantha: Oooh, this feels so good... Robert: What did you say this was called, Mark? Mark: A sybian. Robert: So there's a vibrator... Mark: Yeah, and you can switch it out for all kinds of different models. Robert: She certainly seems to enjoy it. Mark: Yeah, she rides that thing like a bike, doesn't she! Hah! Samantha: Oh fuuuck! I'm so close! Daddy, will you please turn it up? Just a little? Robert: And that's the remote? Mark: Yeah. You just turn this dial here to change the speed. Turn it down, like this... hear how the pitch drops? Robert: Uh, yeah. Samantha: No, please Daddy... Mark: Or you can turn it up... Samantha: Oh yes! Oh yes, Daddy! Oh my god, I'm gonna cum! Thank you, Daddy! Mark: Wanna give it a try? Robert: Oh, uh, sure, if you're offering, Mark. Mark: Of course, here, take it! Play with it a bit. Samantha: I'm so close, Daddy! I'm gonna cum for you, Daddy! Mark: Oh, it's not Daddy holding the remote now, sweetie. It's Bob you're cumming for now. Samantha: Please, Mr. Anderson, please please let me cum! I'm so close, just turn it up a little more! Karen: Turn it down a little, Robert. Robert: Oh? Okay, uh, sure thing, honey. Samantha: Nooo, please, turn it up! Karen: Is it okay if I sit here with you, Samantha? Samantha: Oh, o-of course, Auntie Karen. Karen: My, you'we worked up quite a sweat, haven't you? All that riding and cumming? Samantha: Y-yes, Auntie Karen. Karen: But you're not tired yet, are you? You still have a couple of orgasms in you for me and Robert? Samantha: Yes! Yes, of course, Auntie Karen! Please, will you tell Mr. Anderson to turn it up? Karen: All in good time, Samantha. We've very much enjoyed watching you cum, haven't we, Robert? Robert: Uh, yes, definitely. Karen: So now Robert's going to control the vibrator and I'm going to help you along. Samantha: O-okay, Auntie Karen! Karen: Turn it down a little more, Robert. I'll just put my hand here and... yes, lean back like that, Samantha. Oh, I can feel the vibrations right through your skin. Does that feel good, sweetie? When I put my hand here? Samantha: Y-yes, Auntie Karen. Karen: And if I slide my hand down here and play with your clit? Samantha: Oh! Oh my god! Karen: Turn it up, Robert. Samantha: Oh god! Oh yes! Karen: Higher. Samantha: Omigodomigodomigod! Karen: And if I suck your pretty little nipple... Samantha: I'm gonna cum! Oh god I'm gonna cum! Robert: Is the max setting to much, or... Mark: Oh now, go right ahead, Bob! Robert: Okay, let's see... Samantha: Ooooh fuuuuck! I'm... I'm cumming! I'm cuuummiiing! --- XXX --- Barbara: So what do you think? Robert: I'm very impressed. The change seems very... comprehensive. Barbara: In some ways, sure. Sam's a lot more extroverted than she used to be, but she's still mostly the same. Robert: So she's not always this, uhm, enthusiastic? Barbara: No, she's a lot more mellow most of the time, thank God, or me and Mark would both have had heart attacks by now. Robert: But like you said, no inhibitions. Barbara: No inhibitions. And once you get her going... well, you can see for yourself. Samantha: Don't stop! Fuck me! Fuck me harder, Daddy! Mark: Not until you put your mouth back between Mrs. Anderson's legs. You must be considerate of our guests, sweetie. Samantha: Mmm smmmry Mmmdy! Karen: Oh my god, that's amazing. Keep going, sweetheart. Mark: That's better, princess. Robert: It's all very impressive. Barbara: You still seem a bit hesitant, Bob. Karen: I mean... Karen is fully onboard, and Sam seems to enjoy it but... I guess... It seems a little... invasive? Barbara: I know how you feel. I was doubtful too at first, but... well, you can't argue with results. She's still our sweet Sam, only more open and relaxed. Robert: Huh. I guess that's true. Barbara: It's always scary making big decisions for your kids, but you've got to trust that you know what's best for them, right? Robert: Hm. Yes, yes, I suppose so. I trust Karen's judgement, and since she thinks it's the right choice... Barbara: Sure. Oh, wait, you haven't fucked her yet, have you? Robert: Uh, what? I mean... no, but... Barbara: You really have to try fucking her before you decide how you feel. Robert: Uhm, right now? I don't want to interrupt... Karen: Keep fucking, her Mark. Keep pushing her pretty face into my crotch. Mark: You got it, Karen. Don't move your mouth from Karen's pussy, Sam. Barbara: Oh, Mark won't mind. Mark, honey? Mark: Yes, dear? Barbara: Make some room for Bob, will you? Mark: Oh, you wanna tag in, Bob? Robert: Only, uhm, if it's okay, I don't want to get in the way... Mark: Nonsense! Sam will be happy to have you, won't you, princess? Samantha: Mmmf! Barbara: Don't speak with your mouth full, sweetie. Samantha: Sorry Mommy! Yes, Mr. Anderson, please fuck me! I want your cock inside me right now! Mark: See? You go right ahead. Robert: I, uh, I guess... Barbara: Mark, take Bob's pants. Here, let me guide you in... Robert: Oh! Uh, thanks. Oh, that feels... Samantha: Oh wow! Your cock feels so good, Mr. Anderson! Robert: Oh, uhm, thank you, sweetheart. Samantha: Now fuck me, please? Robert: Uh, okay. Karen: That's good, honey. Fuck this cute little slut while she eats my pussy. Samantha: Mmmf! Fmmk mmm! --- XXX --- Mark: So do you think they're sold yet? Barbara: Karen for sure. Bob still seems hesitant. Mark: I'm sure he'll come around. Barbara: Perhaps. It's a big step. Remember how long it took for me to convince you? Mark: Heh. Yeah, that's true. Barbara: Either way, I suspect they'll invite us over in a month or two. Mark: Really? I mean... Barbara: Whether they decide to jack their daughters or not, they've seen the benefits of an open family life. I'm sure they'll want to thank us. Mark: Huh. Yeah, they sure seem to be enjoying themselves. Robert: Oh fuck! Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! Karen: Open your mouth, Sam! Let me see you take my husband's load on your tongue. Samantha: G'gay Ngtie Grn. Robert: Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm cumming! Mark: Aw, look at our little princess. Such a trooper. Karen: Now suck him, sweetie. Suck his cock while he pumps his sperm into your mouth. Robert: Fuuuck! --- XXX --- Karen: Thank you both so much, this has been a most lovely evening. Robert: Yeah, uh, thanks for inviting us. Karen: And thank you too, Samantha. Samantha: Mmmf mmym! Mark: It's been our pleasure, Karen. Isn't that right, Barb? Barbara: It certainly has. I hope you can come over again soon. It seems Sam has taken quite a liking to you. Mark: Especially Bob! Honey, you'll have to let uncle Bob's cock go now. Samantha: Mm! Mmm wmmm smmmk mmt mrmm! Mark: I'm sure he'll let you suck it some more the next time they visit. Isn't that right, Bob? Robert: I, uh, would be happy to. But now we, uh, need to get home. Samantha: Mmmf! Barbara: Sam. Samantha: Mmmf. Barbara: Look, Daddy's cock is all hard for you again. Samantha: Mmmf... Mmmookay. Mark: No pouting, sweetie. Now say goodbye to our guests. Samantha: Thank you so much! You both made me cum so hard and you have to promise to visit soon! Karen: We'll see what we can do, sweetheart. Robert: Alright, you'll have to ease up on this hug now or you'll squeeze me to death, and then I for sure can't come to visit again. Samantha: I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson! Robert: It's alright, sweetie. Now, uh, go take care of your dad. Mark: You wanna take another ride on the sybian while you give ol' Dad a blowjob, princess? Samantha: Yay! Mark: Alright, lemme find that remote... Barbara: Heh. Kids, am I right? Robert: Uh, yeah. I guess. Huh. Karen: It really has been a lovely evening, and Samantha has been a big part of it. Thank you for inviting us. Barbara: You're welcome back anytime. And, you know, if you decide to jack your own girls we'll be happy to bring Sam over. Or even if you don't. Karen: We'll keep that in mind. Robert: Uh, yeah. Karen: But now we really must go. Take care, Barb, and see you soon. Barbara: Goodbye! --- XXX --- Robert: Do you really think we should consider this for Ash and Hannah? Karen: Well, we should at least discuss it. Robert: I guess Ash could stand to be a bit more extroverted. Karen: She certainly could. Robert: But isn't Hannah a bit too young? Karen: She's eighteen, Robert. But I'm not sure she needs something like this. Robert: What do you mean? Karen: You know what I mean. Robert: She's not... is she having sex? Karen: Oh, Robert. Yes, she's having sex. Robert: But... but... Karen: She goes to you when she needs comfort or help with her homework. She comes to me when she wants to talk about boys. And girls. Robert: Oh. Both? Huh. Yeah, uh, I guess you're right. But not Ash...? Karen: Nothing. I don't think she's even dating. Robert: She's almost twenty! Karen: I know. That's why I think this could be a good thing for her. Robert: Huh. Yeah, maybe. Karen: It's worth looking into, at least. Robert: Yes. Yes, I suppose it is. Karen: Now I just hope Samantha didn't wear you out completely. Robert: Huh? Oh! Oh, uh, no, she didn't. Karen: Good. Because I have use for you tonight, Mr. Anderson. Robert: As you wish, Mrs. Anderson.

Chapter 1 - Chapter One

Holly poked her head into her daughter Madison's room. Madison is there with her classmate Linda. "Hey sweetie, I'm home! "Hi Mom!" "Hi Mrs. Booker!" "Hello, Linda. Are you girls studying?" "No Mrs. Booker, we're just watching some videos." "You're done with all your school work?" "Yes, Mom." "Good. Then you can give me a hand, Madison." "Uh, can't it wait? I don't want to leave Linda all alone." "I'm sure Linda can handle being alone for a few minutes. It shouldn't take long." "But Mo-om!" "No buts, young lady!" "I'll be fine, Maddy." "See? Linda will be fine." "Ugh, okay, fine!" --- XXX --- Ten minutes later Linda goes looking for the bathroom. She hears an odd noise from Holly's bedroom, and since the door isn't closed she peeks inside, spotting Holly sitting at the foot of her bed with Madison kneeling between her legs. "That's good, sweetie. Keep sucking Mommy's cock." "Mmf?" "Yeah, go faster. That's good, baby. Oh, hi Linda!" "Mmmf!" "Oh, uh, hi Mrs. Booker! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snoop." "It's fine, sweetie. Madison's just giving me a blowjob to help me relax after work." "Oh, uhm, okay." "Mo-om! I-" "Shush, honey. No talking until Mommy cums. Open up. Good, now keep sucking." "Mmf!" "Honestly, I don't know why Madison's so shy about this. I mean, you go down on your mother, right Linda?" "Uh, no, not really." "Huh. You should. I'm sure she'd appreciate it." "Mmf!" "Stop talking with your mouth ful, Madison." "Can I... can I watch?" "Sure thing, sweetie! Here, you can sit here beside me." "Okay." "Lean your head back a little bit more, Maddy, so Linda can see properly." "Mmf! Mo-om!" "What did I say about talking? Do you want to be grounded, young lady?" "But Mo-om!" "No buts, Maddy!" "But-" "I'm serious. Get back to sucking Mommy's cock or no screen time for the rest of the week." "...okay." "That's better. And tilt your head back like I said. That's good, sweetie. Doesn't Maddy look pretty with my cock in her mouth?" "Oh wow, yeah. Does she... does she do this a lot?" "Oh yeah, every day. My baby takes such good care of her Mommy." "Wow, every day?" "Yeah, sometimes more than once. She swallows too." "Uhm, like your..." "My cum, yeah. Slurps it all up and swallows every drop." "Oh wow. I'd love to see that." "You will, soon enough. Here, stroke her hair, like this. She loves that." "Like this?" "Yes, that's right! See how she rubs her head against your hand? She can't help it, she just loves that so much." "I can't believe she takes it so deep!" "Yes, she's very skilled, my sweet little Maddy." "Doesn't she, like, gag? I would if I had something that big that deep in my mouth." "Only if I push it all the way down, like this." "Ggllmmf!" "Oh wow." "I mostly do that when I'm about to cum, though. And Maddy is such a trooper, she never complains. Well, not anymore." "All that spittle, is that... normal?" "Yes. Taking a cock down your throat makes it all come out." "It's kinda hot." "I think so too. You can get down there beside her if you want a closer look." "Okay." "Keep stroking her hair. Yes, just like that." "Oh wow, she's slobbering all over herself! Just from sucking your cock!" "Sometimes it's all over her chest before we're done." "That's so hot." "I bet you'd look hot like that too, Linda." "Do you really think so?" "Absolutely. Want to give it a try?" "What, right now?" "Sure! Madison won't mind sharing, will you sweetie?" "Mmf!" "Don't be jealous, Maddy. It doesn't suit you. Share with your friend." "Mmfokay, Mommy." "That's a good girl." "Oh wow, it's so big! I'm not sure I can even get it in my mouth!" "Just give it a try, okay? Hold it with your hands... yes, just like that. Now open wide..." "Gike gish?" "Yes, just like that. Now put it inside..." "Mmmf." "Mmm, yes, that's good. Why don't you tell her how to continue, Maddy?" "Hmf. Okay, so you want to move your hands on her shaft... don't grip too hard, and move slow at first." "Mmmf?" "Yes, that's good. Suck on the tip and, like, swirl your tongue around it?" "Mmf gmmf?" "Oh yes, sweetie, that feels great. Now go deeper." "You've got to, like, relax. If you tense up, you'll never get it all the way inside." "Stroke her throat, Maddy. That'll help her." "Like this, Mommy?" "Yes, that's good. Doesn't that feel good, Linda?" "Mm-hmf." "I'm going to push a little, okay? Help hold her, Maddy, but not too hard." "Okay, Mom." "See? You can do it." "Mmf!" "Let her get some air, Maddy." "Am I doing it right, Mrs. Booker?" "Oh yes, you're doing very well, sweetie." "Can I try again?" "Of course! Are you ready?" "Yes, Mrs. Booker." "That's a good girl. Open your mouth... Mmm, yes, suck the tip..." "Should I stroke her throat again, Mommy?" "Yes, honey. Help her relax. Are you ready to take me deeper again, Linda?" "Mmf!" "Okay, let's try it again. Yes, push her head down on my cock, Maddy, just like that." "Glmpf!" "No, don't pull back yet! Try a little harder!" "Oh look! She's doing it, Mommy!" "She sure is, sweetie!" "Mmmf!" "Yes, that's great, Linda! Hold it right there!" "Glmf!" "Okay, you can let her go now, Maddy." *cough* "Oh my god! Did I take all of it!" "Not quite, sweetie, but you were close." "She wasn't that close." "It was a good effort. And now you've got spittle all over your chin, just like Maddy." "I want to try again!" "That's good, Linda, but I'd like Madison to finish me off now. You watch, okay?" "Aww... Okay, Mrs. Booker." "That's a good girl." "I'm ready, Mommy!" "Good, baby. Oh yes, that feels great." "Oh wow! She took it all the way right away!" "Yes, all that practice is paying off, isn't it, Maddy?" "She really does this every day?" "She sure does. Oh yes, keep going, sweetie! I'm close now!" "She's moving so fast!" "Yes, baby! Suck the tip! Use your tongue! Oh god, just like that! Keep going!" "Are you going to cum in her mouth, Mrs. Booker!" "Oh yes! Oh fuck yes! I'm going to cum right down your throat, Maddy! Fuck! Get ready, baby!" "Mmmf!" "Oh wow! She took you all the way down again!" "Oh fuck! Oh fuck yes! I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming!" "Mmf! Glmmf!" "Swallow it, baby! Swallow all of my fucking cum! Oh fuck yes!" "That's so hot!" "Fuck yeah, sweetie! Fuck! Keep going!" "Wow, are you still cumming, Mrs. Booker?" "You want a taste, Linda? Open your mouth." "Gike gish?" "Yes, that's perfect, baby. Oh fuck yeah, milk my fucking cock over her fucking face, Maddy! Fuck! Fuck!" "Keep your mouth open. Don't spill Mommy's cum." "That's right, Linda. My cum goes in your mouth, not on the floor. Got it?" "Ghk ik." "Good girl. Now swallow that and suck my cock." "Mkay." "Mmm, that's good. Yes, slow and steady, just like that. Keep sucking, there's a bit more in there for you. Maddy, milk me just like you do when you're the one sucking me." "Like this?" "Yes, that's good, sweetie. You can take over for Linda now, if you want the last of Mommy's cum." "Of course I do, Mommy." "Oh, that's so good, sweetie. You know just how to suck your Mommy's cock." "Wow, Mrs. Booker! This was amazing!" "It sure was, Linda. You did a great job for your first time." "Thank you, Mrs. Booker! Could I... uhm, could I try it again some other day?" "Of course, sweetie. I'll be happy to let you suck my cock whenever you come over. But you should ask your own mother too if she doesn't want you to go down on her." "I don't know... she's not a futa like you, I'm not sure she'd be into it." "Oh, I'm sure she would. Maybe I should talk to her for you?" "Mo-om!" "Oh, that's right. Maddy doesn't want me to talk about our little arrangement to anyone else. She's embarrassed that she likes sucking her Mommy's cock." "Mo-om! Don't-" "I'm sorry, sweetie, I shouldn't tease you. Not when you're so good to me. Now both of you come up here and give me a big kiss." "Okay, Mrs. Booker." "Okay, Mommy." "Mmm, that's good. Now, you girls were all done with your homework, right Maddy?" "Yes, Mommy." "And Linda, you don't have to hurry home, do you?" "No, Mrs. Booker." "Good. Then why don't you girls give each other a kiss too and we'll see where this goes..."

Chapter 3 - Leila's Transportation

You spend the evening and most of the next day in bed, watching comedy vid shows between bouts of crying. The shows are terrible, but anything else that's on is worse - office dramas and action shows both remind you of what you've jsut left, and the fuck shows are even worse. The next day you wake up feeling angry. Hurt's unjustifiably harsh treatment of you stings. You've always done your best, and now you've been discarded like a crumpled up paper towel. It feels... unfair, unjust. That's a strange feeling - for as long as you can remember, you've been taught that futas are more important than femmes, that your purpose in life is to serve and be grateful, but you had come to expect that your service would be repaid with kindness and consideration, two things Hurt has never shown you. You've just finished a much-needed shower when your device sounds the high priority message alert. You hurry over to pick it up before you've toweled off and your heart skips a beat when you see the subject line "New Assignment". You're just about to retscan to read the message when your door buzzes open to admit two burly Motivation Officers, anonymous in their visored helmets, followed by slight, blonde Regulation Administrator. "Leila Eta-539?" The Administrator's voice is chirpy and cheery, perfectly fitting her friendly, smiling face. "Yes?" She raises her device to register your face, the camera flashing red with a retscan. She checks the results and nods in satisfaction. "Leila Eta-539, you have been reassigned to Peace Force Station 5, District 16. Please come with us." Her manner may be cheery, but there's no mistaking the impatience in her voice. Even though she's a femme - her very tight, very short skirt leaves no doubt about that - you have no time to wonder about why she has been put in a position of authority usually reserved for futas. No matter her sex she's an official of the Futarchy, and the Futarchy expects swift obedience. "I-I just received the notification, and I've got a few things..." The smile on the Regulation Administrator's face doesn't disappear, but it becomes fixed as her eyes harden. "One minute. You can read the message in the car." You give her a grateful curtsy, then rush to collect what you can - a throw pillow Mairie made for you, your two favorite pairs of shoes, your best handbag. When you return you curtsy again, clutching these few belongings to your chest along with your device. "Thank you, Administrator." She inclines her head slightly in response, apparently pleased at your promptness. She turns to lead you out and you step over the towel you dropped and out of the cube that has been your home for the past four years. The Motivation Officers follow close behind, not quite pushing you along but walking close enough that they occasionally touch your naked skin. They crowd you into the elevator which sweeps you the eleven floors down as swiftly as always, then march you into the back of the waiting gray-painted Regulation Administration hover van. One of the officers points to a transparent plastic box where you put your belongings. The back of the van has benches all around. You are directed to sit in one of the inner corners, and in an effort to placate the Administrator you adopt the standard sitting position: back straight, eyes forward, legs spread, and hands behind the small of your back. She gives you an encouraging smile. Since you know thinking too closely about your situation will make you break down and cry you try to empty your mind. It works well for a while, until you realize the van has stopped and not started moving again. When you glance over at the Administrator she's tapping on her device with a frown on her face. "There's been a..." She glances over at you, and you quickly shift your gaze to be directed straight ahead again, hoping she didn't notice you looking at her. She purses her lips, reconsidering what words to use. "There's been an... accident up ahead. Nothing to serious, but we may be stuck here for a while. You may as well make yourselves comfortable." She shoots another look at you that very clearly says that that last statement doesn't apply to you. You pretend you haven't heard anything she's said, which makes her frown again. The officers are less concerned as they remove their armor. Like most enforcement officers, they are well over six feet tall and heavily built, with a toned, athletic look to them. You watch them from the corner of your eye as they strip, stacking their padded armor plates beside them, both of them shining with sweat from wearing their heavy equipment on a warm day. One of them has dark skin and black hair cropped down to half an inch, with a strong, handsome face and glittering dark eyes. The other is pale, her blonde hair pulled back in a rough ponytail that she shakes loose and reties carelessly, clearly more interested in having her hair out of her face than looking pretty. She's anything but pretty, with a nose that looks like it's been broken more than once and somewhat mismatched features, but she's got an easy smile and a pleasant glint in her eyes. You've barely had time to notice their looks when their scent hits you. Even with your higher than usual resistance to the futa pheromones your head begins to swirl, the concentrated dose from their sweaty bodies overpowering in the small enclosed space. You find your eyes drawn towards the crotch of the dark-skinned futa, her cock rising slowly as she removes her chest armor. It's darker than the rest of her, the head fat, purple and shiny. You look to the blonde, her cock both longer and thicker and nearly dripping with precum, a slow dribble flowing from the tip of it. You feel your body responding and you realize it's been nearly two days since you've felt the scent of sperm, and almost as long since you've had an orgasm. You lift one hand to your breast, gasping as your fingers brush your stiff nipple, and when you shift in your seat you can feel the wetness between your legs. The Administrator clears her throat, and with an effort of will you draw your eyes away from the beautiful cocks to her face. Her expression shifts between a smirk and a pleased smile as she gives you a nod. "Enjoy yourself if you wish, Leila. I'm sure Wolf Six and Fire Twelve will appreciate it." You thank her breathlessly, then turn back to the two big futas. They're both watching you now, the blonde - Wolf Six - grinning while Fire Twelve leans back and slowly strokes her rapidly stiffening cock. You move to sit beside Wolf Six, gripping her lightly in your hand. She lays her arm around you, her other hand reaching for your breasts. You gasp when she starts to play with them, brushing the backs of her fingers over your stiff nipples and drawing her fingertips over the sensitive undersides of your breasts. Your fingers grow wet with the steady dribble of precum leaking from the tip of her cock as you slowly stroke it, and soon you can't resist the scent anymore. You slide down onto the rubbery floor, grasping the base of her shaft with both hands as you open your mouth and take her into your mouth. Tasting Wolf Six's cum sends a wave of pleasure through your whole body. It's been weeks, maybe months since the last time you went this long without tasting cum, and your body craves it. You lick and slurp at her shaft, trying to gather as much as you can of what has already spilled out, then settle in to milk her tip with steady, sucking motions of your mouth. You hear yourself making happy, mewling noises, blushing a little at your neediness. When you glance up at her face she's leaning back with a big smile and her eyes closed, clearly enjoying what you're doing. One of her big hands is resting on your shoulder while the other plays with her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples. You start to go deeper, taking more of her cock into your mouth while you stroke her shaft and play with her balls. You bob up and down, then pause to suck hard on her tip. The groan of pleasure this draws from her makes you feel warm inside, the joy of serving someone who appreciates it increasing your own arousal. You take Wolf Six's cock deeper again, half expecting her to grab your neck and start fucking your throat the way Hurt would have, but she seems content to let you keep going at your own pace. You start to stroke her fast with one hand in time with your mouth moving up and down, your other hand buried between your legs. Your pussy is sopping wet, your juices dripping from your fingers as you rub your clit, the taste of cock and the pleasure of serving pushing your excitement higher and higher. When Wolf Six's breathing tightens and she begins to gasp, her body tensing and her hand on your shoulder grabbing you tightly, you grab her cock with both hands, stroking it fast while you suck hard on her tip, pressing against it with your tongue. Moments later you're rewarded for your efforts. Her big load of thick cum explodes into your mouth, making you cough before you can start to swallow it, your hands eagerly stroking her pulsing cock. You nearly cum yourself just from the intensity of the taste and the joy of giving pleasure to one of your betters. You keep milking her cock with your mouth and hands, all through her climax and until her cock softens and you have sucked up the last drops of cum you can squeeze out of it. You gaze up at her with misty eyes as she pats your head and gives you a warm smile. "You're a great little cocksucker, Leila. Now go help Fire." "Thank you, Officer." You give her cock a final kiss before turning around to face Officer Fire Twelve, looking up at her as she lazily strokes her cock. "How may I serve you, Officer?" "On your back." You quickly obey, laying yourself down on the rubbery floor, your heels pressed up against your ass to make room for her in the cramped space. She gives you a small nod. "Good girl." The tiny show of appreciation warms your insides, which you feel should irritate you but you're too lost in the anticipation of pleasure and the pheromone mists. Fire Twelve kneels between your legs, guiding the tip of her cock to your entrance. You quiver when you feel her smear her precum over your pussy, then gasp when her tip enters you. She swiftly pushes all the way inside you, making you cry out with the sudden pleasure and the sensation of being filled. She lowers herself on top of you, her breasts pressing against yours as you feel her weight. The Motivation Officer seems to take no notice of your cries and moans as she starts to fuck you, focused on her own impending release. She handles you roughly but not carelessly, adjusting her position when you are genuinely discomforted. It doesn't take long for her to cum, one hand on your shoulder to hold you down as she hammers your pussy with her hard cock, the other squeezing your breasts, her thumb pressing against your hard, sensitive nipple. Her hard manners don't keep you from cumming along with her - when you feel her cock jerk inside you and her hot cum pumps out to fill you, you cry out in pleasure, even her rough hands only adding to your ecstasy as the pheromone carrying sperm floods you. She keeps fucking you through her climax, and when she pulls out you're still quivering from your own still ongoing orgasm. She unceremoniously wipes herself off on your thighs, giving you a pat on the arm before going back to her seat. You rise on shaky legs to retake your seat, gathering up some of Fire Twelve's cum with your fingers to smell and taste.

Chapter 2 - Friends for Dinner

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" Penny yawned and mumbled something in reply before plopping onto a chair by the breakfast table. Her mother kissed the top of Penny's head as she passed behind her to get the orange juice from the fridge, placing the carton next to Penny's hand. Penny clumsily grabbed it, forgetting to remove the screw top on her first try before she managed to pour herself a glass. Ever since she turned she never got enough sleep. Not only did it feel weird to have a penis, but half the time when she tried to adjust it so it wouldn't distract here when she was trying to go to sleep it ended up getting hard which made it even more distracting, and the only way to make it go down again was to masturbate which meant going to sleep took even longer. On top of that she had extremely vivid sex dreams which woke her up with a hardon two or three times per night, when she didn't just wake up from having an orgasm. She'd had many dreams about Marie, the businesswoman who jerked her off on the train a couple of weeks back, and even though she hadn't encountered her again she couldn't stop thinking about her. Everyone else who requested to use her would still just ask her to masturbate in front of them or they'd play with her cock... her penis... for a little while before leaving her horny and frustrated. So she had to get herself off a lot. The first couple of weeks had been the worst - she'd felt like she didn't do anything but masturbate, to the point that she had started to have issues with chafing on her shaft until her mother had shown her how to use lubricant. Now she was down to half a dozen times per day or so, but they still bought lube in bulk. Penny's mother placed a plate of pancakes in front of her, and Penny felt her stomach rumble. She attacked the still steaming pancakes without delay, barely chewing them as she gulped them down, using the cold orange juice to protect her mouth from the heat. She was just about finished when her mother spoke up, and though she was still not fully awake Penny detected a tone in her voice that made her instantly suspicious. "So I've been thinking... it's been a while since we had company over and I think it's about time." Penny dropped her fork, her fingers suddenly numb with panic. "No! I mean... what, here? At home?" "Yes, here, at home." Penny was fully aware that the only person who had visited them since she became a futa was Miss Mendel, her contact at the Agency Office of Futa Whatevers (she could never remember the name, only that it was boringly bureaucratic), and she had hoped it would remain that way for a good while longer. It was one thing to have strangers see her as a futa, but friends of her mother? People she knew? In their home? The mere thought was humiliating. But she recognized her mother's tone. She had already made up her mind and was presenting Penny with what was going to happen, not opening up the topic for discussion. "Like... in a month? Two months? We really need to, uh, clean things up first..." Penny cursed her sleepy mind for not coming up with a better excuse, especially since they had already spent all day yesterday cleaning up the house... Oh. Right. "I was thinking tonight. No, everything will be fine, don't worry." Penny tried to protest, but her mother had made up her mind. "In fact, I already invited the Wrights." "What?! Suzy and Claire?! No! Mom, please!" Penny was half out of her chair with exasperation before a glare from her mother made her sit back down. "I've had quite enough of your outbursts, young lady. You're going to run into them eventually, and wouldn't you rather meet them here at home first? Besides, you and Suzy used to be such good friends." Penny made the kind of noise teenagers make when their mothers don't understand very basic things, like the fact that Penny and Suzy had been great friends when they were fourteen, five years and a lifetime ago. What she didn't dare to express even in teenager code was the fact that even before she turned, she had thought Suzy's mother Claire was strangely attractive. She had never been able to pin down what it was, but there was something about her that made Penny's insides warm even before she'd known what that meant. Nowadays her former best friend's mother made frequent appearances in her dreams and the thought of sitting across the dinner table from her was exhilerating and terrifying all at once. But she recognized that this battle was already lost. She could see in the way her mother tilted her jaw that she was not going to change her mind, nor take kindly to any tantrums. Lacking other options, Penny rose from her seat and stiffly walked out of the kitchen. "They'll be here at five! I expect you to wear something nice!" Penny didn't answer, and slamming the door to her bedroom behind her wasn't nearly enough to quiet the jumble of emotions inside her. --- XXX --- Penny stayed in her room for the rest of the day, leaving only to make a couple of sandwiches for lunch when her mother left the house to get groceries. She sulked about her mother inviting Suzy and Claire, which made her think about Claire, which made her horny so she had to jerk off, which made her resentful of her mother again. This cycle repeated several times until she had to open the window to air out the heavy scent rising from the cum-drenched towels in the laundry basket. (Early on during her change she had used tissues but as her loads grew heavier and more frequent her mother had started to provide her with a stack of fresh hand towels every morning instead.) An hour before the Wrights were scheduled to arrive Penny finally accepted that her mother wasn't going to relent and while it was tempting to show up in sweatpants and a dirty t-shirt she decided she didn't want to shame either herself or her mother in front of their guests. She took a long, hot shower and started to look through her closet for something to wear. Penny's clothes were divided into three clear categories: A few favorite garments from when she was younger that still fit her, what she had worn before the change, and her futa clothes. The first category mostly consisted of comfortable clothes that weren't formal enough or too worn for a dinner party, even with old friends, and the last mostly consisted of very short, very frilly dresses. Putting on one of the latter felt like making herself out to be a futa and nothing else, and she didn't want to do that. After digging through what she still thought of as her regular clothes even though she hadn't worn them in months she found an embroidered blouse she'd only ever worn to church that went with a pale yellow knee-long pleated skirt she had bought on a whim and never used. Before her change she'd mostly worn jeans or sweatpants, and none of the former would accommodate her penis, especially if - when, she reminded herself with a sinking heart - it got hard. With a skirt there was at least a chance that she could avoid complete embarrassment. White socks, simple white shoes, a new bra, a pair of simple ear rings, and a ribbon to keep her hair back in a simple ponytail and she felt ready. As ready as she could, at least. She had to sit and breathe for a few minutes before her hands were steady enough to apply eyeliner and lipstick, and when she was done the doorbell rang. Penny froze before willing herself to rise and go to the door to her room. "It's only going to get worse if you wait." She didn't usually talk to herself but speaking the words out loud and hearing herself say them helped. She opened the door and walked down the stairs. By the front door her mother was greeting Suzy and Claire. Penny was relieved to see that she had at least made the right call when it came to picking out clothes as Suzy was also in a blouse and skirt while Claire was wearing a nice but casual dress. She was also wearing a bit too much too big jewelry, but somehow it worked for her. Penny forced herself to smile and wave to Suzy and Claire. "Hi." To her relief they greeted her in the same relaxed manner, without any of the suggestive comments, knowing looks, or lewd double entendres her mind had dredged up while she fretted in her room. When Claire pulled her in for a hug she almost panicked, suddenly afraid her penis would instantly harden so she would feel it through their clothes. Of course that didn't happen, even though Claire's perfume together with the way she pressed Penny against her made her head spin. Though Suzy's hug was far less intimate it was just as friendly, and it helped Penny relax. As they filed into the dining room and Penny saw the fancy table settings she felt a little guilty. Her mother rarely let her help with the cooking beyond chopping vegetables so setting the table was usually her job, but she'd spent all day sulking in her room instead. She tried to remind herself that it was because her mother had sprung this on her without warning, but now that everything was going so well it was hard for her to hold onto her resentment. Dinner was one of her mother's infinite variations on chicken casserole, this time with couscous and broccoli. It was delicious as always, and the white wine didn't hurt either, even if she and Suzy only got half a glass each. While Penny's mother and Claire talked about their jobs, the women in their yoga group, and the latest neighborhood gossip, Penny and Suzy danced around the topic of Penny's transformation. Penny soon learned that Suzy now preferred to go by Sue, that she was studying to be an architect, that she was dating another girl in her class but that it was very casual, that she was way into running, all kinds of things about her interests and what she'd been doing over the past few years when they hadn't interacted more than saying hi when passing each other in the street... while saying almost nothing about herself other than awkwardly speaking about things she'd done up to when she turned a few months back. Sue stumbled a few times when she was about to ask a question that would have forced Penny to say why she was no longer in school, or on the volleyball team, or any of the other things she'd been doing before. Despite that topical minefield Penny and Sue managed to keep their conversation going and were finding their way back to the easy friendship they had shared five years ago, but that all ended when it was time for dessert. Penny's mother asked her to help clear the table, and since Penny's penis was still behaving itself by remaining pleasantly semi-erect rather than lifting up her skirt at full mast she readily agreed. As she circled the table collecting plates she suddenly realised that Claire's dress had a rather low neckline, and when she passed behind her Penny couldn't help but glance down at her chest. She wasn't sure if it was the sight of Claire's cleavage, the heady scent of her perfume, or that inexplicable something that made her so attractive, but even as she hastily walked to the kitchen Penny could feel herself grow under her skirt, the way the slightly rough material rubbed against the tip of her penis making it grow even harder. Her chest heaving with short, shallow breaths and her cheeks burning with embarrassment, Penny set the pile of dishes down top of the dishwasher. She couldn't go back inside with her treacherous dick holding up her skirt, and if she didn't they would all know why. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the edge of the sink. "Mom?" Penny tried to keep her voice steady, but she felt like she would collapse into a quivering mess any second. She heard her mother making her excuses from their guests and almost wept with gratitude when she closed the door separating the dining room from the kitchen behind her. "Sweetie? Are you all right?" "Mom, I..." Unable to say more, Penny moved her arm and turned towards her mother, showing her how her still rising cock made a tent in her skirt, a dark stain at the tip where here precum had already soaked through the material. "Oh, honey." Her mother's embrace was sudden and fierce, and it surprised Penny how relieved it made her feel. Her mother spoke while holding her, apparently unbothered by Penny's hard member squeezed between them. "What do you want to do? I could tell them you got a phone call or that you're not feeling well, if you don't want to go back in." Penny shivered. "But... but they'll know! If I don't come back they'll know it's because I... because I got turned on! By them!" Penny's mother hugged her tighter for a moment. "Oh my sweet baby girl." She broke the embrace and looked Penny in the eyes. "They won't mind. Honestly, Penny, they really won't. They know futas are easily turned on, and they've been with you all the way through the meal so they know you haven't had a release in a while. I promise you, it won't bother them in the least." Penny felt like she was about to start crying. "But... look at it! It's disgusting! There's a big, wet, stain on my skirt!" Penny didn't dare look up because she was sure her mother was rolling her eyes at her, which made her gentle tone all the more surprising. "Tell you what. You go jerk off, wash up, and change into a clean skirt, then come back down. I promise you, nobody will say anything. I'll save you some dessert." The combined shock of her mother being so frank about her method of release and the thought of spending more time with Sue and Claire after lacking other meaningful company than her mother for several months made Penny nod. The promise of ice cream didn't hurt either. "Okay. I... I'll try." "Good. That's all I ask." Penny's mother kissed her on the forehead, then opened the door to the dining room to draw the attention of their guests while she waved Penny towards the other exit. Gratefully, Penny hurried out and snuck upstairs as quietly as she could. Irrationally terrified that Sue or Claire would walk upstairs at just the wrong moment, she first went to her room to pick out a clean skirt, nearly panicking when the only one that matched her blouse was too short and tight that she could be certain it would hide her penis if it got hard again. After standing paralysed for several moments she grabbed it anyway, somehow deciding that a certain fashion failure would be worse than a possible erectile embarrassment. She brought it with her to the bathroom where she carefully locked the door, removed her soiled skirt, checked that the door was still locked, took off the rest of her clothes, checked the door again, drew two deep breaths, checked the door one more time, then went into the shower stall on trembling legs with her hard-on swaying before her. Once she put her hand on her cock - when she was stroking it she always thought of it as a cock, ever since her encounter with the businesswoman Marie on the train - she couldn't let go of it. Her hand moved in bursts of quick strokes and she had to bite her lower lip hard to keep from moaning out loud. At first she couldn't get the image of Claire's cleavage out of her mind, but then the scent of her precum hit her and she was transported back to the train and she could hear Marie's voice whispering nasty, sexy words in her ear as she stroked Penny's cock, faster and faster, bringing her to the edge of orgasm when suddenly she remembered Claire's perfume. The memory dragged her back to the dining room and the view of Claire's breasts down the front of her dress, the way she had pulled Penny so close to her when they hugged, then farther back still, seeing Claire in a bikini on the back patio, winking at her when she had made lemonade for her and Suzy, that one time she had stopped on her way home when she saw Claire doing yoga in the living room, her body in those tight clothes... No! No, she couldn't! She couldn't masturbate to the thought of her friend's mom, not when they were both sitting downstairs talking to her own mother! She had to get back to the train, to Marie, but how? She squeezed a drop of precum from the tip of her cock onto her fingers, raised it to her nose and breathed in heavily, but it wasn't enough. Maybe... maybe she had to... Steeling herself, she parted her lips, hesitated, then licked the droplet from her fingers. She shivered at the taste but more at how it brought her back to the train again, and now it was Marie's fingers rather than her own, bringing her more of that strange, salty taste, and she started stroking herself again, remembering the older woman's whispered words in her ear, how she'd let her cum if she swallowed... Penny swallowed, and immedately something released inside her. Her hips bucked as she came, a soft cry escaping her lips before she could catch herself, her hand stroking herself as her cock pumped out thick streams of hot cum that spattered against the tiled wall, releasing more and more of that heady scent as she kept coming. When her orgasm died down Penny leaned back against the wall of the shower stall, panting hard. Once she trusted her legs not to collapse under her she used the shower handle to rinse off her hands and penis, drying off on a towel before putting it in the laundry basket. She dressed quickly, checked herself in the mirror, froze with her hand on the doorhandle for almost a minute, then opened the door and went downstairs. Penny slipped into the living room and sat down on her chair while trying to draw as little attention as possible, aided by the fact that Claire was telling a story that had both Sue and Carmen laughing out loud. Her ice cream had gone soft while she was dealing with her release, but it was still good. By the time Claire finished her story Penny had picked up enough that she was laughing along with the others and it felt like everything was back to normal. The others kept talking while Penny finished her ice cream, then gathered up the dishes and put them into the dishwasher. This time she avoided the visual trap of Claire's cleavage and had no embarrassing hardon to keep her from rejoining the others afterwards. They kept talking for a good hour and a half. Penny mostly listened but occasionally she added to a story one of the others told or interjected an observation about one thing or another. When things started to wind down Claire raised her glass to Penny and her mother. "Carmen, Penny, this has been a delightful evening. I hope it won't take another five years before we see each other again." When everyone chimed in Penny thought she caught Sue giving her a look, but she dismissed it as imagined. Claire emptied her glass and they all got up from the table, Penny bringing up the rear as her mother followed their guests to the door. They hugged their goodbyes on the porch, but when Penny's mother went back inside Sue held onto Penny's hand, waving to Claire as she started down the driveway. "It was really nice to see you again." Sue's voice was low and soft, and there was something in the look in her eyes that Penny couldn't read. "Yeah. Yeah, it was." Sue was still holding Penny's hand. She seemed to hesitate before she spoke again. "Do you... do you remember when we used to have sleepovers at each other's houses?" Penny nodded, blushing as she lowered her eyes, not entirely sure why. "Do you remember how we used to practice kissing?" Penny's breath caught in her throat as Sue stepped in closer, trapping Penny against the wall. "Y-yes..." Sue raised her hand to Penny's cheek, brushing back a few stray hairs. "Did you know I always wanted to do more than practice?" Penny's heart was pounding as she shook her head. "I still do." And then Sue's lips were on hers, both of them stopping there for a moment before completing the kiss. Penny felt like she was melting as Sue pressed herself against her, kissed her, brushed her fingers through her hair, held her face, touched her arms, reached down to squeeze her ass, pressed her hips against Penny's... Penny froze when she suddenly became acutely aware of how hard she was, but when Sue lifted her skirt up and grasped her shaft she didn't protest. "You don't need to hide this from us, you know. Nobody thinks less of you because you're a futa now." Penny was breathless, leaning back against the rough boarded wall of the house as Sue kissed her neck and gently stroked her cock under her skirt. "You shouldn't be embarrassed by your needs. We all have them, in one way or another." Penny whimpered as Sue's other hand somehow found a way in under her blouse, her fingers stroking Penny's stiff nipple, lightly squeezing her breast. "I know you went up to jerk off... Was it because of me? Or my mother?" Penny gasped, partly at the question, but mostly because Sue slid her hand to the tip of her cock, caressed it with her palm and fingers. "Don't worry, I don't get jealous of her, not anymore. Even back then I knew you had a thing for her... more than for me, at least." Sue started stroking Penny's cock again, drawing another gasp from her. She couldn't help it, the touch of her friend's hand on her was electrifying. "It was her, wasn't it? You went up and stroked your cock, this cock, thinking about my mother." Even though it was only partly true, Penny found herself nodding. Explaining her complex feelings about Marie and their encounter on the train was too complicated and, considering how public that was, perversely private. "Y-yes... I-I just... had to..." Sue scoffed, but she smiled as she did it, shaking her head. "I don't know what it is everyone sees in her, but I have it on good authority that you're not the only one who's gotten herself off thinking about my mother." Sue's hand sped up and Penny felt her knees buckle, forcing her to cling to Sue to stay upright. "Oh, you like that, don't you? My hand on your cock? Or is it still my mother you're thinking about?" Penny tried to protest but she couldn't even shake her head. "Are you going to cum for me now? Is it really enough with just my hand?" It wasn't just her hand, of course, but Penny could barely stay upright even with Sue holding most of her weight, much less form the thoughts and words needed to explain what Sue's presence and words were doing to her. "Yes! G-god, yes! I... I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." "You're gonna... what? Climax? Cum? Have an orgasm? Shoot your big, fat, sticky load of sperm all over my hand?" Sue pushed Penny up against the wall, kissing her lips, her neck, the top of her chest while her hand worked furiously, stroking Penny's cock faster and faster, the tip rubbing against the silky material of her skirt, making her cry out as she got closer and closer to cumming. "Y-yes! I'm gonna... cum! All-all-all over your hand! Oh god, please, make me cum! I need it so bad!" Penny should have felt humiliated by the begging note in her voice, but she was too deep in her need to care. All she wanted was the release. "You want my permission to cum? Not yet... first I want you to think about all the things we could do if you came for another sleepover." Penny heard herself whine in frustration, so close to the edge but unable to go over it. "You and me in my bed... kissing... undressing... touching... maybe I'll even let you fuck me..." Penny drew a shuddering breath, her body arching as she begain to crest. "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Me on all fours, you standing behind me... my hand grasping you and guiding you inside..." Sue squeezed Penny's cock harder and sped up her pace, kissing and sucking her neck. That was finally enough to push Penny over the edge. She felt herself start to shake a moment before she came, her body held upright by the way Sue pressed her against the wall, her eyes rolling back as she almost choked with the intensity of her orgasm, her hips thrusting against Sue's hand as she released her load in thick, heavy spurts under her skirt. Sue didn't stop stroking her, she kept going, kept kissing her neck as her hand continued to move quickly up and down Penny's shaft, sliding over her sensitive tip with a gentle squeezing motion, Penny's sperm still leaking out in a slow but steady dribble, most of it sticking to Sue's hand or the inside of Penny's skirt but some of it spattering onto the porch. When Sue finally removed her hand Penny was panting, her cheeks burning. She didn't dare to open her eyes to look at her friend, but when Sue kissed her she parted her lips and let her tongue inside. They kissed like that for a while, Penny leaning back against the wall and Sue pressing herself against her, leaving sticky stains on Penny's clothes as she caressed her. When Sue broke the kiss she methodically and unapologetically wiped her hand clean on Penny's skirt. "I enjoyed this, and I'm pretty sure you did too." Sue smiled when Penny finally dared to meet her gaze. "But the offer of a sleepover still stands." She gave Penny a final kiss before turning, speaking over her shoulder as she walked away. "I don't promise you'll get to fuck me, though. Maybe Mom will get you first." Unable to answer or even judge if Sue was joking or not, Penny waved goodbye as she tried to catch her breath to go back inside. She was starting to realise that being a futa would be very different from what she had expected.

Chapter 2 - Lin and Holly

You're Lin Wayward, a cheerleader and senior at the Wet Valley High School, and you live with your mother and stepsister in a house on Shady Oaks Lane in a small suburban area. You're also a futa, which means not only that you have a cock instead of a vagina but also that you have a very strong sex drive. Fortunately society expects everyone, including your family, to help satisfy your needs, and most are eager to do so. You're only ten minutes into second period English, but your need for relief has become unbearable. You woke up late and didn't have time to get off this morning, and after first period art Ms. Coxbury asked you to stay behind to give you some pointers on perspective so you didn't have time to cum then either. It doesn't help that your English teacher, Ms. Fairlight, is a stunning beauty, tall and blonde, with legs, ass, and tits to die for. She's wearing a tight, black skirt, her usual starched, white blouse, and black shoes with thick soles and ridiculously high heels that don't seem to hamper her at all. Your need has gotten to the point where you can't satisfy yourself but need the help of someone else. Holly, the girl sitting next to you, is a sweet and bubbly fellow cheerleader who's always happy to help you out. When you draw her attention to the tent your cock is making of your skirt she gives you a bright smile and raises her hand to catch Ms. Fairlight's attention. "Yes, Miss Hanns? Do you have a question?" "Ms. Fairlight, Miss Wayward is in need of relief. Is it okay if I help her?" Ms. Fairlight glances to you, reading your face, then looks back to Holly and nods. "Very well. Just don't disturb the rest of the class." "Thank you, Ms. Fairlight!" Holly pulls your skirt up and wraps her hand around your shaft, stroking you with light, gentle motions while she leans in to whisper in your ear, her breath hot against your neck. "Is this what you need? Or something else?" "Yes, please keep going." "Gladly." You lean back, closing your eyes to better enjoy the sensation of Holly's well-practiced strokes and the soft kisses she places along your neck, behind your hear, down towards your shoulder, the corner of your mouth. "I love stroking your cock, Lin. It feels so nice in my hands." She squeezes you a little, making a rotating thing with her hand that makes you bite back a deep moan. "And making you make sounds like that. I like that too." You can hear the smile in her voice. Then she increases her pace and you have to clamp your mouth shut to keep from disturbing the rest of the class. "Am I going to make you cum, Lin? With just my hand? Just like this?" Usually someone stroking you isn't enough to get you off, and even though Holly's doing a great job you need something more. Maybe if she would talk dirty to you? You whisper your request, your voice hoarse with arousal, and Holly smiles against your neck, slowing her strokes a little. "You want to hear me talk dirty, Lin? You want me to talk more about how much I love your cock? Your big, juicy cock?" She kisses your neck down to the collar of your blouse, pulls it out so she can kiss your collarbone, then moves back up to your ear again. "I do. I love your cock. I love having it in my hands, in my mouth, in my pussy. Oh god yes, I love it when you fuck me, which isn't nearly often enough, Lin, you really should be more considerate." Her tongue does something to your ear that makes you gasp, which you're sure will get you a hard look from Ms. Fairlight, but you're too busy enjoying yourself to care right now. "My pussy's all wet for you right now, Lin, just from stroking your cock. I want you inside me. If I thought you'd be able to keep quiet I'd be on your lap right now, fucking you, feeling your amazing cock slide in and out of my wet pussy." She switches hands and when you glance down she's slid her panties aside to show you her shaved, glistening pussy, puffy and pink with excitement. She shudders against you as she rubs herself, her other hand still stroking you, faster now, with greater urgency. "I want it so bad, Lin. I want you to just bend me over my desk and fuck me, fuck me hard right now. I know I would cum right away, and then again when you pumped me full of your hot sperm. I love taking your load of cum in my pussy, Lin, please, give it to me, cum, cum inside me! Cum for me, Lin!" Holly's eager words and skilled hands are just what you need. You clamp your jaws shut to keep from crying out when your hips buck up against Holly's hands, your sperm shooting up into the air to spatter down on your desk, your books, your legs, Holly's hands, anything else nearby. Holly coos and kisses your neck as she continues stroking you through your orgasm, her hands slippery with your hot cum. When you begin to calm down she suddenly lowers her head to your lap, forcing a gasp from your lips as she takes your cock into her mouth. She sucks you hard, prolonging your climax as she milks your cock with her tongue, slurping up your cum. When she's done she sits up straight again, smacking her lips and sticking her tongue out to show she's swallowed all of it, then starts licking her sticky fingers. "I really do love your cum, Lin. In case you weren't sure." She gives you a wink before returning her attention to Ms. Fairlight. You try to do the same, fumbling with your skirt and doing your best to wipe your cum from your books and notes. (This is a preview of a scene that's not yet finished, but if you join my Patreon at the $5 level you can vote for it to be included in a future update! This work-in-progress version currently has ten paragraphs of which this preview hits four, and three different endings. The complete version should have at least two more paragraphs with at least a dozen different paths compared to the current eight.)

Chapter 1 - Lin and Ms. Fairlight

You're Lin Wayward, a cheerleader and senior at the Wet Valley High School, and you live with your mother and sister in a house on Shady Oaks Lane in a small suburban area. You're also a futa, which means not only that you have a cock instead of a vagina but also that you have a very strong sex drive. Fortunately society expects everyone, including your family, to help satisfy your needs, and most are eager to do so. You've just arrived at school and you're getting the familiar sensation of that particular kind of horny you can't handle yourself. Checking the time on your phone after stuffing your backpack in your locker you see you have some time before you need to go to your first class so you look around for someone who can help you get off. The first person to catch your eye is Ms. Fairlight, your English teacher. Ms. Fairlight teaches English, one of your favorite subjects, but it's not just her mind that makes her one of your favorite teachers. She's a stunning beauty, tall and blonde, with legs, ass, and tits to die for. She's wearing a tight, black skirt, her usual starched, white blouse, and black shoes with thick soles and ridiculously high heels, yet she's still making good time down the hallway. When you call her name she turns and smiles as she steps over to you, her heels clicking against the floor. "Hello there, Lin! Is everything alright?" "Sure! Well, except for this..." You pull your skirt up to show your cock, hard and nearly quivering from your need to cum. Since Ms. Fairlight is a futa herself, she's more understanding of your issues than some of the other teachers. She gives you a sympathetic smile. "How can I help?" "Would you mind showing me your breasts?" "Sure, sweetie, if it will help you get some relief." She unbuttons her starched blouse, revealing a white lace bra which she unhooks with a practiced motion. Her breasts are full and firm with big pink nipples, the most beautiful pair you've ever seen - at least in this moment. You start to stroke yourself, looking between Ms. Fairlight's beautiful face and amazing breasts. She turns a little from side to side and lifts her breasts with her hands to give you different views. You notice a few other students standing around looking both at you and Ms. Fairlight, some of them whispering to each other while others just watch in fascination. Nearly all of them have seen you get off before of course, many have even helped you, but for some it's still an oddity, or they just find it exciting to watch. Among them you especially notice Janice, a dark-skinned girl with cropped hair and the kind of athletic figure you like, who's been happy to help you out a few times before. You don't mind having an audience, and soon your breathing grows labored as your climax approaches.  Your excitement is rising, but you need more before you can cum. "Could you let me touch them?" "Of course." Ms. Fairlight shifts to stand in front of you, her height and heels putting her breasts nearly under your chin. You reach up to touch them with your hands and put your face against them while she strokes your cock. Kissing and fondling Ms. Fairlight's beautiful breasts while she uses her hands on you quickly brings you towards orgasm. She notices your breathing growing more labored, and when you begin to gasp and moan she pulls back a little, probably to not get your sperm on her skirt. "Ms. Fairlight, I'm... gonna cum... soon... Would you... let me cum in your mouth?" Ms. Fairlight nods without missing a beat, increasing the pace of her strokes and sucking the tip of your cock. You look down into her eyes and feel your insides tighten, and when she suddenly moves her hands to your hips and takes your cock all the way down her throat you gasp and explode, pumping spurt after spurt of cum straight down her throat as she presses her lips around the root of your shaft. When you begin to relax she pulls back a little, stroking and squeezing your cock with her hand while she sucks the last drops from your tip and swallows them. When you've finished she pulls you out of her mouth, then stands up and adjusts her clothes. "Now get to class. If you're late..." She doesn't need to finish that sentence. You quickly collect your things and run off to class. (This playthrough hits four of the scene's 13 paragraphs and one of its five different endings, taking one of the roughly 25 different paths. This scene is included in the free version of the game available here.)

Chapter 1 - Merry Christmas Auntie Fran

The image flickers, solidifying into an out-of-focus view of a living room decorated for Christmas, viewed sideways. "Is this thing working?" The view shifts abruptly, turning right side up. "Yes, I think it's working." The image zooms out and the point of view sweeps around the room, focusing on the tree, the candles, the detritus of opened presents. "Wow, cool. So how do I connect it?" The image sweeps down to show the floor and a pair of bare feet. A wi-fi symbol lights up in one corner. "Yes! Jennifer, are you getting this?!" The voice that answers is faint, calling from another part of the house. "Yes Mom, it's working!" "It's recording?" "That's what 'it's working' means, Mom!" "Smartass kid." The last is muttered, but the voice is smiling. "I heard that!" "Good! Then you can see this as well!" The image shifts as the person holding the camera points it at her own face, a woman who looks to be in her late thirties or early forties, with round cheeks, blue-grey eyes with long lashes, and a delicate mouth with pouty lips, all framed by darkish blonde curls, all in all a face that would be attractive if not for the fact that she's pushing the tip of her nose up with one finger and sticking her tongue out. "Wow Mom, that's such a good look for you!" The image shakes as the woman laughs, shaking her head. Then the view from the camera shifts again, sweeping around the room once more, zooming in and out. A young woman's face comes into frame and the camera focuses on her, capturing her blonde tousled hair, round cheeks, and plump lips, a younger version of the woman holding the camera. Then the camera zooms out to reveal the young woman's slim body clad in a skimpy yellow bikini. "Jessica!" The older woman's voice sounds almost scandalized. "What?!" The young woman looks defiant. "That's for the beach, not for the house!" "But I want to wear it! It's my Christmas present!" "I don't care! It's completely inappropriate! Go get changed at once!" The young woman - Jessica - looks like she's going to argue, then recognizes a battle already lost and throws her hands up. "Fine!" She stomps off, replaced by another young woman, similar in appearance but looking a few years older, a little more serious, and a lot more naked, her hair longer and more straight. When the camera pans down it reveals a harness of leather straps centered on the metal ring encircling the base of her thick but unengorged cock. "Oh, that looks so cute on you Jennifer!" "Thanks Mom." Jennifer blushes at the praise from her mother, looking a little uncomfortable in front of the camera as she crosses her arms over her chest, hiding her budding breasts. Jessica comes back into view, this time wearing nothing at all. "Happy now, mother?" "Yes sweetie, that's much better." When Jessica catches sight of Jennifer she makes an exasperated noise. "Mom?! How come she gets to wear her present when I can't wear mine?!" Jennifer rolls her eyes and seems to be about to make a cutting retort when their mother interrupts them. "That's because she's about to use it. We're making a movie to send to Auntie Fran." "A movie?! Can I be in it?! I love Auntie Fran!" Jennifer rolls her eyes again but with a smile this time. "Of course you can. Just let me make the intro." The camera swings around to show the head and bare shoulders of the mother of the two young women, her eyes sparkling and a loving smile on her lips as she speaks to the camera. "Hi little sister! This is Emma, Jennifer, and Jessica saying Merry Christmas! Say hi to Auntie Fran, girls!" The image swings back to the two younger women who are waving and blowing kisses. "Hi Auntie Fran! Merry Christmas! We miss you!" The camera swings back to Emma's face, more wistful now. "Yes, we all miss you. I know it's not your fault you couldn't make it this year so we decided to make this to show you what you're missing and make sure you're properly motivated to convince your boss that you can't possibly work on Christmas next year. Love you." The camera once more shifts back to Jennifer and Jessica, then points to the couch next to the Christmas tree. "Jessica, why don't you help your sister get her cock hard." "Okay Mom!" Jessica leads Jennifer over to the couch. The older sister remains standing while her younger sibling gets down on her knees, keeping her eyes on the camera as she takes her sister's cock in her hands and starts kissing it while the camera moves in closer. "If you were here I would do this with you instead, Auntie Fran." Jessica's voice is softer now, her eyes shining as she takes her sister's slowly stiffening cock into her mouth. She strokes the shaft with both hands, closing her eyes as she begins to focus more on the feel of her sister's cock in her mouth than showing off for the camera. Emma reaches out to brush Jessica's unruly hair back so the camera can catch how she works her sister's stiffening member, stroking and sucking it with youthful enthusiasm. Once Jennifer's cock is fully erect Jessica turns to the camera, grinning as she measures her sister's spit-slick member against her lower arm. "She's still growing bigger, see? She's not as big as you yet Auntie Fran" - she indicates a point on her arm two inches above the tip of Jennifer's cock - "but maybe by next Christmas?" Jennifer snorts derisively. "If I'm not big enough for you, dear sister, I'm sure you can have a lot of fun with just your fingers." Jessica makes an agast face, and though she probably doesn't take the threat seriously she still hurries back to sucking Jennifer's cock, so eager to praise and please her sister that her words are half-muffled by the fat piece of meat in her mouth. "Mmmmno need to be rash, don't you - shlrp - like the way my mmmouth feels - shlrp - on your big, tasty, shlrpsexy cock?" After a few minutes of Jessica putting in some real effort towards pleasuring her sister, Jennifer reaches down to tousle her hair. "Okay, I guess I can go along with letting you have my cock every now and then, since you like it so much." Jessica pulls her mouth off of Jennifer's cock long enough to make a face at her sister and turn towards the camera. "See what I have to put up with, Auntie Fran? She's much nicer when you're here." Then she takes her sister's cock into her mouth again, sucking it energetically and stroking it with both hands which is enough to turn the older sibling's protests to groans of pleasure. "They're both a lot nicer when you're here, actually", Emma says, reaching out to lightly push on Jessica's head to keep her sucking her sister's cock instead of answering her mother's comment.  Emma pulls back and experiments with the camera, zooming in and out and panning over the two siblings who after a few minutes seem to have lost interest in squabbling. Jessica is sucking her sister's cock lovingly, looking up at her older sister so she can guide her, and when she's not stroking the thick shaft she uses her hands to caress her sister's legs or just hold her hands. Jennifer alternates between meeting her sister's gaze while stroking her hair and telling her how to suck her cock, and leaning back and just enjoying the sensation of Jessica's mouth. "I think she's ready now, Jess. Do you want to go first or second?" Jessica keeps stroking her sister's cock while she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, tilting her head as she considers. "You can go first, Mom." Jessica takes her sister's offered hand and gets to her feet. The girls advance on the camera holding hands, both of them smiling, Jessica's chin shiny with spit from sucking her sister and Jennifer's cheeks rosy and her skin flushed with arousal from being on the receiving end and perhaps a little embarrassment at being on camera again now that she's not distracted. They reach out for their mother, Jessica taking the hand that isn't holding the camera and pulling Emma towards the couch. "Just lay back here and relax and we'll take care of you." "Yes, it's your turn now." There's no mistaking the love in their tones, but it's also clear they won't take no for an answer. The image shakes when Emma sits down on the couch and leans down half on her side, then her hand lowers the camera to the floor where it picks out a stray piece of wrapping paper as her daughters crowd in to kiss her. The image holds there for a few minutes, recording the sounds of the three women kissing and caressing each other and occasionally moving when one of them accidentally nudges it. When the image refocuses it picks out Jennifer's face between her mother's spread legs from Emma's point of view, then zooms out to also show Jessica kneeling beside her sister. The girls take turns eating their mother out while the camera grows more and more unsteady, Emma's moans and gasps growing louder. "Look at my pretty girls, being so good to their mother. Don't you wish you were here and could join them, Frannie? Oh god baby, right there, yes, don't stop!" Emma's hand reaches into view to stroke Jennifer's hair, then tilts and shakes as she hands the camera to Jessica. "You'd better take over now or I might drop it. Yes, hold it like that. Oh god, Jen, that's so good. Don't touch - oh god - don't touch the buttons, and you can zoom he-e-ere! Oh god, I'm gonna cum if you continue!" The view stabilizes as Jessica takes a step back, zooming in and out a few times before settling down on a wide setting where she's getting both her mother's face and Jennifer's head between her legs. "Isn't this hot, Auntie Fran?", Jessica whispers to the camera. "I love to watch when Mom cums." A few moments later Emma's hips start to thrust up against Jennifer's face. Emma's back arches, one hand squeezing her breasts while the other makes a fist in her daughter's hair and pushes her face against her crotch. Emma cries out and gasps as her muscles tighten and relax when she cums, her daughter's mouth working tirelessly between her legs. "God, that's so hot." Jennifer slides up to kiss Emma, her lips and chin glistening with her mother's juices. They stay like that for a while, kissing and caressing each other, Jennifer sometimes shifting down to kiss and suck her mother's breasts. Jessica lets the camera follow what happens, zooming in on Emma's and Jennifer's faces to show the love between them. After a few minutes Jennifer starts to kiss her way down her mother's body, giving her pussy a few teasing licks before raising herself up, stroking her cock as Emma spreads her legs for her daughter. "They're going to fuck properly now. I don't know why it's so sexy when Jen pushes her cock inside someone but it gets me hot every time." Jessica is still whispering as the camera zooms in on Emma's pussy, the view momentarily blocked by Jennifer's body as she gets into position to fuck her mother. Emma reaches out to take Jennifer's hand as the young futa starts to push her cock into her mother's pussy. Jennifer goes slow, making a few shallow thrusts before pushing deeper, pausing to lean in and kiss Emma's thigh and reach up to squeeze her breast. "Isn't that hot, Auntie Fran? Don't tell Mom and Jen, but I love watching them fuck. It makes me so wet. See?" Jessica flips the camera around as she sits down on the side table, spreading her legs as she points the camera at her crotch, rubbing herself slowly before showing her sticky fingers and spreading herself open. "I bet you wish you were here so we could fuck while we watch them, don't you?" Jessica turns the camera back on her mother and sister who are thrusting against each other now, looking into each other's eyes as they fuck, Emma's breasts shifting each time their hips meet, Jennifer holding onto her mother's leg as she thrusts. Emma reaches out to pull Jennifer closer, kissing her deeply while their hips grind against each other. Jennifer kisses her way down her mother's neck to her breasts, kissing and sucking them while she continues to push her cock in and out of her pussy. The camera pans over the entwined couple, then zooms out to show them both, mother and daughter moving in unison. The camera sweeps around to show Jessica's pussy again, one of her hands busy there, before moving back to the two women fucking on the couch. "They're making me so hot I can't keep from touching myself. Is it the same for you, Auntie? Are you stroking your cock watching this? Did you cum already or are you holding back so you can see some more before you cum?" Jessica's whispers turn to moans and heavy breaths and the camera grows unsteady for a few moments before focusing on Jennifer and Emma again. Then Jennifer leans back, taking hold of Emma's hips and increasing her pace. "Oh yes baby, fuck me, fuck me good! You're gonna make me cum again baby, do it, keep going, fuck me, make me cum! Make me cum, baby, fuck me, don't stop, don't stop!" Jennifer draws a few gasping breaths, then grunts as her back arches and her hips push forward, thrusting irregularly, pushing her cock deep inside her mother as she cums. Emma reaches down to rub her pussy, watching her daughter cum between her legs, and then she too cums, gasping softly as her cum-filled pussy squeezes Jennifer's twitching cock. Jessica gasps too, the camera shaking and drifting away from her mother and sister as she gives up two, three, four soft cries of pleasure. When she recovers control of the camera she turns it on her own face, her round cheeks flushed as she licks her wet fingers. "That was for you, Auntie Fran. I was thinking of you being here, holding me, kissing me, fucking me, letting me go down on you. Please, please come visit soon." Then the image turns back to Jennifer and Emma who are kissing again, Emma's fingers tenderly combing her daughter's long hair. Jessica keeps the camera pointed at them, capturing the loving touches and tender kisses. When they finally disentangle Jennifer sits back on the couch, her still semi-hard cock glistening with the mixture of her cum and her mother's juices, while Emma moves towards the camera, the image tilting as Jessica hands it over to her. "Did you get everything okay?" "Yes, of course I did! Well, maybe not everything, but, like, nearly everything." The camera turns on Jessica, her expression shifting between indignation and embarrassment now that someone else is controlling the camera and her skills as an operator is questioned. "I'm sure I can fix anything that needs fixing when I edit it later." "No! I mean, what, no, you don't need to edit it!" Jessica blushes and looks away before her blue eyes return to look straight into the camera with a pleading look, her voice a forceful whisper as she tries to keep her sister from hearing, one hand vainly trying to get her disorderly hair to stay behind her ears. "Just don't... I mean, I said some very private things that are only for Auntie Fran! No Mom, I'm serious! You can't listen to what I said! Promise!" Emma chuckles softly. "Okay, sweetie, I promise I won't listen to your secret messages to Frannie." Jessica pouts at being made fun of, then gives a sullen nod. "Now that that's settled, I think it's time you go fuck your sister. She only came once so she should be ready to go again." The camera swings around to Jennifer who is stroking her once more fully erect cock, both her hands working the shaft as she looks into the camera with glazed eyes, her skin flushed red from her hairline down to the top of her chest. "You're ready for your sister, aren't you, Jen?" Jennifer nods slowly, her mouth opening to answer but all that comes out is a soft moan. "Go on, Jess, don't keep your sister waiting." "Okay Mom!" Jessica skips into frame, plopping down on the couch next to her sister. Jennifer continues stroking herself as her sister leans down over her lap to suck her, one hand working her shaft while Jessica slurps on the tip of her cock and caresses her thighs, her hand sliding up to cup Jennifer's balls. "Ready?" "Uh-huh. Yeah, I'm ready." Jennifer's voice is breathless and distant when she answers her sister, her face flushed and her hands trembling as she helps Jessica straddle her lap, guiding her cock towards her little sister's entrance. Jessica slowly lowers herself onto her sister's cock, leaning forward so she can see the fat head push her pussylips apart when it slides inside, then leans back against Jennifer's supporting hands. When Jessica starts to ride her sister's cock the camera captures it all - Jessica's happy grin, Jennifer's flushed face, the thick cock sliding in and out of Jessica's wet pussy, the way the two girls move together to create pleasure for each other. When Jessica gets closer to orgasm she lifts her legs and spreads them wider, planting her heels on the couch cushions for better leverage. The image jolts and then stabilizes when Emma places the camera on the table, shifting its position to capture both her daughters and then herself as well when she moves into view, kneeling before the couch. She starts by kissing Jennifer's thighs, then moves in to suck her balls and lick the base of her cock, finally moving up to Jessica's pussy, licking her as she rides her sister's cock. With the combination of Jennifer's cock filling her and her mother's tongue caressing her, Jessica quickly reaches her climax. She cries out as her body trembles, her hips bucking as she falls back against her sister, Jennifer's hands moving from supporting Jessica to caressing her - stroking her body, squeezing her breasts, holding her close as she cums. Emma keeps licking her daughter's pussy through her orgasm, lapping up her juices and trailing her fingers up and down her widely spread legs. When Jessica finally starts to come down Jennifer's cock slips out of her, and Emma immediately captures it with her mouth and hands, sucking it vigorously while she strokes it with both hands, drawing deep moans from her daughter. It doesn't take long for Jennifer to cum, the camera capturing the image of thick spurts of sperm shooting out of her twitching cock and onto her mother's tongue and over her smiling face, Emma's hands working her daughter's cock as it releases it's warm, sticky load. Both her daughters satisfied, Emma raises herself to kiss them, sharing Jennifer's cum with them both. The two younger women pull their mother to them, all three kissing and caressing each other in front of the camera, the girls taking turns licking Jennifer's sperm from their mother's face. After a few minutes Emma pulls away, leaving her daughters entwined on the couch as they continue to lazily make out. She picks up the camrea and pans over the two young women's slim, sweat-shiny bodies up to their smiling faces as they kiss and gaze into each other's eyes. "Remember that this is what you miss out on when you don't come to visit." She lets the camera linger on her daughters a while longer, then zooms out again. "Alright, say Merry Christmas to Auntie Fran!" "Merry Christmas Auntie Fran! We miss you!" "Come visit soon! I'll suck your cock every day!" "I'll do it twice!" The girls start speaking over each other, competing in describing the ways they'll pleasure their futa aunt the next time she coems to visit. Emma turns the camera back to her own face, some of Jennifer's sperm still glistening on her cheeks as she blows a kiss. "Frannie, if this doesn't make you want to come visit I don't know what will. Merry Christmas!"

Chapter 6 - Joyce, Ellie, and Ms. Langwood

You're Joyce Wayward, mother of Lucy and Lin, your nearly grown teenaged daughters. Your stepdaughter Lin is a futa, which means you and Lucy have the primary responsibility of keeping her sexually satisfied. You also have a part-time job as personal assistant to Ms. Langwood, who is also a futa. Part of your professional duties there is to keep her urges under control as well, when the office assistants don't have time or when she asks for you specifically. So far your day at the office has been fairly quiet when you're asked to show the new girl around. The new girl, Ellie Rook, is a pretty little thing just out of college. She's a cute brunette wearing a light blue blouse with a dark suit, the pants showing off her cute bubble butt. This is her first job and she's understandably nervous so you do your best to make her feel safe and welcome. After a quick tour of the office - break room, copy room, introductions to the people she'll have the most to do with - you bring her to Ms. Langwood's office. You knock on Ms. Langwood's door, opening it when you hear a muffled "Come in" from inside. Ms. Langwood looks up from the paperwork on her desk when you enter, gently pushing Ellie ahead of you. Ms. Langwood gives Ellie a warm smile, looking her up and down. "Ah yes, the new girl. Miss... Rook, wasn't it?" "Y-yes, uh, Ms. Langwood, uh, ma'am?" Standing right behind Ellie you can feel her tremble. You put a hand on her waist to comfort her. "I'm showing Miss Rook around the office." "Very good, Mrs. Wayward. I hope everyone's made you feel welcome, Miss Rook?" "Oh! Uh, yes, very much so, thank you, uh, ma'am." Ellie curtsies clumsily, clearly uncertain of how to behave. You turn slightly to start steering her out of Ms. Langwood's office before she trips over her own feet or starts babbling. "If there's nothing else I'll continue the tour." You take half a step before Ms. Langwood's voice stops you. "Actually, since you're here I think I'll take my mid-morning relief now." You start a little, your grip on Ellie's waist tightening. Ms. Langwood usually goes to the office girls around this time, but when you turn to look at her she looks you straight in the eye before shifting her gaze to Ellie. "I think Miss Rook could benefit from a demonstration from a more experienced colleague before she takes on the task herself. Don't you agree, Mrs. Wayward?" You had hoped to ease Ellie into her regular duties before introducing her to Ms. Langwood's massive cock, but apparently your boss has a different idea. Her mood and interests can shift quickly and you know better than trying to contradict her. "Of course, ma'am. How do you want me?" You feel Ellie tense up beside you. She's surely had plenty of sex before this, but not all girls get a lot of experience with servicing adult futas. They're supposed to get some training for it in school, but most who don't live with a futa get very little practice. Still looking at Ellie, Ms. Langwood tells you to come over to her chair. While you walk over to her chair, Ms. Langwood briefly rises to unzip and shed her skirt before sitting back down again. As you round the corner of her desk her impressively big, slowly hardening cock comes into view, and when you kneel before it you hear Ellie gasp behind you. You put some spit into your hand and start to stroke Ms. Langwood's thick shaft, then turn to give Ellie what you hope is a comforting smile as you reach out to her with your free hand. She hesitates before stepping forward to take your hand, kneeling beside you when you pull her closer. "Here, feel it." You place her hand on the other side of Ms. Langwood's shaft - you can't fully reach around it with just one hand - showing her how you can stroke her together. "It feels like any other cock, doesn't it?" Ellie nods, nervously glancing from the swelling shaft before her to you to Ms. Langwood's face and back to her cock. "I've... I've never seen one this... this big." You lean in to kiss the base of Ms. Langwood's cock, then smile to Ellie. "Don't worry. I'll show you how to handle it." You lick Ms. Langwood's shaft from the base all the way to the top, slurping up the clear drop of precum leaking out of her. Then you take the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before taking it deeper, sucking the fat head of Ms. Langwood's huge cock while looking up at her face, still guiding Ellie's hand to stroke the thick shaft. You look up at your boss' face for instructions and she signals for you to let Ellie try. Ellie licks her lips nervously before she nods, apparently too nervous to speak as she opens her mouth for Ms. Langwood's cock, looking up at her boss's face as she prepares to suck her. Your worries that Ms. Langwood would be too rough with your young colleague turn out to be entirely unfounded. Other than stroking Ellie's brown hair and giving her gentle encouragement and guidance Ms. Langwood lets her move at her own pace. At first Ellie can barely take the thick head of Ms. Langwood's massive cock into her mouth, but it's clear she's not entirely new to sucking cocks. She knows how to use her tongue, using it to circle the edge of Ms. Langwood's big mushroom tip and lap her cock from top to bottom between her attempts to take more of it into her mouth. She sucks eagerly and keeps a good pace with her hands around the thick shaft, following Ms. Langwood's instructions well. "That's very good, Miss Rook. You'll get plenty of opportunities to practice, but right now I want you to clear off my desk so I can fuck Mrs. Wayward." "Y-yes, Ms. Langwood." Ellie gets up from her knees, apparently so enthralled by the sensation of sucking Ms. Langwood's cock that she doesn't even notice the spittle sliding from her chin to spatter down onto her chest until some of it drips onto the polished surface of Ms. Langwood's desk, prompting her to quickly wipe it off with the back of her hand. She proceeds to stack up the papers on the desk off to one side, nervously curtsying and stammering "Y-yes, m-ma'am" every time Ms. Langwood corrects her as to which ones should go together. You know what's expected of you, so when the desk is clear you step forward to hop up on the edge and then scoot back, lay back to raise your hips and pull your skirt up, then spread your legs with your feet and ass on the edge of the thick slab of smoked glass, your raised knees tilting out to give her full access to your pussy. Ms. Langwood trails her fingers over your raised legs, your bare chest, your arms; sometimes her fingerips stroking you gently, sometimes her nails scraping your sensitive skin as she touches you as she pleases. It takes her a while to get to your breasts, by which time your heart is already pounding, and when her touch grazes your nipples you can't hold back a moan. "I'm going to fuck you here on my desk, Mrs. Wayward. But not yet." Her fingers trail down towards your crotch but veer off to slide along the outside of your right leg, then up again along the inside, skipping over your pussy to do the same with the left. "First I think we should do a bit more to introduce young Miss Rook to her duties. What do you think we should have her do?" Ms. Langwood's fingers finally reach your pussy, her soft teasing touches drawing further moans from you. "Wh-whatever y-you see fit, Ms. L-langwood." Through misty eyes you see her lips twitch in the hint of a smile. "That's the correct answer, Mrs. Wayward. Whatever I see fit." You're sure that exchange is more for Ellie's benefit than yours - you know that when it comes to giving Ms. Langwood relief, she has the last word but Ellie may not have as much experience with working with futas with important jobs. You tear your eyes away from your boss's face to glance at Ellie, trying to give her a comforting smile but feeling your face contort into an expression of frustrated arousal as Ms. Langwood continues to tease your wet pussy. Ellie's face is flushed red, her hands gripping the hem of her skirt with whitened knuckles, jumping when Ms. Langwood turns to her and calls her name. "Miss Rook? Will you please come over here and let me feel that pretty body?" Ellie approaches Ms. Langwood cautiously, clearly still nervous despite all she has already seen and done. When she stops she fidgets with her fingers in front of her crotch "Wh-what do y-you want me to do, ma'am?" The corners of Ms. Langwood's mouth curl up in the barest hint of a smile. "Nothing, Miss. Rook. For now, do nothing." Then she steps forward, brushing the back of her hand lightly over Ellie's cheek and down her neck, drawing the fingers of her other hand through her lustrous brown hair. Ellie holds herself still while Ms. Langwood's hands caress her face, her hair, her shoulders, then unbutton her blouse and cup her breasts, making your young colleague gasp softly. Ms. Langwood draws her fingertips over Ellie's stiff nipples, then grips one between her thumb and forefinger to pinch it lightly, drawing a gasping moan from her, then another as she repeats the maneuver with her other breast. She lingers on Ellie's breasts for a while longer, alternating gentle caresses with pinching and pulling at her nipples, making her squirm. Then she continues down to Ellie's pants, slowly undoing the buttons in front and slipping her hand inside. Ellie shivers and moans at the intimate touch, reflexively grabbing hold of Ms. Langwood's arms as her legs tremble, then bend forward to push her face into the older woman's chest as the caress grows more intense. Ms. Langwood continues to play with Ellie's pussy inside her pants for a few moments but pulls her hand out before the young woman can cum, clearly intent on teasing her for her own pleasure. She holds her wet fingers up before Ellie's misty eyes and the girl eagerly parts her lips to receive them into her mouth, sucking up her own juices. Ms. Langwood keeps her fingers in Ellie's mouth while her other hand slides down the girl's back to grab her bubbly butt, squeezing her round cheeks through her pants while she slowly fucks her mouth with her fingers, looking deep into her hazel eyes. Then she abruptly pulls away, leaving Ellie disheveled and aroused with a look of lust and longing on her face. "That will be enough of that for now, Miss Rook." Ellie nods mutely, her gaze following Ms. Langwoods hands. "To finish off, I would like you to lick Mrs. Wayward's pussy." "Y-yes, Ms. Langwood." You follow Ellie with your eyes as she steps over to the edge of Ms. Langwood's desk. She briefly meets your gaze from between your raised knees before she lowers herself down to kneel before your pussy, Ms. Langwood moving in behind her to watch. Ellie places her hands on your hips and then you feel her hot breath on your sex, soft irregular puffs of air washing over you as she gathers her courage. Then her mouth is on you. She may not have much experience with cocks, at least not ones as big as Ms. Langwood's, but she knows how to eat pussy. She alternates between long, soft tongue strokes, quick flicks with just the tip, sucking, kissing. She starts out soft and gentle but gradually focuses more and more on your clit, quickly learning from your moaned instructions and gasps of pleasure what you enjoy the most. While you lie back and enjoy your young colleague's ministrations you can hear Ms. Langwood's heels click on the floor, and soon you feel her hands on your naked skin. She trails her fingers up and down your body, lightly rakes your legs with her nails, squeezes your breasts and tugs at your nipples, leans down to kiss you hungrily, taking full advantage of the way your body is displayed to her. When she recognizes the signs of your approaching orgasm she tells Ellie to move aside. Ms. Langwood steps up to the edge of the desk, locking her gaze in yours while she strokes her long, thick cock with one hand and caresses your leg with the other. Her fingers trail along the outside of your thigh to your raised knee, then down along the inside to your pussy, brushing her thumb across your clit to make you gasp before spreading you open. You've taken her cock many times before, but it always surprises you just how big she is. When she pushes the fat tip through your entrance you groan, feeling yourself shiver with anticipation. She holds herself there for a moment, whether to give you a chance to prepare or to tease you you can't tell, but then she pushes deeper, and deeper, and deeper, your pussy stretching to accommodate her massive cock, whimpering involuntarily with the slight tinge of pain that follows the pleasure. Her cock buried to the hilt inside you, Ms. Langwood grabs your hips and grinds herself against you, making you gasp as she pushes herself just a little bit deeper into you, the fat head of her cock filling the deepest parts of you. After she has held herself there for what feels like minutes she slowly starts to pull out, the sensation filling you with a mixture of relief, longing for more, and anticipation of her next thrust. However, before she pushes forward again she turns to Ellie. "Miss Rook, while I fuck Mrs. Wayward will you please sit in my chair and masturbate?" You see Ellie blush a deep red and how she tries to cover up her embarrassment by curtsying and looking down at the floor. "O-okay. Uh, sorry, I, uh, I m-mean, of course. Ma'am! Of course, ma'am." She draws a deep breath and bites her lip to keep from babbling more apologies as she walks over to Ms. Langwood's luxurious chair on stiff legs, instinctively covering up her bare chest with one arm until she realizes what she's doing and lets it drop to her side. Ms. Langwood continues to fuck you with long, slow strokes while she watches Ellie walk, her eyes sliding up the young woman's slim legs to her bubbly butt. When Ellie turns around and looks a question at her she makes a waving motion with her hand. "Take it all off. I want to see you naked, Miss Rooks." Ellie swallows but quickly obeys, sliding her open blouse and jacket off her shoulders before taking off her pants and panties. Ms. Langwood nods her approval, momentarily breaking the rhythm of her thrusts to gesture towards the set of drawers closest to the chair. "There's a towel in the bottom one. I don't want to get stains on my chair." Ellie blushes again but retrieves the thick towel and spreads it on the chair, waiting for another nod of approval before sitting down. "Do you just want me to...?" Ms. Langwood sniffs irritably and makes an impatient gesture. "Hook your legs over the arm rests. I want to see you. All of you." "Y-y-yes, Ms. L-Langwood." Ellie is blushing a deep red all the way down to the top of her chest now - it's a good thing she's such a quick learner because it's obvious her education has some serious deficiencies if she's embarrassed about masturbating in front of a futa in need of relief - but she obeys, putting her young, beautiful body on display for her boss. "Very good. Now make yourself cum as quickly as you can." Ellie nods wordlessly as she starts to caress herself, first her round breasts, feeling her clearly hard and sensitive nipples, but quickly sliding one hand down to her pussy, her palm covering the small but dense patch of hair on her mound as she first slides her fingers up and down her slit to then focus her attention on her clit. Then you lose track of what she's doing because Ms. Langwood intensifies her thrusts, pushing her long, thick cock deep inside you again and again. You hear Ellie start to moan and then Ms. Langwood pulls out of you almost all the way, fucking you with a few quick, shallow thrusts, allowing you to glance at Ellie again, her face fixed on Ms. Langwood who sudenly pushes her cock all the way inside you at once, her hands pulling your hips against hers as she grinds herself against you, then leans down onto you, using her full weight to push herself as deep inside you as she can, and before you can recover she pulls out and thrusts inside you again, and again, and now she's fucking you hard and fast, her hips slapping against your ass, and as Ms. Langwood's thrusts get faster and harder, her massive cock driving into you again and again you feel your orgasm build and suddenly it's over you, your back arching as your pussy spasms around her thrusting cock, and after a few more deep thrusts you suddenly feel the familiar sensation of her cum flooding your pussy, and now you're cumming again, cumming, cumming so hard, your body shaking as your eyes roll back and you think you cry out but you can't hear yourself, completely lost in the intense pleasure. When you come down you're panting for breath, your body shiny with sweat, Ms. Langwood looking at you, her face shiny and red with exertion, a small satisfied smile curling her lips. "Well done, Mrs. Wayward, as always." You smile faintly back at her, happy for the praise. "It was my pleasure, Ms. Langwood." Her smile grows wry as her eyes twinkle. "I noticed. I suppose all that's left is for young Miss Rook to clean us up." Ms. Langwood takes a few steps to the side and towards Ellie, possibly to give you a better view for a later performance review of the new employee. Ellie approaches her nervously and when Ms. Langwood tells her to she gets down on her knees, her gaze flicking between Ms. Langwoods face and her cock, still halfway hard despite her recent orgasm and glistening with her sperm and your juices. "Just use your mouth to clean my cock. Haven't you done this before?" Ellie looks down, blushing a deep red. "Not, uh, not really." "Then just start at the tip. You enjoyed sucking that before, didn't you?" "O-okay. I m-mean, uh, y-yes, ma'am." Still hesitant, Ellie opens her mouth for Ms. Langwood's cock, letting the older woman push the fat tip in between her lips. "Good. Now squeeze it, get all the cum out." Ellie obeys, stroking the fat shaft to milk out the slow dribbles of cum still leaking from the tip. You can see her swallow, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks for more. Under Ms. Langwood's patient direction Ellie continues to suck and lick her cock clean, alternating between sucking the tip and licking it from the base up. Once Ms. Langwood is satisfied, she leads Ellie over to the desk where you are still recovering from your series of intense orgasms. "Now do the same for Mrs. Wayward. Oh, and my desk." "Y-yes, ma'am." Ellie's voice sounds distant, but she hastens to obey. When you feel her mouth on your newly fucked pussy you lean back and enjoy the sensation, hearing her swallow the trickle of cum still leaking from deep inside you, shivering with pleasure when she laps at your labia and clit, then sucks them, working diligently to clean you up. When she pulls away you raise yourself on your elbows and scoot back to watch her slurp up the pool of cooling cum that had already dripped out of you, then carefully lick up every trace of it from the smoky glass surface of Ms. Langwood's desk. "Very good, Miss Rook. I can see you will be a solid addition to our team." "Thank you, Ms. Langwood!" You can see Ellie beam at her new boss. "That will be all for now. I'll see you soon again." Recognizing the dismissal, you climb down from Ms. Langwood's desk and take Ellie's hand. You make sure both you and Ellie have all your clothes with you before you leave, Ms. Langwood already back at work. You show Ellie the way to the changing room, answering all her many, many questions about Ms. Langwood and the other futas in the office. Then you shower together, washing each other off and making out a little before you go down on her to let her release some of the tension she built up during your intense session with Ms. Langwood. Then you dry off and change into fresh clothes, Ellie having dutifully packed the two extra sets you told her to bring when you gave her instructions for her first day. You lead her to her desk and get her started with her e-mail and other administrative set-up, strongly suspecting Ms. Langwood will call you both back in before the day is over...

Chapter 1 - Leila's Test

This chapter introduces Leila, femme assistant to an officer in the Futarchy Peace Force. You've just logged into your computer for the morning when the intercom buzzes and Sub-Commander Hurt's voice calls you into her office. You stand up and shrug your jacket off, leaving you in a white tank top, spike-heeled boots, and a skin-tight black skirt that barely covers your ass even when you're standing up. You pick up the briefing packet from your in-tray and enter the Sub-Commander's office. Unlike your own sterile room it's well decorated, with comfortable leather chairs, a darkwood desk, and a thick, lush rug. As usual, the Sub-Commander is on the phone, occasionally speaking into a headset but mostly listening intently. She gestures for you to place the document folder in front of her, then towards the desk. Your heart is already pounding harder as you get down on your hands and knees and crawl in under her desk. The Sub-Commander pulls her skirt up. Her cock is as strong and hard as its owner, as much a weapon as the stunner she always has on her hip, but to you it is a thing of beauty. You lick your lips when you see drop of precum forming at the tip and draw a deep breath through your nose, the scent sending a shiver through your body. Without any further prompting you gently grasp her shaft with your hands, then open your lips to take her tip into your mouth. The taste makes your face flush and your nipples stiffen, and you work your hands up and down as you begin to give her the first of this day's blowjobs. You circle the tip of her cock with your tongue while you stroke her shaft, then begin to bob your head up and down. You've only been with the Sub-Commander for a few weeks, but you've learned what she likes. She wants her service efficient and straight to the point with no hint of teasing or dawdling, so you work her cock hard and fast. After a couple of minutes you have relaxed enough to try to take her all the way down your throat, and on the second try you succeed. Her hand reaches down to pat your head as a reward, then takes hold of the back of your head to hold you impaled until she feels you gag around her swollen shaft. When she releases you you draw a few quick breaths which makes the string of saliva hanging between your chin and the tip of her cock tremble, then quickly get back to your task. It isn't long before you hear her breathing grow heavier and you intensify your sucking, both your hands working her shaft, sliding easily as it is slick with your spit. Then she grabs your head with both hands and fucks your mouth, her cock going all the way down your gagging throat with each hard thrust. You ball your hands into fists, pressing them against the small of your back to keep from trying to resist her, something that is sure to draw swift and harsh punishment. Soon she draws a deep breath, gasps, then grunts a couple of times as she shoots her big load of hot cum down your throat, her hands pressing your face against her crotch as she pulses and twitches in your mouth. You swallow as best you can, and when she relaxes her grip you pull back enough to draw a few deep breaths through your nose but keep your mouth around her cock. Using both hands you squeeze the last few drops of cum out of her, your tongue caressing her tip and catching the delicious juice. You swirl it around in your mouth for a few ecstatic seconds before swallowing, licking your lips to get every trace of Hurt's savory sperm into your mouth. Once she's fully drained you pull back, not wanting to annoy her by keeping at it for too long. You pull her skirt back down over her now semi-flaccid cock and crawl out from under her desk, curtsy, and return to your station, closing the door behind you. Back at your desk you spend the next hour managing the Sub-Commander's schedule, answering some of her routine e-mails, and generally arranging the practical details of her professional life. She's doing a surprise inspection next week which requires a certain amount of secrecy so you've set up some dummy meetings in other parts of the sector together with some of the other assistants you trust. Then the Sub-Commander calls you back in again. Soon you're on your back on her desk with your top off while she alternates between fucking your throat and pushing her cock between your breasts. You're very proud of your breasts, full and firm as they are, with big nipples that are almost constantly hard, and it's become very clear to you that your boss is a bit of a tit-hound. When she's not as busy as she was this morning she usually takes some time to play with your tits before fucking you or having you suck her off. Now her hands are constantly on them, whether she has her cock between them or down your throat, squeezing them, mashing them together, flicking and pinching your stiff nipples to make you moan and squirm. She never speaks to you while she's fucking you and despite your training you can't help but feel that that's a little degrading when you think about it. But the taste of her cock and the feel of her hands on your skin banish all such thoughts, making you willing and accepting of whatever she requires of you, even if it's to have your throat fucked sore while she plays with your tits. You know she has an appointment at eleven, but she must have done away with most of her work until then because she's taking her time with you, which is highly unusual. Normally her sexual interest in you is limited to having you make her cum as quickly and efficiently as possible but for once she actually seems to be taking pleasure in using you. It's a little confusing, but in a good way. Maybe she's finally warming up to you? The thought sends a warm fuzzy wave through your body. You've never been able to cum just from having your mouth and tits used, but the combination of Hurt's extended interest in your body and the idea that she might be starting to enjoy you as more than a fuck doll is bringing you to the brink. Your pussy is literally dripping wet and she barely has to touch your nipples to make you gasp with frustration. This seems to entice her further and she wraps your tits around her spit-slick shaft, tit-fucking you while she keeps her thumbs firmly planted on your nipples, making you incoherent with pain-tinged pleasure. You gasp with every ragged breath, then choke as she without warning shoves her cock into your mouth again, fucking your throat with hard, deep thrusts as she clamps her fingers around your nipples and pulls your breasts up. You are overcome by an intense and sudden orgasm when her rough fingers send lines of fire from your nipples down to the center of your belly, your hips thrusting against the air and your fingers clawing at the surface of the desk. The combination of being choked by a thick cock while you cum without your pussy having been touched at all makes you feel like you're falling even as Hurt shudders and shoots spurt after spurt of hot cum straight down your throat, her fingers still pinching your nipples hard. Just when you think you're going to black out she pulls out and strokes herself over your face, shooting the last part of her load over your breasts that suddenly miss her ungentle touch. While she catches her breath she rubs her sperm into your skin and gives you the tip of her cock to nuzzle. You suck greedily, savoring the taste of her cum before swallowing. For once she lets you take your time with it, perhaps as a reward. When she finally pulls out she actually looks at your face, brushing your cheek with her fingers. Her face is as unreadable as ever but there's something in her gaze, in the way her dark eyes linger on you. Then it's gone and she's back to her usual business-like manner. "Well done, Leila. The Futarchy appreciates your service." You can't quite formulate a response and your surprised nod probably looks strange as you're still on your back with your head hanging off the edge of the desk, but before you can gather your thoughts for a more meaningful response the Sub-Commander is back to her usual businesslike demeanor. "Now get this cleaned up. I need you to be ready again at eleven." "Yes, Sub-Commander!" You get down from her desk and wipe up the small puddle of juices you have left on it using your discarded top, eagerly licking up the few drops of her cum that has spattered over the smooth surface. Once her desk is clean, you curtsy and leave her office. If she needs you for the meeting you'll need to freshen up first, so you head off for the bottom floor communal showers. Like most workplaces, Peace Force Station 17 has an in-office changing room and shower to allow the workers to keep clean and fresh during the day. Since most futa require a release at least every couple of hours there's a lot of bodily fluids produced, and when much of them end up in or on people along with the sweat that tends to result from the pure physical exertion, there's a need for regular washing. Also like many other workplaces the showers here are on the bottom floor with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the street. There's a certain competetiveness between various government agencies and other places of employment regarding the attractiveness of their staff so they like to take this chance to show off their assets. It can also be a useful recruiting tool. You're alone in the elevator down, and there aren't that many people in the changing room either. You kiss hello with a couple of other girls you know and curtsy to the only futa you see there. Even though she's busy fucking another girl up against the wall and wouldn't notice if you didn't, the Peace Force tends to be strict about protocol. For similar reasons you take one of the showers near the window, once you've put your clothes away in one of the storage boxes: As the assistant to a high-ranking officer, your employers expect you to display yourself to the public as part of your service to the state. There isn't much foot traffic at this time of day, but again, protocol. You wash yourself quickly, not because you mind the few onlookers who glance your way or stop for a minute or two, but because you know your shower time will be monitored and tallied and you don't want to seem like you're wasting government time and resources. Besides, the Sub-Commander will want you back behind your desk, or under hers. You towel off and get back to the lockers for your things, and you've just put your clothes back on when Lis comes in. Lis works at the External Communications office, and she is one of your closest friends. Like all ExCom workers she's stunningly beautiful, with an expressive face, full lips, and blonde curls to die for, and you know she never needs to go to bed alone unless she wants to. You've stayed over at her place a handfull of times and she's a skilled if somewhat conventional lover. You exchange some gossip with her - a couple of officers from your station will provide security for a visiting vid star, the new local ExCom Director is a bit of a bitch, there's rumors some terrorists were arrested last week - then kiss her goodbye. If you'd had the time you would have made out with her a bit, but you're both in a bit of a hurry and neither of your bosses are exactly patient with girls who dawdle in the showers. You watch together as the futa you saw when coming in finishes fucking the girl she had pushed up against the wall, shooting a big load of cum over her back, then leads her away towards the showers taking about "round three". She has the tough, athletic look of a patrol officer so most likely she'd been out on the streets for a few hours without a chance to fuck anyone and was making up for lost time. Now that you've seen her face you recognize the girl with her as one of the newer ones in the office pool who aren't assigned to any particular officer. You exchange some gossip with Lis - a couple of officers from your station will provide security for a visiting vid star, her new boss is a bit of a bitch, there's rumors some terrorists were arrested last week - then kiss her goodbye. If you'd had the time you would have made out with her a bit, but you're both in a bit of a hurry and neither of your bosses are exactly patient with girls who dawdle in the showers. On your way up you share the elevator with one of the other Sub-Commanders' sergeants who pulls down your top so she can play with your tits while you ride up, so you're a little flushed from more than almost being late when you get back to your station where your boss' eleven o'clock appointment is already waiting, at least ten minutes early. All you knew about her beforehand was that the Sub-Commander called her Janie. Now she's sitting in one of the visitor's chair by the door to the Sub-Commander's office, her booted feet propped up on the small table while she idly strokes her cock, the scent of her precum unusually strong. The only things she's wearing apart from her combat boots is a belt and an equipment harness, a stunner strapped to the former and the latter looking a bit empty, like she usually carries around a dozen things strapped to her body that she had to leave behind for this visit. Her skin is a dark chocolate color and her body is strong and lithe, her hair cropped down to a short black fuzz, but what really catches your attention are her eyes. They're big and dark and calculating, giving her an alluring but somehow frightening look. You curtsy, and after giving you a quick look Janie waves for you to go to your desk. You curtsy again and begin to work through the emails that have accumulated while you've been busy. The scent of Janie's pre-cum soon reaches you and you feel yourself get a little wet, but you continue to focus on your work. After a couple of minutes she gets out of her seat and moves to stand behind you, taking your left hand and placing it on her cock while her right reaches in under your top to squeeze your breast. You continue sorting through the messages for the Sub-Commander as best you can through the combined distractions of keeping your hand moving at an even pace while Janie's hands grow more familiar with your breasts and nipples. When the intercom buzzes to let you know Hurt is ready for her guest she steps back and releases you after giving one nipple an extra pinch. Your legs are a little wobbly when you open the door for her and you glance longingly at her bobbing cock when she steps past you. To your surprise Hurt tells you to follow Janie inside, and what follows is the strangest conversation you've ever had. You all sit down around the small table in one corner of the room that Sub-Commander Hurt uses for informal meetings. She asks you to take notes, but instead of your normal datapad and stylus you get a pad of paper and a pencil that's in sore need of sharpening. Then Hurt and Janie start up a long, meandering conversation about people you've never heard of before. Sometimes one or the other gets up to sit on or behind Hurt's desk instead and when they return they sit down on a different chair from before, and they tell you to go fetch things that sometimes aren't there, then tell you to sit somewhere else. Once Hurt grabs you and pulls you down onto her lap, something she never does otherwise, playing with your tits and getting in the way of whatever meager notes you'd otherwise would have been able to take. Sometimes they ask you to repeat parts of the conversation back to them or ask you questions about the people they've been talking about, half the time asking for things they haven't mentioned, at least not that you can remember. For a while Janie sits right next to you and fingers you while she has you stroke her cock and they start talking about your looks and sexual skills, Hurt giving a very vivid description of how you got her off that same morning. By the end your head is swimming from your own excitement and confusion along with the pheromones they're giving off. Janie's precum has a particularly strong scent and when her cock is in view you find it hard to keep your eyes off of it. Then they stop talking as abruptly as they started, without seeming to have reached any kind of conclusion. Hurt takes her usual place behind her desk and waves you forward to stand in front of her, Janie retreating to a corner. You can feel her gaze on you and it takes an effort of will not to glance back at her and her enticing cock. Hurt asks you a few more questions about what just happened and you use the few notes you were able to take as support for your memory and answer as best you can. Did Leila pass the test? Leave a comment below if you want the story to go a particular way, then find out in the next chapter!

Chapter 5 - Lin and Amanda

You're Lin Wayward, a cheerleader and senior at the Wet Valley High School, and you live with your mother and stepsister in a house on Shady Oaks Lane in a small suburban area. You're also a futa, which means not only that you have a cock instead of a vagina but also that you have a very strong sex drive. Fortunately society expects everyone, including your family, to help satisfy your needs, and most are eager to do so. You're only ten minutes into second period English, but your need for relief has become unbearable. You woke up late and didn't have time to get off this morning, and after first period art Ms. Coxbury asked you to stay behind to give you some pointers on perspective so you didn't have time to cum then either. It doesn't help that your English teacher, Ms. Fairlight, is a stunning beauty, tall and blonde, with legs, ass, and tits to die for. She's wearing a tight, black skirt, her usual starched, white blouse, and black shoes with thick soles and ridiculously high heels that don't seem to hamper her at all. Your need has gotten to the point where you can't satisfy yourself but need the help of someone else. Amanda recently moved here and has only been in your class for a couple of weeks. She's a tall girl with red, curly hair and strong shoulders, good at sports but quiet and very serious. You haven't had much of a chance to interact with her and so far you haven't asked her to give you relief, but sometime's got to be the first, right? You lean over to poke her in the back, and she turns around with a start to give you a surprised look. You gesture towards the tent your achingly hard cock is making of your skirt and mouth "Help me out?" to her. She's clearly caught by surprise, but she nods and then tilts her head towards Ms. Fairlight, giving you a questioning look. You raise your hand and wait for Ms. Fairlight to notice you - perhaps things worked differently where Amanda went to school before coming here, but here teachers expect to be notified if someone is to give relief during class. "Miss Wayward?" "Uh, Ms. Fairlight, I need to cum. Would it be okay if Amanda helped me?" Ms. Fairlight nods. "Just don't make too much noise, please." Amanda looks surprised, perhaps expecting your teacher to send you out of the classroom, but then she pushes her chair back and moves over to you, hunkering down beside your chair. When she leans in to whisper her breath is warm against your cheek. "What do you need?" You turn your chair to face her and pull your skirt up to free your cock and whisper back to her. "Could you use your hands?" Amanda takes a firm grip on your shaft. She strokes you slowly at first, getting a feel for your reactions, then speeds up, clearly assuming - not incorrectly - that you want to get off as quickly as possible. You bite your lower lip to keep from moaning out loud, drawing quick, impatient breaths through your nose. A couple of your classmates glance your way when Ms. Fairlight isn't watching, but the sight of you getting off in class has worn off its novelty for most of them. Amanda clearly isn't new to providing relief, and in fact she seems to enjoy it more than most. She rubs the tip of your cock against her nipples, despite the fact that your precum stains her white blouse. She looks up at your face with a dreamy expression, and you gesture for her to take her top off. Amanda slowly unbuttons her white school blouse, watching your face as more of her pale, lightly freckled skin is revealed. You stroke yourself and stifle a moan of excitement as her breasts come into view. They're not very big, but beautifully shaped, with pink nipples that are already stiffening. You reach down to brush your fingers across her nipples, the ghost of a smile playing across her lips as she arches her back to give you full access to her chest. Playing with Amanda's breasts while you stroke your hard cock is very pleasurable, but it's not enough to get you off so you gesture for her to use her mouth. Amanda shifts her grip towards the base of your shaft and leans down over your lap. The curtain of her red curls hides her face but the feeling of her mouth enveloping the tip of your cock is unmistakable. You stifle a moan as she begins to suck you while she strokes you with her hand. She strokes your leg with her other hand as she bobs her head up and down on your cock, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. Your need to cum is strong, but you're not quite there yet. Between stifled gasps and moans you whisper to her that you want to titfuck her. Amanda leans in a little closer, adjusting her position so she can push her breasts together around your cock, using her own spit as lubricant. She begins to move up and down, watching your face with that same dreamy expression, perfectly focused on your pleasure. You stare back into her blue eyes, almost forgetting you're supposed to keep quiet so as to not disturb your other classmates. When Amanda sees your brow furl from the frustration of not being able to cum she shifts her position and bends her head to catch the tip of your cock in her mouth with each stroke. You're getting close now, the combination of her warm mouth, her breasts around your shaft, and her long curls tickling your skin pushing you closer and closer to your climax. Amanda adjusts her posture, holding up her small, well-shaped breasts for you with her hands. Her skin is pale with a dusting of freckles, and her pink nipples are stiff against her fingers when she tweaks them, her gaze never leaving your face as you stroke yourself over her. The display is enough to push you over the edge. You bite your lip hard to stifle a cry as you cum, your cock pulsating in your hand as you shoot thick, heavy spurts of sperm onto Amanda's chest, covering her breasts and hands with glistening cum. She keeps watching your face as she smears your sperm over her breasts, replacing your hand on your cock with her own when your climax passes. She brings your softening cock to her lips, swallowing the last dribbles of sperm, sucking you gently as you soften. When she lets you go you begin to look for some tissues in your bag, but she waves them off, instead rising to her feet. She hesitates for a moment before leaning down to kiss your cheek, then returns to her seat and digs up a towel from her bag to wipe herself off, leaving her blouse undone for the rest of the class. For the rest of Ms. Fairlight's class you find your gaze keeps wandering over to Amanda, and once you think you catch her looking at you. When the bell rings you try to catch up to her, but the throng of your classmates keeps you separated until you realize you don't even know where her locker is. (This playthrough hits six of the scene's 11 paragraphs and one of its four different endings, taking one of the 30+ different paths. This scene is included in the backer version of the game available to my Patreon backers.)

Chapter 1 - Trick Or Treat

"Mom? Do we have to go trick-or-treating?" Jessica's voice has that plaintive-bordering-on-sulky tone that can really get on your nerves. You know it's a total lie when Danny says you sound exactly the same when you're trying to get out of something. Just because you're identical twins you're not the same in every way! "Of course you do! You're eighteen now, it's tradition!" "But why do I have to be the angel?!" Aha, there it is! That's the real reason Jessica's pouting - she got the boring angel costume while you get to be the cool devil. "Because rock beats scissors, that's why!" You stick your tongue out at your twin sister, but when her face darkens you hastily retreat back into the bathroom and lock the door behind you. Not because you're scared, of course, you just want some privacy. Jessica pounds on the door and shouts about cheating and how everything's always unfair and you kind of zone her out while you touch up your makeup. That's probably another reason she's being such a baby - being the Devil means you get awesome makeup with black lipstick, thick lines that show off your awesome cheekbones, and heavy mascara that makes your eyes pop. The bad part is that you have to wear a wig, because for some reason the Devil can't be blonde and there's no way you're dying your hair black for just one night. The wig is itchy and it's hard to get it perfectly straight, especially since you have to put on the cheap plastic horns over it, but you guess it's just one of those things you have to put up with. There's a more measured knock on the door and you realize Jessica must have stomped off to sulk somewhere else when your mother asks if you're done. "I guess", you answer, giving your reflection a final critical look. The makeup is awesome (your mother helped with that and you have to admit she did a great job), and the black top and tights you added to the costume makes the bright red corset (bustier? bodice?) and miniskirt stand out nicely, especially together with the black and red cape. "Yeah, I'm ready", you say, mostly to yourself. When you exit the bathroom you make a little ta-da motion with your hands, but to your surprise your mother shakes her head and gives you one of those looks. "What's this? No no no, this won't do at all." "What? What do you mean?" In spite of your protests she pushes you back into the bathroom and starts tugging at your clothes, and before you know it you've lost the black top and your leggings along with both your bra and your panties. (You didn't really need the bra with the bustier (corset?) being a bit big for your breasts, but it felt weird not wearing it.) "Motherrr!" "Hush now, Jennifer." She continues to tug at your clothes, adjusting the skirt and the- "Stand still! I need to adjust your bustier." "But I'm naked!" She looks up at you and you can see she's just barely restraining herself from rolling her eyes. "You're not naked, you have the costume on. You're only nearly naked." You make an exasperated sound, gesturing with your hands to convey to her the extent to which that's not a real improvement. "Oh sweetie, you know what trick-or-treating means." You blush a deep red, your gaze flicking from here to there around the bathroom; everywhere but your mother's face. "Of course I do, I'm not a child! But you said we're just going around the neighborhood. It's just going to be the people we know, they're not going to want to..." You trail off, your mind unwilling to picture what comes at the end of that sentence. "Jennifer. Honey." Your mother sounds so serious your gaze is drawn back to her face, but when you meet her gaze she's smiling and oh my god are those tears in her eyes?! She stands up and gives you a tight hug, kissing the top of your head. (The effect is somewhat lessened by the wig, but it still gives you some of the feeling it did when she would do the same when you were younger.) "Of course they'll want to, you have nothing to worry about. You are a very beautiful young woman." You hug your mother close, sniffling a little. You hadn't quite wanted to admit even to yourself that you were feeling insecure about your looks and worrying that nobody would be interested in you. You know Jessica feels the same - maybe that's why you both wanted the Devil costume, to have something outrageous to hide behind. You stay like that for a while, your mother stroking the wig (again losing some of the effect, but you'll take it) to comfort you. Then when you've collected yourself you pull back, turning to the bathroom mirror to check your makeup and straighten your horns, meeting your mother's gaze in the glass. She smiles and you smile back after very carefully dabbing at your eyes with a tissue. "Okay. Okay, then." You turn around and give her another hug, then go out into the hallway. You nearly bump into Danny who's wearing the same silly Peter Pan costume he wore last year. You give him a look that he correctly interprets as "Really? The same thing again? Really?", and he gives you a careless shrug and a smile that says "What? I know what works" to which you roll your eyes and sniff "You may be two years older than me but you're still more immature". You both go down the stairs to join Jessica who's still pouting. Her bustier and skirt are white rather than red, and in place of a black wig with horns and a black cape she has a tinsel halo and a pair of fluffy wings on her back. You start to say something conciliatory but she holds her hand up. "Whatever. Let's get this over with." "Wait! Don't forget your candy!" That's your dad's voice coming from the kitchen, quickly followed by his plaid-shirt-and-silly-trapper-hat lumberjack costumed body carrying three small white bags in one hand and a comically oversized latex axe in the other, handing you one bag each. You're surprised at how light yours is, and when you open it there's just a couple of candybars at the bottom. "But daddy, this isn't nearly enough!" Your dad gives you a surprised look, then glances up at your mother who's walking down the stairs, already in what you're guessing is her lumberjack's fiancée costume with a frilly dress and a similar cap except white - how she's had time to change you can't understand, even if she was just in her robe before - and they do that annoying parent telepathy thing where they just look at each other for a moment and somehow have a whole conversation. "Oh, I don't think you need to worry about that, sweetie. You're all very pretty, yes, and handsome" - he deflects Danny's protest before he has time to voice it - "and if you need more you can just come back here. But you won't need to. Because you're pretty. And handsome." You and Jessica both try to protest but Danny and your dad both start pushing you towards the door, and suddenly you're outside. "Just stick with Danny and you'll be fine." Your parents are both in the doorway now, blocking any chance of getting back inside with dignity. "Good luck! Have fun! Be nice!" And with that they close the door behind you. "Alright!" Danny rubs his hands and starts walking down the driveway. You hang back with your heart pounding in your chest, and when you glance over at Jessica she looks exactly like you're feeling: nervous going on terrified. But before your brother can start being all brothery you set your jaw, grip the candy bag tightly in your hand, and nod to your twin sister. She nods back, and somehow you both get your legs moving. "I guess we're actually doing this." "It sure looks that way." You give each other a brief smile, and when she shifts her bag you take her hand, your previous quarrel left behind. Danny has already jogged across the street to Ms. Hank's house. While you follow him on trembling legs he uses the knocker and loudly yells "Trick or treat!", the door soon opening to reveal Ms. Hanks in a short, clingy silk robe. "Oh, hi Danny! Are you coming to me first this year too?" "Of course, Ms. Hank! You know you're my favorite neighbor." You roll your eyes. "No surprise there." Jessica shoots you a look that makes you grin, and then you both break out in giggles. Danny's had a thing for Ms. Hank for as long as you can remember. It's not really surprising: She's not just over ten years his senior so she was a young woman when he was getting interested in girls, she's also got a great figure, she flirts with everyone, and she tends to wear very skimpy outfits. She moved here to help take care of her elderly aunt Flora, but she also used to babysit you. Back when she would go trick-or-treating you know he always tried to sneak out of his room to watch when she came around to your house. While you cross the street up to her driveway, Ms. Hanks is making a show of looking in Danny's treat bag which you can tell all the way from here has made his face fall, but then she pushes it away and gives him a wink. "Never mind, I guess I'll take the trick. Oh, hi girls!" "Hello Ms. Hank", you answer her in unison, giving her a shy wave. For once you're grateful for her habit of dressing provocatively as it makes you feel less exposed yourself when her robe barely covers her ass and has slipped open enough to show plenty of her generous cleavage. "I keep telling you to call me Lucy. Either way, I'm letting Danny turn a trick so you can move on if you like. Or you can stay and watch." She smiles and gives you a wink that makes you blush all the way from your wig down to the top of your chest. "Uhm, we're supposed to stay together..." "Yeah, Dad said we should stick to Danny. It's our first time." "I figured as much. Well, this shouldn't take long." Before Danny can feel slighted she's grabbed him over his shorts, making him gasp. "Let's see if you've grown since last year." While Danny quickly strips out of his shorts and pulls down his tights, Ms. Hank shoots you a wink and a smirk that says she's seen plenty of his cock since last Halloween. You exchange a glance with Jessica, both of you figuring that's why it takes him twice as long to mow her lawn as anyone else's. Then you both spin around when she pulls down your brother's shorts and tights and his cock springs into view, neither of you feeling very interested in viewing that particular piece of human anatomy anymore than absolutely necessary. Shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other, you're treated to a few minutes of the sound of Ms. Hank sucking your brother's dick. It sounds like she's doing something very different from what you've tried yourself, all wet and slurping and noisy. You can't resist sneaking a peek, and if that hadn't been your brother it would have been kind of hot. Ms. Hank - Lucy - is hunkered down in front of him, stroking him with one hand while she squeezes one of her breasts with the other, her robe hanging open as her head moves back and forth, a thick string of spittle swinging from her chin. You quickly look away, but from the corner of your eye you catch Jessica's eye and from the look on her face she's had a peek too. She looks apprehensive and you seek out her hand to hold it tight. "I think you're ready now." Ms. Hank's voice is a bit breathless, as is Danny's when he answers "Yes, Ms. Hank". You risk another peek and catch a look of her leaning back against the front door, her robe hanging open to show her whole naked body, and then Danny steps forward and she grabs hold of his dick and guides it in between her spread legs. You whip your eyes forward again, shivering when you hear her moan deeply. "Oh yes, Danny, you have grown!" You and Jessica roll your eyes at each other at boys' obsession with having the size of their dicks praised, still holding each others' hands while you listen to the sounds of fucking. It's very different from when you're doing it yourself - yes, you've had sex for a while now, even more since you and Jessica got separate rooms when you turned eighteen, but again this is much noisier, especially the way Lucy talks to Danny, telling him to fuck her harder and how big his cock is. Lucy and Danny are soon gasping, and when she moans that she's cumming he makes a strangled noise that presumably signals that he's joining her. You turn around when it seems they should have had enough time to decouple and dress but instead you get an eyeful of Lucy hunkered down in front of Danny again, gazing up at him while she squeezes his cock over her tongue, slowly licking the underside of his shaft before swallowing demonstratively. You stand frozen while she gets to her feet and kisses his cheek, then closes her robe while he grins like an idiot. "See you again next year, Danny. Maybe your sisters won't be quite as shy then." She shoots you another of those blush-inducing looks and you stammer something back while Jessica motions angrily for Danny to pull his pants up and let's go already! He's oblivious to it of course, a stupid smile on his face as he waves goodbye to her while she blows him a kiss before closing the door. Finally you go both go up and grab him (by the elbows, because god knows where his hands have been) and drag him down from the porch. You almost want to go back home, but you know your parents would scold you for not being adventurous enough so after exchanging a silent look with Jessica you nod at each other, steeling yourselves to pressing forward. The next house belongs to Mr. and Mrs. Lunson, an elderly couple who are always chatty and friendly when you bump into them on the street. Jessica and Danny have apparently decided it's your turn to knock, both of them taking a step back when you get up to the front door. You knock and try to step back to join them, but they're blocking your way. It's Mr. Lunson who opens, a big smile on his broad face. He's wearing a gingerbread man costume, the brown felt hat sagging a little on his head. "Hello children! Martha, it's the Richardsons!" Mrs. Lunson joins her husband, her witch costume simple but effective, consisting mainly of a black pointy hat and a false nose together with a dress that's only slightly more old-fashioned than the ones she usually wears. "Oh my, aren't you a cute little devil! Oh, and Jessica's the sweetest little angel!" You don't know how she's so good at telling you apart when nobody else but your family can do it reliably, but her friendly smile always makes you feel safe. "Trick or treat?" You blush as you hold out your nearly empty bag, your heart pounding hard in your chest. Is this it? But they both choose treat, Martha taking one of your candy bars and Mrs. Lunson taking one of Jessica's. They both hug all three of you like they usually do, though they're distinctively more handsy, Mrs. Lunson even more so than her husband. He just lets his hands linger a bit on your hips but she puts one hand square on your ass, kneading your butt cheek with her surprisingly strong fingers before letting you go, and when she kisses you goodbye it's right on the lips. When you walk down their driveway your heart is pounding just as hard as before, but now your feelings are more confused than the pure nervousness you felt before. Your next stop is the Madisons, a couple with three kids who are a few years younger than you. You hope to god the kids are shut away the way you used to be, because this will be embarrassing enough without them seeing you. Danny walks up to the front door while you and Jessica hang back, but when he rings the doorbell and Mr. Madison opens he steps off to the side, leaving the both of you in full view. "Uhm... trick or treat?" You can hear your voice shaking, but you force a smile. "Hi girls! Happy Halloween!" At first you think he's wearing some kind of werewolf costume with a ripped shirt and furry arms and chest, but when Mrs. Madison joins him in the doorway you she sees dressed up as Little Red Riding Hood so he must be the Big Bad Wolf. "Happy Halloween Jessica and Jennifer! And you too Danny, don't think I don't see you lurking there behind the door." Danny steps out with a grin. "Happy Halloween Mrs. Madison." She kisses him on the cheek and you see her hand slip inside his tights. "Aw, are you spent already? I was hoping for a ride this year." You see Danny blush even as his grin grows even wider. "I guess you'll have to make do with a treat?" He holds up his bag, but she pushes it away. "Not so quick there, cowboy. Let me have a look at what else is on offer first." She gives him another kiss before letting him step off to the side again. You're starting to relax a little - you've spent a lot of time at their house babysitting their younger children, and they've always been nice to you. And you can't deny that Mark is handsome, something even the wolf fuzz on his face can't hide. You take a tighter hold on Jessica's hand and pull her forward. You're not sure if it's the devil costume making you bolder or if you just have more of a thing for Mr. Madison than she does, but it seems you have to take the initiative here. She follows you forward, repeating your previous "Trick or treat?" in a breathless voice. "Let me get a good look at you two! Aren't you just the cutest couple!" "Thank you, Kelly." The Madisons have always insisted that you use their first names (except that one time when their son Brandon managed to set a fire in the living room while you were babysitting him and Tilda and you were busy with the flooding Tilda had caused in the bathroom), and they're good friends with your parents so you've always felt safe with them. But right now things feel different. Kelly and Mark are exchanging looks with each other and looking at you and Jessica in ways you're not used to, and Kelly's touching you - your neck, your arm, the top of your chest - in a way that's both exciting and a little frightening. "Which one do you like better, honey? The saucy devil or the sweet little angel?" Her question nearly makes your heart stop as everything suddenly becomes very real - you're going to have sex with your neighbors right here on their porch. "What kind of question is that? You know I'm all about the sweet, pretty girls." Mark gives his wife a big wolf grin and kisses her cheek. She gives him a satisfied smile in return. "Then I guess this hot devil is mine." She looks like she's about to ask which one you are, but then she shakes her head. "I think it's better if we don't know which is which." You quickly nod, then swallow hard as Kelly draws a finger down your cheek, then pulls you in for a kiss. Her lips are soft and warm and you feel like you're melting when she pulls you close. Then she's all over you, but not in a bad way. Not like Mike Wankerman that time you made out with him after the Winter Dance, not like a clingy, grabby octopus with clammy hands who grabs hold of your boobs and butt and constantly tries to get in between your legs. Kelly's touches are soft and gentle, but her hands and lips are constantly moving, stroking, caressing, kissing, just barely touching your lips, your neck, your arms, your thighs, your hands, your shoulders; heating up your whole body without giving you a chance to think or be afraid. She clearly knows what she wants, but she's drawing you to her rather than pushing you. And it works. God, it works! Before you know it you're returning her kisses, your hands hesitantly touching her before she guides them to where they want to go, showing you that you're allowed. When she starts kissing down your neck and over your collarbone you're almost panting with expectation, and when she tugs down the top of your bustier to free your breasts to the balmy evening air and then her lips your blood is pounding in your ears and several other places. When you feel her mouth on your nipple you gasp, pulling her against your chest even as her hand slips in between your legs, up under your short skirt. You hear yourself moan, then recognize it's not you but Jessica. Through misty eyes you look over at your twin sister sitting on Mark's lap, his mouth on her breast as his wife's is on yours. She glances over at you and you realize you've just made the exact same sound. Her face looks like an exact reflection of how you're feeling - excited, aroused, nervous, but not afraid. Kelly doesn't rush you but she keeps the initiative, showing you what to do, whispering words to you that you've never heard outside giggling whispers in the locker room, but from her they don't sound dirty - well, not dirty in a bad way. When she kneels before you to put her mouth on your pussy you're already wet and so very ready for her. She doesn't lick you like the boys you've been with, like it's something she's expected to do or something she's doing to get you to do something for her later. No, she's doing it because she's enjoying it, because it's something she wants to do, because she loves it. When she whispers up to you that she loves the taste of your cunt - that's the word she uses, and she makes it sound so good - you absolutely believe her, and it nearly makes you cum. You hear another moan from your sister, and when you look over at her she's still on Mark's lap but now she's facing him, rocking back and forth with his hands on her ass and her angel wings waving in the air, and when she raises herself so he can suck her breast you can see his cock slide out of her. When she starts to ride him more aggressively Kelly pushes a finger inside you, sending a line of fiery arousal up through your navel, her hand keeping pace with your sister's bouncing ass. You've never been with a woman before outside some half-drunken fumbling make-out at the end of a party or two, and you realize you've never been with anyone who knew what they were doing. But Kelly knows. Oh god, she knows! She does things with her mouth and fingers you didn't believe were possible, and when you cum it's a moment of unbearable tension followed by an amazing release, like your whole body becomes a knot that falls apart at a slight tug. She's licking and sucking your clit, two fingers working inside you, bringing you pleasure you've never received from a boy's dick or your own hand or even the shower head. She doesn't stop when you cum, but keeps going and going until you can't stand it anymore and have to pull away. When you do she rises to her feet smoothly, pulling you into a soft embrace and letting you tremble in her arms as you come down from the intensity of the experience. When you start to collect yourself you look over at Jessica and Mark. Your sister is still riding him, faster now, moaning every time she lets herself fall down over his lap to take him inside her. Kelly pulls your attention back with a kiss. "Do you want me to..." You trail off, unsure how to continue as you're not nearly as bold with your words as she is. She gives you a warm smile, adjusting your wig a little. "From the sounds of it Mark will soon be done with your sister, so I think I should let you go on your way. You'll get a chance to reciprocate some other day." You can't quite decide if you're disappointed or relieved that your first time eating pussy won't be with Kelly on her front porch on Halloween and now you can't believe you just thought that, but before your feelings have time to fight it out you hear Jessica cry out as she cums on Mark's cock. You turn to watch as she writhes on his lap, her legs twitching as he pushes her down on his lap by her hips, fucking her through her orgasm. When she slides off his lap he's still hard, his cock glistening with her juices. You have to tear your eyes away to look at your sister, her face shining with a silly blissful grin as she pants for air. Kelly leads you over to Jessica and you go to sit beside her, holding her as she catches her breath. When you glance down at Mark's hard cock he gives you a wink and a proper wolfman grin, but Kelly grabs hold of his shaft before you can decide if he wants you to do something. "Don't worry about this, girls. There will be some other trick-or-treaters along soon to take care of him." Mark makes a fake sad face, then kisses her cheek. "She's right. This is your first time, you should only worry about enjoying yourselves. Us old folks will get ours soon enough." Kelly barely has time to open her mouth for a faux-offended remark before he continues, "I was only referring to the general 'us', of course. Not you, sweetie. You're as young and beautiful as ever." Kelly rolls her eyes but she still looks pleased and returns the kiss. As Kelly and Mark start to get their costumes back in order, Danny bounds up onto the porch again, chewing one of the candy bars from his bag and putting his phone away. Apparently he didn't want to just stand around while his sisters were fucked to orgasm on your neighbors' porch, which you think is fair enough. He helps Jessica get her halo back on straight, obviously making a whole series of crude remarks about fallen angels the whole time, while Kelly straightens your wig and horns. "You don't need to wait until next Halloween before coming back here, you know." She gives you a soft, lingering kiss, and you feel yourself melt into her arms all over again. When she lets you go you stammer an answer that doesn't quite mean anything, but she just smiles and brushes her fingers down your cheek. As you walk away you take Jessica's hand, both of you breaking out big grins as you meet each other's eyes. "Wow." "Yeah, you can say that again." "Okay. 'Wow.'" She punches you in the arm at the bad joke and even from behind you can see that Danny's rolling his eyes. "So, do you girls want to continue on or head home?" You look at Jessica who hesitates before tilting her head a little and shrugging slightly. You feel the same way - you're not nervous anymore, but you're also a bit overwhelmed and after the Madisons anything else is likely to be a letdown. You raise your eyebrows and make a small gesture towards your house, and Jessica nods. "We can go home", you say in chorus. "Cool." Danny walks ahead of you, giving you some time to absorb the experiences you've had before returning home. You see another group of two boys and two girls dressed up as witches and vampires over on Creek Street, exchanging waves with them as they go up to one of the houses there. As you walk along the hedge separating your front garden from the street you hear a cry from the other side, and when you turn into your driveway you see Mindy Marsh from your class bent over the bannister around your front porch in some kind of fairy princess costume, your dad in his lumberjack costume standing behind her with his hands on her hips, obviously fucking her. She cries out again and then he does too, apparently cumming inside her. All three of you reflexively make retching sounds and hurry for the kitchen entrance instead, unwilling to get any closer to that scene than absolutely necessary. "I guess it's not Halloween unless you've seen something truly horrible." You and Danny break out laughing at Jessica's deadpan delivery, then she joins you as Danny imitates Mindy's orgasmic cries. You put your bags of candy bars on the kitchen counter, then hurry up the stairs as you hear another group calling out "Trick or treat!" as they come up towards your house, your mother going out to meet them. You're already looking forward to next Halloween.

Chapter 0 - Tom Comes Home after a Long Day at the Office

"I'm ho-ome!" Tom put down his briefcase and put his jacket on a hanger, then patted his wife Karen on the head. As always when he got home from work she was kneeling beside the door, smiling and delighted to see him. When he kicked his shoes off and turned to face her she unzipped him and opened her mouth to receive his cock. He reached down to fondle one of her breasts through her blouse. When he was fully erect he put one hand on her head and started to fuck her mouth, first with quick shallow thrusts, then slowing down and pushing down her throat. Even when he felt her gag she didn't protest or try to pull back but let him do as he wanted. This was the high point of Tom's day. Even the most hellish day at the office was instantly forgotten the moment he had his wife's mouth around his cock, her blue eyes looking up at him, knowing she would give him any pleasure he wanted. When he started to come close he pulled out and stroked himself fast while Karen unbuttoned her blouse and offered her breasts up to him. Thinking back on what a prude she had been before he had her chipped always made them an even more exciting sight and Tom came quickly, shooting several long spurts of cum over her face and chest before going in between her lips again, letting her milk out the last few drops into her mouth. She squeezed his cock gently with one hand while she smeared his cum over her chest with the other. "Thanks, hon. You'd better go get cleaned up before dinner." She swallowed his sperm, then nodded and rose to her feet, sauntering off towards the downstairs bathroom. Tom's gaze lingered on her as she walked. Zipping up as he walked into the living room Tom found his youngest daughter Tina in front of the tv, reclining naked on the sofa with one hand between her legs. "Oh, hi Daddy! I didn't hear you come in." She flashed him a quick smile before going back to watching what Tom vaguely recognized as one of her classmates being fucked by what he assumed was one of their professors. The punk-haired girl was bent over a desk in front of a whiteboard with her leather skirt around her ankles as a man in his thirties fucked her hard from behind. The scene had obviously been shot with a cell phone from the second row as the picture was shaky and sometimes a head or other filming phone intruded. Tom sat down on the sofa and pulled her head onto his lap, stroking her blonde curls as she continued to masturbate. "Is this from today?" She nodded. "Uh-huh." "That's, what's her name, Judy? Julie?" "Jackie. You've fucked her like four times. You really should have learned her name by now." Tom fondled his daughter's small, pointy breasts as she continued to rub her sex slowly. "But you have so many classmates. I can't remember all of them." His voice was teasing and she made a face, but then they both laughed. Tina climbed up on Tom's lap, and he used his own hand to take over for her own, slowly caressing her soft, warm pussy, bare and already slick with her juices. They watched the screen together where the professor had grabbed hold of Jackie's pink tresses as he slammed into her again and again, grunting as he came inside his student. "Is there anything else good on there?" Tom pressed lightly on Tina's clit as he nuzzled her neck, sliding his lips over the tiny flap of skin that covered her chip slot. She moaned and wrapped herself around him for a moment, then reached for her phone when he moved his hand up to her breast, massaging it while she flipped between movie clips. He idly thought back to the time before the chips, when he had been trapped in a loveless marriage with Karen and his daughters had become resentful strangers. Back then he had been overcome with shame every time he as much as thought of one of their friends as attractive, and could never bring himself to consider Tina and Cassie as sexual beings. These days he considered the old Tom an idiot who lucked into the right circumstances - working his way up from accountant to regional sales manager had required a series of ruthless maneuvers and sometimes distasteful alliances that Old Tom would never have dared try, but New Tom was bold, cunning, and rather more morally flexible - not to mention in possession of a much greater sexual capacity and stamina. Hormone control was truly a wonderful thing. Applying for the first series of in-house chip tests was the only good thing Old Tom had done as far as New Tom was concerned. Once he found the right contacts getting slightly modified chips for his family had been a piece of cake. As more and more people were chipped the old taboos and rules were dissolved anyway, but Tom had been among the first. Tina had finally found the right clip and put it up on the big screen. This one had slightly better picture quality, probably because the phone seemed to be propped up against something so it was steady, and there was more light. Tina herself was the first person to come into view, her face filling the screen as she checked the camera. When she stepped back and to the side the scene resolved into a dorm room with two beds, one desk (with the camera presumably placed on a second) a tv in one corner and some posters on the walls. It was pretty messy, with clothes on the floor and books and papers stacked everywhere. Tina was as naked there as she was now, and she made a little twirl for the camera before a second person coming into view. Tom recognized her as Clara, a tall, athletic black girl with tightly cropped hair and a quite impressive pair of tits. She hadn't visited with them yet, but she had featured in several of Tina's other little amateur productions. This time she was fully dressed, a tight, low-cut top showing off the curve of her breasts while a pair of tight, washed-out jeans did the same for her long legs and nicely rounded bubble-butt. She turned to grab hold of Tina and kissed her demandingly, squeezing her naked ass as she pulled her head back. On the sofa Tina pulled Tom's hand down between her legs again and be began to rub her sex with slow, rotating motions. She sighed contentedly, lightly resting her hand on his arm. Clara pushed Tina down onto one of the beds, then dug around on the other until she came up with a thick, slightly floppy rubber cock with some straps attached. She held it close to the camera for a few seconds, showing off the veined texture and how thick it really was - when she held it in one hand there was well over an inch between her fingertips. She tossed Tina a tube of lube she picked up from behind the camera before stepping into the harness and tightening it over her jeans. As the Tina on the screen spread lube on her hands and then between her legs the one in Tom's arms moved his hand to make the same motions and he obliged, imitating her as best he could. When Clara stepped up to the bed Tina reached for the dildo but the black girl slapped her hands away. "I want the natural stuff." She pushed Tina down on her knees, then put the rubber cock in front of her face. Tina opened her mouth but Clara didn't let her take it in right away, instead rubbing it against her lips and over her face. Tina looked up at her, sometimes moving to suck the toy and getting a slap from it as a warning to not get greedy. "You'll get your fill soon enough." Clara grabbed hold of the kneeling girl's hair and made her spit on the pink cock before sliding it over her face. After a few minutes of this she let Tina take the tip between her lips, then slowly pushed deeper and deeper, not stopping until she had forced the whole shaft down Tina's bulging throat. Tom felt Tina squirm on his lap and wrapped one arm tightly around her as he pushed his middle,finger inside her pussy. She gasped, then moaned softly as he slid his finger in and out while they both watched her on-screen self struggle to hold all of the long, thick cock, tears forced from her eyes. When Clara relented and pulled out both Tinas gasped as the dildo finally slipped free of her lips, a thick string of saliva hanging between the tip of the dildo and tv-Tina's chin. Tom pushed his finger in all the way, pressing the heel of his hand against her mound. Clara didn't give Tina much time to catch her breath. After a couple of seconds of panting breaths Tina's mouth was again filled with the thick rubber toy. This time Clara fucked her mouth roughly, holding Tina's head in a firm grasp as she pushed her hips against her face. The real Tina was rubbing herself against Tom's hand now, and he contented himself by meeting her thrusts with his hand while kissing her neck and shoulder. After once more pushing the strap-on dow Tina's throat Clara pulled it all the way out, then pulled Tina to her feet only to spin her around and push her down on the bed. She went up to the phone on the desk and brought it with her, continuing to film as she spread Tina's legs and slapped the rubber cock against her ass, then guided it to her pussy. At that point Tom lifted Tina off his lap and laid her down over the low table in front of the sofa, grabbing her a pillow which she pulled under herself. When on-screen Tina reached down between her legs to help guide the thick dildo into her, Tom had pulled down his pants and imitated Clara's actions on the screen, entering his daughter's pussy as they both watched the film. Tom's cock didn't have the impressive girth of the toy Clara used, but he knew his daughter - when to keep pushing her, when to slow down, when to be rough, when to be gentle. Now he used that knowledge to its full advantage. As the Tina who got roughly fucked on the screen squealed and gasped, the real Tina asked her daddy to fuck her harder. Tom obliged, but not right away. At first he kept going at a slow, steady pace, and only when she was reduced to begging did he put one hand on her shoulder and the other pulling her head back by her hair, thrusting deep inside her. When he saw she was close to coming he slowed down and reached in between her legs and rubbed her clit until she was right on the edge, then gripped her hips with both hands and fucked her hard and fast. She cried out as she came, neither of them seeing the screen as the sensations in the present took them over completely. When she came down Tom was still hard. He reached for her phone and with some fumbling managed to get back to the beginning of the clip. Tina caught his meaning and knelt down before him with her mouth open. Tom put his cock on her outstretched tongue, and she quickly started sucking him. Soon she had all of his shaft down her throat and he once more imitated Clara on the tv screen and gripped his daughter's head hard, fucking her mouth as he came, shooting his load of cum straight down her throat. He collapsed back onto the sofa, Tina shifting after him to kneel between his legs and lick his softening shaft, her face smeared with tears, spit, and cum. They smiled at each other, and he stroked her hair as she placed soft kisses on his cock. "Alright kitten. Dinner's in half an hour." "Okay Daddy!" She gave hm a quick hug before going to get cleaned up. Tom went upstairs, finding his older daughter Cassandra in her bedroom. She was kneeling on her bed, spreading herself open as she fucked herself with a black rubber cock. "Are you busy with your show?" Cassie smiled and waved him inside, then turned to speak into the microphone by her computer. "Hey everyone, this is Tom, my dad! Dad, do you want to join me?" Tom waved at the camera. "Sure, if your audience won't disapprove?" "You won't mind watching my dad fuck me, will you?" The only reply from the computer was a series of jangling sounds that Tom assumed meant his daughter had not only gained approval for the idea but also some more tips. Tom climbed up on his daughter's bed and flipped her down onto her back, pulling his shirt off while she positioned herself to receive him, raising her hips and spreading her legs. As her pussy was already prepared from her masturbation with the dildo he could push all the way inside her in one smooth motion. "Oh Daddy, that feels so good!" Cassandra looked up at Tom as he grabbed her hips and thrust inside her at a slow, steady pace. Her gaze locked on his face even as her eyes grew misty and lost focus. "Do you like fucking me, Daddy? Does my pussy feel good around your cock?" Tom grinned and reached for her breast, kneading it against her chest, forcing a gasp from her lips. "Always, baby." She closed her eyes, a wide smile on her face as her father fucked her slowly... then slower still... then stopping completely. She looked up, confusion in her blue eyes. Tom grinned down at her, tweaking her stiff nipple with his fingers, making her gasp again. "You don't expect me to do all the work, do you?" His smile was teasing, his fingers insistent on her skin. She groaned, then wrapped her legs around him and pulled herself against him. She pouted, clasping her hands over his on her breasts. "C'mon Daddy. Don't you want to fuck me anymore?" Tom growled, his desire for his beautiful, lusty daughter overcoming him. He pushed her down on the bed and lifted her legs onto his shoulders, then thrust deep into her. Cassie cried out as her father's cock filled her up, his hands holding her as he plunged into her again and again. Tom moved faster and faster, close to orgasm as his daughter's pussy spasmed around his cock, her body trembling as she came. He pushed her face to one side, turning it towards the webcam on her computer, showing it to everyone watching. The thought of all those strangers watching them, watching him fuck his daughter, making her cum on his cock... He came hard, gasping as he shot his load inside her, filling her up with his cum. His cock was still twitching inside her when he pulled her up to kiss her. They stayed like that for several minutes, his cock slowly softening inside her as she clung to him through kiss after soft, loving kiss. When he laid her down and pulled out she turned back to her webcam, spreading her legs to her audience to show them his sperm slowly dripping out of her, which provoked more jangling sounds. "Dinner is in ten minutes so you'd better sign off." "You heard the man. See you later!" Cassie turned the camera off and followed Tom to the bathroom. When he stepped into the shower she joined him, looking up at him expectantly. Maybe dinner could wait a little.

Chapter 2 - Leila's Failure

When Sub-Commander Hurt starts grilling you you're barely able to give coherent answers, much less the ones she's after. Your notes are a mess, you're confused by the whole thing, and to top it off you're so horny your hands are shaking. After a couple of minutes Hurt glances over your shoulder at Janie, then shrugs and raises her hand to silence you. "That will be all, Leila." Her tone tells you she's disappointed, that you've failed her somehow, but you're still as confused as before. You swallow hard and curtsy. "I-I'm sorry I-... Th-thank you, Sub-Commander." You curtsy again and then quickly leave, closing the door behind you. A few minutes later Janie leaves, though she fucks you first, on your back on your desk. She kneads your tits with her hands while she pumps her cock in and out of your pussy, rubbing your nipples with her thumbs. You cum fast and she soon follow you, filling you with her cum. Her dark skin has a slight sheen of sweat when she's done, and to your surprise she pulls you up into a kiss before she gives you a wistful smile. Then she pulls out of you and wipes herself off on your skirt, giving your breasts a final look before stepping out to the elevator. You didn't think Sub-Commander Hurt could be less cordial with you, but over the next couple of weeks she proves you wrong. She still uses you regularly of course, but she's more rough than usual and even the very small appreciative touches she gave you before are gone. When she has you on your back on your desk so she can fuck your throat, which happens at least once a day now, she squeezes your breasts and pinches and pulls your nipples hard, even slapping them sometimes. That the pain makes you whimper around her cock doesn't seem to bother her the least. Any hint of smalltalk is gone, and even when she's talking directly to you she doesn't even glance in your direction. The only time you see her looking at you is on the rare occasions when she fucks your pussy instead of your throat, and then she only seems to look at your chest. At these times she's usually content to watch your tits bounce as she pounds you hard, but sometimes she treats them as roughly as when she's using your throat. Your painfilled gasps and squeals don't seem to bother her then either. Every night when you go home both your breasts and your throat are sore and tender, and your ego isn't in much better shape. You had thought Hurt appreciated your work and that you were good at pleasing her, maybe that she was even starting to like you as a person, but after failing that test that you didn't even understand it seems you're just another office drone to her - a pair of hands to type, a pair of tits to squeeze, and a throat to fuck. You continue to do your best to please her, but she continues to be cold and distant. You're too embarrassed by your apparent failure to bring this up with your friends. Some of them notice that you're not your usual happy self, but when you don't open up about it they don't push you. You usually have lunch with Lis every other week or so - it would be more often if you both didn't have very full schedules - and she gently prods you to talk about what's going on. You let her know her sympathy is appreciated and then change the subject, and she lets it go. Over the weekend you stay with Mairie, one of your old friends from the Academy. She's a kind and gentle dark-skinned girl, a year older than you, and you've always been perfectly comfortable with her. This time you spend most of your time in bed together, watching vids, making love, or talking about inconsequential things. Spending time with her always helps you relax, and having her go down on you or using your mouth and fingers to make her cum is a much more intimate experience than being fucked by the futas at work. This continues for several weeks. Hurt remains distant and cold, using you roughly and carelessly, and you remain to ashamed to say anything to your friends about it. Then you get transferred. It starts as any other day - you get up, do your usual morning routine, take the auto-bus to work, give Hurt her morning blowjob, start sorting out the messages that have arrived since yesterday. When Hurt calls you into her office a couple of hours later you expect her to want relief, but without even looking at you she announces that you'll be transferred out of the station. "Your services are no longer required here. You are to report to Work Assignment Office 12 after lunch so you should clear out your things." You feel yourself go rigid with shock. "Your replacement will arrive shortly. Please brief her on what her duties will be. Dismissed." You make a clumsy curtsy, then walk out. Numbly you sort out a last few things, working in a haze. You haven't just failed the Sub-Commander, but the whole Peace Force. You're just not good enough. What will happen now? Will you be sent to a work district? A bath house? A street relief station? What? When you look up you see a young girl standing nervously in the door. She waves uncertainly. "Hello? I'm Sheelaa? I'm supposed to report here?" You look Sheelaa up and down. She's dressed in clothes similar to your own - minimal skirt, loose tanktop, high heels - and wears her blonde hair in a tight ponytail. She's got a nice figure, with good hips and the kind of breasts the Sub-Commander likes. Her face is open and honest and she looks rather clueless. "Yes. Right." You shake yourself back to what you're supposed to be doing instead of imagining her on her back on Hurt's desk with the Sub-Commander's cock pounding her pussy. "I'm Leila. I'll be showing you your duties." You get up and kiss her hello. She embraces you tightly, her tongue flicking against your lips for just a moment before withdrawing when you don't let it in. You get back in your seat with Sheelaa watching over your shoulder as you show her the basics of prioritizing the Sub-Commander's messages and setting up her schedule. Sheelaa follows along well enough, for the most part asking the right questions and showing she has a general grasp of being an assistant, but she's rather clingy in the way of newly graduated girls, standing right behind your chair and constantly touching your arm and hair. After a while you switch places with her, partly so she can try things out for herself while you watch and correct her, but mostly so you won't have her pawing at you. You're winding up with some minor details when the Sub-Commander calls for you on the intercom. "Bring the new girl if she's arrived", she adds before clicking it off. You steel yourself and bring Sheelaa with you into the Sub-Commander's office. You both curtsy as she glances your way, her gaze flicking up and down Sheelaa in a quick once-over before she gestures for you both to strip before going back to her phone call. You get out of your office clothes with practiced ease while Sheelaa snags her skirt on one of her heels for a second, blushing over her failure to comply as well as you. You wait like that for a few minutes while Hurt barks terse instructions on the phone, apparently in some kind of group call with her Patrol Leaders. She mutes her mike long enough to order you both onto her desk. She puts you in the position you know very well, with your head hanging over the edge so she can fuck your throat, and puts Sheelaa beside you with her legs spread. As she starts talking again she pushes her cock into your mouth and down your throat with a practiced motion, her hands squeezing your breasts. You were expecting more of the rough treatment you've been getting ever since that strange test, but she's much more gentle today. Perhaps it's to keep from scaring Sheelaa too much - newly graduated girls can be rather skittish, and even if they've gone through extensive training their experience is limited. Hurt fucks your throat with slow, deep thrusts, her heavy balls pushing against your face when she bottoms out. She pulls out to let you breathe properly a few times, her hands softly squeezing your breasts. The unexpected tenderness makes your heart ache. When she pulls out completely and shifts to stand between Sheelaa's legs, the new girl spreads them even wider and uses her fingers to open her pussy for her new boss' cock. She moans when Hurt's fat cock enters her, giving a little squeal when she pushes it all the way inside with a single thrust. She may be inexperienced, but it seems she's been well trained - even though Hurt doesn't have the biggest cock by far, not many can take it all at once without complaining. Since Hurt hasn't told you to move you stay there with your head hanging down, a mixture of your own spit and her precum smeared over your mouth as you listen to the sounds of her fucking Sheelaa. She's soon slamming her cock into the new girl at a fast, steady pace, pulling gasps and moans of seemingly genuine pleasure from her new assistant. When it sounds like Sheelaa's about to cum Hurt pulls out of her and pushes her fat cock in between your lips again, giving you a taste of your replacement's pussy. Despite yourself you find yourself enticed, doing your best to taste the juices on Hurt's cock as it slides against your tongue. But soon she pulls out again, a fat rope of spit connecting the tip of her cock to your mouth as she moves back between Sheelaa's legs. This time she starts going at full speed right away, and soon you hear the girl cry out and you feel her shudder beside you as she cums. Her hand finds yours and squeezes it tightly, and you have no choice but to squeeze back unless you want your bones broken by her vice-like grip. Just as she's beginning to relax you hear the Sub-Commander grunt as she also cums, thrusting irregularly, filling Sheelaa's pussy with her cum. Unexpectedly she pulls out halfway through, shoving her cock down into your mouth for the last few spurts. You almost choke on the sudden flood of sperm but manage to swallow most of it. She keeps slowly fucking your mouth, giving you just the tip so you can taste the last few drops as they trickle out. She doesn't pull out until she's halfway soft - or at least as soft as a futa ever gets while awake - and when she finally leaves your mouth she looks down at you, and it almost seems like she's about to lean down to... what? Kiss you? But she straightens herself up, her fingers twitching as if she doesn't quite know what to do with them. That's more emotion than you've ever seen her display before. But the moment passes and she looks back to her computer screen. "Sheelaa, I assume you know where the showers are. We'll begin compatibility training in the afternoon. Leila, you're free to go when you're done instructing Sheelaa. Dismissed." With a cold feeling in your chest you climb down from Hurt's desk, gather up your clothes, and curtsy. Sheelaa is clearly halfway cock-addled even from just a half-load of cum in her pussy, so you have to help her keep herself steady as you walk out. Since there's no point in trying to give her any more instructions as long as she's got that blissed-out grin on her face and that vacant look in her eyes you just point her towards the elevator. She giggles as she leaves. You sit down and try very hard not to cry as you take your boots off, leaving them on your desk along with the rest of your office clothes. You look through your drawers to find a pair of old canvas sneakers you'd almost forgotten about, putting them on before taking a last look around the bare room that's been your work station for the past three years. You pick up your device and walk naked to the elevator.

Chapter 1 - A husband visits Charlize Theron with his wife

This is a sample playthrough of my game Celebrity Arcade, recently reworked and about to be released in a first version through my Patreon. Note that this has been lightly edited to remove some game mechanical prompts. TransDim has established their most recent entertainment complex right here on Earth - your Earth, that is; one of a near-infinite number of parallel worlds with bigger or smaller differences. Their marketing material may be bright and glitzy, but everyone knows what their real trade is: Sex. Specifically, sex with alternate-dimensional versions of popular celebrities and fictional characters. These assets, as TransDim calls them, are here for various reasons. Some are in it for the thrill, some for the money, and some are just bored and want something new and different. Many of them hail from worlds where sex just isn't as surrouned by issues as it is on your Earth. The complex itself has multiple sections themed according to the universe or collection of universes they draw their assets from. The biggest section is for "real" celebrities, alternate versions of actual people hailing from worlds that closely parallel your own, but there are multiple wings dedicated to various fictional - in your world - universes as well. Each asset is held in one of TransDim's patented Asset Availability Stands, a machine consisting mainly of a number of restraints to keep the asset immobile, all controlled by a simple touch screen. The AAS also neutralizes any superhuman abilities the asset may possess, so as to remove any risk to the user. To make their stay as pleasant as possible, and to facilitate repeated use, the AAS will also keep the asset in a state of more or less artificial arousal. Depending on their personality and intensity of usage, some assets come to enjoy their situation before their contract ends and they are sent back to their homeworld. Such assets are sometimes in higher demand than more recent arrivals, but many customers prefer the ones who have not yet fully adapted to their place. While all of them are here voluntarily and are free to leave at any moment, for reasons of security and convenience even fully compliant assets are always kept restrained, though they are given slightly greater freedom of movement. Most of them are also kept gagged most of the time, though that is primarily to keep the visitors from trying to engage the assets in conversation as that tends to hold up the line. You've bought a one-day pass to the TransDim Entertainment Complex. After parking your car in the underground parking facility your now in the elevator up to the main floor, your heart beating faster at the thought of what you're going to experience. Like most of the visitors riding the elevator up are male like you, but there's a couple of women in here with you as well. You and your wife seem to be the only couple, and you squeeze her hand and get an eager smile in return. There's a palpable sense of anticipation in the air. The ride is smooth and soon the doors open and you enter the main reception area. The main reception area has a pair of green glass doors marked Enhancement Center and an elevator up to the main SlideWalk transportation system that allows for easy movement between the various zones of the Entertainment Complex. It also has a broad set of stairs leading down to the Welcome Area. In the Welcome Area you are surrounded by the sight of the most beautiful, famous, and celebrated (or in some cases notorious) women of your time restrained and used over and over and over again - penetrated, groped, covered with cum. The air is filled with moans, muffled cries of protest, and the wet sounds of fucking, as well as the heavy scent of sex. Like every other asset, Charlize is held securely in place by her Asset Access Stand, and like all the others she is naked. Her slim body is stretched out before your eyes, her legs spread to put her sex on display and her arms pulled back behind her back to make her beautiful breasts stick out. Her lips are painted a bright red and her blonde hair is pulled back from her face. Her pussy has a trimmed patch of hair on the mound, her legs spread by the stand's restraints. Seeing the famous actress like this and knowing she's here for you to use in any way you like puts a big smile on your face. The AAS holding Charlize has fewer restraints than others, indicating that she's better adjusted than most. When she sees that your interest is in more than a casual look she spreads her legs even more and lifts her hips up, offering her sex to you, her face holding an anxious expression, her mouth held open by a ring gag. Either she has fully taken to her new role as a fucktoy for anyone who will have her or this is who she always was and coming here has just allowed her to express that freely. Your wife squeezes your hand and licks her lips. "She needs it bad, baby." You flash her a grin, pulling her closer to Charlize. "Is that right, Charlize? Do you need to be fucked real bad?" Charlize nods, an eager look on her face as she tries to smile around her gag. [Have your wife ride her face.] "Go on and enjoy your ride, honey." You give your wife a smile as you order the AAS to remove Charlize's gag and watch her move up to straddle Charlize's face, burying her hands in her hair. Charlize starts to enthusiastically lick her pussy, lapping and sucking her clit, and burying her tongue inside her. "Oh baby! She's good at this." You sit down beside your wife, stroking her hair and back as she rides Charlize's mouth, grinding her hips against Charlize's face as the actress eats her pussy. "I can tell, honey. I guess she gets a lot of practice." Your wife answers with a breathless "uh-huh", gasping as Charlize's skilled tongue brings her closer and closer to orgasm. "Do you want to cum on her face, honey? Do you want to cum from Charlize Theron licking your pussy?" "Y-yes! Can I? Can I cum on Charlize Theron's face?" [Let her cum.] "Cum, honey. Cum for me." You wrap your arms around your wife, holding her as she cums hard from Charlize Theron's enthusiastic pussy-licking. She shivers as Charlize sucks her clit and flicks it with her tongue, grinding her hips against the actress's face. "Oh god! Oh god, I'm cumming again! Oh yes, baby! I'm cumming again!" Charlize keeps using her mouth as best she can to give your wife pleasure as she cums again, quivering in your arms, her juices flowing freely. When she begins to come down you kiss her neck and whisper in her ear. "That was Charlize Theron that just made you cum that hard, honey. Just think about that." Your wife shivers in your arms as your words trigger a small aftershock in her. "And you could come back here anytime you like and do the same thing all over again. Your wife gasps, her fingers lightly brushing her clit. "Oh god, baby. Yes. Yes, that makes it so much better." You reach in behind you to give Charlize's clit a few slow rubs with your fingers, making her moan against your wife's pussy. [Fuck Charlize.] Charlize's pussy is warm and wet against your fingers, the machine and her own libido keeping her ready for anyone who wants her. Your cock is throbbing and longing to release its load, so you waste no time positioning yourself between Charlize's long widely spread legs. Pushing inside her is amazing, her beautiful body stretched out below you.  Your wife sits off to the side and watches, her face flushed with the excitment of seeing you fuck the famous actress. "Keep going, baby. Make her cum. Make her cum on your cock." As you begin to thrust Charlize closes her eyes, a rapturous expression on her face, her slim body meeting your deep, hard thrusts as best it can against the metal bonds. After only a minute or two she gives up a series of cries, whimpering as her body convulses in an intense orgasm, her pussy squeezing your cock hard, the sudden stimulation pushing you over the edge. [Cum inside her.] You feel your orgasm approach as you thrust your cock deep inside Charlize Theron's tight, wet pussy again and again. She cries out in pleasure when you cum inside her, filling her with spurt after spurt of your hot sperm, grunting as you grab her hips to get as deep as you can, the sensation sending her into another intense orgasm, her face glowing with an expression of pure ecstasy. Your wife watches you fuck Charlize, her hand busy with her pussy, and when she sees you cum inside Charlize she cums too, gasping as her rubs her clit, her hips thrusting against her hand. When your climax subsides you continue for a few slow thrusts, finally pulling out to wipe your cock on Charlize's mound, smearing your mixed juices in her pubic hair. "Great show, Charlize. Filling your pussy with cum was just what I needed." She smiles gratefully as you give her ass a squeeze. [Return to the Welcome Area.]

Chapter 3 - Lin, Lucy, and Carrie

(Note that while this preview version presents Lin and Lucy as twins, in the game all incest content is turned off by default, in this case making them stepsisters instead.) You've just arrived home from school when you hear giggles from your sister Lucy's bedroom. Once up the stairs you drop your backpack and turn left towards Lucy's room instead of right towards your own. When you open the door to find Lucy on her bed making out with her cute friend Carrie. Lucy looks a lot like you - not surprising, considering you're sisters. She's got a similarly toned body and the same unruly blonde hair, but her breasts are a little smaller and her butt is more bubbly, just like her personality. Carrie is her opposite in everything but build, with curly black hair, dusky skin, and deep dark eyes. Right now Carrie's on top of your sister as they kiss, her legs spread enough that you can just see her pussy. You watch them while you unzip your skirt and let it fall around your feet, then unbutton your blouse and shrug it off and remove your shoes. They're too busy with each other to notice you until you climb up onto the bed with them. "Hi girls. Mind if I join in?" They both turn to you in surprise, then break out in giggles. "Hi sis! I didn't hear you come in!" Lucy gives you a quick kiss, then lies back down on the bed. "Hi Lin." Carrie kisses you as well, lingering to look into your eyes. You stroke her cheek with your fingers. "Do you mind if I use Lucy's mouth for a bit?" "Be my guest. I was about to move on down anyway." Carrie gives you an impish smile and a quick kiss before rising to her knees to give Lucy room to shift her position. Lucy gives you a bright smile as she raises herself on one elbow to grasp your shaft with her other hand, licking around the head before taking it in between her lips. As your twin starts to suck your cock, Carrie slithers down between her legs, spreading them with her hands. Lucy gazes into your eyes when Carrie starts to lick her pussy, letting you see her arousal. Lucy alternates between sucking your cock and stroking it with a light hand as Carrie licks her, sometimes looking up at you and sometimes meeting her friend's gaze up from between her legs. You reach down to play with your sister's breasts, her nipples stiff and sensitive to your gentle touch. Lucy's moans sends vibrations around your cock, making you gasp. Carrie's mouth soon makes it difficult for Lucy to suck you properly, and you shift back to let her lie down and focus on her own pleasure. You hold onto Lucy's hand while you stroke yourself and watch Carrie go down on her. Lucy spreads her legs wide and Carrie eagerly licks, sucks, and laps at your sister's wet pussy. Lucy closes her eyes and leans back, still clasping your hand tightly. When Carrie begins to finger her she moans deeply, and when she starts sucking on her clit while fucking her with two fingers she's soon gasping and whimpering. Then Carrie pushes her over the edge and your sister cries out in ecstasy, her grip pulsing in time with the waves of pleasure washing over her. You stroke yourself faster, the sight of your sister cumming moving you closer to your own climax. You lie back and close your eyes, listening to your sister's cries of ecstasy as she grips your hand hard. Then you feel the familiar sensation of your insides tightening, a tight knot of fire exploding inside you as your hips start to buck against your stroking hand, your cock twitching in your hand as you start to cum. You cry out together with Lucy as you cum, the sensation of your own hot cum spattering over your naked skin increasing your pleasure, even the smell pushing your pleasure higher. Your hand grows slick with your own sperm as you raise your hips, your back arching with the intensity of your orgasm. Lucy's grip on your hand loosens as she collapses back on the bed, spent and panting for breath. Your own orgasm also starts to subside, your hand moving in short bursts to heighten the last few waves, when you suddenly feel someone else's fingers closing around your shaft. Through half-open eyes you see Carrie's face as she pulls your hand away to grasp your cock, stroking you gently as your pleasure slowly fades. Then she opens her mouth and takes you inside, sucking you hard while she squeezes and strokes your cock with both hands, making you cum a second time in a small, soft orgasm, her eyes flying open in surprise when you fill her mouth with another load of cum. She swallows the first two spurts, then pulls back giggling to watch the rest shoot up in the air to spatter down on your stomach while she strokes you. She moves down to suck and lick your balls and the base of your shaft, slowly working her way up towards your tip. She laps up the cum smeared over your shaft along with the slow dribbles issuing from your tip, milking you with her hands. "Wow." You gasp for air, unable to express yourself more verbosely, the intensity of your double climax having left you breathless and exhausted. Carrie continues to suckle on your cock until it softens, then crawls up to lie on Lucy's other side, both of you moving in close to cuddle her. "Yeah." Lucy kisses you softly, then gives Carrie a longer, more lingering kiss, the two girls gazing into each other's eyes. You make a move to rise to leave them alone, but Lucy grabs your hand. "Stay. I want you both here." You give her a tender smile and settle in beside your sweet, loving twin, cuddling with her and her lover until you all drift off to sleep. (This preview hits four of the ten paragraphs in this scene, including one of the four endings. This scene is not included in the free sample, but is available to all my patrons at the $2 level or higher.)

Chapter 1 - Amanda's Mother

"Mo-o-o-m? What are you doing!?" "Isn't that obvious? I'm fucking your little friend... Sorry, I don't think I caught your name." "A-A-Ashley, ma'am." "Thank you Ashley. I'm fucking your little friend... uhm, yeah, that's better... your little friend Ashley here." "But we have to go! We're going to be late to the airport!" "Nonsense, sweetie. I won't be more than another ten, fifteen minutes." Amanda makes an exasperated sound, trying to think of something to say but she draws a blank. For a moment she just stares at her mother, then realizes she's watching her mom fuck one of her classmates from behind against their car and spins around. She presses the heels of her hands against her eyes and tries to erase the image of her mother's hips slapping against Ashley's tight butt, both of them with their shorts around their feet, her mother's long, thick cock going all the way inside with each hard thrust, then realizes not seeing but still hearing is worse and turns back. But then her mother has turned Ashley around and is holding her up by her legs as she fucks her against the car, their lips mashed together in a wet, hungry kiss. "Oh, Mrs. Warner, that feels great!" "Please, call me Jane." Ashley actually giggles at that! Amanda can't believe her ears. She starts to stomp off but realizes she's still carrying her luggage so she has to go back and see how her mom pulls up Ashleys shirt and sucks one of her nipples into her mouth. "Oh my god! Mrs... I mean, Jane! I- I think- I'm gonna- I'm gonna..." "Not yet, Ashley. Don't cum yet." Jane has Ashley pinned against the side window, the whole car rocking with each hard thrust of her cock into the sophomore's pussy. There's a small group of people watching and whispering, and Amanda's face burns. How can her mother embarrass her like this!? She dumps the bags and turns when her mother's voice calls out. "Don't go anywhere, Mandy. We'll be going soon." She's a little winded, but otherwise you wouldn't believe she was balls-deep in a teen girl she was holding by her thighs as she fucked her against the side of a car. "Little Ashley here is about to cum, and I don't think she'll keep me waiting for long once she's done. Will you, Ashley?" "N-no, ma'am! I'll do- do whatever... you want... just - just let me-" Amanda can't believe this! Her mother is fucking one of her friends right when they were supposed to leave, and she's the one getting scolded!? Too exasperated to come up with a good comeback she just sits down on her duffel bag, wrapping her arms around her knees in an effort to shut out the sight and sounds of her mother's depraved behavior. Why does it always have to be like this? Why does she always have to fuck every single one of Amanda's friends? "Oh god! Oh god! I'm - I'm cumming! Mrs. Warner, I'm cumming!" A pat on her shoulder and someone clearing their throat makes Amanda look up. At first she thinks it's one of the professors who's there to admonish her for her mother's behavior, but then she recognizes one of the juniors from her building. "You're Amanda, right? Amanda Warner?" The girl looks strangely tense, even though she's smiling. "Yes? And you're... Lucy, right?" The girl relaxes a little and tosses her dark curls in a very endearing way. Amanda's heart sinks as she realizes what's going on. "Could you... could you give this to your mom?" Lucy thrusts a folded up note at Amanda who takes it before she has time to think. Behind her Ashley moans and cries out in an intense orgasm, on her back on the hood of the car now, continually begging Amanda's mother to fuck her harder, harder, harder! "I guess so but-" "Great! Thanks!" Lucy flashes a happy smile and then turns to run off before Amanda can protest, leaving her with the glossy note clutched in her numb fingers. She turns it over and sure enough, there's Lucy's phone number. Could this possibly get any worse? She sighes, resigned to being known as 'Jane's daughter' all through college, just as she was in high school. At best. That's at least preferable to 'that futa slut's bitchy daughter' as the cheerleaders used to call her before her mother fucked all of them too. At least she assumes that's what happened, because even though they kept looking down their noses at her at least they stopped with the name-calling, and one time Lizzy warned off some jock who was being a jerk to her, and it sure wasn't for anything Amanda herself had done. With dull eyes she watches her mother pull her massive cock out of Ashley's pussy, then start to jerk off over her. When she looks away she sees several more girls watching with flushed faces, at least one ripping out a page from her notebook and starting towards her, her eyes still fixed on Jane cradling her balls with one hand and stroking her cock with the other. "I'm going to cum on you now, Ashley. Are you ready?" "Yes! I'm ready, ma'am! Please cum on me!" Ashley is rubbing her newly fucked pussy, her legs spread wide as she leans back on the hood of the car, her head raised so she can watch with glassy eyes as Jane strokes her cock. Amanda tries to ignore the approaching girl by concentrating on the note Lucy gave her, and with a sinking heart she realizes it's not just a note. When she unfolds it she sees it's a printed out photo. Of Lucy. Topless. And she has just the kind of tits her mother likes, big and firm, with fat nipples and even goddamn nipple rings. "Uhm, sorry to bother you but -" Before the girl can say anything else Amanda puts her hand out and accepts the message. While her mother moans loudly as she shoots a big load of hot, sticky sperm over Ashleys slim body, another handful of girls come over with hastily scribbled notes bearing phone numbers, e-mail adresses, and a host of shameless suggestions. She collects them without a word. When Jane finally stops pumping cum over Ashley, Amanda gets up and drags her bags over to the trunk of the car with a deep sigh, and when she goes to pick up her backpack she's treated to the sight of her mother wiping the last dribbles of cum on Ashley's thigh before helping her down from the hood of the car. "Thank you Ashley. That was most invigorating." She brushes Ashley's hair back and kisses her, not caring she's smearing herself with the cum spattering Ashley's body from the tops of her thighs to her collarbones. "Yeah! That was great! I, uh, I hope you'll be back soon?" Ashley fucking blushes as she stands there, newly fucked, body covered in cum, then giggles again as Jane pats her fucking head. "When I come by to drop off Amanda after break." When Ashley's face falls, Jane picks up her handbag and scribbles something on the back of a business card. "But you can mail me here, and we can set something up. I assume you have a webcam on your computer? I'd love to see more of you." Jane manages to make that sound both motherly and lewd at the same time - the latter isn't that hard since she's still bare from the waist down, her cock glistening with Ashley's juices, but how she manages to pull off motherly with someone she just fucked is something Amanda can't fathom. "Sure! I'll, uh, send you something tonight!" Ashley's smile is fucking adorable. Amanda feels sick to her stomach imagining what she'll be sending her mother, and knowing she won't have to imagine much since Jane don't seem to understand that having sex over the computer is something you should do in your own bedroom, preferably behind a closed door. Not, say, in the living room when your daughter is watching a movie on the tv with her friends. While her mother wiggles back into her tight shorts, her cock clearly visible against her thigh and smears of cum on her top, then gets into the driver's seat while Amanda dumps her backpack in the back seat. "Time to go, honey!" Fuming over the fact that once more she's the one being scolded when it's her mother who's been behaving like an out-of-control fuck-slut, Amanda gets into the car beside her and silently thrusts the pile of come-on notes at her mother, the topless photo folded around the others. Her mother actually takes the time to look through them, making appreciative noises at the picture before putting the pile in her handbag. Amanda sighs with exasperation. "Can we go now?! Please?!" Her mother leans over to kiss her forehead, Amanda cringing to avoid getting cum on her, then starts the car. "Don't worry, sweetie, we have plenty of time." "I just want to go home. Please." "Okay, sweetie." As they pull out of the parking lot and Amanda finally begins to feel the embarrassment wash away, her mother speaks again. "Oh, by the way, did I mention that, what's her name, that cheerleader girl? The blonde one? Rhonda, that's right, Rhonda. She called me the other day and asked if she could come over tonight and of course I said yes, so she'll be having dinner with us. I think her parents are out of town so maybe we should have her stay over? I know you'll be seeing your other friends most of the time, but she and I get along very well so you don't need to worry about entertaining her." Amanda buries her face in her hands. Will this humiliation never end?

Chapter 2 - Two futa sisters visit Emma Watson

Please note that as usual, this has been lightly edited to remove some of the game elements that don't work very well in this format. If you want to play the game, support me on Patreon. TransDim has established their most recent entertainment complex right here on Earth - your Earth, that is; one of a near-infinite number of parallel worlds with bigger or smaller differences. Their marketing material may be bright and glitzy, but everyone knows what their real trade is: Sex. Specifically, sex with alternate-dimensional versions of popular celebrities and fictional characters. These assets, as TransDim calls them, are here for various reasons. Some are in it for the thrill, some for the money, and some are just bored and want something new and different. Many of them hail from worlds where sex just isn't as surrouned by issues as it is on your Earth. The complex itself has multiple sections themed according to the universe or collection of universes they draw their assets from. The biggest section is for "real" celebrities, alternate versions of actual people hailing from worlds that closely parallel your own, but there are multiple wings dedicated to various fictional - in your world - universes as well. Each asset is held in one of TransDim's patented Asset Availability Stands, a machine consisting mainly of a number of restraints to keep the asset immobile, all controlled by a simple touch screen. The AAS also neutralizes any superhuman abilities the asset may possess, so as to remove any risk to the user. To make their stay as pleasant as possible, and to facilitate repeated use, the AAS will also keep the asset in a state of more or less artificial arousal. Depending on their personality and intensity of usage, some assets come to enjoy their situation before their contract ends and they are sent back to their homeworld. Such assets are sometimes in higher demand than more recent arrivals, but many customers prefer the ones who have not yet fully adapted to their place. While all of them are here voluntarily and are free to leave at any moment, for reasons of security and convenience even fully compliant assets are always kept restrained, though they are given slightly greater freedom of movement. Most of them are also kept gagged most of the time, though that is primarily to keep the visitors from trying to engage the assets in conversation as that tends to hold up the line. You've bought a one-day pass to the TransDim Entertainment Complex. After parking your car in the underground parking facility your now in the elevator up to the main floor, your heart beating faster at the thought of what you're going to experience. Most of the visitors riding the elevator up are male, but there's a couple of women in here with you as well. You and your sister seem to be the only ones here together. You squeeze her hand and get an eager smile in return. There's a palpable sense of anticipation in the air. The ride is smooth and soon the doors open and you enter the main reception area. The main reception area has a pair of green glass doors marked Enhancement Center and an elevator up to the main SlideWalk transportation system that allows for easy movement between the various zones of the Entertainment Complex. It also has a broad set of stairs leading down to the Welcome Area. You pass through the green glass doors and enter the cool, sterile confines of the Enhancement Center. Here TransDim offers a number of enhancement services, including providing artificial yet life-like appendages. You enter a booth where an artifical voice instructs you to remove your clothes and place the provided suction cup-like device over your crotch, then enter your desired member size on a touch screen on the wall. You are also informed that the enhancement will last for your full stay at the Complex or until you return here to replace it. You pick the size category extra large, and you feel your cock tingle as the machine does its thing. When the voice announces that the procedure is finished you remove the suction cup to find your cock is now huge, and return to the main reception area. When your sister sees your new, massive cock she gasps and immediately grabs it. "Wow, sis! This is amazing!" She gives you a grin while she strokes your new cock. "I can't wait to see you stick it into someone." In the Welcome Area you are surrounded by the sight of the most beautiful, famous, and celebrated (or in some cases notorious) women of your time restrained and used over and over and over again - penetrated, groped, covered with cum. The air is filled with moans, muffled cries of protest, and the wet sounds of fucking, as well as the heavy scent of sex. Like every other asset, Emma Watson is held securely in place by her Asset Access Stand, and like all the others she is naked. Her petite body is stretched out before your eyes, her legs spread to put her sex on display, a neatly trimmed patch of hair on her mound. Her arms pulled back behind her back to make her perky breasts stick out, and her face is framed by her brown hair. Seeing the famous actress like this and knowing she's here for you to use in any way you like puts a big smile on your face. The AAS holding Emma has fewer restraints than others, indicating that she's better adjusted than most. When she sees that your interest is in more than a casual look she spreads her legs even more and lifts her hips up, offering her sex to you, her face holding an anxious expression, her mouth held open by a ring gag. Either she has fully taken to her new role as a fucktoy for anyone who will have her or this is who she always was and coming here has just allowed her to express that freely. Your sister squeezes your hand and licks her lips. "She needs it bad, sis." You flash her a grin, pulling her closer to Emma. "Is that right, Emma? Do you need to be fucked real bad?" Emma nods, an eager look on her face as she tries to smile around her gag. [Take your time with her.] You've always lusted after Emma, and now you have your chance to live out your fantasies. You won't let that go to waste. She looks up at you with pleading eyes as you slowly caress her petite, naked body, feeling the warmth of her skin against your hands. When you come close to her breasts and sex she shifts to give you better access, moaning in frustration when your hands slide away, and when you finally give her what she wants her nipples are stiff atop her soft, beautiful breasts and her pussy is warm and welcoming for your fingers. When you finger her she moans, eagerly meeting your hand with her hips. While you caress Emma's naked body, your sister focuses on her face - kissing her cheeks and neck, stroking her hair, pushing her fingers through the gag for her to suck - all the while shooting you looks that let you know how much she's loving this. Using the control panel you command the AAS to put the beautiful actress in a series of lewd poses: on all fours, her ass sticking out as she turns her head to send you a pleading gaze to fuck her; on her knees where you can push her face into your crotch, her tongue eagerly caressing you; on her back with her knees pulled up, her pussy and ass offered up to you. Through it all you and your sister keep touching her, caressing and kissing her skin, fingering her pussy, sliding your hands over her whole body. Emma's moans grow more insistant, her body quivering with need and frustration that you're not letting her cum. There is no doubt that her arousal is real, something you confirm by checking the minimal settings on the machine. She truly is a living sex toy, eager for any touch on her most intimate parts. [Fuck her.] Emma's pussy is warm and wet against your fingers, the machine and her own libido keeping her ready for anyone who wants her. Your cock is throbbing and longing to release its load, so you waste no time positioning yourself between Emma's widely spread legs. Pushing inside her is amazing, her beautiful body stretched out below you. The size of your cock makes her bulge, but if this causes her any discomfort she doesn't show it. Your sister sits off to the side and watches, her face flushed with the excitment of seeing you fuck the famous actress. "Keep going, sis. Make her cum. Make her cum on your cock." As you begin to thrust Emma closes her eyes, a rapturous expression on her face, her petite body meeting your deep, hard thrusts as best it can against the metal bonds. After only a minute or two she gives up a series of cries through her gag, whimpering as her body convulses in an intense orgasm, her pussy squeezing your huge cock hard, the sudden stimulation threatening to push you over the edge. [Fuck her ass.] You order the machine holding Emma Watson's naked body on display for you to prepare her for anal penetration. Automated implements lubricate her and as the process proceeds a struggle between humiliation and anticipation plays out on her features. You lick your lips and shoot your sister a look of anticipation as you wait. When the AAS signals that she is ready you position yourself between Emma's slim legs, watching her face carefully as you slowly push your huge cock into her ass, forcing cum from her pussy. Her expression shifts between shame and lust, showing clearly that having her ass fucked arouses her and makes her ashamed of her own lustful feelings. When you begin to push in and out lust takes over almost completely, her face a mask of rapture as you claim her ass. It's only when you pause that she regains some control, her brow knitting and a blush creeping up her cheeks. As soon as you begin moving again her face reflects only pleasure. "Oh god, sis, this is amazing. Just look at her face. She's loving this." "She sure is. You fuck her ass good, sis." Your sister plays with her pussy while she watches you fuck Emma's ass, leaning back and enjoying the show. It doesn't take long before Emma cums for the first time, purely from your cock in her ass, her body struggling with the unyielding restraints, animal cries of pleasure issuing from her mouth, and then she relaxes, her beautiful breasts shifting as she draws deep, gasping breaths. The process repeats as you continue to fuck her, orgasm after orgasm wracking her petite body, and soon you approach your own climax. [Cum in her ass.] On the verge of orgasm you slowly push all the way inside Emma's tight ass, leaning over her to watch her face closely. Her features struggle to form a coherent expression, shifting between intense pleasure, anger, and abject humiliation. It only takes a few thrusts before you cum, and when you fill her ass with your sperm she gasps beneath you as an intense orgasm wracks her body. She strains hard against her bonds, her back arching and her hips pushing against yours. The intensity of her reaction keeps you excited, and you continue to fuck her ass for a few minutes more before finally pulling out and making room for the next person to enjoy her.

Chapter 4 - Lin, Marla, and Joanne

(Note that while the game allows for incest content, it is turned off by default as in this scene with Marla and her (step-)mother.) You've been at the park with your friends Mil and Ceylona, just hanging out in the sun, eating ice cream, watching people, and okay, making out a little too. Then Ceylona's mom called her home for dinner and she was Mil's ride so suddenly you're there all by yourself, and that bit of making out has left you in need of some relief. You look around to see who could help you out when you get tapped on the shoulder by a neighbour. Someone taps you on the shoulder and you turn around to find your neighbour Mrs. Nielsen standing there with her stepdaughter Marla. "Hello Lin. Are you busy?" Mrs. Nielsen - Joanne, you recall, after racking your brain for a moment - and Marla live a few houses down the street from you. You remember playing with Marla a few times when you were both six or seven, but you never became close friends. She's always been... not shy, perhaps, but withdrawn, hiding behind her dark bangs and not drawing attention to herself. Joanne is the exact opposite, always nice and friendly and willing to chat about this and that. She's also quite the looker, with a curvy, generous body, an easy smile, and brown hair that has yet to be broken up by more than a handfull of grey hairs. "Oh, hi Mrs. Nielsen! Hi Marla." Marla waves in response, then looks down. "Well, uhm, I was kinda hoping I could find someone to, uh, help me out a little..." You trail off, suddenly inexplicably embarrassed talking about your need for relief. Usually this doesn't bother you, but Mrs. Nielsen has known you since you were little - she even used to watch you from time to time, you vaguely remember. "You need someone to help you cum, right?" Her no-nonsense forthrightness makes you relax. "Yeah, I do. I was here with my friends but they had to go and-" She stops you. "You don't need to explain. Really, I was kinda hoping that was the case - not that I want you to be in discomfort, but, well, Marla here needs some more experience with giving relief and I thought it would be good for her to practice with someone her own age." Marla blushes beet red at this, staring intently at her shoes. "Would that be okay? If you're in a hurry I could help you and she could just watch." "I'd be happy to help you out." "Good. Let's find a place where we can be more comfortable." Joanne leads you and Marla off the gravel path to a bench on the grass in the shade under a tree. "There. Sit down - yes, take off your skirt first. Marla, sit here beside me." Joanne and her stepdaughter kneel before you on the grass, Joanne taking a firm but gentle grip on your hard cock, making sure Marla has a good view. "Just watch me." She begins to stroke you with soft, slow motions, the sensation at once relieving and frustrating. "See how I'm going slow? If you want to go faster it's best to have some lubricant. You can use artificial or" - she gathers some spit in her hand - "natural." She increases her pace, rotating her grip slightly to increase the stimulation. "Now you try it." Marla gingerly touches your cock, wrapping her slim fingers around it. "I-is that okay?" She looks up at you nervously while her mother coaches her. "You can grip it harder than that. The tip is sensitive, but you don't need to be quite so gentle with the shaft." Joanne puts her hand over Marla's, directing her, guiding her through a few strokes. You do your best to suppress your need to cum so Marla can practice stroking you. Just as it's part of the civic duty for women to give futas relief when they need it, it's part of the civic duty for futas to help women how to do it. Besides, they live on your street and neighbours have to stick together, right? Marla clearly hasn't done this much before, but she learns quickly and she takes instruction well. Joanne gives her pointers and demonstrates different techniques - she's very good with her hands, and the pleasure you get from her demonstrations makes Marla's somewhat amateurish efforts much more bearable. Marla gives you a shy look from time to time, but it seems the encouragement she gets from you and her stepmother is making her relax a little. "Very good, you're really improving!" It's true. Marla is learning fast, and though she's still nervous she's good at reading your signals for when to slow down and speed up. "I... I really need to cum. Could you help me, Mrs. Nielsen?" "Sure thing, honey." Marla shifts to sit right by her stepmother's side as Joanne strokes your cock with quick, skilled hands, periodically adding more spit to keep them sliding over your hard shaft. Marla looks on with a focused look, her attentive gaze shifting between your face and her mother's stroking hands.  "See how her face is getting flushed and how she's breathing irregularly?" Joanne's words make you realize you're panting for breath between moans, not something that usually happens from someone just using their hands on you unless they know exactly what you like, but Marla's mom is very skilled. "She's going to cum soon. Isn't that right, sweetie?" You quickly nod, leaning back on the bench with your eyes closed, Joanne's hands bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. "Where do you want to put your load?" You have to focus to force the words out, Joanne's practiced strokes stealing all of your attention. "O-on your f-face." "Of course." Joanne shifts in between your legs, stroking your cock quickly with both hands, sucking the tip of your cock in between her lips. She slides you against the flat of her tongue, then suddenly takes you down her throat, pressing her lips around the root of your shaft while she grabs your ass with her hands to push you deeper. When she pulls back a string of thick saliva connects her lower lip to your cock. "You're making me hot, Lin. I want you to cum all over my face. Give me your big load." She strokes you quickly with one hand, squeezing her breasts through her clothes with the other. Marla sits to the side, watching her stepmother stroke and suck your cock, listening to her words. You notice she has one hand under her skirt, furtively rubbing her pussy while she watches. Suddenly you feel your climax approach. You throw your head back and gasp as you cum, shooting spurt after spurt of your hot, sticky sperm over Joanne's face while she coos and urges you on, her hand pumping your shaft. "Oh yes, that feels so good! I love getting your hot cum on my face, Lin! Mmm, keep going!" You gasp and moan while she milks your load onto her features, then sucks the tip of your cock, swallowing the slow trickle of sperm. She opens her mouth, still stroking you with one hand while she gathers up a generous amount of your cum from her face with the other. She gives you a wide smile while she licks her fingers clean, then glances at Marla. "I think I'll have to pay some attention to my own girl now. Will you be okay, Lin?" You give her a nod and a brief smile, not trusting your voice to speak. "Good. I'll talk to your mother about giving Marla a few more lessons, if that's okay? Good. See you later, Lin!" You collect yourself and leave Joanne to give her stepdaughter some relief. (This scene, including a continuation where Marla receives further instruction, is available in the full version of Chance Encounters sent out to my supporters on Patreon every month. This playthrough samples five of the 13 paragraphs and one of the four endings, presenting one of the over 15 different paths through the scene.)

Chapter 2 - At the Gym

I had decided to check out the gym near our house so I declined Lily's offer to use their shower. I kissed them both goodbye and promised to come by soon again. Jenni told me again that they would be available to me whenever I wanted, day or night, and her mother nodded agreement. "You're always welcome here, Sue." She gave my cock a squeeze through my sweatpants and winked as she hugged me a final time. I activated the indosurfaces on my skates and phone and rolled down from their house into the street. There were many more people out and about now than when I had passed this way earlier in the morning - sunbathing, swimming, jogging, fucking in their gardens or on their sundecks, playing, or just hanging out. There was music coming from several open windows, and the atmosphere was generally very friendly. Nearly everyone I passed said hello or waved to me. It only took me a couple of minutes to get down to the gym. I had had a quick look the day we moved in, but only from the outside. It was a fairly big building altogether, but it was only two stories when many of the houses were three, and it sprawled a bit with some trees and other vegetation around it so it didn't look quite as big as it was. For a gym in a neighborhood with maybe a hundred people or so it was way too big. The air inside was cool and dry. The girl behind the counter was flipping through what seemed like a sex toy catalogue with a bored look on her face, but when I rolled up to her she dropped the magazine and smiled. "Hi, and welcome! I don't think I've seen you here before. Is this your first visit?" I told her that it was, and we chatted for a bit about what kind of machines they had and what services they offered. There was a pool and sauna in the basement, and they offered various types of group exercise along with personal trainers, and different types of massage. The girl - Kara, according to her name tag - explained that they served several of the neighborhoods in the community which was why they were so large. Like with most services it was free to access, but those who lived nearby were expected to pitch in and help out in what ways they could, pretty much the same system we'd had back home. "I can get someone to give you a more detailed tour or you can just look around on your own if you prefer. Sunday afternoons are pretty busy so I'm afraid I can't go with you and leave the counter unattented." I thanked her but declined the offer of a guide. If they were busy I didn't want to burden them any further, and one gym isn't much different from another anyway. I thought I'd take a swim later so I decided to start at the top and work my way down to the pool. The locker room opened into the reception area and I'd glanced in that direction a few times while I talked to Kara to see what kind of people were here. Most were around my age or older, up to that undefined forty-plus that most older women looked like on RejAll. Some were pretty buff, but I didn't see any other futa. I picked a small locker and put my skates and phone in there, keeping my clothes on for now. They would be fine to work out in if I wanted to, and Kara had told me there were showers on all floors so I didn't need to remove them until I was down by the pool. I was also hoping to pass for a girl for a bit since futas tend to draw a bit more attention than I'm always comfortable with, and with what Jenni had told me about how there were only a couple more in the whole neighborhood I preferred to stay a little more anonymous for now. If anyone really looked they'd most likely notice my semi-hard cock even through my sweatpants, but if I walked around naked everyone would see it. The top floor was mostly massage rooms and a couple of group workout rooms for aerobics classes, yoga, and the like. Most of them were taken, and some of the massages had progressed beyond just simple rub-downs. It seemed the massages offered were full-service, and the women and girls giving them were willing to put in some extra effort. The ground floor was mainly machines, including two sets of bikes and a massive bank of treadmills. There were a lot of people here, well over a hundred if I counted the ones from the top floor, so it was obvious the gym pulled in people from some way around. When I'd skated around the neighborhood earlier I had noted that it was close to one of the community roads and through the windows here I could see there was a quite busy monocab stop outside. Unlike upstairs where they had gone for a soft and relaxing mood, here the music was loud and the lights bright, and most people were focused on doing their own thing. Finally I went down into the basement, and it was like entering a different world. The doors at the bottom of the stairs were heavily soundproofed, hidden speakers playing watery sounds, and the lighting was blue-green and shimmering. It was almost like being under water, sort of dreamlike. I found the showers, which were more brightly lit, and dropped my clothes on a bench before scrubbing myself off. There were fewer people here than upstairs, and while I got a few looks and cheery greetings nobody pushed it when I just said hello and then turned back to cleaning myself off. Truth be told, Jenni had kind of talked me out for a while and I was mostly looking to relax. Once I had washed off I went out to the pool. There were a few others swimming but I got a lane to myself and spent the next forty-five minutes or so just stretching my muscles and giving them a decent workout. When I felt good and tired I got out of the water and laid down on one of the lounge chairs to relax. The atmosphere was so relaxing and it felt great to just listen to the sounds of the other swimmers. I think I must have dozed off for a little while, because when I woke up there was a woman on the chair next to me that I didn't remember from when I sat down, and considering how striking she was I don't think I could have missed her! She had almost sharp features, with a marked chin, a long straight nose, and big intense eyes. Her blonde hair was a wet from the water, but unlike most others in or near the pool she wasn't naked but had on a white bathrobe. When I looked over at her it was obvious she'd been watching me. "I hope you don't mind", she smiled. "I was just admiring that nice cock of yours." I blushed a little, realizing that while I was sleeping I had become quite hard. My cock isn't all that big, really, only a little over a foot long when erect, even if it's about as thick as the average. Most futas have bigger ones, but then I'm kinda small for a futa in all ways. Nearly all are taller than the average girl by a few inches, and I'm just 5'6". I don't mind, though. Not all girls like big cocks, and being a little smaller makes casual encounters a lot easier since I don't have to be as careful. I can fuck most girls even when they're sleeping while futas with really big cocks have to spend a lot of time getting their partners ready. And being shorter makes it a lot easier to pass for a girl when I don't want a lot of attention. That's hard to do when you're seven feet tall and have a cock that hangs to your knees. (Okay, so that's a bit exaggerated, but you know what I mean.) Anyway, I always blush when I get compliments about my looks. It's not that I don't like it, but it makes me a bit self-conscious. "Thanks." Suddenly I couldn't find a comfortable position on the chair anymore and when I glanced back at the woman she was still watching me. She wasn't making any move to come over to me and she seemed happy where she was so I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself. I was getting quite horny though, so almost without thinking about it I started stroking myself. I could have gone off to the showers or upstairs to try to find some willing girl to fuck, but then I'd have to get up and I was still tired after my swim. Besides, it seemed a bit rude. Even though she hadn't introduced herself we were still talking, kind of. "I love watching that." Her voice was a soft alto and when I blushed again I could hear the smile in her voice. "That blush is cute too." The fact that she enjoyed watching me was turning me on, so I kept sliding my hand up and down my shaft. Usually I find masturbation rather unsatisfying, but this was kinda nice. I felt relaxed, lazy, just horny enough to want to cum eventually, but in no hurry to get there. I angled my body a little more towards her to give her a better view, then closed my eyes and just concentrated on doing what felt good. "I would love to watch you fucking my daughter." I could hear her smiling again. "She gets so excited when she gets to fuck a real cock instead of a toy. When my sister comes to visit - she's a futa too - Jane will be all over her from the moment she steps in the door. It's a good thing Nina is so patient or she'd stop visiting at all." Her voice was a bit dreamy and it was almost like I was asleep. I was picturing the things she described with one hand stroking my cock and the other sliding up and down my body. I sucked my finger, then rubbed the wet fingertip on my stiffening nipple. "The only chance I have to fuck Nina myself is when Jane is sleeping. Nina and I always slept in the same bed when we were growing up, and once we were old enough we would fuck every night. I think our mother felt it was important that we bonded, and it worked. We're very close, always have been." I felt my breathing growing more uneven, beads of sweat breaking out on my forehead as my hand kept sliding up and down my shaft almost on its own. It was partly because of the hot, humid air around the pool, but mostly because she was turning me on so much. "I want Jane and her to be close too. Nina loves Jane like she was her own daughter so when they fuck I don't get jealous. I just love watching them. Nina is always so gentle with her, even when Jane gets impatient and wants that big cock insider her right away." She spoke the last few words in a slightly different voice, hinting at what her daughter sounded like. I could also hear that she was getting more aroused herself, whether from the things she was describing or watching me I couldn't tell, but either way her excitment was feeding mine. "Nina fucks me three or four times every night when she visits. We'll sleep together all three of us, but Jane knows the nights are for me and my sister. Sometimes she'll wake up and join in, caressing me while Nina fucks me, sucking my nipples, or just being close. Sometimes she just watches." She sighed softly, and when I half-opened my eyes to glance over at her she had opened her robe and had one hand between her legs. She looked at me with dreamy eyes. "Jane loves to clean me up when Nina has cum. Inside me, on my face, on my back, on my breasts... She'll lick up every drop." I was close to cumming myself now, both hands working my shaft as my hips thrusted against them. "She only does that with some futas. With most she doesn't like their taste as much. I wonder if she'd like yours? If you fucked her and then shot your load on my chest, would she want to lick it up? Or would she just want to watch while you did it yourself? Or would she gather it up with her hands and feed it to me?" Those images sent me over the edge and I had to bite down hard to keep from yelling as I came. I breathed hard through my nose, moaning through clenched teeth as my balls contracted and I shot my sperm all over myself, the first spurt going far up enough to almost hit me in the eye, the rest spattering over my chest and stomach in hot, sticky drops. "Yes, just like that... that's how I want you to cum on me. Cover me with your sperm." Her voice was raspy now, broken up by irregular breaths. As I slowed down, milking the last, sluggish drops from my cock onto myself she gave up a soft, extended moan. I didn't need to look to know that she was cumming too now, and knowing it was just from watching me jerk off gave me a warm glow inside. As my breathing slowed I brought one of my sticky fingers to my lips and licked it off, which earned me another little moan from her. Then we didn't say anything at all for a while, just listened to each other's breathing. When she got up to leave she bent down to kiss me. "I'm Trish Painter, by the way. We live over on Crafters. Come visit sometime." She kissed me again, then tied up her robe and left. I looked after her, but then I must have drifted off again. When I came to there were many more people in the pool, including some rather noisy teens who were splashing around playing some kind of tag. Since I had cum all over me I went to the showers and cleaned myself off, getting a few curious looks. I accepted an offer from a girl around my age to scrub each others' backs and we made out a little. She may have told me her name but by then I was so tired I could barely remember where I had put my things. I didn't bother getting dressed since the gym was so close to home but just put on my skates and rolled home with everything rolled up under my arm. It seemed weird that I would be so exhausted when I hadn't been that physically active, but I guess skating around the neighborhood and swimming in combination with some fucking and a lot of new impressions had added up. Getting dinner helped a little though, and Mom was glad I had met some new people. Lucy had also been out for a few hours and had made friends with the family next door. I tried not to goggle at this - Lucy is usually quite shy and not very good at making friends, but apparently she had common interests with their two girls. After dinner we all relaxed in front of the tv, watching the news and some shows. When I started to get horny again I fucked Mom from behind while she licked Lucy, then they took turns sucking me until I came in their mouths. Watching Mom and Lucy kiss with my cum dribbling down their chins is one of my absolute favorite things. By then I was feeling tired again so I went off to shower and go to bed while they kept watching some more shows. I slept for a couple of hours, then woke up when they joined me in our bed. Lucy snuggled up to me and asked if I could please fuck her because she hadn't had any cock all day and she had really missed me and... I could hardly say no to that, especially after how Trish had described how close she was with her sister. I love Lucy more than anyone except maybe Mom, and I hope we'll stay as close as Trish and Nina. We kissed and fondled each other for a bit, Lucy stroking my cock gently while I took my time kissing and stroking her soft skin. She does have wonderful skin, almost translucent, and she loves to be touched if you do it the right way. I've learned what she likes and not, and today I wanted to show her how much I appreciate her so I took care to do everything just right. I traced slow circles over her body with my trailing fingers, kissed her on her neck, her wrists, the palms of her hands, all over her small perfect breasts, then down the side of her body, all over her mound, then down between her legs. I rarely get to go down on her because she usually gets me too horny too fast, but today I restrained myself and did what I could to keep her hands off my cock so that I could hold back a little longer. Her pussy was soft and pink and delightful, hot and wet from her arousal. I licked her up and down, swirled my tongue around her clit, kissed the sides of her fuzzy mound, then went back down to suck her clit while I pushed one, two fingers inside her. She had her head in Mom's lap and Mom was stroking her hair and fondling her breasts while I continued to finger her almost until she came. When I couldn't stand waiting any longer I rose up, and Mom pulled Lucy up into her arms, sitting behind her and holding her as I slowly pushed my cock into her. Lucy looked at me with glazed eyes, her hands reaching out to pull me closer. I fucked her slowly, stopping to kiss her every so often, and she let me keep the pace I wanted even though she was almost sobbing with desire to cum. Every time I pushed into her she gasped, then moaned when I pulled out again. Her pussy fit me perfectly, allowing me to go inside her all the way without feeling I was hurting her while still being delightfully tight around my cock. When she started to beg for real that she wanted, needed to cum I was also ready to let go. I increased my pace, fucking her harder, deeper, faster, Mom holding her tightly to her, placing long, sucking kisses on her neck and playing with her breasts. When she finally came it was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever seen her have. Her whole body spasmed, her bucking hips almost throwing me off of her, and I had to hold on tight to be able to continue fucking her. We rolled away from Mom and I held her down as I made the last few thrusts before I came myself, Lucy's body tightly arched under me when I began to fill her with my cum. When the first spurt shot into her she cried out, bucking her hips hard again. I came hard too, the mixture of love and lust inside me making me tear up even as I filled my sister's pussy with my sperm, seeing and hearing and feeling her cum so hard on my cock, under my hands. We fucked four more times that night, my lovely sister and I. No matter where we go and what happens, we will always have each other.

Chapter 0 - Intro

This story features Sue, a girl with a dick, as well as her family and the people she makes friends with after moving to a new place. There will be incest, lots of futa goodness, and most likely some girl-on-girl action as well. The story is set in a world without men but I probably won't delve into that much. There are some science fiction elements, but none that are central to the story, at least not yet. There are also social differences, mostly about attitudes to sex which will be quite obvious, but there will be other changes as well so don't expect things like schools to work the same. Most of all the world is constructed to allow me to tell the kind of stories that get me off, so if you've liked other things I've written you'll probably enjoy this one as well! As always I like getting comments. The more comments I get, positive or constructive, the more likely I am to continue writing, so if you like this shoot me a line! Alright, let's get this started!

Chapter 1 - Exploring and Making New Friends

Today I decided to go exploring. We've lived in this neighborhood for three days now and the unpacking was almost done, and I thought it was time I met some of our new neighbors. Also, while it's fine to fuck Mom and my sister Lucy a girl needs variety, you know? It was early Sunday morning so not many people were out. I didn't see any other skaters, but I met a couple of joggers - a good-looking woman who seemed to be in her forties (but with RejAll who can say for sure anymore?), a teenager, two or three girls in their early twenties like myself - none of them giving me a second look. I hadn't thought much of what clothes I had put on but I realized now that the loose sweatpants made me look like a girl rather than a futa, so their indifference wasn't surprising. The morning air was a little cool so I was glad I had put on a top, even one that left my arms and shoulders bare. Most of the houses were similar to our own: Two or three stories, usually with a second-floor sundeck and sometimes a pool. I saw a few cars parked in the street so I figured the neighborhood had a carpool deal of some kind. There were no fences or hedges between the yards, which were quite big, so it seemed like a friendly and open place. A couple of times I saw children playing and they seemed comfortable roaming all over the place. Once I had the layout clear to me I rolled up to a nice-looking house. After deactivating the indosoles of my skates and stepping out of them I pulled off my top and pants and folded them on the skates - it would have been rude to enter the home of someone I didn't know with clothes on, especially if it would make them mistake me for a girl. I also detached my phone and left it with my clothes so as to not get distracted during my visit. Mom knew what I was doing and anyone else could wait. As expected the front door was unlocked so I knocked and stepped inside. The bottom floor of the house was open and airy, with a kitchen to the right separated from the rest by a counter, and a living room area to the left where a tv was on. A blonde girl in a skimpy white bikini was lounging on a couch watching some sex show on tv and when she noticed me she yelled "Mooom! Visitor!", then smiled and waved me over. "Hi! I'm Jenni! Come watch this with me, they're just about to holy crap you're a futa!" I realized the lower half of my body had been hidden from her by the back of a chair until I came closer, and I was a bit taken aback by her outburst. Sure, futa aren't that common but in a neighborhood this size there had to be at least a dozen or so. Before I had gathered my wits to answer, a woman I assumed was Jenni's mother came in from the garden behind the house. She was in tight shorts and an apron along with a pair of gardening gloves which she too off to shake my hand. "Pardon my excitable daughter. I'm Lily Rose. Welcome to our home." "Hello Lily, Jenni." I shook both their hands, then we all laughed a little at the formality of it all. "I'm Sue, Sue Driver. We just moved in earlier this week." Lily nodded. "The Carpenter place, yes?" Seeing my confusion she added, "Number 23? Down by the gym?" I quickly nodded, feeling a little stupid that I had already forgotten the name of the family who had lived there before us. Noticing my embarrassment, Lily stroked my arm in a comforting gesture and smiled warmly. "Just make yourself at home." Halfway out the door to the garden she turned to Jenni. "Be nice to Sue and remember she's our guest. Don't pester her, okay?" I think her last comment was followed by a look down at my cock, but I wasn't quite sure. "Okay mom!" Jenni replied in a voice that sounded maybe a little too obedient, but Lily didn't push it. She just rolled her eyes and closed the door after her. As soon as she was out Jenni scooted over to one side of the couch to make room for me, and I couldn't very well say no to that. As soon as I had sat down she unleashed a torrent of questions - what was the rest of my family like, where had we lived before, were there a lot of futas there, would I be studying with them at Learner, what did I think of that song on the tv - along with a quick rundown of at least half the families in the neighborhood. She was very easy-going and friendly and I could hardly get a word in edge-wise even when she was asking me things. Through all this I also found out a few things about Jenni herself. She was a few years younger than me, and now that she had reached majority she was trying to decide what to do with her life. She wanted to travel but she also wanted to continue with her studies, though she was rather vague on what subjects interested her, and she'd been offered a job at a café in the community center, and so on and on and on. There was only a few weeks left until summer break and most of her classes were repetition after her finals so she had plenty of free time, or at least that's what she told me. Thinking back to when I was her age, I'm pretty sure her mother and teachers though differently. Or maybe she was just a lot smarter than me and didn't need to study quite as much. Half-way through all this Jenni had gone to the kitchen for some lemonade, returning with a tray and glasses but without her bikini. She had a slim body with small perky breasts and from her muscle tone it was clear she spent a lot of time working out. When she sat down she moved a little closer to me, our legs touching a little. By now I was beginning to get hard - she was attractive and it had been at least a couple of hours since I had fucked Mom and sis - but even when my cock had grown to its full size she didn't even put her hand on it. Normally I would have expected at least a simple handjob while we were talking, but apparently Jenni's mom was serious about her rules on pestering visitors. I considered just pulling her onto my lap but I didn't want to get her in trouble in case Lily came back in and misinterpreted the situation. A few minutes later I was leaking precum and I was starting to think I'd have to stroke myself off just to relieve the pressure even though it's so unsatisfying, but fortunately Lily came back inside before I had to resort to that. She glanced over to us, then gestured towards my crotch as she stripped out of her shorts and pulled the apron over her head. "Jenni, be polite to our guest and help her with that", then raised her hand to forestall any complaints about mixed messages. "I know what I said." Turning to me, she smiled apologetically. "It was my mistake. I should have told you to take advantage of my daughter to relieve yourself if you needed. Please do so any time you need to in the future." She tousled Jenni's hair, provoking indignant noises from her. "She could stand to be fucked a bit more often. Maybe that would improve her disposition." She kissed her daughter's head, which Jenni grumpily accepted, perhaps because of the promise of being fucked soon. I thanked Lily for her hospitality and promised to do what I could to help make Jenni more pleasant, giving her a wink to show I wasn't serious. She still pretended to be indignant at the accusation of having a bad temper, protesting that she had "buttloads of sweetness" pouring out of her "every orifice" which sent me into a giggling fit and made her mother raise a warning finger as she walked away. "Language, Jenni! Now get to sucking that cock." She didn't need to ask her twice. While Lily strode off to take a shower, Jenni quickly slid down onto the floor and in between my legs, wrapping her hands around my shaft and her lips around the tip of my cock. Her tongue gathered up the drops of precum which she quickly swallowed, then circled the edge of my glans before she started bobbing her head. Though she clearly needed more practice she was fairly skilled for her age. She wasn't spectacular, but she had a good rhythm and knew how to use her hands. She looked up at me while she sucked and responded very well to my cues when I wanted her to go faster or slow down, and when I took her head and pushed lightly against the back of her throat she didn't pull away or protest until she gagged a little, at which point I let her get back to sucking. I asked her if it was okay if I tried it again and she nodded without hesitation, but despite several tries she couldn't quite take me down her throat. I stroked her hair and slid my hands down over her shoulders and chest while she kept sucking me. Her breasts were quite small but felt nice in my hands, and when I played with her nipples she moaned around my cock. I was getting pretty worked up by now, and while Jenni was doing okay I wanted more than an okay blowjob. I shifted in my seat and pulled her up for a kiss, one of her hands still stroking me as our lips met and I tasted the mixture of lemonade and precum on her tongue. She pressed herself against me and when I slipped my hand between her legs she parted them and I felt she was quite wet. I easily pushed one, then two fingers inside her, and  after a few thrusts with my hand she was moaning against my neck, asking me to please fuck her. I could hardly refuse such a polite request. I guided her down onto her knees in front of the couch, her toned legs spread and her fingers holding her shaved, wet pussy open for me. I slid the tip of my cock along her slit, making her moan and shiver with anticipation, before I started to push inside. She was nice and tight but gave way easily when I pushed forward. A few slow thrusts put me halfway inside her, deeper than she'd been able to take me into her mouth. I put one hand on Jenni's neck, the side of her face pressed against the cushion, holding her in place as I began to fuck her in earnest. She moaned and squealed in a very satisfying way, letting me know she enjoyed this as much as I did. I began to thrust deeper and harder, and soon my cock was buried to the hilt in her tight, hot pussy. She had one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit while my balls slapped against her fingers. "I want you to cum for me, Jenni. Can you do that?" I slowed down a little to give her a chance to gasp "Y-yes! I wa-want to cum for you!" before I leaned forward, one hand grabbing her shoulder to pull her against me as I fucked her hard, making the couch rock. It didn't take long until she squealed, losing her breath for a few seconds before she cried out that she was cumming, her pussy squeezing my cock in the most delightful way. Soon after I felt my own climax approach and I increased my pace even more, sending her into another orgasm as I came inside her, filling her with spurt after spurt of my cum. When I came back to my senses I pulled her up towards me and she turned to meet me in a kiss, my cock slipping out of her followed by a trickle of my sperm. I slid my hands up and down her slim, toned body, her skin covered by a light sheen of sweat, both of us breathing hard from the exertion. "Thanks. That should keep me for an hour or two." I gave her other kiss as I pulled out of her, my cock slowly shrinking back towards its normal, semi-hard state. "Anytime", she replied with a smile, meeting me in another kiss, deeper and softer. Then she looked me in the eye, a little more serious. "I mean that. Any time you want. Our bedroom is to the left at the top of the stairs if you want to come over at night." Usually when I woke up horny at night I'd just fuck Mom or my sister, but knowing I had an option other than masturbation when I was home alone was nice. Our hands roamed a little as we continued to kiss. I gathered up some of my cum as it leaked out of her pussy, tasting it myself before offering my fingers to her. She took my hand in hers and eagerly sucked my fingers clean. When we had recovered our composure a bit we cuddled on the couch, then Jenni got us some more lemonade and we kept talking. Well, she still did most of the talking, telling me about her friends and teachers at Learner. After a while Lily came back downstairs, naked apart from a towel wrapped around her hair, her skin shining from her shower and RejAll treatment. I took a good look at her, and while her body and face were more mature than her daughter's, with wider hips, more developed features, and much bigger breasts, the family resemblance was striking. They had the same slim, toned bodies, the same smiles, the same eyes, the same cheekbones, the same calves. Lily let me look. It's possible she adjusted her posture a little to show herself at her best, but if so she did it so naturally that I didn't notice. "Sue, would you like to stay for lunch? We're just having some carrot stew but if you want I could set a place for you." "Sure! I'll just need to let my mom know. My phone's out with my clothes on the porch." Lily smiled and nodded, sending Jenni a meaningful glance. "That's very thoughtful of you, letting your mother know where you are and what you're doing." I stifled a laugh as I heard Jenni groan. --- XXX --- The soup was very nice, especially with the freshly baked rye bread on the side and when we were done I as about to rise to help Jenni load the dishwasher, but Lily stopped me with a hand on my thigh. "Next time I'll expect you to help, but today you're our guest." We had dressed for the meal, me in the top and sweatpants I had worn before and Lily in a bikini similar to Jenni's, but now she undid the top that had only covered the fronts of her full breasts and pulled it off. It had been about an hour since I came inside her daughter so I had started to get hard again, and when she moved her hand inside my pants and started stroking me she quickly got me fully erect. I pushed my chair away from the table and she knelt down in front of me, smoothly pulling my pants off when I raised my hips, then wrapping her big, firm breasts around my cock. She looked up at my face as she tit-fucked me, moving fast enough to keep my excitement rising but not quite fast enough to make me want to cum right away. "I really appreciate you spending time with Jenni. She could use some more fuck friends near her own age." "I'm, uh, happy to h-help." I could barely breathe evenly, much less speak coherently. "And in case she didn't say so already, you're always welcome here, day or night." She was speeding up now, occasionally dipping down to suck in the tip of my cock between her soft lips before taking me between her breasts again. "Oh god... Y-yes, she mentioned that. I assume... oh yes, that's so good... I assume you're both, uh, available?" She grinned, cocking one eyebrow. "Isn't that obvious?" By now Jenni was done cleaning up and washing off. She stood behind my chair, nuzzling my neck and drawing her fingers through my hair. Lily dove down again, this time taking my whole cock down her throat in one smooth motion, nearly making me cum that same moment, then using just her hands while she kissed and licked around the base. One of Jenni's hands found my breasts, pulling my top up to caress them and tease my nipples with her fingertips. "I, oh, I didn't want to, uh, p-p-presume." Now Jenni had both hands on my chest, squeezing one of my breasts while she lightly pinched the nipple on the other. "I, I'm gonna -" That was as far as I got before Lily had me down her throat again, her head bobbing up and down fast, one hand clasping mine while the other played with my balls. I came hard, crying out as I pumped my sperm down her throat, arching my back until all that supported me was my heals on the floor and my shoulders on the back of the chair. I probably would have tipped over backwards if Jenni hadn't supported me from behind, somehow still managing to squeeze my nipples just hard enough to strengthen my climax while she kissed my neck. Lily kept on sucking me as I slowly recovered my wits, Jenni placing soft kisses over my shoulders and brushing my skin with her fingertips. It was an amazing feeling. "You two make a great team!" I laughed weakly, still a little overwhelmed by the intensity of my orgasm. "We practice a lot. Mostly just on girls, though." Jenni turned my head to kiss me, then her mother came up and joined us, giving us both a taste of my cum. Lily gave my cock a squeeze. "Like I said, you have a standing invitation." I expect I'll take advantage of that very soon.

Chapter 2 - Pluvillia's Reward

C: Welcome to Madam Shaftsbury's Cock Emporium. How may I be of service? M: Well, I don't know. My daughter Pluvillia was promised a present for maintaining her grades and she says she wants something from here. D: Yes! Hi! That's me. I'm Pluvillia. C: And what are you looking for, miss? D: A dick. A cock. A penis? One that gets hard and shoots cum. Sperm? Cum. C: Yes miss, a cock that shoots cum. What size are you looking for? And what price range? D: Mom? M: Why don't you show us a selection. C: Of course. I'll be right back. D: Thanks, Mom. M: I thought you knew what you wanted? D: I do! I want a cock! Just like Berbera and Dinda! I just don't know what kinds there are. Or how expensive it can be. M: Very well. You've earned a gift, but I don't understand what all the fuss is about. When I was your age, young ladies were perfectly satisfied with the genitals they were born with. D: Ugh, that was, like, a century ago! You don't get it! C: Here we are. This is a selection from our most moderately priced items over here to the more prestige items over here, in a variety of sizes. Since the young lady wanted one with erectile and ejaculative functions I have excluded items without those features. M: Thank you, miss. D: These are so cool! Can I try them on? C: We have a fitting room for that purpose, yes. M: Only one or two, please. We don’t have all day. D: Can I try this one? C: The Sigma 2.5. Of course. D: Did you say Sigma? C: 2.5, yes. D: Ugh, then I don't want it. Dinda says the Sigmas are all trash. M: Pluvillia, don't be rude. I'm sure this fine establishment only carries quality merchandise. C: We do pride ourselves on that, ma'am. M: Try again, Pluvillia. D: Okay, okay, I'm sorry! I just don’t think the Sigma has the cachet required for my social circles. C: Of course, miss. I'll remove the Sigmas. M: That wasn’t so hard, was it? D: Ugh, whatever. M: No, not "whatever"! One should always take care to be polite. That's how one shows oneself to be a person of quality and good breeding. D: Yes, mother. Of course, mother. M: Better, but you can do without the counterfeit simpering. D: Sorry, Mom. M: That's my good girl. Now pick out your present. D: That one's too big, And that one looks way too small. C: The Arnax models have a substantial size difference between their flaccid and erect states, miss. D: It gets bigger? C: Most do, but this one more than others. D: Cool! Can I try it? M: Only one or two, Pluvillia dear. D: But Mo-om! I’m can’t know what I want if I don't know how they feel! M: Oh, very well. Try it on, then. D: Yay! I mean, thank you, mother. C: This way, miss. The fitting girl will help you. M: To be that young again, eh? Though you don't look much older. C: Thank you, ma'am. M: I bet you get a lot of customers who want to try out your wares on you. C: That's why we have the fitting girl, ma’am. D: How do I look? M: Don't ask me, dear, I find the whole thing silly. D: Ugh, you're no help at all! C: We have some mirrors over here, miss. D: Hmpf. It looks so tiny. C: It gets bigger when erect, miss. D: And how do I get it erect? C: It will react to stimulation, manual or otherwise. D: Like this? Oh! That feels weird. C: It takes a few minutes for the neural pathways to fully bond. D: So I have to, like, fondle it to get it hard? C: Or have someone do it for you. D: That sounds a lot better. Can you…? C: I'll bring out the fitting girl, miss. D: Cool! Oh, it feels better now. C: Here we go. Janine, please assist the young miss with her erection. J: Yes ma'am. How do you want me, miss? C: On your knees , Janine. This is her first fitting. J: Yes ma'am. D: Is she going to… C: Orally stimulate you, yes. Don’t worry, she's very experienced. D: Oh. Oh! Oooh! M: How are we coming along? D: Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Ohmigod! M: This sounds promising. D: Ohmigod! Oh. J: *slurps and swallows* M: What's that? D: I think it’s over. M: Already? C: The Arnax has strong points in speed but is more modest in stamina and conveyance of sensation. D: There was barely any cum at all! C: Yes, the load size is also on the smaller side. We have a number of models with other strengths, miss. D: Well I want to try one of those then! Please Mom, we have time for one more, right? M: Hmm? Yes, I would think so. I don’t want you to be disappointed in your gift. D: Yay! C: I'll just remove these items and add a few more with capabilities more in line with what you’re looking for, miss. D: Ooh, that one looks nice! M: It's quite… hefty. C: Yes, the Crixton Stretch is one of their larger models, ma'am. It features a double sized load, assisted thrust action, heightened neural feedback, and a guaranteed sixty minute recharge period. D: Double sized load? Are there bigger ones? C: Certainly, miss, though not with the same qualities on other respects. May I ask what your primary requirements are? D: Okay, so, like it needs to get hard fast, and I want it to last longer than this one, and I want the biggest load. Oh, and it needs to feel really good. C: We may not be able to meet all those requirements, but I think we can find you something suitable. D: I really want the big load, though. C: Then I would recommend this, the Umlaut Expert. It's more modest in size, but it has enhanced sensory feedback, at-will erectile activation, standard stamina, and it's one of very few models to offer an octuple load. D: Uhm… M: It gets hard when you want, it feels good, and it shoots a huge load. Did I get that right, miss? C: Yes ma'am. M: And what's the recharge time? C: Five minutes for erection, ma'am. Recharging the full load takes just under two hours, but partial releases are a standard feature. D: Can I try it? C: Of course. Janine? J: Yes, ma'am. This way, miss. M: So about these other ones… Do you have any that are bigger? With, say, a triple load or bigger? C: Of course, ma'am. Let me fetch some for you. M: Excellent. Thank you, miss. D: How do I look? M: Much better than the other one, dear. D: I think so too! Okay, I'm gonna try it! Janine, how do I… J: Just touch it here. *the sound of a fully erect cock slapping against a young, flat stomach* D: Oh! That was easy! M: Indeed. D: Okay, Janine, now I want try it in your, uhm, like… M: She wants to fuck you, dear. J: Of course, miss. Like this? D: Perfect. Oh, that feels good. Like, real good! C: Ma'am, here are some items that fit your requirements. M: Ah, yes, now I see why these are so popular. D: Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Ohmigod! J: *delicate gasps and moans* M: So this one… *the sound of a thick meat shaft hitting a palm* C: The Nyx Maximus, ma'am. M: What are the stats on this one? C: It has a quick-charge quintuple load, only thirty minutes for a full recharge, with a half release available after thirty minutes. D: Ohmigod! Fuck! Fuuuck! J: *mewling whimpers* M: And the drawbacks? C: It has limited feedback, ma'am. M: Hm. Well, I think I can work with that. D: Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! J: *incoherent pleasure noises* C: Would you like to try it on? M: If it's not too much trouble. C: None at all, ma'am. Janine? D: I'm cumming! Oh fuck, take my fucking load in your fucking cunt you fucking whore! J: *incoherent noises continue* M: It seems Janine is a tad occupied at the moment. D: Oh fuuuck! Oh fuuuck! C: So it seems, ma'am. I'll assist you myself, if you'll allow. M: Of course. It's this way? C: Yes, ma'am. D: Now suck it, slut! Swallow my fucking cum! J: *slurping noises* D: Oh my fucking god, that feels amazing! Keep sucking, please. J: *continued slurping* D: I'm sorry I was so rude to you, Janine. I don't know what got into me. No, don't stop sucking. J: *muffled reassurances* C: Don't worry, miss. Many of our customers have strong reactions when trying on a cock for the first time. M: How do I look, Pluvillia? D: Oh wow, that's a big one, Mom! M: I think it suits me. Now let's see, how do I... oh, it's working already. C: Like I said, the Maximus has limited feedback but it reacts quickly to stimulation. M: Right. Let's try it out, then. Do you have another girl, or...? C: I'm afraid not, ma'am, but don't worry. Janine is used to servicing multiple customers. M: Good. Just keep sucking my daughter's cock, Janine. I'll help myself to your pussy. J: *muffled slurping* M: My, you left quite a mess back here, Pluvillia. They weren't exaggerating about that octuple load. D: Sorry, Mom! M: Oh, I don't mind. I prefer a girl who's been warmed up. D: I thought you didn't approve of girls wearing cocks? M: I've been happy with strapons in the past, but I'm coming around to this style. I'm not pushing it in too fast, Janine? J: *encouraging sounds* M: Very well then. *squelching sounds* You really filled her up, didn't you? D: Sure did, Mom! M: Well, I'm sure this is not the first time Janine's taken a big cock with cum running down her legs. *the smack of a hand on a shapely buttock* J: *muffled giggles followed by pleased moans* M: Are you pleased with your cock, Pluvillia? D: I love it! M: I'm not quite sure about this one. Let's see if I can make this little shop whore cum before I make my decision. C: Very well, ma'am. I'll make sure everything is ready. Thank you for shopping at Madame Shaftsbury's!

Chapter 3 - Pretty and Cunt

I opened the front door. "Hi Auntie Julie!" I hugged Auntie Julie tight, pressing my cheek to her chest. She hugged me back and patted my head. "Hello there Pretty!" She ruffled my hair and leaned down to give me a kiss on the forehead. "Now now, Pretty, great your auntie properly like we practiced, okay?" That was Mother's voice, just a little admonishing. I blushed at my forgetfulness - seeing Auntie Julie made me so happy I forgot my manners. "I'm sorry Mother!" I called back to her, then took a step back from Auntie Julie, stood up straight and crossed my hands behind my back. "Welcome Auntie Julie! I'm Mother's Pretty. Is there anything you want from me?" Then I kneeled down - that's pretty tricky with your hands behind your back, but I've practiced a lot! - and smiled up at her. Auntie Julie stepped forward and pulled her skirt up so I tilted my head back and opened my mouth so she could put her crotch against it. I looked up at her while I kissed her pussy, pushing my tongue in deep. "Oh my, you're coming along very nicely!" Auntie Julie said, smiling and stroking my hair. "She is." It sounded like Mother was proud of me and that made we all warm inside but I tried to focus on using my mouth like she had taught me. When Auntie Julie patted the side of my head and pulled back I licked my lips and rose up again. I tried to to it really nice and smooth but I almost lost my balance anyway. Mom would make me practice more, I could see that in the glance she shot me, but she smiled and patted my head so I didn't feel too bad about it. Mom led us into the living room and Auntie Julie said how beautiful it was. "And this must be Cunt!" Cunt is my older sister. She used to be Pretty until just after my birthday a year ago when Mother decided I should be Pretty and she should be Cunt instead. Before that I was too young to be anything. Cunt was naked on her back on the living room table, blindfolded and with her wrists cuffed to her ankles and a spreader bar keeping her legs wide. She had her hips pushed up so her pussy was at a good height for Auntie to finger, which she did. Cunt didn't say anything - Cunts aren't supposed to talk, and besides she had her ballgag in - but she moaned a little and pushed her hips against Auntie Julie's fingers. Auntie fingered her hard and squeezed her tits, pulling at her nipple-rings, and it seemed like she would cum really quick. Cunts get to cum a lot more than Pretties, but I still prefer being Pretty because I get to wear pretty clothes, like the dress Mom had given me special for that visit. It's light blue with lots of white lace and it's cut low in front so everyone can see my tits, and it's short enough that I can show my pussy when I bend over. I had wanted to wear the matching heels but Mother says I need to practice kneeling and rising more before I get to wear them with company. Auntie Julie fingered Cunt until she came and then let me lick of her fingers. I made a curtsy and thanked her afterwards and she gave me another pat on the head. By then Mother had brought in tea from the kitchen and let me pour for her and Auntie Julie. I almost never get to do that because it's really hard not to spill any, but I concentrated and did it exactly like we practiced and it worked perfectly! When I was done I curtsied again and I almost went to sit with Mom like I usually do but then I remembered that Auntie Julie is our guest so I asked if she wanted me to sit with her and she did! I was about to ask if she wanted me beside her or on her lap but she had already straightened her legs so I sat down there and leaned against her and she put her arm around me. I sort of drifted off while she and Mother talked because it was all boring grown-up stuff so I was half-asleep when they were done with their tea and she started playing with my breasts. I nuzzled her neck the way Mother likes it while her fingers traced patterns over my skin and brushed against my nipples. I felt my pussy was starting to get wet and puffy so I wanted to rub it but I'm not allowed when I'm sitting with someone, unless they tell me to of course, so I kept my hands folded on my lap. "Pretty?" Auntie Julie's voice was soft and warm, just like her hand on my tits. "Yes, Auntie?" "I'd like you to play with Cunt now. Why don't you get one of your toys and fuck her with it?" I was about to say yes but then I remembered to look over at Mother - I can't ever play with Cunt without her permission, even when we have guests. When she nodded I was so happy! I love fucking my sister Cunt. "Yes, Auntie Julie! Right away!" I hurried up to the bedroom where I sleep with Mother to get one of the toy cocks she lets me use on Cunt. I wanted to take one of the bigger ones Mother uses, but she says I'm not old enough to use them responsibly yet so I picked a blue one that matched my dress and strapped it on. When I got back downstairs Mother and Auntie Julie were kissing and Mother had pulled up her skirt and Auntie was fingering her pussy. I really wanted to fuck Cunt right away, but I waited until Mother motioned me forward. First I put my finger in Cunt's pussy to see if I needed lube, but she was still wet from when Auntie had made her cum. Besides, she's almost always wet when she's tied up, but Mother says I must always check first. She also says I must always tell Cunt why I'm fucking her, even like now when she's already heard. "Cunt, I'm going to fuck you now because Auntie Julie wants to see us play. Also because you're my sister and I love you and I love fucking you." I blushed a little at the last part, but Mother insists I should be honest with my feelings, and it was all true. When I glanced over at Mother she was smiling proudly so I smiled back at her and then started fucking my sister. Mother has taken me with her to some parties with other Mothers and Pretties and Cunts so I have seen other Cunts get fucked, but none of them seem to like it as much as my sister. The others will moan and writhe and say that they love it, but my sister just... shows it. You can just tell that she loves it when someone sticks something in her pussy, especially when there are others watching. It's like at that moment there's nothing else she can think about than what she has inside her and how it's going to make her cum. I love making her feel like that. It makes her look beautiful - not pretty like me, but in a different way. I fucked her slowly at first, like Mother has taught me, then faster and faster. She was moaning through her gag and her hips were bucking against mine as best she could make them and I could tell she was going to cum soon. "Remember when that was us?" Mother's voice was dreamy and a little breathless, Auntie's fingers still buried deep in her pussy. "Oh yes. You were always such a good Pretty." I snuck a glance at them and they were both watching me and Cunt with soft, hooded eyes. I must have slowed down while watching them because Cunt moaned impatiently through her gag so I tried to focus on her, like Mother says I should when I'm fucking someone, but it was hard when I heard Mother and Auntie talk about how they used to fuck each other. But I did my best to concentrate and watch for Cunt's reactions to what I was doing, varying my speed, and not letting her cum until Mother said so even though she was really close. I faltered again when I heard Mother moan and gasp and I couldn't keep from looking at them again. Mother was leaning back on Auntie's lap and she was squeezing her breasts while Auntie was kissing her neck and rubbing her pussy fast, and then Mother came. She was drawing shuddering breaths and I could see her juices running down Auntie's fingers. I couldn't tear my eyes away. When Auntie Julie saw me watching she grinned and winked at me! Then she motioned for me to keep fucking Cunt and mouthed "Let her cum", so I sped up and fucked my sister harder and faster until she came on my toy cock, her hips bucking against mine. Without Mother to tell me what to do next I felt a little lost so I just pulled out of Cunt's pussy and curtsied for Auntie, but she was busy kissing Mother. It took a few minutes before they noticed me again but then Mother waved me over to the couch and made room for me between them, each putting a hand on my thigh when I was snuggled in between them. "You did well, Pretty", she said, and I blushed and thanked her. Then she said to Auntie, "Do you remember that thing Mother used to have you do? Watch this." She leaned in close and whispered in my ear. "Suck your cock, Pretty. Show Auntie how flexible you are." I smiled and nodded enthusiastically. Mother had made me practice this a lot and not every Pretty could do it. I slid down, then pulled on my legs with my hands and curled up so I could take the toy cock into my mouth, sucking my sister's pussy juice from it. I heard Auntie Julie gasp. "She can take the whole thing? I never managed that! Oh, you must be so proud." "Oh, I am. My Pretty makes me proud every day." Mother leaned down to kiss my neck while I was working my lips up and down the toy cock and at that moment I was happier than I had every been. They both watched me for a little while, touching me with soft fingers. When Mother said I could stop I uncurled and gasped for air, my face flushed and the hem of my dress all wet from spit that had run down the shaft of the toy cock. "Would you like to fuck her now? I know how you like to fuck little Pretties." Mother's voice was still proud and she stroked my cheek the way she does when she wants me to know she loves me. "Very much." Auntie Julie pulled me closer to her and kissed me, one of her hands cupping my tit. "I'll get you something suitable. Take that one off, will you Pretty? I'm sure Auntie Julie wants to see all of your pussy when she's fucking it." I couldn't answer with Auntie Julie's tongue in my mouth so I just nodded. I tried to take the toy cock off right away, but it was difficult because Auntie Julie kept distracting me with her hands. She pinched my nipples just right so they sent a hot wire right to my belly, and she put two fingers inside me and fingered my pussy so I almost came right away! I was so wet and her fingers made soft, squelching sounds when they went in and out of me. Thinking of beautiful Auntie Julie fucking me was making me tremble with excitement! But she must have been working on the straps too because when Mother came back Auntie Julie had just taken the toy off me. Mother showed me the one she'd picked out for us - it was one of her biggest ones, bigger than any she had used on me before. "I think this is a good time for you to try this." She smiled at me, her voice soft and calm. That was good because I was really nervous! Auntie Julie had never fucked me before, and now her first time with me would be with a really big cock! I must have looked scared because Mother sat down beside me and held me close while Auntie Julie put the toy on over her pants. I couldn't look away from the huge toy cock, shivering at the thought of having it in my little pussy. "Don't worry, Pretty. You've had cocks almost this big before, and Auntie Julie would never do anything that was bad for you." I noticed very distinictly that she didn't say it wouldn't hurt me, but Mother says that sometimes pain is part of learning to be a better Pretty. I was still really scared but I nodded. "And I'll be right here with you the whole time." Mother sat back on the couch, then pulled me up on her lap. She used her own legs to spread mine and held my hands in hers. "I'll hold you all through it." Auntie Julie kneeled down between our legs, spreading lube over the big toy cock with her hands. It was big enough that she could grip it with one hand over the other and she couldn't close her fingers around it and I got scared again, but Mother held me and hushed me and made me feel safe. "Come, Julie. Come fuck your little Pretty." Auntie Julie nodded, then leaned forward to kiss me. She stroked my hair, then took my tits in her hands and played with them, then pinched my nipples again which made me gasp, and then I realized she was already inside me! The toy felt really big inside me but it didn't hurt, not really, even though I felt it stretching me. "Yes, I'm going to fuck you now, Pretty." Auntie Julie looked deep into my eyes, then started fucking me. She took it slow at first, so when she started to go deeper and faster I was almost used to how big the cock was inside my little pussy. I had the dress pulled up so she could see properly when it went in and out, but I was looking at her face the whole time. It was so lovely and she looked just like Mother does when she fucks me, like she loved me more than anything in the whole world and loves fucking me more than anyone else. It made me feel so safe and loved that I could finally relax. Mother was still holding my hands and kissing my neck and shoulder and behind my ear, and I closed my eyes and just focused on the sensations they were giving me. Auntie Julie was breathing harder now and fucking me faster, and it felt so good! The cock wasn't too big at all, it was wonderful, it filled me up and it was going to make me cum real soon! Mother must have sensed that I was trying to hold back because she told me to just relax and cum when I wanted and I couldn't even speak to thank her because right then Auntie Julie pushed deep, deep inside me and I came right away! My whole body arched and I think I cried out a little, but when I could think again she was still fucking me, slower now, but soon she was going deep and fast again and I came again and again as she kept fucking me. I don't think she took that toy off more than a few minutes for the rest of her visit, and I lost count of how many times she fucked me. She fucked me while Mother was preparing dinner, while we were eating, after I had put away the dishes, when we watched a movie of Mother fucking Cunt, when we went to bed, during the night, just when I was waking up, and all through the next day. She fucked me when we all went out for a walk, in the shower, even while I was brushing my teeth! The last time was up against her car just before she left, and I didn't want her ever to leave but Mother said she'll come back to visit soon again. I can't wait!

Chapter 0 - Flash Forward

               “Oh, please, master fuck me harder!” Gardie screamed in pleasure, gasping at every thrust as I was screwing her from behind.  “Please master! Spank my ass while you fuck me!”                 Just hearing her say that made me go into overdrive; just knowing she wants me inside her that bad made me go insane.  I lifted up her flowing, dress-like cloak so that I could see her perfect ass as I plowed into her.  Gardie’s moans began to grow louder and higher pitched with my increased speed and I knew she was close to climax.  I didn’t stop pumping until I saw her arch her back, her green hair almost reaching my face.  I got a whiff of her intoxicating smell, which combined with the sensation of her pussy tightening as she came.  I thrust deeper, until she tightened with such force, my cock was pushed out.  I felt the warm rush of her squirting cum onto the ground, wetting the floor beneath us.                 “You’re going to have to clean that up before Kat gets home.  She won’t be happy with fairy cum on her bedroom floor.” I smirked as I slammed into her again, not giving her a chance to recover from her orgasm.  Her knees buckled slightly from the intense pleasure, which made her pussy tighten again.                 “Yes, master!  I’ll clean it, but please make me cum more!”  Gardie begged as she reached orgasm once again, spraying more love juice over the floor and her legs.  She began to collapse, so I lifted her onto Kat’s bed, placing her facing me on her back, with her legs spread open.  Gardie looked at me as I did this, her beautiful red eyes scanned my body up and down, getting off on just knowing all of me was hers.  She blushed brightly and slightly covered her large, pale breasts, becoming embarrassed at how I could see all of her.  I smiled, also knowing that she was mine.  I loved how beautiful she was, and admired how she was different from me.  The way her chest horn sat perfectly between her breasts and how her pink pussy offset the pale white of her legs and tummy.  Just the thought of interspecies intimacy made me feel hot, so I leaned into her and slid my cock inside her.                 “I want you to cum on my tits, master.  Please, I want to feel you cum on my chest!”  Gardie breathed to me as I started thrusting harder.  “Cum for me, master!”  At that final moaned request, I felt my orgasm coming fast.  I quickly pulled my dick from inside her, to which she quickly sat up and pressed her breasts together around her horn.  I grabbed my member and used Gardie’s natural lubricant to jack myself off aiming right for her chest.  I felt a sudden rush of pleasure and let out a loud moan as I shot cum on her chest.  Load after load shot out and covered her boobs with white fluid.  Semen began to pool and drip down her bright pink nipple towards her stomach.  I slumped over as I finished my climax and fell on the bed next to my lover.                 Gardie turned towards me as she sensually rubbed my cum over her chest.  “You know, I could say that human semen is good for my psychic abilities, or that it makes my species skin soft.  But I’d be lying…I like the feeling of it.  It’s warm and satisfying.”  She smiled as she lapped some off of her small, green hands.  I looked over at her and chuckled between my heavy breathing.  “Aw, master…you look tired…” then her face suddenly lit up and she excitedly asked, “Did I tire you out?  Am I that good?”  Her face was beaming with happiness, which made me grin like a goof.                  “You are amazing, Gardie.  I can’t imagine what some of your psychic abilities could do to make that better.”  I laughed and wiped sweat from my brow.                 “You’ll see one day” she smiled.  “Speaking of which, see if this helps, master.”  Gardie closed her eyes and glowed with an intense white light, which sent a light flash all around me.  Instantly, I felt all fatigue escape my body and I felt healthier than I had ever in my life.  As the light faded, I saw Gardie’s beautiful face start to appear as my eyes adjusted again.  “Better?” she asked curiously.                 “Much…better than ever, actually.  What was that?” I questioned in awe.                 “Heal Pulse.  It’s something I learned from leveling my psychic powers.  You helped me get to that level of ability, so I figured you should be the first I try it on.”                 “You always find new ways to amaze me, Gardie.  Your powers are so fascinating.”                 Gardie shrugged playfully and smirked. “Hey, wanna help me clean this off?”  She grinned devilishly.  I saw a mischievous glint in her eyes and gulped as she pounced on her, trying to wipe my fluids on me.                  “Aw, come on!  That’s just not right!”  I laughed, clumsily trying to shuffle away from my attacker.                  “Try it!  Come on, master!”  She giggled playfully.  At this I rolled her on her tummy and smacked her ass.  She shuddered slightly and looked at me.  “Oh alright I’ll have it all to myself!”                 “You can keep it” I grinned.  “Now let’s quickly clean up our mess before Kat gets home.  I don’t think she’ll be insanely happy with her best friend fucking his Pokemon on her bed…or getting said Pokemon’s cum all over her floor…”                 “I can handle this” Gardie said confidently.  As she closed her eyes and channeled her psychic powers, she used telekinesis to clean the mess we had made.  Before I could even move to help, she had the stains cleaned, showing no trace of any sex in the room.                 “Again, you never cease to amaze.” I looked at the clean room in wonder. I began to quickly dress myself with the discarded clothes I had tossed on the bed. “Now let’s get back downstairs, Kat could be home any minute.”                 “Race you downstairs, master!” Gardie said excitedly.                 “Alright let’s g- hey wait…” I realized what was going to happen the second Gardie vanished into thin air.  I heard her voice from downstairs call,                 “Hey master, what’s taking so long?”                 I sighed, knowing that I had walked right into that one.  I chuckled, heading downstairs to join her.  

Chapter 2 - Julia and the Stocks Whores

This story contains f/f, m/f, incest, BDSM, and bondage. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Julia was bored. Wednesday after lunch was always slow but today was extreme, with only one of the five girls busy. The other four had their auto-dildos on slow to keep them from dropping too much and she'd probably have to increase that to medium soon, and that meant more paperwork and Mr Jacobs being on her ass about regulations and shit like she didn't know her fucking job. She missed working over on King Street where they were a bit more relaxed. Still, days like this it was still better to be the hostess than a stocks whore. At least she could fuck them as much as she wanted while they just had to wait. She'd done Chantelle twice, Em once, and that new girl Stacy four times - it was site policy to do as much as possible to get the first-timers used to their jobs and Mr Jacobs was very strict about policy, so she made sure the new ones always got more than anyone else. Not that she minded with this one. Some who were new were all tense and had to be treated with kid gloves, but Stacy was responsive and came easily. Julia was sure she would be very popular once she was broken in. The guy who'd been fucking Chantelle finished inside her, then walked up to her face and stuck his cock in her mouth so she could clean it off while he played with her tits. Julia glanced at the watch, but while the guy had used up his time slot it wasn't like anyone else was waiting so she kept her mouth shut. Screw Mr Jacobs anyway. Once he'd turned in his ticket and collected his items with some comment about how nice it was to be able to take your time she got Chantelle cleaned up, then took yet another round to make sure all the girls were strapped in tightly and comfortably and their gag rings were on right. She was just about finished when she heard someone by the door making a discreet noise. She looked up and saw a couple in their fifties smiling and waving to her, the man tall and thin with dark hair tinged with grey and the blonde woman short and curvy. Happy for the interruption she hurried to her post behind the counter. "Welcome! How can I be of service?" "Right! I'm John, John Vanderhook - how do you do - and this is my lovely wife, Laura - say hello Laura -" "Hello!" The woman smied with her whole face and waved again. "- and we're here to visit our daughter -" "Stacy." "Yes, I was just getting to that Laura dear - yes, Stacy, Stacy Vanderhook, it's her -" "It's her first week here!" "Yes, as I was saying, it's her first week here and we wanted to make sure she's doing alright and, my there's not a lot going on here, is there?" "Empty as the head of a vacuum-salesman's wife." "Ha ha, yes! What a lovely joke, Laura dear. Now, where is our girl? Oh, and it's alright if we take a time slot with her, isn't it? Since there's no line, I mean." It took Julia a second to recover from the barrage of words and friendly smiles. "Oh, yes, of course! Family is always welcome." "Good! Excellent! Laura will get herself strapped in so to speak - over there, Laura -" "Yes, yes, I see them!" The woman handed her purse to her husband and then went over towards the right side of the dildo display where the biggest strap-ons were. "- and maybe you can help me get Stacy ready?" "Absolutely. If you'll just leave anything you want to deposit here?" John handed over Laura's purse and his jacket, then put the deposit ticket in his back pocket, tapping it three times. "Right! It seems Laura's ready so let's get this show on the road!" He rubbed his hands and grinned. Julia led him over to Stacy at station three. Currently she was strapped down on her back with her legs spread and her knees raised, her wrists cuffed together under the padded table. Her head was supported by a separate unit with the gag ring keeping her mouth open, and like all the girls she had on a padded blindfold as well as earbuds playing soothing music. The auto-dildo was going in and out of her nicely wet pussy. Julia knelt down to pull one of the earbuds out. "Your parents are here to see you so I'll disconnect the machine and turn the music off so they can talk to you, okay?" Stacy nodded as best she could, not that her wishes mattered. When you did your weeks as a stocks whore you were everyone's property but your own. Julia replaced Stacy's earbud, then turned off the machine fucking her, pulled the dildo out, and folded the apparatus down under the table, locking it into place so it wouldn't get in the way. "She's all yours! I assume you know how everything works?" "Excellent, thank you miss! Yes, I think we can manage. These look like the same model we have over on 12th where I usually go." He grinned and gave her a wink, so she smiled back, nodded, and went back to Chantelle to reverse the operation she had just performed at Stacy's station by unlocking and engaging the black girl's auto-dildo. She put her on slow since she had just been fucked, then went about putting the other three on medium and damn the paperwork. She knew how boring it was to just lie there with no customers. Meanwhile Laura had taken off her skirt to strap on the Black Stallion, one of the longest and thickest dildos they had available. She hadn't pegged Stacy for a size queen since she came nicely from the normal-sized ones, but apparently her mother knew her better - or maybe it was just what she herself preferred. Stacy may have been their daughter, but right now she was public property to be used in any way desired. John had taken off his pants and underwear, which was more than most guests bothered with, and was stroking himself hard while fondling Stacy's soft breasts and describing to her what her mother was doing. "She's found a big one, oh my, big indeed! It's making her a bit wobbly, I think! Ha ha! Now she's going to drop the table down a bit so she can get up between your legs without standing on her itty-bitty tippy-toes - oh, don't give me that look, my dear, you know I find you entirely adorable, pint-sized that you may be! Ha ha!" He slapped his cock against the side of her face while Laura adjusted the height of the table to be more comfortable for her short frame. "Measure that against her leg, would you dear? It's not quite as long as your thigh but nearly as thick! That should do you good, don't you think? Ha ha!" Julia glanced over and it seemed like Stacy was breathing hard, whether in fear or anticipation she couldn't tell. Not that it mattered. "And don't worry about disturbing the other girls because I'll be keeping your mouth busy! Ha ha!" He gave one of Stacy's breasts a squeeze that made her moan loudly, then lowered Stacy's head-rest to give him full access to her mouth. He looked up when his wife moved in close between their daughter's legs and slapped the massive dildo down on her stomach. "Ha ha, can you feel that? That's how deep it's going, ha ha!" The tip of the black rubber cock almost reached Stacy's breasts and Julia could see the girl's body shiver. Laura slowly backed away, dragging the dildo down over Stacy's body, down to her navel, the dark-blonde curly hairs on her mound, down to her shaved, puffy lips. "Better get going, mother, or someone else will come steal our spot!" He turned to wink at Julia who tore herself away from watching the family to glance at the entrance, then hurried over to greet the people there. She heard a quivering moan from Stacy being muffled just before it turned into a scream, assuming both her parents had started doing what John had described. A glance in their direction while she gave out tickets to the slim asian girl and suit-clad man who had been waiting confirmed that Laura had the huge dildo halfway into her daughter's pussy and her father was throat-fucking her slowly. The girl wanted Em and the man Chantelle, so Julia helped them with the preparations, every so often looking over at the Vanderhooks. She told herself it was to make sure Stacy wasn't being used too roughly - she was new, after all - but mostly she was just getting excited at watching them. Laura had the dildo almost all the way inside Stacy now, pulling it halfway out with each thrust. Julia thought she could see Stacy's abdomen bulge each time the thick rubber piece was pushed inside her, and her throat was definitely bulging from her father's cock. John was fucking his daughter's mouth with deep, hard thrusts that showed he'd put a lot of practice into it. The man in the suit adjusted Chantelle's table so that her knees were on either side of her face and her ass was raised in the air, then started fucking her ass. She gasped and moaned, her body quivering with every thrust. Julia had helped the asian girl position Em on all fours. She was strapped in tight with her shoulders down and her ass up, and the customer had put on a double-pronged dildo she was just now pushing into Em's ass and pussy. Soon she was fucking her hard, pulling her head back by her red hair with one hand and smacking her ass with the other, a concentrated look on her face. When Em started cumming she increased her speed and pulled harder on her hair, making the bound girl cry out in pain and ecstasy. Em and Chantelle had both been here for a couple of months so she wasn't worried about the way they were treated. It was all part of the service and they were used to it. There were no more customers coming in and watching Stacy and her parents were starting to get her hot so she went over to Daisy's station. Daisy was a skinny little brunette who didn't see much action, but she had a talent for eating pussy and that was just what Julia wanted right now. She lowered Daisy's table and put up the knee rests, then removed the gag ring. Daisy face was flushed and she was breathing hard, and even as Julia climbed up to kneel over her face the bound girl cried out from the orgasm she just got from the auto-dildo working in her pussy. Julia steadied herself with one hand and used the other to pinch and pull at Daisy's stiff little nipples, looking off to her side to watch the other stations. The man in the suit was balls-deep in Chantelle's ass, Em's cheeks were glowing red from the asian girl's spanking as she fucked her, and from the way Stacy was straining against her straps she was cumming hard, the massive strap-on all the way inside her now. Even as she came her father strained to push his cock even deeper down her throat, grunting hard as he came, his sperm spilling out of her mouth. Daisy's tongue was working wonders on her clit and she didn't have a single thought to spare for Mr Jacobs and his paperwork as she started to cum, her hips bucking against the face of the stocks whore. Maybe this would turn out to be a good day after all.

Chapter 0 - Clydia's First Cock

​C: Welcome to Madame Shaftsbury's. How may I be of service? M: My daughter needs a cock. Something expensive. D: No I don't! M: Please ignore my quarrelsome and ungrateful progeny. C: Very good ma'am. What model are you interested in? D: None! I'm not getting one! M: Hush now Clydia, the grownups are talking. What models are there? C: We carry all the big brands as well as some specialty items. What capabilities are you looking for? D: No capabilities! M: What do you mean? What capabilities are there? C: Maybe we should start with the basics. Are you looking for something functional or merely decorative? D: I can't believe you're making this decision over my head! M: Hush, or I shall take out the ballgag! See if I don't! Now, what was that? Oh yes, fully functional obviously. Little Clydia is to attend the Academy in the fall and I understand all the young ladies there will be so equipped. D: Not all! Herbertine and Griessa don't have one. M: Dear little Clydia, I spoke to Herbertine's mother last night and she told me they visited here last week and that Herbertine was overjoyed with her new cock. As for Griessa, all young ladies of note will have one, and that's all I will say about her. D: What?! No, not Herbie! M: Overjoyed. Wouldn't stop playing with it, even at the dinner table. They had to hire another maid just to keep them on their feet. C: A fully functional one, then. M: Yes. A big one, I think. One with some heft to it. D: Ew! Gross! M: That's it, I've had it! Peggy, fetch Clydia's ballgag! And turn her vibrator up to seven! Peggy: Yes ma'am. D: No, don't- M: There, that's better. Yes, size. Something big, about yay long I think. And thick. D: stifled cries of protest C: We have a range of models that fulfill those requirements. There's the Crixton Stretch, the Barnard Limousine, the Sigma 3.3... M: Let's have a look then. D: moans and whimpers C: Very well. I'll fetch some samples. M: Will you behave now? D: subdued whimpers M: No more backtalk, is that clear? D: plaintive mumbles and moans M: Good. Peggy, remove Clydia's gag and set her vibrator down to four. It will only go back to two if you show you can be trusted not to embarrass me. Is that understood? D: Yes Mother. M: Good. Ah, here we have the samples. C: These are some of our most popular models. M: Hmpf. Popularity isn't everything. But yes, these look quite fetching. And they all have full functionality? Erection, ejaculation, everything one expects from one? C: Well, they vary somewhat in their exact capabilities. M: In what way? C: The ones over here only have partial neural feedback so sensitivity is reduced. There are other parameters like amount of seminal fluid per ejaculation, recovery speed... M: Goodness. Well, Clydia, what do your little friends consider the most important traits in a cock? To wear themselves I mean. D: I... uhm... I don't know... M: Nonsense! I've heard you talking to young miss Wigglebottom and that industrialist girl, what's her name? D: Lisandria. M: Lisandria, yes. I'm not sure of her breeding but I know the other girls take after her, and the Wigglebottoms have always been fashion trendsetters. D: Well, uh, Lisandria said that she was getting a-a long, thick one, with, uh, with a-a-a... big load. M: Good, good. And miss Reginaldina? D: Hers is, uh, also pretty big, like... uh, like that one. C: That's the Sigma 3.5. D: Right. And she could, uh, make it, uh, like, hard whenever she wanted. C: That functionality is available for all the Sigma 3 models, but unfortunately it comes with heavily reduced feedback sustension. M: Technical mumbo-jumbo! Speak plainly, girl! C: My apologies. The pleasure received will diminish quickly with repeated use until it is allowed to recharge for several hours. M: That sounds highly inconvenient. We'll have none of that. C: Yes ma'am. M: So take those away. And that one looks too small. Is that one only available in black? C: I'm afraid so, ma'am. M: Remove that one too then. We'll want one that matches little Clydia's skin, won't we? D: Yes Mother. C: I can bring out some more models if you'd like. M: Please do, but let's try this one on in the meantime, for comparison. Peggy, help Clydia with the fitting. Peggy: Yes ma'am. C: The premium models with full functionality as well as size and sustainable sensitivity are of course a bit more expensive but... M: You should have brought those out at once. Only the best for my dear little Clydia! C: Very well, ma'am. I will return with our premium items shortly. M: Go. Peggy: All done, ma'am. D: Mother? M: Ah, let's see! Yes, that is a quite attractive piece! Peggy, will you assist Clydia? Peggy: Ma'am? M: Hard, Peggy, I want to see it hard! Not hanging like some limp chicken. Peggy: Yes ma'am. Sorry ma'am. M: Just down on your knees and put that mouth to better use than idle chatter. How does that feel Clydia? D: It feels very nice, Mother. M: Don't "nice" me, Clydia! We are looking for quality equipment here. D: Um, well, it's taking a while to get hard... M: Yes, I can see that. Peggy usually has them up a lot quicker. Maybe it's the size? D: It is quite large, though not as big as Reggie's. M: Put your back into it, Peggy! Surely you can get it down deeper than that. Peggy: slurping Sorry ma'am, but it's too big. C: Here are our most advanced models. M: Much better! This looks like quality merchendise. Oh, would you be so kind as to give Peggy a little push? It seems she can't quite... Yes, just like that, on the back of her head. Peggy: chokes M: Stop that flailing, Peggy! D: Oh! Yes, much better! I think I-I'm ready to cum now, Mother! M: Don't keep us waiting. Get it over with! Peggy: choking and gagging D: Oh yes! I'm cumming! I'm... Oh, it's over already. M: That's disappointing. Peggy: spitting and gagging M: Peggy, clean that up. Peggy: Yes ma'am. M: How much did you swallow? Peggy: Just the first spurt, ma'am. M: So that's all there is? Highly disappointing. I hope the next one works out better or we shall have to take our business elsewhere. C: I should mention that the recovery time of the Barnard Turbo is less than five minutes, but here are some of our more advanced models for the more discerning customer. M: That's more like it. Tell me about this one. C: This is the Crixton Triple Special. It features double-action ejaculation, high-speed semen generation, increased... M: Do I look like a cock technician? Numbers, girl, give me numbers! C: Of course ma'am. The Crixton Triple Special is able to project up to three quadruple-sized seminal fluid loads for a distance of up to ten feet during a given ten-minute period, with a fifteen minute recovery period per load. It is three times as sensitive as a natural member and can sustain erection for up to six hours before recharging. M: Excellent. And how long is the recharge time? C: It depends on how long it has been in use. For the full six hours a period of complete flaccidity of at least four hours is recommended, but for intermittant use of no more than thirty minutes at a time short breaks of eight to ten minutes will suffice. M: And the drawbacks? C: I am required to mention that the increased sensitivity and heightened neural feedback during orgasm can lead to over-use which can shorten the lifespan of the product. M: I'm sure the teachers at the Academy have methods to deal with that. C: I hear they have an extensive restraint collection. M: I can imagine. Well, let's try it on! C: If you'll come this way, miss. M: Peggy, reduce Clydia's vibrator setting to two. I don't want her overly stimulated for the proper tests. Peggy: Yes ma'am. M: And do put some effort into your mouthwork this time! Honestly, one might think you were trying to embarrass me. Peggy: Yes ma'am. I'm sorry ma'am. C: Here we are. M: Yes, much more impressive. Peggy? Peggy: Yes ma'am. slurping C: We have staff trained for this if you'd prefer... M: No need, Peggy is perfectly capable of giving my daughter a blowjob. C: As you wish. D: moans M: What do you say, Clydia? How is the sensitivity? D: It's, uh, i-it's very good! M: See, Peggy, you can take it down your throat if you just apply yourself properly. Peggy: gagging M: How long does it take to bring about orgasm? C: With oral stimulation it usually takes two to three minutes, but there are optional settings to increase this to up to fifteen minutes. M: Did you hear that, Peggy? You should be glad they use the lowest setting as he default. Peggy: grateful mumbles through slurping and choking M: How do we change the settings? C: For the simpler models there is usually a remote but this one requires a base module where the unit is inserted. M: We shall need two of those, one at home and one at the Academy. Oh, and one at the summer house. Better make it four, just in case. C: Very good ma'am. M: That's assuming we take this one. How are you doing, Clydia? Peggy's throat isn't too tight, is it? D: Oh god oh god oh god... Peggy: desperate choking M: It seems she's close. Make sure she pulls out so we can see this quadruple-whatever in action. C: Very good ma'am. D: Yes! Yes! Yes! Peggy: hacking and coughing D: Oh god yes! M: That is most impressive! And it can do this three times in ten minutes? C: Yes ma'am. M: Peggy, get off the floor and clean off Clydia's cock. Peggy: coughs Yes ma'am. M: Stop that dithering! You have a mouth, don't you? C: We have some cloths back here if... M: No need, she can make do. C: As you wish. M: Are there any others we should try? Ones that are superior to this one? D: Oh yes, suck it! Suck my cock, Peggy! M: Clydia, please keep it down. I am having a conversation here. D: S-sorry, Mother. Oh god, that feels so good. M: And stop struggling, Peggy. If you are that sore after a few minutes of throat-fucking, just use your cunt instead. Peggy: coughing and spitting Yes ma'am. M: Honestly, that girl is near useless. D: Fuck! Yes, Peggy, take my cock! Yes! Peggy: Oh fuck! Fuck, that's big! M: Peggy! No such language out of you! And keep it down Clydia, or I will bring out the gag again. Peggy: whimpering and moaning Sorry ma'am! D: S-sorry, Mother! C: There are others that perform better than the Crixton Triple Special in one or two respects but none that offer the complete package, as it were. When it comes to size there are many that are bigger but that also has drawbacks. It may require special training on part of the recipient. M: Yes, I want my regular staff to be able to handle this. Peggy: Oh! Oh! Oh! D: I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Peggy: Oh god! M: I may need to hire more servants. C: Quite. M: But after the summer she will be at the Academy so perhaps that won't be necessary. I'm sure Peggy and the others can handle this for a few weeks. C: As you say. M: How long until she is accustomed to it? C: With this model a stable pattern of six to fifteen releases per day is usually achieved after two or three months, with occasional peaks of... M: Six to fifteen? That is a big range. C: Yes ma'am. The settings affect the number of releases and there is also some individual variation. M: I see. Well, I think this one will suit us very well. What do you think, Clydia? Will you be happy with your new cock? D: Yes Mother! I can't wait to show Herbie and Reggie and the others! M: Young girls, so inconsistent. Peggy, will you get off your back and pay the girl? Peggy:breathless whimpers Yes ma'am. C: Will you be wearing it or shall I wrap it with the base units? D: Oh please can I wear it!? Please say I can wear it, Mother! M: Oh, very well, if you like it so much. But keep your hands off it! I will not have my daughter masturbating in public. Just use Peggy if you need to cum before we get home. D: Yay! Thanks Mother! Peggy, open wide! Peggy: ...yes, miss. M: Let us be off, then. Clydia, at least wait until we are back in the car. D: Yes Mother. C: Thank you for shopping at Madame Shaftsbury's!

Chapter 3 - Fucking Friday Night

When I got home that afternoon Mom met me at the door with a hug, a kiss and a big hard-on. Lily was working and Tina was staying over with some friends so I was the first one home - Mom only works half-days at the store. "How was school, honey?" I didn't have time to answer before she was kissing me again, her lips parted and her hands gripping my ass and pulling me close. I returned the kiss and pressed myself against her, feeling her big soft breasts and her hard cock against me. She walked me backwards towards the living room without breaking the kiss ungil I fell back on the sofa. She kneeled between my legs and pulled me out to the edge of the seat, then dove in between my legs and pressed her mouth against my naked crotch. She kissed my pussy, like a proper kiss with tongue, and then started licking me and swirling her tongue over my clit. I was already a bit wet from making out with Amanda on the bus ride home so Mom soon had me panting and pushing my hips against her face. "Please fuck me, Mom! I want your cock inside me!" "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you, baby." I just nodded impatiently and tried to grab her cock, I needed it in me so bad. She rose up on her knees and rubbed e tip of her cock along my slit before placing it against my entrance. When she started to push inside I closed my eyes and clawed at the cushions just to keep from cumming right away. Mom must have misinterpreted this because she started to pull out, asking me if I was okay. "Yes! Don't stop! Please fuck me Mom! Fuck me now!" I looked up at her and saw the worried frown melt away into a smile, and she pushed inside me again. I gasped as her big cock stretched me open, as always loving the way she felt inside me. She leaned forward, pushing more of her thick shaft inside me, then kissed me again. I returned the kiss eagerly, gtaking hold of her shoulders and puling her against me, then moving them down to her hips, urging her to push deeper. She wasn't late to follow my wishes, and began to fuck me with short thrusts. I fell back on the sofa, Mom leaning down to kiss my breasts as she continued fucking me, going deeper inside me with each thrust of her long, thick cock. She was leaning with her hands against the back of the couch now, her beautiful breasts bouncing as she fucked me harder and harder, both of us getting close to cumming, racing each other, her lust-shaded eyes locked in mine... And that was when the doorbell rang. Both of us stopped for a moment, surprised and confused. Was someone coming to visit? Did we have time to finish before we let them in? My mind was a blank; all I could think was that I wanted Mom to keep fucking me and to hell with anyone else. I was about to say as much when Mom yelled "It's open!" before thrusting her hips forward again, making me gasp as her cock went even deeper inside me. I heard the front door open but after that I was lost in the sensation of Mom's thick shaft going in and out, in and out, in and out of my aching pussy, pushing me ever closer to my climax. I was vaguely aware of someone sitting down beside me on the sofa, two people, one on each side, then hands caressing me, stroking my hair, touching my breasts, sliding over my skin, lips kissing me, tongues licking me, and when I suddenly had one mouth sucking each of my nipples just as Mom increased her pace and started fucking me in the way I knew meant she was close to cumming it pushed me over the edge and I came, came hard, my body arching up on the sofa, the other two people there holding me down and continuing to suck my nipples as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over me. When I heard Mom draw a deep shuddering breath and plunge herself all the way inside me I came again, the sensation of spurt after spurt of her cum filling me increasing my pleasure even more. When Mom slowed down and then stopped I slowly came down from that incredible high, the sucking mouths on my nipples continuing to send lines of fire to my belly that caused small aftershocks. They let go when Mom leaned in to kiss me again, the motion causing her still semi-hard cock to push deeper again, giving me another mini-orgasm. I answered her kiss weakly, too spent to push myself upright. I at least managed to brush the hair from my eyes and look around, seeing that the girls sitting on either side of me were Tall Suzy and her younger sister Liz. (A few years ago she insisted on being called "Elizabeth" but now she was happy being Liz.) They both kissed me greetings, and when Mom pulled out she and Liz traded places, Mom plopping down on the sofa beside me and Liz sliding down to the floor and in between Mom's legs. Tall Suzy must have fucked someone just before they left or she would have been eager to do so now, but while her cock was getting hard she seemed content to stroke it a little herself while watching her little sister licking and sucking Mom's cock. "I'm sorry I forgot to mention I invited the girls over", Mom said. "I figured with your sisters gone until tomorrow we could use some company." I assured her that it was all fine and then excused myself to the bathroom - after a full day of school and this intense fuck session I sorely needed a shower. When I came back Liz was still kneeling between Mom's legs, but by now Mom's cock was fully erect again and Liz could barely get the tip inside her mouth. Tall Suzy was kneeling behind her on the floor, just about to push her cock inside her sister's pussy. Watching little Liz' dark-skinned fingers gripping and stroking my mother's cock while she did her best to please her with her mouth just as her sister was about to fuck her from behind made me completely forget that I had been tender and mellow just a few minutes ago. I sat down on a chair to watch and when I slid one hand down between my legs I felt I was already wet. Liz was trying to concentrate on sucking Mom's cock but she was having a hard time of it with her sister starting to fuck her. Once Suzy found her pace Liz had to remove her mouth from Mom's cock because she couldn't focus enough anymore, but she did her best to keep stroking her. She could barely reach around Mom's shaft with both hands and she had to lean her elbows on Mom's thighs to keep her balance. Mom put her hands over Liz' and helper her keep a steady stroke for a while, but when Suzy started fucking her faster she had to give up and just hold on. I watched her small, firm breasts bounce with each hard thrust from her sister's cock and soon she was panting and moaning, her skin covered by a sheen of sweat. Tall Suzy took a firm grip on her sister's hips and increased her pace even more. Liz tossed her head back, her thin braids flying every which way as she came, crying out her pleasure and begging her sister not to stop. I glanced at Mom and she was watching as intently as I was, she stroking her massive cock, me rubbing my pussy. I saw Suzy bite her lip and forcibly restrain herself as she pulled her foot-long cock out of her sister's pink, wet slit, obviously without having cum herself. She looked up at Mom. "She's ready for you now." Mom looked down at Liz who was barely able to hold on to Mom's legs. "Is she right? Are you ready for a bigger cock now?" Liz nodded, drawing ragged breaths. "Please fuck me, Mrs. Harmony. Fuck me with your big cock. I want it. I need it now. Please!" Mom pulled her face up to hers and gave her a long, lingering kiss, then climbed down behind her, positioning the tip of her cock at the entrance of the girl's newly fucked pussy. She started to push inside, and I could see she was trying to hold back while at the same time being too horny not to move forward. Tall Suzy sat down on the sofa and stroked her little sister's hair as Mom's cock went deeper and deeper inside her. She was stroking herself almost absent-mindedly, her cock still glistening with her sister's juices. Mom was halfway inside Liz now and had started pulling out before pushing deeper, fucking her with long, slow movements, going just a little bit deeper each time. Liz had one hand between her legs, rubbing herself as Mom's cock went in and out of her. I was getting close to cumming again, but I wanted more than my fingers inside me. I moved over to sit beside Suzy and took over stroking her cock, then put the tip inside my mouth. I tried to keep my head tilted so I could watch Mom and Liz while I swirled my tongue around the edge of her glans, one hand stroking her and one fingering myself. Suzy was leaning back now, also watching, her hands on her breasts playing with those hard, dark nipples. Mom was all the way inside Liz now, fucking her with long, slow strokes. She pulled out almost all the way before pushing back inside, her whole massive cock sliding back and forth, in and out. Every time she pushed inside Liz moaned and begged for more, harder, faster, but Mom was taking her time, savoring the moment. I moved my mouth away from Suzy's cock and placed kisses everywhere on her skin I could reach while still stroking her. She was growing impatient, her hips bucking up against my hand. My own desire was growing as well, and when I couldn't wait any longer I climbed up on her lap and positioned myself over her cock, still facing Mom and Liz. Her hands helped me guide her inside me, and I slowly lowered myself over her, taking her cock inside me inch by inch. Her hands moved over me, stroking my skin, going through my hair, caressing my breasts and slipping in between my legs. When I was halfway down I started to ride Suzy's cock, loving the feel of it inside me. Her hands kept moving over me, urging me on. By the time I was slapping my ass against her thighs, all of her cock inside me, Mom had turned Liz over on her back and had her legs over her shoulders. They were looking deep into each other's eyes, Liz sometimes closing hers when Mom pushed all the way inside. Both of them were whispering to each other, Mom how pretty Liz was, how tight her pussy felt around her cock, how lovely it was to fuck her, Liz answering by telling Mom she loved having her big cock inside her, how she wanted to cum so much, how she was so close, how she wanted Mom's cum inside her. Suzy's hand was working fast between my legs now, rubbing my clit as I rode her cock. When I saw Liz begin to buck and shiver as she came I couldn't hold back any longer and came together with her. Mom held out a little longer, fucking Liz hard and fast, but soon she came as well, tossing her blonde hair back as she gasped and pumped little Liz full of her hot sperm. I heard Suzy's breath getting ragged and irregular and once I regained control of my senses I slipped off her which made her protest until I got down on my knees in front of her and took the tip of her cock in my mouth, using my hands to push my breasts around her shaft. When I sensed she was close again I took my mouth off her and started stroking her with both hands. "I want your cum on me", I said, "on my face, on my breasts, anywhere you want to put it. I want to feel it on my skin, every drop of it. Cum on me. Cum on me. Cum on me." She half-rose from the sofa and pushed me backwards. I tumbled onto my back, my legs spread, putting my hands on my breasts and squeezing them for her as she stood over me, stroking herself, watching me with lust-glazed eyes. When she heard Liz cum again as Mom kept fucking her through her own climax she came, shooting long streams of hot, sticky cum all over my body, from the tops of my thighs all the way up, thick gobs of it landing on my tummy, my pussy, my breasts, my face, my hair, my open mouth. Then she collapsed back on the sofa again, the last few drops of cum landing on her own chest as she kept stroking herself. Beside me I heard Mom and Liz finally slowing down, Liz almost sobbing with exhausting pleasure, Mom panting heavily. I laid back on the floor, just enjoying the sensation of Suzy's cum on my skin, the slowly slowing sounds of everyone's breaths. After a few minutes Liz and Mom shifted over to start licking Suzy's sperm from my skin, and soon Suzy joined them too. It became a kind of game involving licking, kissing and trying to distract each other with pinches and slaps and soon we were all reduced to a giggling, cuddling heap on the floor. I needed another shower, but I was pretty sure I'd get some company this time. And after dinner Mom would probably be horny again...

Chapter 1 - Barbara's Dinner Invitation

"Mick? Are you home?" Barbara closed the front door behind her, wincing as she stepped out of the heels she had worn all day, then shook out her hair. "Dad's up with Lucy." Barbara smiled at her son Bobby. He was in nothing but sweatpants, his skin glistening fro the workout she must have interrupted. She admired his sculpted arms and torso - not as grotesquely muscled as some, but a nicely solid, toned body. "They've been at it all day." True enough, she could hear her daughter squealing somewhere upstairs in time with flesh slapping against flesh. She unzipped her skirt and tossed it on a chair, then waved Bobby closer as she unbuttoned her blouse. His eyes drifted down to her chest, and when she turned her back he unhooked her bra, caressing her breasts as he slid it off her. He kissed her shoulder, then up her neck to nuzzle under her ear, nipping at her ear lobe while his hands slid down her stomach to the edge of her panties, then back to her breasts. She was quite proud of them, still full and firm, and the way her son lavished attention on them always made her feel special. She used to think it was just a young man and any pair of tits, but she had seen him with enough other women, including ones even more buxom than herself, to know that he had a particular affection for hers. She felt his hard cock through his sweatpants and reached back to fondle it through the soft material. "Poor baby, have you been like this all day?" He removed one hand from her breasts long enough to pull his pants down enough for his cock to get free and she took it in her hand and stroked it gently. "Dad let me have Lucy when he was out doing errands after lunch, and Mrs. Wilson came by to drop off some things." She laughed softly. "You haven't been suffering too badly then." She turned around in his arms and kissed him, his strong arms lifting her up. "No... but I missed you." "Aw, my poor baby." She smiled into the kiss and lightly raked her nails down his back, enjoying his slight shiver. "So you haven't done anything by yourself?" She squeezed his cock softly. "No." He blushed, which made her heart melt. "I, uh, I forgot." It was, sadly, a plausible explanation. Bobby was good at a lot of things. Well, a couple of things. Either way, remembering to see to his own sexual needs was not among them. "Do you want Mommy to take care of you?" "Yes." He was almost breathless, his hands all over her. "Do you want to fuck Mommy? Make her cum on your big, hard cock?" She had one hand between them, stroking his cock, while the other kneaded his ass. "Yes!" It was closer to a groan than a word, but his meaning was unmistakable. If he had been more active - if his chip hadn't been an older Gamma-series, where action and forethought were quite limited - he probably would have carried her off to have his way with her by now, but as it was he was helpless to proceed without a cue. She had considered upgrading him to a Beta-chip like the one she had had her husband fitted with (he needed to be able to run the household, and she was still quite fond of him so she had wanted to preserve most of his personality) but the cost was fairly steep even with her employee discount, especially on top of the monthly payments on her own Alpha. Plus she rather liked him this way, as her own little sex toy. "Then you had better take off Mommy's panties." He fumbled with them, still kissing her lips, her face, her neck, so she gave his shoulders a little downwards push. He quickly kneeled, almost losing his balance from the sweatpants around his legs, then yanked her panties down to her knees and buried his face between her legs. Barbara had to steady herself on his shoulders when he began to lick her, his mouth knowing her pussy so well. And there were his fingers as well, stroking, probing, then sliding inside her. When he had two fingers plunging into her and his tongue insistently flicking her clit she came, only his arm around her waist keeping her from collapsing onto the floor. Though Bobby didn't have nearly the same level of skill, patience, or passion for cunnilingus as his father he did have enthusiasm and youthful energy and sometimes that was enough. "Oh baby, that was really nice... I think you've earned a good fuck now." When she could stand again she kissed him, then took hold of his cock and led him up the stairs to her bedroom and pulled him down onto the bed with her. Even when she rolled on top of him he was all over her, his hands roaming her body as his mouth made love to her breasts, kissing, sucking, licking, nipping at her stiff nipples. She stroked his hair, slid her hand over his strong arm. "Mommy's big boy." She pushed her leg in between his and rubbed her thigh against his cock, making him moan against her breast. "Mommy's big boy." She grinned down at him. He was big, but not too big. She could enjoy a really big cock but for everyday fucking she preferred something solid but more manageable, and Bobby's was just right for her: Long and thick but not so big that he needed to take it slow with her when she wanted him, and not bigger than what she could get down her throat if she wanted. "Fuck me, Bobby. Fuck me now." She slid off him and pulled him up behind her, rubbing her ass against his cock. When she lifted her leg to give him netter access he didn't hesitate, and soon he was all the way inside her. She sighed with pleasure, taking his hand and placing it on her breast. His breath was hot and ragged against her neck and she could tell that he was struggling to keep the slow pace she set. "Mommy's little sweetheart. Young, dumb, and full of cum. That's you, isn't it?" Her words were teasing but her tone gentle, and she knew he took it as a compliment. "Y-yes, Mom. Can we... can we please go a little faster? Your pussy feels so good..." "Not yet, honey. Mommy wants to enjoy this a little longer." She closed her eyes and did just that. His strong body against her back, his hand on her breast, his lips against her neck and shoulder, his cock sliding slowly in and out of her, her own slowly growing excitement... It was a perfect moment, and she wanted it to last. She also had to admit that she enjoyed having this much power over her big, strong son. She managed to keep her slow pace for several minutes, but Bobby's hands, mouth, and thrusting cock soon had her wanting more. She turned around and straddled Bobby, guiding his cock into her with one hand, then bent forward to kiss him. Her hips worked slowly as she raised herself and pushed forward, giving her breasts to his mouth again. He pushed them together with his hands, flicking his tongue over both nipples at once, then sucked them each in turn. She smiled down at her beautiful son, caressing his face. When she increased the pace she had to sit up straighter, sadly depriving her breasts of Bobby's lips and tongue. His hands followed them though, squeezing and caressing as best he could while she bounced up and down on his cock. Barbara was getting close to cumming again and clasped her hands over his, using them to press her breasts against her chest. Then she slid off and laid down on her back, spreading her legs. "Come fuck me, Bobby. Come fuck your mother hard." He was inside her almost before she had finished speaking, his young, strong body working like a machine as he plunged his cock deep inside her again and again and again. "Yes, that's it! That's what Mommy wants!" He could only grunt in reply, his arms going around her back to let him hold her shoulders from behind, pulling her against him with every thrust. Soon she was the one who couldn't talk, her head thrown back as she felt her body tense and then explode in a strong, deep orgasm, her pleasure rising even further when she felt him cum inside her, his hot sperm filling her pussy as he continued to fuck her hard and fast. Afterwards she stayed curled up against his heaving chest for several minutes as they slowly caught their breath, tracing patterns over his chest with her fingers. When she finally got up he made to follow her, but she pushed him back onto the bed. "Rest a little longer. You've earned it." She kissed his forehead, then went to take a much needed shower. --- XXX --- An hour later when they had finished dinner and Bobby was clearing the table while Lucy kneeled under the table with her face between her mother's thighs and her father's cock in one hand, Barbara took Mick's hand and kissed him. "Have I told you lately that I love you?" He smiled, squeezing her hand. "Only every day, my love." They kissed, then joined in stroking Lucy's shaven head. "Oh, I almost forgot. My boss invited me to dinner on Saturday. I got the sense it wasn't optional, but I know you don't like that sort of thing." Mick made a face. They both knew he would go with her if she asked - he knew because that was the kind of husband he was, and she knew because she had an override command for his chip that would make him go along with almost anything she suggested - and probably fake having a good time well enough, but he was always most comfortable at home. "I think it would be rude to come all by myself but I can bring one of the kids. I don't want to leave you all alone." Mick shrugged, then cocked one eyebrow. "This Saturday?" When she nodded he continued, one of his hands now covering Lucy's on his cock, helping adjust her pace. "Tell you what. When Janet dropped by earlier with those tools she asked me to come over to fix her dishwasher and maybe have a quick fuck Saturday afternoon. I don't think it would be hard to convince her to make an evening of it. That way you can take both kids and bring something for everyone." Barbara leaned over to kiss him, then guided Lucy over to kneel in front of Mick. She took over stroking his cock while Lucy sucked the tip. "And that's why I love you." Mick smiled, then closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, his breathing growing heavier. Soon Barbara felt his cock spasm in her hand as he shot spurt after spurt of cum into their daughter's eagerly sucking mouth. She only hoped her boss Tom would be as happy with that solution.

Chapter 1 - An Ordinary Morning

I woke up to the familiar sensation of Mom's cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I must have made some noise or stirred because even though I was on my stomach she leaned forward to kiss my neck and whisper "Good morning sweetie". Feeling her breasts against my bare back as she continued to kiss my neck and shoulders made me smile, and I raised my hips against her slow thrusts. "Good morning Mom." She steadied herself on the bed and increased the pace of her thrusts, and I could feel my first orgasm of the day begin to build inside me. This is how we always wake up, me and my sisters. Well, if it's a school day. On the weekends Mom lets us wake her up instead, and that's almost as much fun! Mom was starting to breathe harder and she was pushing her big cock deep inside me now, her hips slapping against my ass with each hard thrust. I was getting close too and the thought of Mom filling me up with her hot cum made me even more excited. By now she had grabbed hold of my shoulders, fucking me hard and fast. I couldn't hold back any longer and I felt my body arching up against her all on its own, my pussy spasming hard around her thick, long cock, and just a few seconds later she came deep inside me, filling me with spurt after spurt of her thick, hot cum. She collapsed on top of me with a satisfied sigh, placing soft kisses over my back, still making slow, gentle thrusts with her softening cock inside me. I twisted around to kiss her on the lips, our tongues sliding against each other, her hand going to my breast and giving it a soft squeeze. Then she pulled out, making me shiver with pleasure, some of her gooey sperm running out to form a small puddle between my legs. She gave my ass a little slap. "Time to get up, honey! I need to go wake your sisters." "Okay Mom", I groaned, though after that nice wakeup call I couldn't complain too much. I guess that's why she does it this way. So yeah, my mom is a futa. She was one of the first, the ones who changed just after the Plague that killed all the men. They still don't know why some women change and some don't or what triggers it. I know I like Mom having a cock, though! I don't know what I would do if I didn't get fucked a couple of times per day, and like most futa Mom is constantly horny so that works out great. Mom gave me a kiss and went to wake up my older sister Lily so I went to the bathroom. Mom wakes me up first most days because I have to catch an earlier bus to school but I don't mind. I don't have to wait for anyone else to finish showering, plus I get her biggest load of cum. I could feel her sperm trickle down my legs as I stepped into the shower so I caught a little of it on my fingers and licked it off. Nothing tastes as good as Mom's cum! When I was done in the bathroom Lily was a little impatient from waiting, but she still gave me a kiss and a hug before going in. I heard my little sister Tina moaning in her room so she was awake too. I peeked in and saw her riding Mom's big cock, her small breasts bouncing. Mom was on her back under her, squeezing her own breasts and pinching her nipples, watching her youngest daughter slide up and down on her big cock. Tina only turned eighteen a couple of months back so she's still not used to being fucked regularly and doesn't seem to ever get tired. Lily says she remembers a bit of what things were like before the Plague but I and Tina don't. She was just a few months old then and I hadn't turned two yet. They've taught us in school how things were like and I think everything is much better now. Back then everyone was really uptight about fucking and obviously there were no futa. Men had cocks, but they were tiny! I mean even the biggest ones were really small compared to Mom's and even if hers is pretty big there are plenty who are both thicker and longer. I guess women's pussies were less elastic too, but it still seems like it would be nearly pointless to be fucked by something that was so small. And you could get pregnant without wanting to! That's just crazy! While Lily was in the shower I set the table. I usually wait to get dressed until after breakfast in case I spill something, or in case Mom wants to fuck me again before I go. No such luck today though - I was done with breakfast before Mom and Tina were out of the shower. I could hear them fucking in there again, Tina's impatient cries for Mom to fuck her harder and the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together under the water from the shower. After I put on my school skirt and backpack I said goodbye and left for school, but I was already thinking of when I'd be home again this evening. My teachers and classmates are nice and all, but nobody fucks me like my Mom!

Chapter 2 - Friday In the Futa Future

I was halfway to the bus stop when Amanda and Tall Suzy caught up to me - I'd seen them with the tracker app on my duocles so I'd been walking slow. Amanda was in her school skirt like me, but Tall Suzy was naked as she usually is when the weather is warm. They're both in my class and we usually take the bus together, and sometimes we sleep over with each other's families. I hugged them both, giving Amanda's nipple-ring a little tug and squeezing Suzy's cock. Yeah, she's a futa too since she turned last year. Her cock isn't that big yet, only about a foot when it's hard, but it's still growing, and with how tall she is it will probably be even bigger than Mom's. We made out a little while waiting for the bus, like we always do when there's nothing exciting to talk about. We were all three sitting on the bench with Suzy in the middle, me and Amanda taking turns kissing her while we played with her breasts, stroked her cock and just touched her. Tall Suzy has a great body, really toned and strong, and that smooth dark skin. Not like body-builder big or anything, just nicely athletic. Her cock was starting to go from semi-hard to a full hard-on (like most younger futa she's almost never quite soft) when the bus pulled up. She pouted a bit when we broke off but if we were to wait for the next bus we might be late so there was nothing to be done about it. The bus greeted us all by name and told us there was a wide seat free in the back if we wanted to sit together. I don't know if TrafficAI had been checking up on us through the CityAI cameras or if it was just guessing - I assume it couldn't miss that Tall Suzy was aroused - but either way we weren't going to say no to that. As we walked down the aisle we greeted other girls going to our school or ones we knew from elsewhere. Most were just talking and laughing but as always there were some making out and on one seat a dark-haired girl  was riding a futa who looked enough like her to be her sister, both of them in Judy Climes Memorial white-and-blue skirts. (Most people wear their school skirts and nothing else, like Amanda and me, but some, especially those who have very big breasts, choose a corset or bra instead. Mom said everyone used to wear bras before the plague, that their breasts would sag otherwise. I guess that's another thing that changed.) A few do like Tall Suzy and just wear a hair ribbon in their school colours. Just as the bus had said there was a sideways seat wide enough for three free near the back so we took that, putting Suzy in the middle again. I went back to kissing her and squeezing her breasts - I just love her dark little nipples, they get so hard! But Amanda wasn't content with that anymore; she wen't down on her knees on the floor and wrapped her lips around the tip of Suzy's cock. They locked hands to help her keep steady when the bus moved so I put my hand on Suzy's shaft and started stroking it slowly while Amanda licked and sucked around the tip. Suzy leaned her head back with closed eyes and just breathed. I started kissing the side of her face, her neck and her shoulder while Amanda sucked her big cock, following the pace I set with my hand. Suzy's breathing grew more irregular, turning first into pants and then plaintive moans as my hand and Amanda's mouth started to move faster. When the bus announced the stop before our school Amanda closed her eyes and concentrated, then pushed down, taking Suzy's cock all the way down her throat. Suzy gasped and put her hands on Amanda's head, gripping her blonde pigtails to keep her down there. When Amanda pulled back to draw a breath a thick string of spit connected her lips to the tip of Suzy's cock, and when she dove down on it again Suzy started thrusting up against her mouth, fucking her face with quick, hard thrusts. I squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples, whispering in her ear how much I loved watching her push her cock deep between Amanda's soft pink lips and just as the bus started slowing down for our stop Suzy half-rose from her seat and came hard, crying out as she pumped a big load of cum down Amanda's throat. We barely got off the bus in time, Amanda wiping tears of exertion from her eyes with a big, cum-dripping smile on her face, both of us helping hold Suzy steady as we climbed down onto the side of the street. When we were down Suzy gave each of us a deep kiss in thanks. I love the way she pulls my head back when she kisses me; she's the only one other than some of the teachers who is tall enough to do that. The SchoolAI sent us reminders to our duocles that our first class (AI programming and configuration, ironically) would start in ten minutes, so we hurried to our lockers to leave our backpacks and then on to our classroom. Our AI teacher is Teacher Francine and she doesn't like anyone running late, even though we'll get the transmissions to our duocles just fine even outside the classroom. She used to be a teacher before the Plague so I guess she's a bit old-fashioned. Not that you'd think she was that old when you look at her: she's slim and her hair is still dark, though I guess she has a few grey hairs. But I've seen pictures of how people her age looked before the Plague and compared to that she looks closer to my age! I'm glad we don't get all wrinkly and saggy anymore, that was pretty disgusting. On Fridays we have a double period of AI and that was one reason we wanted to get Suzy off on the bus, because otherwise she starts to get horny and distracted halfway through and Teacher Francine doesn't like that at all. But today she was nice and friendly because everyone was on time and focused all through the programming exercises she and SchoolAI had set up. I noticed Tall Suzy was getting a little antsy towards the end of the class but she really likes AI programming so I guess that helped her focus on the lesson instead of her cock. After the class we had a longer break before our Language period and right away there was a group of girls around Suzy. She's the only futa in our class and not all girls are lucky enough to have one in their family and share their ride to school with one so there are many who take every chance they get to get fucked by one at school. We were barely out of the classroom before she was leaning up against a wall with two mouths slobbering on her cock and one girl on each arm kissing and rubbing up against her. Amanda went to review her notes but I was starting to feel a bit horny so I decided to stay and watch. It only took a couple of minutes before Suzy's cock was rock hard and she picked Sarah McKenzie, one of the kneeling girls, and turned her around and started fucking her from behind. I found a good seat to watch from on a bench in the corridor and pulled my skirt up so I could rub my pussy. Sarah's red curls bounced as Suzy fucked her hard, clearly impatient to cum after nearly two hours without release. I wet my fingers in my mouth and rubbed them slowly along my slit as I watched Suzy's dark skin against Sarah's pale and freckled. Sarah must have been really excited already because she came almost right away, crying out as she collapsed on the floor with one hand buried between her legs to rub her clit as Suzy kept on fucking her. She was quickly replaced by Third Suzy, her face serious as she went down on all fours beside Sarah, pulling her long brown hair off to one side so she could look back. Tall Suzy let go of Sarah and grabbed onto Third Suzy's hips, biting her lip to control herself and not push all the way in at once. I watched Third Suzy's face as Tall Suzy's cock went inside her, a mixture of anticipation, pleasure and impatience clouding it until it was all the way inside and fucking her. From then on she was completely focused, pushing back to meet Tall Suzy's every move, fully intent on maximizing the pleasure for both of them. Third Suzy seems to have a real knack for timing, because just as Tall Suzy threw her head back and came deep inside her with a couple of deep, hard thrusts she came too, making a quiet little gasp as her body shivered. When Tall Suzy slowly pulled out of her she stretched a hand back between her legs to catch the gobs of sperm leaking out of her pussy, licking the sticky mixture off her fingers with closed eyes and a look of pleasure on her ever-so-serious face. At this point I was quite wet and was fucking myself with three fingers while my other hand went between squeezing my breasts, tweaking my nipples and rubbing my clit. When Tall Suzy lay down on the floor and pulled Sarah's sister Patricia on top of her I was almost ready to cum, but I held back a little so I could see the rest. Patricia straddled Tall Suzy and guided her cock inside her with one hand, her knees shaking a little from impatience. Just then I felt a hand on my thigh and when I looked down I found Sarah had crawled in between my legs with an impish look on her face. I smiled and spread my legs for her and she eagerly began to lick my wet pussy. I leaned back and sighed with pleasure, burying one hand in her thick red curls. As she lapped at my clit I watched her sister start to ride Tall Suzy's thick cock, crying out softly each time she took her all the way inside her pussy. Suzy had her hands on her hips, pulling Patricia down and herself up with each thrust, her gaze fixed on the redhead's big, bouncing breasts. I pinched one nipple hard as I watched, and just then Sarah pushed two fingers inside me and began to fingerfuck me and suck on my clit and it didn't take long before I came hard. She fingered me faster, sucking and pressing her tongue against my clit in turns, making my orgasm go on and on and on as I watched her sister fill herself with Suzy's cock again and again. When she cried out that she was cumming that pushed Suzy over the edge and she strained up to fill her pussy with her cock and her cum as she too came, and the sight of that made me cum again, my pussy cramping hard around Sarah's fingers. I think I blacked out for a second, because by the time I looked up again Patricia had been replaced by Rickie, the blonde who transferred to our district a couple of months back. She was riding Suzy slowly and deliberately, sometimes leaning down to kiss her, apparently willing to take her time. I pulled Sarah up so I could kiss her, tasting my pussy on her lips and tongue. We stayed like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the moment of tenderness while we listened to our classmates fucking. Sarah sat down on my knee and we just sat and watched for a while, until it was time for Language class. I'd have to review my notes some other time, but damn if it wasn't worth it!

Chapter 4 - Futa Claus

She's making a list She's checking it twice She's gonna find out who's naughty or nice Futa Claus is coming to town She'll fuck you if you're sleeping She'll fuck you if you're 'wake She'll make you cum if you've been good So be good for goodness sake Yes be good for goodness sake Misty couldn't sleep. It was the night before Christmas and she. Just. Couldn't. Sleep. She had counted sheep, she'd had a glass of warm milk, she'd even tried masturbating just to relax but nothing helped. She had turned her pillow over half a dozen times and tried different positions until she couldn't even remember how she would usually lay when she slept. Tonight she would find out for certain if Futa Claus was real. Her friends and classmates all made fun of her for still believing in Futa Claus even though she'd turned eighteen. "She's just a fairytale for little kids", they'd say, "for children", the words dripping with disdain. They'd sneer and snicker when she refused to give in. The thing was, she'd seen her. Well, sort of. Everyone knew Futa Claus was invisible to anyone who was too young, but one Christmas a few years ago when she'd gone up at night to get a glass of water she'd heard noises from her mother's bedroom, and shen she peeked at the door she'd seen... someone... under the covers with her Mom. Yes, it had been dark, but she knew her mother wasn't seeing anyone and there had been nobody else in the house, and the other person had said that her Mom had been "a very good girl", and who else would say something like that? She'd been transfixed, her heart pounding, but then she'd heard that unfamiliar voice speaking more clearly, as if it had turned towards her, and it had said "Nice girls don't spy", and she'd been absolutely terrified and bolted to her room and hidden under the covers, straining her ears to catch any unfamiliar sounds until she finally fell asleep. The next morning her mother had looked really tired but also really happy and she wanted to ask her but she knew what the answer would be: You'll find out when you're older. That's what her mother always said when Misty asked her about Futa Claus. (In fact, that's how her mother answered most of her questions that weren't about her homework, and sometimes even then.) But even though she knew it hadn't been a dream and that she hadn't imagined it, as the years passed she became less and less sure and even though she refused to say anything else she was secretly doubting her own memories of that night. On the face of it the whole thing was ridiculous, of course. How could a single person visit every single woman in the world in a single night? Even if she was some sort of magical holiday spirit it was impossible. Right? And she still couldn't quite tell if the adults and the older girls were telling the truth or if they were just making fun of her for still believing, which made the whole thing even more frustrating. But now she'd find out for real. If only she could fall asleep so time would pass faster! A moment later Misty was woken up by the smell of peppermint and the feeling of weight on top of her. Warm, soft weight. As her mind sluggishly tried to make sense of the sensations she heard a gentle voice. "Hello Misty." The smell of peppermint became overwhelming as the person on top of her kissed her lips, and then she could taste it as a tongue slipped into her mouth. When the kiss ended Misty opened her eyes but her room was pitch black apart from some soft starlight coming in through her window so she could barely make out the contours of the face in front of her. She saw light hair flowing over naked shoulders, framing a face that lay completely in shadow. No, wait. Her room wasn't nearly as dark as it should have been. There were lights everywhere, tiny, multi-colored lights that pulsed slowly. Like... Christmas lights. "F-Futa Claus?" Misty's couldn't produce more than a soft squeak. "Who else?" The woman on top of her - because by now there was no doubt that she was a woman - seemed to smile as she brushed back Misty's hair. There were so many thoughts going through her head that she couldn't focus on any one of them. Futa Claus was real! And she was here! All the words of the stories and songs made her excited and nervous at the same time - would Futa Claus think she'd been a good girl and reward her or would she think Misty was a bad girl and punish her? She shuddered at the memory of some of the stories where Futa Claus found someone particularly naughty and took away her ability to cum for a whole year, driving the girl mad with frustration. It must have been as if her every thought was written on her face, because just as she opened her mouth to nervously ask one of the thousands of questions rushing through her a finger was placed across her lips. "Hush, Misty. Don't worry. You've been a very good girl." Misty suddenly lost a tension she hadn't realized was there. A sudden urge made her wrap her arms around the woman on top of her - the impossible, mythical, fairy-tale woman. "You're real." That was all she managed to say. "Very real. And now you're going to get your present." Then they were kissing again, Futa Claus' lips and tongue enticing her with their warmth and softness and that impossible peppermint taste, and somehow her pajama top came off and now those lips and tongue were going down her neck, down to her breasts, and she could hardly draw breath when they began to play with her nipples. She buried her fingers in Futa's hair and pushed her chest up towards those sucking lips, that swirling, licking, flicking tongue, and suddenly there was a hand between her legs and she didn't even have time to wonder what had happened to her pajama pants before there was a finger inside her and she gasped as the lips on her nipple sucked hard at the same moment. Then Futa Claus shifted on top of her and she realized that the thing she had thought was a leg was in fact something completely different and she barely had time to be scared before the finger was replaced with something much, much bigger, and as she felt Futa Claus push her cock inside her all she could do was spread her legs and lift herself up to receive her gift. Then Futa was kissing her again, their arms wrapped around each other, Futa's hard nipples pressing against Misty's skin. When Futa shifted her position again and more of her big cock slid inside Misty she almost came right away, but somehow she couldn't. Futa Claus began to thrust with her hips and Misty cried out in pure pleasure as she was fucked for the first time, giving herself over completely to the pleasure. Her whole consciousness focused on the intense sensations radiating from her sex, up through the core of her, through her aching nipples and straight into the back of her brain. Every thrust of that massive, glorious cock sent a wave through her, and as the thrusts came closer and closer and went deeper and deeper she began to moan, then whimper, then cry out every time it entered her. For that eternal minute - hour - week - there was nothing else, nothing but the pure delight of being fucked. Then Futa's mouth was back on her breast and there were fingers on her clit and before she could brace herself she came, intensely, explosively, her whole body arching as her pussy spasmed around that thrusting cock. Just as she was starting to come down she felt it twitch inside her and thrust deeper and harder than before and as she came again she felt herself being filled with Futa's hot cum. After that all she could do was gasp for breath, her skin covered in sweat from the exertion. Futa Claus cradled her and placed soft peppermint kisses on her face and neck as she slowly recovered. When she felt Futa's cock slip out of her she weakly reached for it, shivering slightly when she realized that even when it was half back to being flaccid she couldn't quite reach around it with her hand. That was just inside me and it felt awesome. "Already eager for more?" Futa's voice was teasing but kind. Misty giggled, but then she lost her nerve. "Don't you, uh, have to, like, visit a lot of others?" Futa kissed her cheek. "Don't worry about that, Misty. We have all night." A kiss on her neck. Misty's heart leaped at that. "So you'll... stay? A little longer?" "Yes. All night." Another kiss, this time on her lips, and she felt Futa's cock begin to swell in her hand. "And this is a very long night." They kissed again. "Merry Christmas, Misty."

Chapter 1 - Charlotte's Birthday Present

C: Welcome to Madame Shaftsbury's. How may I be of service? A: Well, uhm, yes, I... We'd like to purchase one of your, uhm, products. D: A cock. A: Charlotte! Uhm, yes. That. C: What kind are you looking for, ma'am? D: A big one. A: Please Charlotte! You're embarrassing me! D: A properly big one. One that shoots lots of cum. A: Charlotte, please! C: I see. For whom is it intended? D: Me. Or, to use on me. Auntie shall be wearing it. A: Please, Charlotte. C: So this unit will be exclusively for... D: For me. Auntie won't be fucking anyone else. A: Charlotte! D: Auntie, please be quiet. A: But this is so embarrassing! D: As I was saying, it's only for her to use on me. C: How often will you be using it? D: At least three times a day, I'd think. That's how often I masturbate now, or have the servants fuck me with a strapon, but both are getting rather tedious. I want to try the real thing. C: And you wanted a sizable one, miss? D: Yes. I've brought these for comparison. *the sound of a bag unzipping followed by three solid, intimidating thumps* A: *embarrassed whimpers* C: Very good. We can find several brands that match these. D: Excellent. And the cum? C: There are multiple models available depending on frequency of use, desired volume, and other criteria. D: Like I said, I want to do it at least three times a day. More on the weekends, I suppose. Let's say up to five or six times per day. A: *gasps* C: If you're willing to accept a two-hour recovery period we have several competitively priced models you can choose from. D: Two hours between each fuck or between each full load of cum? C: Two hours between each load, miss. The recovery period of the erection is typically shorter. D: How much shorter? C: Fifteen to thirty minutes is common for ones of this approximate size, though there are models that bring it down to five. D: Fifteen minutes should be fine, but I don't think I'd want to have to wait for half an hour. A: Can we please leave? D: Be quiet, Auntie. It's my birthday and Mother told me I could have whatever I wanted that cost less than the car I got last year. Do you want me to tell her you said no? A: ...No. D: Then stop interrupting me. Just sit over there and be quiet. A: A-alright. D: Good. Finally. Yes, where were we? C: A fifteen minute recovery time for the erection, two hours for the full load of cum. Most models will allow the release of a partial load. D: Good. Is there anything else we should consider? C: There's the question of neural feedback, the level of pleasure for the wearer. D: Oh, we don't need to worry about that. This is for my enjoyment, not hers. Whatever's cheapest. C: Very well. Most models come with remote controls to prevent over-use, but perhaps that's not an issue in this case? D: I shouldn't think so. C: Then I will bring you some samples. Just a moment, miss. *the sound of heavy objects being put back into a bag which is then zipped closed* D: Auntie, hold this. A: Yes, Charlotte. C: Here we are, miss. These all have the features you asked for. D: Excellent. Let's see. Huh. This one looks a bit weird, doesn't it? C: The Darlington X-5 does have an unorthodox design that emphasizes tip size and it has a unique rotary function that is quite pleasant. It has a triple-sized load with a two hour recharge time and a twenty minute recovery period from release to full erection. D: And the drawbacks? C: The release function only allows for full loads or half-loads, so there's a minimum one hour resting period between ejaculations. D: That's not ideal. This one then? C: This is the Crixton Standard Double, miss. As you can see it has a more naturalistic look, and while the load is only double-sized the recovery period is only one hour and it allows for partial releases. However, the erectile recovery is quite slow at forty minutes from release to full erection, though it's only fully flaccid for half that time. D: That's not great either. And this one? It looks quite nice. C: This is the Carmen Broadsword. It's a little more expensive than the other two, but as you can see it outsizes both of them in length as well as girth, and it can store two triple-sized loads with a double release possible. D: What's the recharge time? C: Thirty minutes per load, and the erectile recovery is guaranteed to be less than five minutes. D: So if you go for the single release... C: It can deliver two triple-sized ejaculations per hour, close together if so desired, though intense use can increase the load recovery time by up to fifteen minutes. D: But not the erection recovery? C: That should always remain below five minutes, as long as the unit is allowed a full eight hour recharge between every sixteen hours usage period. D: That sounds acceptable. Are there any drawbacks? Other than the price, I mean. C: Well, it comes with double sensitivity as the standard setting and reducing that requires customization that will unfortunately increase the price quite substantially. D: Double sensitivity? C: The wearer will experience stimulation at twice the level of a natural member, miss. D: That sounds like a lot. C: For most wearers it's considered a feature, miss. D: I see that, but won't it tire her out quicker? I want her to be able to keep going for a long time. C: There's an optional feature to prolong user stamina through the release of certain proprietary hormones into the ejaculate. D: There's something in the cum? C: Yes, miss. Ingesting one medium load - that's one third of the unit's standard delivery - will typically allow for another full hour of vigorous physical activity. D: Huh. Why is it in the cum and not delivered directly from the unit to the wearer? C: There are various technical reasons, but this delivery method also allows for others than the wearer to make use of this feature, though the effect is stronger on the wearer. D: Just to make sure I'm understanding you correctly: If she eats some of her cum she'll be able to keep fucking me longer? C: In essence, miss. D: Interesting. And if I do it it will affect me the same way? C: The effect is not as strong, but very noticable. There are some synergies between the unit and the hormones that will be lost when the ejaculate is consumed by someone other than the wearer, miss. D: Huh. But this is not a standard feature? C: Sadly not, but it's among the standard suite of optional features. D: So it's not terribly expensive? C: It adds 20 % to the cost of the base unit, miss. D: That's not too bad. This is the base price? C: Yes, miss. D: It's a lot less than the car. Mother will be pleased. C: Very good, miss. I'm required to inform you that with a unit of this size, a first-time wearer may experience some balance issues. D: I'm sure she'll manage. Do we need to install it here? C: That is recommended, especially with more feature rich models like this one. D: Very well. Auntie? A: Are we leaving now? D: Just as soon as you pay the nice lady. A: Oh god, we're really doing this? D: I haven't stood here for fifteen minutes looking at cocks only to not get one. A: Oh god. D: Mother gave you her card, didn't she? A: Oh god. D: Just hand it here. A: Oh god. D: I assume someone will help with the fitting? C: We have excellent service staff who will assist with the installation as well as a baseline test. D: Good. And if there are any issues? C: There's a two year warranty, and on-site service every six months is included in the price. D: Excellent. Auntie, go with the nice girl. A: What? Oh god. D: How long will this take? C: The fitting itself only takes a minute or two but the test run can take a bit longer. D: I'd like to see how she handles it. Is there any chance I can view the testing? C: Of course, miss. We have a room in the back if you'd like some privacy. D: Oh, that's not necessary. We can do it out here. C: Very well. Ah, here we are. D: Auntie? How does it feel? A: Oh god, this is so weird. D: Just try walking with it. A: Oh god. Wait, help! *the thud of a body hitting the floor* D: *tut-tutting sounds* C: Help ma'am to the chair over there. J: Here you go, ma'am. A: Oh god. D: It's getting hard already. Is that normal? C: It's a common reaction with the more sensitive models, miss. D: So we can try it out now? C: Yes. Do you want to do it yourself or should I have my assistant handle it? D: She can do it. I'd like to observe how it works. C: Very well, miss. Janine, if you please? J: Yes, ma'am. *slurping sounds* D: Oh, she takes it down quite well! I assume she gets a lot of practice. C: Quite a lot, yes. D: How does that feel, Auntie? A: Oh god! Oh god, that feels so good! D: I should hope so, having your cock half the way down a pretty girl's throat. J: *choking sounds* D: Auntie! Don't suffocate the poor girl! A: Oh god, I can't stop! I need to cum! D: I don't care, Auntie! Let her go this instant! J: *breathless* Thank you, miss. D: She's not going to do that to me, is she? C: Her control will improve quickly, miss. First-time wearers with higher sensitive units can be overly enthusiastic for the first two or three days but it usually passes, miss. D: Better have her practice on the servants first, then. C: That is indeed our recommendation, miss. D: Well then, let's see how she handles fucking. C: Janine? Bend over the counter here, please. D: Auntie? Come over here and fuck the pretty girl, please. A: O-okay, I'll... Help! *the sound of a body hitting the floor for a second time* D: For god's sake. Here, Auntie, take my arm. A: I'm sorry, Charlotte, but this thing is so heavy! D: You'll get used to it. Here you go, doesn't that pussy look enticing? A: Y-yes... D: Then fuck it, Auntie. Fuck the pretty store girl so I can see how you handle your new cock. A: *grunts, then sighs with pleasure* J: *makes similar sounds* D: That's only halfway. Go deeper, Auntie. A: *gasps* J: *whimpers, then moans* *the sound of hips slapping against a pert behind* D: That's better! Keep going, Auntie. *fucking sounds intensify* A: Oh god! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! D: Already? Then pull out, for god's sake! I want to see the size of the load. A: Oh god! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! *the wet sounds of thick liquid spattering over bare skin* D: Oh! That's quite a lot. C: Triple-sized load, as per the specifications, miss. D: Very nice. C: As you say, miss. D: I assume she'll last longer once she's had some practice? C: That is how it usually goes, miss. D: Good. That cum looks very natural. C: It's one of the brand's selling points, miss. D: I can see why it would be. A: *quivering moans between heavy gasps* D: So it can produce one of these loads... C: Every thirty minutes, or one twice as large every hour, miss. And if both are charged... D: They can be relased together. Very nice indeed. C: It's a popular model, miss. A: *slowly softening moans* D: She's still going. C: Indeed, miss. D: I think I'll be enjoying this birthday present quite a lot. C: It's our hope you will be happy with your purchase, miss. D: Janine, was it? J: Miss? D: Just hold still so I can get some of this off your back and feed it to Auntie. J: Very well, miss. D: Thank you. Here you go, Auntie. A: *slurping sounds* D: How does it taste, Auntie? A: So good. *slurping sounds* D: There's no need to suck the fingers off my hand, Auntie. There's plenty more there on Janine's back. A: *more slurping sounds* D: *smacks her lips* Yes, the taste is quite agreeable. C: I'm glad to hear it, miss. D: I guess that's all, then. Come on, Auntie! We're leaving now. A: What?! I can't go out like this! I'm hard again! Can't I, uhm, use the girl one more time to get it down? D: We don't have time for that, Auntie. We'll deal with it when we get home. Or you can jerk off in the car, I suppose. A: B-b-but... someone could see me! Someone I know! D: Oh, I'm fairly sure everyone you know will see you with your cock hard soon enough. You'll get used to it. Come on now! A: *sputters* D: I'm going to the car now so you'd better come along unless you want to take a cab. Or walk. A: No! Wait, I'm coming! D: Not as much as you will be. A: Wait up! C: Thank you for shopping at Madame Shaftsbury's!

Chapter 0 - Mousie's patreon shoot

Mousie’s patreon had been struggling the last few months. When she started she had released some really daring sets to lure people in but with a decline in quality interest had faltered. I have to turn this around, Mousie thought. She always wanted to be a model and had really enjoyed the attention she had gotten from her pictures. Reading the praise from her patreon supporters always made her horny. But she just hadn’t infested the money and the time to do it properly the last few months. Well this month would be different she had hired a professional photographer and chose one of her sexiest outfits. The day of the shoot had arrived and Mousie felt anxious. She had never shot in front of a stranger before. The doorbell rang and she rushed to open the door. When she opened the door she saw a young man maybe 25 years old with a big bag over his shoulders. Can I help you, she asked. I am the photographer he replied. This surprised Mousie she had found him online. On his website he had showed of samples of his work and she had really enjoyed his photos. But seeing the erotic nature of the pictures she had expected to be a woman’s work. Oh yeah come right. As Mousie led him to the living room she got a little bit exited for a stranger to see her so intimate. I wanted to shoot some photos here and some in the bedroom at the end of the hall. Let me just set up the lights in here and then I am ready to start, he informed her. Let me get dressed or rather undressed and then I am ready, Mousie joked. Mousie had chosen a one piece that was almost al mesh. She had one some pasties to cover her nipples. She had to keep her legs closed or her pussy would show. The G-string completed her outfit. As she inspected herself in the mirror she thought she looked amazing. She covered herself in a bathrobe and went to the living room. You ready she asked. He nodded. She threw the bathrobe aside and her heart thundered as she sat on the couch. What type of photos do you want to take, he asked. She told him about her patreon and showed some of her older photos. The shoot quickly got underway and he helped with posing. These were some of her best photos. After some 30 minutes they both agreed that they had the photos they wanted in the living room. Mousie had noticed his bulge a while ago but hadn’t mentioned it. She was enjoying herself they took some great photos and wasn’t it the point of these photos to be sexy. In the bedroom Mousie had to wait for him to setup the lights again. Do you have any further suggestions, she asked. He hesitated, I would take of the pasties you can basically see everything in this outfit anyway. Mousie thought about and decided why not if she didn’t like it she could just delete those photos anyway. When they started shooting again Mousie was feeling herself like never before. She kept glancing at his bulge wondering how big he was. She decided to be bold and asked, are you enjoying yourself. She grinned when he went completely red. I don’t mind it. Do you want some help with that. He seemed frozen so Mousie crawled towards the end of the bed. She undid his pants and pulled them down together with his underpants. A thick 7 inch cock flopped out. Mousie grinned wickedly, is that because of me, she teased. She grabbed his cock and started slowly jerking him. He groaned in delight. Do you want me to put it in my mouth. He nodded weakly. She put the head in her mouth and swirled her tong around the tip. He whimpered and put his hand on the back of her head and guided his cock further inside. Mousie started gaging halfway but he didn’t relent and she didn’t stop him. After a moment he released her tears where streaking her face. Still holding his camera he decided to take a picture of the beautiful mess that was her face. She laid with her back on the mattress and her head hanging of and asked in a sultry voice, do you want to fuck my face? He didn’t hesitate and guided his dick inside again and started to mercilessly get to work. He tried to go deeper every time while Mousie gagged beneath him. Her face became a mess of tears and spit but she didn’t mind. Mousie loved to get used and the rougher the better. After a while he pulled out and said I got to fuck that round ass of yours. Mousie needed a minute to catch her breath. Meanwhile he was taking some quick pictures. Lube is in the top drawer she said. She turned around and went face down ass up pulled the G-string aside and waited like a  good girl. He put some lube on her hole and started to finger her open. Please just stick it in she pleaded. He quickly complied and pushed his cock inside. She was tight and she groaned mightily but she didn’t ask him to stop. After a few seconds she even started pushing back. They quickly had a steady rhythm going. He spanked her ass while he was fucking her till she was beet red. He grabbed his camera again and took some photos. A little later they changed positions Mousie laid back on the matrass whit her legs over her head as he kept slamming into her tight asshole. She was rubbing her clit furiously and moaning like a woman possessed. So close she croaked. When she came her asshole clenched bringing him to the brink. He quickly pulled out. She got on her knees in front of him with her tongue out she waited for her reward. He came showering her with his cum. She was a mess he quickly took some more photos. She smiled broadly, I think we are done for today. I am exited to see how the photos turn out. After having cleaned herself up she sent her photographer on his way. He would edit the pictures and sent them to her. She would choose the ones she liked and post them on patreon.  

Chapter 4 - Waking Up With Mom and Guests

The next morning I woke up in Mom's bed. That's where we had all ended up last night, after showering (and fucking in the shower), having dinner (and fucking after clearing the table) and watching a couple of movies (with a little bit of fucking between and during those). Sometimes Mom likes to watch a movie from before the Plague, usually one of those "romantic comedies". I think they're mostly pointless as they're always about two people who love each other but don't want to say it, or one of them loves the other and the other doesn't and the first person doesn't want to say anything or something else stupid. Some of them have bits that are funny though, and sometimes it can be fun just to see how weird the world was back then when people wore lots of clothes and everyone drove cars all the time and worried about money. Mom doesn't like it when we watch things about before the Plague without supervision because she says they'll confuse us. I think she's a little bit ashamed of how people acted back then even though she wasn't that old, and it's not like she was the one who started wars or hit people or put toxic stuff in the air and water. But she's kinda right about them being confusing because they talk weird and sometime the Language subtitles don't quite work. Anyway I mostly watch "horror" movies where there's a weird monster or crazy person killing everyone and those I can mostly understand, even if they're scary and the people in them are stupid because they're story stupid and not before-the-Plague-weird stupid, mostly. Anyway, we also watched this cool science adventure "Mars Needs People" about some women on a space station who were tracking comets to see if they could send water to Mars to build a colony there. So after that we went to her bed and fucked some more and then we fell asleep. The last thing I remember was stroking Mom's cock while we both watched Suzy fuck Liz again, though I vaguely recall waking up during the night from Mom and Liz fucking. It could have been a dream or maybe I dreamed it again later because one time I think they were on the space station and fucking in zero G, just like the scientists in the movie. When I woke up the others were still sleeping. I was on Mom's arm, only we'd rolled apart a bit and I had my back to her. When I was awake enough to stretch and look turn around I saw she was still asleep on her back, her breasts shifting slightly with her breathing and her cock big and hard. Liz and Suzy were also sleeping, Suzy cradling her little sister from behind. When they shifted a little I saw Suzy's cock was inside Liz' pussy - I don't know if they always sleep like that or if this was unusual but it looked so nice. I know I love waking up from Mom fucking me and falling asleep with her inside me would be lovely too! But she won't let us sleep in her bed on weeknights because she doesn't want to keep us up so we're tired for school. We often sleep in her bed during breaks and sometimes on the weekends if we're not visiting with some other family or there are others visiting us, but usually we have to wake her up then rather than the other way around. I guess she gets horny during the night and has to take care of that so she doesn't get as much sleep. I heard the TidyBot whirring in the living room so I knew it was still pretty early. I decided to let the others sleep in a bit and went out to make myself some breakfast and catch up on the Circuit activity on my duocles. I had some messages from Lily and Tina and some friends from school so I sent replies and chatted a bit with some of them while I ate. Then I played some games and caught up on a bit of school work before going back into Mom's bedroom. Mom was still sleeping, but Liz and Suzy were awake, at least halfway. They were still in the same position, both on their side with Suzy holding Liz from behind, but now they were moving slowly, Suzy's cock sliding in and out of her sister's tight pussy. I lay down on the bed and cuddled with Liz as Suzy fucked her, kissing her, stroking her braided hair, caressing her face, her shoulder, her thigh. Suzy had her arms around her and was kissing her neck as she fucked her softly and gently. Liz' eyes were unfocused but she had a smile on her lips as she held onto her sister's arms. I crawled up to Mom and snuggled close to her, leaving the two sisters to their morning ritual. I was just thinking I should wake up Mom when she sighed softly and shifted, giving me a kiss on the forehead. "Good morning, sweetie. Did you sleep well?" "Yes Mom. I think I got more sleep than you did." I smiled at her and gave her a proper kiss as she laughed softly and pulled me close. "I didn't want to wake you, and Liz said last night it would be okay if I fucked her during the night. I hope we didn't wake you?" "Just for a minute or so. It was nice seeing you enjoying yourselves." She pulled herself up against the headboard to watch Liz and Suzy who were fucking faster now. They rolled over with Suzy on top of Liz, the younger spreading her legs as the older fucked her from behind. I trailed my fingers over Mom's tummy, my head resting on her breast. When she started stroking her cock I let my hand join hers and together we could just about reach all the way around it. Liz started gasping and twitching, obviously cumming hard. Suzy kept on fucking her, driving her cock into her little sister's pussy over and over as the younger girl kept cumming for what seemed like several minutes, and it wasn't until near the end that Suzy came as well, her hips bucking hard as she pumped her sister full of her sperm. By then Mom was flushed and breathing hard so when Liz and Suzy rolled back and cuddled again, Suzy's cock still deep inside Liz, I kissed her again and asked if she wanted to give me my regular morning fuck. "I know I'm already awake but I could pretend to be sleeping if you'd like." I winked at her to let her know I was joking and she made a face but then she laughed. "Oh, I think I can manage to fuck my daughter even if she is awake. In fact, I seem to remember doing so several times just last night." "Well, if you're sure then..." I gave her a quick kiss, then rolled over on my stomach, putting one of the pillows under my hips to lift my ass up. I spread my legs and grabbed my ankles with my hands, and I didn't have to wait long before Mom was kneeling behind me, sliding the tip of her long, thick cock along my wet slit. I shivered in anticipation - usually I'm asleep when she first enters me which makes me miss out on that wonderful sensation, so I was going to enjoy this as much as I could. Having taken me like this so many times Mom was an expert at judging how fast she could enter me without causing me discomfort so her smooth penetration was heavenly. It only took her a few thrusts before she was buried to the hilt in my pussy, laying down on top of me and whispering sweet, loving words in my ears as she just rested there, the weight and heat of her body covering me like a heavy blanket of love. When she began to move her hips with tiny little rocking motions I came almost right away, my excitement so strong from anticipation and watching Liz and Suzy. Mom held me tight all through my orgasm, her hips still making those soft little thrusts that were driving me wild. When I started to come down I recovered the grip on my ankles that I had dropped during my orgasm and Mom grabbed hold of my shoulders. Then she started fucking me for real, her huge cock filling me completely each time she shoved it inside me, her full breasts and hard nipples dragging across my back. I don't know if Liz and Suzy were awake and watching us or if they had gone back to sleep, though I imagine it would have been hard to sleep through the rocking bed and me and Mom gasping and moaning. It didn't take long before I was close to cumming again but Mom was racing me there. Her breath was ragged and she was making the impatient moans I knew meant she wanted so badly to cum but wasn't quite there yet so I tried to gather my wits and spoke as well as I could between ragged breaths. "Fuck me, Mom! Fuck me hard! I love it when you fuck me! Fill me with your big hard cock! I want to feel your cum inside me! Shoot your load deep in my pussy, Mom! Do it! Do it now! Cum inside me!" And she did, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her hips bucked wildly, her cock twitching and pulsing inside me as she filled me with her cum. Making my mother cum made me cum as well, crying out with each spurt of sperm she put inside me, each thrust sending another shockwave through me. She calmed down slowly, gasping for air, almost sobbing, her hips bucking irregularly, sending another set of miniature orgasms through me. I could only lay there, my breathing ragged as if I had run a marathon, until Mom collapsed beside me, pulling me with her so her cock stayed inside me. I started drifting off to sleep again and I could hear Mom's breaths growing slower and steadier as well. I smiled to myself, thinking I'd get to wake up later with my mother's cock inside me later, the way I like it best.

Chapter 5 - Ruth, Campus Futa

"Hey! Hey cockgirl!" Ruth tried to pretend she hadn't heard. She was already late for class and most girls were content to just call after her if she just ignored them, so she continued to hurry across the quad. "Hey! I'm talking to you!" Apparently this was not one of those girls. Ruth tried to keep the frustration out of her voice and forced a neutral expression onto her face as she turned. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm late for class and I didn't hear you." The tall dark-haired girl was a typical cocky sophomore, experienced enough to think she knew everything but still with a lot to prove to the older students. She wore tight shorts and a top that was skimpy enough to be provocative without getting her into any real trouble, and the way she sneered seemed well practiced and was closely mirrored by the two shorter similarly dressed blondes who flanked her on either side. Ruth had hoped that being in a hurry would let her off the hook, but not this time. From the way they looked at her it was clear that these girls clearly knew their rights and were fully willing to use and abuse them. Futas had been allowed into higher education for the first time only two years earlier, and there were a lot of restrictions on them that regular girls didn't have to put up with. Even though they weren't technically property anymore futas were still expected to be submissive and obedient towards others, and this was doubly true in situations where they hadn't previously been admitted at all. Most still saw them as nothing more than sex toys, and it seemed the rules here were made explicitly to reinforce that stereotype. The regulations for clothing was just one example. Futas weren't allowed to wear anything that would "cover, obscure, or otherwise restrict access to their primary attributes" - that last euphemism was a typical way of referring to a futa's breasts and penis, showing exactly what role they were supposed to have. Consequently, Ruth couldn't wear any normal clothes at all apart from socks and shoes. Furthermore, futas had to be "prevented from using their extremities to restrict such access", meaning she wasn't to be able to run away or cover herself with her hands. That meant that whenever she left her dorm she had to be hobbled and wear an arm sheath, though thankfully one she could get into and out of herself, albeit with considerable difficulty. She carried her books and other materials in a canvas bag whose strap she could get over one shoulder even when properly attired, even if she couldn't get somone in her dorm to help her. "Oh really? Is the little cockgirl late for class?" They had caught up to her now and were standing in a loose half-circle in front of her. "Why don't you run then?" The girls laughed at the weak joke, more from pure meanness than any sense of humor. Ruth didn't answer. She knew that talking back would only provoke them more, and if they got bored they might let her go. "Pussy got your tongue?" The two blondes laughed for real at that. The girl was fondling Ruth's breasts now, and she was trying hard not to squirm. They weren't very big, but the way the arm sheath forced her shoulders back also forced her chest forward, something her tormentor was taking full advantage of. "You like to eat pussy, don't you? Or perhaps you prefer to suck cock?" The girl made a face as if she was suddenly having an idea, putting on an affected voice. "Hey, why don't you give us a little demonstration?" Ruth's heart sank. She would be very, very late. --- XXX --- When she finally made it to the lecture hall there was less than fifteen minutes remaining of professor Swanson's lecture. Ruth had considered just going back to the dorm but she wanted to show the professor that she had at least tried. Managing the door while wearing the arm sheath was second nature to her by now so she had hoped to be able to slip in quietly, but just as she had worked her head out from under the strap of her bag and was about to sit down the professor called out her name. "Ruth, please come down here." With burning cheeks she mad her way down the stairs to the front of the hall, the gaze of at least a hundred students following her every step. She could hear the whispers and giggles following her, and twice girls reached out to grope her as she passed them. "Ruth, please inform the other students why you were late?" Professor Swanson, a serious-looking woman in her early forties, held out the microphone she had been using so Ruth could be heard clearly. "I... I was requested to p-provide entertainment for three fellow students, ma'am." "What form of entertainment?" Ruth felt her cheeks burn even hotter. It was one thing to be treated as a plaything, that she was used to, but having to talk about it in front of the whole class? "Uh, one count of autofellatio until climax and two c-counts of cunnilingus, ma'am." This statement caused a wave of whispers across the hall, which the professor silenced with a severe look. "And did you perform these acts in public?" "O-only the first, ma'am." The girls had made her suck herself off right there in the quad, many other students passing by and commenting or just stopping to watch, but then they had commanded her to follow them to an empty classroom for the rest. The leader had watched and fingered herself as the two blondes made Ruth go down on them. "The reason I ask you to recount this is that not all students are used to futas and some are unfamiliar with the rules and regulations regarding public conduct in conjunction with their presence." The professor was directing herself entirely to the rest of the room now, Ruth standing beside her feeling awkward and humiliated. "Futas are required to be naked, but this does not mean the rules against public nudity are suspended for anyone else. Likewise, futas are required to perform any requested sexual activities" - this caused another wave of excited whispers - "but again, this does not mean this allows anyone else to behave indecently." The professor turned back to Ruth. "Please inform your fellow students of the relevant details of regulation 12-8-4, section c." Ruth took a deep breath and gathered her thoughts. "Any futa may be requested to perform..." Professor Swanson interrupted her. "They know that already since I just told them. I asked for the relevant details." Ruth blushed fiercely as several girls in the room giggled at her blunder. "I-I'm sorry, ma'am. Anyone may touch a futa in any way they desire so long as it does not cause harm or more than temporary discomfort. This does not void any relevant dress code or other code of conduct, specifically as relates to p-public masturbation." That last bit was another form of institutionalized discrimination against futas, as it referred to the fact that having a futa go down on you or fuck you was considered masturbation rather than sex. With a sinking heart Ruth realized that just talking about these things, even in this humiliating situation, had made her cock start to swell and stiffen. "Give us some specific examples." Ruth forced herself not to sigh. "K-kissing is considered touching and not sexual on the part of the g-girl. Futas are only allowed to use their mouths on such parts of the body as are n-normally allowed to be e-exposed." Professor Swanson made an impatient noise so Ruth hurriedly continued. "Uh, s-specifically, a girl is allowed to use her mouth on a f-futas primary attributes-" The professor took back the microphone. "I can tell this isn't going to work. We'll need to demonstrate." She surveyed the room. "Miss Geer, you're from Los Angeles, correct? Good. You should have enough experience. Please come down here." Ruth burned with shame as a tall, lithe blonde in a short skirt and loose top stepped onto the dais beside her, reducing her to a mere prop. "If you would be so kind as to give us a demonstration of the finer points of public person-futa interaction." The girl grinned, apparently much happier at being the center of attention than Ruth had ever been, and she spoke loudly and clearly enough that she didn't need the mike. "Basically, anything you want to do to her, you can." Standing behind her, the blonde Californian let her hands roam over Ruth's naked body, and feeling her hands on her breasts and rapidly stiffening cock were almost as humiliating as the way the girl talked about her as if she wasn't there. She even pushed her fingers into Ruth's mouth as she continued, and Ruth cursed herslf for reflexively starting to suck them. "The two big exceptions are that you can't do anything that will leave a mark that lasts for more than a few minutes and you don't get to break any other rules about how to act in public." Now her touches went from being casually invasive to rough and painful. "But you still have a lot of latitude." To demonstrate she squeezed one of Ruth's breasts hard enough to make her gasp, then slapped it when she released it. She repeated the same maneuver with her other breast and then with her balls, making Ruth cry out in pain. "Just don't leave any bruises and you're good." She grabbed a fistful of Ruth's red hair and pulled her head back sharply, pinching her nipple and nipping at her neck with her teeth. Then she released her as suddenly as she had grabbed her and stepped around to lean back against the Professor's desk, speaking directly to Ruth for the first time. "Kiss my feet." Her face furiously red, Ruth kneeled before her tormentor, then hesitated. Normally when someone requested this they would lift their feet but Miss Greer apparently had other preferences as she kept hers planted firmly on the ground, so Ruth had to lower herself further down, her sheathed arms sticking out behind her and her rock-hard cock pressing against her body as she started kissing the girl's sneakers. She had expected this to be quickly replaced by some further humiliation, but apparently the blonde enjoyed this so much that she forgot to go on until professor Swanson cleared her throat. "Oh, right. Continue up my leg." Ruth had no choice but to obey, planting soft kisses along the inside of Miss Greer's tanned, lithe leg, looking up at her for instruction. When she reached the hem of the girl's skirt she stopped. Despite the embarrassing situation she found herself eager for more. "If I wanted to go further I'd have to bring her somewhere private. Although there are some loopholes?" She looked a question to the professor, who pursed her lips, then shrugged, apparently drawing the conclusion that they would all find out sooner or later. Miss Greer grinned and Ruth's heart skipped a beat. Earlier she had hoped nobody would figure this out for a while longer, but now she found herself grateful for the opportunity. "Technically, what's not allowed is just being exposed, so if you're careful you can get away with a lot more." She stood up and reached under her skirt to wiggle out of her panties, stepping out of them as they fell around her ankles, then leaned back again. "Cover my pussy with your mouth." Ruth heard surprised and excited gasps from the students, and even the professor's glare only partially silenced them. Again, Ruth had no choice but to obey, but now she no longer had any desire not to. She opened her mouth wide and pushed it up against the girl's crotch under the short skirt. She couldn't tell if it was the blonde's natural scent or the fact that her cock was throbbing with excitement that did it, but her mouth was watering. Miss Greer looked down on her with a triumphant grin, and while Ruth knew that should have been a further humiliation but right now all she could feel was a lust-mingled desire to please and obey. "That's right, pet. You know what to do." And she did. Miss Greer lifted her skirt up, and Ruth, careful to keep her mouth covering the girl's pussy, started to use her tongue on her already hard clit, lapping up and swallowing the juices flowing from her sex. It only took a few minutes before Miss Greer's eyes grew unfocused and she grabbed hold of Ruth's head to steady herself as she came, releasing a further squirt of liquid into Ruth's mouth. She continued to work her mouth, lapping softly while looking up at her mistress. In return she got a pat on the head and a genuine smile, which made her glow with pride. As Miss Greer put her panties on again, careful to keep herself covered until they were back in place, she spoke to the class again. "The best way to handle a futa is to be firm but kind. They respond well to authority, but if you don't give them anything back" - here she stroked Ruth's red curls, and Ruth couldn't help but rub her head against her hand - "they tend to grow sullen and unresponsive." Professor Swanson glanced at the clock. "Thank you for that excellent demonstration, Miss Greer. That's all the time we have for today. Please read chapter four before next week's lecture - that's before, not during, Miss Peterson - and as usual you are welcome to contact me during my usual office hours." The other students collected their things and started to leave but professor Swanson gestured for Ruth and Miss Greer to stay behind, to the clear disappointment of some of their classmates who cast longing glances at the kneeling futa and envious ones at the blonde stroking her hair. "I would like some further demonstrations in my office. If you'll both just follow me..."

Chapter 0 - Prologue: The Pitch

"This is the moment when you decide if you truly want to be a star." She had practiced this speech many, many times. "If you're willing to pay the price, I will make you rich and famous." Most times it worked, and when it didn't, well, you can't win them all. "But you have to understand that this is a two-way street. Talented as you are, there are many more out there who want what you want, what you could have." Flattery and temptation tempered by a little deprecation to introduce enough doubt in their own ability to make them willing to go along. "You know I play fair. You have talked to your friends and they have all told you the same thing: I'm a woman of my word. Once we sign this contract, everything you want will be yours." Show them the prize, convince them that they can have it. "But you will have to hold up your end too. If you cross me, if you fail to fulfill your duties..." She snapped her fingers. "It all goes away again." Honesty was the key, really. "Before we go any further, I want to make sure you realize what that means." For this part she had several variants tailored to the type of girl she was talking to. This one got the cartoon treatment. "I will give you three examples. Do you know Princess Eilonwy? I see you've heard of her. She was consistently late to her appointments and generally tried to avoid doing her part in our exchange. She was once one of the most famous princesses and now... Well, she realized her mistake and she's working very hard to redeem herself." Of course she knew that everyone that wanted to be a princess had heard of Eilonwy. Asking was just another way to make them feel like they were already on the inside. "Then how about Princess Plucky? No? Well, there's a reason for that." That wouldn't work on anyone who was truly skeptical, but those who were truly skeptical wouldn't come to her in the first place. "As for Dumbo, let's just say he didn't always use to be an elephant. Or a 'he' at all." The princess-wannabes usually couldn't imagine anything worse than not being a pretty girl. "I'm sure your friends have also told you the kind of service I require from my clients. I charge a very fair rate according to the customs of whatever realm you inhabit, but I also want certain favors." If they blushed at this point she knew she had them. That meant they knew what she was talking about and had decided they were going to do it. If they didn't... Well, there were still ways to convince them. "What they may not have told you is that this will be an ongoing relationship. When I call, you will come. That is the deal." A few would balk at this, but she had found it was much better to be frank and upfront about what they were getting themselves into than to spend time and effort on coralling contrary clients. "As you know I have many other clients so I probably won't call on you more than a few times a year, at least not if you do well. Some girls think I will pass them over if they don't please me well enough. That is a mistake." She would pause to let that sink in. "So that is the deal. Wealth and fame in exchange for a bit of service, or we shake hands and say goodbye and you go back home." That usually cinched it. To go back home was what they wanted least of all. The few who walked out at this point wouldn't have made for good clients anyway, and those who stayed were willing to do whatever it took. "Still here? Then sign here, here, and here. Good." "Now strip."

Chapter 8 - Family

When I woke up Saturday morning we were all still tangled in a big heap. I stayed still there and just enjoyed being in bed with my sisters and Penny, thinking back on the week and how happy I was that Mom would be home later today. When I thought about her coming home and fucking me I started to get horny but when I tried to slide over towards Penny I kind of woke everybody up. That led to a lot of cuddling and then some making out, and pretty soon I was leaning back against Lily while she fingered me and we both watched Penny fuck Tina from behind. When Penny shot her load in Tina's pussy I came too, and when Penny continued to fuck her Tina didn't last much longer. I crawled down to lick Lily's pussy and soon Tina joined me, and while we took turns going down on our big sister Penny fucked us from behind, going from me to Tina and back again. When Tina came again she was pressed tightly against me, rubbing her pussy as Penny thrust into her. This time that wasn't enough to get Penny off so soon she was inside me again, fucking me hard as I tried to continue licking Lily. Soon I had to give up, my head swimming and my body moving on it's own to get as much of Penny's cock inside me as possible. When Tina snuck her hand under me and in between my legs I came fast, throwing my head back as my pussy squeezed Penny's cock. When I started to come down she pulled out and squirmed up between me and Tina, locking hands with Lily as she pushed inside her. I watched through half-closed eyes and the haze of being recently and thoroughly fucked, and even in my dazed state I could see the love between them. Penny was more gentle with Lily, more responsive, more attentive - which is not to say she had been rough or careless with me and Tina. This was just something more emotional than just fucking. When Lily came Penny pulled out of her and placed her cock between Lily's breasts. Lily pushed them together with her hands, spitting on Penny's cock to make it slide easier between them. Penny's body was shining with sweat as she finally came, stroking herself off over Lily's face and chest, great spurts of sperm covering her skin. When she rolled aside, finally fully spent, Tina quickly took her softening cock in her hands and began to lick it clean while I cuddled up on Lily's other side, kissing her and stroking her hair. While Tina lapped up the mixed juices from Penny's cock, Lily, Penny and I fed each other the cum we gathered up from Lily, sucking each other's fingers clean of the salty liquid. Lily and Penny went up to shower and make breakfast but I stayed in Mom's bed with Tina. Since she had been away all week we hadn't seen each other much and even though she can be childish sometimes I still love her. She is my baby sister after all. We laid close and talked about what had happened during the week. I told her about Nurse Forethought, how nice she had been to me and how great she was at fucking me, and also how much I had missed Mom. She told me about the Pattersons and how the twins, Lola and Lory, had been really nice to her and even though they wanted to fuck nearly all the time they had been very considerate so they wouldn't wear her out. They usually slept one with each of their mothers so Tina had just joined them. She said it was weird to be woken up by something other than Mom fucking her but still nice. She told me she also missed Mom a lot, but I think she was doing it partly because she noticed how strongly Mom's absence had affected me. I guess she's just more independent. I showered with Tina while Lily and Penny made breakfast. (We usually have the TidyBot do it but on the weekends we sometimes do it ourselves.) Then we all ate together, talking and laughing. After a while I noticed Penny was looking a bit flushed and when I snuck a peak at her lap I saw Lily was stroking her. I slipped down from my chair and in under the table and started licking her cock. Lily kept on stroking her and I took the tip in my mouth, tasting the pre-cum smeared over it. By now Tina was the only one talking with Lily giving her an absent-minded "uh-huh" every now and then and it wasn't until Penny was leaning back in her chair with her hands on her breasts and her mouth half-open and gasping until she realized what was going on. "Hey! What's going on? Where's Suzie?" My mouth was too full of cock to answer and Lily burst out laughing which didn't help matters at all. Finally Tina looked down under the table. I think she was mostly angry over being embarrassed that she had been so self-absorbed that she hadn't noticed what was going on but she still stomped off and slammed the door to her room. By now Penny was so close to cumming that it would have been cruel to stop so even though I wanted to go after Tina I kept bobbing my head up and down on Penny's lovely cock while Lily stroked the spit-slick shaft until Penny shot her load in my mouth. I pushed my head down, my lips pressed against Lily's hand as Penny kept pumping cum down my throat, her hips pushing up as her body arched, sharp gasps escaping her lips. I swallowed and licked my lips while crawling out from under the table, banging my head on a chair in the process. When I got to Tina's door Lily was already there. "Tina? Please open. I'm really sorry I laughed, okay? Won't you please let me in?" All she got for her efforts was the same "GO AWAY!"-message that Tina sent to me, projected by my duocles to look like it was plastered across her door. Lily continued to knock and plead but I understood that Tina wouldn't let her in so I sent her a message instead - text only, to be as unintrusive as possible. Me: Tina? Tina: what Me: Can we talk? Tina: what I knew I had to tread carefully. Tina was young enough to be childish and petty, old enough to realize when she was so, headstrong enough to commit to her childishness even when she realized how childish she was, but also old enough to hate when someone talked down to her. Me: I'm sorry we didn't include you. Will you please let Lily apologize for being such a dude? I chose the strong word carefully - I needed to show Tina I was on her side. Plus Lily had been a total dude to laugh at her, even if she didn't mean to. Lily can be a little thoughtless sometimes but there isn't a mean bone in her body. Tina: i'll let penny in. only her! Me: Okay, I'll talk to her. Penny was standing next to Lily, holding her hand and looking embarrassed that she had caused such a scene. I told her Tina wanted to talk to her and at first she looked surprised but after glancing at Lily she nodded. She knocked on Tina's door and asked to be let in, and when there were no protests she entered, closing the door behind her. With nothing else to do Lily and I cleared off the table and tidied the kitchen, and by the time we were done Tina and Penny came to kitchen. Tina looked very determined and Penny had an amused smile on her face. Lily started to apologize again but Tina cut her off. "Penny told me what happened at the roller bar last year. If you ever laugh at me like that again I will tell everyone. Everyone. Okay?" Lily looked shocked, the shot an angry glance at Penny who just shrugged and smiled apologetically. Blushing furiously, Lily nodded agreement. "And you!" She turned to me instead. "When Mom gets home I get to fuck her first. And I get to sleep in her bed tonight, not you." I think she expected me to protest and challenge her and at first I wanted to, but then I thought better of it. We had embarrassed her in front of Penny whom I think she had a crush on, and whatever it was she now had on Lily it was obviously something bad so she needed to show her she was being just as hard on me. "Okay. But" - I tried to make my voice as stern as possible - "I get tomorrow night alone and I join you tomorrow morning as early as I like." Tina set her jaw and looked like she was about to argue, but then Penny put her hand on her shoulder and she gritted out "Fine". Lily and Penny took off soon after that and with things still a bit tense between Tina and me we tried not to get in each other's way. She watched movies on the big screen in the living room while I stayed in my own room, mostly chatting with friends and catching up on some school work I had missed during my fuck sessions with Nurse Forethought. But when we heard the front door we were both there in an instant and when Mom said "I'm home!" we were in her arms before she had finished. She was still in her travel clothes, an almost knee-long skirt and a buttoned denim vest, and she barely managed to put down her luggage before we were kissing and groping her. I was almost overwhelmed by pure horniness, grinding my hips against her and fumbling for her cock under her skirt and Tina was no better, and even though Mom laughed and said we should at least let her get inside we could barely restrain ourselves. I hadn't wanted anything as badly as I wanted her cock inside me right then, and when we finally managed to drag her into her bedroom I was so wet I felt like every step should have made me squish. When Tina whispered "Me first" I almost wanted to push her off the bed thinking "No Mom, me first, I missed you the most" but then I remembered Tina's hurt look as she ran from the kitchen, so when Mom gave me a questioning look I nodded and drew back a little. I wasn't about to leave though. When Mom knelt on the bed while Tina lifted her skirt and started to suck her big, wonderful cock I leaned back against the headboard and fingered myself, and when Mom's face got flushed and she pulled away from Tina's slurping mouth and told her to stand on all fours I was already ready to cum. Tina's sharp gasp as Mom pushed into her from behind, the skirt still around her hips and the tight denim vest molding her big breasts, I pressed three fingers inside me, fucking myself with my hand in time with Mom's strokes in my little sister's pussy. Mom must have been as horny as Tina and I because all three of us came at least twice within the next few minutes. Tina cried out and arched her back in her first orgasm almost right after Mom had her cock inside her, and it didn't take much longer for me. Mom only managed a few strokes before she threw her head back and pushed her hips forward, thrusting herself all the way inside Tina and filling her with her cum. She barely slowed down, and Tina begged her to continue, moaning for Mom to keep fucking her. Mom leaned into her, pushing her down onto the bed, bottoming out with each hard thrust. When Tina came again Mom continued fucking her all through her climax, and the sight of our mother fucking my little sister in such a rough, primal way made me cum again, my fingers rubbing my clit fast as I felt my body shake and shiver. Tina came at least one more time before Mom pulled out of her and stroked herself off over her back. At first I thought Mom wouldn't be able to continue right away, but when she pulled off her skirt and came up to me to rub her fuck-slick cock between my breasts it was as hard as I have ever seen it. I slid down a little so I could catch the tip in my mouth when she thrust forward and pushed my breasts together with my hands. When she began to thrust faster and breathe harder I took her shaft in my hands and sucked on the tip as I stroked it fast, and soon she came right into my mouth, long glorious spurts of my mother's sperm spilling over my tongue and down my throat. I squeezed out every drop I could get, barely able to speak as I licked up the last drops. "Fuck me, Mom. Please put your cock in me and fuck me hard. I need it so much, I've missed you so badly, please fuck me." She leaned down to kiss me, some smears of her of cum still on my lips. Then she slid down my body and placed the tip of her huge cock against my entrance. She pushed in slowly but didn't stop until she was all the way inside me, as always perfectly judging my capacity to take her. Once inside she held still while she unbuttoned her vest, then leaned forward so I could suck her nipples as she began to slowly move her hips. I looked up into her eyes as she fucked me slowly and I sucked on her big nipples and felt my next orgasm rise inside me. She kept the same steady pace as I came, only speeding up a little as I was about to come down which extended my climax even more. When I couldn't focus enough to use my mouth on her breasts she raised herself up, holding my hips firmly as she fucked me, faster now, with small hard thrusts, making me cum again and again on her amazing cock. I don't know how many orgasms I had but I can say without any exaggeration that that was the best fuck I had ever had. Mom just kept going and going, and even when she spent her fourth load of cum in less than a hour she didn't slow down but continued to fuck me in the most wonderful way I had ever been fucked. Then Tina slid up beside me and held me close, kissing my face, my neck and my breasts while Mom continued to fill my pussy with her big cock, and Lily must have come home without me noticing because suddenly she was there on my other side and I came again, not just from the sensation of my sisters' mouths and hands on my skin and my mother's cock inside me, but from the love I felt for all of them. I arched my back and felt Mom fill me with her hot sperm again as my pussy squeezed her cock and Tina and Lily each sucked hard on one of my nipples, together giving me the most incredible orgasm. When we all cuddled together afterwards I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Nobody fucks me like my family!

Chapter 6 - Sunday at the Mall

Author's note: I'm submitting this from my iPad and it's not an entirely smooth process. Please let me know if something looks off. ***** I woke up alone in Mom's bed the next morning. Liz and Suzy had left late last night but Lily and Tina was home again; I could hear them in the kitchen. I stretched to wake up a bit, smiling as I thought back on last night. After Liz and Suzy left it was just me and Mom and we had lain awake talking and cuddling for a long time. I had stroked her off a couple of times while we were talking, and just before we fell asleep she had fucked me, real slow and gentle. Going to sleep with Mom spooning me and her cum trickling out of my pussy was so nice. I slipped out of bed and took a quick shower before joining the others in the kitchen. Lily and Tina hugged and kissed me, and I gave Mom a tight hug in thanks for last night. Lily had come home in the small hours, having been out partying with her friends since Friday. (She's usually so quiet and calm at home that I can't quite picture her as a party girl.) Tina had stayed with one of her classmates and she was bubbling with stories of what had happened there and things they had talked about but I was only half listening because I was still not fully awake. I woke up when she reminded me that I had promised to go with her to the Star Mall. "Uh, did I?" She made an exasperated noise. "Yes you did! Last Saturday when I let you pick the movie even though it was my turn!" "She's right, Suzy, you did promise her." Lily's voice was a little teasing. (Yes, I'm also called Suzy. Suzy is Tall Suzy, I'm Blonde Suzy and the third Suzy is Third Suzy.) "Right. Of course I'll go with you." "Yay! I'll go get ready right away!" I smiled at her enthusiasm. Honestly, I don't mind taking her. Tina can be a little bratty sometimes but when it's just the two of us she's usually sweet. I had finished my breakfast and went to get my backpack and put on a skirt and a pair of sandals. When I was done Tina was dressed too but she had gone back into the kitchen so I followed her there. "Mooom?" She was using her pleading sing-song voice which meant she wanted something. "Yes, sweetie?" "Will you fuck me before we go? Just a quickie, only it's been two days and we won't be home for most of the day and..." Mom smiled at her and silenced her with a kiss. "Of course I will, honey." Their kiss intensified and Tina stroked Mom's cock while they kissed. When she was hard, Mom lifted Tina up onto the edge of the kitchen counter and kneeled down to lick her pussy, using two fingers to soften her up for her cock. Tina gripped the edge of the counter until her knuckles whitened and when she began to moan Mom rose up between her spread legs. "I always want to fuck you, little princess." Mom kissed Tina's neck, trailing her fingers over her back. Tina had her skirt hitched up and her legs spread as wide as they would go, balancing precariously on the counter. When Mom pulled back to stroke her cock and rub the tip against her slit Tina trembled and nearly slid down from the edge, but Mom steadied her and then began to push the tip of her cock inside. Tina whimpered and begged for more, but Mom took it slow to make sure she didn't hurt her. When she was halfway inside she began to make quick shallow thrusts, her hands on Tina's hips. Tina put her hands on Mom's shoulders to steady herself and give her leverage to meet her thrusts. Mom's big breasts brushed against Tina's small pointy ones. Tina's nipples were dark red and rock hard, her face and chest flushed. "Oh Mommy! It feels so good! I love it when you fuck me, Mommy!" Mom increased her pace and pulled Tina against her with her hands, going deeper now. She looked at her youngest daughter with love and affection as she fucked her harder and faster, and soon Tina came hard, Mom holding her slim, trembling body against her as she fucked her through her orgasm. When Tina came down she gave Mom a kiss and a tight hug. "Thanks Mom! I love you." "I love you too, sweetie." Mom pulled out and Tina climbed down from the counter. I noticed Mom was still hard. "Do you need..." She waved me off. "Lily can help me. Go have fun." I kissed her goodbye and followed Tina out the door and down to the monorail taxi point. While they were fucking I had used my duocles to tell TrafficAI that we would be coming and she had told me a carriage would be there in a couple of minutes. It arrived just as I was about to check how long it would be so we went inside and let it whisk us away towards the main monorail line from Manhattan to Jersey. The carriages seat eight but we were alone in ours. I guess not that many wanted to go to the Mall when it was this hot, or maybe we were just lucky. We spent most of the ride talking about school and friends and movies we wanted to see. I told her about Suzy and Liz visiting and she told me some about Jane, the classmate she had visited with, and her family. Jane lived with her mother Mindy and her aunt Anna and just like Tina she had been born soon before the Plague. She didn't have any sisters so they tried to have friends over as often as they could. None of them were futa so they hoped Jane would be able to visit with us sometime for a bit of practice with the real thing - at home they sometimes used strapons or other toys, but they wanted her to get "properly fucked by a proper cock" at least every few weeks. Several of her teachers were futas of course, since most are, but her mother and aunt felt they had to spread themselves so thin with every class having at least thirty students, and there were no futa girls in their class. Tina said she'd had a great time and they were a really nice family. I told her I was sure Mom would be happy to have Jane over sometime. Apart from being constantly horny Mom also enjoys helping young girls get to know what a big cock feels like. We also watched the view, as you do when you go thirty meters up in the air at two hundred kilometers per hour. We saw the Star Mall dome while we were still over the water - it always gets me how huge it is. By the time we arrived our carriage had joined up with about a dozen others so we disembarked with quite a crowd. The Mall has its own station on the main monorail line so we arrived right in the middle of it all. If you haven't visited Star Mall you really should. I know there's a virtual version but it's not the same - you're missing all the smells, the sounds, the energy of the crowds. It's one of my favorite places, and being here with my little sister isn't nearly as much of a chore as I may have made it sound. Tina wanted to get rollers so we put our shoes in our bags and got some from the checkout near the station. We took the main circuit to the Balcony and went around it a couple of times, holding hands so our rollers would keep us at the same speed. Tina always wants to go faster than me and for once I let her set the pace, trusting her and the AI to keep us from colliding with anyone. As we looked down over the railing Tina kept exclaiming at things that had been changed - new stores, rearranged walkways, new artwork (though honestly mostly the stores). I was watching the crowds and trying keep the flutters in my stomach over the speed under control while I used the socapps on my duocles keep track of anyone I knew who was there. A couple of classmates popped up but they were away in other areas. We took a smaller circuit up to one of the top-level food courts and had soyshakes and looked at the other people there. Most seemed to be families or groups of friends but we saw a few romantic couples who were making out or fucking. Some of the friends and families were doing that too of course, though mostly they were just hanging out. Tina wanted to look at shoes so we took an elevator down to the closest market area. This one had mainly clothes and sex toys so we looked around a bit and moved on. I sent a note to my duocle notebook to come back some other time and look at some cock sheaths for Mom - she complains that they never fit properly but there were some new models with gel sleeves that might work better for her. (She doesn't really need them as long as the three of us are around, but Lily will move out sooner or later and sometimes we're all away on other activities. Plus they might help her get more sleep.) We found a few shoe stores on the next market over. "Look! They have the new SkinTacts!" Tina was pointing at a display of topless platform shoes - basically a hunk of colored plasgel that would stick to your foot. I was skeptical but she dragged me into the store and one of the servicebots scanned our feet to find the right models for us. Once we tried them on I kinda liked them! They were much softer than I had thought, and apparently there was some kind of smart gyro things in them to help you keep your balance. I don't think Mom would have been too happy with them otherwise (and I wasn't about to message her and ask) but I liked them well enough and Tina was absolutely in love with them so I got us the ones we had tried on. The colors were adjustable and while I kept mine a simple green Tina began uploading custom patterns she had made earlier and soon hers were dark blue with golden animated unicorns and starbursts. It was a weird feeling to suddenly be so much taller, but nice! I could see better over the crowds, and I noticed people looking at us too. Tina started making little pirouettes and dance moves so I decided it was time to calm things down a bit. Luckily we were close to a spa area and it didn't take much convincing to get Tina to agree to a massage. I checked our service allotments for the month and since we had plenty to spare I took a full hour for us both, with separate booths - I love Tina but when she's this excited she gets a bit intense. This parlor had human masseuses rather than bots, mine being a cute, bouncy girl with a mass of brown curls. I chatted with her for a bit before the relaxing music and her skilled hands made me a bit too drowsy to talk much. I had checked the "Release" option for us so when the regular massage was done she slipped her hand between my legs and started to rub my pussy. I don't know if she was using some special kind of oil or lotion or if it was just the effects of the massage but I felt myself responding almost immediately. Soon she had two fingers inside me pressing against my g-spot while she rubbed my clit with her thumb and stroked my back with her other hand and I had a very nice orgasm that left me even more relaxed. I think I must have drifted off a little because I wasn't aware of anything else happening until Tina came in and told me our time was up. After that we went for lunch at a nearby foodcourt. The massage (or maybe just the excitement of our day out) must have made Tina hungry because she crammed down pizza slices and pie like she hadn't seen food for years while I just had a salad. (And some pie. I mean, pie, right.) We were just about finished when I saw a familiar face. It was Penny, one of Lily's friends, a five-foot-nothing blonde with a ponytail and nicely perky breasts. She was dressed in the food court uniform (short red skirt and matching baseball cap) so apparently she worked here. Previously I had only seen her in the door when she'd come to pick up Lily so I didn't know she was a futa but that was very obvious right now - her cock was rock-hard and quivering, raising the hem of her skirt rhythmically as it bobbed before her. "Hi Penny!" We both waved at her but she didn't seem to notice until she was halfway past us. When she turned to look at us I saw her eyes were a bit glazed and her face was flushed and when she spoke her words were a bit rushed so it was clear that she was in a hurry. "Oh, hi! Tina and... Sue, right? Lily's sisters?" "Suzy, but yeah. We just wanted to say hello so if you've got somewhere to be..." She smiled apologetically. "I'd love to stay and chat but this is my first break since opened this morning and I really need to take care of this." She bit her lip and gestured at her cock. "Unless... maybe... you have time to...?" I glanced a question at Tina and she nodded enthusiastically. "Sure! We can go right now." She looked relieved. "Normally I'd get one of my workmates to help me but we're one short today and doing it by myself just doesn't keep me for as long and we're not supposed to bother the customers but since I already know you - or I know Lily and..." I raised my hand and smiled. "Just show us the way." She blushed then quickly led us to a door marked "Mall Employees Only" that led to a narrow winding corridor past storage rooms and closed doors and finally a small bedroom. She sounded apologetic again when she spoke. "I'll probably need to go a couple of times but if you don't have time for that it's-" I pulled her close and kissed her, cutting off her words. She instantly melted against me, her face tilted up against mine. She had to stand up on her toes to reach me with the extra height added by my new shoes. Her cock was pressed between us and I could feel a slow dribble of precum smearing on my skin as she thrust it up against me. I glanced at Tina. She had taken off her skirt and shoes and crawled up onto the bed and was leaning against the headboard while she rubbed her pussy. I kept the kiss going for a bit longer to give Tina and myself time to get ready - Penny was obviously raring to go. When I looked at Tina again and her eyes were hooded and her hips had started meeting the motion of her fingers I figured we didn't need to keep her any longer. I slipped out of her arms and knelt down at the edge of the bed, spreading my legs and raising my ass while I reached between my legs to open my pussy for her. Tina quickly crawled down and imitated me. "Fuck as both as long as you need, but we're not leaving until we get at least one load each." I had barely finished speaking before Penny had ripped off her skirt and was standing behind me, pushing my ass down a bit so she could put the tip of her cock against my slit. She slid in quickly but she wasn't as big as Mom so I was ready for her. She fucked me hard and fast with deep thrusts, her balls slapping against my clit. I was almost ready to cum when she pulled out and went over to Tina instead. I turned my head and looked into my little sister's eyes as she was fucked hard from behind. She was trying to speak but nothing coherent came out of her, and it only took a few minutes for her to cum. This set off Penny who gave up a strangled cry as her thrusts became irregular and she came inside Tina's cramping pussy. Cumming didn't slow her down much though. She never stopped fucking Tina all through her orgasm, and soon she was going deep and hard again. I held Tina's hand and when she came a second time she squeezed so hard I thought something would break. Right after that Penny pulled out of her and started fucking me again, and now it was my turn to squeeze Tina's hand. I came almost right away but by now Penny wasn't slowing down at all. I could barely keep on my knees as she pounded me hard while I kept cumming, and when she finally pulled out it was only to flip me over onto my back and push inside me again. She locked her fevered gaze in mine and leaned in hard with each thrust. Tina crawled up off the bed and stood behind Penny, fondling her breasts and kissing her neck and shoulders. When Penny was about to cum she pulled herself out of me and started stroking herself quickly, and Tina immediately joined her hands with Penny's. It only took a few seconds for her to cum and she shot long, ropey spurts of sperm from the tops of my thighs all the way to my face. By now Penny was panting and trembling and she collapsed to sit beside me on the bed. Her cock wasn't quite satisfied yet though, quickly rising from semi-hard towards fully erect. Tina knelt down between her legs and started to stroke and suck her, and when I had regained full control of my limbs I joined her. Penny rose up on her elbows to watch us with misty eyes and we looked back up at her while we sucked, licked, stroked, kissed and slurped on her cock, tasting both her sperm and our own juices. She fell back onto the bed and groaned, but when her balls began to tighten she struggled up to a sitting position and started stroking herself. Tina and I leaned back with our faces raised and our mouths open, and Penny rubbed the tip of her cock against us while she jerked off. When she came she sent gobs of cum over our faces and into our mouths, a few spurts landing in our hair or on our shoulders, some of it hanging down from our chins or dripping onto our breasts. When she fell back onto the bed again Tina took the tip of Penny's slowly softening cock into her mouth and slurped up the last few dribbles of cum, making Penny twitch and moan on the bed. When she was empty we joined her on the bed, kissing and caressing her and letting her have a taste of her own cum from us. When she had recovered somewhat we led her into the adjoining bathroom and helped her take a shower, and by the time we were finished she was back to her own self - enough so that she pushed me up against the wall and fucked me again, giving me a nice little orgasm and filling me with a load of warm cum. She apologized for having to run off back to work, but I waved away her apologies. "You can repay us by coming to visit sometime." "Or take us with you when you go out with Lily?" Tina looked adorably hopeful and Penny laughed but she promised to think about it. Tina and I stayed behind to gather up our things. I would have liked to cuddle a bit more, but since this was a room for employees I thought it best we didn't linger. With this intense fuck session so soon after the soothing massage we were both pretty tired so we decided we'd had enough for one day. We took a slow stroll back to the monorail station, taking a route through an area with plenty of trees and plants where the air smelled refreshingly of life and flowers. On a main station like this there are carriages arriving all the time and there weren't many people leaving so early in the afternoon so we only had to wait a couple of minutes before we could board one going back to Manhattan. We had a mother and her futa daughter for company, and since the daughter was obviously quite horny since she kept stroking herself and the mother looked a bit tired I offered to help her out. "Would you? If it's not too much trouble. I would do it myself but it's been five times already today and..." "I'll be happy to." Her daughter was about Tina's age, and I knew how demanding young futa could be. The girl - I never did learn their names - was a bit shy at first, but when I sat down beside her and started stroking her she eagerly thrust up against my hand. When she was getting close I put my lips around the tip of her cock and just let her keep fucking my hand and mouth until she came. I swallowed most of it, but a few drops slipped down my chin and onto her thighs so I leaned down to lick them up. Then I gave her a kiss and she hugged me tight. By then we were almost at our stop so we got our things in order before the carriage slowed down and we said goodbye and stepped out. When we were halfway up the last flight of stairs Tina suddenly hugged me tight. "This was the best day ever!" She blushed a little at her own childish enthusiasm, but I hugged her back. "It really was. Thanks for making me take you." We kissed and hugged again before we went inside.

Chapter 1 - Spring Break

      Xaoxi took a deep breath of fresh Spring air as he pushed open the doors leading out of the school.  The warmth of the beaming sun bathed him in positive feelings and a sense of pure happiness.  As he walked to his car, there was one thing on his mind: Spring Break.  He finally got to have a break from stressful college work, relax, and enjoy the beautiful weather.  He smiled as the slight breeze blew his black and purple hair over his panda ears, something he always found to be cute about himself.  He had grown to like his features only recently; being the only panda boy in any of his classes, it made him feel special.      Being so caught up in the feeling of Spring Break,  on top of his already present tendency of day-dreaming, Xaoxi didn't notice as he walked past one of his friends in the parking lot without acknowledging her.       "Hey Xao!!! Xaoxi, over here! Don't you ignore me, you ass!"  came a voice that made Xaoxi's ear twitch ever-so slightly.  He snapped out of his daze and whipped around to see Vivian standing right in front of him, arms crossed, hip out, and toe tapping.  She was a beautiful creature, unlike any other student on campus.  She was a human, the likes of which Xaoxi had never seen before her.  Because of this he made it a point to befriend her.  Of course on top of her long, black hair, curvy body, and all-around amazing, if not sassy, personality.  "Those big ears on your head and you're still deaf?  I was calling you since you left the Science building... I swear you wouldn't notice a snake even if it bit you on the ass..."    "Well there was the one time Lynn accidently tripped and fell on me from behind.  I'm pretty sure I noticed a snake biting my ass that time,"  Xaoxi chuckled as Vivian gave him a swift punch to the arm, "Sorry Viv, I'm excited to be on break, you know how I get.  Either way, what have you got going on while you're off?"     "Oh nothing really special, y'know the usual.  Probably hit up the mall, hang out a bit.  We still good for Friday?"  Vivian responded.  Fridays were Xao and Vivian's movie night since the first semester of freshman year.  It was a special night that neither missed as per their friend code.  They were explicitly defined as not being dates...as per their friend code.      "Of course, Viv, we can't skip out on our Friday!  You can't get rid of me that easy,"  Xao laughed and threw his arm around Vivian as they walked to her car.  The two were inseparable, and honestly Xao wished Friday night was date night, not just friend movie night.         As soon as he walked her to her car and said his goodbyes, he started back for his car, to start his break.  He didn't know why but something felt different in the air.  Somehow he just know this Spring would be different.  He didn't know how or why, but all he knew was he could not wait to find out. ****************************************      Later that night at his apartment, Xao was starting off Spring Break on the right foot.  He made himself his favorite dinner, being vegetable ramen, buttermilk buscuits and steamed vegetables  His tummy satiated, Xao slid his pants off to get more comfortable and stepped outside onto his balcony patio.  One of his favorite things to do on beautiful days was relaxing outside in his underwear, just enjoying life.  Being on the third floor, and with a blanket draped over the railing, he could relax and not worry about anyone peeping on him.  Xao took out a cigarette, lit it, took a long drag and exhaled slowly.  He marveled at how happy he was, his first time relaxing since the start of the semester.  Still puffing on his cigarette, Xao grabbed his phone and shot a text to Vivian to see how she was enjoying her break.     She responded soon after with "not much just laying on the couch watching TV, how about you?"      Xao, wanting to show off how beautiful his life was at the moment, used his phone to take a picture of himself.  The picture came out great, with him sitting on his patio chair, cigarette in his mouth, and nothing but a T-shirt and underwear.  He laughed and sent the picture to her and captioned it "Oh you know, just enjoying life half-naked.  You jelly?"     After a few minutes, Xao got a picture message from Vivian.  It was a picture of her in a low-cut tank top and underwear partially obscured by a blanket.  The caption said "Nah cuz I'm enjoying the life too xD"     Xao looked at the picture for a while and blushed hard.  He had never seen her in her underwear before, and just the picture alone sent warm feelings all over his body.  He felt a slight tingling feeling between his legs and immediately closed the picture.  No no, Xao​, he thought, Viv is your friend, you can't be popping boners when thinking about her...     But did he really have a say in the matter?  If his body and mind was attracted to her, then the random boners were not really in his control.  Still, he wasn't sure if he should be feeling these things.  He always had a crush on her but never wanted to ruin their friendship.  Oh well, at least she wasn't here to see the bulge growing in his underwear.     "Haha nice guess we've both got the right idea" he texted back.  "Well I'm about to go shower and get ready for bed. Can't wait for tomorrow, it's horror night this time.  Find something campy and cheesy, I've got a few in mind lol"       At that moment, something came over Xao as he decided to scroll back up and save the picture of Vivian.  He opened the picture and stared at it, admiring all of her beautiful features.  Her supple breasts that showed just enough cleavage in her tank top to be a turn on.  Her sexy curves.  Her amazingly perfect hair that he knew smelled so good.  And her smile, something that Xao always found deeply attractive.    Without thinking, Xao ran his paw down his chest slowly, until he reached his groin.  By this point, with all of Xao's imagination, his member had become fully erect, and stuck out of the top of his underwear ever-so slightly.  The white tip of his penis shone in the evening light with a small amount of pre-cum, which turned him on even more.  He kept Vivian's picture up as he began to stroke his cock over his underwear, rubbing it slowly and imagining all the sensations of Vivian's pussy.  Just knowing that he shouldn't be thinking these things made his dick throb, wanting to be pleasured.    He slowly slid his underwear down to his feet, and slowly felt over his furry, black legs.  He looked down at where his white tummy met the black fur of his crotch, then down to his cock, exciting himself.  He began to rub his balls, looking at the picture on his phone, arching his back slightly in ecstasy. He finally wrapped his black paws around his large cock and began stroking, studying the picture the whole time.  A myriad of images ran through his head of him wooing Vivian into bed with him and fucking her wet pussy until she can't handle the pleasure anymore.     As he stroked faster, he felt warmth rush over his lower body.  He felt static all over his groin; he knew he was close.  He set his phone down in the side table and began playing with his balls as he stroked his cock, heightening the feeling of his pleasure.  As soon as the thought of himself cumming hard inside Vivian's soaking wet honey pot, he felt the sharp onset of himself about to cum in reality.  As he gave one last pump, his balls twitched and his thick, white semen shot from his dick with impressive height and volume.  He kept cumming, spraying his spunk over his chest, making his fur gleam.  His breathing became heavy as he tried not to make a sound for the whole apartment complex to hear.    Xao slumped back in his chair and and panted heavily, staring down at the pools and puddles of his cum.  He stole one last glance at Vivian's picture before closing and deleting it from his phone.  This was something Vivian could go her whole life without knowing, and Xao was okay with that.  Either way, he was just a little bit upset knowing that his orgasm and pleasure was based only on fantasy.      "Oh well, better get myself cleaned up and ready for bed..."  Xao breathed to himself.  He awkwardly shuffled into the bathroom to clean himself, wiping away all the evidence of his desires.  A small part of him wished that this fantasy would come into fruition, and he smiled knowing that even if it doesn't, he still gets to be her closest friend.  The situation was bittersweet, but when Vivian comes over the next day for movie night, he would be just as happy as before.    Xao strode into his room with happiness, took off his shirt and climbed into bed, ready to start the next day of Spring Break.  

Chapter 5 - Showers and Television (and Fucking)

I woke up again a while later, maybe an hour or so. I was on my tummy and Mom was fucking me again and it was sooo nice! Usually in the morning I have to get up and Mom is really horny and even though I love it it's over kinda quick, but this was slow and gentle and just perfect. Mom was on top of me and I could feel her breasts against my back and sometimes she leaned down to kiss my neck. "Good morning sleepyhead." I just turned my head a little and smiled, not even opening my eyes. I just wanted to enjoy the feel of her big cock sliding in and out of me. Sometimes in the mornings I'm a little too tight at first so it takes a while before she can go all the way inside, but now that I had slept with her inside me she could go as deep as she wanted. At first I wasn't sure I would even be able to cum because I was so relaxed and honestly a bit fucked out from before, but when she started telling me how wonderful it was to fuck me like this, how she loved being able to take her time and really enjoy my tight pussy around her cock, how fucking her daughters in the morning was the best part of her day - well, that got me going. Soon I had a hand between my legs and when she started going a little bit faster and breathing harder, still telling me how beautiful I looked with my legs spread for her cock I knew it wouldn't be long. "Keep telling me how much you love fucking me, Mom. Oh yes, please keep going. I'm gonna cum soon. Oh, I want to cum on your cock, Mom!" She increased her pace, fucking me harder and faster, her cock going deep inside me as she lay down on top of me, hugging me tight as her hips kept thrusting, still telling me that she loved being so deep inside me, how she was going to fill me with her cum, how close she was to cumming from fucking her pretty little girl. I gasped and came and then she came too, her hot sperm filling me once more. Mom stayed on top of me and we cuddled like that for a while until we had recovered. When Mom pulled out of me I looked around for Liz and Suzy but Mom said they were having breakfast, so we decided to take a shower together. I rarely get to do that since I have to leave early in the mornings so this was a nice treat. Mom scrubbed me and helped me wash my hair, and when she saw how turned on I was by being with her like this, just relaxed and touching under the streaming water, she fingerfucked me to a quick little orgasm. Then I did the same for her: soaped her up, scrubbed her back, helped her with her hair, helped her wash her big cock... which of course got hard. I wanted to see her jerk off, but soon I was standing behind her, pressed close to her body under the shower, one hand helping her stroke her cock while the other fingered her pussy. When she came she shot long, thick streams of cum over the tile wall and I felt it was kind of a pity to wash it all down the drain, but on the other hand it was really hot to hold Mom tight from behind while she came and I think I got a little sense of how it feels for her when she fucks me. We wrapped towels around our heads and went out to the kitchen to get some more breakfast - I was hungry again, probably from all the fucking, and Mom hadn't had any at all yet. Liz and Suzy were watching some morning show and when we were done and had cleared the table we joined them. We watched the shows for an hour or so, but then Mom and Suzy were both starting to get restless. We switched seats so they were next to each other, and soon Tall Suzy was sitting on Mom's lap as they kissed, their cocks and breasts mashed between them as they pulled closer. Suzy raised herself up and Mom guided the tip of her cock to Suzy's pussy and she slowly lowered herself, mumbling something about how seldom she got to feel a cock inside her. It took her a few minutes to get all the way down and start riding Mom's big cock, and when she did Mom wrapped her breasts around Suzy's cock so that each time she rose up she slid up between Mom's breasts and when she lowered herself down again she was filled by her cock. By then Liz had apparently forgotten that she was too tired to fuck, so I leaned back and pulled her up against me so I could play with her pussy and her small, firm breasts while we both watched her sister ride my mother's cock. When Suzy was close to cumming Mom lowered her head and opened her mouth, extending her tongue so Suzy's cock slid up along it and into her mouth every time she raised herself. This drove Suzy wild and soon she wasn't even riding Mom's cock anymore, just fucking her breasts and her mouth, her hands on Mom's head to push herself deeper inside. When Suzy came her cock shot big spurts of cum over Mom's face and breasts even though she managed to capture most of it in her mouth. Mom pulled her face down to hers and kissed her deeply, giving her a taste of her own sperm. Suzy was almost embarrassed afterwards, apologizing about getting carried away like that, but Mom silenced her with another kiss. "Don't worry, darling. Just let me fuck you properly and we'll call it even." She was smiling when she said it and Suzy looked relieved, but she was also quick to ask how Mom wanted to fuck her. Did she want her to ride her again? Take her on her back on the sofa? From behind on the floor? Mom didn't think long before she pushed Suzy down on her back, lifting her legs up on her shoulders before she plunged her thick cock into Suzy's wet pussy. Liz was really wet by now and from her plaintive moans I could tell she wanted more than just light touches so I pushed two fingers inside her, feeling the damp curls of her pubic hair against my palm as I slowly fingerfucked her while we both watched my mother fuck her sister. "I want to see your eyes, Suzy. Look at me while I fuck you." Suzy forced her eyes open and looked up at Mom who was smiling down at her. When Mom started fucking her faster she closed them again and pushed her head and shoulders down into the cushions, her cock hard again and rubbing against the undersides of her breasts, smearing them with fresh drops of cum. Liz was squirming in my arms, begging me to finger her faster when she managed to speak at all, and I did as she wanted. I had three fingers sliding in and out between her dark lips now, deep into her pink insides. Mom was going hard and fast now, and she pushed Suzy's legs down from her shoulders, spread them wide and plunged deep with every thrust. When she came her hips twitched, making her motions irregular, and that combined with the sensation of being filled with hot cum was apparently enough to set Suzy off again. This time she came over herself, a little less this time but still enough to leave generous amounts of sperm on her face and breasts, a few drops making it as far as Liz' feet and legs. When Mom and Suzy came I intensified my fingerfucking and pinched one of Liz' nipples which made her cum as well, her body straining against me as she climaxed. When Mom pulled out of Suzy her cock was still leaking cum and she laid it between Suzy's breasts so she could suck on it, Suzy's brown eyes glazed and hooded as she licked and suckled the last drops of sperm. Mom smiled down at her and stroked her hair, then leaned down to kiss her again. Then she laughed as she gathered up some of the mix of her and Suzy's cum from Suzy's chest. "I guess we need another shower!"

Chapter 1 - Cinderella's Summons

Cinderella had just lowered herself into a deliciously hot bath when a messenger arrived. One of her maids accepted the sealed parchment then shooed the man away. "The princess is bathing! Off with you! Go, go!" At Cinderella's wave the old woman broke the seal and read the message. "Dear Cindy" - she harumphed at the highly inappropriately familiarity of the tone - "It has been far too long since I last saw you. Come take a walk with me this evening. Your Angie." "Well now!" The maid rolled up the scroll and made to toss it on the fire where another bucket of water was heating up. "I can't imagine how that got past the Postmaster! I'll make sure to give him a piece of my mind when next I see him, see if I don't!" Rising from her bathtub, Cinderella snatched the parchment away from her. "You will do no such thing! Angie is a very old, very... dear... friend, and her messages must always be conveyed directly to me without delay." The other two maids rushed to dry their mistress with the towels that had been left to warm near the fireplace, but she waved them away. "Leave now, all of you. Now!" She immediately regretted her outburst but before she could apologize the older woman had shoved the two younger girls out the door, following them without delay. When the door closed Cinderella sat down heavily, crumpling the parchment in her hand, then hastily doing her best to straighten it out again. She heaved a deep sigh, steeled herself, and with a resigned look on her face she spoke formally as she held the broken wax seal in her hand: "Agent, I owe all this to you. Convey me to you so that I may pay my debt." There was a brief moment of disorientation, like she was suddenly toppling forward. When she caught her balance she was standing in a very familiar place: The Agent's office. It was a large, almost cavernous room, the arched ceiling at its highest point rising to a height of at least twenty feet over the flagstone floor. On her right was a large balcony overlooking a lush garden, the fresh smells of blooming flowers drifting in, and along the opposite wall a line of shelves filled with all manner of books, ledgers, scrolls, and piles of papers and documents. She knew that behind her was the door she had stepped through the first time she came here, and straight in front of her stood the same massive desk as then, made from some kind of deep red wood. Behind it sat the Agent. She was impeccably dressed as always, this time in a snugly fitting wine-red jacket and white ruffled blouse. Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight bun and one of her crimson nails was tracing a line of text on the document she was reading, her black-rimmed glasses mirrored by the light from the chandeliers overhead. Cinderella was acutely aware of being naked, but she knew better than to try to cover herself. Instead she knelt down on the stone floor and placed her hands behind her back, raising her head and pulling back her shoulders. "You wanted to see me?" Her voice was strangled and she swallowed hard to resist the urge to clear her throat. The woman behind the desk raised one finger without looking at her, then continued her reading for several more minutes before scribbling some notes in the margin. When she looked up she was smiling a warm friendly smile, but she made no motion to rise or gesture for Cinderella to leave her exposed position. "Ah yes, my dear Cindy! How nice of you to come so promptly." That was a barb, one Cinderella knew well. The first few times she had been called here she had tried to delay, inventing reasons for why she couldn't go right away, but she had learned better. Now she made every effort to answer the Agent's call as quickly as she could. "And already dressed for the occasion! That's a nice surprise." Cinderella's face burned hot. She didn't want to displease her mistress, but neither did she wish to pretend to enjoy the things she was made to do. She felt her blush deepen as she told herself again that despite how her body might react she did not in any way enjoy this. She did not. "I was in the bath and I thought it best not to keep you waiting." She tried to keep her tone light, to sound as if kneeling naked in front of this woman did not affect her, even though they both knew the truth. "Very wise. I do get impatient when I'm kept waiting." She smirked at Cinderella - smirked! - who again felt herself blush at the reminder of how she used to behave and how obedient she had become. It had taken her years for her to break free from the mindset her stepmother and stepsisters had forced her into, and being brought back to that state of servitude was humiliating beyond words. And yet she kept her bargain. She could walk away, discard the luxuries of wealth and fame and future queenly authority and accept whatever awful fate the Agent had in reserve for her, but she didn't. She stayed and endured the things she had to do to keep her happily-ever-after, upheld her part of the deal she had made so many years ago. She told herself it was because she would be a good queen, kind and generous towards her subjects, but she knew that was not the whole truth. Going back to being a servant to her family, a maid in all but name, would have been intolerable. While these enforced visits were sickening and degrading, at least they only spoiled a few days of her year instead of every hour of every day as her previous service had. The agent pushed back her chair and rose. Cinderella's eyes widened as she realized her tormentor was naked from the waist down, the massive shaft of her cock fully engorged and the swollen head glistening. "That will be all for now, Kara dear", she said as she rose, flicking her gaze down below the edge of her desk for a moment before looking back at Cinderella with a wide smile. "Little Cindy here will take over for you now." A blonde woman crawled out from under the desk, her gaudy and indecently clinging clothes - that thought sent another spike of shame through Cinderella's body, reminding her of her own state of undress - marking her as one of the costumed adventurers from the picture pamphlets she had seen among the poorer people around the capital. The girl was wiping her mouth on her sleeve and adjusting the front of her tunic which had been pulled down to expose her breasts. "Yes mistress. Thank you mistress." The girl's voice was tight but still held a tone of relief, so presumably her service had been unexpectedly light this time. Cinderella felt a twinge of longing for the time when she wouldn't have considered kneeling under a desk to perform oral services for a freak of nature "light service", or indeed considered the idea at all, but now things were what they were. The woman - Kara, the Agent had called her - met Cinderella's gaze for just a moment, her eyes holding a mixture of sympathy, regret, relief and determination that Cinderella remembered experiencing from her early time of service. Either this woman hadn't been in their common mistress' employ as long as herself or she had been better able to hold on to the idea that this was a temporary situation, that this was not all she was meant to be. Perhaps she had driven a harder bargain, gained more from her deal? Cinderella had always thought that being happily married to a prince was the best life had to offer, but maybe there was something more? Her brief reverie was interrupted when Kara shot a hateful, heated look at the Agent's back - literally heated, it seemed for a moment, as if the very air shimmered in front of her eyes - and then walked over to the balcony and leaped off it. Cinderella gasped, but instead of plummeting to the ground the woman soared up through the air, her bright cape flapping in the wind. Perhaps that was her bargain. Was the freedom to fly a better gift than a prince and a castle? She couldn't tell. "Now then. Continue where dear Kara left off while I think of what we shall do to amuse ourselves today." The Agent's voice was smooth and deep and impossible to refuse. Cinderella parted her lips, her face burning as she accepted the swollen, spit-wet cock into her mouth. She wanted to close her eyes or look away, but she knew the Agent wanted to look her in the eye while she pleasured her, so despite her burning cheeks she did her best to face her mistress. The predatory smile she met sent shivers up her spine, shivers of fear and... anticipation? No, not that! She did not enjoy this! She did not enjoy being treated like some common tavern whore, like a piece of property, like a pet doing tricks! She did not! Angie - that was the name the Agent used when she talked about herself apart from her function - looked down at her, that smile growing wider still as Cinderella used her mouth on her mistress' male organ. She stood perfectly still, forcing the kneeling princess to move her head back and forth as she did her best to pleasure her. Angie's hands touched her lightly - stroked her hair, brushed her cheeks, sometimes reached down to her naked breasts, gently touching her stiff nipples... Stiff from the cold, nothing else, Cinderella told herself. Nothing else, never mind that the temperature in the Agent's office was quite balmy. She stared her defiance at her tormentor, doing her best to summon up the fire she had seen in the girl Kara's eyes. She hated this woman and the power she had over her, the power she herself had given her. She couldn't understand what drove her to do this - she wasn't like Cinderella's step-sisters who had been cruel to her out of laziness or malice; no, this was something different. Angie degraded and tormented her, clearly taking pleasure in her discomfort and humiliation, but she didn't get the feeling that she hated her. She wasn't cruel for the sake of cruelty or because she disliked Cinderella, but seemingly just because it pleased her to degrade her. Her sisters had never been that perverted - they disliked Cinderella and had power over her, so they were cruel to her. Angie had power over her and was cruel to her, but there was no malice in it. Her lack of understanding only fueled her anger, making her ever more hateful. "That feels good, your highness. Have you been practicing?" Cinderella intensified her glare, but she didn't slow her movements. She knew what disobedience would bring, and while she despised giving this creature what she wanted, she feared punishment more. She found no pleasure in obeying - no, she did not! - but it was still better than the alternative. It seemed this only served to excite Angie, because she took a firm grip in Cinderella's hair and began to thrust herself into her mouth. Cinderella did her best to accept the swollen member, feeling her eyes tear up as the tip tried to force itself deeper. Despite the disgust she felt she tried to relax, knowing resistance was futile, and suddenly the thick shaft was halfway down her throat. She gagged and had to clasp her hands hard behind her back to keep from trying to push Angie away, something she knew displeased her mistress immensely, doing her best not to resist what was happening to her. "Oh yes, that's the stuff", Angie said with a husky, breathless voice, grinning down at Cinderella's tear-streaked face. Her eyes glittered with lust and Cinderella wished she could escape what she knew would happen next but there was no way out. Suddenly Angie threw her head back and pushed her foul organ all the way down Cinderella's mistreated throat, the shaft spasming as she shot her seed inside her in long, thick spurts. Her hands were like a vise, pressing the kneeling girl's face against her crotch as she climaxed. When she was satisfied she pulled out slowly, allowing Cinderella to draw hacking, gasping breaths while she wiped the spit and on her cock off in her hair. "A few more times and you'll be able to do that all on your own. Maybe you can find some stable boy to practice on back home at the castle." Cinderella shot her a murderous look as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, wishing she could spit the foul liquid from her mouth but knowing that was sure to bring further humiliation. She had been forced to lick Angie's discharge from the floor more than once while they practiced this particular act. "Will that be all, Agent? May I go back now?" It galled Cinderella to have to ask for permission, but she couldn't stand being her any longer than she had to. The Agent seemed to consider the question for a few moments but then she shook her head and laughed. "No, of course not, you silly goose! I told you we're gong for a walk, didn't I? This was just to warm you up." Cinderella lowered her head and sighed. She had hoped she would get off easy this time, especially since there had been another girl here before her. But if Angie didn't let her go right after doing... that... it meant she wanted to keep her around for a while. She just wanted to get back to her bath and wash the taste and smell of this woman's filth from her mouth and hair. As for this business about "going for a walk", that could mean anything. The Agent's mind was a twisted and disgusting maze of perversion that Cinderella couldn't begin to understand, didn't want to understand, and she seemed to take delight in confusing and surprising Cinderella (and presumably her other "clients") with ever new, ever more degrading games. She had made Cinderella pose naked for her, exposing herself in the most shameful way; crawl on all fours, leashed like a dog; walk around the gardens wearing next to nothing in front of some of the Agent's other girls; fetch and carry for her while she worked, having her curtsy and beg to be defiled each time she delivered a document or ledger... This could be any of those, or something new. In a way she hoped it would be one of those, even crawling on the floor which she had found particularly degrading, because at least then the shame she felt would be a familiar shame. "Yes, mistress. Anything you desire." She had found out the hard way that playing along and pretending to be meek and obedient would usually, though far from always, let her off easier. She wasn't sure if resisting made Angie more excited or more angry, but either way it resulted in longer stays and harsher treatment so now she did her best to play along. "That's what I like to hear." The evil creature actually patted her on the head! Cinderella was so furious she almost forgot to be ashamed of her nakedness and the degrading way she had just been abused. When Angie turned to get something from the back of the room she stuck her tongue out at her back, taking some small pleasure in that tiny act of defiance. But when the Agent returned with what she had fetched Cinderella's heart sank again. There was that hateful pink leather leash, studded with garish stones, and more besides. "If we're going out I need to know that you will behave yourself." Angie's tone was soft, almost gentle, like she was speaking to a frightened child, and Cinderella felt an overwhelming shame over the fact that it actually comforted her. Her cheeks burned red and she felt tears sting her eyes, but she still tilted her head to the side to make it easier for her mistress to fasten the leash and collar around her neck. Even when she reached down to squeeze one of Cinderella's exposed breasts she felt grateful that she did it so gently, and hated herself for it. "You also need to look your best, like a proper little princess." She held up... Well, to call it a dress would be an insult to all other dresses. The material was thinner than the lightest silk and held a lovely shade of blue, but that was all that was attractive about it. There was barely enough of it for a pair of gloves, yet it had been stretched to both bodice and skirt - again using the words very loosely. The skirt was short enough that she suspected it would barely cover her backside and the bodice was cut precariously low both in front and back. "Put it on now. Don't keep me waiting." The Agent's voice had a slight edge of impatience that Cinderella had learned to fear. "Yes mistress." She swallowed, her shame a thick lump in her throat. It was hard putting the garment on while Angie held her leash, but asking to be released was unthinkable. Once she was dressed she felt more exposed than when she had been naked. The neckline was so low that her breasts were completely bare, and the hemline of the skirt so high that she felt the air move against her privates, let alone that the slightest breeze, or indeed the smallest step she took, would make it flutter and rise to expose her to anyone who cared to look. But Angie seemed very pleased. "So very pretty, just like a proper princess." She brushed the back of her hand against Cinderella's cheek, then down over her collarbone and exposed breast, causing her to shiver. Had she been asked she couldn't truthfully have said if it was disgust or pleasure. "Oh! I almost forgot!" Angie produced a box with a ribbon around it, handing it to Cinderella. "I know how much you love shoes so I got you a special pair." The box was so heavy she almost dropped it; so heavy in fact that she had to set it down on the floor to open it. She realized what kneeling would do to her hemline so she did her best to keep her back straight, with the result that she stuck out her naked chest instead. Still, at least that gave her a choice and awful as it was she preferred exposing her breasts to displaying her privates like a dog in heat. The box opened easily and inside it she found a pair of glass shoes, though these were nothing like the light, perfect slippers she had worn to the ball so many years ago. (So many years, yet neither of them had aged noticeably. Another aspect of the Agent's powers, she assumed, but she had never asked, fearing that the gift would be taken away if she questioned it.) These were thick and chunky, with soles at least six fingers thick, shaped vaguely into the form of a high-heeled shoe, secured by leather straps wound around them and held in place by thick silver buckles. She looked a question to Angie who just nodded encouragement. She realized she probably wouldn't be able to rise to her feet if she put them on sitting down - at least not without assistance, and she knew better than to expect any from Angie - so she placed the shoes in front of her and gingerly placed her right foot into the cage of straps on top of the chunk of glass. It was awkward tightening the buckles while bending down, no less so since she knew it pulled up the hem of her dress, but it was the only way she could do it. Once she trusted the straps she very carefully put her weight on the foot in the shoe, knowing that if she fell it could very well mean a broken ankle. She kept her balance long enough to get her left foot in place, but the restrictions the straps put on her right meant she had to bend at the waist to fasten the left. She blushed furiously when Angie stepped in behind her and... purred. Even though she wanted to cover up as quickly as possible, at least to the extent her humiliating outfit would allow, she made sure the straps were tight and the buckles secure before she tried to rise. When she did she found that the shoes, though restrictive, were unexpectedly comfortable, but when she tried to take a step she nearly fell over from how heavy they were. She had to strain to lift her feet; walking any distance further than a few hundred steps would be nearly impossible. "You look good like that. They give you... royal bearing." Cinderella knew exactly what the shoes, if you could call them that, were doing to her posture. The high heels forced her to stick out her posterior and chest, emphasizing the revealing nature of her clothes. That should have made her blush again but for some reason she felt she had moved beyond that, at least for the moment. While she practiced walking the Agent put on a short, snug skirt that matched her jacket and showed off her behind in a very flattering way, if you liked being practically naked. It was also tight enough to show a bulge in the front which seemed to please her since she adjusted the garment to emphasize it. Cinderella couldn't understand how the Agent could be so proud to be a freak. If she had had something like that between her legs she would have hidden away from the world as best she could, but Angie seemed to revel in her deformity. "You want more already? Patience my little princess. We'll get there." Angie must have caught her staring at the bulge and when Cinderella tried to deny it, stammering and fumbling for words she just laughed. "I do love it when you blush. It makes you look so fuckable." Cinderella hung her head in shame, her previous comfort completely evaporated. Suddenly she couldn't stand the thought of anyone seeing her like this, not even Angie who had seen her in far worse situations, or especially not her. "Oh, just two more things. You'll need a crown so everyone knows to show deference. I have just the thing here somewhere..." While she was talking she had put on shoes herself, a pair of simple black ones with just enough sole and heels to make them about the same height - when they were both barefoot Angie was at least six inches taller, but Cinderella's shoes were adding a prodigious amount to her height. Now she strode off to the back of the room, rooting through boxes with various items in them, items Cinderella was sure she didn't want to know about. When she returned she held up a tiara that would have been tacky even if it hadn't spelled out "SLUT" in obviously fake pink gemstones. This she placed in Cinderella's hair before taking a step back to admire her handiwork. She pursed her lips, presumably considering whether the outfit was humiliating enough. "Turn around, let me see. Yes, very nice, but there's something..." Suddenly she snapped her fingers and Cinderella's heart sank as her mistress must have come up with some new way to degrade her. One more trip to the boxes and she returned with an item that caused Cinderella to cringe. "If you're going to have your ass on display like that it's quite possible I'll want to fuck it and in that case I want you to be ready without delay. C'mon, put it in." The item was what Angie called a butt-plug, a word Cinderella wished she had never had to learn. This one was modestly sized and pink, with a fake but very large and glittery gem the only thing that would be visible once it was inserted.. She raised her hand to accept it, but her fingers shook so badly she dropped it. As she hunkered down and fumbled to pick it up from the floor she pleaded, her voice shaking as badly as her fingers. "Is... is this truly necessary? Can you not -" Angie's voice was still light and playful, but there was a note of warning in it, a hint of steel. "Are you saying you don't want to do what I'm asking?" Cinderella froze, her fingers just about to close on the errant toy. "N-no mistress, I... No, not at all, I just..." "You just... what? Tell me, little princess. Speak plainly. I will not punish you for it. I promise." This was a rare favor, one Cinderella had received less than a handful of times before. Still she hesitated before speaking. "I... I don't like it when you make me do... things... there. It's filthy and it makes me... ashamed." She hung her head, still bent low, her fingers half-curled around the pink plug. "And did you think your pleading would make me change my mind?" Angie's voice still held that same note of warning, but she had promised. She kept her promises. "I didn't... I didn't think, mistress. I just... I didn't..." "Hush. That's enough." She reached her hand out and Cinderella took it allowing herself to be raised up again, her other hand reflexively closing around the toy. With surprisingly gentle fingers the Agent brushed a tear from Cinderella's cheek. "Knowing that I understand and accept your discomfort at this request, if I repeat it, will you do what I ask?" Cinderella hesitated, then nodded. "Y-yes mistress." "And why is that? Why will you do this thing you hate, this thing that disgusts you and humiliates you and makes you feel filthy?" Her hands were still caressing Cinderella's face, stroking her neck and hair so softly, so gently, so... lovingly. "Because that is our bargain." Cinderella's voice was small and resigned, her shoulders slumped. "That's right. Our bargain is that you get to live in your castle with your prince and your servants and your adoring subjects, but when I ask you here - and I don't do that very often, do I? - when I ask you here, you do what I tell you to do." Her hands were straying from Cinderella's face now, caressing her bare shoulders, her arms, her naked breasts. "Do you wish to end that bargain? Do you want to go back to being a servant to your step-mother and your step-sisters with no other company but mice and birds?" One hand softly squeezing her breast now, the other caressing her hip, as her voice became more gentle, softer, soothing. "N-no. No, I do not." "You want to keep our bargain as it is? With you giving me a few short visits a year in exchange for being happy ever after?" Her hand moving from Cinderella's hip in between her legs, softly stroking the princess' most delicate parts. "Y-yes. Yes, I want to keep our bargain." She still hung her head, yet she felt herself respond to Angie's gentle touch. "Good. I'm glad. I do so enjoy having you come to me here." Her fingers more insistent though still gentle, teasing a soft moan from Cinderella's lips. "And it's not all bad, is it? You do take some enjoyment from our little games, do you not?" Cinderella blushed, but she had to nod. "Yes." Her voice was nearly audible, but when Angie pushed a finger inside her she gasped. "Yes!" "That's good. You should learn to enjoy them even more. That would make things easier, wouldn't it?" Her finger moving slowly in and out, moving up to circle the princess' most sensitive spot, then returning inside. "Y-yes. I... I will try." "Good. That's good. So you will wear this for me now? And do your best to find pleasure in it?" Still slowly moving her finger in and out, Angie closed her other hand over Cinderella's, closing her finger's around the pink butt-plug. "Yes! Y-yes, I will... I will do m-my best." "I'm glad. Do it now." Angie's hand guided Cinderella's in behind her as her fingers continued their dance in and around her sex. When the tip touched her entrance she hesitated, but a deft touch from her mistress' fingers made her gasp again and she obeyed, slowly pushing the hated thing inside her. It took several minutes but Angie showed patience and the teasing touches of her fingers egged her on. In the end she was grateful to have been given a second chance, even as she was ashamed of her gratitude. She was confused and excited and ashamed and relieved and couldn't keep any of those emotions straight for more than a second. It was all a whirl but when Angie didn't remove her hand as she had thought she would - bringing her to the edge of release and leaving her there was one of Angie's more common tricks - but instead kept using them so skillfully, bringing her such intense pleasure that her knees buckled and she would have fallen to the floor if the other woman hadn't had her arm around her waist and steadied her even as she continued to use her fingers on, inside, Cinderella's most private place; as that happened all she could feel was gratitude. When she could think again, still clinging to Angie's arm, she whispered "Thank you". Angie pulled her face close to hers and kissed her on the lips, softly, gently, lovingly. This had never happened before. She had sometimes used her mouth on Cinderella's body, but never kissed her. She was overwhelmed by a deep, strong emotion that she couldn't name, wouldn't name. When the Agent drew her fingers up Cinderella's body, still wet with the juices from her sex, she didn't shiver in distaste as she would have in the past, and when those fingers found her lips she parted them willingly, meeting her mistress' gaze as she tasted herself. Her head was still swirling with conflicting emotions, but she no longer tried to resist. When Angie released her and swept away to fetch her handbag, Cinderella straightened her clothes. She still felt shame over being on display like this, but she no longer felt fear at her exposure. She knew her mistress would treat her well as long as she obeyed, and that was enough. When Angie took her leash and lead her towards the door out of the office she was nervous of what would happen outside, but whatever it was, whatever humiliation or degradation she would be put through, she knew that her mistress would let no true harm come to her because now she understood that however strangely she showed it, her mistress loved her. Her mistress loved her, and she loved her mistress. That was all that truly mattered now.

Chapter 3 - Rosemary Interviews for Chamber Slave

This is a work of fiction and should not be mistaken for reality.  All characters depicted are 18 years old or older By the time Thomas and Rosemary arrived at the house, she felt like she had scanned every meter around her for the past several minutes. She felt very vulnerable being nude and without a collar out here in the dark, imagining Hunters prowling about. It was hard keeping up with the butler, his shoes allowing him to take large strides while she stumbled along barefoot. Her feet looked a mess before he caged her, she could only imagine how dirty she was going to be when she got back. “Sir? Mister Thomas? Sir?” she tried to talk to him as they got in view of the house. He only slowed down and looked back at her as they passed by the carriage and stable for the coach horses. He stared at the almost nude forms of the two men grooming the two horses. Their leather harnesses tight to their frames, the small leather sacks at their crotches connected to them. Thomas seemed lost in thought for a moment before turning to Rosemary. “Yes? You have a question?” he sneered at her for a moment. ‘She still has a lot to learn,’ he thought, looking at her nudity, a pleasant pulse of heat at his crotch. He was looking forward to laying into her fresh skin soon. ‘Crops I think. She seems too delicate for a good whipping.’ “Sir, I was wondering when I get my own collar. And when am I going to get some clothes?” she asked nervously. She had not been told much beyond her need to obey so far. And the place seemed brutal and very intolerant of mistakes, even mistakes of ignorance. She was scared and was needing to fit in anyway she could. The smile was both warm and cruel at the same time. “So eager to show you are owned? Do you miss being collared?” She nodded slightly and his fingers brushed against her neck before he grabbed her by the throat. She reached up and grabbed at his wrist automatically. She tried to not resist as he choked her slightly. “Yes, Sir, I do miss it,” she gasped, suddenly moist. He let go of Rosemary and smiled. “You will get your collar right now actually. We keep them out here at the stable. We have a craftsman who does all our leather work. The boys over there will find one that fits best and I will lock it. They will also groom you a bit, since you will be entering the house. Just let them do their jobs, they are quite good at it. You get your clothes once it is decided what your job will be here.” Thomas went into the house, leaving the two stable hands to have some time with Rosemary. She squeaked in surprise at their approach but did not resist as they picked her up by her elbows and lifted her into a metal tub. Her feet touched warm water and she calmed down a bit. One of them brought up a sponge from the water and gently cascaded it over her, working his way up to her hair. The other male produced soap and helped to lather her up. They paid a lot of attention to her pussy, ass and breasts. She was enjoying the bath and the attention greatly. It was far better than anything that had happened to her at the Lancaster property or the orphanage. Once they had rinsed her off, they started inspecting her body for hair. The seemed uninterested in anything that she had growing on most of her body. Which was not a lot due to her Asian mother. But they both got very excited when they reached the slight bush she had been growing since she left the orphanage. “Uneven,” said one of them, the one with the blue eyes. “Needs trimming,” said the other, pinching and pulling on her pubic hair. The one time she flinched at the extra attention she was getting, one of them grabbed her torso and bent her forward while the other landed several hits to her ass. He made sure that each strike landed with his fingers touching her pussy lips, pulling her ass cheeks apart. She stood as still as possible after that. “Shape and trim,” they said at the same time, smiling at the statement. They were of the same mind. They took turns, one lifting one of her legs out of the tub so that the other could see and trim her pubic hairs. Then they switched, both of them making sure to finger her a few times and tease her clit. They rinsed her off again to make sure the hairs did not stay and become itchy against her skin. And the man on her right took the time to make sure her asshole was clean too. They gently dried her off with the softest towels she had ever felt before and then they brought over a collar. It was black leather with a hinge that did not quite open at the center. It could be hidden by her hair along with the lock that was going on it. It would have to be pulled open a little to get it around her throat though. Once the two large men had gotten it on her, they also pressed it closed a little and verified the hasp still lined up. Satisfied with the fit, one of them picked her up and carried her to the kitchen door. Thomas had been standing there for a while, patiently watching them groom her. At least, that is what Rosemary saw as she was set down in front of the butler. He tore his eyes of the two males and looked down upon the small slave girl. He nodded and moved over to a wall of the kitchen that had clearly been set up as the slave’s sleeping area, Lydia already lying down on the straw laid out on the floor. Rosemary promptly laid down on the offered bedding, grateful of anything softer than the cage she had spent all day in. Thomas put his shoe on her shoulder and pushed her over on her back. Instantly, Lydia was there, her face at Rosemary’s crotch. Thomas leaned down and attached both a lock to Rosemary’s collar and added a leash. He ran the leash down Lydia’s back and attached it to her collar. She grabbed Rosemary and rolled her over, exposing her back to the butler. He attached another leash, from Lydia to Rosemary. They were now attached, face to crotch, and leashed in place there. Thomas left in silence, his hard boots echoing away from the trapped slaves. Rosemary tried to find a comfortable position but every time she tried, Lydia would jerk away. She seemed to be afraid of Rosemary touching her and she could see why. The welts from her pussy whipping were still evident, some of them very dark colors. Rosemary needed her to be still if they were going to get any kind of rest, so she took a different tactic, one that sometimes had worked at the orphanage. She started to blow a stream of cool air directly at her clit, one steady flow of air. Lydia immediately calmed and allowed Rosemary to stay in place between her legs, so close to her tortured pussy. Once Lydia had gotten comfortable with Rosemary being there, they both started to relax. ‘She smells nice,’ thought Rosemary, her nose starting to detect the other girl’s pussy scent. She was very familiar with the fact that they all had a smell, each one as different as they looked. Lydia had a light smell right now and Rosemary started to imagine how she would smell fully aroused. The thoughts were making herself moist a bit and she knew it bothered Lydia when she stared to try to pull away. “Stop that,” Rosemary whispered at her. “I need to sleep!” she said a bit louder. “Shh!” responded Lydia. “If you wake up Cook, we will both end up eating her pussy all night!” Rosemary wanted to get mad. Lydia just spoke more than she did, but told her to shut up. Rosemary moved forward slightly, directing her stream of air at the clit she could see starting to show. Lydia moaned a bit and loosened her hold on Rosemary’s head, allowing her to move forward a bit more. She kept up that pattern until she was able to touch the tip of her tongue to the girl’s love button. She stayed there for a long time, just blowing cool air and touching the slave lightly. When she felt Lydia make her own tentative touches to Rosemary’s pussy, she knew she had done well. She slowly started to work her tongue over Lydia’s clit as the other slave worked on her own. The heat still coming off the marks from her beating was only slightly distracting and was only a problem if Rosemary brushed one. Lydia liked to bite and while Rosemary liked a little bit of tooth on her clit, this was much rougher than she found arousing. Lydia nibbled a bit too hard for Rosemary and she squealed, slapping Lydia across some of her welts. Lydia responded by clamping her legs down and sucking hard on Rosemary’s clit. She moved her hand around to the new slave’s ass, preparing a finger to go into her asshole. Rosemary wiggled her tongue as quickly as she could on Lydia, trying to make the other girl slow down and be more gentle. Lydia froze when they both heard Cook cough. But the sound was off in the distance of the room. Cook was still asleep on her bed. Rosemary took the opportunity to bear down on Lydia’s clit while grabbing the girl’s ass as well. She held her cheeks open but did not make a move to violate her. Lydia stopped the advance she was making to sodomize Rosemary, enjoying the rapid onset of an orgasm. Suddenly, Rosemary halted all her attentions. ‘No cumming with out permission. I can’t forget that one,’ she thought. Lydia did not stop though. She worked on the clit in front of her hard and would pause. Then she would creep her finger closer. Another pause. Tongue swirling on clit, pause. Rosemary knew that Lydia was pushing her toward an orgasm, seemingly on purpose. It left Rosemary few options to make the girl stop. “Stop!” she hissed as loud as she dared. She knew she was a talented cunt licker so she was not concerned about waking Cook and being forced to perform. She really just wanted to rest, even if that meant that she was stuck here with Lydia’s pussy in her face. She had only meant to calm the girl, not initiate a cum challenge. Lydia kept at it though, seemingly determined now to complete her end of the challenge. Her finger tip was just starting to penetrate her ass when the kitchen door opened again, the two stable hands depositing a crying Heather and Lisa. They were both gagged, thick leather balls jammed in their mouths. Lisa moved quickly to her spot, Heather limping along slowly behind her. They laid down with their backs pressed against each other. Rosemary envied their positions but thankfully Lydia had stopped her assault. ‘Maybe seeing them reminded her that we don’t cum without permission?’ she thought. With Lydia calmed down and the softly crying slaves nearby, Rosemary started to feel sleepy. The sounds were so familiar, so similar to her time at Lancaster Manor, she only needed a bit of Lydia’s dress to cover her side and she was sleeping. Her deep slow breaths on the pussy right in front of her kept Lydia aroused. Which was only fair, because she was doing the same to Rosemary, her glistening slick pussy in her face. Ω Rosemary dreamed of being tied to her bed again, stuck at the orphanage. Pussy after pussy pressed into her face. “Lick,” they would tell her. “Nibble,” they would command her. “Make her cum,” she was told. She felt so degraded doing it. Every girl took a turn on her face. Some of them enjoyed it, eager to have a ride on the poor girl destined for slavery. She tried to be gentle to the ones who were forced on her mouth, knowing they had no choices here either. Rosemary felt trapped, bound as she was to the bed. She tried to move, to get away from the harassment of the other girls but she could not escape their reach. She pushed and fought with them, only to end up back on the bed, spread out like she was on display, her pussy free from the chastity belt. She felt fingers probing her down there and realized it was not a dream anymore. The fingers she felt were her own. She woke up and remembered where she was, Lydia pressed up against her crotch. She moved, brushing her face against the welts on Lydia’s pussy. The slave did not stir at first and Rosemary suspected that she was healing fast from her whipping. She was not sure if she would have been able to bear such a beating as well as Lydia did, nor heal as quickly. ‘Or maybe she is used to being pussy whipped?’ she wondered. She shuddered at the thought, her fingers spreading open her pussy lips and lightly playing with the moisture there. She brushed some of it on Lydia’s nose before trying to move away from the slave’s crotch. Once her movements finally woke Lydia, the two slaves wiggled against each other and moved off the straw bedding they had been laying on. “Hey! Don’t spread that straw around so much! Its our bedding for the whole week!” cried out Lisa, a stern look on her face as she stood above them. “Lucky cunts! You got to sleep in only because Cook does not have the key to unlock your leashes. Thomas will be here soon to release you two cunnies. Lucky shits!” Rosemary tried to shrink away from the girl standing over them. She could see right up her dress to the puffy lips of her pussy. It was dark and red. She clearly had been abused by the workers last night. She was glad that Lisa had taken the men’s attentions and not herself. ‘I wonder if Tina would thank her for taking on so many men last night to keep them away from punishing her more,’ she thought. ‘Probably not. She looked like she really enjoyed being treated like that.’ Thomas entered the kitchen, Cook following behind him. He swiftly bent down to unlock the two girls. He grabbed one of Rosemary’s nipples and pulled her up off the floor with it. She scrambled to get her feet under her and allowed him to pull her upright. “Did Lydia cum last night?” he asked her, his dark eyes boring into her. She shook her head no rapidly. “No Sir!” she said. Both Lisa and Heather had paused to hear her confess. “Did she cum?” he asked Lydia, still holding Rosemary’s nipple. She shook her head no as well. He let go of the nipple and Rosemary curled over a bit. He really smashed it hard. “What is this?” he asked her, wiping the moisture off her nose. Lydia knew it was Rosemary’s juices. She had been smelling them all night. But she did not know she had some fresh on her face. The fear in her eyes was as plain as the pussy juice on his finger. “Well, Cook, I have to admit, you were right. Lydia is a cunt slave. She just seems to be drawn to it. I apologize for advocating taking her to the laundry now. I hate taking away one of your pleasures. I will see about getting another eager replacement for you as soon as I can. Unless this one fails at the washing.” He looked straight at Lydia. “If she is no good, I am sure Becca will return her to you soon.” Rosemary could see the fear in the girl. It sounded like a normal conversation about where to best use her labor but she felt it went deeper than that. As if they were deciding her long term future, not just where she could do work for the house. The shaking that Lydia was making made Rosemary certain she was right. ‘This is her one chance out of the kitchen or she would be stuck here, between Cooks legs for the rest of her short life,’ she thought. ‘I have to make a good impression here or I will end up stuck too. Or have to misbehave to get sold.’ The memory of The Last Chance stopped her from thinking like that anymore. She tried to hold herself still, feeling she had to show obedience or she would suffer punishments. Thomas glanced at the two of them and left the room. Rosemary found herself only half a step behind Lydia, the two of them closely following the butler. They went just a short distance before reaching the laundry area. Inside, the chained male was still moving large piles of wet clothing. There had been 3 girls in there yesterday, now only two could be seen. Thomas grabbed Lydia by the arm and dragged her inside the humid room. Rosemary stood at the door, feeling the warm air flowing out of the room over her breasts and face. The butler chained up Lydia to a shackle closest to the male, lifting up her chin to make her look in his face. He said something to her, something that made her start to cry and he placed his hand at her crotch. She grabbed her own tits and kept crying, nodding. Then he leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, hard. Her knees quivered and she grabbed his hand, holding it tight to her crotch. Then he broke contact, striding from the room quickly. Rosemary stared at Lydia for a moment, a bit sorry she had smeared her pussy juice on the girl’s nose now, feeling what she just saw was her fault. Thomas smeared Lydia’s moisture on Rosemary as he passed by, hiding his smile from her. They were building a natural animosity with only the slightest pushes from him. He was going to enjoy the eventual confrontation. He was curious to see which slave would come out on top. “I have to go attend to the Master. Becca will be along to collect you soon. She will be testing you to see what room she wants you in,” he said to her and then he ascended the stairs. She heard him walk along the second floor landing before going up to the third floor. She could only guess that Master Malone kept his living quarters on the third floor. She stood at the junction of the two wings of the house. The front door was right there in front of her. It would take just a moment to cross the distance and be gone from here. But she didn’t even move toward it. She turned her back on that temptation. ‘My chances to run were never real. Better that I learn to survive here than be prey for Hunters,’ she thought. From the second floor, Becca came trundling down, her large frame carrying her wide body. She walked over to where Rosemary stood and smiled at the slave. Then she clipped a leash to her collar and dragged her over to a set of hooks near the stairs. The leash was attached to one of the hook above her head, lifting Rosemary onto her toes to keep her collar from strangling her. She could reach it if she tried, Becca not being much taller than herself. The high heels the housekeeper wore helped give her a bit more height. “I need to find you a dress to cover all this,” she said, idly slapping Rosemary’s breasts until she brought her hands up defensively. Then Becca took a few strikes at her available pussy, landing a final hard blow to her her hip and ass as she walked back to the laundry area. ‘I would have gotten one myself if I had known! I was right there!’ she thought, clutching her stinging breasts. Becca was a cruel woman. She returned quickly, a gauze-like dress flowing in her hand. It was long but did not appear to be of a substantial material, resembling the sheer white gauze that was part of the curtains. Becca placed it at her feet, a circle of white. Then she stood there, expecting Rosemary to know what to do. Tentatively, she reached down and picked up an edge of the material and stepped into the circle. Rosemary raised it up to her tits, trying to see how it was to fit her. There was a cord at the top, sewn into the hem. She brought it all the way up to her neck and tightened it slightly, to hold the dress up and in place. Then she tried to find where her arms should go. There seemed to be several places for her to place them and she got confused. A frustrated sigh came from Becca as she came over to show Rosemary how to arrange it on her chest. “The back is open, so Master can scratch or whip you as he sees fit. Or guests if he is entertaining.” The thought of a stranger also hurting her gave Rosemary the chills. “Here, your arms go through these two holes. These others are to expose your breasts. They are to remain out at all times unless there are children present.” Becca spread the openings and made Rosemary’s breasts hang out of the dress. Then she cinched up the cord sewn into the dress below them very tightly and knotted it in place. The rest of the gown hung in a tube, with another cord sewn into the bottom hem of the dress, just below her knees. “That one there is tied wherever the Master wants it, got it? If he wants you exposed, he will tie it up at your tits,” she said and demonstrated by bringing up the material to the bottom of her breasts. It indeed exposed her freshly trimmed pussy hair. “Or me might want you hobbled,” and she brought the hem to her knees and tightened the cord but did not tie it. “Master likes to be able to display his slaves,” she said, looking Rosemary in the eye. “It’s my job to make sure only his best ones are used for the chambers and the parlors. The prettiest ones get used a lot and the men have all called you pretty, even Master. So I am going to install you in his room for a few hours, see how well you can handle that. Tonight, I will exchange you out to a parlor, since Master is having a guest over then as well.” “Don’t start thinking you are special around here. I am only putting you in his room right now instead of tonight is because he won’t fuck you for a cycle. He wants to make sure he is not fucking a mother of a Lancaster,” she sneered at Rosemary, making her scared of being the Master’s chamber maid. “And remember, this was Tina’s old spot and you see how he treated her.” The mention of Tina made Rosemary go cold. ‘If he would do that to his favorite, his personal chamber slave, then what chance do I have?’ she thought. Becca released her from the hook and tugged on her leash, dragging her up the stairs. They passed the second floor quickly, Rosemary gazing down the hallway and remembering the room she was in just yesterday. She hurried after Becca, trying to keep her from tugging the leash again. Once they reached the top floor, she could not help but notice that the wing on the kitchen end of the building was closed off, a large black gate preventing anyone from going down that way. It was clean and well taken care off, simply locked off. Rosemary stumbled as her leash was pulled by Becca. She had clearly slowed down too much staring at the closed wing. Even the second floor looked more hospitable that this. When they stopped in front of a well used and ornate door, she was sure this was the Master’s chamber, her newest cage for the next few hours at the least. Becca knocked and the door quickly opened, Thomas attending to the Master as well. Rosemary saw another man with him, dressed in a similar fashion. ‘A second butler?’ she thought for a moment, the man smiling at her like he was familiar with her. “Rick, take Sara back to Cook to return the dishes and then place her back in Becca’s room, as I showed you. I will be sending you into town today to arrange a new scullery slave for Cook. I do not expect that the auction house will have what we need on demand. It may take them a few days, so let’s get an order in now,” he said to the man Rosemary did not recognize. “Don’t look so scared Sara. You won’t be returning to Cook for scullery service. You are in Becca’s care now and you should be grateful she used you to service Master this morning.” The slave girl looked scared even after Thomas assured her that she was not going to be given to Cook to use in the kitchen. Rosemary had just seen what they do to the scullery slaves and she did not want to go back there either. But the look on the dark haired girl’s face was still full of fear. She held tight to the gauzy dress near her crotch and Rosemary suspected that Becca liked to use her slaves for more than just keeping rooms tidy and in order. The slave managed to nod and then she moved to pick up a tray loaded with dishes. The tray was very wide, the handles barely within her reach. Rosemary watched as she struggled to carry the load, knowing that if she attempted to help the poor girl, she would likely be punished for it. Sara had to move slowly, the plates rocking and slipping around with each move she made. “Be careful Sara. Break a dish and its 10 lashes from Cook. And you are already getting 10 for failing Master this morning,” said Rick, staring at the back of the girl, her sobbing now making the tray bounce in her hands. Rosemary focused on the room she was now in but she jumped when she heard a dish hit the floor. Sara began crying and Thomas shut the door to quiet the noise. “Rosemary, attend your Master’s cock. Sara was not sufficient this morning,” he said to her. She thought she heard some pride in his voice. ‘Or that could be my wishful thinking, hoping I am the better cock maid,’ she thought. Becca pushed her forward and with a downward pressure. Rosemary took the hint and fell to her hands and knees. She quickly moved toward Ian, finding him pants-less but wearing his shirt already. His cock was slimy and wet looking, clearly the efforts of Sara dripping from it. The look that passed between Thomas and Becca were not seen by either the slave or the Master, but they appeared impressed. Most slaves needed to be told this early on but Rosemary just dropped down, like she had been doing this all her life. She padded over to her Master and slurped his cock into her mouth as deep as she could manage, his balls resting on her chin. When she ran out of air, she backed off and spit up some of her own saliva onto his dick. She quickly stroked him a few times before dropping on his cock again. She stroked his balls, massaging them as she gurgled around his stiff member. He leaned his head back for a moment before reaching down, grabbing her head. He forced her down on his cock a few times before fucking her like crazy. She stroked him with her tongue, timing her strokes to make sure he felt like he was in a pussy. It did not take him long to press her fully on his cock again, shooting a hot stream of cum into her throat. Rosemary grabbed his ass with her hands and pulled herself on his dick as hard as she could. Ian had to pry her loose, a giggle climbing in his throat. He could not allow her to make him laugh in front of his servants. ‘She is fucking amazing! Who trained her to do that? Has Thomas been telling me everything?’ he wondered. ‘He has been such a loyal servant. I doubt he knew she would do that. And her skill would have kept her at Lancaster if they had known she was such a cock whore.’ He looked down at the cocksucker and tried to not smile. She did not have a lot of cum to show him this time. He knew he shot most of it straight down into her stomach already. But she enthusiastically played with what little she had left to suck out of him when he pulled her off. He reached down and grabbed a nipple, pulling her to a standing position. He smiled at her and said “Swallow.” Then he opened her dress to expose her breasts, pinching her nipples a few times. She tried to stay perfectly still despite the desire to twist away from him now. Then he pulled up her bottom hem all the way up to her breasts and the tied it there, very tightly. “I want you to show me the property I own but will not fuck,” he said to her, his finger finding her moist and ready. She felt ashamed that he would not use her yet. She increasingly wanted his cock inside her now. Each time the gave her attention there, her desire climbed. “You can still take my ass Master,” she said. She was not fully sure why she said it, but she knew she wanted that cock inside her. Her body was so warm right now, her need to mount him climbing even as she saw him hide away his cock with pants. He quickly turned her around and shoved his finger up her ass quickly. She gasped and tried to stop clenching as soon as the shock wore off. He pressed into her and she felt like his whole hand was being forced up her asshole. When he withdrew, she felt it was just one of his fingers, the middle finger on his right hand. He brought it near her mouth and she opened after just a moment of hesitation. The look on his face made her want to be on top of him but also scared her a little too. There was only the slightest taste of her offal, since she stable slaves had done a good job of cleaning her out the night before. She suckled on his finger, showing him her eagerness to take him on in her ass. He pulled his finger out roughly and smiled at her. “Enthusiastic. Very good. Thomas, I want her to wake me in the morning. See how well she does at that,” he says to his butler. “Assuming she makes it through today without being sent to the fields.” Ian finished dressing, only needing Thomas to hand him his clothing. Once finished, he looked very fine to Rosemary, his reflection across the room appearing to be standing next to her despite the distance. Her heart fluttered for a moment and she blushed, certain he could see her juices glisten down her leg even from across the room. Her pussy was so exposed here and she was unaccustomed to the feeling after years of her chastity belt. She thought she saw Ian smile her way before he left the room. “Clean and tidy,” were the only instructions Thomas gave her as he followed the Master out. The door shut hard and she heard it lock. The fire was out, which made sense for the season. She searched the room, looking for any clothing on the floor. Once she had finished that task, she went to make the bed. For a moment, she climbed into it, feeling it still a bit warm from her Master’s slumber. Then she pulled the sheets off and straightened out the lumps in the bedding. Once she had the bed made back up and looking like a portrait, she arranged the pillows on top and began looking for other tasks. It was her urge to pee that made her look for how he relieved himself up here. There was a ceramic chamber pot near the door to his own private bathing area. The hole in the stone floor both looked and smelled like the proper place to put waste. She emptied the pot and went herself, glad to be able to void herself for once without being forced to. She wet a cloth and wiped herself down, being careful to keep her breasts exposed and her dress dry. The gauzy material would dry quickly but became almost invisible when wet. She compared the look of it to the material at the curtains. It was an exact match, simply a matter of tailoring. She inspected the sheets and saw they matched the same material the scullery slaves wore. She liked her current outfit, feeling it was more girly looking, even with it drawn up and exposing herself. She moved about the room some more, reveling in the feeling of being free like this. She decided to start dusting the sparse shelving. Her Master did not have much to clean up in this room so she was unsure why she felt inadequate for being in here. ‘Am I missing something I need to clean or tidy up?’ she wondered. Once she had gone almost all the way around the room, she encountered the trunk. It barely would move for her, but she was sure Master could haul it around easily. It was unlocked and the hasps were open so she lifted the lid, not knowing what to expect. She had already seen his wardrobe and this looked to be storage for something entirely different. Once it was opened, she backed away, a bit shocked. There was a variety of wooden carved dildos, many of them bumped and ridged in designs she could not comprehend. There were metal ones as well, big heavy iron monsters. She pulled out gags and straps, some of them arranged as harnesses. Many of them used looking, only a few of them appeared brand new. The more she pulled out, the greater the desire to try one or two of them became. She began sorting them and cleaning the few that clearly had been neglected. She had very little water in the basin provided in the wash room but she did her best to clean what she could. As she began packing them back up, she inspected them for wear. She found a matching set of leathers that looked like someone had been working their way past some of the connection points. A few more hours and whoever was in them would have been able to get free of the bondage. She put the set to the side, laid out on his bed, and arranged the contents of the trunk into a sensible order. She turned the unruly pile of gear into a manageable collection. Before she realized it, she heard the bell sounding through the house. She was unfamiliar with the usual house sounds but she suspected that the hour was noon and that lunch time was commencing. She looked out the window and could see Lisa making her way with Thomas across the field, heading to the larger barn and the caged Tina. Rosemary touched herself lightly, remembering she had only the Master’s cum so far this morning. She was proud of her idea to take him so fully this time. She hardly tasted him at all this time besides the last watery bit. She heard the door unlock and stood straight up, her hands behind her back. She had no idea what position they expected her to take when she is alone in a room so she was just guessing by assuming the pose they used at the orphanage. She relaxed inwardly as she saw it was Becca opening the door. And she was carrying a tray, one laden with food items. “Mmm. It looks good in here, like you have done chamber training. At the orphanage I guess?” she asked Rosemary as the smell of the food moved into the room as well. It was strongly spiced bread and some cured meat. She also had a decanter of wine and two glasses with her. She smiled at Rosemary when the slave nodded. “Miss Becca, how did you know about the orphanage?” she asked the Housekeeper. She had not told anyone here about her time there yet. Not that she had been given much of a chance to be social. “It’s your pose! That is the standard pose they teach there, when they decide an orphan is going to be sold.” She leans over to Rosemary and harshly whispers, “Basically anyone over 14 or is menstruating. Well, sometimes an exceptional girl or boy gets out of there after that age, but that is so rare. Everyone else gets sold at the orphanage.” She leveled her gaze at Rosemary. “Everyone.” “I know you were interviewed, but those people were really looking for younger orphans and they just see the older kids to give them false hope. So they don’t rebel,” she explained. “Do you remember Lord Malone coming to visit you? Oh, you don’t? I do. It was shortly after you arrived there. He came back home talking about this tiny exotic girl there, stuck in a chastity belt. He had planned to buy you at auction since the orphanage does not do private sales. And then Lancaster bought the entire lot out from under everyone.” She sliced into the bread, the aroma of the spices making Rosemary’s stomach growl. She covered it quickly but Becca was already staring at her. She rolled her eyes at the slave and held a tiny piece down below her knee. Rosemary rushed over, got down on her hands and knees and gently kissed the morsel from her fingertips. She waited there, holding that submissive pose, until the Housekeeper pushed her forehead back a bit. Rosemary stood up and returned to her place again, her groomed pussy still visible as she stood. She grabbed at her own ass, remembering how she would get strikes for not moving fast enough at the orphanage. She hated that there were things her body wanted now that she had no control over. Her ass actually wanted to be hit when eating like this. Becca lowered a tiny chunk of meat and Rosemary nearly drooled. When the Housekeeper nodded, the slave repeated her eating routine. Becca smiled at how refined Rosemary’s submission was. ‘No wonder Master likes her,’ she thought. “You did an acceptable job cleaning and tidying up today but I am not sure Master would like you going through his gear. That is where you found that harness right? Sara looked like she had not been bound with that,” she said, looking at the device laying out on the bed. She offered another tiny piece of bread down and the slave eagerly lapped at her fingers for it. “Miss Becca, I found a trunk full of bindings and devices. I cleaned what I knew needed it. When I found that, I think its been damaged. It’s worn in places. I think someone might escape the next time that one is used,” she said, kneeling on the floor, her stomach grateful for the tiny bits of food. And so much better than the swill she had been given the day before. Becca stood suddenly and walked over to the items Rosemary had laid out. She kept her position near the vacant chair, knowing she should wait for discipline. Or possibly a reward. Her nose and stomach really wanted a reward of food. Just the mere thought of a reward was making her moist as well, her clit getting erect and the familiar ache coming from her pussy. “Very good eye Rosemary! Master had been using this on Tina a lot! And now I see why she had been misbehaving for so long! She must have started to work this rivet loose and thought she would be able to force her way out,” she said to the kneeling slave. “The Master needs to stop playing at night and in the dark so much. He might have missed this.” “I need to do what?” said Ian Malone from the doorway. Becca flinched and dropped the harness on the bed, looking flushed for a moment. “Master I apologize. I was telling Rosemary how good a job she had done noticing some wear on this harness,” she said quickly. “Show me,” he said, moving forward to inspect the harness. “Damn. Tina was using this one a lot lately. Becca, I think you should send Thomas out tonight with a message for her. An extra week. For the insolence. And you said Rosemary noticed this cleaning today?” Becca nodded and stood in place. Master Malone stroked her breasts. “But not my Housekeeper? This is not recent wear Becca. She almost made it free of this piece.” Her eyes were wide as he lifted her skirts and he began pulling at something Rosemary could not see. But when she heard fabric rip and some silken soft remnants began falling from underneath her skirt, she could guess what he just tore. Becca’s pussy was now just as bare as her own. Instinct made her scurry over and pick up the ripped pieces with her mouth. The scent of the Housekeeper was very strong, something Rosemary was not used to. She swayed a bit at the odor but maintained her position. “How much training have you done with her, Becca? She seems to be very good at being a chamber slave,” he said to her. “Have you been rewarding her properly?” “Master, I have not actually worked with her training yet. This is all her doing,” said the Housekeeper. “She says she even cleaned some of your devices.” She nodded to the trunk while he kept moving his hand under her many skirts. Rosemary could smell her arousal. Becca’s breathing had become ragged, and she was flushed. Rosemary knew she was going to orgasm soon and all the slave could do was watch. “Slave, come catch. I don’t want it on my floor,” he said, looking dead at her. Rosemary, with the torn remnants of panties still in her mouth, rushed over to Becca, still on her hands and knees. Master Malone barely lifted up the skirts before Rosemary ducked under them, knowing what was expected of her. She had been forced to do it so many times at the orphanage. Her face pressed up against her Master’s hand as he pumped in and out of Becca’s pussy. She licked and sucked at the available genitalia as he fingered her. The Housekeeper started to lose strength in her knees and he held open her pussy with his fingers. Rosemary latched on, her own fingers finding the woman’s clit. When she heard her Master command Becca to cum, Rosemary was ready, flicking her pleasure nub strongly and holding her mouth open, ready for the stream of cum she was expected to receive. The woman’s torn panties were still jammed in her mouth. After what felt like a full minute, the flow ended. She had caught most of it, the excess flowing down her thin dress, making it stick to her skin. When she emerged, she felt naked, the thin wet fabric giving her no illusion of clothing. And she smelled of Becca’s lust. From the pattern of moisture, she was sure there was a lot in the skirts of the Housekeeper too. She looked down at her moist breasts and she wished hers were larger again. The large nipples standing out from her slight breasts made her feel mismatched and she was sure Becca’s looked more attractive. “Becca, I think Rosemary has earned some rewards for discovering this for me. Feed her properly,” he told her. “Not those crumbs you use to train them. I think she is past that. And make sure she gets freshened up. I want her to nap on my bed and I won’t have her smelling of cunt. She is going to the parlor downstairs after dinner and the rest of the night. I want her well rested for that.” He opened the trunk and pulled out some implements Rosemary did not recognize but there was one she knew well, a flogger. It looked like the Master was going to physically discipline someone and Rosemary had a good guess it was going to be Tina, especially after what she had just heard. The handle that had dozens of cords with knots in it was particularly scary. She had tested that one out on her leg. It hurt on so many different levels. “Yes, Master. Certainly. We will get to that right away,” she said, nodding as she watched him select implements. He set a carved wooden dildo, a very wide one with ridges and bumps all over it, onto his bed. “For you tonight Becca. Sara gets your usual one. Lydia is my attendant tonight, correct?”

Chapter 7 - A Week Without Mom

When I got to school on Monday I was already in a cranky mood, despite my very nice day at Star Mall with Tina. Mom was away visiting aunt Josie so I was woken up by HomeAI instead of Mom's cock, and then Tina was a total brat all through breakfast and Lily just laughed it off. I missed the bus Tall Suzy and Amanda was on and since I didn't feel like getting a stranger to get me off and I was too tense to masturbate I was super horny, hence the extra crankiness. It didn't get better either. Our first class on Mondays is Social Analysis and Engineering and it's super boring, plus Teacher Turner is really into making us do these boring simulations over and over to "illustrate the potentially huge effects of minor changes in parameters". Ugh! At break time Tall Suzy was swamped with girls to fuck of course, and Amanda was off before I could catch her so I just found a quiet spot and tried to do some revisions for the Language test on Friday, but I kept thinking about how Mom was supposed to be gone all week and it made me miserable. Next period is Third Stage Math which is okay, and then we only have a short break before Physical Exertion and Coordination. Peac is fun enough, and this time we were doing martial arts which I usually love. I was hoping to relax a bit but I was partnered with Freddie who is a bit slow in her moves at the best of times and today she was hopeless. The third time I put her down Teacher Excellence pulled me aside and said I was being too violent! I told her it wasn't my fault, that it was Freddie who was slow, but she wouldn't listen and told me to go wait outside her office! I was fuming! I was expecting her to be really cross with me but when she let me in after sending everyone else to the showers she was unusually soft-spoken. She explained that I was usually so gentle and careful in these exercises and that was why she had put me with Freddie so she was disappointed that I had been so rough. And I started crying! Just like that I got so emotional that she thought so well of me and I had let her down that I started bawling my eyes out and couldn't stop! Teacher Excellence came around her desk and hugged me close, holding me until I stopped sobbing, and then she took a tissue and wiped my face. I didn't want to let go of her but it was Amanda's turn to be fucked today and she had already kept her waiting for too long. She told me to take a shower and go see Nurse Forethought and that she'd update my schedule so that if I was late the other teachers would know it was because of a health issue. Amanda was waiting outside Teacher Excellence's office and she looked a bit worried - I must have looked a mess! - so I hugged her and told her I'd be okay before I went to the showers. When I got there most of the others had already finished and were either dressing or leaving for lunch. I saw Freddie off in a corner and although I felt super awkward I went over to her. When she noticed me she stiffened, no doubt expecting me to still be angry with her, but when I apologized for how I had treated her and promised it wouldn't happen again she softened and gave me a quick hug. She offered to wait for me so we could have lunch together but I told her I had to go see the nurse but maybe tomorrow? We parted as friends and that made me all emotional again so I almost started crying but I managed to hold it back. I took a quick shower and changed back into my school skirt and sandals and went to see Nurse Forethought. It had been a while since I had been there so I had to ask SchoolAI for directions. Her tiny office is behind a small waiting room near the teachers' lounge. I hesitated a bit before knocking on her door and was let in. I've always like Nurse Forethought. She's happy and perky and always has something nice to say. She makes you feel that she cares. I think part of it is also that she is one of the younger women on the school staff, about twenty-five. (It doesn't hurt that her uniform is totally hot either! It's like a short starched dress that's really tight and makes her breasts look even bigger than they are, and even when her cock isn't hard you can just about see the tip of it hanging below the hem.) She let me through her office into the examination room but we just sat next to each other on the examination table and talked. She asked me a bit about my mood swings and even just telling her about it I was so embarrassed I almost started crying again. She put her arm around me and let me recover before she finished. "Your mother is a futa, right?" The question surprised me a little, but I nodded. "How often does she fuck you?" "I dunno, maybe two, three times a day? More on the weekends, usually." "And the last few days?" I told her Mom had left to visit aunt Josie early Sunday afternoon so she hadn't fucked me since Saturday night. "But I fucked a friend of Lily's at Star Mall, and... uhm, I guess that's it." I hadn't realized it had been that long - I had cuddled a bit with Lily and Tina Sunday night, but we hadn't made each other cum. "That probably helped a little, but not enough. You see, daughters often develop a special bond with their mothers, especially if they fuck a lot, and if the mother is a futa this becomes even stronger." "So I'm like, missing my mommy? I'm not a baby!" I felt myself getting angry, bristling at the accusation. "Of course you're not a baby. But it's been quite a while since she's been away for more than a day or so, hasn't it?" Her gentle tone calmed me a little, and when I thought back I had to admit that I hadn't been separated from her for more than a day in several years, since before I went through puberty and we started fucking. "Your body is used to your mother fucking you several times each day, and now you've gone almost two days without. That's probably what's affecting your mood. It's a physical need that's not being met." "But she's going to be away all week!" I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "I can't be like this a whole week, everyone will hate me!" Nurse Forethought stroked my hair and let me cry for a bit, then spoke in a cheerier voice. "There are ways to help. We have some forms of medication and tools that can help a little, but before we try that I'd like to set up a schedule for you here at school so you don't get regular sexual frustration on top of this." I shrugged at this, not sure how much that would help. And then I had another thought: "What about Tina and Lily?" "Lily is your older sister, right? Does your mother fuck her as much as you?" When I thought about it I realized that Mom and Lily rarely fucked other than on weekday morning and sometimes when we had a family night and Lily wasn't out with her friends. Nurse Forethought assured me that she would be okay - the bond weakened with age, and since Lily was also independent she wouldn't get the same symptoms, or if she did they would be very weak. "As for Tina, it seems that at her school" - I noticed she was checking things up on her duocles - "there aren't many student futas, and the teachers are already quite busy. I think the best solution would be for her to stay with another family with one or two futas, just until your Mom comes home. Do you think she would be okay with that?" I considered is. Tina was quite attached to Mom, but she was happy to spend a night or two with friends. "Maybe? I'd miss her, though." Nurse smiled and gave me a hug. "I'll discuss it with Lily and your mother and see what we can come up with. Her teachers haven't reported anything at I can see, so she might not be as strongly affected as you." I hugged her tight and thanked her again for being so kind and nice and helpful and I nearly started crying again, but before that happened she gave me a hug and a kiss. "Now then. Shall we see about setting up that schedule? Will you be happy with me taking most of the sessions? My schedule is quite open this week and my experience in cases like this is that having a regular partner helps." I nodded quickly. Suddenly just the idea of being fucked by Nurse Forethought was enough to make me wet, and being fucked by her every day for a whole week? The mere thought sent shivers of anticipation up my spine. "Would you like to start right now or would you prefer to have lunch first?" The question made no sense to me. I was already pressing myself against her, breathing hard, almost whimpering with need. When she undid the top buttons of her uniform and revealed her huge breasts I nearly came right away. "Please... I can't wait..." She pulled my face down to her chest and I immediately started sucking on one of her big nipples. She slipped one hand down between my legs, the touch of her fingers on my pussy sending a line of heat right to my center. Suddenly I sensed the scent of her pre-cum and when I glanced down she had pulled her cock free of her dress and was stroking it briskly as it rose to full erection. I crawled up on the table and lay down on my stomach, pulling up my skirt and spreading my legs. "Like this. Mom fucks me like this." She climbed up on top of me, her breasts resting on my back as she guided the tip of her cock to my entrance, sliding it up and down my slit before pushing the tip inside. I bucked and moaned with frustration, but she seemed determined to take her time. Right then I just wanted her inside me, though on some level I understood she was just being careful with a girl she hadn't fucked before, and while Mom's cock was bigger it wasn't by much so taking it slow was probably her natural instinct. Once she had the tip inside she lowered herself to her elbows, slipping her hands under my arms to grip my shoulders for leverage. The moment she began to thrust I came hard, crying out wordlessly as the frustration inside me found at least a partial release. This did not deter her, and good thing too, because despite that quick orgasm I was still almost as horny, begging her to keep going. She whispered sweet words in my ears as she continued to fuck me with slow, gentle thrusts, her breasts pressed against my back and the slightly rough material of her uniform brushing my ass. I came twice more before she even was all the way inside me, and even though I felt exhausted I begged her to keep going, to keep fucking me with her big, wonderful cock. I don't know how long that first session lasted - maybe fifteen minutes, maybe an hour. At some point she had put a pillow under my hips to make it easier for her to push her whole cock in me. I lost count of my orgasms and hers too, but I felt her cum inside me at least twice. I was too tired for words but every time she slowed down or started to pull out I grabbed her hands on my shoulders to signal her to continue. She did so every time, always keeping the same steady pace apart from when she was about to cum when she sped up a little, shuddering and giving up a quiet gasp when her cock spasmed and unloaded her sperm inside me. When I finally came out of that feverish state and began to relax Nurse Forethought slowed her thrusts. I tried to turn around on my back but I was shaking so badly from exhaustion that she had to help me, moving the pillow to behind my head. She slipped inside me again, smiling down at me. She continued to fuck me slowly for several more minutes, her big, soft breasts rubbing against mine. I built towards a final, soft orgasm, and when I came she pulled out and stroked herself quickly, sending several long spurts of cum up my body. Afterwards she cuddled down beside me, even though the table was barely wide enough for the two of us. She trailed her fingers through the cum on my skin and offered her fingers to me. I eagerly sucked her sperm from them, then opened my mouth for more. She gathered up more and let it drip onto my tongue then gave me her fingers to suck, repeating the process each time I reopened my mouth. After a few more minutes of this she slipped down from the examination table and coaxed me into following her into the adjacent shower stall. It was tiny, not really meant for more than one person, but we made do. We washed each others' backs, and I got to play a bit with her huge breasts. Afterwards she helped me towel off, then gave me a tender kiss. "I hope you feel better now." Her smile was soft and lovely, and she was back to being her normal perky self. "Much better. Thank you so much Nurse Forethought!" I couldn't resist throwing myself at her and giving her a long, tight hug. She laughed a little. "You should call me Alice, at least when we're fucking." I nodded, blushing a little at the unexpected intimacy. It's unusual with school staff who let the students use their first name. "Now go eat lunch, then get to your" - she checked her duocles - "Language class." "Yes, Nurse Fore... uh, Alice." I blushed again, pulled on my skirt and sandals and left after giving her another hug. She sent the schedule she had prepared to my duocles while I was eating. Apart from tomorrow afternoon she would fuck me twice daily, and the one time she couldn't Teacher Excellence would do it. That was better than I had hoped - Nurse Forethought had been absolutely wonderful, and Teacher Excellence had been very understanding about my problem and was one of my favorite teachers anyway. (She usually wasn't a fantastic fuck but she got the job done.) I was a little nervous when I went to Nurse Forethought's office in the afternoon - I was feeling a lot better and it seemed a bit like I was getting special favors for nothing so I worried that she would just cancel everything - but it turned out there was no need. As soon as I knocked on her door she let me in, already out of her uniform and with her cock hard. She had reconfigured the examination table into a more bed-like form, lower and wide enough that we could at least both lie down on it without risking to fall off. We cuddled there for a bit, then started making out. I couldn't keep my hands off her amazing breasts except to stroke her cock. When she asked me to suck it I did it gladly. Her pre-cum tasted amazing and I couldn't wait to get more of it and at about that point I realized that even though I had felt pretty normal I was still reeling a bit from my previous emotional roller coaster ride. Alice pulled me up on top of her and her mouth on my pussy made me cum almost right away. She kept lapping softly at my clit and it sent me into a long, gentle orgasm with tiny peaks of intense pleasure when she sucked on it instead. While I kept my hand on her cock and tried to remember to stroke it I couldn't focus enough to use my mouth, especially since I was gasping and moaning throughout. I made up for that when I came down though. I'm used to taking all of Mom's cock down my throat, and while the position I was in didn't quite let me do that to Alice I made a good effort, and judging from the way she started moaning and bucking her hips she appreciated it. When the few drops of pre-cum grew to a slow but steady flow I focused my efforts on the tip and stroked her shaft with both hands, swirling my tongue around the fat head and moving my hands quickly up and down her spit-wet cock. It didn't take long before she gave up one of those little gasps and my mouth was flooded with her cum, long thick spurts of it going down my throat and out between my lips. I kept on stroking her pulsating shaft, my fingers sliding easily in the slick mixture of saliva and sperm. When the flood had stopped I plunged my head down again, taking almost all of her cock down my throat, one hand squeezing her balls while the other found her clit. She gasped again, her cock twitching in my throat as she shot another load right down into my belly. When she finally stopped pumping cum down my throat I slowly let her slide out of my mouth and concentrated on licking her clean, lapping up every trace of sperm I could find. She laid back and tried to catch her breath, sometimes raising her head to kiss my inner thigh. She didn't soften completely, and when I started to lick her more firmly and suck the tip to catch the odd drop of sperm that still leaked out she started to get hard again. I turned around and straddled her thighs, rubbing myself against her slowly rising cock while I looked down on her and fondled her fantastic breasts. They were so big and both soft and firm, her small areolae holding big fat nipples that just begged to be sucked. I kissed them each in turn, then sucked them until they were hard as erasers. Alice laid back with her eyes closed, letting me do as I wished. When I was satisfied that her nipples couldn't get any harder I raised myself on my knees and used my hands to guide her cock to my entrance. She was long enough that I had to raise myself a bit further, steadying myself with one hand while the other pushed her inside me. I slowly slid down her, taking her entire cock inside me in one motion, making her moan softly as I showed her she didn't need to be gentle with me in the future. I leaned down to kiss her, rubbing my much smaller breasts against hers, moving my hips slowly. Then I raised myself up again and began to ride her in earnest. I looked down into her eyes as we fucked, drowning in the blue depths of them as our bodies moved together. She raised her hands to my breasts, holding them tenderly as I slowly slid up and down her shaft. Soon my growing excitement pushed me to move faster and I closed my eyes as I leaned back and concentrated on the sensation of Alice's cock inside my pussy. Her hands fell away from my breasts and when I glanced down she was playing wit her own, squeezing the big mounds of soft flesh and flicking her fingers over her nipples. I sped up my movements even more, my ass slapping against her thighs, and soon I felt my orgasm approach. Alice shifted beneath me and when I felt her lips close around my nipple and suck hard I came almost immediately, my pussy squeezing her cock tightly. Just when I was starting to come down she grabbed hold of my hips and started thrusting up into me, making me cum again as her cock pulsated inside me and filled me with her hot sperm. Afterwards we both lay there gasping, her cock still inside me as her cum slowly leaked out of me. We stayed there for a while, kissing and cuddling, until we were ready to,get up and shower. We were both pretty well fucked out and mellow so helping each other wash in the cramped stall didn't lead to any more adventures but it was still a nice, quiet moment. And that's how the week continued. Tina stayed with the Pattersons, two mothers with twin futa daughters a year older than me who were happy to have someone stay with them and help keep their girls satisfied. Lily had friends stay over every night, all of us sharing Mom's bed. Penny stayed over twice, including Friday when Tina was home again and she seemed to enjoy spending time with us even when we weren't fucking. Nurse Forethought had given me a vibrator suitable for overnight use but I only turned it on once. Going to her office for a thorough fucking became the highlight of my day and I was almost a little sad that it would end so for our last session on Friday afternoon I brought her a little gift, a cute little nurse poppet I had ordered special from a place in New Delhi. It wasn't a perfect likeness, but then you can't demand too much from a ten centimeter robot, and I had programmed it with some of the nice things she had said to me. When she set it to walk over her desk and it repeated some of her words Alice got tears in her eyes and said it was absolutely perfect. We hugged for a long time and I promised to come by and see her next week to let her know how I was feeling. On Friday night when I finally fell asleep between Tina and Lily with Penny's cum still warm on my skin, even though I was still missing Mom I couldn't imagine how I had ever thought this would be a bad week.

Chapter 0 - Rosemary For Sale

This is a work of fiction. The setting is an alternate historical Great Britain.  Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination.  All characters depicted are 18 years old or older.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.  Rosemary for Sale Rosemary lay awake on the small cotton pad they had given her. She could smell it was nasty and it had not been washed since the day she had arrived but she was still grateful to have it. It was still a more peaceful bed than what she had in the orphanage. She had seen inside some of the other enclosures. She knew it could be worse. Straw and refuse lay about in some of them, crowded with several women. Others were barred shut or smelled heavily of something foul and dank. She hoped to never find out what made them smell like that. She guessed that the only reason she got her own cell in this hellish place is the fact that she had retained her virginity. She knew from how the other women were treated, she was different and it was the only thing that set her apart. Had she known it was going to be used against her like this, she would have taken the risk of a teenage pregnancy and allowed one of those horny boys she knew to violate her body. She strained her ears, searching for any sound indicating what time it was. There was nothing she could identify solidly. The frequent distant screams echoed down hallways. Sounds of wet slaps on soft things. It could be strikes of crops on flesh, whips snaking onto bodies, beasts of burden being urged to pull and carry. Or her fellow slaves being punished and pushed to new limits. She unconsciously pressed her shirt against her nipples. She had been beaten and whipped her first week on the property until she was grinding her rough burlap shirt against her nipples at every chance. At first, it was such an unnatural movement for her. Instead of the heavy chastity belt the orphanage had put on her, here at Lancaster Manor they used a different method to ensure her virginity remained intact. They put heavy leather mittens on her hands and buckled them on. When no one was around to monitor her, one of the porters would clip the ends to her thick leather collar. She had to learn to press her arms against her chest to make the shirt press against her small tits. During those first few days, she had seen several of the other girls who were bought at auction along side her being trained in the same way. Rub or get strikes. Rub or the cane swats against her ass. All the other girls had it easier, thought Rosemary. They had larger tits, ones that swayed and moved when they shook their chests. Like large pendulums, their breasts made their own friction against the rough fabric. There was no pressing their arms tight to their chests, pulling and tugging the harsh weave of fibers over nipples. She hated them all. Rosemary jerked as she heard the cold sound of metal on metal. She knew from the countless times she heard the noise that it was the porter using his key on her cell door. The outline of light of her cell door suddenly became a rectangle of brightness. Rosemary squinted, hoping that today it was Tony who was sent to fetch her and not that awful Brent. She began frantically pressing the burlap cloth that served as her top against her sore nipples. Her eyes adjusted and she saw it was Tony this morning. Her heart slowed down a bit, knowing she would get a toilet trip first. Brent always forced a blowjob before leaving her cell, his sperm dripping down her face and from her hair as he led her through the cellar. He never allowed her to swallow, despite the frequent instruction that she never spill a single drop from any male. Parading her through the cellar ensured she was punished throughout the day for disobedience with a double-cock gag strapped to her face. She never got a choice which end was going to be her gag and which end was for display, the long and narrow cock or the wide, fat monster. There were times she was sure it had recently been used before going into her mouth. She knew Brent was tormenting her for some reason. Tony was nicer. He would let her pee and clean up from her time in the cell before he made her suck him off. He loved to grind his foot against her crotch as she drove his cock down her throat. And she was allowed to keep clean too. Her primary objection about Tony was he insisted on bathing her. He focused so much attention on her tits and pussy she almost always came, necessitating another round of the wet sponge, or sometimes just a cold bucket of water. It always depended on his mood at the time and how well she sucked his cock. And then there was the harsh towels to dry her off. There were days she preferred Brent, but only when bathing. He left her mostly alone. He was clearly instructed to wash her tits and pussy and he always rubbed her clit until she doubled over with an orgasm. She still could not tell if he was better at making her cum or if Tony was, since there were times Tony did not quite get her there. Despite how harsh he was, Tony was still the least sadistic to her. She knew she had been here at least two months, her cycle having just ended a few days ago, her second one since she was purchased. It was a long standing policy at the orphanage to sell off any unclaimed children the day they turned 18. Orphans had the choice of either auction or abandonment. No one wanted to be abandoned here, effectively becoming wards of the State. Wards of the State were considered public property and it was the local government’s civic duty to properly care for its wards. Which it did so by selling them off. Bounties were paid for any property recovered and an active slave trade kept revenues up and the streets empty beggars and the poor. Since the orphanage sold her directly, it was allowed to add in the cost of her chastity, no small sum. Rosemary had spent almost 4 years of her life as an orphan, watching the prettiest girls and slight build boys leave the building with rich benefactors. She got to interview with them too from time to time, but no one ever showed interest in adopting her. She had arrived at the orphanage at the age of 14, having lost both parents to the local debtor’s prison. In a lot of ways her life had improved since those dark days. At least here at the Manor, she was not assaulted all the time. Rosemary paid a heavy price for entering the orphanage a virgin. Not only was she fitted with a heavy and awkward chastity belt, but none of her clothes could fit her properly again. Anything she wore would clearly show she was belted. Only the simplest of dresses were made for her to cover herself and even then, the bulk of the belt clearly stood out against her slight frame. What made her time at the orphanage the worst was how often she actually came out of that belt. Frequent medical exams ensured she stayed virginal during her time there. She was always blindfolded for the procedure. Probing fingers mashed and moved around her genitals, sometimes there were hands grabbing at her breasts. It became routine to be examined like this, strapped to a strange half table, stirrups holding her legs apart. She was scared that at any moment someone would plunge into her, ripping her virtue and ending her value. Every evening, she would pass out from exhaustion. Rosemary would be woken up with her wrists and ankles tied in a spread eagle pose. One of the girls would then pick the lock on her belt and free her. After a few weeks, the girls managed to produce a key, one of the spares the orphanage kept locked up. Rosemary was violated every night from then on. Tears and begging for mercy usually occupied several hours of her nights this way, her voice never above a whisper. She was too scared to be caught bound to her bed by the headmistress. The other girls kept telling her that if she was found like this, the headmistress would keep her bound all the time, a pervert free to torment. They would threaten to tear her open, tell her how much it hurt, how much it would bleed. And then mercilessly rub her clit until she came. Yes, her life at the Lancaster Manor in many ways had become an improvement. Tony attached a braided leather lead on to her collar before un-clipping her mittened hands. She rolled her shoulders and made her elbows pop as she stretched. The sharp jerk on her leash made her quickly follow him to the bathing area set up for the slaves of the household. She knew if she tried to touch herself beyond rubbing her nipples, she would be beaten at the minimum. Her pussy was no longer her own. This morning was turning out to be very different than all her others. Tony led her to the bathing area where the water was warmed and already a bit soapy, not the cold bucket she was used to. A second smaller bucket was full of clear warm water, set aside to rinse her off. She looked at Tony in confusion. She learned in her early days here not to speak unless told to. Both Tony and Brent were strong advocates of silence from slaves. And the panel and cock gags used as reminders were very effective. In silent practiced moves, Tony took off her collar, mittens, and short burlap shirt. He stood back to allow her to bathe. She knew that even if she were to try to escape, now that she was free of her bondage, there was no where to go beyond this room. It was all slick stonework and she barely kept her footing with the help of the porters in here. Running was dangerous. Plus the gate they used to keep the area separate only opened with the porter’s key. Tony and Brent were too strong to over power. Not while naked. After using the small cloth provided to scrub with, she stood with her arms behind her head, legs apart, waiting for Tony to begin his assault on her tits and pussy. After several moments, she opened her eyes to see him staring back at her. Was that pity she saw there? What was he sad about her for? He dipped his hand into the smaller bucket and tossed the clear warm water against her skin, removing any residue from her own ministrations. After she had rinsed off, she expected Tony to begin his drying routine but he just threw one of the harsh towels her way. Rosemary quietly adapted and quickly dried herself off, paying extra attention to her crotch. When she was finished, she dropped to her knees and hobbled over to him, her eyes wide and mouth gaping. Her hands reached for his cock, clearly straining against his pants. Tony slapped her away from his crotch, his face locked into a stern expression. He made a single movement of his head, a shake indicating No. His eyes darted around the room quickly and Rosemary took the hint. They were being watched and she was not behaving the way he needed her to. She stood back up, almost eager for her collar and mittens now. She could tell something was bothering Tony. Something involving her. He had even skipped giving back her scratchy shirt. She was slow to follow him now and he was constantly tugging at her leash. Her feet were stumbling along, the sense of dread welling up inside her chest. Hot tears began to form in her eyes. She instinctively knew there was something wrong. From the way he walked, his looks at her, Tony clearly knew what was about to happen to her and she was not allowed to ask. Her stomach growled and she almost turned down the hallway to where she was fed. But Tony kept going straight. Was she to be examined again? There were not many other doors down this way and she had never been to any of the other rooms. Part of her was grateful to be skipping the feeding room. It was the only place she saw any of the other slaves now. It was a large open space, a few support columns breaking up the room. Wooden partitions were placed along the walls, ensuring that the slaves could not see the others unless the porters decided otherwise. Each stall had a tube extending down from the ceiling with a leather covered pipe extending from the bottom, a fake cock for each slave to suck on to get nourishment. Her first day here, they had brought her in for her feeding and she tried to revolt. The room stank of bodies and sweat, spilled muck at the feet of the feeding slaves already locked into their stations. She could see they were strapped in place, the ‘cock’ forced into their mouths, hands cuffed around the tube, preventing them from backing off the device. Rosemary bucked and kicked, earning herself a whipping instead of a meal. Her hands were chained over her head and she was summarily beaten at her assigned stall, the feeding cock smacking her face as she tried to avoid the strikes. Her screams echoed in the room, causing many of the trapped slaves to sob around their feeding tubes. The tube she was to feed from dripped the foul meal provided for her, piling up on the floor, making it hard for her to stand. She was not let out of her cell for two days after that. When she was brought back to the feeding room again, she was the first one there. Brent explained to her that if she fought again, each slave would see what happens if they fought. Rosemary cried and sobbed, the leather and metal pipe forced far into her mouth. Whatever foulness was in that pipe, it was the only meal she would be getting from now on. Her empty stomach and thirst made her desperate to comply with the demands. Today, she passed the hallway with only the faintest longing for a meal. Her stomach was empty and her fear was making her feel a bit sick. She was also not comforted by the fact she did not hear any noise from down that way. Normally, there was crying and sobbing at the minimum. Choking sounds from another captive who was being fed a new recipe. Right now, anything that sounded routine would calm her. The strides Tony was making was putting her into a panic. When they stopped in front of the exam room, she relaxed slightly. She knew what to expect in this room. She closed her eyes, preparing for the usual leather strip that was to be her blindfold. When Tony dropped the heavy leather sack over her head, the slight noise she made earned her a strike to her tits. She could feel the back of his hand on her chest for several minutes after he hit her, especially her right nipple. The ring he wore caught it with his swing, pinching it hard. He removed her collar and belted the leather bag around her throat. The stiff belt prevented her from moving her head freely, increasing her sense of dread. Her eyes adjusted to the new darkness and she could see pinholes in the leather, allowing just enough light for her to make out the floor, Tony’s black boot barely in her view. He grabbed her hands, clipped them together and brought them above her head. Another click and they were secured there. He stepped away, his footsteps fading, leaving Rosemary to contemplate her new situation. The first thing she noticed was the smell inside the hood. The strong smell of the leather was pleasant to her, but there were other smells she picked up on too. ‘Someone has been sick in this thing’, she thought, the faint scent of vomit in her nose. She tried to stop thinking of how long she might be here, stuck in this hood. She did not dare step away from the spot Tony left her at. Her mild panic was starting to grow when she heard footsteps again in the hall. She felt more than saw the leash being connected to her new collar, the tug yanking her toward the exam room. Rosemary began to calm a bit. She was very familiar with what went on in this room. She climbed upon the exam table without being told, placing her legs into the stirrups. The leather padding stuck to her skin, making it hard for her to move once she was in place. Hands strapped her legs tight to the supports and a belt was strapped over her arms and head, tight on her forehead. A final belt was placed over her belly, cinched too tight for her to breathe properly. She struggled to keep quiet. The belt on her belly was new. It scared her. It kept her hips from moving when combined with the straps on her legs. She had never been strapped down to be examined like this before and panic was starting to make its way into her chest. Despite the severe consequences of making noise, she was preparing herself for a scream when she heard voices talking about her. “Is this the one, Father?” a male voice sounded. “She looks so small. No wonder she is not producing. Are you sure the cooks have been feeding her the right dosages?” “Yes, Martin, the cooks have been properly doing their jobs.” She knew that voice. She rarely heard it, but that was Lord Lancaster. They must be here examining her today. A hand grabbed her right breast, pulling and kneading it like it was some dough. She was squeezed and pressed, her nipple being pulled on at the end of the treatment. Rosemary was in agony, struggling to keep from making any noise. She knew the punishments were harsh from the porters. She could only imagine how bad the Lord would treat her if she were to try to speak right now. ‘Producing? Producing what?’ she thought, as her left breast was mauled. “The Doctor thinks she might produce properly if she were impregnated,” said Lord Lancaster. “Which is such a shame. I was hoping to get some Virgin milk out of her. They are so hard to find these days without directly breeding them. I could have set whatever price I wanted. And I hear that its much more delicious than the other varieties.” Her tit was still in the grasp of whatever hand was currently tormenting her. She felt a hand at her crotch, rough dry fingers exploring her clit and pussy. Hot tears began to form in her eyes. She just knew that hand was going to tear her open, they were going to mount here right here. “She is so small down here, Father. I bet she would be fun ride!” The excitement in his voice made Rosemary almost cry out. His fingertips were pressed up against her hymen, his thumb resting on her clit. She wanted him to rub it, just move it just a little. “She is getting moist! Ha! She wants it Father. Can I? Can I take her?” The glee she heard in his voice shook her. They were openly negotiating her virginity while mauling her. Her tits ached, the constant stimulation of them for the past weeks driving her mad. Her clit throbbed, needing more than the fingertip pressed against it. Her body started to shake, a silent sob coursing through her, her panic taking control. The only positive effect of her movement was that it make Martin’s fingers move, sliding over her clit which sent her body into stronger convulsions. “Is she cumming? Brent, you told me it takes some effort to elicit an orgasm from her,” said Lord Lancaster. “Tony, you said the same. Were you lying to me?” His voice went cold and hard suddenly. Even Rosemary became still, Martin’s fingers still pinching at her pussy. She barely drew in breath, the leather sticking to her face. She heard something slice through the air next to her and Tony’s voice saying “My Lord, I think she was crying. She is easily cowed ever since her first days here.” Rosemary knew he was right. She had given up all hope of anything other than a short, painful existence here once she was sold. She knew very well the lifespan of most slaves like her was short. Her mind was whirling. Both Tony and Brent were here in the room, as well as Lord Lancaster and his son. She felt her examination was not going as well as it could have. She was not allowed to speak for herself and she was clearly not meeting the expectations they had of her. ‘They wanted me to make my own milk?’ she thought. ‘And now what are they are going to do to me? Impregnate me? Oh god! Not like this!’ “Have her Martin. Its your birthday today. Keep her, she’s yours. Add her to your collection if you want. Her fate is yours to decide.” Lord Lancaster was disappointed in his purchase. “I will see you this evening for your birthday feast.” Heavy footfalls faded off out of the room. “Brent, take her to my room. I want to enjoy my present before breakfast.” He pinched her clit against her pubic bone and withdrew his fingers quickly. Rosemary held her breath, her scream stifled successfully. Her panic was rising but she had no choices. She was property and Martin Lancaster wanted her in his room. And Brent was going to take her there. She just knew he was going to find a way to torment her. She knew both porters unstrapped her from the table. She could feel Tony on one side of her, Brent must have been on the other. Once the leather belts had been released, she moved off the table toward Brent, attempting to give him less reasons to punish her. He grabbed her by the back of her neck and pushed her forward. He forced her forward from the room, never once letting go of her neck. They turned away from the exam room and he made her stop in front of a door. She could see his arm pull open the door, revealing a set of stairs leading up. She had never been off this level of the estate and she had no idea what was in store for her at this point. A shape moved past, an expensive shirt and pants flashing in front of her. ‘That must be Martin,’ she thought. The holes in the leather hood allowed her to see a bit, but it was not enough to make out finer details. She had to keep her gaze low just to use the holes to see. Brent kept a strong grip on her neck as he pushed her in front of him up each step. He partly was lifting her up with each motion forward. Her breathing became labored after a few steps. The thick leather with its tiny holes was not allowing much air to pass. Brent seemed to know this, his strong hand at her neck keeping her upright. When she started to stumble, he slowed down, allowing her to breathe more. She was getting lightheaded. She felt Brent move next to her face. “You are going to wish they had started milking you,” his hard voice sounding harsh. “If Martin likes you and adds you to his collection, you are going to suffer such daily torments you cannot imagine. He lets me watch after them most days.” He gave a quick laugh in her ear. “He normally picks just one to play with on his own and there are so many to care for.” Rosemary had wondered why it was mostly Tony who came for her in the mornings and evenings. Now she knew. Brent was usually overseeing Martin’s collection, whatever that meant. She was afraid to find out. He hauled her down an unfamiliar hallway, a long rug on the floor running down the center. She could see the occasional table leg and door frame but she still had no idea where she really was. “Personally, I hope you fail. I have too many to take care of as it is without adding you to my chores. I will eagerly admit you have talent sucking cock, but Martin won’t be using your mouth today.” Brent then reached down and forced a cloth to her crotch, pressing on her pussy and drying up the moisture that Martin caused. “He thinks you don’t like sex, so if you go to him all sloppy and wet, then I look like a liar. Better that your first time is rough and dry. I really hope he makes you cry out so I can punish you.” He then shoved the cloth between her throat and the bag, blocking off many of the holes and forcing her to smell herself, the damp cloth pressed against her nose and mouth. Tears began to flow from her eyes, her emotions getting out of control. She was about to be raped by her new master and Brent was doing everything he could to make it as miserable as possible. He pushed her forward and she stumbled onto a soft surface. Perfumes and slick fabrics enveloped her senses for a moment, almost overriding the scent of her arousal and the leather sack. She could feel her hands being grabbed and she was pulled further onto what she was sure was Martin’s bed. A sharp sounding click later and her hands were stuck in place. She pulled and struggled but it was no use, she had been connected to something on the bed frame. She felt hands grab at her ankles and a body pressed up against her legs. The hairy legs was a strange sensation to her, causing her skin to crawl with the tickle of the contact. Warm hard flesh pressed against her pussy as Martin pressed his cock against her. Rosemary tried to close her legs, terrified of the pain she knew was coming. His dick missed its target and slid along her clit and up along her belly. The bed shifted a bit and an arm pressed down next to her side. His cock moved along her pussy again and began to press into her vagina. She instinctively tried to close her legs, anything to stop what she knew was coming. “Spread her,” Martin said. A pair of calloused hands grabbed one of her ankles and pulled. A softer pair of hands with hard long fingernails grabbed her other ankle. Rosemary almost made a noise, the shock that there was another person in the room nearly forcing a squeal out of her. She knew it must be Brent who had pulled on her, but she had no idea who the other person was. It certainly was not Tony. Marin kept trying to penetrate her but his cock was too dry to enter. He shifted off of her, saying “Lick her, Cumdump.” The softer hands left her ankle and she suddenly felt a mouth on her pussy. Spit and a tongue worked on her cunt for a few moments before Martin returned, trying to mount her again. His rock hard cock sliding along her quim, finding her entrance. He pressed forward into her hymen and she could feel it tear. She was steeling herself for tremendous pain, her insides ripping and bleeding out. Instead, the feeling of fullness overwhelmed her senses as his cock pressed up inside her. His dick made contact inside her vagina, stroking her G-spot for a brief moment. She felt so good that, for a moment, she forgot all her training and let slip a satisfied grunt. Martin instantly stilled atop her. “Did you just laugh?” his voice hard and cold. She could almost see his anger through the leather hood sack. He placed a fist into her belly and pressed his entire weight into her. Her breath was forced out as she rapidly shook her head, desperate to tell him No any way she could. “I heard her laugh, sir,” said Brent. Rosemary was shocked at his words. ‘That was no laugh and he knows it!’ she thought. The pain in her stomach was rising into her mind, blocking out almost all thought. Martin’s cock was still buried inside her cunt, it’s slight movements stimulating her in ways she was not expecting. There had to be something wrong with her. She was enjoying the sensations. ‘Maybe I am a pervert?’ He plunged into her pussy a few more thrusts and withdrew, pressing with his fists hard into her belly as he moved off. “Cumdump, finish me. She doesn’t deserve my cum.” Slurping and gagging noises began immediately. “Brent”, he said casually, “after you tend to my collection, take her over to that bar I like. Oliver knows what can be done with her. Tell him she replaces that girl I broke last month. Oh, and canes today. I like how they scream with the canes lately.” ‘He broke a girl? How?’ Rosemary could not believe what she was hearing. He was so casual and matter of fact about what he just said. She had been caned once, for breaking curfew at the orphanage. It took her days to sit again and the marks lasted for weeks. ‘Lately? That means canes are regularly used!’ she thought. “Very good, sir,” Brent’s reply sounded smug. He had wanted Martin to treat her badly. He had gotten what he wanted, certainly. She was left on the bed, unable to pull herself free. She kept her legs closed, wondering how badly she was bleeding. She was so absorbed in trying to process what had just happened to her that it was quite a shock when she heard women’s voices all crying out different words. “Tits!”, one screamed. “Ass!”, cried out another. “Cunt! Feet! Thighs!”, all cried out in different voices. ‘They sound like dogs barking!’, thought Rosemary. She squirmed on the bedding, imagining horrible cane strikes on her body. She heard the slice of air just before it hit flesh. “Oww!!”, a woman screamed. Several more strikes followed, her screams drawing out with each hit. She took a breath and screamed “Thank you!” followed quickly with “Tits! Tits! Tits!”. There was a pause before Rosemary heard the swish again and another woman screamed loudly. “Oh god! My tits! Cane my tits! Please!” Brent landed several strikes to the woman before she started chanting “Feet! Feet!” Another pause that soon began to fill with sobs, Rosemary strained her ears for the next blows to land. Even though she could not see them, she had seen enough canings to know that the marks on the first woman were just now beginning to develop full color. The first red lines were now filling up with blood, turning them a deep red or worse. ‘He is making them choose the punishment the next one gets!’, she thought. ‘That is so sick!’ She was slightly relieved that she had not become part of Martin’s ‘collection’ even if it did mean her fate was now up to Oliver at the bar. Brent continued his beatings on the women. The cries of ‘no’ and ‘ouch’ and the screams going on for so long that Rosemary started to cry for them. She tried to cover herself on the bed, her mind reacting to the sounds by imagining herself as the next target. Occasionally one of them would sound pleased with Brent’s choice of target, crying out with ‘Yes!’ and sounds of pleasure. Through it all, Rosemary could hear Cumdump slurp and gag on Martin’s hard member. He always increased his pace when the screams were at their loudest. She had no idea how long it had taken but the cries of the women all eventually turned into a singular plea: “Mercy! Mercy!” As the chorus of voices started to peak, Martin began to grunt and Rosemary could hear Cumdump choking. “All of it. All of it Cumdump”, she heard Marin saying. “Don’t spill a drop or you will be whipped.” Cumdump went quiet for a moment and a satisfied grunt sounded from Martin. Rosemary heard something heavy land on the floor and her new master spoke. “Heh. She swallowed it all, but she passed out. Make sure she is breathing. And prepare her for whipping after you have taken out the trash. She is going to be my guest’s entertainment tonight! As well as my collection. Lovely marks on them too! My party is going to be so well decorated this evening!” For a moment, Rosemary was confused. Martin had instructed Brent to take her to the bar, not take out the trash. Her confusion passed quickly as she realized that to Martin, she was the trash. Her tears, already freely flowing in pity for the beaten women, rolled down her face and gathered into the cloth at her mouth. Her juices mingled with her salty tears, filling up the hood with her scent all over again. She was so focused on herself, she did not notice Brent had moved to check on Cumdump nor that he was releasing her hood from the bed frame. When he jerked her off the soft bed, she squealed in fear, knowing a cane strike was going to land on her. Instead, Brent punched her stomach, making her double over in pain and fall to the floor. She could barely make out a female shape lying there next to her. Black belts kept her legs bound tightly together. Rosemary could see scars crossing all over her legs, old ones mixed with healing ones. Before she could see any more, Brent lifted her up by her hood and hands, literally dragging her from the room. She heard Martin humming Happy Birthday to himself, clearly satisfied with how his morning was proceeding. Brent pulled her along quickly down the hall again. She was barely able to keep her footing as he hauled her out of the house. Once they were outside and her feet were on the sharp gravel of the walkway, Brent let her go for a moment. He released her hands from the top of the hood and connected them again behind her back. She felt the belt at her throat being loosened and suddenly the bag was removed. Brent’s hand caught the soaked cloth at her throat before it could drop to the ground. He tucked the bag under his arm and moved in front of her, his eyes locked on her face. He looked so angry and she could not help but cry. “You don’t deserve to see where we are going but if I leave you blinded, I won’t have time to do all my chores before tonight’s celebrations.” His voice was hard and as cold as metal. “Follow me or I will clamp you.” He held up some spring loaded clips, wide and with spiked edges. There were several of them, all attached with chains. She had no idea where he would clip those painful looking things to her and she did not want to find out. “And no noise,” he added as she shoved the moist rag into her mouth. She knew better than to resist the improvised gag. Brent turned and began walking down the gravel drive. Rosemary struggled to keep up, the sharp stones hard on her feet. From time to time she stepped off the path into the cooler grass on the side. As they got farther away from the manor, the lane curved, allowing the trees on the property to hide the home from the street. They approached the end of the drive and Rosemary could see a figure locked into a pillory. When they got closer, she could see it was a woman, her clothes in tatters and hanging off her frame. “If you do a good job greeting the guests today, you might be released,” Brent said as he placed the leather hood over her head. “Please! Please let me go! Please Brent! I will do anything! Please!” she cried as he buckled the belt around her throat. Rosemary stared at his cool expression. He slapped her ass a few times and tore a bit more of her dress. “Do a good job today Sara. Your brother wants a good birthday party!” he said, walking quickly away, a shocked Rosemary nearly running behind to catch up. Her mind was spinning. ‘That was Martin’s sister?! Surely that could not be real! Why was she out there near the street?’ She had no answers and would not dare ask for any. Brent moved fast, his long strides carrying him easily down the street. Rosemary fought to keep up, her tiny breasts bouncing on her chest. She drew stares from all sides as she ran behind the Lancaster porter. She tried to not think about how many people she passed were runaway slave hunters. How many of them would snatch her up and apply for a bounty at City Hall. Brent looked behind at her from time to time. She wondered what would really happen if she tried to run. Would he let her? Would he call out that she was a runaway? It was obvious she was property so she could not claim any misunderstanding. The rag in her mouth tasted sour and was soaking up her drool for a time. When it got saturated, she would suck on it, getting a fresh taste of herself and her tears. Her growling stomach reminded her she still had not had a meal today. Despite how foul it was, she missed her morning meal right now. They soon began passing smaller homes, built closer together. They were approaching the center of the town, people packing the streets. Every step became harder for Rosemary to keep up with Brent. Pinching fingers would sneak out at her nipples and tits. Slaps to her ass and legs started to become a regular occurrence. Brent must have noticed and approved of the treatment because he slowed, allowing the crowds more time to molest her. She thought he had led them to the wrong place when she noticed they were getting close to the local prison. Thick stone walls cordoned off the area, a single barred gate with guards manning it was the only entrance. The smiles she received from them made her feel like she was a target. All the men in this area looked at her like that. Big, burly men, well dressed and well paid, each one of them giving her a stare that scared her to the core. She followed Brent as close as she could, drawing the gaze of everyone in the street. ‘The Last Chance’ was written above the door he entered and Rosemary noticed the bar was only separated from the prison by an alleyway in the back of the building. The noise was deafening inside and barely lessened when she entered. So many eyes focused on her in that instant, she felt like she was meat in front of starving dogs. Brent had already moved toward the bar itself, forcing Rosemary to thread a path past all the tables. Hands grabbed and fingers probed at her as she struggled to get to his side. She was not the only slave here and not the only nude one either. The second floor of the building had a walkway that ran around the room, doors every few feet. From how frequent people were coming in and out of them, she knew those rooms were being used to fuck slaves. The sounds alone were familiar enough to her. Along one wall were men and women locked into pillories and stocks. She could see a few of their faces, tear stained messes. Others were only showing their backsides, cum and other fluids dripping off them. ‘What’s going to happen to me? Oh god! Please don’t let me end up like this!’ she cried in her mind. She had thought the orphanage was bad. This place was going to be her end and she knew it. The sense of dire dread growing in her chest. She began to cry again, her hot tears streaking down her face. She reached Brent just as he had finished saying something to an older balding man. “Fuck him! Damn it Brent, he broke my Wendy last month and now he wants to replace her with that stick thin stray?” The man looked straight at her. “Her tits are too small! Look at this shit! She cant be in the fuck wall!” Brent leaned over and said something close to the man’s ear. “What the fuck! First time just today?! Bullshit, she’s not even bleeding! So I can’t sell her out as a recent virgin, no one would buy that! Fuck! And besides, all my rooms are full. I can’t take on another whore right now.” Rosemary wanted to run, to escape this nightmare. She looked over at the fuck wall, bodies trapped by panels. All she could see was asses, feet and hands. At least at the places that were not already occupied with someone pounded on the trapped slave. There was a woman ramming a strapped on dildo into another girl right next to a man pounding away into another pussy. Next to them was a man whose cock was being stroked and teased by a woman, the man with her was binding the slave’s balls and cock with a thin leather cord. ‘The rooms upstairs are probably worse than this!’ she thought, scanning the room for every predatory look. There were far too many for her to feel good about this place. “Fine. Fine. Take her out back then. I know I won’t get what I need out of her. You had better make it up to me, Brent. Wendy was a grand whore until he ruined her. After what he did, she was not even good enough for the wall.” The bald man looked at Rosemary one more time and winked. “Put on a good show slave. Its your last chance!” He laughed so hard at his own joke, Brent grabbing her arm and pulling her to the back of the building. No one touched her with Brent leading her on, something she was quietly grateful for. The probing fingers she had been enduring were having an effect on her. The faint touches to her pussy were reminding her that she had not gotten to cum yet and all the attention on her was starting to make her feel a bit horny. ‘What is wrong with me?’ Rosemary wondered. She hated this but could not deny how her body was reacting to how she was being treated. Brent took her down several steps and stopped next to a wooden pillory that was set up in the alleyway. She hated how it looked, little carved spikes at the bases of the pillars, a head hole and two wrist holes in a board meant to keep her upright on the spikes. A whipping cane hung from a hook right in front of her. Brent opened the device and placed her neck into the largest opening. He lifted a knee into her crotch, forcing her to keep in place. He reached behind her and released her hands from each other. Quickly, he moved them into the wrist slots and closed the locking bar into place. She was now trapped, literally her last chance. As Brent took the mittens off her hands, a youthful boy came running out of the bar. He carried a chalkboard sign and some rope. She could not see all of what was written on it but she saw For Sale very clearly. The boy made a great deal of effort to make sure it hung just below her pussy. He handed something to Brent as he went back into the bar just as Brent was attaching one of her ankles to the metal cuff attached to the post. Rosemary began to cry as the pressure of her body began to press her foot into the spikes. It was not that they were sharp. The pressure points were brutal on the bottoms of her feet. And it increased to new levels when Brent cuffed her other leg to the second post. She was now spread open for anyone in the alley. Free to harass her or use the offered cane to her skin. Her cloth gag was her only respite, allowing her to keep a bit of dignity. And silence. It had kept her from making any noises around Brent, something she was grateful for. Some of those pinches had hurt and without her gag, he may have punished her. He finished locking her up and she quickly realized she could take pressure off her feet by hanging from her neck and wrists. But not for long. She could not hang herself like that and eventually she had to put her weight back at her feet. “So you see what your predicament is? Good. I knew you were a smart one, even if you were not well endowed.” She felt him grab a nipple. He slowly increased the pressure, twisting as he continued to speak. “This is The Last Chance. It’s named that because this is the last chance most slaves here have before they either die or get donated to the prison yard. You are not a prisoner of course, so if you escaped from there, you would earn your total freedom. But nude? Starving? Locked in a stock for hours?” ‘Hours? How long am I going to be here?’ she wondered. “I think the prisoners there would make short work of something as slight as you,” said Brent. He released her nipple, the pain changing from his pinch to the return of blood to her nub of flesh. “Your only hope is that, before midnight, someone comes along willing to buy you. Oliver in there wants enough to replace his Wendy, so you have quite a sum to attract. Oh, and this is mine.” He pulled the rag from her mouth. As she moved her jaw, free of the gag, he placed the object the boy had given him into her mouth. A ring gag, simple and effective. The single leather strap going behind her head quickly and pulled on tight. “The boy has a good eye for the right size. You could take one larger but this will keep you from biting as you are inspected. And since Martin has invited all the big spenders in town to his party, there is a very good chance you are going to be tossed to the prisoners tonight.“ Tears began to flow from her eyes as the drool she could no longer contain began to drip out of her mouth. Brent smiled at her, turned on his heel, and walked back into the bar. Over the next 12 hours, men and women wandered into the alley and inspected her. Some took strikes at her ass and legs with the offered cane. Some plunged into her pussy with their fingers, pleased with her look of pain. Some forced fingers into her mouth, gauging how deep she could take a cock. She could see that some were slaves themselves, wearing collars proudly over their clothes. Others were clearly servants, out having a good time during the afternoon. The sun went down far too slowly for her, the crowds thinning, whispers of the Lancaster party taking over the local calendar of events. She hung from the stock several times, never quite able to allow her life to fade. Her feet were in agony, her drool a pool below her face and between her legs. She knew she passed out several times. It was only a cane strike or fingers in her mouth or pussy that woke her again. The crowd in the bar started to pick up again near the midnight hour as some patrons arrived to see what the evening after a Lancaster birthday party might bring them. Rosemary heard cries and screaming and a raucous cheer from the bar. Her heart sank as cheers of ‘Sara! Sar-ra! Sar-ra!’ filled the place. She could only guess that Sara Lancaster had in fact been freed from her pillory. Only to end up at The Last Chance. She could not decide if her tears were from her own pain or for pity that Sara had ended up here too. She was so lost in her own self that she did not fully notice the older man standing across from her. His stern look was severe. She could not tell if he was sizing her up or angry at her. He moved very close to her and she could see how fine his clothing was. He lifted the flower out of his lapel and placed it in her hair. He then ascended the steps to the bar. Oliver could be heard arguing and raising his voice. A few minutes passed and Oliver appeared in the alley, a huge smile on his face. “You are quite a lucky cunt! This here is Thomas and he just bought you for Master Malone, your new owner.” He unlocked the ankle cuffs which allowed her to get off those damned spikes. Her feet felt raw. The locking bar swung free and she nearly collapsed. Thomas caught her, one hand grabbing at her breast, the other pressing against her back. He shifted his grip slightly and held her tight to himself. She grabbed at his arm, not to rip it away, but to grip it and hold on. He had lifted her fully off the ground and was simply carrying her along. She did not mind the crushing pressure on her tits, the relief from her feet worth the new discomfort. Besides, it was far better treatment than she had gotten lately regarding her breasts. Thomas kept her gagged and never said a word to her as they traveled down the street away from the prison. After they had gone about a block, he waved at a passing carriage. The driver stopped and opened the door for the man, helping to lift Rosemary inside as well. When the driver slipped his fingers into her pussy and asshole, she just accepted it. She also realized that she had become moist along the way, her body yet again telling her she enjoyed some part of this. The rocking of the coach plus her long day made her pass out on the floor, Thomas’s boot just inches away from her face. He looked down at her and smiled. He was certain Master Malone would be very happy with this newest slave. She was very compliant and not broken fully. And still so young and new. She should easily take to the training at Malone Manor. Thomas already had several thoughts on what her first tasks needed to be after she became acquainted with Master Malone.

Chapter 2 - Casidy's First Capture

This is a work of fiction.  All characters over 18.  Please comment if you want more. They had been walking back home from the bar, both of them too drunk to drive and too broke for a cab. They passed by a construction site, the chain link fence not fully secured, the large lot still being cleared for the next step. But the management trailer was set up along with the chained cage around the generator behind it. And four port-a-johns. “I need to piss,” he said, ducking through the fence. He did not see Casidy’s wide open mouth at his comment, her wish to fill her mouth with his cock driving her crazy for most of the evening. She really loved how tight his jeans were and the bulge he constantly sported. She followed him in, not knowing that was the turning point of her life. He opened up one of the johns and let the door’s spring slam it shut. Neither of them knew that the management trailer was being used as a late night gambling location. Not until the door flew open and three men came bounding out of the entrance. “What the fuck!” said one of them, making a grab at Casidy. She moved too slowly and he grabbed her wrist. Her surprised squeal brings Teddy back out from the toilet he was in and he is quickly grabbed as well. The two of them are so drunk, they think its funny and simply fall down, laughing. “Motherfucker. I thought we had been caught!” said one of the other men. “Yeah, well, we actually were. Can’t call anyone or we all get into trouble here. Fuck,” the third one said, looking down at the two trespassers. “How about we hire a cab and get them out of here?” “Fuck you! I am not dropping any of my cash to give some stupid fucks a ride home,” said the first one. “Think of something else.” “Mmm,” said Casidy, her hand tracing up the leg of the man who had grabbed her. She got to her knees when she felt his cock throb at her touch. She was fast and had his dick in her mouth in seconds. “Oh shit! You see that?! Got a cock-sucker here!” said the third man. “How is she?” “Jerry, shut up!” said the first man, his cock buried deep in her throat. “Oh fuck!” he exclaimed and grabbed the back of her head. She started to struggle after a few seconds and the guy shook, his hips tilting at her face. “Oh damn! You should charge for that!” he said, letting her head go. Casidy fell backward and promptly threw up. “Hey! I have an idea!” “I want to hear how good she is, not your idea Chuck,” said Jerry, watching Casidy retch and moving to grab her up. He knew she would be sobering up now with all her drinks on the ground now. Teddy had gone silent for a moment and was laughing again. Casidy tried to get up and run but Teddy tripped her, giggling at her fall. Jerry had whipped his dick out and moved Caisdy’s face into position, his cock slapping at her face a bit. She groaned and opened her mouth, her tongue rapidly wiggling over his cock head. She almost started rubbing her pussy when he grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth. “Guh, guh, guh” were the only sounds she made for several minutes. Then Jerry forced her balls deep on his member and she went silent. He held her there until she started to shake, her hands pushing against his thighs, desperate for air. Jerry shuddered and let her go, his cum still spurting over her as she went down. “Oh shit! Oh she is a fine hole indeed!” said Jerry, watching his dick spill cum on the drunk girl. “What if we sold her mouth? We could get them a cab out of here that way!” “That was my idea, you piece of shit!” said Chuck, a closed fist lifting. “Stop it! Both of you! She is going to get away!” said the last man, pointing at Casidy who was crawling away from the men, tears welling up in her eyes. “Gotcha Dan! Your turn, of course!” said Jerry. He and Chuck grabbed the girl and positioned her in front of Dan. “You know what to do,” he said and it did not take long before she had Dan’s cock out. When she saw he was un cut she protested a bit, not knowing how clean he was. But it did not matter. Chuck and Jerry were forcing her down on him, her throat closing on his cock as she struggled to breathe. Dan seemed to take forever to blow his load and Casidy was exhausted by the time they let her go. But it was not for very long. She had only started to recover when the men grabbed her and went to the back of the trailer where the generator was. A pair of handcuff appeared and one end went around her wrist, the other through the chain links protecting the generator. “Okay, ha ha. Funny. Very funny guys,” she said, sobering up at being trapped. “You can let me go now. You all got to cum, you had your fun. Ha ha.” The men ignored her and moved over to Teddy, who had passed out, too drunk. “Perfect!” said Jerry. “If we do this right, he won’t even know what happened.” “Hey! You fucks! Let me go!” Casidy started to yell out. In an instant, Chuck was at her side, Dan and Jerry walking away. “You really need to be quiet you know. Getting caught nude, handcuffed in self bondage, trespassing? Near a school?” said Chuck. He smiled as the color drained from her face at his words. “Sex crimes around here are severely punished, remember? They passed that law last year? Everyone knows its probably too strict but no one has fought it yet.” The scissors he held made Casidy go mute. She had seen what happened to the first person they used the newest ‘morality’ law passed in town. She would rather die. Dan returned a few minutes later with three more men following him. They had been at the bar too, grabbing Casidy’s ass every time she had to go pee. She had been turning down their attention all night long. She started to cry a bit as they all laughed at her, two of them pulling their cocks out quickly. She was forced to alternate between them, both men trying to stay in her mouth the longest. Her free hand was also brought to the crotch of the third guy, his dick throbbing against her hand. She worked to free him as she sucked on the two already in her face. She wanted them to blow their shots at the same time, but she did not get her wish. The first one to go pumped his load into her hair and across her right eye. It burned and she cried out just as the other guy started to cum. He jammed his cock inside her mouth and she sucked him hard, pulling as much cum out of him as she could. The slight hand-job she had given the third guy had him hard and pulsing already. She swallowed quickly and dove down on him next. It did not take her long to gobble down his sperm too, just wanting to get past this and back in bed. She already knew she would have blown them all anyway, the cock slut whore that she was. But the handcuffs did turn her on more than usual. She was starting to think that maybe she should add a pair into her next adventure. All the men moved off away from her and picked up Teddy. Chuck stayed behind as the rest of them left through the open gate. He came over to her. “Now here is the deal. Its 2am now. The bar just closed down the street and we are getting a cab for your boyfriend.” “He is not my boyfriend,” said Casidy. “Just a guy I went to school with. He’s a decent fuck.” “Whatever,” he replied. “If you can manage to stay right here, without getting arrested, I will be back in four hours, so I can blank the security tape. I cant do it now. Trust me, I would if I could. I will let you free then, okay?” Casidy thought it over for a moment. Caught and she goes to jail, court, a judge. All that shit. And she already has a record. Indecent exposure plus this? Oh, she would end up on the sex offender listing for sure. So she nodded. Chuck smiled, whistling as he walked away from her. She decided to pass the time by finding all the cum that the men had spurted on her clothes. She found several spots and wiped at them, smearing them until they dried on her clothes. She was used to it and it was the main reason she usually washed her clothes twice before drying. She felt she was finished when two more figures walked onto the property. She did her best to wipe away the cum smeared across her face and eye but she still could feel the dried crust of it. “See? I told you there was one here! Great blowjobs too. Hey, where is her pimp?” said one of them. Casidy recognized him. It was the guy who came on her face. “He left for a bit. Just pay me and I will give him his cut,” Casidy said, thinking quickly. “Same rate as before.” “Hell yes!” said the new guy and pressed a $10 into her cuffed hand, opening his pants with his other hand. Casidy was not happy about his smell but she loved cock too much to care. He was blowing his load down her throat in minutes too. “Damn you are a good little cocksucker! You really do earn your ten bucks! Thanks for the throat fuck!” She smiled and waved goodbye to the two of them and for the next few minutes she leaned against the generator cage, thinking. ‘I am good at this. Maybe I could do better?’ She looked at the four portable toilets and a plan started to form in her head. ‘If I bought two of those, connected them and just stayed on one side with the door locked, I bet I could make a lot at a concert or something! I wonder how much dick I would have to swallow to pull that off?’ As it turned out, she only had to suck one dick, the owner of the company that supplied them to the county. Three times. He even let her look at his schedule and would set up her stalls in discrete places. Out of the way locations, where only the desperate or knowledgeable could find her. And for the next three months, the money rolled in for Casidy. Right up until two detectives, following up on some rumors of a mobile glory hole, found her. Naturally, after they blew their loads all over her. She had been able to bail herself out of jail and her lawyer had been able to get all the charges dropped, but the local paper had outed her. No one was going to forget Casidy Newton or her cum hole potties. Everywhere she went in town all she heard was “Hi cocksucker!” and “Sucked anyone off lately?” and “Need a dollar whore?” There was not a cashier in town who did not have some cum covered currency to give her as change when she shopped. So when the offer to go attend a private college out of state arrived in the mail, she jumped at the chance. She did not care about the details, only that it was a chance to leave here. And that the scholarship she was awarded covered all her expenses. The only catch was that she needed to maintain a minimum GPA.

Chapter 1 - Rosemary meets the Master

This is a work of fiction. The setting is an alternate historical Great Britain.  Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination.  All characters depicted are 18 years old or older.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.  Rosemary meets Master Malone As the Malone Manor darkened for the night, Rosemary slept and dreamed.  She floated on clouds and drifted in pleasure.  Her familiar collar was gone and she had shoes on her feet.  She knew she had to be dreaming, she just had to be.  She had not been allowed shoes since entering the orphanage.  And she knew that collar was still on her.  It had to be.   But in this dream, it was gone.  So was the heavy metal belt that had kept her locked away for years.  The heavy mittens were gone too.  She tried touching herself and found there was no where off limits.  She touched her pussy, tickling her clit and spreading open her moist slit.  It wasn’t enough though.  She needed cock, too.  Something to fill her mouth, something pushing it’s way into her pussy. Her fingers probed, spreading herself open and plunging inside her.  She imagined a cock in her mouth, just like Tony’s or Brent’s.  Anything to suck on and fill her.  She even wanted Martin’s dick back inside her, hitting on that wonderful spot she did not know existed until recently.  She felt free and floated away on her cloud. She reached her peak of pleasure and orgasmed, imagining the cock in her mouth spurting it’s hot sticky load down her throat.  She sucked hard, knowing it was Tony giving her his bitter morning seed now.  Her dream-self drifted on her cloud for a few moments longer.  When she landed, her feet were bare again and she was surrounded by strangers.  She felt like crying. The Last Chance was suddenly around her, fingers probing and pinching at her all over again.  Part of her wanted to run but that was not the part in control of her dream now.  Instead, she pushed out her tits, eager to have them pinched and pulled.  She spread her legs open for every offer of a finger inside her, desperate to have her clit flicked by anyone.  Slaps and pinches on her ass moved her forward into the next eager sadist’s reach.   Her hands were bound again, unable to protect herself.  Her feet were bare once more, stepping carefully to find a free spot on the ground.  Each moment of pain applied to her stirred up her passions, a new orgasm building.  She ached for the pain mixed with the pleasure.  She moved faster through the crowd, searching for her high again. She had no voice here though.  Each stranger tried harder and harder to make her cry out.  Slaps and pinches became punches and bites.  Each move she made brought her more pain.  Each sound she tried to make brought her more reasons to run from the building sensations inside her.  She hated the pain but could not deny the reactions her body was having to it.  She needed the pain, she could not cum without it.   Her feet became agony again, those horrid points digging into the bottoms of her feet.  She was bound and could not move.  She thrust her pussy out into the world only to have it ignored then teased, over and over.  Her denied orgasm causing her to hang from her throat on the pillory again, grinding her feet against the pressure points.  If only just one person inspecting her would finger her all the way to cumming, she would be theirs forever. The alley behind The Last Chance dissolved into darkness and she found her hands bound above her head, a collar tight on her throat.  She was back on Martin’s bed, hooded and stuck.  She could hear the girls in his collection calling out “Tits!  Feet!  Ass!  Pussy!”  The more they screamed the more she realized it was all her own voice.  She desperately wanted someone to touch her, even if it was with a cane.   Her wrists hurt suddenly and she woke, her arms above her head in the darkness.  She was confused and it was totally dark, with no indication of where she was.  ‘Was it all a dream?  I am still at the Lancaster’s!  I am back in my cell!’ she thought.  She moved her hands around in her hair, pulling a stick from it, thorns poking at her fingers.  ‘What is this?’ she wondered.  She did not remember Thomas placing the flower in her hair or her sale at The Last Chance.  She laid her head back down on the mat and drew in slow breaths.  Her nose told her first that this was not the Lancaster property.   The mat she lay on did not stink of sweat and tears.  The flower scenting her hair could never have been on the Lancaster property.  Her collar was missing as well as the mittens she would have been shackled into.  The cursed short shirt she had to wear was missing.  And all the noises were different. ‘Where were the wet slaps and distant screams?’ she thought. Reaching out with a hand, she encountered wood, not metal, surrounding her.  The space was small, the cotton mat she was laying on far cleaner than anything she had slept on for years.  Slowly, her mind started to catch up to recent events.  She had given up on life in that alley, begging to be bought by anyone who passed by.  She had convinced herself that once she closed her eyes for the last time that night, it would be the last time of her life.  She just knew she was going to be tossed over the prison wall to be torn apart by the prisoners inside. She was still trying to remember how she arrived in this small space with its soft bedding and its woody smell when she heard voices.  She made automatic motions to press the short burlap shirt to her tits, but found she was just rubbing her nipples.  The hard nubs welcomed the pressure and made her moist almost instantly but it also brought her back to reality.  She was completely nude and unbound, for the first time in years.   She sat in the darkness, touching herself lightly, enjoying the feeling of being able to pleasure herself.  She was getting slick toying with her pussy, remembering all the times she had been forced to orgasm by others.  The memory of being under the control of someone else made her pussy ache and her mouth water.  She had been trained to submit to that control and could not even masturbate without fantasizing about it.   She had edged herself to another orgasm when she could hear a male voice speaking clearly.  She held her hands still, one finger on her clit and the other pinching a nipple.  She tried to freeze in place.  Her mind started to wonder if she would be punished or praised for being caught in such a position.  Her imagination went down both paths and she found them equally arousing. “As I was just telling you, Becca.  I had Rick stash the Lord’s newest slave in here last night,” Thomas said.  “I knew this area is not in use right now.   I also know you take your evenings early.  I will not disturb you once you are off duty, just as I know you won’t disturb me when I am taking my leisure.” “But hiding her up here in my domain Thomas?”  a low pitched female voice sounded.  “It’s a good thing you found me before I found them hidden away up here.  I would have whipped the entire staff!  And you say Lydia auditioned last night and we lost Tina to training?  What happened at that party Thomas?” “I am not sure of all the details, Becca.  I was out acquiring little Rosemary while Martin’s birthday party raged on,” said Thomas as Rosemary heard him just outside.  The heavy lock was removed and suddenly the door to the boxed bed opened, the hinges on the door creaking only slightly.  Rosemary blinked at the sudden light, seeing the severe looking old man who bought her last night.  Behind him stood a maid and beside him was a short, but wide, woman. “Well well!” exclaimed Thomas.  “I guess the orphanage had no idea what they were talking about, huh Rosemary?”  He reached forward, quickly placing his hands on her.  He pinched his fingers over hers, keeping her nipple trapped.  His other hand pressed on her clit, nearly forcing her over the edge she had been seeking again. “Now, Thomas, I know you like to find out how far you can push them but the bedding is still mostly dry.  Lets keep it that way please,” the broad woman said, smelling the slave’s lust on the bedding.  Rosemary was ashamed at the comment, knowing the orgasm she had in her dream was all too obvious to them.  Thomas looked down at the blushing Rosemary, her eyes half closed and her mouth begging to be filled.  Her hips bucked against his hand just a bit and she started to shiver.  Thomas smiled at her orgasm. “Please,” barely escaped her lips as Thomas moved closer.   “Master will be very pleased with you, pretty thing,” he whispered to her.  He pulled her roughly out of the bed, making sure to stimulate her pussy.  Her shaking orgasm on the floor caused the maid to grab at her crotch for a moment.  She pulled her hand away quickly, hoping the moisture on her dress was not noticeable among all the stains.  Thomas and the other woman simply smiled at the small girl cumming hard. “She is lovely Thomas!” Becca nearly screamed.  “If Master is not pleased with her, I will gladly find a place for her.”  Rosemary spread her legs open, furiously rubbing her clit.  The orgasm she had been edging toward was fully engulfing her body now, Thomas’s rough handling of her the final step she needed to cum.   Knowing she was being watched was fueling her orgasm, shame fighting exhibition.  Her mind melted and she felt the incredible pressure to pee.   She started to leak but felt a shoe on her pussy and looked up at Thomas.  She shook, the need to pee fighting against the need to obey this man.  She held it back but only barely.  The look in the man’s eye said the consequence of continuing would be brutal.  She stared into the cruelty he promised and held herself still, his wet shoe grinding on her.   He reached down and pulled her up by the same hand she had been pleasuring herself with.  He held it close to her face.  She took a deep breath through her nose and he pushed her moisture against her face.  Then he smiled and let go of her hand.  Turning on his heel, Thomas strode from the room.  The maid hurried after him. “Good show, my lovely, but you had better keep up with him,” Becca said to her and slapped her ass.  Thomas was about to turn a corner and be out of view.  Rosemary ran, the air cold on her pussy, her bare feet slippery on the polished wooden floor.  She followed behind the maid, hoping she was doing correctly.  She was used to being led around by a leash and collar.  The maid looked back at her a few times, Thomas not at all.  Her eyes scanned Rosemary, each time a larger smile on the girl’s face.  ‘What is she smiling for?’ wondered Rosemary. Thomas led them down the stairs from the second floor to the first floor of the Manor, kitchen sounds coming from the direction they were traveling.  Rosemary could only guess at the purpose of the rooms on the other side of the house but not here.  She was very familiar with these areas, having done many domestic chores at the orphanage.  Girls destined to be slaves were always taught how to be domestics, to help increase their sale prices. They stopped at the laundry area just before the kitchen, four girls and a male already in the room washing mounds of fabrics.  Thomas stared at the maid and Rosemary felt there was some sort of conversation going on between them.  The girl looked up at him and slowly unbuttoned her simple dress.  It slid off her body and Rosemary got to have a good look at her.  Someone had been rough with her recently, small round bruises evident on her body.  And her ass a bright red from a recent spanking.  She tossed her dress into the laundry room where it was quickly moved into another pile by one of the slaves. “Wait here.  I will tell Cook where you have been and why you did not report for duty on time.”  Thomas strode away down the hall, leaving the maid and Rosemary alone.   Rosemary looked around, a bit scared.  She was not used to this kind of treatment.  She wore no collar.  She could make a run for it.  The maid, nude except for her own collar, did not seem likely to stop her if she tired.  She had seen the front door, right at the end of the stairway.  She took a step, just a single experiment, and the maid said a word that froze her in place.  “Hunters.” The Hunters.  They prowled the area constantly, always on the lookout for a runaway.  There always were one or two a day.  Slaves who refused to bend to the will of a new owner.  Slaves who rebelled and fought.  Hunters lived for the challenge of running one to ground and turning them in.  Depending on who the owner is, the bounty paid for the return could be quite high.  And for those slaves who were not claimed, the hunter got a percentage of the sale price at auction. Rosemary felt she was being tested.  She remembered how bad Lancaster Manor had been.  And the orphanage.  So far this place had been far nicer to her than any other.  She stilled her feet.  She would stay here and meet her new owner, Master Malone.  Thomas was returning, a smile upon his face. “Come Lydia.  I have explained the situation to Cook.  Let’s introduce Rosemary to the kitchen staff before she meets the Master.  If you are lucky, she will be taking your place there soon.” he said. The leap in her step bothered Rosemary.  The way she held herself higher at that statement, like she was something better than Rosemary, angered her.  She fumed behind Lydia as they got closer to the kitchen.  The smell of wood burning, of flour and spices, filled her nose.  For a moment, she remembered that there is also rot and slop in the kitchen.  But she had not eaten in over a day so the room smelled delicious. “I asked each of you what had kept Lydia from returning to her duties this morning.  Tell her what you told me,” said Thomas.  “Cook, what did you say was keeping Lydia?” “I said the Master was whipping her pussy and that she got 10 strikes,” said Cook, a smile on her face and in her voice. “And you Lisa?  What did you say was keeping Lydia?” he asked a dirty blonde girl with large breasts.  Rosemary hated her for such large tits. “I said Master was caning her tits, 15 strikes,” she said quietly, her eyes locked on Lydia. “And you Heather?” said Thomas, his eyes boring into the last girl, her eyes downcast and her curly brown hair hiding her face. “I said that he caned her feet and that she got 20 strikes,” she said, unable to look at Lydia.   Lydia smiled at them, proud of the incorrect answers.  She had sucked the Master’s cock last night and had spent the morning with Thomas and his boy toy Toby.  She could still taste the jizz of the men on her tongue, could still remember how their cocks felt in her pussy, in her ass, in her mouth.  She was still riding high on her freshly fucked feeling. “And what did I say was the consequence if you were wrong?  Cook?” “You said that I could give her the punishment myself, Thomas.  For being late.” Lydia snapped her head around to look at Cook.  She smile on her face burned into Lydia.  “And you two?” she heard Thomas ask while she stared at Cook.  Rosemary stared at the scene, not understanding what was going on just yet. “You told us that we could give it or take it,” said Heather, still unable to look up.   Lydia looked hot daggers at the girl.  Rosemary gasped, realizing now what just happened.  Thomas was moving closer to Lydia.  Hot tears were falling down her face now.  She knew it was pointless to fight what was about to happen.  When Thomas took her by the arm, she followed his pull to the side of the room where a familiar piece of furniture sat.  Rosemary recognized the exam table, the leg braces ready to hold legs wide apart. Lydia climbed onto the table, her tears rolling freely down her face now.  “Now, now, Lydia, this is hardly the first time you have cried this morning.  And this will be over much faster than our session,” Thomas said to her.  Cook walked to the table, a cat-o-nine tails swinging casually in her hand.  “Be sure to count them out for Cook.  You know she has a hard time keeping track.” Lydia nodded.  She knew she had to be clear in her count and to call each strike out.  Or Cook would start over.  She had called 10 strikes to the pussy.  Lydia knew she could take it.  She had spent the past night being reamed in all her holes by Thomas and Toby.  She could take some strikes to her pussy from Cook. The first hit took her by surprise.  Cook had swung fast, a quick flip of her wrist.  It was not the hardest strike she could have delivered but it struck Lydia cleanly on her clit and inner thighs.  “ONE!” she screamed, her legs trying to close from the pain.  She did an admirable job keeping her hands away.  She would grab the edge of the table or sometimes her tits after a strike.  She only flinched once and that was for the last one. Rosemary thought Lydia had lost count for a moment on her last hit but it was because Lydia was taking in a deep breath to scream “TEN” at the top of her lungs.  Her pussy and inner thighs were a mass of red welts and Rosemary found herself crying silent tears for the girl.  Thomas looked over at Lisa.  “Give or take?” he asked.   Rosemary was confused for a moment.  ‘What does he mean, give or take?’ she wondered.  The large breasted woman quietly said “Give”, trying to avoid looking at Lydia.  The sobbing girl covered her tits, shaking her head back and forth.  Thomas looked at Heather.  “Place your hands behind your head,” he instructed her as he approached her.  She looked at him in confusion for a moment.  Then he started to unbutton her dress.  The fear and sadness that ran across her face made Thomas smile just a bit.  “I never said Lydia had to be the one who took all the punishments.  There has to be consequences for being so wrong about the Master.  He is actually less severe than you imagine.” Heather’s eyes started to tear up as she held her hands behind her head while Thomas stripped her.  It was just the simple dress keeping her from being nude but it was her only protection.  Once that was gone, Rosemary could see her large nipples and mid-size breasts.  She was almost jealous.  Thomas stood next to Lisa for a moment and whispered something in her ear.  She seemed to calm for a moment, her eyes locked forward.  Rosemary saw one of his hands at her pussy and wondered if that is what was calming her.   Then Thomas handed a cane over to Lisa, a thin one with small segments.  “Fifteen strikes.  If a strike does not make her cry out, it does not count.  So be sure to strike well, Lisa.”  He stood behind Heather and smiled at Cook.   “I am so sorry,” said Lisa to Heather.  “I thought we were punishing Lydia.” “Silence!” commanded Thomas.  “Give her your punishment or I will give it,” Lisa quickly moved into position and readied her swing.  She had been hit many times with a cane but had never been made to strike anyone before.  She tried to repeat what she had seen and swung the cane level with the ground, directly at Heather’s chest.  It landed across both her nipples at once, a solid strike.  Thomas grabbed her as she bent over screaming, his hands holding hers behind her head.  She would not be allowed to block any strikes nor would she be allowed to soothe the pain. “That was one,” Thomas said casually.  Cook smiled and casually leaned against a cabinet.  The next three strikes Lisa quickly landed made Heather cry out in one long howl.  The first mark had started to turn red and Heather’s nipples were getting hard.   “Be careful of your strikes Lisa,” said Cook.  “Only the ones on her tits count.”  Lisa started to cry in sympathy for Heather, her last strike rather high for a ‘breast’ strike.   Rosemary found herself touching her own breasts as the punishment escalated.  She also knew how painful caning was and she was not looking forward to ever having her own tits beaten like that.  However, she could not deny how her body was reacting to seeing the poor girl suffer like that.  A part of her that she wanted to deny existed wished for the attention Heather was getting right now.  She lowered her hands when she noticed Cook staring straight at her, a smile on the woman’s face.   On the last strike, Lisa landed the cane directly on top of her first strike and Heather collapsed.  Thomas had let her go finally and she rolled on the floor in pain.  He placed the tip of his shoe between her legs, taking advantage of her position.  Each time she rolled over, he rubbed harder until she stopped moving, her legs spread wide for the butler.  She was still crying, her breasts lined with purple and red marks, but she was also grinding her pussy onto his foot.   He stopped before she brought herself to an orgasm and the look of anger in her eyes was clearly directed at him.  He leaned in close to her and asked “Who takes yours?” just barely loud enough for Rosemary and Lisa to hear over Lydia’s crying.  Heather looked shocked at Thomas’s question.  “Takes mine?” she asked. “Yes.  Lisa chose to give her punishment.  You choose who takes yours,” said Thomas.  “Choose.” Rosemary went cold when Heather looked right at her.  The screams from Martin’s collection were still fresh in her mind.  As well as the memory of the canings she had at the orphanage.  Her feet were still sore from the auction pillory last night and having them caned now might drive her insane.  Heather broke her eye contact with Rosemary and whispered a name.  Rosemary could tell it started with an L but could not hear the full name. Thomas clearly could and started to move toward Lydia on the table.  She began crying again, sobbing and barely catching her breath.  After having her pussy whipped, getting her feet caned was sending her into hysterics.  She began to calm when Thomas lifted her off the table and helped her to stand, one hand eagerly pulling her up by her nipple.   Lisa started to cry now as she moved to replace Lydia on the table.  She was allowed to keep her dress but Thomas made sure it was pulled up high enough to show the room her sex, slick with moisture among her pubic hair.  Her legs strained against the braces, holding her open.  Thomas added some leather straps to her ankles to keep her in place before he turned to Heather.   “You said 20 cane strikes to the foot, correct?” he asked her.   “Each,” she said, her voice noticeably cold.  Rosemary instantly felt that crossing her would be a very bad idea.  Hearing Heather say ‘Each’ sent Lisa into a frenzy and she tried to rise from the table.  Almost instantly, Cook was on her, forcing her to stay in place.   “Take the strikes, dear.  Fight and you will end up out back for the labors.  Remember your first days here?” said Cook, trying to calm the slave.  It seemed to work because she stilled quickly.  Rosemary started to get scared.  She was new here.  Out back sounded like something all the slaves went through.  And she had not even met Master Malone yet. Thomas lifted a cane and began striking Lisa’s feet.  He took turns, five on one foot, five on the other.  He alternated back and forth until he had run the full twenty strikes on each sole, Cook cooing and kissing on the screaming girl trapped beneath her. “Let this be a lesson to all of you.  Don’t be so quick to judge your Master as a harsh man.  Life is harsh enough already,” he said calmly, ending his words looking directly at Rosemary.  The chill of fear she had deepened at his sharp gaze.  She knew instantly she would do whatever the man commanded.   He winked at Cook as she continued to console Lisa.  Cook smiled back at him and Rosemary suddenly got the impression that this was an outcome the two had planned in advance.  And had done many times to slaves over the years.   “Lydia, go get clean dresses for yourself and Heather.  Something that is a loose fit for her, I imagine.  Be grateful that Becca switched to the cotton bed sheets for your dresses,” he said to them.  “The old burlap dresses we used to use would have rubbed your skin bloody.” Rosemary was sure he was remembering something he enjoyed but he said it in a way that made it sound like he was being nice to the slaves.  Lydia passed by her, moving carefully so that her thighs did not rub against each other.  After being tortured for years at the orphanage, Rosemary could very well sympathize with her movements.  There had been mornings she could barely walk due to all the stimulations she had been forced through. She kept her eyes on Thomas knowing he determined her future here at Malone Manor.  He moved toward the door leading outside, not looking at her or saying anything.  Rosemary followed, scared of being left alone in the kitchen with Cook and the disciplined slaves.  ‘I don’t want to find out how they punish disobedience around here,’ she thought.  She still remembered how she was whipped when she refused to eat the food offered at the Lancaster estate. She had no memory of entering the Manor through this very doorway but she hurried to follow Thomas outside.  The stable was open already and the Lord’s carriage was being tended to by the two male slaves assigned to the work.  They paused when they noticed Thomas but went back to work when he gave a slight wave of his hand at them.   He took long strides away from the Manor and out into the fields.  She nearly ran to keep up with him, her bare feet slipping in the dirt and occasional mud patches.  Her bare legs burned both from the effort and the tall grasses she was running through.  Thomas’s boots were muddy now but his strides were not affected as hers were.  They had been climbing a slight rise in the landscape.  Once they reached the peak of it, Rosemary saw an even larger stable, a proper barn.  But this one was not built for horses. It was the same shape and painted the same color but it was far more spacious.  The paddock was about the same size, however, due to the fact that it penned in humans, not horses.  Rosemary slowed a bit and looked in fascination at the scene.   There were four people wearing harnesses that made them resemble the horses at the other stable, black leather straps and not much else.  The bit gags and head harnesses looked both elegant and highly restraining.  These slaves were clearly not for domestic duties.   Thomas had gotten quite a bit ahead of her and Rosemary was scared at what might happen to her if she fell too far behind the man.  She rushed to close the distance she had made by staring at the human horses.  Off in the distance, several figures were moving in the fields.  Rosemary noticed them but could not tell if they were slaves or hired labor.  Many of the Lords hired extra men to farm the land they had been granted by the Crown and local Governors. As they approached the building Rosemary started to grow more nervous.  She could see that the four slaves were dressed as horses, three females and a male.  They were all hobbled and could barely move around, even their hands had been locked away.  The female’s breasts had all been bound, tight globes straining in the leather.  The male had been given cock rings and testicle restraints, keeping him hard and taught. Rosemary almost ran into Thomas, who had stopped at the side of the building.  She liked how that cock looked and it distracted her.  She noticed the smile Thomas flashed her.  It bothered her how much she liked him smiling at her like that, as if he was already doing things to her in his imagination.  ‘Is he whipping me?  Forcing me on that cock over there?  Or swallowing down his cum?’ she wondered.  Her pussy moistened and she ached for some attention.  Her hands drifted to her tits as Thomas used a key on the large lock securing the stables.   He entered and left the door open, clearly expecting her to follow.  They were in a single room, built apart from the rest of the interior.  Rosemary thought they were going to be inside the whole building, not just this small room.  It had a high barred window in the corner above a table and there was a strange looking object in the middle of the room.  It was a large wedge made out of wood and had metal loops on the edges along the bottom.  She had never seen anything like it before. He moved to the table and she noticed it held a wash basin along with some cloths.  He reached under the table and removed a stool.  He set it next to the object in the middle of the room and went back to the table.  He moved the one of the cloths and uncovered several strips of brown leather.  Rosemary looked out the open door, realizing she had followed this man without a word all the way here.  She stood there, looking out that door, wondering if she could survive running.  She knew slaves tried running away every day.  She had never heard of one making it free, though.   “I don’t blame you for daydreaming.  I think all slaves dream of freedom,” said Thomas behind her.  “It is rare for a slave to be granted freedom, but it does happen.  If your owner is particularly impressed or feels your value is increased as a free person.  But considering how lucky you have been so far, I would not gamble that away by trying to run.”  He took her arm and led her over to the wooden shape. “Normally, when we buy slaves, it’s from a trader upon request or at auction,” he said to her, motioning her to sit astride the wedge.  “However, I bought you last night for a number of reasons that skip the usual process around here.  You were more of an impulse buy.  Mainly because I had no idea you were going to be available.” She straddled the shape, noticing that the center of the top had been worn down from the sharp edge it maintained at the far ends.  It hurt her crotch to sit on the edge and she was not sure how long she could stay here.  Thomas took her hands and placed cuffs on her wrists.  Next, he threaded a loop of leather through the rings on the cuffs and strung the leather into a hook above her head.  He moved behind her and pulled hard.  She moved her hands up fast to keep him from causing her too much pain.  She could not see his smile but she could tell he tied off the end behind her.  She could pull herself up a little with her arms now, easing the pressure on her pussy.  Thomas then looped straps around her knees on each side of the wedge, using the metal loops Rosemary had noticed along the bottom edge.  When he was done, she knew she could not lift her legs away from the wooden device without those straps removed. “His birthday is soon and I wanted to get him a special gift.  He expressed interest in you at your auction months ago, but Lord Lancaster bought the entire block.  So he never even got a chance to inspect you or make a bid.”  Thomas lifted one of her feet toward her ass and strapped it in place with a belt.  Rosemary squealed at the change of pressure on her crotch, the edge digging into her and sending shocks of pain through her. “I think that is the first noise you have made around me all day!”  said Thomas.  “I knew you were no mute.  You were begging for anyone to buy you last night.  It was so cute, your tired, tear-stained face looking for any hope of rescue.”  Thomas moved to her other side and repeated the binding.  She was fully trapped now.  No amount of struggling was going to free her. “I know you have been trained for silence and milking over at Lancaster Manor but here you are expected to have a voice.  If you expect to be comfortable in the house proper, you must show a willingness to serve and a level of acceptable obedience.  Am I making myself clear?” he asked her. “Yes Master,” she said, the words coming automatically.   Thomas immediately picked up a loop of leather attached to a handle and started striking Rosemary repeatedly.  He swiped it across her chest several times and began moving down her body.  Strikes on her belly were followed by some hits to her pussy and her upper thighs.  Rosemary cried and screamed, pulling on her bonds.  The only movements she could make was to grind her clit against the wedge or try to lift herself off it for a moment. “Never call me that!  If Master heard you calling anyone but him that, he will put you permanently out for the day laborers.  I am to be called Sir or Sir Thomas.  You have only one Master and he is mine too.”  His voice was fierce and stern.  Rosemary regretted the mistake.  Her skin burned where he had struck and it also aroused her in a way she did not like or understand.  If he were to leave this moment, she would likely grind on the wedge until she came from the pain. “I train all the slaves here and Becca runs the house.  If either of us tells you to do something, you had better do it or you will be punished.  The only person who can over-rule us is Master Malone himself.  Understood?” he asked. “Yes, sir,” she said, slightly scared of his reaction, her breath still ragged from crying.  He did not seem to notice her hesitation. “Good girl.  It’s the Master’s birthday in a few weeks and there will be a party to celebrate.  If you really are a good girl and take to the training quickly, maybe you will be allowed to participate,” he said.   Rosemary was not fully sure, but it sounded to her like he had multiple meanings in what he said.  She had already seen him say one thing and mean something different.  The last birthday party she had been involved with was Martin’s, and she did not want to repeat that ever again.  Even though she was new to Malone Manor, she knew how the upper classes treated slaves.  While she was grateful to have been purchased last night and was still among the living, she was starting to wonder if that was a good thing.   “Your first lesson is learning your place here,” he continued.  “Lord Malone takes great pride in his well trained slaves.  Follow the rules and you will be promoted, praised, pleasured and pampered.  Fight and you will find yourself working the fields with the day labor or, worse, sold off or abandoned.”  He paused for a moment and looked her straight in her eyes.   “You are a slave,” he said, very calmly.  Then he struck her hard on the leg with the leather loop, making her scream. “What did I say?” Thomas said to her after she finished crying. “I...I am a slave,” she sobbed out.  His hand few again, striking her across the tits this time. “Say it again, correctly this time,” said Thomas after she calmed down again. “I am a slave,” repeated Rosemary, not fully understanding what he wanted.  She also could not understand why she wanted to have his cock buried inside her pussy.  Or filling her mouth.  She started to rock her crotch against the wedge, pressing her clit against the hard wooden edge it offered. Thomas struck her several times across her legs and belly.  She used the timing of his strikes to grind down harder onto her clit.  His hand came to rest at the center of her back, holding her full body weight on her clit.  He kept her pressed forward like that for several moments as she cried, unable to stimulate her clit anymore.  The pleasure she was building up to faded into pain. “I know what you want, little slave.  I want you to cum too.  But not yet,” he nearly whispered in her ear.  “Say it correctly.  Say you are a slave.” “I am a slave, sir!” she nearly screamed out, her clit agony and her skin hot fire. “Good girl,” he said as he released her.  She leaned back, driving the wedge along the crack of her ass and spreading herself open a bit at her asshole.  A shiver of pleasure shot up her spine.  In her haze of pain, her brain registered the contact as something to chase and she leaned back on the wedge with a wiggle. “You belong to Master Malone,” he said to her. “I belong to Master Malone, sir,” she repeated. Thomas smiled.  He could see she clearly could derive pleasure from pain.  And she learned quickly, even if it took a bit of extra effort to get her started.  He could easily work with that.  In fact, he found it a bit more fun that way.  She could be roughed up a bit before having fun.  Or trained.  He knew Master liked them best that way too.  He specifically sought out the masochist slaves for his entertainment.   “You will accept punishments,” said Thomas, idly swinging the leather loop with one hand now. “I will accept punishments, sir,” Rosemary repeated.  She was calming down again but the heat of lust in her pussy was still there, simmering away inside.  She started to rock her hips against the wedge, making her way to that edge of orgasm. Thomas struck her again, hard, across the top of her chest.  “You do not cum without permission, slave,” he said. “I am sorry, sir!  This slave will not cum without permission, sir!” she bellowed, tears flowing down her face again.  Thomas was being cruel to her but some part of her, deep down, was seeking this kind of attention.   Thomas smiled.  She was catching on fast.  He was pretty sure she would train easily.  She even had a chance of becoming a favorite of the Master if she performed well enough.  “I am going to speak with our Master, little slave Rosemary.  Remember the rules,” he said, almost as if it was a warning to her. He left the room and shut the door.  She heard the latch catch and the lock snap shut.  She was now trapped and alone, the wedge digging into her crotch with each passing moment.  She pulled herself up a few times, allowing the pain to subside briefly.  But she could not lift off the wedge completely and she was not strong enough to hold herself up off the painful edge for very long.   Each lift became shorter and shorter as her arms began to tire and burn.  It was not long before they started to go numb from being held high in the air.  She also was starting to have trouble taking in a deep breath.  Panic started to make her breathe fast, her heart pounding in her chest.  Thomas had not said how long he would be gone. Her ears began to pick up on all the local sounds around her.  Someone or something was making a lot of angry noises nearby.  Muffled screams and metal banging on metal.  She could also hear the jingle of the harnesses on the four slaves in the paddock.  They sounded restless and she understood why when a new voice sounded out. “Calm down, calm down!” said a male voice.  “I know, I know.  You all want out so you can stretch your legs.  Just give me a moment!”  Sounds of a wooden gate opening and closing drowned out all the other noises for a moment.  She heard another door open, one that must have been attached to the stable but not the one connected to her room.   “I was just gone for an hour!  Calm down, Starcunt!  You too, Hardcock!” the man was nearly yelling.  “Why don’t you two behave!  Keep it up and you won’t be allowed to compete you know,”  Immediately, the noise level dropped from the other side of the wall. “That’s what I thought.  Ha!  See there?  Hardcock wants to stud more than he wants to bother me!  You too, Starcunt!  I know how much you want to be bred,” he said.  “Your sisters over there have the right idea, patiently waiting at the gate.  No!  These are not for you!  These are for your sisters over there.  They were not crowding me, so they get the treats!” “Honeyclit!  Tinytits!  Come over here and get your treats.  Right now!” said the man, his voice sounding distant to her.  “Good girls!  Good girls!”  There was a long pause before she heard “Yes, now we go walking.  High step, all of you!”  Rosemary jerked when she heard a whip snap.   ‘This place is harsh!  I don’t know if I can survive here,’ she thought.  ‘Maybe I should have just died in that alley.  Maybe I will die here instead!  Oh god!  What is going to happen to me?  And why am I so horny?!’  Rosemary strained against her bondage, rocking her hips along the wedge.  A few more hits to her clit and she would cum.  Then the words Thomas said echoed back into her mind.  ‘Remember the rules.’  And one of them had been no cumming without permission. Rosemary began to cry again, this time her panic taking her where pain had been dragging her.  She shook on the wedge, pulling on the cuffs and trying to free her legs.  Nothing worked.  She was fully trapped on the device, the pain it was delivering climbing into every nerve she had.  The more she fought, the faster she breathed.  Each breath was getting harder and harder to draw in fully.  Her pussy ached, her ass ached.  She felt like she was being suffocated and split in two. She had worked herself up into such a state of panic that she did not hear the door open.  It was not until Thomas and another man stood in front of her that she even noticed that she was no longer alone.  She took gulping breaths, hot tears running down her face.  She was trying to calm down but the new man was staring so hard at her. “Thomas, you really have out done yourself this time!” he said.  “Lancaster was just getting rid of her?  Really?  After outbidding every one at the auction for the entire lot?” “Yes, Master.  Martin Lancaster.  Apparently, according to their porter Tony, he deflowered her and was not satisfied.  He instructed them to sell her at The Last Chance,” said Thomas.  “She had been there all day by the time I bought her for you.  Happy Birthday, Master.  I will train her hard so hopefully she will ready for your party.” “Please no!” begged Rosemary.  “Please, Master, have mercy on your slave!  Please Master!  I want to serve you!  Please!” “Thomas, it would be a shame to break her.  See how willing she already is?” Lord Malone said to his butler.  “Go gather the laborers and the slave hands.  I need to tell them about Tina.  And it will give me a chance to get to know my new property.” “Yes Master,” said Thomas, giving Rosemary a sideways look.  He had every plan to be harsh with her, just as he was with all the slaves.  He knew that the truly submissive ones would cling to Master even more when they experienced just a hint of Master’s kindness after Thomas had disciplined them.  He smiled, pleased at how well she was being pulled into her servitude to Lord Malone.   “Tell me, slave, what is it you want most right now?” Ian asked her, sweetness in his voice and the leather loop causally in his hand. “Master, this slave wants to cum please.  I am hungry and I hurt and I know cumming will feel so good I can forget about all that for a moment,” said Rosemary, pleading with her Master. “You really want to cum, do you?” he asked, sliding a finger into her slick pussy.  He fingered her a bit, enjoying how she closed her eyes at his touch.  Once his fingers were moistened, he curled them and slid up along her clit.  Her reaction was just as he had hoped.  She started to moan and shiver, grinding against his contact.  He moved against her clit several times while watching her increase her movements.   Rosemary was quickly approaching the orgasm she had been seeking when Ian let go of her clit and struck her several times on her tits.  She screamed, pulling the strap at her wrists, lifting herself off the wedge.  “I did not say you could cum,” he said calmly to her.  She opened her eyes to see his hunger looking right back at her.  He stroked her tits, easing the pain he had caused.   “Thomas decorated you enough my Rosemary.  I really don’t want to break you on my wooden horse. I don’t want you broken at all.  I want you to willingly serve me, as best as you are able.  Would you like that too?” he asked her, hoping for a particular answer. “Master, please can I cum?  Will you please let me feel your cock in my pussy?  I really want to have sex, Master,” she nearly begged.  She twisted and squirmed on the wedge, her crotch still in agony.  The fire he had ignited was still burning and she felt that a penis inside her would be the best way to relieve it. “I wont fuck what Martin Lancaster violated so recently,” he said to her.  He succeeded in holding back the smile he got when she started crying.  “In case you carry his seed, I won’t touch you like that.  Ask me to fuck your cunt after your next cycle.”  Rosemary sobbed, feeling like Martin had ruined her for her new Master.  “But.  I suppose you can suck my cock, if you feel you can do a good job.” “Oh yes, Master!  I can suck dick very well! It was part of my daily training.  Tony and Brent never complained!  Please!  Please Master can I suck your cock?  Please!” she begged, opening her mouth wide and offering her tongue, tears still running down her face. “You just want off that horse,” said Ian, testing her resolve. “Master, please!  I am so hungry! Can I please have your cum?  Please!  Master, please let me have your cock!” begged Rosemary.  Ian could hear the truth in her desperation.  He knew she was starving, and not just for attention. She began to cry tears of joy when he untied the leash holding her wrists above her.  Her arms would be useless for a few more minutes as the blood began to flow normally again, so he unbound her ankles from her legs for her.  Once her knees were loose, he lifted her off the wedge and she simply fell against him.  He smiled deeply when she felt at his crotch.  Even in her current state, she had kept her mind on the proper goal.  He would indeed enjoy having this new slave in the house.

Chapter 1 - Casidy and the Captive Holding Sack

     Casidy stared at her test. Another F. She was going to lose her scholarship and have to go back home at the end of the semester. Returning as the failure they all called her was something she just could not handle and tears started to well up in her eyes.      Sitting behind her, the triplets Heidi, Hannah, and Helen looked on with great interest. Helen nudged Hannah, nodding her head in the direction of Casidy. Her intent was clear: That one? A text popped up on Helen’s phone. “Her measurements match us. She could work.” Heidi put her phone down and leaned over to whisper to Casidy.      “That’s tough, love. History was never my subject either.” She wiggled her butt in her seat as she continued, “But I have a secret. My sisters.”      Casidy turned around to look at the three of them. Everyone in class knew the triplets. Wearing matching outfits every day, they spoke the same, they had the same opinions on everything. It was like a single person but as an echo. It wasn’t true actually. But the girls liked the effect it had on people. They were almost always dismissed as non-entities within a few minutes.      There were slight differences between them. They all wore the same diamond studs but one of them had an extra set and one had just an extra stud high up on her ear. If you paid attention, you could pick out who was who. But Casidy had barely looked at them all semester. All she saw was the echo effect.      Hannah’s phone buzzed. A text popped up. 60 hours remaining – Rob.      She rolled her eyes. Like she needed reminding of the deal. One girl, delivered at midnight Friday, and the triplets had a free ride through to graduation. She looked up at her teacher, his eyes locked on her intently. His focus shifted to Casidy, a slight smile breaking on his face. Hannah could not tell if he nodded or not. He looked down at his desk again, preparing to leave the classroom.      “How does being a triplet help?” asked Casidy. Her mind was racing, seeing nothing but the bleak future ahead of her. Going back to that town where she was known as Cunt Tease and Cocksucker and Gloryhole Slut.      “Silly,” replied Heidi. “Not these sisters. I mean my sorority sisters.”      Helen nodded. “We have connections all over campus,” she said. “Our sorority is very well respected. Our members get special help.” She smiled at her professor as he walked out the door of the room, a smile broadening on his face too. He suspected they had caught some prey.      “Would you like to see our test scores?” asked Hannah.      She handed over her test to Casidy, scored 100 A+ despite clearly being blank. And in the professor’s handwriting too. Heidi and Helen had identical tests.      “How?” demanded Casidy. “You did nothing at all!” The chance to change her future asserting itself. She had to know how they did it. She needed that in her life too.      “You have to be one of us to find out. Let us buy you lunch and talk it over, um, Casidy right?” asked Hannah.      Six hours later and Casidy had skipped both her Biology class and her remedial Math course. The triplets had taken her to a hair salon and had paid to have her styled and dyed just like them, short and blond. Casidy liked it a lot. So much better than her mouse brown hair, even if it meant she lost over half its length in the process. She nearly looked just like them.      Over the past six hours she learned a lot about the three of them. She was starting to be able to tell them apart as well. Heidi really liked girls. A lot. At the salon, Casidy could see her in the mirror while her hair was being cut. Heidi kept rubbing at her crotch, giving crazy eyes to the stylist. One hand or the other kept circling her nipples over her shirt. Maggie did not notice for the first few minutes, focused as she was on Casidy’s hair. Hannah was watching Maggie too. Once Heidi was noticed, Hannah lifted up her own shirt and flashed a tit at Maggie. From the blushing of her cheeks, Casidy guessed Maggie knew the girls well.      Helen was a sadist. When Casidy had finished getting her hair cut, Helen grabbed two fistfuls and pulled her hair into bunches, controlling her head as she pulled on the now golden hair. Casidy tried to pull away at first but she also enjoyed the feeling. It was not the first time someone had used her hair like that.      Right at 6 p.m., Hannah’s phone buzzed again, displaying “48 hours”. Hannah discreetly snapped a shot of Casidy and replied with it. A smiley face emoji responded. It was the last time she got any reminders from Rob.      Casidy was brought to the sorority house that night and introduced to all the other girls. The pledges she was joining were kept downstairs in the den, all dressed alike. There was grumbling and complaints among them. They had been pledging since Monday and Casidy was being allowed to skip in. The noise dropped off suddenly when Helen walked into the room. Followed by her sisters and the rest of the sorority, all the pledges went stiff and quiet. Hannah approached Casidy and handed her a set of clothes identical to the pledges.      Casidy started to leave the room, planning to change in the downstairs toilet just outside the room. Two girls blocked her path. “Strip and change right here,” one of them said. Casidy just stared at her for a moment. She turned to face the rest of the room. All eyes were locked on her. Her brain working fast, she noticed that the windows were not covered and the room was so brightly lit that you could not see outside, just a reflection of the indoors.      She swallowed hard but began to take off her clothes. She was both ashamed and excited to realize how moist the situation was making her. Her nipples were clearly erect and she could see that she was not the only one in the room enjoying this. She paused for a moment when she had ditched her bra. Her eyes scanned the crotches of the other pledges, not seeing any panties, just pussy outlines. Her own panties hit the floor.      Shortly afterwards, she was wearing the same tight red shorts and white t-shirts the other pledges had on. They all still looked mad however. Only a few of them held a smile for Casidy, and she could tell that they were not nice smiles. One of them held her hand in the air, clearly asking permission to speak.      “Number 8, you may speak.” called out a tall red-head. Casidy thought she looked like some kind of model.      “Who is this?” Number 8 asked, pointing a finger at Casidy. “She cant just skip the process and join. We already had to prove ourselves worthy to pursue the sisterhood. Why does she get special treatment?”      Hannah stepped forward. “Number 8, learn your place. You don’t make the decisions here, us sisters do. And you are still a pledge. Go suck a dick.”      Casidy watched in fascination as the color drained from Number 8’s face. Number 8 immediately began moving toward the front door like her ass was on fire. She yanked open the door and ran off out into the night. No one else in the room made a move.      “When Number 8 gets back, you pledges can explain to her that Casidy here has already demonstrated all the same qualities that were asked of you. She has shown obedience. She changed her hair for us. She has shown eagerness. She has stayed with us ever since we invited her to join our sisterhood. She has shown willingness. She changed right here in front of all of you without complaint.” She paused for a moment, looking at each pledge in the eye. “How many of you can say you did better than Casidy here?”      Helen smiled at Casidy and proclaimed her Number 1 for the rest of pledge week. Shock and relief spread like a wave over the pledges. Casidy felt like her life had made a huge improvement in such a short time.      Hannah held her phone up to Casidy and showed her a pic that was just sent to her. Number 8, balls deep on a cock. “Don’t swallow, bring it back to the house,” she typed out as a reply. The tingle in Casidy’s pussy lasted only as moment before Helen grabbed her left nipple and pinched.      Number 8 came back to the house with a mouth full of cum, as she was instructed. From the wet spots on her shirt, she was not that great at catching it all however. There was still a slimy track of it at the corner of her mouth. After showing her prize to all the girls, she swallowed the load of sperm, eager to please her future sisters.      The next day, Casidy and the triplets visited all her teachers. Casidy, in tears and her very revealing pledge uniform, begged each professor for lenience before the triplets made their own case for keeping Casidy from flunking out. All five of them, by the end of the day, agreed that if Casidy was accepted into the sorority, she would pass without question. The rest of Thursday passed as a blur to Casidy, she was so happy.      She had been so distracted by the triplets that she never noticed that each of her teachers had been interrupted from looking at something on their desks. She never noticed that each of them had the same brown envelope. Which contained the same set of pictures, of a naked Casidy at the sorority house, shot with a long lens from across the street.. As well as a small town newspaper, whose headline read “Local girl caught running glory hole”, Casidy’s mug shot next to a modified port-a-john. The detectives denied that the cum on her face belonged to them, despite Casidy’s repeated accusations.      By the time Friday evening came, Casidy felt like she was living a dream. Her whole life had changed so much when these girls invited her into this sisterhood. As soon as the sun began setting Friday, a spontaneous party had begun at the house. Heidi must have taken something because she went to each pledge and wrote Pledge on their forehead, her eyes glazed and dilated. At first, Casidy did not notice, but it soon became apparent that every few minutes, a pledge was taken from the den and moved somewhere else in the house. Before long, Casidy was the last pledge in the den, the sisters dancing and having a good time.      Hannah and Helen approached her. “Its time to test you, Number 1. Follow us to the basement,” they spoke in creepy unison.      Casidy followed them down the stone steps into the bottom of the building, stunned at the solid stone construction of the basement. She was no architect, but she could tell it probably cost a small fortune to build a house like this. It was with no small amount of shock that she saw all the other pledges down here, each one tied up at a post, white shirt in tatters, red shorts torn. Breasts and pussies bare all over the room. Each one looked like she had been tormented for quite some time down here. Tears were flowing freely from each one of them.      Helen and Hannah led Casidy to an unusual looking bag along the wall. “We need one pledge to get in this bag to complete the initiation ritual and so far, none of these other bitches have been willing to get in here. None of them are obedient enough, so they must be whipped.” said Helen. “Not one of them were eager to show how much they wanted to be our sister.”      “So each one of you will be punished and cleansed until dawn,” said Hannah. She turned to Casidy. “Will you get in the bag, Number 1?”      Casidy stared for just a moment at the two blondes. Their breathing was fast, she could see nipples erect through their shirts. Their eyes were wild and wide. A slight smile was on both their faces. Casidy was having trouble telling one from the other. She nodded and moved to the bag. Out of no where, Heidi appeared, holding her lipstick to her lips, applying a super thick layer.      Helen moved Casidy into the bag, pulling the zipper up to the girl’s neck. It ended in a thick leather collar which was fastened over it. She snapped a lock over it quickly. Casidy looked down at her situation. She could not fully stand up. The canvas sides of the bag had a few straps attached to it and was very thick. She could barely move it even from the inside.      She then noticed that there were other things in the bag with her. Her hands felt what she thought were handcuffs, several clover clamps, an egg vibrator, a dildo, a butt plug and a small bottle of lotion. Heidi leaned over and kissed her, lips smearing pink makeup all over Casidy’s mouth.      Casidy was starting to have second thoughts about being trapped in this bag. Heidi began bunching up Casidy’s hair and made two handholds with some pink bands. Helen approached and grabbed one of the tails, a black leather hood in her hand. Hannah had produced a pink penis gag from somewhere. She also noticed that the other pledges were no longer tied up. Or crying.      The sorority sisterhood initiation party was clearly getting out of hand. They had said it was what the ritual required, but Casidy was deeply regretting getting into the captive holding sack. Helen smiled down at Casidy as tears began flowing down her face. Heidi was adjusting her shorts, pulling the crotch into her pussy and ass crack.      “Show us you trust us Number 1,” she said as Hannah approached with the gag.      It was shorter but a bit fatter than most of the cocks she had sucked down. Casidy opened her mouth eagerly for her new sister. Hannah strapped the penis gag in place, making it snug against her lips. Helen knelt down to take a close look at the gag. She kissed Casidy on the forehead and quickly tightened the gag by another hole. Before too many tears leaked out of her eyes, before she could begin to struggle, the hood dropped over her head and the world went black. Tiny rivet holes were adjusted over her nostrils and it was laced tightly onto her head. Her hands sought out the toys, unsure if she was supposed to use them.      Hannah took a picture of Helen and Heidi posing over Casidy. She pressed send at 11:50, a huge smile on her face. She loved being early. Leave a comment below to let me know if you are interested in finding out what happened to Casidy before she came to this school.  Or after.  

Chapter 1 - Annis' Nickname

or: How I learned to stop worrying and love the Battering Ram. Deeply inspired by Orangekisses‘s drawings of a big, red-headed, huge weapons carrying oc, I wrote this little piece, giving her a silly nickname and picturing her as a D&D (Pathfinder) character on a quest for glory, loot, and booty. Make sure to take a look at her blog for some nsfw deliciousness. I know this piece is pretty tame fot this site's standards, but things will get hotter in the next piece, I promise ;) “What?” The big, red-haired barbarian slammed her tankard on the table, spilling some of it’s precious content all around, even drenching the dress of the young wench that asked the question. Annis threw her head backward, her boisterous laughter ringing loudly in the half-empty tavern. “You wanna know how I earned the nickname? Sure, I’ll tell ya. It’s a funny story, after all."  The towering warrior drained her drink with a couple of deep swallows, before motioning for the barmaid to refill it, her other arm finding its way around the blushing young woman’s shoulders. "You see, it was a dark and stormy night…” ————– *CLANG!* The old goblin’s ears perked up as they picked up the dull, distant sound, very different from the low growl of the thunderstorm raging above the lair. *CLANG!* Were the young ones playing with the anvil again? The sound of metal hitting on metal was unmistakable. And most unexpected, in the middle of the night. The goblin groaned, tumbling down from his cot still half-asleep, a small hand reaching for his robes. Just as he was about to reach for the door, the slab of wood was thrown inward by his panting, visibly shaken second-in-command, almost hitting him square on the nose. “Chief! Chief! There’s something at the door!”  The goblin’s voice was squeaky and panicked. And for a good reason, too. Since his great-great-grandfather moved the tribe into the depths of the abandoned dwarven stronghold, nothing even came close to denting the huge, reinforced doors of stone and metal, and it sounded like their unknown guest was dead set on bringing them down. *CLANG!* “Sound the alarm. Wake the warriors. Hide the girl.” The goblin chief reached for his magical staff, clutching it like a lifeline. “We’ll greet our guest properly.” On the other side of the door, a redheaded warrior smiled as she heard the bells ringing, before surging forward once again. ————– In a matter of minutes, they were as ready as they could be. Two dozens of goblin warriors armed with crude spears and cruder swords. Five of their finest hunters with bows made of bones and obsidian-tipped arrows, crouching behind wooden barricades. And the Chieftain himself, a powerful warlock, touched by the tribe’s elder gods. They were a force to be reckoned with, raiding the countryside for food and valuables. This time, they had kidnapped the daughter of the neighbouring town’s mayor, asking for a hefty ransom.  But instead of a big bag of gold pieces, they got a big bundle of trouble.   The door finally gave way with the pained shriek of bent metal and broken stone, crumbling inside the vast chamber of the dwarven underground fortress, and from the cloud of dust emerged the biggest, scariest woman the goblin tribe ever saw. Easily seven feet tall, towering over the small goblins like an otherwordly Goddess of War, a big, wavy, red mane of hair crowning her head and framing her face. Her tartan kilt swayed a little with every step she took forward, her generous bosom wrapped in a tight white shirt, the leather harness she wore to hold her weapons behind her back making her chest stick out even more. Muscles like she could bench-press a killer whale, and eat it afterwards, the barbarian advanced like she was walking through the local park, her hands tightened around the handles of a battering ram as big as she was, reinforced with mithril studs and tipped with the same material. And she was smiling like a child left unattended in a candy store, eyeing the small goblin army around her. When she spoke, her voice was deep and melodious, very different from what one could expect from a human juggernaut like her. “Alright, guys. You have something that doesn’t belong to you, and I need it back. Shall we do this the easy way, or the very painful way?” In the silence that followed her apparition, the answer came when one of the less trained archers lost his grip, the arrow he had cocked flying toward the barbarian and striking her battering ram. One elegant, red eyebrow arched as she glared at the goblin, who promptly wet himself out of sheer terror under her gaze.  The goblins had made their choice, Annis was eager for battle, and she had just the perfect opening move for a fight against multiple, smaller opponents. She was a fighter, and one of the best in the continent, her body trained and honed to the peaks of human perfection, and probably even a little more than that. But she was also the daughter of a very powerful mage, and a legacy like that ensured that a bit of her father’s magical prowess was passed to her.  The barbarian gripped her weapon tighter, opening her mouth to suck in a deep breath, her lungs filling with both air and mana, making her chest looking even bigger for a brief second, before unleashing a loud, intimidating bellow, her hair bristling, the leather harness around her torso creaking and struggling to avoid snapping. “That’s it, you green motherfuckers! COME AND GET ME!” Her rage, filled with spite and viciousness and laced with furious magical power resounded in the vast chamber, scaring most of the goblins, and was strong enough to physically scorch some of them, literally lighting them on fire. As she lifted the reinforced log again, Annis started laughing, ready to crush every single goblin before her, even those that were rolling on the floor screaming and burning. The mayor offered her a nice sum of money to have his daughter back, and no little green monster was going to stop her from completing her mission. ———— “Turns out the Mayor’s daughter was able to see the whole thing, and told the story to her townfolks afterwards” Annis took another swing from her freshly refilled tankard, before offering some to the enraptured girl that somehow found her way to her lap, where she was now sitting comfortably. Maybe too comfortably. “And they started to address me as ‘Annis the Battering Ram’. Quite fitting, don’t you think?”  The girl nodded eagerly, a heavy blush setting on her face. While the barbarian was talking, she had started grinding slowly against her lap, quite delighted as she felt the warrior harden under her ministrations, bulging under her tartan skirt and against her buttocks.  The barbarian flashed a sly grin to the girl, a big, strong hand snaking around her midriff. “But, maybe, we can retire to my room, and I can tell you how the mayor’s daughter thanked me that night, mh?” Again, the girl nodded.