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about a group of teenagers left after the rest of the humans have been wiped out

There were 8 of us, that was it we knew of no one else who had survived its quite possible that else where in the world there were others who had survived but we didn’t know where and it would be foolish to try to find them when we had what we needed to survive here and had no way of getting anywhere other than walking. i was the eldest at 18 years old the others were my twin brother Alex, my younger sister Jane who was 16 and the youngest Paul who was 15. the the other 4 were our cousins the eldest James was 17 then there was Steve who was 16 and his twin (i guess it runs int he family) Alice, then there was Anna who was 14. we lived in my old house with radios every where in case we got some communication from other people. we had a few large fields out the back filled with vegetables and fruit, and a few cows in a pen for milk we hadn’t trusted ourselves to kill and cook meat yet not even one of the chickens that scrated around the house and provided us with eggs. we also had a basement full of tinned goods that we had collected from the surrounding houses and shops. Alex had managed to fix up a generator down there as well, he was good with his hands he had even made it run on rotting organic matter, he had been an apprentice in an generator company orf some kind, i had never been very interested in it, but he had taken about a year building it but it supplied us with electricity for lighting…most of the time. in short we had what we needed to survive no luxuries but the basics.

i had started writing. writing about the world as it had been writing about what happened, and how we were surviving. i did this in the evening after the work around the house had been done. one evening when i wasn’t writing we were all sat in the living room talking about the old world, how things had been, it was a topic we arrived at often and discussed at length but this time it was different it was about old boyfriends and girlfriends Paul piped up as a joke that the worst thing about the end of the world was that he had never had sex, we all laughed at the absurdity of the comment while Steve agreed vigorously. the conversation drifted from there but it had set me thinking about re-population, obviously nothing big would change in out life time but we could start off a chain of events that could re introduce the human population, it was unlikely i had read somewhere that the minimum safe number for starting a new population was 50 and even that was a serious genetic bottle neck. not only that but the 8 of us were related making an even smaller change of anything but the new line fizzling out with horribly mutated offspring within the second generation, but i still felt we had to try. then there was the non genetic problem of the re-population, incest was icky.

the next time we were all together i brought it up. “ok guys i have a suggestion which i realize is a bit unpleasant sounding but i feel we should give it a try because we have to a sort of obligation to the human race, although saying that, anyone who doesn’t want to do it doesn’t have to. what i am suggesting is” i paused “re-population, i realize it has a high probability that it wont work but think about it, a) when we get old we will struggle to farm the fields assuming we haven’t died of disease by then, b) if we are all that is left of the human race we should at least try to preserve it, c) there is no one left to judge us, c) we havent really lost anything if it fails, as long as we try not to get too attached to the baby’s, and finaly d) its not like we are going to get sex from anyone else for the rest of our lives, and Paul and Steven, and i think i am right in saying Anna and Alice will all be able to actually have sex which they wouldnt otherwise have, in there entire life”

there was a stunned silence before Steve finally spoke up “Well i suppose i am up for it, its weird but its not like im get any any other way.” there were a few more cautious grudging yes’s and a few more who said they would think about it. i was happy my proposal hand been seen as disgusting and vile leaving me an outcast.

Now i had to decide how we were actually going to do this. the subject didnt come up again for a few weeks we kept on with our lives that had fallen into an endless cycle, the same everyday we all got up about the same time we all went out to do our chores i had to milk the cows and search for eggs from the chickens then go in to make something for lunch i had to make a fire in the hearth with the wood that Anna and Paul had collected i then waited for the water to boil and cut up the vegetables and some days do something from the tins. after lunch we all went out to work in the fields when we got back in we collapsed on the sofas to tired to do anything at some point i had to get up to make something for tea. after tea we sat in the living room/ dining room of the house and i brought up the subject again. “so guys you have had enough time to think about it. What do you think?” at first no one said anything but slowly, amazingly the all agreed. i was stunned that i had persuaded them but i suppose it was a bunch of teenagers in a house all alone together so maybe not that surprising. “ok so now we have decided that we are going to do this, how are we going to do it? we can pair up or have an orgie of some kind”

“i think if we pair up it might get weird between the pairs” Jane said

“also it some people might get upset you know if no one wants to pair with them” James added

“well i could pick the pairs” i replied

“i think an orgy would be best to start with then possibly we pair up later” Alex

“sounds fair everyone up for that?” i ask. everyone agreed and we decided to work hard tomorrow to try to keep the next day clear and we would do it then.

…………………………………………………

the day had come. we woke up at about 12 and wandered downstairs. i was eating breakfast when James finally came down stairs he was the last.i smiled at him “hey sleepy head, the others are in the lounge, im just finishing off my breakfast then im heading in there”

“ok im not too hungry so i’ll wait with you and we will go in together” he said as he sat down at the table

“you ready for this?” i asked

“more than you know, its been too long since i have had sex. my wrist have practically doubled in strength with the work out they have been getting” he smiled i giggled at this “i mean i have even thought about you as i did it, sometimes”

“seriously?” i asked, flattered

“yeah” he replied sheepishly

i swallowed the rest of the cereal and stood up “well lets go and see if i am as good as you imagined”

we walked in to find the other chatting they all looked up as we came in “finally took you long enough” Alex joked “ok lets strip we can do a bit of foreplay so that we get comfortable with each other before we get down to it.” we all stripped and stood there unsure what to do

Paul then walked over to me “well if we are going to do this lets stop standing like lemons” he reached out and touched my breasts everyone laughed at his bold move and we all moved closer together touching and feeling each others bodies i moved next to James and kissed him while stoking my hand up his penis “is it like how you imagined” i whispered in his ear. my hand wrapped around his dick and started pumping i knelt down to get a better hold of him and then Steve came up behind me and asked if i could do the same to him so i took one of them in each hand and started pumping, Paul then came over disappointed that i couldn’t do the same for him so i opened my mouth, he got the message and moved into my mouth and allowed me to gently suck on it. i sped up on my masturbation of the other two while expertly sucking on Paul’s dick. suddenly i felt the other two starting to pulse in my hands i knew what this and their groans meant as they both blew there load into my hair. the sight of his sexy sister who was sucking him off being covered in cum was clearly too much for Paul as he exploded into my mouth wave after wave of cum pulsed out of his shaft. mean while Alex Jane Alice and Anna had been having their own fun. Alex was licking out Jane and Alice and Anna were 69ing within a minuet only me and Alex hadn’t orgasmed. the others all lay recovering, i lay on the floor and beckoned Alex over he cam but was reluctant “i just think its a bit weird ur my sister and all, i dont want to be the first to cum in you, you know makes it more likely that my sperm will impregnate you and sibling baby’s are going to be more screwed up than cousin baby’s.”

“pull out when you are going to cum and i will swallow it then” i suggested Alex relented and climbed between my legs, he positioned himself and then thrust in gently, nervously. my hands rested gently on his shoulders as he continued to thrust my hands ran down his toned body my legs wrapped around his legs so that my feet were in between his. his cock felt so right as it gently moved in my soft yet tight pussy. he sped up his hips bucking and thrusting i saw the look in his eyes that meant he was about to cum, his grunts confirmed this so i pushed him off gently and wrapped my lips around his rock hard cock, immediately he released shooting wave after wave of hot sticky cum into my mouth as i swallowed i kept him in my mouth sucking and slurping until he was completely free of cum. i sat back unsatisfied. as yet none of my family had been able to make me cum.

then Alice stepped up to me and pushed me back while making out with me, all pretense that this was just for re-population gone, this was what it was just a group of horny teenagers finally expressing how the feel about each other. as Alice made out with me i felt two more of them start to feel my breasts while i felt two of the guys penetrate me one in the pussy and one in the ass. it was Paul who was taking his older sisters ass virginity and it was Steve who was pounding into my pussy while James and Jane softly caressed my breasts. the double penetration felt amazing i could feel the cocks get soo close to each other inside me i was also amazed at the size of Paul’s penis it was huge, filling my ass hole tight. Steve was fine for his age but nothing compared to Paul. and finally i felt the heat of an orgasm spread through me as i finally let rip with a huge long moan as all my muscles tensed and i was send into shuddering convulsions and i had the biggest orgasm i had ever had it lasted for a full minuet and the others didn’t stop once during that time, they just kept building the sensation, near the end i felt Paul cum into my ass pumping a few waves of cum deep into me. eventually it subsided and i lay exhausted on the floor. after we had all recovered i suggested we split up and tried to have some baby’s i paired with James, Alex paired with Alice. Paul paired with Anna and Steve paired with Jane. i took James up to my room and we lay there preparing ourselves and chatting a bit. then i snaked my hand along his chest “now lets see about these fantasies of yours” my hand slid down to his crotch and around his limp penis. it became hard within seconds, and boy was it hard, it was utterly rock solid. i licked my lips as i straddled James as he lay on the bed. i slid down and felt the tip of his shaft gently part my pussy lips i slid down further slowly taking more of him in loving the feel of his rock hard manhood sliding along the soft walls of my pussy. i took in his whole length and started to grind in circles on his cock, his hand enveloped my breast as i did so gently kneeing them. i then stared to slid off his cock, then i slammed back down hard impaling myself on his shaft, making myself let out a short moan as i did i so i did this a few more times until i started to ride him more smoothly gently rising up and down slowly speeding up until i was riding him at such a pace the bed was groaning in protest his hands had left my breasts and were resting on my smooth porcelain hip. then he wrapped his arm around me and picked me up he stood up and pushed me against a wall, his penis still buried deep inside me, i was trapped against the wall and his hard toned chest, a very pleasant place to be trapped i might add. he trust into me not getting the same depth as before but much more passion as his lips mashed against mine in a chaotic frenzy of lust and passion. eventually he couldn’t hold me any longer and we sunk to the floor while he still trusted into me as we entwined in writhed together until i felt my whole body start to tremble and shake and i felt his body tense on top of me and his cock start to pulsate shooting thick sticky cum into my pussy that contracted tightly around his shaft as i was rocked by my own intense orgasm my own juices being released to mix with his inside of me and to seep out over his balls and soak my thighs. we lay together a long time unable to move, we fell asleep with him still inside me, his head nestled into my neck.

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A newly-lesbian mad scientist tests an experimental toy on a kinky subject…

HIGH VOLTAGE MITTENS

Nina: Sam, should we do a recap at the start of the second book?
Samantha: Yes, little rabbit.
Nina: Ooh. Keep calling me little rabbit.
Samantha: No.
Nina: Aw, come on.
Nina: Be my predator?
Samantha: Do the recap, and maybe.
Nina: Okay.
Nina: Dear reader!
Nina: We decided to post this second part of Mittens for free on all the free-porn-story sites, as well as on Amazon – and we also decided to post this one in pieces as we go, so we can get useful feedback straight away! We made the HUGE mistake of agreeing to three months’ worth of exclusivity to Amazon with part one, which means you might be reading this and wondering where the hell the first part is – which is why we’re doing this recap and filling you in on the story so far!
Samantha: Which is what you’re not doing. You’re just waffling about distributors. Get to the point.
Samantha: Immediately.
Nina: SORRY SORRY SORRY
Samantha: Dear reader.
Nina: No I can do it
Samantha: …If you must.
Samantha: Should we first explain about this chatlog, before people think that the whole thing’s just a copy-paste of someone’s cybersex session?
Nina: Probably better ought to
Samantha: “Mittens” is the story of how Nina and I got together, years and years ago. Nina is writing, and I am editing, and you are reading. At the end of the first “Mittens,” and at the beginning and end of subsequent books, Nina and I paste in a chatlog where we talk about the book and show you where we are in life right now. As is something of a tradition these days, Nina is gagged and naked, and playing the part of my desk. My laptop is resting on her bare back, and she has her elbows on the carpet and her fingers on the keyboard of her own laptop.
Samantha: Her ass is exposed and vulnerable, and right now I’m stroking her left buttock with the tines of a nasty little hairbrush.
Samantha: So that she knows to stop joking around and do this properly.
Nina: Can I do the Previously on Mittens bit now
Samantha: …go ahead. But do it correctly. The hairbrush is waiting for you, Nina.
Nina: I’ll be good.
Nina: Dear Reader!
Nina: In part one of “Mittens,” Samantha and I got together and had awesome sex.
Samantha: NINA.
Nina: What?
Nina: Ow
Samantha: It was eighty-odd pages! It was fifteen thousand words before I even got your panties down! It was about relationships and fun and laughter and love, and then steaming hot mad-scientist-on-girl action!
Samantha: (dear reader: Nina is also forbidden from vocalising, which is why she just typed “Ow” when I spanked her bare ass with this hairbrush. Like this!)
Nina: OW!
Samantha: That’s two. Now do it properly, or the handle’s going in.
Samantha: And do you see any lube around here?
Samantha: Because I don’t.
Nina: Okay.
Nina: /takes a DEEP BREATH
Nina: We opened on Samantha wondering about a tipsy conversation we’d had the night before, in which I’d drunkenly clued her in on my kinks. She wonders about humiliation, and for some reason she gets hung up on boxing gloves of all things. We go to another scene, of me using the Special Toy, which is a vibrator that was once broken, and Samantha has not only fixed but improved. We get into a little light technical discussion on vibrator modification while I reminisce, and we see that I now view this toy as a thing that Samantha has given part of herself to. Which I then put inside me. I ponder Samantha’s obliviousness. Samantha researches boxing gloves, has a revelation about them, sends me an email because she wants to know more about erotic humiliation, and I get it, and she is online – but she is masturbating at her desk at the time. I interrupt her and we get into a conversation in which we both reveal that we were merrily wanking away while thinking of each other. I arrange to come over in an hour, Sam eats a lot of toast and panics until I show up, then we kiss and hug and squeeze and fondle and she takes me upstairs.
Nina: Samantha teases me for a long time, indulging my authority kink. She is my predator, and I am her little rabbit, trembling and terrified. I slowly realise how strong she is, and it makes everything that much hotter, knowing that it’s true – that she really IS stronger and faster and cleverer than me, and that I couldn’t escape if I wanted to.
Nina: At one point she threatens to pee in my face, and that’s when the reader learns about my watersports kink. She doesn’t actually pee in my face – she was only playing her role.
Nina: THEN we have sex, and it’s super-hot.
Nina: The whole time, this affair gets lengthened to novella proportions by a lot of inner thoughts and musings and revelations and sappy fun romantic stuff, and it ends with us falling asleep in each others’ arms.
Samantha: Satisfactory, I suppose.
Samantha: The point that Nina is trying to make is that you needn’t necessarily have read the first “Mittens” to enjoy this one.
Samantha: You only need to know a few things:
Samantha: That I have a fixation on the erotic properties of gloves as a method by which to degrade a person by immobilizing their thumb;
Samantha: That Nina has confessed her love of bondage and submission, but I am not yet aware of her watersports kink;
Samantha: That I am something of a mad scientist, as Nina likes to put it;
Samantha: That Nina and I have had sex, do not regret it in the slightest, and are now very happily in love.
Nina: Our story continues the following day!
Nina: If you’d like to read the first Mittens for free, keep an eye on the @featherwatt Twitter account – we’ve got four days left in which Amazon will let us give it away for free, and we’ll be sure to let you know about them. Or you could just wait until the end of May 2013, at which time our exclusivity clause will expire and we can post the whole thing for free! If you get impatient, our nome de filthybook is “Phoenix Baker!”
Nina: Happy reading!
Samantha: And now, High Voltage Mittens. Thanks for reading, and don’t forget to comment, rate or review.
Nina: Or Sam will find you and set the coil-o-tron on you.
Samantha: Yes.
Samantha: I will.
Samantha: She’s not joking.
Samantha: Happy reading, my little rabbits.

Samantha looked down at Nina. Nina looked up at Samantha.

Samantha regarded Nina critically, then gave in.

Look at those puppy dog eyes. How can I resist?

Samantha bowed her head to whisper in Nina’s ear; “Yes, you may look at her.”

Nina grinned, and turned her eyes to the painting.

This was a wonderful idea, thought Samantha with a smile, taking in the Renoir herself. Also a strange one. Probably fairly mild by Nina’s standards…

She glanced at Nina, whose eyes were on the painting; her expression was serene, appreciative.

…still, taking it slow. Easing me into it. She pushed her glasses further up her nose. Easing Nina into it, too. She knows I operate strangely, and she appreciates it, but…

She strolled on, past the Renoir and towards the exit, her arms folded in standard I-am-walking-through-an-art-gallery repose. She didn’t look behind her – she didn’t have to. Nina tore her eyes away from the painting and followed.

But this is all very new to both of us.

A curator – elderly, with a uniform, walkie-talkie, and polite smile – held the door open for Samantha.

She returned his smile, with a nod and a “Thank you.”

She heard Nina’s quiet, polite “Thanks,” behind her. She reached back, for the hand that Nina would offer.

They walked on a few steps in silence, along a beautiful but largely empty corridor, as the door closed slowly behind them, hissing gently on its air brake. Samantha slowed, applied gentle downward pressure on Nina’s hand, and Nina was by her side, close and attentive.

“Speaking to another without my prior permission,” murmured Samantha as the two proceeded along the corridor at sauntering speed. “What is the punishment?”

Nina swallowed. “Three smacks across the buttocks, medium strength, through underwear.”

Samantha nodded. “That would be the case, except for…?”

“Uh…”

“Saying ‘uh,’ ‘um,’ or any other such stalling nonsense.” Samantha smiled as they walked. “What is the punishment?”

Nina remained silent. Samantha counted the seconds. After five, Samantha looked left and right, then stopped dead. Nina stopped with her. Samantha leaned into Nina until she was confident that Nina could feel her breath.

“Answer me, Nina, or you’ll really wish you had.”

Nina looked up into Samantha’s eyes, visibly frightened, still silent.

Samantha counted the seconds. Finally, Nina spoke.

“Ten seconds’ silence immediately,” said Nina in a breathy exhale, “regardless of any instruction to the contrary. Cumulative and exponential physical punishment at your discretion for each subsequent infraction, to be recorded and administered at your leisure.”

Samantha smiled, and carried on walking. “To go back to my original question, why is the punishment different for talking to the curator, this time?”

“Politeness modifier,” answered Nina. “Halved punishment, rounded upwards, making it two smacks across my buttocks, medium strength, through my underwear.”

“Yes. When incurring a punishment through politeness, or common decency, a modifier applies,” said Samantha, quietly. “It’s only fair that the punishment be reduced. However, this is further complicated, because…?”

Nina looked down. “Penalty for forgetting an aspect of a rule, in this case the politeness modifier itself.”

Samantha grinned. “What is the punishment?”

Nina swallowed. “An increase in intensity to the original punishment. Two hard smacks across my buttocks, with or without underwear at your discretion.”

“Without, I think. Let’s look in the gift shop before we go.”

Nina smiled. “Yes!”

The penalties are really racking up, thought Samantha, idly browsing the expensive knick-knacks on display. It’s fun to try to figure out how many she’s putting on there deliberately, and how many are genuine mistakes. Also, I’m going to have to come up with more varied and inventive punishments for Nina. I’m sure I can think of more, but I’ll have to run them by her first, before putting them into the schedule.

She watched Nina flick through the postcards.

She’s so pretty.

Samantha let her eyes drift across Nina’s deep burnt orange hair, her pale shoulders, her insubstantial white blouse, her curves – she took a guilty peek at her behind, clad in tight blue jeans.

Hard to believe it was only yesterday evening that she showed me how she liked to be spanked.

Samantha smiled.

Hard to believe it was only yesterday afternoon that I kissed her for the first time.

She approached Nina, from behind. “Find anything good?”

Nina nodded. “I love the curves on this one. I love the colours.” Samantha watched Nina’s eyes scan over the postcard – noticing the way her pupils widened when she saw something beautiful.

She’d been noticing that all day, and falling a little deeper in love with Nina at every painting they passed.

And her pupils widen like that when they settle on me, too. When her body responds to me, unconsciously, the same way it responds to a famous work of art – that’s some kind of flattery, right there.

“I love the contrast,” continued Nina, her eyes on the postcard. “Look how it flows.“

Samantha looked at the postcard. She felt laughter bubble up inside her – she quenched it, and set her hands gently on Nina’s shoulders, carefully watching her reflection in the postcard rack’s acrylic.

She didn’t want to miss her reaction.

“That would be ‘Nude in an Armchair,’ Nina.” Samantha smiled, narrow-eyed, evil. “By Pablo Picasso.”

Nina looked up, the colour draining from her face.

Samantha leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Looking at a depiction of a nude woman without my permission. The most important rule of our visit here today. We went over that one in detail. And you were doing so well, little Nina. What is the punishment?”

Nina took a deep breath, looking around to see if the shopkeeper was out of earshot. “Ten full-strength strikes across my buttocks… with the hairbrush.” She swallowed. “Is there a Picasso modifier?”

Samantha squeezed Nina’s shoulders, tightly. “It seems like there should be, doesn’t it?” She kissed the tip of Nina’s ear. “No, there’s no modifier.” She felt Nina shudder. “No leniency for you, Nina. No mercy. I know you didn’t know you were looking at a nude, and that just makes this more delicious. Your poor little bottom is going to glow[i] with the force of my brutality, little rabbit. [i]That’s what you get, when you play games with a predator.”

Nina’s voice, already barely a whisper, became so quiet it was almost inaudible – “Thank you, mistress.”

“You’re welcome, Nina. We should probably buy two of those postcards. I know I’ll want a souvenir.”

“Enjoy sitting down, Nina,” said Samantha, in a happy, sing-song voice, “because after I get through with you, it’ll be out of the question.”

Nina squirmed and wriggled in her seat. “Please have mercy on me, mistress!”

Samantha grinned. “You’ll cause an accident, distracting me like that.” She changed up to fifth gear, and turned on the radio. “Shall we try to find some spanking music?”

Spanking music was not forthcoming. Instead, a sombre voice delivered a news bulletin.

Gradually the smiles – and the blood – left Samantha and Nina’s faces, as the report sunk in.

After a few minutes, Samantha had to pull over, take off her glasses, wipe her eyes. She felt Nina’s arms around her.

The two women hugged as tightly as the gearstick would allow.

Samantha’s house.

Probably not for the spanking I was so looking forward to.

Nina felt a lump in her throat. Not that I’m much in the mood anymore.

Nina watched Samantha sit down heavily on the couch. Her keys clattered on the coffee table. She sighed.

Will she send me away?

“Will you sit with me?” asked Samantha. She couldn’t quite meet Nina’s eye.

Nina nodded. “Yes,” she said, quietly, and sat down carefully next to Samantha. “But…”

“Hmm?”

“No TV, huh? Or radio.” Nina watched Samantha’s face. “Not for a little while.”

Samantha nodded. “I wasn’t planning on it.”

The two sat, their thoughts dark and private and alone. Slowly, over the course of several minutes, they gravitated together.

Soon, they sat huddled on the sofa, their arms around each other, staring down the world outside.

Finally, Samantha spoke.

“It’s not that it happened, love.”

“I know, Sam.”

“It’s that it happened again. It’s that it keeps happening.”

Nina sighed, closed her eyes, hugged Samantha tight. “I know.”

She felt a hand on her head – protective, somehow.

As though it could stop a bullet, thought Nina, bitterly. They say he reloaded three times before the police shot him down.

All those children. A decade of love and life went into each one. It only took one lunatic and one gun to destroy all of that, and he did it so quickly.

We’re all so fragile. Everything is so fragile. Love and laughter and friendship and all those forces that I thought were so strong – none of them will survive if some idiot shoots them because his mom finally evicted him from the basement.

She felt cold, even in Samantha’s arms.

It wasn’t even anyone special. It never is. It’s never some powerful supervillian, or some evil genius… it’s always just some loser with the sort of petty little problems that only ever affect one person. Some pathetic fuckup who never did anything more extraordinary than walk into a gun shop. Any idiot can do that.

He didn’t earn that power. He just bought it. He probably put it on a credit card.

“How do you cope, Sam?” she whispered. “Your classes give you any, like, Zen way of handling this? What do you do, when something like this happens?”

Samantha stroked Nina’s hair. “Oh, Nina. I’ve got it down to a fine art. We’ve all had too much practice at this.”

Nina snuggled close.

Samantha sighed. “It usually goes down like this. First, I’m angry, and I look at short-term solutions to the problem. Things we can do that would stop it from ever happening again.” She looked down at Nina. “And, because I’m angry, these solutions are all silly and destructive – either things that outright won’t work, or things that’ll work but will mess things up even worse in the short term.”

“And then what?” Nina’s voice was muffled by Samantha’s sweater.

Samantha’s fingers stroked gently around Nina’s ear. “And then I think about my dad. His job was to take a bomb, disarm it, dismantle it, and make it so that it could never hurt anyone, ever again. He taught me how to use a soldering iron and a multimeter when I was six years old, love. He was always so calm.“

Nina looked up, into Samantha’s eyes. They were wet at the edges.

“He taught me the difference between destroying something, and dismantling it. And why that difference is important – they both end up the same, but it’s the mindset you’re operating with that’s the difference. You destroy something in anger, but you dismantle something with care, and serenity. You have to, or either it breaks or – in his old line of work – it blows up and kills you.”

Nina squeezed Samantha. “I understand, but I’m not sure I get how it applies to… well, this.”

Samantha kissed Nina on the top of the head. “Let me up. I want to show you something.”

Nina, reluctantly, wriggled to the side so that Samantha could rise from the couch and approach the cupboard under the stairs. Nina followed her. She watched Samantha take a deep breath, her fingers on the handle.

Samantha turned to her. “I’ve never shown these to anyone.”

Nina pecked her, gently, on the lips. “I’ll be honoured if you decide to, Sam, but don’t feel as though you must.”

Samantha nodded, and opened the door. She reached into the shadows and pulled out a shoebox.

“I knew it,” said Nina, trying to lighten the mood. “Secret shoe fetish.”

Samantha smiled – a fragile affair that reminded Nina of a leaf poking through soil. “If only it were that simple. Come on.” She went into the kitchen, sat down with the box on her kitchen table.

Nina breathed the air. Of all the places in the world, this was the most Samantha-infused. Her kitchen table was piled with junk; electronics, mostly, but here and there bits of motor, plastic casing, servos, manuals, schematics, miscellaneous incomprehensible detritus. Other kitchens smelled like baking cookies or bubbling coffee – this one did too, but with a faint metallic undertone of solder, and overheating batteries, and the acid that Samantha used on her circuit boards.

Nina took a seat. She felt very much at home here, and very much in love – sitting here was almost like being inside Samantha, in a way no less intimate than the way she’d been inside her last night. And this morning.

Samantha sat down, and took the lid off the shoebox. Inside was a chaos of shapes and colours, but one thing jumped out immediately.

“Jesus, Sam -” Nina’s eyes widened. “Is that a gun?”

Samantha closed her fingers around the handle of the item in question. “It used to be,” she said, very quietly. She pulled the item out of the box; a silvery jewellery chain hooked on it briefly before letting go. “But it isn’t, any more. Here.”

She offered the gun to Nina.

Nina hesitated, then took it. It was cold, and heavy. She felt a dreadful sensation of power in its weight – power unwanted and unearned. She kept the muzzle pointed towards the floor, her finger well away from the trigger.

“Is it loaded?”

“Look carefully, love.”

Nina examined the machine. “I don’t normally hang around with guns, Sam. What am I looking for?”

“See the little knobbly bit on the side? It’s a lever. Rotate it downwards.”

Nina did as instructed. Something heavy fell out of the handle, and clattered on the table. Nina looked down.

Then she looked up, into Samantha’s wet eyes. “That’s a battery, isn’t it?”

Samantha nodded. “Nina, never do this with a real gun, but look in the muzzle.”

For the briefest moment, Nina hesitated. Then, trusting Samantha, she did as she was told.

Something was shining, down there in the cold metal darkness.

“Something glass, or clear plastic,” murmured Nina. “It’s a lens, I think.”

Oh God, thought Nina. It’s a laser. She’s made a no-shit, honest-to-goodness laser gun.

Samantha spoke quietly. “It’s a light gun, love.”

What?

Nina looked up at Samantha. “You mean… like… for computer games?”

Samantha nodded. “You remember I was a sucker for House of the Dead. I made this after the Columbine massacre. Although I will admit, my tastes went more towards Point Blank and cutesy gun games after that.”

Nina put the gun down on the table. “You made a videogame gun, Sam… out of a real handgun.”

Samantha nodded. “Yes,” she said, barely audible.

She’s struggling, thought Nina. She’s showing me a part of herself that’s gone through her usual eccentricity and into… into something dark.

Nina stared at Samantha. She wants me to reassure her that I don’t think she’s crazy.

Can I do that? While I’m thinking of her blowing away videogame zombies with a controller made out of a real gun?

Nina swallowed. “What else is in that shoebox, Sam?”

Samantha reached into the box, and took out a little green circuit board. It was star-shaped. When she pressed a button, colourful lights flashed in sequence at each point. “It’s a Christmas ornament,” she said. She handed it to Nina.

Nina took it, pressed the little button, watched the pretty lights.

“The chip in the middle sends voltage to the LED’s in sequence,” said Samantha. “It was originally part of the detonation circuit from a roadside bomb.”

Nina felt something inside her lurch and turn over; something begging for release. A cough, or a sneeze, or an orgasm, or a violent scream, or a full-body jerk. She settled on a shiver.

“It handled the timing of the capacitors that…” Samantha sighed. Nina saw, clear as day, Samantha realizing that she was about to get into a lengthy technical explanation that Nina would find tedious, and stopping herself. “Well, it doesn’t really matter what it used to do. My old man pocketed the chip, back in the eighties. He picked up a lot of stuff, here and there. Souveniers, you know.” She dipped her hand into the box.

This gets better and better, thought Nina, her heart sinking, a terrible sick feeling in her gut. Ten years I’ve known her – and I knew she was a bit odd, but…

“This pendant,” said Samantha, bringing out the chain that had tangled in the gun – “I made this from a nasty little knife that I took from a mugger a few years ago.” It was heart-shaped, and sparkled in the afternoon sun. “See the little channel, here?” She pointed to a vertical indentation running down the left side of the heart shape. “That’s to let the blood out faster, apparently. Probably form over function, I can’t see how it’d make much difference, but muggers like weapons that look intimidating.”

And now, just as I open my heart to her…

And she never told me about that!

“When were you mugged?”

Samantha shrugged. “I think it was the same night you and Steve split up.”

Nina stared. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Samantha looked puzzled. “You and Steve had just split up. You were hurting.” She looked down. “It was all over in a few seconds, I lost nothing, I left him able to run away and I had more important things to think about. Didn’t think it was worth mentioning, given the situation.” She turned the heart over and over in her hands. “I was just going to throw the knife away, but when I got home I was coming down from the adrenaline, and I felt depressed. So I put it in the box, and then a few weeks later I took it out of the box, and turned it into this.”

Oh, God… she’s so strange.

And this fascination with weapons…

Samantha set the heart down on the table, and looked at Nina. “When I despair of the world, I build things. It’s not much, really – it doesn’t really do much good. I don’t think I can do much good, on my own. I’m just one woman. But it feels like…” she looked into the box, shrugged. “It feels like something, you know? I have to do something, even if it accomplishes nothing big. It feels like putting my finger on the scales, a little bit. Normally it’s just some silly little electronics project, or a blog post, or something. It’s only when I get really down that it’s not enough to just make something, and I get the urge to turn weapons into toys.”

Suddenly, Nina understood.

Turning weapons into toys.

Her fingers closed unconsciously around the ornament.

It’s not a fascination with weapons. It’s a fascination with changing them into things that aren’t weapons anymore.

“I’m doing a bad job of explaining my little box of crazy, aren’t I?” asked Samantha, smiling nervously. “I’ve never, like…” she pushed her glasses further up her nose. “I’ve never put it into words, like this.”

“I don’t think you’re crazy,” said Nina, quietly.

Samantha looked into Nina’s eyes. “Really?”

“Actually, no, I’m lying through my teeth. You’re nuts, Sam.” She smiled. “But you’re the good kind of nuts. The kind of nuts that wants to take all the awful things in the world and make them good.” She set the ornament down, stood up, leaned over the table so they were close. “I love you, Sam.”

Their lips touched. Nina watched Samantha close her eyes before closing her own. They breathed together, lips sliding gently, tenderly against one another, warm in a cold world. Nina felt Samantha’s glasses bump against her nose, and Samantha’s hand run gently through her hair.

Samantha drew back. The kiss ended, as sooner or later all kisses must. “I love you too, Nina.”

Nina smiled. “Thank you for showing me this.”

Samantha said nothing, but looked relieved.

“I think I understand,” said Nina, stroking Samantha’s cheek, “that it’s not enough to just destroy something evil, sometimes.”

Samantha nodded. “More satisfying to change its nature. Corrupt it into something good.” She kissed Nina, tenderly, a brief touch of the lips. “Perverts gotta pervert the things that need perverting.”

Nina smiled. She looked down, into the box.

Her eyes widened. Another familiar shape.

“Oho!” she said, grinning. “Tell me about that one.”

Samantha laughed – a beautiful sound, so close to Nina’s ears. “That one… well, that one’s special.” She took the item in question from the box.

“A big purple dildo,” sang Nina, “With a black box on the bottom, and a big scary-looking button. What’s the story with this one – did its batteries come from a tazer?”

Samantha smiled. “I made this just after I fixed your vibrator. It’s the only one that I made when I wasn’t in despair. Also, it doesn’t run on batteries.” She ran a finger along its length. “It contains an experimental projectile weapon.”

Nina stared. “What.“

Samantha nodded. “It’s called a coilgun. It works by accelerating a ferrous projectile along a rail, using precisely-timed electromagnets. In this case, the projectile is captive, so it’s more like a beefed-up, super-powered solenoid.” Nina felt Samantha’s fingers on the back of her hand. “The army’s investigating their feasibility as weapons right now. They want to make a silent, high-powered, recoilless rifle. They want to use this technology to kill people.” Samantha turned to Nina, and smiled. “So of course I couldn’t let them do that without at least tweaking their noses a little bit. I want to use the same technology to make people come.” She kissed Nina on the nose, her eyes narrowed. “Make people come hard.“

Nina stared at the toy. “So… it doesn’t just vibrate, then?”

Samantha smiled, looking down at the toy. “No, it’s better than that. It stops the projectile against a reinforced bracket, transferring the momentum to the whole toy.”

Suddenly, her eyes locked onto Nina’s. In a low, firm voice and with an evil smile, she said “Now listen carefully, little rabbit.”

Nina shivered. Immediately, she felt her nipples hardening.

I am your little rabbit, Sam. I am your little rabbit, cowering and terrified and obedient, and you are my predator.

“Anything, mistress,” breathed Nina, her stomach turning over.

Samantha pointed to a big black box on the kitchen table, festooned with meters and knobs. “Plug in that power supply.”

Nina traced the cord through the piles, and looked around her for an outlet.

“Behind you, silly girl,” purred Samantha.

Nina found the outlet, plugged in the cord. A high-pitched whine came from the power supply, and its meters lit up.

“Turn the left-hand knob slowly, Nina, clockwise, until the meter reads twelve volts.”

Nina did as she was told; the whine changed, and the needle moved.

“Now, see…” said Samantha, doing something complicated to the toy. The black box at the base detached – a thick, coiled black wire hung between the jolly purple shaft of the toy and its…

Control unit? Power supply? No, this is the power supply. That must be the control unit, then?

“Take this end, Nina.” Samantha passed the toy to Nina, holding onto the black box. Nina took it. Samantha took a black wire with a power jack on the end, and plugged it into the black box.

“Now,” said Samantha, “Hold on tight.“

Nina gripped the toy, feeling a rolling in her belly, trepidation in her spine.

What’s going to happen?

Samantha, smiling, did something to a knob or a slider or something that Nina couldn’t see – the box she was holding onto began to whine, its pitch increasing until it was inaudible. Nina watched Samantha, her eyes obscured by the reflection of the lighted meters on her glasses.

She really does look like a mad scientist sometimes.

Samantha pressed the big scary-looking button.

There was a loud BANG from Nina’s hand. The toy jumped upwards, jerking her arm. Her hand felt tingly.

“Jesus Christ!” exclaimed Nina, her rabbithood forgotten.

“No,” said Samantha, cackling – “science!“

“Fucking hell, Sam, you put this in your vagina?“

Samantha laughed. “It’s a unique sensation, I’ll tell you that!” She pointed to a slider switch, on the control box. “It’s a three-coil gun – that was with coils one and two. With all three operating in series, it’s kinda hard to hold on to.”

Nina stared at the toy in equal parts horror and fascination.

“Is it safe?” She swallowed. “…mistress?”

Samantha came closer, pointed to the tip of the toy in Nina’s hand. “The material is a little translucent. If you look closely, you can see how much steel there is at the point the projectile impacts. I’ve reinforced it to tolerances far beyond any voltage you’d ever want to use. If you’re worried about the projectile breaking through the toy, don’t. The coils will burn out first, if we take it that far.”

Nina shivered. “Will it hurt, mistress?”

“I’ve designed this machine so that it’s very stable and predictable, Nina. It does precisely what I tell it to, no more, no less. It will only hurt you if I want it to.” Samantha kissed Nina gently on the forehead. “Go into my bedroom, and bring a condom and the lubricant from the drawer in my bedside table.”

Nina’s eyes widened. She looked at the toy in her hand, the thick wire leading to Samantha’s control box.

That wire is thick because it carries lots of amps, thought Nina. I’ve picked up enough about this stuff to know that, just from watching Sam.

It’s the amps that are dangerous.

“Yes, mistress,” said Nina, and put the toy down on the table.

She shivered as she headed through the corridor to the foot of the stairs. Are we really doing this? Am I really going to let Sam put an experiment in my most sensitive, vulnerable place?

She mounted the staircase, feeling cold, excited, fearful.

The Special Toy…

No, this is different. This isn’t the Special Toy that I love as a part of Sam. The Special Toy is just one of my old rabbits with a bit of extra oomph; this coil thingy is insane! She said herself that it was based on an experimental weapon!

She opened the door to Samantha’s bedroom, smelling the incense and fresh laundry; and a very faint undercurrent of recently-expressed love. The smell calmed her, somewhat.

I trust her. More importantly, if the machine came from her hands, then I trust it, too. She wouldn’t do this if there were any danger.

She opened the bedside table, retrieved a condom and a mostly-full bottle of lube, headed back downstairs.

Her calm lasted until she entered the kitchen and saw the cable, dangling from Samantha’s hand.

That thick, black cable.

Thick for lots and lots of amps.

Nina felt the fear return, creeping up her lower back.

Samantha gave her a hard stare, holding the toy and its frightening circuitry. “Are you scared, Nina?”

Nina nodded. “Yes, mistress,” she whispered.

Samantha smiled. “Open the condom, and put the packet in the trash there.”

Nina did so, her fingers shaking.

“Now pick up the toy, and dress it up in the condom.”

Nina rolled the condom slowly down the length of the toy. It wasn’t particularly big; perhaps, even, a little shorter than most toys Nina had played with. A happy little clitoral-stimulation rabbit stood, ears erect, at the base. That would at least stop the toy from jumping all the way inside and hitting Nina’s cervix.

But it’s not the size that matters, thought Nina. It’s how it moves.

It’s how many amps that big wire can hold.

“You’re shaking,” said Samantha, quietly. “Is it because it’s occuring to you that I have a large supply of batteries of all shapes and sizes and chemistries, and yet this toy doesn’t use any of them?”

Nina stared at Samantha.

“Did it cross your mind,” said Samantha, idly leaning on the table, “that there would be a reason for that?”

Actually, it didn’t. Oh God.

“Look at the size of that power supply,” said Samantha. “That’s what we call a ‘Bench’ power supply, Nina. Batteries can’t supply the current that this toy needs, as fast as it needs it, so it has to be plugged into the mains. And then,” she said with a grin, “plugged into you. Doesn’t that make you just a little bit nervous?”

“Yes, mistress,” whimpered Nina. And it was true. Very, very true.

“We’re ready, little rabbit.”

What do you mean, we’re ready? We’re doing this now? Right now?

Samantha gently took the toy from Nina with her right hand, the control box in her left. She smiled down at Nina.

“Take off your jeans and underwear,” she said slowly, “and bend over, with your hands on the table, and your legs apart.”

Nina’s breath caught as she found herself unbuttoning her jeans.

Wait, what am I doing?!

She pushed down her jeans, taking her panties with them.

Because she told me to?!

She looked at Samantha as she stepped out of her jeans. Samantha was spreading lube over the device, grinning, watching Nina.

Her thighs and hindquarters felt cold and bare. She didn’t wait for Samantha’s command; she leaned over the table, exposing herself.

The table smelt of voltage and solder and electrical heat. Her face was directly in front of the big black power supply, humming softly to itself – she wasn’t sure whether she could feel a faint vibration through the table, or if she was just imagining that she could. She looked at the meter marked with a “V” – it glowed with a warm incandescent light, the needle pointing at 12.

She felt Samantha’s hand on her rear. A squeeze – light and casual, just enough to let her know who she belonged to.

Nina felt the toy push between the wet lips of her labia and slither with shocking ease into her body.

I’m wet for this?!

Nina did not feel the rabbit touch her clitoris – instead, it pushed gently between her buttocks.

Oh God…

Samantha’s hand, holding the control box, appeared in front of her. “Eyes forward, Nina,” said Samantha from above. Nina watched as she set the controller down on the table, delicately pushed a slider switch with a click and an escalating high-pitched whine, and ran her finger around the button, stroking it, teasing it.

At the same time, she felt a stroking, teasing motion around her clitoris; a wet finger slid through her folds on either side, not yet touching the nubbin itself, merely saying hello.

Expertly dividing my attention between feeling pleasure and seeing fear.

What am I doing?

The finger stroked delicately over Nina’s clitoris – a hot, sparking pulse. She cried out.

Samantha’s finger, circling the button, came to rest in its center. “You know,” said Samantha, quietly, “this button doesn’t actually energise the coilgun. It sends a signal to a tiny little voltage regulator chip attached to a great big heatsink, that switches on the current to the coils. It’s this way because the current is so high -“

Nina cried out again, in terror and pleasure…

“…so high, little rabbit, that switching it with the button directly would make a spark big enough to weld -” she tapped lightly on the button, not yet triggering it – “the contacts -” another little tap – “closed.“

“Oh, God!” moaned Nina, ripples of pleasure running up her spine, waves of fear running down, colliding in the centre, tearing her in two. She felt sweat bead on her skin, cold and shivery.

“My goodness, Nina, you whine nearly as much as those huge transformers. The ones that are energized right now. Ready and waiting, Nina, for me to unleash their power into your poor little cunny.” Her finger ran around the edges of the button, slowed towards its center. “We’re about to move a lot of energy in a very short time, Nina. On the order of milliseconds. If you’re particularly observant, you’ll be able to smell the ozone.”

“I’m scared!” cried Nina, white and trembling, the hum of the power supply loud in her ears. “Oh Jesus!”

Samantha laughed. “He won’t help you now. You belong to me. Here it comes.”

Adrenaline and endorphins mixing ice and fire together, Nina watched the tip of Samantha’s finger whiten and flex against the button, and was shocked to feel herself tipped into orgasm – she had exactly one second to consider how she felt about that, before the button’s internal switch made contact.

Time seemed to slow down – she heard a tiny click from the button, watched the lamps behind the meters dim, saw the “A” meter jump – then, like a rubber band, time snapped back and everything happened very quickly indeed, and that was when the coils energized and the projectile accelerated and the toy moved backwards inside Nina with a tiny recoil and tickled her labia – and then the slug hit the bracket and the toy burst forward with a muffled thump, the shockwave belting through Nina’s cervix and into her abdomen, splitting her in two, burying itself inside her in a way no mortal ever had, leaving her quivering, screaming, shaking on the table, her orgasm gushing through her.

It was like a bolt of lightning, thought Nina, panting unashamedly on the table, the rabbit hugging her perinium, prodding snugly between her buttocks. And also a little bit like being punched in the cunt… but in a good way.

I didn’t think that was possible.

“Did you just come?” asked Samantha, her tone light and amused. “From one jolt? More from the anticipation, I’ll bet.”

Nina chuckled, panting and broken on the table. “Yeah…”

“Come again, then.” Samantha pressed the button.

Nina’s world exploded. She cried out, a high, breathless “Ah!” The toy jolted inside her, a brutal, uncaring machine. Shock travelled through Nina’s thighs and abdomen, pleasure following a split-second later.

Then, it happened again. Nina noted with horror that Samantha was holding down the button, and the jolts were pounding into her one after the other.

“So we’ve got a slider, a button, and a potentiometer,” said Sam, raising her voice over the cries and yelps of pleasure and shock bursting forth involuntarily from Nina’s lips. “You know what the button does. The slider turns on up to three coils – right now there’s just the lower coil active. That determines how hard it pounds your poor little pussy. The potentiometer, here, influences how fast it brutalizes you – right now it’s firing at two hertz, or twice a second. It goes up to eight as standard, but there’s an overdrive that puts it into what I like to call “Woodpecker mode.” That’s for when you absolutely have to be brutally fucked as hard and as fast as possible, and you don’t care about the lifespan of the voltage regulator. I only ever used it on rather cold days, to give it a better chance of not overheating. Are you paying attention, Nina?”

“AA-AA-AH!“

“Good. Want some clit stimulation to go with that?” Nina felt Samantha’s hand underneath her, fingers pressing on either side of her clitoris, pulling and jerking upwards…

“OH-SHIT-FUCK-JE-SUS-FUCK!” opined Nina in single syllables forced out between jolts, her insides tingling and glowing, her diaphragm jumping upwards with each thump, another orgasm thundering towards her.

“Yes, precisely,” purred Samantha. “Call me ‘mistress,’ Nina.”

“Th-tha-thank-you-mis-tress!”

“Does make it hard to talk, doesn’t it?” asked Samantha. “I like that. You’re my dirty little fuckslave, aren’t you, Nina?”

“Y-yes-mis-tress!”

“What are you?”

“I’m-y-y-your-dir-” Waves of hot, pulsing orgasm struck Nina, crashing through her, shattering her into pieces. Language – that which had tipped her over the edge – became one of those things that happens to other people. “AA-AA-AA-AA-AAH!”

“Dir-ah-ah? You’re my dir-ah-ah? Tell me, Nina. You’re my dirty, filthy, naughty little bitch. You’re mine, to do with as I please. And what I please, now, is for you to keep coming.”

Nina’s eyes crossed – in her view, the voltmeter switched places with the ammeter and they become one, pulsing in time with the jolts.

“That’s the wonderful thing about this toy, Nina. When you’re with some brute of a man who’s thrusting his dick into you over and over and over, and you start to come, half the time he’ll change the pace, speed up or something – like a fool, because how does he think he got you to orgasm in the first place?”

Nina, of course, continued her agonized, ecstatic screaming, her throat becoming raw. She had just enough presence of mind to consider the length of her orgasm worrying, then frightening – being this out of control of her body wasn’t new to her, she’d learned it last night. But for this long?

“But this is just an uncaring machine – it keeps up the same rate,” said Samantha. “Very predictable, very stable. I can sit here and hold down this button and twiddle your little clit all day long, Nina. You might never stop coming.”

She lifted her finger from the switch, and everything abruptly stopped. Nina’s hips bucked against the toy out of habit, her orgasm diminishing, the waves slowing down.

“Or, I could not,” said Samantha, yawning. “That’s a problem with this toy. It’s either fucking you or not fucking you. You don’t get to come down nice and gentle, slowly fading out like with a nice vibrator.” Nina, sweating, panting, saw through blurry eyes Samantha’s fingers slide the switch one position upwards. A click, a whine.

No…

“Well, you sort of can,” said Samantha, turning the knob a few degrees. “But to do that you have to increase the power or the frequency, first. It’s not a smooth drop from energized to nothing, is what I’m saying.”

No!

Nina watched with terrified eyes as Samantha’s finger circled the button, trying to summon enough breath to beg her to stop, as Samantha continued. “Another problem is that using all three coils is only time and a half as strong as using two, but two coils – which is what we’re set to now, Nina – are twice as strong as one.”

Twice as strong!

“Nina, look at me.”

Nina looked up. Samantha looked down.

“Are you frightened?”

Nina swallowed. “Yes.” The truth.

Samantha smiled, and slowly ran her hand down to the crotch of her jeans. “Do you realise how much that excites me?” She gripped herself between her legs, rubbing slowly back and forth.

It does. She’s not acting, she’s not playing around. She’s starting to become truly excited at seeing me shaking and terrified.

Nina looked at Samantha in mixed horror and excitement.

She’s a genius, and I’ve arranged things so that she gets off on scaring me.

What have I done? What sort of force am I unleashing?

The safeword bubbled up in her mind; Nina knew that she would not say it.

Not with two coils. Not with two-thirds the power that Sam sometimes uses.

I can take it.

Samantha pressed the button, and there was a bang from inside Nina’s vagina. The shockwave belted through her body, reaching her throat. The difference in force between one coil and two literally took Nina’s breath away – she felt the shockwave corrugate the air inside her lungs. She felt the force of the blow bounce off her tailbone and reverberate around her pussy. Before she had time to yell, another jolt pounded into her, shaking her, rattling her teeth.

Not just twice as strong, twice as fast too!

She was a piston in a some unspeakable engine, being hurled back and forth by violent explosions she was powerless to resist. She gripped the table; the piles of detritus shook with each thump, screws and resistors rolling off and skittering on the kitchen floor. The ammeter jumped rhythmically in front of her, its needle reaching almost the center of its travel. Her hot, abused cunt was overwhelmed in sensation – numb and tingling but still insistently telling the rest of her that it was time to fall over and die for a little while.

But Samantha wouldn’t let her. Samantha had her finger on the button, openly groping herself through her jeans as she watched Nina writhe in the torment she had created, her eyes widened and unashamedly excited.

Another orgasm came riding up on her – no, I don’t want that, I can’t take it, I’ll die! – and Nina was overcome by it, run down by it, abused by it.

“I love watching you lose control like that,” moaned Samantha. “You’re a dirty bitch, aren’t you, Nina?”

Nina, screaming in the middle of her orgasm, felt an abrupt and overwhelming urge to urinate.

No! That’s not possible! I just went, as we got inside!

She screwed her eyes shut, her screams growing louder, and realized with shame and horror that she wasn’t even nearly going to be able to hold it in.

She gave up and let go – and as she did so, her orgasm intensified, more than she ever thought it could. A point of brilliant white light stabbed through somewhere between her vagina and clitoris, filled her, spun, pulsed, and exploded outwards, leaving her suffused with a radiant glow that rebounded from every muscle in her body, her shame running in hot trickles down her thighs.

Her knees shaking, she slipped in her own puddle.

Samantha, of course, caught her before she could hurt herself.

“I don’t think this is pee, Nina.” Samantha held Nina close, stroking her. “It doesn’t smell like it. And it’s clear. Well, clearish.”

They lay in the puddle, on the kitchen floor, Nina on top of Samantha, staring up at the ceiling, still weak and trembling and fighting for breath.

Nina sighed. “I was beginning to think that, yes,” she panted. “That’s only happened to me once before.”

Samantha grinned. “I think you squirted.”

“It’s certainly less embarrassing,” said Nina. “I wouldn’t want to think of you saving me from falling into a puddle of my own piss by throwing yourself into it.”

Samantha squeezed Nina tightly. “I don’t mind. I’d swim in your piss, if it’d mean stopping you from being hurt.”

Nina contemplated the image. There was silence for a moment.

“That was…” Samantha began. “That was a very strange thing I just said, Nina.”

Nina chuckled. “Yup.”

“I made you squirt.” Nina could hear the smile in Samantha’s voice.

She smiled herself. “You did.”

“I’ve never been able to do that, myself,” said Samantha. “I’ve tried, y’know. Last time I tried it with a guy… didn’t go so well.”

“What happened?”

Nina felt Samantha shrug. “He was fingering me, I was on the brink, we’d been trying to figure out the whole squirting thing, it looked like it was about to happen… so of course I farted.”

Nina chuckled.

“Not just a little girly toot, either,” said Samantha. “I mean a big, long, rippling honker, the sort that makes your eyes water. The cat got up and left the room.”

Nina’s chuckle became genuine laughter, and she felt Samantha’s chest jiggling behind her too.

Her lungs ached beautifully. Laughter, so soon after orgasmic screaming, felt strangely like a mini-orgasm in her chest. It warmed her heart.

“Was that with Todd?”

Nina felt Samantha nod. “Heh. Yeah – and you saw how well that turned out!”

Nina guffawed. “If there was ever a guy that needed farted on…”

“I know! Hah!”

The two laughed together in the puddle under the kitchen table.

“Come on,” chuckled Samantha, “we just spent the morning in a fancy art gallery, we can’t be laughing at farts now, it’s not proper…”

“All right,” said Nina in between giggles, “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”

“Agreed. I should probably shower, too.”

Nina turned her head, awkwardly, to look at Samantha. “I put that gunk on you. Can I help you wash it off?”

“I played my part in putting it there too, love,” said Samantha, stroking Nina’s hair. “But that sounds nice.”

That’s all for now, folks – check back soon for more!
~FeatherWatt

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Hope you enjoy the first part

(Femdom, Sci-Fi, Orgasm-Denial, Teasing, Lesbian, FBB, BDSM, Humiliation, Fetish, tragic love story)

Author’s Note: The character of Professor Ava/Queen Ava is heavily-based on porn star, Ava Devine, a very beautiful, voluptuous and talented actress with a fantastic voice and screen presence, so if you want to know exactly what the character looks/sounds like, check out Ms. Devine’s work.

Chapter 1: Moans of Despair And Lust.

As Johnny (dark-haired & muscular football jock) and Lucinda (cute petite ponytailed-brunette with a perky personality) were about to walk into the Advanced Virtual computer lab, they gave each other an apprehensive look. It was going to be very awkward working with Professor Ava after Johnny had rejected her sexual advances last semester. In the intervening time, Johnny and Lucinda had started dating (although they hadn’t had sex yet) and they were pretty sure that Prof. Ava was aware of this.

And Lucinda had wanted to talk to Professor Ava privately, about…something else.

Walking inside, they saw that Prof. Ava was already here and had already turned on most of the very experimental computers (something to do with virtual reality, quantum mechanics & other stuff).

Seeing Johnny & Lucinda enter, Prof. Ava smiled and said “Morning guys, I already started a pot of espresso – it should be ready soon. Oh, and when you get a chance, I’ll need your help in the Annex.”

Professor Ava tried to downplay it, but she had a “hot MILF teacher” thing going – sexy face and voluptuous body hidden behind librarian glasses and librarian clothes.

Johnny & Lucinda walked to the Annex, where Prof. Ava was typing away on the backup drive for the Quantum-Server. “Guys do you notice anything glitchy on screen 3 ?” Johnny & Lucinda turned to screen 3, everything went white and they were gone.

Prof. Ava pulled the Quantum-Server’s lever to the OFF position, took off her glasses and smiled a wicked smile. The life they knew is over ! she gushed to herself as she ran her tongue over her moist full lips.

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Lucinda and Johnny woke up, facing each other at the same time, finding themselves in a large pink room with rose-red trim and no furniture, with ambient illumination provided by the walls themselves.

Panic set in as both realized they were three feet above the ground and held completely immobile and spread-eagled, thanks to glowing solid-energy-field restraints on their wrists and ankles.

And they were completely nude.

“What is this ? Where are we ?” Lucinda pleaded, her creamy-white skin trembling.

In spite of their very alarming predicament, Johnny couldn’t help noticing how the milky-white flesh of Lucinda’s uneven tan-lines drew attention to her perfect perky tits and completely shaved and meaty pussy.

Noticing and embarrassed, Lucinda said: “Hey, stop looking at me !” as she squirmed helplessly in the solid-energy restraints that left her exposed to his gaze.

“I..I’m sorry” Johnny stammered, embarrassed at having been caught ogling her and suddenly self-conscious about his own nudity as his cock began to stir. Lucinda noticed this too as well as the rest of Johnny’s athletic & toned quarterback’s body, but was too distracted and concerned about their situation to dwell on it.

Professor Ava sauntered out, her hips swaying in triumph over her prey. She was now dressed differently, wearing a shiny black latex bodysuit that looked like it had been painted on as it hugged her sweet curves, the front of her bodysuit opened in a wide “V” that went down to her navel and displayed her sexy cleavage and just barely covered her nipples. The outfit was complimented with matching high heeled boots & gloves, a black, red-fringed cape and a bejeweled red tiara.

Seeing Professor Ava walk into their view, they were about to pepper her with questions, which she stopped by commanding: “Silence !”

As she drank in the view of her sexy nude slaves, their flesh blushing in embarrassment, she said:

“I know you both have a lot of questions, which I’ll answer right now, but if you dare to interrupt me, I’ll plug up your mouths…and maybe as a few other things”.

“The two of you are guests in the cyber-quantum realm of CompuTerra Erotica. It’s kind of like that place in the movie Tron, except you two are going to get fucked. A lot.”

With a regretful look on her face, Professor Ava addressed Johnny: “Johnny, oh Johnny…you could have ruled this dimension with me, driving each other to unparallelled heights of ecstasy.. You fucked up son.”

Suddenly angry and pointing a red-nailed finger at Johnny in accusation, Prof. Ava said: “You should never have led me on !” She’s crazy ! He thought.

Straining against the energy-restraints, Johnny said: “It was just one kiss…” as he avoided Lucinda’s eyes.

Still furious and with a Don’t Even look on her face, Professor Ava said: “From this moment on you will both address me as Queen Ava and you two are now my property !”

Queen Ava snapped her fingers and four tall, muscular but feminine women marched into the room; all were wearing black, shiny latex open-faced helmets, battle gloves, armored brassieres, thigh-high boots and skimpy thongs. One of them was a striking Black woman.

They looked formidable and sexy.

“These are my elite soldiers, the Harem-Amazons – they are trained in all forms of erotic combat – there’s no opponent they can’t subjugate physically and sexually !” Queen Ava said proudly and then said: “Ladies, let ’em hear your battle-cry !”

In unison, all four Harem-Amazons said:

“WE WILL KICK YOUR ASS AND THEN WE WILL LICK YOUR ASS !”

Proudly, Queen Ava turned to her captives and asked them: “Isn’t that SO hot ?” In response, they both squirmed in the energy-restraints that held their bodies taut and spread-eagled.

A holographic computer-tablet composed of energy floated towards Queen Ava, who smiled wickedly as her eyes glanced over the screen and said:

“Thanks to my Lust-Scanners, I have complete access to all of your sexy little desires and fetishes…you don’t get to keep ANY juicy secrets from me !” she taunted.

This caused Johnny and Lucinda to squirm even more.

Looking up from the floating holo-pad, Queen Ava smiled in cruel delight and said: “According to this, your hot little whore-girlfriend over there has all kinds of lesbo-fantasies” and then covered the side of her mouth as though she were relaying something confidential and said: “But don’t worry, she still likes the dick”

“That’s not true !” Lucinda lied as she struggled in her energy-restraints. “I’m not into chicks !”

Queen Ava rolled her eyes in a bitch, please ! manner and snapped her fingers.

Immediately and with precision, four Harem-Amazons descended on helpless Lucinda: One started a tongue-assault on her pussy, while the other two were sucking & tease-nibbling on her tits and spanking her ass from behind, the fourth grabbed her head and invaded her mouth with a deep French kiss; helpless in the energy-restraints, Lucinda moaned in outrage and/or desire.

“Leave her alone !” Johnny screamed in mock-protest. To his shame, watching Lucinda writhe helplessly under the fingers, lips and tongues of the Harem Amazons was incredibly hot.

Johnny was rock-hard and unable to conceal it as Lucinda whimpered as one of the Harem-Amazons started tonguing the delicate rosebud of her asshole.

After 3 minutes, Queen Ava gave Johnny a see what I mean ? look and snapped her fingers and the four Harem-Amazons ceased their attentions on Lucinda’s flesh and walked away in formation. “H…Hey, where are they going ?” Lucinda moaned in frustration as they returned to their assigned positions in the room.

Locking eyes with Johnny “Lust scanner, let’s see what little sexy little things Johnny is hiding from us…”

Eyes wide with naughty delight, Queen Ava said in a mocking tone: “Well, well, well.. ladies, listen to this, you’ll never guess what the big strong captain of the football team has as his top sexual fantasy.”

No. There’s no way she could really know that. She’s bluffing Johnny thought.

Queen Ava said in a playful, teasing manner while pointing a red-nailed finger at Johnny: “Seems like our little Johnny is into a lot of freaky shit, but his biggest fantasy is to be fucked by a woman wearing a strap-on !”

“That’s a lie !” Johnny lied and then lowered his face, unable to face anyone.

Delighting in his humiliation, Queen Ava walked over to Johnny, the gaze of her eyes drinking in the sight of his throbbing cock, at eye-level to hers, pointing directly at her face.

“I always knew you’d have a superb cock” she said as she playfully drew her fingers along the underside, prompting a “Hey !” from Johnny. “We’ll get acquainted later, but first…”

Suddenly, bands of energy materialized around his engorged cock (one just under the head and one at the base of his shaft) and one around his balls – the bands constricted, causing Johnny to gasp and cry out: “Get these fucking things off of me !” looking down at the solid energy-rings, Johnny could feel them slightly expand and contract in response to the throbbing of his cock and they each vibrated, subtly.

“The energy-rings will keep you from cumming and keep your cock hard until I decide what to do with it.” Queen Ava informed nonchalantly as the ring under the head vibrated, teasing the ridge of his cock.

Queen Ava twirled her finger and through the energy-restraints, Johnny spun around in mid-air, his back to her and his ass at face-level. Queen Ava sighed and placed her hands on the back of his thighs and staring directly at his exposed buttocks, said: “There’s the ass I fell in love with – watching it run on the football field in those tight pants and that glimpse I got of it in that sexy jock strap when I “accidentally” walked into the boy’s locker room. And now it’s here” she continued “those magnificent globes revealed to me in all their glory, finally mine.”

Queen Ava then closed her eyes as she rested the side of her face on Johnny’s bare ass cheeks (which trembled) and said: “We’ll be together forever” and then started to lovingly kiss his taut buttocks, leaving a trail of red lipstick marks. The sensations of Queen Ava’s kisses on his exposed ass combined with the maddening vibrations of the energy-cockrings caused Johnny to gasp.

Looking over at Lucinda through eyes half-lidded with desire, Queen Ava said: “Doesn’t he have a magnificent ass ?” Lucinda, never having seen Johnny’s bare backside before, had found the scene of Ava kissing it to be incredibly arousing and, wishing she had a hand free to finger her pussy, said: “Yeah, he’s got a really hot ass.”

Queen Ava stood back, placed the palms of her hands on each cheek of his ass and said: “So tight and proud, just waiting to be tamed…”

Even though Johnny was super-horny, he’d had enough of Professor Ava, her humiliations and her treating him, his secret sexual desires and his ass like they were her playthings.

“Enough ! I don’t know how you’re doing this Ava, but enough is enough ! You’ve had your fun, now let us go !” Johnny demanded, a sudden tremble in his voice as Queen Ava teased the crack of his vulnerable ass with her tongue.

Suddenly, the energy restraints whirled around and Johnny was facing Queen Ava and Lucinda again as Ava said: “Oh my God, you are both so precious – you have no idea about the things I’m going to make you do and the things I’m going to make you do to each other.”

“I still can’t believe you cheated on me with her, although she does have nice tits” she said as she tweaked one of Lucinda’s nipples, causing a muffled cry of pain/pleasure. “So if I were you I—” Queen Ava started to say and did a double-take and walked back to Lucinda and ran a finger along the exposed lips of Lucinda’s shaved pussy, looking at it admiringly: “Completely shaved. Nice.” “Oh !..Ah..ah..th…thank you Queen Ava” Lucinda replied, quivering under Queen Ava’s fingers.

Walking away, Queen Ava replied: “Too late to kiss my sweet ass now, whore !” not realizing that she had been Lucinda’s first lesbian crush and that her sweet ass had often been part of Lucinda’s masturbatory fantasies.

Looking back at the holo-pad, Queen Ava seemed to suddenly become furious with what she saw on it. “So, according to the Lust Scanners, you both love each other…”

Angrily addressing her naked playthings, Queen Ava said: “Well guess what, I’m never, ever, EVER going to let you fuck her, but maybe I’ll let her fuck you with a strap-on, since you’re sooo into that” laughing a cruel laugh. “I’m not into that !” Johnny lied again and wishing she’d stop revealing his most shameful sexual fantasy to everyone. Especially Lucinda.

With renewed anger, Queen Ava threatened: “I have so many toys I’m going to inflict on you…Robot-BallGags, Tickle-Whips, Orgasm-Lipstick, Cum-Lasers, Telepathic Nipple Clamps and Dildo-Drones and that’s just for the first 1000 years of foreplay !”

1000 years ? Johnny thought to himself.

I have no idea what a “Tickle-Whip” is, but I really want to find out Lucinda thought to herself.

“You, you little trollop !” Queen Ava raged to Lucinda, breaking her out of her thoughts about the Tickle-Whip “You might get fucked and your pussy might get wet, but I’m never going to let you cum !”

“Are you screwing with me ? That’s sooo messed up” Lucinda moaned in despair and frustration. I was going to work on Johnny about a threeway with Professor Ava, but she’d waited too long.

It was too late now.

“You should have thought about that before you stole Johnny from me !” Queen Ava countered as Johnny squirmed, distracted by the vibrating solid energy cock rings.

Queen Ava walked over to Johnny and addressed him sweetly: “In any case, I have more important matters to attend to, such as our upcoming televised wedding and our honeymoon, where I’ll deflower you, which will also be televised” she said with a sexy smirk.

Queen Ava then turned her back and started walking away towards the entrance, saying: “In the meantime, I’ll let you both get acquainted with your new friends.”

Just before she left the room, Queen Ava turned and addressed the Harem-Amazons with an evil smile and said: “Oh and remember ladies, Don’t let them cum !”

As Queen Ava left the chamber, the energy- restraints disappeared and they fell to the floor (to Johnny’s dismay, the energy-rings were still on his cock and balls).

As Johnny & Lucinda stood up, they noticed the 4 Harem-Amazons advancing upon them, with cruel smiles on their lips…

To be continued in Chapter 2: At The Mercy Of The Harem-Amazons !

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A life saved is a life earned-Part one (Foreplay)

I was never the most popular kid in school. In fact I was never even really part of the social scene. My name is Evan and I went to a fairly selective and wealthy private high school in Eastern Massachusetts and just wasn’t the right fit. I lived in a fairly rural suburb of Boston. My neighbors ran a farm; the others ran the town dump and had a pet donkey and cow. It was a cool town called Fairborn and had its own character to it. Most of the kids at my school came from wealthy suburbs like Weston and Wellesley and Newton. Most were liberals which contrasted starkly with my fervent libertarian conservatism. It was a classic New England prep school full of geniuses and hockey and lacrosse players. I played baseball but was never a star. I was more of a self-described adrenaline junkie. My greatest passion was Freeride Mountain Biking, but I was an expert free and backcountry skier, an adequate kayaker and aspiring skydiver. I was just never quite different enough to stand out and never the same enough to fit in. I was entering my senior year at 17 and had already planned my first skydiving trip after my 18th later in the year.
But, before the school year started my school took the senior class on two day whitewater rafting trip in northern Maine.

So one cold and stormy day I drove to school. The previous week we had been feeling the remnants of a tropical storm that had migrated north. The torrential downpours had been on my mind. I was excited knowing that the Kennebec River, our destination, was flowing at a season high of 7800 CFS. I had been rafting many times and the high water levels were getting me extremely excited. I settled into the five hour bus ride and fell asleep. When we arrived, our whole senior class numbering just 80, in our two coach busses we were assigned cabins and made our way inside to get out of the damp drizzle. Most of the girls in my grade were fairly attractive and watching them run off through the rain, their nearly fully grown breasts bouncing in their wet class t-shirts had me salivating over the rest of the trip. Late that night a group snuck out, including me and met with a group of the girls in the game room. Most of the other guys were hockey players and that classic 6 ft 180 and ripped. I ended up hustling a little pool, something I had learned from my dad. It turned into bets for clothes. I won a lot of underwear from the girls, but when things got steamy I was left alone, too shy to try and get involved. I wasn’t exactly a hunk. I was about 5 ft 8 and 160. I wasn’t real ripped but I was stronger than most kids my size. I was also a black belt and had spent 12 years learning to fight so I was fairly coordinated. But, my inability to get the girls had always hurt my social standing. I left dejected.

The next morning, the morning of the rafting was a bright cheery and hot day. The river was warm and we didn’t even need wetsuits, which all the guys appreciated because when the girls put on the extremely tight life-jackets, it nearly squeezed their boobs right out of their bikinis. I, as I always did on high flow days had packed a knife into the right pocket of my suit and a roll of bandages and tape in the left. I few guys made fun of me for being scared but I knew all too well how much could go wrong once the flow got so high.

The trip started out on calm water. For about three hours we drifted down stream. Nearing noon, we started to hit rapids. The water funneled down into a canyon where we would lose all cell service until the end of the trip. The last rapid before the canyon was a really neat pour over called Crossbones. I was on the second to last raft. Just as we went over the pour over I saw the boat in front of us flip. Then I saw two girls, Eliza and Jill, pop up out of the water. There was a stretch of calm water after Crossbones and the two were enjoying the ride after the whitewater. Suddenly I saw both of their heads go under again. A bunch of thoughts raced through my mind. These were two of the nicest girls in school. I had never really been friends with them but they were nice and we would talk during free periods. Eliza was the classic short with huge tits. She was about 5 ft 2 and sported a beautiful pair of 34 D’s. Jill was about 5 ft 5 and a tri-varsity athlete. She was slender and athletic with a pair of tits around a large B cup. Both of them were beautifully tanned and best friends. It was Eliza’s birthday. Nobody else saw it but I knew exactly what had happened, foot-entrapment. They had let their feet dangle in the shallow river and they had been caught by something on the bottom. This usually means death. It’s almost impossible to rescue someone once they have been pinned to the riverbed. I have never been formally trained in any sort of survival techniques, but being an outdoorsman, I had picked some up along the way. Additionally my dad had been a naval officer and his best friend, my godfather, had been a navy fighter pilot. Hanging with them had taught me to think fast and stay calm. In an instant I ripped off my life-jacket and jumped off the upstream side of the raft. I floated down feet first about two feet underwater until I saw the two girls. They had their feet caught in an old safety line wrapped around some rocks on the bottom. I grabbed the rope and hung on with all of my strength. Just then a shadow passed overhead and I realized that it was the last raft going by. There goes our last chance of a quick rescue I thought. Jill was still conscious, but Eliza had been knocked out on a rock. I saw the look of fear and panic on Jill’s face and knew I couldn’t let her die, nor would I let Eliza go on her 18th birthday. I was able to quickly free Jill with my right hand while I worked my way towards Eliza. I had to use my knife and I cut her lose in about two seconds as the razor sharp blade whipped through the line. And they thought I was scared. I grabbed Eliza and floated to the surface where I saw Jill had already made it to a rock strewn beach at the edge of the canyon. She had quite a gash on her right forarm. I began rescue swimming with Eliza out cold in my arms for the same beach. I saw the last raft drift off into the canyon. It took all my strength and skill to make it to that beach. Past it the banks were shear rock walls. There was no chance of survival if we drifted into it. Finally I hit the shallows and picked up Eliza, even with the massive amounts of adrenaline pumping through my veins I was dead tired. Jill who was no ditzy bimbo ran over and checked Eliza for a pulse as we made a beeline for the soft moss under the pine trees at the back of the beach, Eliza in my arms.

“No pulse,” Jill cried to me, afraid her best friend was going to die. I set Eliza down on the moss and unsnapped her life-jacket, her bikini top stuck to and came off to. I was confronted with a set of beautiful tan tits the likes of which I had never seen.

“CPR,” I said calmly, “keep checking pulse.” I placed my hands between Eliza’s two beautiful breasts and began pumping. On the first two pumps, jets of water came shooting out of her mouth. By the tenth, Jill had a pulse. But she still wasn’t breathing. I place the life-jacket under her neck to open the airway and started giving her rescue breaths. I had always fancied her. She was fun and spunky without being annoying. She was tough too, never afraid to mix it up with the guys, just my kind of girl. I never imagined our first kiss would be mouth to mouth resuscitation.
Suddenly Eliza’s eyes popped open. She looked at my face, lips on hers. She pushed me off, clearly shocked by the position. Realizing her state of undress she covered herself and ran into the woods. I heard faint sobs.

I took to bandaging Jills wound and just I finished she looked at me and said, “I’ll go tell her what happened,” and flashed me with a beautiful smile.” I fell on my back exhausted and fell asleep. I awoke to a soft whispering in my ear.

“Evan, sweetie, wake up. Eliza wants to thank you.” I opened my eyes to see Jill kneeling next to me. She winked. I looked between my legs to see what was going on. To my surprise, I wasn’t wearing any shorts, and quickly covered my crotch. Then I noticed Eliza. She was completely naked. She was crawling across the moss on all fours with he wonderful chest hanging down. I looked back up at Jill, she wasn’t wearing a top either. I realized what was about to happen. Jill saw the look in my eyes and immediately bent down a placed her lips on mine. At the exact same moment, I felt Eliza’s hands softly pull mine away from my semi and her lips close around my quickly hardening shaft.

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This is the continuing story of Rose, her husband Ron and the babysitter Jenny. Rose had just recently found the opportunity to dominate another and to even punish and be sadistic. She found it a rush and it was changing her life. Jenny lived with so much guilt because of an over religious mother. Their story continues.

Rose woke up first and realized it hadn’t been a dream. Here she was in the bed with the 16 year old babysitter Jenny and her husband. She could hardly believe the things she had forced them to do after noticing their attraction towards one another. She had made the young woman undress before him, kneel before him and give him a blow job. She even later forced her husband Ron to take the girls virginity. But what surprised Rose even more were the other things she had done like spanking both their bottoms with a ping pong paddle, hitting Jenny between her legs with a belt and performing oral sex on the girl. Even more surprising to Rose was how she felt doing all this. At first she was acting out of anger, she found herself wanting to hurt them as much as she could. But somewhere along the way she found herself enjoying this. She liked how it felt to make another person do something. She liked how it felt to punish another person and have them just accept their punishment seemingly giving her the permission to be their punisher and what surprised her most of all was how drawn she felt physically to the young woman. Rose had to ask herself did she ever think she had ever felt drawn to another woman and she could not think of a time when she felt attracted to anyone. But there was something about this young woman, her frailty, her femininity, her innocence and mostly her obedience. Rose felt the urge to touch her, hug her, kiss her, hear her, smell her and taste her. What scared her even more is how aroused she felt while punishing her. She could hardly believe she had taken a ping pong paddle and spanked the girls butt several times. Then she even took one of Ron’s belts and struck the girl between her legs directly on her sex and letting the buckle swing through all the way up onto her butt. How could she enjoy this? Wasn’t there a term for this? A word that described the liking of this feeling? Yes. . . yes there was such a word, it was called sadism or sadistic. Was she really sadistic? Rose opened her eyes and looked at the petite woman laying next to her, did she really like to hurt this fragile looking creature as much as she liked touching and feeling and kissing her. She felt herself shiver. And what about her feelings towards her husband, all those years of marriage and she had seemed to have lost her libido yet yesterday she had been more aroused then she had ever been. Was she. . . God forbid. . . a lesbian. Rose took a deep breath in and then out. She was thinking too much. She didn’t want to do that anymore. She couldn’t do that anymore. She needed to kiss the girl lying next to her. Rose very carefully move closer to Jenny and moved the hair from her face. It glistened with the look of Ron’s dried cum. Very gently she lowered her lips to Jenny’s and kissed them softly, licking along them until she felt Jenny begin to wake. Rose felt her aggression come back and firmly pushed her tongue into Jenny’s mouth. Jenny woke feeling something touching her lips. She opened her eyes feeling her eyelashes seem to have to peel away from her skin to open. There was Rose kissing her pushing her tongue into her mouth. She tried to move her arm to push her away but realized they were still tied behind her. What had she done? She had committed so many sin’s of the flesh as her mother called them. She even had sex with. . . Ron, yes there he was beside her. She heard him snoring. Was she going to go to hell like her mother told her? The same woman kissing her now had also spanked her butt with a ping pong paddle. She also hit her hard between her legs with a belt. And Jenny felt like she deserved it. She felt Rose stroke her hair with her hands as she kissed her. Then she felt herself stiffen as she felt her hand go to her breast. Wow how she made her small chest feel last night. Jenny tried to quit thinking and just tried to let herself relax. This was feeling good and she didn’t want to think about going to hell. She just wanted to feel this new feeling she had never known or understood before last night.

Rose was struggling worried if this girl thought she was some kind of freak. She had woken her up kissing her and the poor girl woke and tensed up so much. She was about to stop the kiss but wait. . . she was relaxing, she was kissing back. Rose felt her heart beat faster she didn’t stop, she kissed her more passionately and to her delight the young woman didn’t resist at all. She felt her husband there just a few inches away, but he was snoring and she hoped he didn’t awaken. She continued to rub Jenny’s breast as she seemed to like it. Then she felt an urge, a need to do something she had never done before and she slowly moved her kiss lower. She kissed Jenny’s chin and then at the base of her neck and then down onto her chest. She kissed her way down onto Jenny’s right breast. The girl could scream or cry out or say stop now if she wanted to but instead she just breathed heavy. Rose felt herself trembling slightly as she was so nervous at what she was doing but she couldn’t stop she kissed lower and lower onto the small firm perky boob until she found the place she secretly wanted to kiss. . . Jenny’s nipple. Gently Rose pulled it into her lips sucking it softly. As she did she brought her tongue to it and licked it between her lips. She felt Jenny arch her back and heard her moan. Rose was delighted, Jenny liked this. Then Rose felt a curiosity and she needed to know so as she sucked and licked the nipple she slid a hand softly down Jenny’s body, lower and lower onto her stomach then lower ohhhhh yes she felt the smooth pubic bone that she has shaved last night but her fingers worked lower down till she found Jenny’s sex and YESSS it was wet. She rubbed her finger directly over the clit and felt the girl arch her back more and stiffen. Rose couldn’t help herself and she felt her own fingers work around Jenny’s flesh until she found her clit. Then she was shocked with her desire she wanted to. . . to be. . . sadistic and she pinched the clit and twisted it as hard and much as she could. All while sucking and licking the nipple. Jenny let out a groan and tried to pull her hips back and away. She lifted her legs up but couldn’t move Roses hand from her clit. God it hurt soooo deep into her body. Jenny wanted to ask Rose why she was doing this but she already knew the answer, because she was a bad girl, a sinful girl. She groaned as the pain shot through her body yet she didn’t protest or beg her to stop she just accepted Rose’s punishment knowing she deserved it and more.

Rose felt a rush of adrenalin through her body. She felt Jenny arch more and jerk and try to snap her legs up to protect herself. Yet she didn’t tell her to stop or even say no she just accepted what she was doing. She wanted to make it hurt more and thought of a way slowly working to turn her fingers where her fingernails could find flesh. She was able to turn her index finger and press it against the base of her clit. She heard Jenny wimper and that made her need to dig her nail in more. Rose heard Jenny let out a sob and she started to cry. Rose pushed her upper body higher and came back up to Jenny’s head she kissed her lips lightly and then whispered in her ear, “It’s okay sinner open your legs for me and accept the punishment you know you deserve. Help me hurt you more Jenny.” Rose could hardly believe what she was saying. She remembered the long hours of listening to Jenny’s mother ramble on about her extreme religious beliefs and her daughter. She actually remembered thinking and feeling sorry for the girl she had yet to meet thinking how difficult it must be to have a mother with such extreme beliefs. Now she found herself taking advantage of that knowledge. Knowing the things Jenny had been told. To her delight Jenny began to do as she was told and worked to open her legs. “Good girl that’s it I’m going to try to hurt you more to give you the punishment you deserve.” As Jenny opened her legs it made it easier for Rose to access her clit and she was able to shift her fingers again and push her thumb and middle finger nails also at the base of her clit. She felt Jenny begin to tremble. “That’s it baby let me hurt you here in your naughty places. You need me to punish you cause you’ve been such a naughty dirty bad little girl and I’m going to Jenny, I’m going to punish you for your sins,” Rose said as she strained her fingers making them sore as she worked to keep digging her nails all around Jenny’s clit. Rose pressed and dug and pinched at poor Jenny’s clit a few more seconds then she had to rest as it strained her fingers so much. She let go but put her hand over Jenny’s sex firmly squeezing her loins pushing her hand into Jenny’s flesh. “That’s a girl, good girl you accepted your punishment bravely. But don’t worry I’m going to punish you much more for all your sins Jenny. You did really well and I’m very proud of you. I’m going to help you Jenny. I’m going to punish you much, much more for all of your sins, for the naughty pleasure you feel. And I’m going to have Ron help punish you too. We’re both going to hurt you, to punish you, to relieve you of the deep guilt you feel,” Rose said to her softly.

When Rose looked up she realized Ron was awake looking at her and listening to this. Ron could not believe what he was hearing. Was his wife serious? Was she out of her mind? He looked at Jenny’s face seeing the tear streaming down her cheeks. What he didn’t know is what Rose had done to her as the covers were covering her body and he couldn’t see anything below her neck.

Rose now had no doubt she was truly sadistic. She then leaned down and kissed Jenny passionately. When she broke the kiss she then looked at Ron and said, “Good morning Ron. We’re going to help Jenny here. We’re going to help punish her for her sins. We’re going to hurt her body as much as we can to relieve her of her guilt. And before you worry about this Ron, this is what she wants. . . No this is what she needs from us. So we are going to be good friends to her Ron to help Jenny, to punish her body as much as we can to help her release her guilt. But I want you BOTH to understand this is going to take a lot of work, a great deal of punishment because of all her impure thoughts and all of her sins. But I promise you Jenny, Ron and I will not let you down. We are going to work with you as long as it takes to hurt and punish your body for all of your sins. And as you continue to be human and continue to sin more we will be here for you to punish you more even if it means punishing you every day.”

Rose continued, “Are you ready to embark on your road to salvation Jenny? Do you submit yourself to me for as long as is necessary? Do you accept without question any punishment I deem necessary? Do you want us to help you?” Jenny looked at Rose stunned hearing all this. She had felt so guilty her whole life so bad so much of a sinner and now Rose was offering to help. Jenny just nodded. But Rose didn’t accept that and said, “No you have to answer verbally with Yes Ma’am.” Jenny looked at Rose and said it softly, “Yes Ma’am.”

Rose smiled with this and pulled and kicked the covers down. She then took gentle hold of one of Jenny’s knees and turned the leg opening it wide. She then took hold of the other knee and did the same lining the bottom of Jenny’s feet together with her knees both turned out wide. She pushed each knee down till they were almost flat on the bed. “It’s time for a spanking Jenny, are you ready to accept your punishment,” Rose asked. “Yes Ma’am,” Jenny replied. “That’s a girl Jenny this is going to help you Jenny, its going to help you very much release some of that guilt. I want you to accept it bravely to try not to cry, try not to scream try to be as quiet as possible,” Rose said looking her directly in her eyes. Then without further hesitation she lifted her hand and hit Jenny directly between her legs as hard as she could. Jenny let out a loud groan as she felt the pain of the hit on her loins. Instinctively she snapped her knees together. “No no Jenny keep your legs open for me,” Rose said and reached and pulled her knees open again. “Ron help me, hold her knee down with your leg,” She said to him. He hesitated for a moment but then moved his leg over her knee. Rose did the same on her side. Then she lifted her hand up high again and brought her hand down hard again hitting directly on Jenny’s sex. Jenny again cried out as it hurt and again her reflex made her try to close her legs but her knees were now pinned and she couldn’t and again Rose’s hand came down hard on her sex. Jenny tossed her head back God how this hurt. She just wanted to roll on her side and curl up. Two more times Rose hit Jenny between her legs each time hitting right on her pussy. She felt it throb through her body.

“Ron I need you to help Jenny, if you care about her you will spank her naughty dirty sex very hard,” Rose commanded. Ron hesitated a moment he just was unsure but he had just heard what he heard he looked as his wife and then finally gave in and raised his hand and slapped Jenny directly between her legs. Now what neither of them saw or noticed was as Ron was contemplating if he would do it Rose had taken a hold of the ping pong paddle and when Ron hit Jenny’s sex Rose brought the paddle down hard flat on one breast. Jenny cried out in pain shocked to feel the pain both places. It made it hard to focus on the pain in either one. She was horrified when she heard rose say, “Again.” As Ron hit Jenny again on her sex Rose hit the opposite breast spanking it with the paddle. “Again harder,” Rose commanded and Ron slapped her pussy again as Rose hit her breast so hard with the paddle. This continued on until each breast had been hit five times and Ron had hit Jenny’s pussy ten times. Poor Jenny was now sobbing hard crying. Rose then bent down and hugged her tightly. She spoke softly in her ear, “Its okay Jenny you did so good. Go ahead and cry out those tears. Its okay Ron and I are going to help you. We love you and are going to help you release all that pent up guilt.

Jenny was surprised to feel this woman holding her, comforting her. Did she really care about her? Was she really going to help her? “Its okay baby I’m really proud of you. You did very good accepting your punishment. We’re not going to let you down,” Rose said again softly while still hugging her close. Finally Rose sat up releasing her hold on Jenny. She then lifted up to Ron and whispered to him something Jenny couldn’t hear. She watched him crawl over her and get between her legs and she was surprised when she felt his cock touch against her very sore pussy and then grunted as he pushed in. Jenny cried out loud as the cock over 13 inches long and over 2 inches wide forced inside her again. Ron was moving fast and aggressive and pushed over and over forcing his cock to push into her tight sex. Rose started chastising Jenny saying, “That’s it Jenny accept my husbands cock inside you. He’s going to fuck you as hard as he can punishing you inside for lusting after him.” And that’s exactly what Ron did thrusting his hips hard more out of lust then his wife’s words but he needed to do this, yearned to do this and he fucked Jenny as hard as he could muster. Ron pushed and pushed inside her over and over until his cock was fully inside her. He thrust as hard as he could. He was surprised when he felt his cock seem to hit something inside her but he just kept thrusting inside her again. She jerked when the head of his cock slammed hard against her cervix. Ron did not understand what this was as he had not had many sexual partners and never one this young. He had no idea how painful it was for Jenny as he thrust the head of his cock into her cervix over and over again. It felt to Jenny like someone was punching her inside her stomach and she grunted loud on each stroke. “Harder,” Rose coaxed Ron on not realizing why Jenny was reacting like she was but just wanting her to experience rough sex. Ron used more of his weight and strength to thrust harder really drawing a deep groan from Jenny. She tried to move around under him to stop the painful feeling inside. Rose not doing anything else, reached down and pulled up one then the other of Jenny’s legs this only allowing Ron to push in even a little further. Ron now felt his cockhead push into Jenny’s inner wall and it felt oddly good to him so he just tried harder to make all his strokes fully inside and Jenny felt like someone was hitting her between her legs with a baseball bat. Fortunately for Jenny he only had six more strokes like this before it excited him too much and he began to sew his seed inside the young babysitter. Ron could not remember ever enjoying sex this much and while he felt so guilty for what his wife had had him do, he was enjoying the best sex of his life and not wanting that to end. Six strokes later her tight pussy had milked out all his cum and he finally stopped thrusting as his cock was going limp. He stayed there only a few more moments before he rolled off of Jenny and onto the bed. He then knew he needed to get up and go to the bathroom. Ron walked into the bathroom not bothering to close the door and both Rose and Jenny heard him relieve his bladder. As he was finishing Jenny said very softly to Rose, “May I go to the bathroom?”

Rose heard this and looked down at the young girl. This was the first time in her life another human being had asked her permission for a necessary bodily function. Rose had to contemplate if she could actually find a way to say no. But she also knew what that meant, it meant she would pee in their bed and Rose was not sure she wanted that. She then decided to try to think of another way to take advantage of that need. Then she slowly smiled and got up out of bed. She then looked at Jenny and said, “Get up out of bed.” Jenny rolled to the edge of the bed and then stood up. Rose continued, “Did I tell you to stand up? Well? I don’t think so, now kneel!!!!” Jenny looked at her stunned and really needed to pee. But she didn’t know what to do so she slowly went down to her knees. Rose then took Ron’s belt from last night and pushed one end through the buckle without fastening it. She then looped it over Jenny’s head and lowered it to her neck where she let it pull tight. “Crawl,” she commanded Jenny and jerked the belt forward of Jenny tugging her towards the door to the room.

Caught completely off guard the tugging pulled Jenny’s upper body forward. She lowered her hands to the floor and began to crawl behind Rose. No sooner then she did and Rose picked up the pace forcing her to crawl as fast as she could. As Rose reached the back door she felt the belt tighten as Jenny seemed to slow. When she opened the back door Jenny came to a complete stop. Rose looked back and her and quietly walked back to Jenny and stood right beside her before taking the paddle in her hand and with as much force as possible it went, “Whack” right across poor Jenny’s bottom. WOW Did it hurt. Then again Rose walked past Jenny and pulled and hesitantly Rose pulled Jenny out the back door crawling. Rose kept up a harsh pace and walked all the way into the backyard. Poor Jenny had to follow on hands and knees as she crawled behind Rose. Once she was in the middle of the yard Rose finally stopped. “Pee,” she commanded. Jenny looked at Rose stunned. She certainly did not expect her to pee while on her hands and knees in her back yard completely naked.

Then she slowly realized more and more where she was and what she was wearing. How could she be out here like this? Held by a man’s belt around her neck, completely naked as she crawled on her hands and knees. Jenny felt very ashamed. She felt the bright summer sun shine on her bare skin. Rose continued, “I thought you needed to pee? Now pee or we’ll go back inside and I wont allow you to. If you pee on my floor I’ll beat you till you pass out. So do it. . . PEE.” Poor Jenny listed to Rose’s retort. She really did need to go but how could she kneeling here outside in the yard. Jenny knelt there nervous scared and unsure. “You have 60 seconds young lady if you don’t start then we’re going back inside,” Rose threatened. Jenny knelt there struggling ashamed, and embarrassed. How, oh how could she do this?

Rose then growing more impatient set the belt down on the grass and walked on the porch. She picked up and old broom hung on a nail on the house and walked back over to Jenny. “Whack,” the broom handle came down across Jenny’s bare butt. “Pee!” Rose yelled. “Whack,” the broom handle hit again. Jenny shook not sure what to think or do. Then she even tensed more when she felt the top of the handle push down her butt crack until it touched her sex. Rose then bent down and picked up the belt and pulled it firm. Then she very firmly pushed the broom handle against Jenny’s pussy lips. She moved the handle up and down until the lips began to open for the rounded end of the handle. Then she pushed harder, and harder until the handle began to force inside Jenny. The poor girl let out a howl of pain. As the dry stiff hard broom handle pushed into her sex. God it hurt! Rose pushed more and more slowly forcing the wooden handle to push deeper into Jenny’s sex. She was pretty sure this much hurt pretty bad but she felt herself oozing wetness in her own panties. Rose took her time and moved the other end of the broom up and down trying to help work the handle in more. “Pee,” she commanded angrily, “or I’ll push this as far inside you as I can. Jenny started to cry and that made Rose feel very guilty but just as she was about to pull out the handle she noticed an odd spray of wetness splatter out from between Jenny’s legs. The young girl had done as she was told and started to pee. “That’s it baby, pee down those pretty legs of yours,” Rose coaxed. Rose held very still not wanting Jenny to stop peeing. “That’s a good girl, pee in my yard my little pet,” Rose said struggling not to giggle at herself for saying that. Finally Jenny’s stream stopped and Rose just watched her for a few more minutes.

Then again Rose set the belt down on the grass and walked towards the house leaving Jenny there in the yard on her hands and knees. Rose took hold of the garden hose and pinched off the end and then turned the spicket on and listened to the sound of the water. She slowly let the hose unwind and kept the crimp in it till she got close to Jenny again. Then only a few feet away Rose aimed the hose at Jenny and let the crimp out and whoosh a hard spray of cold water hit Jenny’s body. The broom handle still sticking into her sex. Rose was soaking her as she screamed from the cold water and then Rose pulled the broom away. She aimed the water directly as her sex taking advantage to it staying open for just a few moments. And poor Jenny felt the rush of water into and over her sex. She was shivering and upset as she was hosed off. Rose was laughing having fun.

Finally when she felt she had her thoroughly washed off rose tossed the hose to the side and turned the water off. She then walked back over to Jenny and picked up the belt. “Good girl,” she praised her, “good girl.” Then she tugged and Jenny turned around towards Rose and they started back to the house. Jenny felt so relieved as they made it inside. She was so embarrassed and ashamed to have crawled outside naked, to have peed in the back yard and to have had a broom handle shoved up her sex. With the air conditioning running in the house Jenny shivered as she was still quite wet. She watched Rose sit down on the sofa and she pushed her butt down still on her hands and knees on the floor. Rose stared at her amazed. She couldn’t believe this young girl was doing what she asked. It felt incredibly powerful to have someone do what their told for you.

Rose then had to work up her nerves a bit more then she already had. Was she ready for this? Was this really what she wanted? She tried to hide the fact that her hands were shaking but slowly she pulled Jenny directly in front of her and put one foot on each side of Jenny resting her feet on the edge of the coffee table on either side of Jenny. Then firmly Rose slowly pulled the belt forcing Jenny closer and closer to her own sex. She lifted the hem of her robe up and open exposing her sex to Jenny. With the young babysitter close enough she was able to put her hands on her head. She then pressed her into her sex. Jenny was so nervous. She had never seen that part of another girl that closeup. She smelled Roses scent and saw that she was very wet. She then felt her own head pulled hard until her mouth was on Roses pussy lips. She knew she’d better do something so she slowly pushed her tongue out. She tasted a woman for the first time and she tasted very different then Ron. This taste was not as salty and just seemed to have a better taste. But she still could hardly believe what she was doing. “Lick my pussy whore,” Rose scolded her, “eat me good.” Rose then felt Jenny do as she was told and she licked more and her tongue explored around Rose’s sex. Timidly she continued to work Roses body and slowly she was able to try to not think too much about it. Over and over she licked. Jenny was not very skilled at this since it was her first time but since it was so hot and arousing to Rose it wasn’t very long before she reached orgasm. The first orgasm she had had in many years. “That’s it baby drink my cum down,” Rose coached as Jenny licked and tasted so much of her orgasm. “That’s a good girl,” she said again, “good girl.” Then Rose finally let go of Jenny’s head and even the belt. She lifted one of her legs back with the other taking them out from around Jenny. “Lay down,” she commanded and Jenny slowly laid down on the carpet. “Good girl. . . stay,” Rose ordered. Soon she was drifting off to sleep.

To be continued. . .

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Part 3 of the Priya Series. Will Priya survive being tied up? Is there a future with Bell and Priya…?

Linnea’s parents get an offer they can’t refuse

Chapter 9, In which I am not such a bad girl

It was weird enough to be having an impromptu dinner party with my estranged parents, but I’d just found out my girlfriend, Stacey, was scheming to restore my access to the family trust. Daddy and Mommy had cut me off after I’d moved in with my deceased brother’s gay boyfriend — they weren’t what you’d call broad-minded.

If that wasn’t enough excitement for one night, I’d just confessed to Stacey that I’d been having a long-distance affair with a stripper in Texas named Jenny. Stacey was the jealous type, and my revelation hadn’t gone over well. The only reason she hadn’t completely lowered the boom on me was that she was juggling so many things at once.

Stacey could do magic, you see. It had something to do with hair, and some sort of special “lip balm” she had, but done right, she could skew what people saw and thought, or even wanted. I’d tried it once, but only managed to turn Jenny and myself into sluts.

Just at the moment, my parents were seated at our dinner table, either not noticing or not caring that everybody except Stacey was naked, and masturbating instead of arguing. Daddy didn’t think much of anything I’d done the last few years, so he’d been doing a lot of jerking off.

Stacey and I had been talking in her bedroom; she’d used a new trick I’d never seen that left me falling all over myself to confess my history with Jenny — doing anything Stacey asked felt way better than masturbation.

Our roommate, Michael, finally looked in to see what we were doing. There was a lot of tension between him and Stacey, mostly centering on me. That was because he loved drilling my asshole with his stiff cock, and she didn’t like sharing me. Stacey couldn’t complain too much since she was the one responsible for confusing him into thinking he was fucking my brother, Peter, when he cornholed me.

Also, Michael was Stacey’s sponsor at their “Mind Controllers Anonymous” self-help group, although frankly I wondered if the pair of them hadn’t fallen off the wagon, so to speak. Since I’d had like a hundred times as much mind-blowing sex since meeting Stacey as in my entire life before, <I>I</I> wasn’t going to complain; what consenting adults did was their own business.

“You’re going to do everything you can to make sure you regain access to your trust, right Linnea?” Stacey not-quite-asked as she helped me to my feet.

I nodded eagerly, anxious to try somehow to make up for my betrayal and express my love and devotion to her. The jolt of arousal that accompanied my agreement was a bonus.

Michael eyed my disheveled condition. “Are you sure you’re okay, Linnea?” They’d probably heard me screaming.

Stacey patted him on the shoulder, palming a hair and transferring it to her mouth so skillfully that only somebody watching her closely — like me — could see it happen. “She’s fine. Why don’t you go back and keep Peter company?” Her mouth twisted into sort of a smile. “That horny bastard’s probably jerking himself off now that you’ve been out of sight for 15 seconds!”

“But–” My mouth froze under Stacey’s wilting stare, and closed with a quiet sigh of pleasure. I watched Michael blink slowly and begin hardening as he considered what she’d just told him.

He grinned and disappeared in the direction of the kitchen.

“Stacey!” I gasped, once we were alone again. “Daddy will kill Michael! Why did you do that?”

She smiled at me, but it didn’t reach her eyes; clearly I wasn’t forgiven. “Didn’t you tell me your father’s inability to deal with your brother’s homosexuality was the reason for your family problems? I think once he works through that, he’ll be much more comfortable with us.”

“Well…” I couldn’t really fault her logic, but it still seemed a bit mean-spirited, even if Daddy probably deserved it.

“I want your father and Michael to really get to know each other,” Stacey emphasized, evidently growing a little impatient with me.

“Oh!” Maybe they would end up killing each other, but once she’d put it that way — “Okay.” Agreeing felt so good it was easy to ignore the feeling I somehow was being disloyal to Michael.

This time Stacey’s smile looked genuine. “Let’s join them, shall we?”

I hurried along behind her, hoping she’d ask me to do more things.

That turned out not to be a problem. If I’d been teasing Daddy and Mommy earlier that evening, it was nothing compared to what happened after we returned. Stacey seated herself at the head of the table, and commenced ordering me about as if she were the Queen. I, of course, was only too happy to comply with her every request, and my parents were too distracted by Michael to pay much attention to us.

Michael’s cock stood rigidly at attention, its tip glistening with precum, as he moved about to refill everyone’s coffee cups. Daddy and Mom clearly were a little uncomfortable with the display, especially because Michael had a certain look in his eyes, which remained resolutely focused on Daddy the entire time.

Between sensuous licks of Stacey’s toes, I watched the storm intensify. Daddy scowled at Michael and fisted his meat, which only excited Michael more, which prompted Daddy to stroke himself more urgently. Their pas de deux was punctuated by occasional faint squeaks from Mom.

I forgot to breath, or lick, waiting for the inevitable explosion. Stacey appeared equally interested and didn’t reprimand me for my lack of enthusiasm.

Finally, Michael reached out to grab Daddy’s cock. “C’mon, Peter; I can help you with that,” he grinned.

“You…” snarled Daddy, his face dark and angry, and then he suddenly paused. A look of confused horror and pleasure crossed his face, and he spurted several jets of semen onto an excited Michael. It frankly was rather impressive, considering his age and the fact I knew he’d cum several times already.

“You’re a nasty boy,” Michael leered, and stroked himself briefly before returning the favor. Since he was younger and fresher, and standing up, Daddy got a generous coating of spunk across his chest and face.

Mom’s arm trembled like she was having a seizure. “Oh my God!” she gasped, before staggering to her feet. “This is obscene!” She jerked again and then stumbled from the room.

“I don’t think she’s ever masturbated,” I whispered when Stacey looked at me.

Stacey appeared at a loss for the first time since I’d met her. “What is it with your family?” she muttered under her breath, before addressing Daddy more forcefully. “Gay sex is pretty hot, isn’t it? You were wrong to take away Linnea’s access to her trust, and you want to give it back, right?”

Daddy stuttered, “N-n-n–” and started fisting himself again, harder than ever. Then my view was blocked when Michael leaned over and kissed him, right on the mouth.

I gaped at them until Stacey nudged me with her foot.

“Go find your mother. Fucking show her how to jill off; demonstrate if you need to.” I nodded eagerly, feeling like I was in heat. “You can let yourself cum once after she does, and again when she agrees to release your trust fund.”

It seemed a bit, well, mercenary, to keep focusing on the money, but I knew it meant a lot to Stacey. It nearly broke my heart to think Mom had lived her life without experiencing the joy of a good self-induced orgasm, and I mentally kicked myself for not thinking of her plight sooner. I would have been lying if I’d said the prospect of having permission to diddle myself didn’t excite me, too.

Mom was looking around the living room, probably for her clothes, when I caught up with her. She whirled to face me, tears in her eyes. “Linnea, why are we acting this way? What’s happening to me? It’s so” — she struggled with the word — “wrong!” She panted, hands trembling uselessly at her sides.

“Oh, Mommy!” I thought about hugging her, but she flinched. “It’s not wrong; people masturbate all the time — you should try it.” I demonstrated by sliding a finger into my slit, which nearly made me jump. I was dying for relief anyway, and the knowledge that Stacey wanted me to do it ratcheted my arousal even higher.

“It feels so good,” I urged, working the finger deeper and using it to transfer moisture to my clit, coating it and my rings until they gleamed. “Look; it’s not so hard.” That was unnecessary advice, as Mom was staring at me like she was seeing me for the first time. I caressed my breast, but regretfully left my nipple alone — just a brush told me any more contact would set me off, and it was too early.

“You look like a little girl!” she exclaimed, eyeing my bare mound. “And those rings! It seems — sluttish,” Mom said. She was big on elliptical arguments, preferring to avoid outright confrontation. “Sluttish” really meant “totally inappropriate and not something my daughter should be doing, much less myself.” Regardless, her hand had drifted near her bush, but she was poking at herself the same way she’d use a broom to dislodge a dead spider from a window.

She was just so weird sometimes. “It’s not sluttish,” I protested, trapping her hand in mine. I guided it to the juncture of her thighs, getting only token resistance, and rubbed it along her cleft several times. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away, even when I levered her index finger deeper and pressed it firmly where her clit should be.

“Oh!” Mom gasped, and I grinned. She sounded like a kid who’d tried a bite of something new and found it tasted better than expected. I moved her hand a few more times, and she kept stroking herself after I let go.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” I panted, stroking myself again to demonstrate. It really did, but when I layered on top of that the pleasure of helping Mom, and the arousal of doing what Stacey had ordered, it was nearly orgasmic. I really wanted to jam a finger or three in my ass, but I wasn’t sure Mom was ready for that.

I took a deep breath and gently guided her towards the sofa. She twitched, perhaps thinking I was going to try something else, but let me sit her down without any resistance. Mom’s finger didn’t miss a beat. I sprawled happily in the armchair, making sure she could see everything I was doing, and resumed pleasuring myself.

Daddy shouted something from the dinner table, but the living room was quiet except for the liquid sounds of our fingers. “I can’t believe you never got yourself off,” I told Mom.

She raised her eyes briefly to my face. “It’s not very ladylike,” she demurred, but I noticed her finger started going a little faster.

Whether it was solely Stacey’s magic, or Mom was getting into it, or a little of both, I decided to treat the situation like one of my phone sex calls with Jenny. It didn’t take long for me to forget myself entirely and just let the memories and fantasies spill from my mouth.

“…and he was packing a bulge like you wouldn’t believe! I mean, my ass was just aching for him! I was so tempted to follow him into the men’s room, but my connection was tight and his wife looked pretty territorial. Not that she wasn’t pretty tasty-looking, herself,” I sighed.

Mom squirmed on the couch. “Oh my God,” she whispered in an unreadable tone of voice, never taking her eyes off my dripping slit.

Did the thought of making it with a woman make her hot? I could sympathize with that! Smiling to myself, I shifted my monologue. “Yeah, she was wearing those yoga pants — you know the skin-tight ones that hit really low on your hips? She couldn’t have had more than a thong on underneath it, and I bet she was shaved.” I moaned at the thought of how sexy a bare girl was; so did Mom.

“It’s just so hot to see a clean pussy,” I breathlessly continued. “The way a girl’s smooth skin feels under my tongue — it just draws me in. I can eat out Stacey for hours.” I was so wet I had to stop and suck on a dripping finger. “If that woman hadn’t looked like such a bitch, I bet I could have turned her gay — or at least bi — without even trying.”

The mental image of the nameless woman writhing on my tongue superimposed itself over Mom, and I started to buck. Just as quickly, she morphed into a stern-looking Stacey and I jerked my hands away, feeling unsatisfied and hotter than ever. I was being a good little slut, but I wanted to cum badly and Mom still was holding up the show.

“O-oh, Linnea,” Mom gasped, “When did you stop being the daughter I raised? You never” — she had to catch her breath and force the word out — “used to do things… like this.” Her face was red and her body glistened with sweat, and she arched away from the seat beneath her in an unconscious attempt to bury her hand more deeply within her.

“Like jill off?” I laughed. “Mom, I started doing that when I barely had anything to shave down there!” She looked stricken, and I thought she was going to orgasm, but didn’t quite make it. “Oh yes, I’d pull up my demure nightgown late at night and diddle my juicy little cunny with a finger or then a little candle, holding a pillow over my face so I didn’t make a sound.”

It hadn’t been the happiest time of my life. “God, I was so screwed up! I spent my high school years convinced I was going to go to Hell for doing something everybody was doing.” I loved my parents, but I realized this had been simmering inside for a long time. I stood up, channeling some of my energy into nervous pacing.

“I’d like to go back in time and tell that girl not to be afraid. I’d love to taste her creamy little gash and show her how to use her body and enjoy it without fear.” I glanced at Mom, who looked like she’d forgotten how to breathe. “I know a girl who was Purity Club Vice President; I sucked on her cunt while a guy took her anal cherry at the same time! Not so pure now, eh?”

Mom looked like she was cumming her brains out, joints locked and trembling violently with her hands trapped between her legs. I knew Stacey’d be happy, but just then I was still caught between my wave of indignation and happy memories of Jenny, the ultimate Forbidden Subject.

“I have orgasms every night. I love being with other women as well as men. I’ve fucked people I didn’t know or wouldn’t even recognize again. I’ve done it in public, and in groups, and even used the missionary position once in a while. I admit it — I’m a slut, and I like it!”

Hands on hips, I stood in front of Mom and stared at her. “But that doesn’t make me a bad person, Mom. I’m still the same daughter you had, and I still love you and Daddy just as much as ever. But I’m not going to hide the way I feel, like Peter did.” I spread my glistening labia with one hand and deliberately inserted two fingers deep inside myself. “And if I feel like getting off, I’m not going to hide in my bed!”

“Oh! Linnea!” Mom gasped brokenly. Her wide eyes followed every slightest movement of my hand. “You’ll always be my little girl, Sweetie. It’s just…” Her body tensed and relaxed again, and then she licked her lips. “You’re so forward!”

I smirked, thinking of Jenny. My pulse quickened, and I twisted a ring, applying delicious pressure to my throbbing clit. “We’re all sluts inside, Mom. Masturbation’s the least of it! I heard other girls talking back in school, and it’s even worse, now. You know how early girls lose their virginity?” I thought about Jenny and I finding another girl, but the image stubbornly kept morphing into an imperious Stacey.

Mom looked from me to her hand, which was trembling in the vicinity of her thigh. “They fuck in high school?” She made the question sound more like a statement, and even now I was surprised to hear her drop the F-bomb. Her hand darted to her slit like a frightened animal seeking refuge. “That’s so — huh — wrong!”

It became clear how things were going to go. “I wish I’d experimented more,” I said, honestly. “There were a few girls who were, you know, like Stacey.” Abbie Givens had been Goth before it was fashionable, and there’d been whispers. The thought made my insides clench.

“With other girls?” Mom panted, obviously aroused. “The little sluts! Did they sh-sh-sha-shave — Oh my God!” She was eyeing my bared mound with obvious desire.

Sure, I’d do anything for Stacey, but that didn’t mean I was excited about the idea of making it with my own mother; that was just gross. I wasn’t sure if Stacey had planned it that way or not, but Mom apparently had discovered a way to break through her mental block against self-gratification.

Now I just had to think fast enough to get her thinking about something besides me. “Do you think Daddy was right to cut me and Peter off from the trust?” I asked, mentally holding my breath.

“Oh, yes, Sweetie,” she answered automatically, just as she’d always supported him, and then she thought about it, fingers slowing. “Well, no. No, it seems wrong.”

I smiled as she started getting into herself again, and I knew I was going to be cumming soon. “Isn’t it right for Daddy to do that if he thinks I’m a bad girl? The kind who sleeps with other women, shaves herself, and gets pierced? A slut with absolutely no morals?” Actually, I had plenty of morals, but Mom’s face was beet red and she was whipping up lather between her legs.

Mom threw her head back, her eyes glazed but still watching my bare slit, where I was matching her stroke for stroke. “Fuck! Fuck! No, no matter how nasty! It’s too harsh!” She exhaled explosively on the last word, climaxing again.

My legs felt like rubber, but I wasn’t quite done. “Will you come and tell Stacey that, right now?”

Her eyes grew wide, and for a moment I thought I’d blown it. “Like this?” She gestured vaguely at herself, and I had to admit she was a sight. Her normally well-groomed hairdo was a distressed, sweat-soaked mess, red blooms decorated her face and chest, and her crotch reminded me of a hair-clogged bathtub drain. “Why not?” she smiled, surprising me and climbing wearily to her feet.

She surprised me again as I turned to exit the room. “Mom!” I wriggled away from the hand on my ass using a move I’d perfected in bars during my college years.

“Oh, loosen up, Linnea,” she told me when I looked back at her. “Isn’t that what you were telling me?”

“Not that loose,” I retorted, suppressing a mild shudder.

Mom’s smile was tinged with regret. “Maybe it’s too late to start over with you, Linnea, but there must be other–” The pair of us stopped dead in our tracks and gaped.

“I — am — not — your — boyfriend!” Daddy shouted. He punctuated every word with a pile driver thrust of his cock into Michael’s ass. As we watched, another water glass toppled and rolled off the table. Stacey sat calmly at the head of the table, capturing it all on my phone. “Fucking homo! You’ve destroyed my family!”

“Hypocrite!” Mom screamed, freezing everybody. “I see the reports of your sluttish behavior are not overblown, after all,” she added with a biting sarcasm I’d never heard from her.

Daddy looked confused, which was new. He opened his mouth, but no words came.

“I certainly see no reason we should not grant Linnea’s request for her trust money,” Mom continued in a calmer, if no less determined, tone of voice.

Stacey smiled approvingly and I collapsed in a wave of ecstasy.

“Absolutely not!” barked Daddy, barely audible through the roaring in my ears. Michael moaned, too, I think.

In contrast, every word Stacey spoke reverberated through my being, urging me to crawl faster to my rightful place between her legs. “I think you’ll change your mind, unless you want this video to go viral,” she threatened. “Linnea’s been such a good girl; surely you won’t deny her her due?”

Thoughts of the rest of them already had fled my mind. I looked up at my beautiful Stacey, filled to bursting by the sound of her luscious voice. A tiny nod was all the permission I needed to thrust my head under her dress and worship at the fount of her womanhood. I felt light-headed, suffocated between her thighs, but I was exactly where I wanted to be.

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A young man and his buddies come up with a sure fire way to make a Halloween party extra interesting… and get their girlfriends naked at the same time. But be careful messing with magic, especially at Halloween. And be very, very careful what you ask for, you just might get it.

Chloe takes over her school with her mind-controlling panties.

The Futa’s Mind-Controlling Panties

Chapter Eighteen: Naughty Futa Dominates Her School

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Chloe Quick

“My pussy is ready for your dirty dick, Chloe!” Wendy said before me.

I grinned at the sight of her perching on a desk, naked and spreading her thighs. She was a petite brunette with small and perky boobs. That made her like me. A member of the A Cup Titty Squad. She had a brown bush dripping with jizz. Some guy had nutted in her.

Now she would get a futa’s dick in her.

I advanced on her, my cock dirty from my girlfriend’s ass. Naughty Stacey was heading into the rest of the students to find a pair of girls to lick her holes clean. My futa-professor and I had just double-fucked Stacey, giving her so much pleasure. My girlfriend deserved all the wonderful delights she could experience.

“Boys!” I shouted. “Not a single one of you better touch my Stacey. Girls only with her. She’s a lesbian!”

“That’s right!” Stacey said. “Ooh, but you could lick my pussy clean of Ms. Escamilla’s cum!”

“Yes!” a girl moaned.

I smiled, glad my Stacey was getting taken care of. Excitement rippled through me as I moved up on Wendy. Her eyes shone with joy. She grabbed my dirty futa-dick and pulled me to her pussy. My blonde hair swayed. I groaned as my eighteen-year-old girl-cock nuzzled into her nineteen-year-old twat.

“This will be my third cock ever,” Wendy moaned. “Mmm, you’re just as big as Ms. Escamilla’s cock. That’s so awesome.”

“Yes, it is,” I said as the cutie rubbed me up and down her pussy lips, her brown bush tickling the sides of my cock. My balls grew tighter as they swung beneath me. “Ooh, I’m going to fuck you hard while Ms. Escamilla pounds my cunt.”

“Yes,” breathed my Hispanic professor. I was so glad I’d made her into a futa. She pressed her girl-cock against my furred muff from behind. Her large tits piled into my back, her nipples rubbing across my shoulders. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, mi amor.”

I shuddered at the Spanish term of endearment. “We’re going to rule this college, Ms. Escamilla. Just fucking all the bitches!”

“Yes!” she moaned and thrust.

Her girl-dick slammed into my pussy. I hadn’t had a cock in me all day. I gasped as that hard shaft spread open my naughty twat. My teacher’s long and thick girl-cock speared to the hilt in me. Her balls smacked into the back of my own. The force of her plunge thrust me forward.

My dirty futa-cock buried into Wendy’s cum-filled snatch. The girl gasped. Her eyes widened with pure delight. She shuddered, her pussy squeezing around my cock penetrating into her. She whimpered and squirmed on her desk, stirring her snatch around my futa-dick. The heat rushed through my body. It was intense. Amazing.

“Oh, my god, yes!” I moaned, my pussy clenching down on Ms. Escamilla’s girl-cock while my futa-dick throbbed in Wendy’s cunt. “We’re going to rule this college!”

“¡Hijo de perra!” howled the Hispanic futa-professor. She drew back her dick. “I’ll find every virgin girl and make sure you deflower them yourself, Chloe!”

“She deflowered me,” Wendy moaned. “Ooh, it was the best, Chloe. You’ll make all those girls feel amazing.”

“Miss Chloe!” I moaned. “Call me Miss Chloe. You’re not my girlfriend.”

“I’m not! Stacey is so lucky to be yours.”

“I am!” Stacey moaned nearby, her voice so throaty.

I glanced at her and smiled. She had two girls licking her. One lapped at her pussy and the other at her butthole. Her brown pigtails swayed about her cute face. Her A-cup titties barely jiggled. She was so sexy. I couldn’t wait to take her home with me. We would fuck my mom together. Mildred. We’d watch my dad fuck my older sister and aunt.

It would be so hot.

I thrust away at Wendy’s cunt, pumping my dirty dick in and out of her tight and juicy twat. I loved how she gripped me. The way she squeezed about me. Her pussy clenched about me. She held me tight as I plowed into her. I fucked her hard, pumping away at her. She whimpered and moaned, her body twitching as her hot and juicy cunt gripped my dick.

At the same time, Ms. Escamilla’s girl-cock plowed into my pussy. That thick dick buried into me over and over again. Her balls sacked into the back of my nutsack. I shuddered, loving the feel of her pounding me. Her big breasts massaged my shoulder blades while her hands found my titties.

She kneaded them. Massaged them. Pinched my nipples.

“Ms. Escamilla!” I howled.

“Mmm, you like that, don’t you?” she purred. “You like taking my big dick in your tight pussy.”

“Yes!” I moaned, my body shuddering in her embrace.

My pussy drank in the friction of her thrusting futa-dick while my girl-cock savored the tight, buffing massage of Wendy’s pussy. Her cum-filled twat squeezed about my shaft plunging over and over into her sloppy depths. She polished my dick, cleaning off my cutie’s asshole.

Her face twisted in rapture as she leaned back on her desk. Her pussy squeezed around my shaft, sending bliss shooting down my girl-cock to my aching balls. My twat drank in the heat and mixed it with the friction sparked by the hard plunges of Ms. Escamilla’s shaft.

“Oh, that’s so good!” I moaned, my nipples throbbing as Ms. Escamilla twisted them. “You’re amazing.”

“¡Mierda!” gasped the futa-teacher as she pounded my cunt. “Your pussy, Chloe, is amazing!”

“So is her cock!” Wendy’s cunt squeezed down on my futa-dick. “I’m going to explode on her.”

“Good!” moaned Ms. Escamilla. “I’m going to flood her pussy.”

“Yes!” I hissed.

I would cum so hard. I would have such a huge explosion of rapture. I groaned, swaying, my hips wiggling from side to side. My orgasm would burst through me. I would have such a powerful climax. Just detonate.

It would be amazing. I groaned, my snatch squeezing around that wonderful shaft plunging into me. I got fucked hard. Fast. Ms. Escamilla’s girl-dick plundering my cunt slammed my futa-cock into Wendy’s juicy pussy.

The ache grew at the tip of my cock. My girl-balls swelled with jizz as they smacked into Wendy’s taint. The girl moaned, her head leaning back. Her small titties thrust at me. I grabbed them, twisting her nipples the way Ms. Escamilla twisted mine.

Wendy’s cunt clamped down on my girl-dick.

I erupted.

“Ms. Escamilla! Wendy!” I howled as my cum fired out of my futa-dick. My pussy went wild around the futa-professor’s dick.

“Yes, yes, yes, Miss Chloe!” gasped Wendy, her pussy spasming around my dick. She joined me in ecstasy. “You’re cumming in me. That’s amazing!”

“It is!” Ms. Escamilla moaned, plunging her girl-dick in and out of my writhing cunt. “¡Mi amor! ¡Si!”

She buried her girl-dick into my convulsing snatch and erupted. Her cum jetted into my pussy while my futa-spunk fired hard into Wendy’s writhing twat. The dual pleasures raced through me. I groaned, stars bursting across my eyes. This wonderful and heady pleasure rushed through me.

I quivered there, my entire body trembling in delight. My pussy milked out Ms. Escamilla’s cum while Wendy’s twat worked out the last of my spunk. The heady rush surged to the pinnacle in me. I hit the limits of rapture.

“Oh, god, yes!” I moaned. “Ms. Escamilla.”

“Ooh, my sexy Chloe,” she groaned. “I love you. I love you so much.”

“I know,” I purred, my pussy squeezing down on her girl-dick. She twisted my nipples. “Ready to take over the college.”

“Yes!” she moaned. “How?”

I grinned. “Where are my panties?”

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Mildred Dean

Dr. Radha kissed me with hunger as I slammed my girl-dick into my gynecologist’s pussy. She lay on the exam table that her patient, Samantha, had left vacated. I’d sent that sexy MILF home to her husband to fuck his brains out.

Samantha had been a good fuck. Why shouldn’t her husband get a taste of more of her pussy? It sent such a wicked shudder through me just thinking about it. My pussy clenched, the heat rushing through me as I slid my girl-cock into Dr. Radha’s cunt.

“I’ve wanted this so long,” I moaned to my sexy and swarthy Gynecologist. “To be in your pussy.”

“Ooh, Mildred, this is wonderful,” she gasped.

“I know,” I panted, more and more of her silky pussy engulfed my girl-cock. The exam bed creaked beneath us. “Now it’s my speculum sliding into your pussy. My futa-speculum.”

“You’re spreading me so open!” she gasped, her fingernails clawing at my back.

In the background, Kyra was getting devoured by the two nurses. She had Deanna licking her asshole and the Arabic Amina licking her cunt. Kyra was having so much fun. I had made my best friend into my lesbian girlfriend.

I loved my mind-controlling panties. P was amazing for giving them to me.

I bottomed out in my gynecologist’s pussy. I savored being buried to the hilt in her. That wonderful cunt squeezed about me. She gripped me with all her wild passion. Her cunt squeezed down around me as she squirmed, our breasts rubbing together.

I kissed her with hunger as I drew back. I made out with the sexy woman. Her pussy clung to me. That wild heat surged around my cock. My balls ached, full of all the cum I would pump into Dr. Radha’s pussy.

And we weren’t using safe sex.

She always lectured me about the importance of not just the pill, but condoms. However, this felt so much better. This was amazing to enjoy. That wonderful sensation of her pussy squeezing around my dick. That hot cunt gripping me as I pumped away at her.

My balls cracked into her taint. They smacked heavily into her. I groaned with every impact. I loved the naughty sounds my balls made as they crashed into her. It was an amazing delight. Just a privilege to enjoy. I was so glad I could savor every moment of fucking her. I reveled in every hard plunge into this juicy cunt.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Kyra moaned. “Oh, that’s good. That’s amazing. Lick my pussy and asshole! Ooh, you naughty nurses!”

I broke the kiss and glanced at my girlfriend. Her short, brown hair swayed about her flushed face. Her round breasts jiggled. She grinned at me, her hazel eyes brimming with all the passion that she was experiencing.

All the delights of having her cunt and asshole eaten out by those sexy nurses. I loved what my panties had wrought here. I pumped harder and harder into Dr. Radha’s pussy. I slammed into her cunt, my dick drinking in all the pleasure.

“Oh, yes, yes, Mildred!” Dr. Radha moaned. “Oh, yes, that’s good. Your dick… Your futa-dick feels amazing in my pussy. I’m going to cum. Just explode.”

“Good!” I panted and turned back to the doctor. “Mmm, that’s what I want. I want you to just detonate. That will be so hot. You’re going to have such a huge orgasm, aren’t you?”

She nodded, her eyes wild and glassy. She quivered. “Yes!”

“I’m going to flood you with all my cum!” I panted, pumping harder. Faster. “Just spurt all that jizz into you. Mmm, you’re going to love it. I might even breed you.”

“That would be amazing!” moaned Dr. Radha. “Just the best.”

Her pussy clenched down on my girl-dick. The heat rushed through my body. I shuddered and groaned, my twat getting so juicy as I pumped away at her. I fucked her hard, my balls smacking into her.

“You want me to breed you, don’t you?” I hissed.

“I do!” she moaned. “I’m ready to have a baby! Yours! I’ve been thinking about it for so long, and now you’re here. You’re perfect!”

“I am!” Joy surged through me as I pumped away.

I fucked into her hard. Fast. I buried to the hilt in her again and again. I fucked her with passion. I buried my girl-dick to the hilt in her. I plowed into her with hard strokes. I held nothing back. Nothing.

It was intense. Amazing. Just the best delight in the world. I groaned, my heart thundering in my chest as I buried into her. I fucked her hard and fast. Her pussy clenched around my girl-dick, massaging me. The pressure built and built in my nuts. At the tip of my girl-dick.

“Ooh, you’re going to make me cum!” moaned my girlfriend. “Deanna, you nasty slut, get that tongue in my asshole. Yes, yes, just like that. That’s perfect.”

It sounded perfect. My excitement rose through me as I listened to the wicked sounds they made. I groaned, thrusting harder and faster into Dr. Radha’s cunt. My balls smacked against her taint. The spanking sound echoed through the air. It rippled around us.

The exam table creaked beneath her as she humped back into me. Our breasts rubbed together. Nipples caressed. That spark flared down to my cunt. My pussy tightened. I was so close to that moment of eruption.

“Breed me!” Dr. Radha gasped as I buried to the hilt in her.

Her pussy went wild.

I gasped as her hot cunt worshiped my cock. That wonderful sheath celebrated my dick. The heat rushed through me. I drew back, her twat sucking at me. The Indian beauty’s hot pussy brought me closer and closer to erupting.

“I want your baby, Mildred! Your baby!”

“Give her your baby!” moaned Kyra. “Then give me one, too. I want your baby!”

“Yes!” I howled and buried into my gynecologist’s cunt.

I fired my baby-making spunk into her depths. I pumped her full of my jizz. The pleasure rushed through me. The heady heat that sloshed through me. It was amazing. Fantastic. I loved every moment of it. I quivered and groaned, my futa-dick spurting again and again into her snatch. I flooded her. I pumped her full of all my wonderful spunk.

My pussy added waves of rapture to the ecstasy firing from my cock. I trembled atop Dr. Radha as the dual pleasures melted my mind. They were fantastic. Just what I needed to experience. I quivered there, my heart pounding so fast.

“Oh, yes, yes, I hope you bred her,” Kyra moaned, her voice sounding so throaty.

“Mmm, me, too,” I said. Then I smiled at my girlfriend. “Now, we have a naughty paper girl to track down, don’t we.”

“Yes!” Kyra shuddered on the two nurses’ mouths. “I want to have that Janette kneeling before me and worshiping me like Deanna.”

I pulled out of Dr. Radha. “Then what are we waiting on.” I rolled off the bed. “Let’s go.”

“Yes!” Kyra moaned.

I looked back at Dr. Radha. “And you… I’ll breed you. In the meantime, I want you and your nurses to try to seduce every woman you can. Let me know whenever you make a woman cum on the stirrups during your exams. If it’s just routine visit, go for it.”

“Yes, Mildred,” panted Dr. Radha. “Mmm, Nurse Amina, I need you to attend to my pussy. It’s leaking cum.”

“Yes, Doctor,” the Arabic nurse moaned. I hadn’t fucked her, yet. She would be a treat for the future.

After we dressed, I hooked my arm with Kyra’s. My panties in hand, the pair of us headed out to discover what sort of fun we could get into.

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Chloe Quick

“Okay, it’s real simple,” I told Wendy as I handed her my panties. “You give my panties to one person and then after they sniff it, order them to give it to one person and then come straight to the auditorium. They have to keep giving it to one person here at the college until they can’t find anyone else. That person then has to come to the auditorium, too. Tell them Chloe Quick is waiting to be worshiped. Have them pass down that message.”

“Yes, Miss Chloe,” Wendy said, her eyes bright. She was naked, but I didn’t care.

“I’ll do it, Ms. Escamilla,” another girl, this one named Terra, said. She had a big smile on her face.

“I know you will, mi amor,” the futa-teacher said. I smiled at that. Ms. Escamilla kissed her student on the mouth while I sent out the text message.

“Okay,” I said. “Rest of you, let’s go.” I hooked Stacey’s arm as the two schoolgirls scurried out with our panties. It was the best way, really, to put the college under our power.

With Ms. Escamilla on my right and Stacey clinging to my left arm, I marched out of the classroom and down the hall. I was naked and didn’t care. My futa-cock bobbed before me. The class followed after, just as naked. The girls were all dripping in cum. The guys all had dicks wet with pussy or spit.

Things had gotten hot.

We moved through the halls, passing the classes that were in session. It was still a half-hour before lunch. No one spotted us. As we rounded the corner, my sex slave appeared. Kendall smiled at the sight of us and rushed to us, the Black girl looking so sexy. She was a year older than me, nineteen, but with small titties.

“Miss Chloe,” she said, taking her place on Stacey’s other side. “Mmm, so how is Ms. Escamilla liking your gift?”

“I love it,” the professor said.

“She loves it,” I told Kendall. She lived next door to me. Her, her mother, and Mrs. Solomon were all mine. The first women I’d dominated with my panties. I’d even made Mrs. Solomon and Kendall’s mother fall in love on accident.

They would be getting married just as soon as they could get all the paperwork sorted out. Maybe even today. That would be neat. I loved my power. My futa-cock throbbed before me as we neared the auditorium.

“Well, twerp, what have you done,” my older sister, Bryana, said.

“Twerp!” gasped Ms. Escamilla.

“It’s fine,” I said. “Just her nickname for me.”

Bryana winked at me. She waited out by the auditorium’s entrance. She had her phone in hand. “Your text didn’t mention this. Just that I would have fun. Mmm, are those guys for me to fuck. Some of them are cute.”

“What about Dad?” I asked her.

“Dad’s not here. We’re not exclusive. I still have a boyfriend. Mmm, hey Lance.”

“Bryana,” Lance rumbled. He was a tall, Black guy from Ms. Escamilla’s class and definitely not Bryana’s boyfriend. “You need this.” He shook an ebony cock at her.

“That’s not as big as mine,” I said.

“No, but you don’t have muscles like him,” Bryana said. “Are you going to let me play with him, Twerp?”

“Fine,” I said. “You’re such a slut.”

“Look at you, getting all cocky,” my sister said. She was the only person at my college I couldn’t control. Mildred got her, which was fine. Mildred was awesome.

“Well, look at my cock,” I said, shaking it at her. “How can I not be cocky?”

“Mmm, yes,” purred Kendall.

My sister pushed Lance down on a seat and then started stripping naked. She bared her round breasts and that tattoo of a black heart she had on her left hip. It was such a cool tattoo. I could never stay mad at my big sister. She was just too awesome.

She impaled herself down his cock, her dyed-red hair swaying. She wore it short with a fade buzzed into the side of her head. Lance groaned, his ebony hands cupping my sister’s ass. She worked her pussy up and down him, her moans echoing through the large auditorium.

I kept sauntering to the front where the stage and its podium lay. There were chairs back behind it for important people to sit on during assemblies. Sometimes guest speakers who would give presentations or just people who were watching.

“Okay, you guys, hang out in the seats,” I said to the students. “Stacey, Ms. Escamilla, and Kendall, let’s go on stage. Stacey and Ms. Escamilla, choose someone to pleasure you.”

“And me, Miss Chloe?” Kendall asked as she stripped naked. I hadn’t told her to do that, but it was hot seeing her chocolate-brown tits popping into view.

“You’re going to be busy sucking my futa-cock,” I said as I climbed onto the stage. I winced as my dick caught the top. Then I popped up and over. I shuddered, my girl-dick waving before me. The others scrambled up with me.

“Greta,” Stacey chose once she had made it up.

I smiled at the blonde girl that hopped to her feet and rushed to climb up on stage. My girlfriend had great taste in sluts. I grabbed a chair and dragged it up to the edge of the stage, flashing Stacey a big grin.

“Nice,” I whispered as we passed.

“Thanks, she’s so cute,” she said. “I think I like blondes. A lot.”

“I wonder why,” I said playfully.

“No idea,” Stacey shot back. “It’s a big mystery.”

I laughed and sank down onto my seat, my blonde tresses swaying around my face. The moment I did, Kendall fell to her knees and sucked my girl-dick into her mouth. She nursed on me with hunger, bobbing her mouth with passion.

My toes curled as she sucked. My naughty slave had such a delicious mouth. I ran my hand through her woolly, black hair, reveling in the feel of her working her mouth up and down my cock. She would have me cumming so hard.

I would just be spurting all my jizz into her mouth. That would be so exciting. I couldn’t wait to drown her in my spunk. I hummed in delight as she worked her mouth up and down my big and throbbing dick. She teased me. The pleasure rushed through my body. My eyes squeezed shut.

Then she jammed her fingers into my twat.

Stacey moved her chair beside mine, sat down on it, and spread her thighs. She threw her left leg over my right. I turned my head and kissed her as Greta fell to her knees to pleasure my sexy girlfriend. Stacey moaned into the kiss as Greta went to town on her cunt.

“Yes, yes, yes, Shawna,” moaned Ms. Escamilla.

I broke the kiss with Stacey to look to my other side. Ms. Escamilla had chosen the Black girl in her class to please her. I smiled, watching my Latina futa-proffessor shiver as the ebony-skinned beauty bobbed her head, nursing hard. It was such a delight to watch.

“Ooh, yes, yes, Greta,” gasped Stacey. “Get that tongue in my pussy. You have to worship me because I’m dating Chloe Quick!”

“Yes, she does,” I said.

I surveyed the mostly empty auditorium. The entire student body, faculty included, could fit in here. Bryana was way in the back as she savored riding Lance’s cock. She rode him fast and hard as my girl-dick throbbed in my Kendall’s mouth.

Then the door opened and a guy walked in. He looked a little surprised. Behind him came a girl. Then another girl. A guy. I shuddered as a stream of students poured in. Then a professor. They were all under our mind-control powers.

“Take a seat!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the halls. “You can have all the sex you want. Doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, yes, all the sex you want!” Ms. Escamilla gasped. “Listen to Chloe Quick.”

“That’s me!” I shouted.

My futa-dick throbbed and ached as the students would pour in. Sometimes it was a veritable flood that would then slow to a trickle before ramping up again. Wendy and Terra had returned, joining their classmates upfront. Out there in the campus, my panties and Ms. Escamilla’s were being passed from student to student to staff to student.

A janitor walked in. Then the dean of students. As Kendall sucked my dick, I kept barking orders. The newcomers kept sitting down and started having sex. Horny students attacked one another. Guys and girls were gasping and moaning.

I spotted my sister mounting a new guy. Was that her boyfriend? No idea. She was having fun. Other girls were sucking dicks or working their cunts up and down hard cocks. It was so amazing to watch. My dick ached and throbbed in Kendall’s mouth. Her digits reamed in and out of my cunt.

When a quarter of the auditorium was full, I came.

I gasped and bucked, pumping my cum over and over into Kendall’s mouth. My pussy convulsed around her fingers plundering into my cunt. My balls emptied my futa-spunk into her hungry maw. She gulped it down.

“Yes!” I gasped out, my moans echoing with the other gasps of passion. “Oh, my god, yes!”

“Ooh, Chloe!” Stacey moaned beside me, her leg twitching on mine. “Greta’s making me feel so good.”

“Then cum on her mouth. Just drown her in all that wonderful jizz. I know you’ll shower her in it.”

“Yes!” she moaned. “I will. I’ll shower her in so much of my cream!”

My girlfriend gasped and bucked beside me. Her chair creaked. I kissed her while pumping the last of my cum into Kendall’s mouth. She kept sucking me as I ran dry. I shivered, my futa-dick aching and throbbing.

“Shawna!” gasped Ms. Escamilla. “¡Hijo de perra! That’s good. You’re amazing. Ooh, you newcomers keep sitting down. Have fun.”

The sounds of passion echoed through the auditorium. Mr. Brenton fucked a girl in the ass right in the front row, his hairy butt clenching as he pounded her. On the other side, Mrs. Kettlesmith was fucked doggy style as she knelt on the chairs, taking one boy’s dick in her cunt while she sucked on another with hunger.

I smiled at all these delights, my futa-dick throbbing in Kendall’s naughty mouth. She knew just how to suck to make me feel amazing. I came closer and closer to cumming. I would have such a huge orgasm. I built and built to it.

“Greta!” Stacey gasped, beating me to the next orgasm.

“Kendall!” I moaned, the room about two-thirds full.

More people came in. More sex erupted. Mr. Reynolds, the gym teacher, had two girls sucking on his dick. Ricky Franklin fucked his twin sister Shelly in the cunt. My sister had found her third or fourth guy to fuck, working her pussy up and down his cock while she sucked on another.

“This is amazing!” I moaned, staring out at all the passion I had created. This was my college now.

“¡Si!” gasped Ms. Escamilla. “Drink all my girl-cum, Shawna. You wonderful slut!”

The rate of students filtering in started to slow. I shivered and saw the last few stragglers coming in. There was no one for ten minutes of gasping and moaning. It had been a half-hour or longer since we arrived, Kendall still sucking on my dick.

Then a janitor entered holding a pair of black panties. Following him was a senior girl, her hair bouncing around her shoulders. She had big tits in a halter top. She held my schoolgirl panties in her hand.

“Right up here!” I said, my dick throbbing in Kendall’s mouth. “Throw them up here, slut, and then blow that janitor.”

She tossed my panties to me, spun around, and began fishing out the janitor’s cock from his jumpsuit. She had to yank that zipper down, but she got it. I clutched my panties and shuddered as the girl swallowed his dick and sucked on him like a slut.

It was beautiful.

“Okay, slut, stop sucking,” I told Kendall. “I know, you want all my yummy cum, but we have announcements to make. You, too, Ms. Escamilla.”

“Right, right,” she said, her face flushed. Shawna slid her mouth off Ms. Escamilla’s golden brown dick.

Together, my futa-professor and I headed up to the podium. She knew how to turn on the microphone. After I whispered her instructions to her, I said, “Everyone, listen up.” My voice boomed through the auditorium. “You can keep fucking, but pay attention.”

Most people stopped as I stepped aside and let Ms. Escamilla have the mic. Half the people in here were under her powers. If they didn’t know I was Chloe Quick, they wouldn’t know to obey me. I couldn’t have that.

“Well, look at you all,” Ms. Escamilla said. “We’re having fun at college today.”

A cheer roared through the auditorium, many of the guys the loudest.

“That’s right,” she said. “Now, this sexy, young cutie beside me is Chloe Quick. You will all obey her and love her. She’s in control of the college. Stacey Goode is her girlfriend and is off-limits to you boys along with Kendall Lyon, her sex slave. Bryana, her older sister, you boys can fuck to your heart’s content.”

“They are!” shouted from the back.

I smiled at my sister.

“Now, I’m giving it over to Miss Chloe,” Ms. Escamilla said as she slid to the side. “Listen to her.”

Cheers and whoops echoed through the auditorium as I stepped up. My futa-cock thrust into the cavity in the podium. I bet I could have had Stacey or Kendall kneeling in there and sucking on my girl-dick. Well, next time.

“I am Chloe Quick!” I said. “Servant of the awesome Mildred and ruler of this college. You are all mine, and that is amazing. We’re going to have so much fun. Cheerleaders are going to cheer naked. They’re also going to service all the sports teams. If there’s an athlete with a hardon, they’re going to be gobbling it.”

A great roar ran through the auditorium.

“Professors and staff, if you think a student is naughty, spank their butts! Rulers. Bare-handed. With your belt. I don’t care. Then fuck them or make them eat your pussy. Your choice. Students, have sex. Lots and lots of sex. That’s what makes being young great. Girls, I want you bred. I want you pregnant. I want you fucked by so many guys you don’t know who the father will be. We’ll have DNA tests at the end of the year. We’ll see which guy, or futa, is the winner!”

More roars from the guys. The girls were clapping too.

“So get off that birth control,” I added. “No more taking the pills or making the guys wrap up. If you’re a girl and a virgin, though, you need to see me first. You don’t get to give that cherry to anyone but me.” I grinned. “In fact, virgins, start lining up for me to pop those cherry cunts right now on stage! Stacey, you got them.”

“I will, honey!”

“Isn’t she cute?” I asked.

“YES!” roared back at me.

I smiled as the virgin girls started coming on down. Many of them were in my year, eighteen-year-old cuties, but some sophomores, juniors, and even one senior girl rushed down. I shuddered in delight as they came closer, my girl-dick aching and throbbing. Stacey got them queued up as the rest of the auditorium broke out into an orgy.

It was beautiful.

“Chloe, this is Cindy,” Stacey said, bringing me a black-haired girl who wore only a bra and her skirt. “She’s nineteen and needs her cherry popped.”

“On your hands and knees,” I said, gripping my mind-control panties. My lust throbbed through me. “You’re going to get fucked hard.”

Cindy stared at me with such joy in her eyes as she turned around and did just that. I smiled from ear to ear, my girl-dick aching and throbbing. This year was going to be fantastic. I couldn’t wait for all the fun I would have.

I fell to my knees, so eager to fuck Cindy and pop her cherry. I pressed my girl-dick right into the nineteen-year-old virgin’s black-furred muff. A shiver ran through me. My girl-cock throbbed with such excitement.

My second cherry.

Chloe was moving to the other girls in line, talking to them. They looked like a dozen more girls all needing to be deflowered. The orgy in the auditorium echoed around us. Ms. Escamilla went out to join them as I pushed on Cindy’s hymen.

I thrust hard.

Her cherry stretched and stretched and popped.

She squealed as I rammed past her maidenhead and into her untouched pussy’s depths. I groaned at the wonderful feel of her deflowered twat squeezing about me. She was so tight. So hot and amazing. My pussy clenched as I sank inch after inch of my futa-dick into her pussy, my girl-balls aching.

Then I bottomed out in her. I had every inch of my girl-cock buried to the hilt in her. It was incredible. I groaned, so glad that I could do this to her. That I could fuck this cutie hard. I shuddered, my dick throbbing in her pussy’s depths.

I drew back. Her cunt clenched around me. She gripped me with passion. She held me tight. I shuddered, my cunt on fire. Then I rammed back to the hilt in her. I buried deep and hard into her cunt. I slammed all the way in her.

“Chloe Quick!” Cindy gasped, her black hair flying. “Oh, my god. Your cock is huge. I didn’t know my pussy could stretch so much. I didn’t know I could feel this good.”

“Right?” I asked. I looked up at the other virgins all waiting their turn. “This is going to be you, cuties, pretty soon.”

They all squirmed. Then Stacey said something to the lead one, a girl named Gina. She fell to her knees and buried her face into Stacey’s pussy. My girlfriend moaned her delight, grinding her cunt on the virgin’s mouth.

I grinned at her as I fucked Cindy’s once-pure cunt. My big futa-cock had defiled her. I took away her innocence and replaced it with whorish lust. I hoped she would be pregnant with my child by the end of the school year. That every girl would be pregnant with my futa-babies.

There would be a huge baby boom.

I thrust away hard and fast at that tight and delicious pussy. Cindy moaned, her hips starting to move. She wiggled them and gasped as she explored these new delights. I reveled in them, too, so glad to experience them with her.

She whimpered and moaned, her cunt clenching about my girl-dick. I loved every second of it. Every last minute of those wonderful delights bursting through my body. I slammed my girl-dick to the hilt in her.

“Ooh, I’m going to cum so hard in you!” I moaned, my balls smacking into her bush. They swung heavily with my girl-cum.

“Yes, Chloe!” she gasped, her pussy squeezing about my futa-girth. “I’m going to have such a huge orgasm, too. This is way, way, waaaaay better than masturbation!”

“Right!” I gasped, my hands holding her hips as I pumped away at her.

I fucked into her cunt hard. Fast. The ache swelled and swelled at the tip of my girl-dick. I couldn’t hold back much longer. I would be jetting all my cum into her. Just firing all that spunk into her depths. She moaned, squeezing her snatch around me.

I slammed into her, almost there. My dick ached and throbbed. I pulled back, sliding through her silky depths. My pussy clenched, savoring the pleasure flowing down my dick. As I thrust back into her, she gasped.

Her pussy writhed around me.

“Yes!” she howled.

The formerly virginal cunt went wild around my girl-cock. I gasped, my dick throbbing in her depths. I threw back my head and I cried out in rapture. My futa-cum erupted from my balls and fired into her twat. Spurt after spurt of cum pumped into her depths. Her snatch rippled around me, sucking at me.

“Oh, my god, yes!” I howled.

“Go, Chloe, go!” Stacey moaned, grinding on Gina’s mouth. “Ooh, you’re going to get fucked next, Gina!”

“Yes!” I cried out, pumping load after load of cum into Cindy’s pussy.

The pleasure rushed through my body. It slammed into my mind. My pussy convulsed, juices flooding down my thighs. The heady rush swept over me. I groaned, dizzy from the wonderful bliss that gushed through my body. My mind burst with the dual delights.

I swayed in the heaven of schoolgirl pussy.

And I had more virgins to deflower. I grinned in utter delight.

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Mildred Dean

“Thank you for giving me her address,” I said to the newspaper supplier. “We really need to talk to Janette about her job performance.”

“No problem,” the greasy man said. He stared at me with adoration in his eyes. “Is there anything else you need?”

“Yes, for you to never hit on another woman again. We can’t have you breeding.”

“Right, right,” he said, nodding.

Kyra burst into laughter as we whirled and sauntered naked out of his office. I didn’t mind going nude. I had nothing to be afraid of when I clutched my mind-control panties. The cop who had noticed us walking naked from my car was still staring at the wall repeating, “I won’t tell Mildred Dean what to do,” over and over. He had to do it a thousand times.

I climbed into my car and put in Janette’s address into my phone’s GPS. Kyra was beside me, a happy look on her face. She was so eager to get her second sex slave. I would give my girlfriend as many of them as she wanted.

The sound echoed through my car speakers. Elouise’s picture appeared on my phone. My reverend’s wife was calling. A shiver ran through me. I had given her and her family some wicked commands, turning Elouise into a lesbian and making sure that Reverend Harold Tuft had his nineteen-year-old daughter Christabella to take his wife’s place in the marriage bed.

I hit the button on the steering wheel to answer the phone and said, “Hey, Elouise.”

“Mildred,” she said with such breathy joy. “I did it. I seduced my first woman.”

Kyra gave me a curious look, her lips playing with a grin.

“Wonderful,” I purred. “Someone from your church?”

“Another wife. She came over for tea and I just started complimenting her and touching her and then she had this wicked gleam in her eyes. I knew right then that she had played around with girls.”

I shivered. “Really, who?”

“Donna Lewis.”

My jaw dropped. “She has six kids.”

“And loves pussy as much as cock,” moaned Elouise. “Or so she told me. Her husband has no idea. Oooh, I ate her pussy and then she ate mine. We went at it for two hours before she had to go and get her kids. We’re going to seduce other women at the church together.”

“Wonderful,” I said, my pussy getting wet and my dick throbbing hard. “And how is your husband and Christabella doing?”

“They were fucking for hours last night,” Elouise said. “I didn’t know Harold had such stamina. Luckily, he has Christabella to take care of him. I have no idea how I ever let my husband touch me. It baffles me. Women are just so perfect, but men…”

“I know,” I said. I didn’t have a problem with men, I just didn’t see why any woman found them sexy. “I’m so glad that you’re happy. I hope you and Donna Lewis keep having your fun. Mmm, send me pics the next time you two are going at it.”

“I will,” she moaned. “Ooh, my daughter’s going to be home soon. I want to eat her pussy out before her father gets his dick in her. Then I have to get dinner started.”

“Okay, bye,” I said. I hung up.

“Damn,” Kyra said, glancing at me. “You have such an amazing life.”

“We have an amazing life,” I said as the GPS reactivated. I had to turn us around. I was driving us in the completely wrong direction. “If you want it, it’s yours.”

“Like a fur coat?”

“We can pop into a store right now and get you one,” I said. “We can roll up to Janette’s in style.”

“Yes!” she said. “Ooh, we’re going to pass Elegant Accouterments in a few blocks. They have this silvery minx coat…”

I smiled at her. I was so glad to do this for her. When we showed up to dominate Janette, we would be draped in gorgeous and expensive furs. My pussy clenched and my dick throbbed at the delight that shone on my girlfriend’s face.

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Chloe Quick

I burst into Mildred’s house, classes out for the day. Stacey and Kendall were with me. “Mom! Mom!”

“Why, there’s my little kitten,” said Mom as she strode out of the backroom wearing only an apron. “I am getting a special meal cooked for Mildred and… Hello, Stacey.”

“We’re dating!” I said and threw my arms around Stacey. “I want to pump you full of cum and then have Stacey lick you clean.”

“Well, that sounds perfect,” Mom said as she reached behind her to untie her apron. “The roast is in the oven. It’ll need a few hours to be perfect.”

“Yes!” I said, bouncing for joy. Mom dropped her apron, revealing her big boobs. My girlfriend moaned in delight.

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Athena Pearce

I thrust open the door to the board room of Haige Technology. I smiled as I strolled inside. Every head snapped around to stare at me. My futa-cock throbbed in my pencil skirt as the collection of middle-aged and older men stared at me. Not a single woman.

That had to change.

“Here she is,” said Alexander Haige, the founder and former CEO of Haige Technology. “Gentlemen, I give you Athena Pearce, my replacement.”

“Why are we doing this, Alex?” asked one man with liver spots dotting his balding head. “You’re going to tank the stock prices when this hits. No one will have faith in some random woman you suddenly appoint to run the company.”

That was a good point.

“It’ll be known only in here,” I said. “We’ll give the world time to adjust to the news. Make it look like Mr. Haige is grooming me.”

“That sounds wonderful, Ms. Pearce,” Mr. Haige said, staring at me with such worship in his eyes.

“Ms. Pearce?” a middle-aged man in an Italian suit asked. “Are you high, Alexander? What is going on?”

“The future, gentleman,” I said, striding around them to take my place at the head of the boardroom table. Behind me, my sexy, Japanese secretary, Minako, followed. She held my crotchless panties soaked in my pussy juices. “It’s time for you to vote for me.”

“That is not happening,” said the man with the liver spots. “There is no way that…” His words trailed off. “What is that heavenly scent?” He turned in his chair and breathed in the panties that Minako dangled before him. “Oh, damn, that’s good.”

“What is the meaning of…” The next man trailed off. “That is good. Is that pussy?”

I sat down, smiling.

“What is going on here?” a lean man said. He stood up. “Alexander. Is that a drug and… and…”

The panties walked by him. Hunger crossed his face. He salivated for what Minako paraded around. She was already walking behind me though. The men on the other side were standing up. The one furthest away from Minako rushed to the door.

“Stop him,” I said.

More than half of the men in the room, Mr. Haige included, rushed after the fleeing millionaire. The runner reached the doors and yanked them open only to be grabbed by the others. As he struggled, Minako advanced on him, her hips swaying.

I smiled as the last member of the board fell under my power. I had claimed this powerful company for Mildred Dean. I crossed my legs and hummed in delight as Minako came back to me. The cutie sat down on my lap as the board members retook their seats.

They voted me in with a unanimous, “Aye.”

I would do so much for Mildred. I would give her everything that she craved. She needed. She would want for nothing thanks to me and my efforts. I smiled just thinking about all the wonderful things I would do for her.

I would give her the world.

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The figure smiled.

Power was going to the futas heads. They were all savoring their domination over others. The figure reveled in witnessing their antics. They excited the figure. Watching its magic changing the world was better than any sex.

It chortled as it watched the fun.

To be continued…

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My first story. Criticism welcome. Please enjoy

Chapter 1

Jenn came home from school and closed the door behind her. 16 years old, she was roughly 5’6″ and had lang black hair that grew past her shoulders. She was-by all standards- sexy. Firm flat belly with wide hips, hips which made her ass look amazing (wide and juicy enough to catch attention but not enough to be in a rap video) and a set of 36c breasts that caugh the attention of all the boys at school, not to mention long smooth legs.

She walked up to her room and set all her school stuff down, then went downstairs to relax on the couch. Her sister, Teresa, walked in from the den. “Oh hey, Jenn, I didn’t hear you come in. How was school?” she asked. “School was school, boring and a waste of my time” Jenn replied. “Yea I was pretty bored too, stuck home alone all day and everything. You want something to drink?” Teresa offered.
“Sure, what do we have?”
“I’ll go see”
Teresa walked into the kitchen to look for a drink. She was taller than her sister by three inches, had slightly smaller breasts, 34c, but made up fo them with her ass and legs, which were slightly better than her sister’s. Both girls were hot, and they were competetive with eachother, even though Jenn was 16 and Teresa almost 20. The fact that guys her age sometimes hit on Jenn, even though she was almost 4 years younger, made Theresa envious and often slutty, to try and pull attention away from her younger sister and back to herself.
On top of her envy for her sister, Teresa also had a whole lot of lust. Teresa would always spy on Jenn, and Jenn was none the wiser. She would always come into the bathroom before or after Jenn showered, acting like she needed a razor or a toothbrush. She would always peek through her cracked door and try to get a glimpse of her naked. Sometimes it worked, but most of the time it didn’t. Today would be different though. After giving it much thought and planning, Teresa was going to fuck her sister. Partly to put her back in her place, and partly for the sake of her burning incestful lust.

Smiling to herself, she responded “We’ve got water, milk, orange juice…but since mom’s not here we’ve also got whiskey, rum, beer, wine, vodka, and whatever else she’s got in her book club bar…wanna mix some rum and coke?” She figured the best way to score with her sister would be to get her drunk. “Yea, that sounds fine” replied Jenn, who didn’t have the slightest idea what perversions her sister had planned. Teresa mixed the drinks and called her sister into the kitchen. They sat together at the table and started drinking together and chatting away. Teresa’s plan hit a snag; after the second drink, Jenn didn’t want refills, saying she had studying to do and needed to focuz. Teresa would have to improvise: “Lets go sit on the couch and chat some more, I never get to see you anymore” she pretended to beg. Jenn gave in after some oscar worthy pleading by her older sister and went to sit on the couch. T
They sat there talking and channel surfing, Teresa tried to get “cozy” by leaning her head on her sister’s firm yet soft tit. Jenn shifted a bit, as a way of saying “get off”. Teresa ignored the body language, this time leaning higher on her sister’s chest, closer to her shoulder, and put an arm around her waist to pull her tight, then put her leg over her sister’s, trying to gt into a perverted cuddle. “Teress, get off me, I just wanna relax” teresa lifter her head to look Jenn in the eye. She shifted, put her other arm around her shoulder, and tightened her grip on her younger sister’s waist. She kept looking intently into Jenn’s eyes. Jenn shifted uncomfortably “Teress I’m seri–” that’s all she got out before older sister leaned in and tongue kissed her deeply, rubbing her neck and waist, and grinding against her leg. As soon as the the temporary shock wore off, Jenn broke off the mae out session and looked away. “Teresa what the fuck is wrong with you?” she yelled. Teresa perfectly faked an ashamed look “I’m sorry sis, I don’t know what came over me. I’ve been having feelings lately, like I might be bi….and I was just thinking about how pretty you are, and I wanted to see what it would be like to be with a girl, but I could never ask my friends because I don’t know how they’d react, and then when I had my head on your…on your boob I just felt so hot.” That was an outright lie, Teresa planned all of this. And even though she never did anything sexual with her friends, she could if she wanted to.
Jenn had a look of fear mixed with concern on her face. “Teresa. I’m your sister. I’m sorry you feel that way, but we can’t. It’s not ri–” this time, Teresa was on top of her sister, making out again, but straddling her stomach while doing a grinding motion. her hands were ripping open the shirt from her school uniform as the buttens flew all over the room. She cupped Jenn’s huge meaty tits and carressed them, then squeezed them so hard they turned red-twice. “come on Jenn, come on!” She was working on Jenn’s bra when she was shoved off onto the floor. Jenn stood up, shirt dangling open, and adjusted her bra. “Teresa what the fuck? you have to stop this, I’m not kidding.” Theresa stood up, and again acted confused, pretended to break down into tears. “I need help” Jenn walked over and crouched next to her “It’s ok Teress, I’m sure you just need some counseling or something. Maybe one of ur friends will li–” Jenn choked on her words, Teresa was holding a switchblade to her younger sister’s throat that she had hidden in her back pocket. Jenn was stunned, her eyes were full of pleading and fear, she came out of the trance when Teresa smacker her hard across the face. “We’re doing this whether you like it or not.” Then she added in a sarcastic childish voice “I love you baby sister”. Jenn was trembling, tears dripped from her eyes. “I’ll tell mom” Jenn sobbed. Teresa laughed “If the knife isn’t enough insentive to do what I say, I’ll tell mom you fucked all my guy friends in the same night. Whose she gonna believe: her well mannered Teresa, or her goth wannabe Jenn who hangs out with the wrong crowd” (the part about Teresa’s guy friend’s wasn’t true. In fact, Jenn was a virgin. WAS, until now that is) “I–I can’t believe I’m being raped…by my own sister.” Teresa smiled. “I tried to do it the nice way, baby sister, but now we’re doing this the fun way, and you’re gonna regret not cumming quietly”

Chapter 2

Teresa slapped Jenn several times across the face. Hard. Jenn started crying, the threat of the knife still existant, even if it wasn’t pointed at her throat. Teresa kissed her teardrop, then guided her baby sister’s shirt off. then she cut the bra staps and ripped it off. She gently kissed Jenn on the mouth. That’s where the tenderness ended. She reached down, squeezing her sisters breasts for the first time bare, pinched the nipples, and twisted them as hard as she could, gripping them as tightly as possible. It was something ehr guy friends would to to eachother in a prank-ish fashion, but the sensitivity of her sister’s nipples plus the tremendous force she was gripping, pulling, and twisting them with, made it torture for Jenn, who let out a very loud yell in agony. Teresa pulled Jenn’s nipples so hard, that the younger sibling was pulled off her knees and onto her sister, who rolled them both over, pinning Jenn on her back “Fuck please stop!” she cried. Her plea was answered with another hard slap across the face. She opened her eyes to see Teresa undoing her jeans with a grin on her face. She wasn’t wearing panties, so she just leaned forward, using the jeans between her knees as a way of keeping Jenn’s neck held down, and sat her wet pussy over her younger sister’s face “Eat it, bitch.” Jenn let out more muffled sobs. Teresa tightened her thighs around her sister’s face so she couldn’t breathe: “I’m not loosening until you start licking” Jenn let out a suppressed yell. The vibrations only made Teresa feel pleasure. Reluctantly-VERY reluctantly, Jenn started licking her sister’s pussy. “Harder slut!” she yelled, tightening her leg headlock for effect. When Jenn finally started licking hard enough, Teresa loosened her hold on her, under the condition she keep lickind that hard, fast, and deep. She came a couple times to her younger sister’s mouth work, then decided it was time to have some fun with her body. She lifted herself off her sister’s face “Please let me go! You came more than once, so your done with me, righ-” SMACK. The hard slap insinuated that no, it wasn’t over. “Move and I’ll hit you harder” with that, she licked her sisters face from her neck to her forehead, just for a show of dominance. She braced her right forearm over her sisset’r neck and started sucking/ nibbling Jenn’s amazing tits. After she had her share of fun with Jenn’s tits, she flipped her over and forced three fingers into her tight ass. Jenn scramed, to which Teresa replied “Shut up, I’m sure guys do this to you all the time” “NO” ,Jenn sobbed, “I’m a virgin I swear!”. Teresa froze. No way! She was Jenn’s first? She couldn’t believe it, all the attention she got for being her age and she never took advantage of it? Not once? “A virgin? Aww sis, if I’d have known that I wouldn’t have been so rough on you.” She gave Jenn’s ass a playful smack “We need to make you cum!” Jenn was still shaken up from everyhting Teresa had done to her. She looked out of in as Teresa started carressing her unused pussy. That snapped her out of it pretty quick. Teresa was playing with her in a loving way now, not rough and violent like earlier. Jenn didn’t want it. She was still furious. “oh yes Teress, YES!!” Teresa lifted her head out from Jenn’s crotch “There, see? I knew you’d like it. Now it’s time for me to take that cher-” That’s as much as Teresa got out, after Jenn hit her on the head with a coffe mug. Not strong enough to injure her badly, but she was knocked out. The orgasm was fake. Jenn was furious. Teresa woke up tied to a bed. When her vision cleared, she saw she was in Jenn’s room. Jenn walked in wearing a black corsette with a black thong and high boots-last years halloween costume. She was carrying 2 bottles of vodka, plus the empty rum bottle from earlier.
“Oh your awake! And just in time!”
Teresa was confused “in time for what? Why am I tied up? Why did you hit me psycho bitch ? I thought I was doing you a favor.” Jenn just smiled, the same wicked smile her older sister had earlier before she forced her into sex (though Jenn was technically still a virgin) “Just in time. It’s my turn now” And for Jenn it would be about pleasure, but more importantly, Revenge.

As Jenn takes center stage of the story, one thing is certain, Teresa was in for alot of pain.

To be continued

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