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Red headed mother and daughter join the fold

I leaned over the back of the couch and hugged Julie, “have the girls told you prizes need to be given out if they get all the words right?” I asked, she tilted her head back and grinned, “hell yes, they refused to do the test unless I agreed to give prizes” she laughed, I kissed her, “Anne and I are going to eat, yell if you need help with the prizes”, I chuckled and headed to the kitchen with Anne in tow. We chatted as we ate, and on finishing Anne cleaned up while I made a coffee and took a mug outside, Anne appeared a little later, coffee in hand and stood before with a half smile on her face, “what” I asked. She giggled softly, “ you know, I just realised that I, more or less, just got to experience what your girls did when you fucked them for the first time with that bloody great log!” I grinned, “I guess you could say that,… but… not one of them came before I pushed it in!”, Her eyes went wide and she squealed in indignation, I thought she was going to throw her coffee over me for a moment…she was actually blushing! “Ohh, that was so not fair” she chuckled and stepped forward to kneel on the couch and sit on my lap.

“Serious question now” she said, “how the fuck do you do it?”….”Do what?” I asked. “Well….and don’t think for a minute that I’m judging you….but how the fuck did you manage…in like a week mind you…get, not one but three schoolgirls to let you shove that massive thing into their pussies…and not only that….I can see it in their eyes, they simply fucking adore you?. I grinned at her and laughed, “You already know the answer to that…I chuckled as she frowned… “just ask yourself why, suddenly, after ##### years of having zero interest in cock…that you cum like a train when mine simply touches your pussy!” She squealed and slapped my shoulder, “that is so fucking not fair…or relevant…it was Julie’s pussy that got me hot!” “Aggghhh she gasped”, my cock had been slowly hardening, and had just now pressed onto her cunt. I flexed it… “Gawd…you bastard” she breathed… “Julie is in the lounge, plus four horny young pussies…why are you out here with my nasty old cock wedged against your dripping cunt, the same cunt which I can feel is twitching and drooling over my cock.? I asked her, raising my eyebrows. She opened and closed her mouth a few times but didn’t answer.

“You want it, don’t you”, She shuddered, “ohh god, like you wouldn’t believe” she whispered. “You asked me how I do it, I don’t actively go out there looking for girls and women to fuck, it’s just circumstances, take you for example, if I hadn’t gone into the school the other day to give my details to the principal, got lost and just happened to bump into Cindy who, despite being late for class, was polite enough to take me to the office in person…well, no doubt I would have bumped into you at some point and no doubt become friends…and lived the rest of our lives as friends….instead, circumstances intervened and we find ourselves here at this point where you are about to hop off my lap, kneel up on this couch facing the wall and demand that I fuck you senseless”! Her mouth made like a goldfish again before, with a guttural growl, she leapt back off the couch, kneeled on it beside me, and arched her back… “Gawd fuck me pleeeasse”. I put my cup down and stood behind her, grabbed a big handful of red hair, lodged my knob at her slimy hole and slammed it to the balls as I jerked her head back by the hair. Fuck, it was like trying to stay in the saddle on a bad bronc, she screamed a loud drawn out scream, flexed and bucked against my grip, my knob bumping her cervix, I refused to yield as she quivered and heaved, her cunt walls spasming, rippling up and down my meat, as she began to settle I heard Cindy squealing, “MUUUM” as she burst onto the porch, Julie hot on her heels, “Cindy..STOP” squealed Julie. Cindy may well have got to her mother but for her gangly legs letting her down, she had too much momentum up to turn sharp enough, Julie was able to catch her as she reached the couch, “Its ok Cindy…that’s pleasure not pain” she crooned as she subdued Cindy and held her tight, the girls arriving as well.

“Oh baby…mummie’s ok”, Anne gasped softly, “gaawd that cock feels so fucking good”. I kept my grip on her hair, leaning forward as I ran my other hand over her ass and along her flank, dipping lower to cup a heaving tit, “steady, steady, I crooned into her ear, she mewled, “ohhh…fuck…it’s so fucking deep”. I squeezed her nipple gently, “aaagghh” she breathed as shivers ran through her guts, her cunt clamped on my cock, I straightened slowly, dragging my hand back the way it came and released her hair to grip her hips with both, I slowly dragged my cock back, her cunt rippling softly as I did, Julie had her arms wrapped around Cindy’s midriff from behind, she shuffled forward and kneeled within two feet, and a little behind, of Annes cunt, bringing Cindy down with her. “Oh, look sweetie, doesn’t that look so hot?…Anne gurgled, “hear that sweetie, when the sex is really good, you can’t help making those noises”. I wasn’t surprised to see the girls diddling their wet little pussies with their eyes glued to my shaft. Cindy gasped as her mothers puffy lips bulged from my cockhead. I reversed the stroke and slowly pushed back in to the limit before repeating and gradually increasing speed, Anne making soft growly noises. Julie said, to nobody in particular, “Oooo, look at those gorgeous tits hanging there just begging to be licked and sucked”, Di was quick to catch on, moving to lie on the couch and slide her head under to suck a nipple into her mouth, Anne gasped and mewled. Ally slipped around the other side to join Di in sucking Anne’s spare tit. I heard a moan, Julie was softly caressing one of Cindy’s puffy little nipples. I settled on a steady constant speed of my cock, I could feel Anne’s cunt getting more ‘twitchy’, her moans and gasps becoming more urgent as she began rocking back subtly to meet my thrusts.

I heard Julie say to Cindy, “won’t be long, your mum’s gonna cum so hard”, Anne’s cunt was really starting to squelch and clench as she was thrusting back harder, I picked up the pace, my balls slapping wetly on her tight ass, I reached under her with both hands and dragged my fingertips hard from the edge of her tits and back along her ripped stomach…..”ffuuuuck” she squealed…. Ohhh god….FUCK ME HARD! Grabbing her waist tight, I slammed her cunt hard and fast… OOHHH JEEEEZUSS!…she shuddered and jerked as she came hard. Jerking my cock out with a wet slurp, I sat on the couch, “Tina” I called as I gripped my rod, she squealed and leapt up onto the couch and backed up against my chest, sliding down to impale herself. “AAAGGGGHH”, she groaned as her tight cunt stretched tightly around my invading knob, gripping her tiny waist, I pulled her down slowly all the way onto my cock and held her tight. She flexed and squealed, trying to fuck herself on my thick meat but I held her, Julie crawled over and started softly licking around the edge of her tightly stretched cunt lips, but avoiding her engorged little clit, brushing around the root of my cock as she did. Tina was making gurgling squealing noises… “aaaaggghh fuck, I love your fat cock in me” she squeaked, her cunt rippling around my cock.

I glanced down at Cindy, her mouth agape as she watched her friend drool and shudder on my thick meat. Anne had recovered and slid off the couch to kneel beside me, “Fucking hell!…she’s got the whole damn thing up her cunt”, she reached up to place her hand flat on Tina’s quivering stomach, on her navel, “jeesus, she whispered, “I can feel your cockhead!!…Cindy…come feel this” she gasped. Julie moved aside as Cindy nervously crawled over, Anne took her hand off Tina to take Cindy’s wrist and placed it on Tina’s trembling stomach, covered it with hers and pressed softly. I flexed my cock…”gaaawwd” whispered Cindy, her body shuddered, her fat nipples peaking. I didn’t want to cum just yet, but risked lifting Tina up and down slowly a few inches, my cockhead twitching as I felt Cindy’s hand tremble, holding Tina hard down again, I growled in her ear, “c’mon baby, cream your little cunt all over Uncle Joe’s fat cock”. Anne released her daughter’s hand and slid hers down over her daughter’s back, Tina’s orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer, I watched Anne’s hand disappear over Cindy’s tight little ass, saw her eyes and mouth fly wide open…..”MUUUMMEEE”, she squealed loudly as her body shook and shuddered violently as she orgasmed, from what I guessed was Anne’s finger…or two…plunging into her little girl’s cunt.

I somehow managed to will my cock not to pump a load into Tina’s twitching cunt as her spasms subsided, I wrapped my arms around her chest and hugged her to me until her breathing slowed and my cock calmed somewhat before asking Julie to lift her off me. As Julie lifted her, I watched Cindy’s face, her eyes glued to my meat as it began dragging out of Tina’s gash, gasping as the head popped wetly out, my cock swinging onto my belly with a wet slap. She mewled and spasmed as it popped out, “aaaww, why didn’t you squirt in me? she complained weakly, I chuckled and squeezed her to me, “don’t be greedy you wicked girl”, and smacked her tight little ass, she pouted and climbed off, trailing her fingers along my meat as she stepped off the couch. “Ally sweetie, would you like a turn?….her face broke into a huge smile and took the few steps to me, her swollen vulva looking like a glazed doughnut, “God yeh, please Uncle Joe” she grinned as she climbed up on her knees and hugged herself to me, mashing her delicious fat puffies into my chest. “Cindy dear, would you aim my cock into her pussy please” I asked as Ally was raising her ass up off my lap, Cindy’s eyes bugged and her mouth dropped open, “umm…umm” she squeaked, Anne stood and pulled her up, “I’ll help you sweetie… c’mon” she said, pulling her to us and, taking Cindy’s wrist, guided her hand to my slimy shaft. She trembled as her hand circled my meat, her fingers not able to encircle it completely, squeaking under breath as my cock flexed from her touch.

“Ok honey, let yourself down” Anne instructed Ally, who mewled in anticipation as she lowered her little round ass, she sighed shakily as my spongy head pressed on her cunt, my cock flexed again from the contact… and the vision in my mind of what Cindy was seeing as I lowered Ally’s ass slowly, her hand flexed tighter on my shaft, no doubt from the vision of Allys tight puffy lips opening around my cockhead, the bright pink of her gash parting and stretching over it. Ally’s tight cunt quivered, she gurgled as the head popped into her tunnel, her body spasming softly as it swallowed my thick meat, “gaaawwwd”, I heard Cindy whisper in awe. She gasped and jerked her hand away as Ally’s cunt lips reached it, “good girl” Anne praised, “is that not the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen?” she giggled to Cindy. Ally gurgled and shuddered strongly as she bottomed out, exhaling loudly. “Gawd yeh Ally, fuck him good…make him squirt all his cum in you” urged Di gleefully. Ally fucked my cock with long slow strokes, mewling and gasping has the head rippled along her tight cunt walls, I reached my hands between us and caressed her quivering fat nipples and little mounds, “you watch his big balls sweetie, when you see them pull up tight against his cock you’ll know he’s about to pump her full of cum” Anne told Cindy as she pulled her daughter back against herself and cupped her titties.

I knew I wasn’t going to last long, but was still surprised how quickly my balls began to tighten, my cockhead swelling quickly, but it seemed Ally wasn’t going to be far behind, if at all, as her breath became raspy, and her trembles grew stronger. Her thighs began to shake, so I reached down to cup her ass cheeks to raise and lower her quicker, “ooohhh…. “fuck it in me Uncle Joe…aaggghhh…FUCK mmeeeeeee”, my aching cockhead ballooned in her orgasming cunt as my balls jetted cum deep into her guts. I gave Ally a minute to settle, looked to Anne who had sat back on her ass with Cindy sitting on her lap, her knees up and splayed as her mother was lazily tracing a finger softly back and forth on Cindy’s tight but weeping cleft, her pink clit protruding from the tight cleft. I winked at her and began lifting Ally slowly off my cock, “watch now Cindy” she said, I watched Cindy’s face as I lifted Ally, when my thick flared head popped clear, Cindy’s eyes bugged and her jaw dropped as my thick creamy cum slithered from her cunt, some sliming down my shaft and more dripping from her swollen cunt lips. Anne dragged a finger through Cindy’s tight gash and rubbed her daughter’s clit, plunging her into another orgasm.

I shuffled forward and stood, lifting Ally with me, her legs weakly hooked around my waist, “hmm, I need some tongues to clean my cock so it doesn’t drip on the carpet”, I said, looking to Di and Tina…who eagerly jumped up to comply, “you should help too” Anne said to Cindy….oh god mum, that’s way nasty!”, I chuckled to myself, I could tell there was no conviction in her voice, perhaps just embarrassed because her mother was there. Tina and Di rushed to me without hesitation and began slurping and licking my slimy cock, each taking turns to suck the knob into their mouths, they didn’t seem inclined to stop, “ok… ok…that should be enough girls” I chuckled, “oops, missed some” said Tina and pushed her face up under Ally’s ass to slurp some dribbles leaking from her cunt, she squealed and squirmed, “Aaagghh you cow, it’s a bit tender there!” she admonished. I headed for the door then stopped, “who needs to pee before bed?”, I asked, to be met by a three girl chorus of “meee”. I set Ally down, “ok…out on the grass….standing like I showed Ally” I ordered, turning to switch on the flood lights that shone out from the eaves. “Oh hell, I’ll be in this too” giggled Anne, “c’mon Cindy” she called as she trotted out… “no thanks, I’m good” squeaked Cindy. I stepped over to her and hugged her, “you know, you should, I bet your mum has had to do things she wasn’t keen on to make you happy”.

“Yeh…ok”, she said softly, blushing, and trotted out to her mother who gave her a hug, Ally turned to face the house so the light shone on her twat as the others gathered around as she showed them how to hold their lips apart, a lot of squealing and giggling going on, I looked questioningly to Julie who hadn’t joined them. She chuckled, “I don’t want to show them up….at school, me and a few girls used to have competitions behind an old janitor’s shed down the back…to see who could piss furthest up the wall….I was unbeatable!”. “Hold up girls”, I called, “seems we have a trophy winning pisser here,”. I slapped her ass, “get out there and strut your stuff” I laughed. They gathered around as Julie as she gave some tips then spread out in a line facing me, “count us down” she called. “3 2 1 go!” I called and six streams of piss arced upwards, Julie’s outdistancing the others by a mile….then Di squealed as her finger slipped and piss ran down her legs, soon after the same with Anne, I applauded loudly as the remaining streams faded then stopped, I stepped into the laundry and grabbed a cloth, the girls trotted back, I smiled as I watched Anne and Cindy, arm in arm and laughing… probably been a while since they did crazy shit together I mused, I wiped Anne and Di’s legs and feet. “Oh god, that was fucking hilarious” Anne laughed, I’ll have to get some lessons from Julie! “hmmf, was a piece of cake mum!”, Cindy quipped, giggling and hugging her mother.

We filed in and up the stairs, “better have another shower girls, and brush your teeth” ordered Julie, then turned to Anne, “why don’t you stay the night, Ally’s bed is a 3/4, Cindy can sleep with her, and YOU”, she grabbed Anne’s tight ass, “can sleep with ME….I’m craving some more of that divine pussy!” “mmm, sounds yummy…what about him? giggled Anne, “pfft, don’t worry about him…he won’t be able to get a hard-on for a week after tonight!” Julie giggled. Anne laughed and pulled Julie close and squeezed her tight ass, “I think you could be wrong, least I hope you are…I’m kinda hankering for another taste of that wicked cock at some point!”.. “can’t say I blame you” Julie grinned, “I’ll go get the girls sorted” she said and continued down the hall, Anne and I headed into my shower and turned it on. Anne embraced me tightly, “thank you”, I raised my eyebrows, “I saw you say something to Cindy before she changed her mind about going out onto the lawn…god, its been so long since we did something fun and silly together, it really made tonight special for me”. “I noticed, and no need to thank me, it made me happy too….just a bit of friendly advice, please don’t push her too hard with the ‘fun and games’, she’ll join in when she feels ready…and if she never does, well that’s ok with me too”. “Yeh good point…sorry…god I can’t believe I made her cum on my finger!” I chuckled, “I saw that too…was pretty damn hot though”!

I took the soap and began lathering her up, “I have a question…what did you say to Julie on the couch that made you laugh so hard?”, “Oh, about the orders she gets from down here?”….I nodded, she giggled, “I said its probably the men ordering it for themselves”. We had a laugh then I took the soap and began lathering her up, “god, these titties are to die for…actually all of you is to die for to be honest. She blushed a little, “to be honest, there’s nothing about you that I don’t like, she tapped on my head, especially what’s in here, and in here” she said, putting her hand over my heart, then dropped down to grab my ass and squeezed it…She gasped, my cock was on the rise and bumped her inner thigh, she spread her feet apart so it could continue upwards, she giggled…and you already know what THAT thing does to me!” Julie stuck her head in, “the girls are waiting for kisses…do Di and Tina first, I need to grab something out of the car, wait for me in Ally’s room” she said and ran out. I grabbed Anne’s ass cheeks and pulled them roughly to me, “later”, and kissed her, we dried off and headed into Di and Tina to hug and kiss them goodnight, they both objected strongly when we only kissed their ‘mouth’ lips so we had to repeat on each with ‘proper’ kisses on their tight little twats which amused Anne to no end.

We went to Ally’s room, I to Ally’s side of the bed to sit and lean over her, kissing her softly on the lips just as Julie came back with a little parcel, Anne had just kissed Cindy and sat there. “You better try these on Ally….for school” she said, handing her the package. With a surprised look, Alley took it from her and ripped it open, six pairs of silk panties fell out, Ally squealed and hugged Julie tightly before picking up a pair and pulling them on, she stood in front of the mirror and turned 360, craning her neck to check out how her ass looked in them. The waist sat modestly just above her hips, the legs were maybe three inches long and had elastic in them, just tight enough to cling to her thighs…and yes, they were tight enough to reveal the shape of her ass cheeks. “Ohh god, I love them, thanks so much Uncle Joe, Miss Julie” and she hugged us both and lay back down…after taking the knickers off of course! Julie kissed her on the lips, moved down the bed and kissed her gorgeous camel toe. I did the same, Anne stood and started around to Ally’s side.

Cindy said softly, “mum”, Anne looked to Cindy, “umm…goodnight kisses are different here”, she said softly. Anne’s face broke into a big smile and she turned back and knelt on the end of the bed, making her way up as Cindy drew her knees up and opened wide, pausing with her face above her daughter’s pussy, she looked to Cindy, “it is really a gorgeous and kissable little pussy” she whispered, lowering her lips to softly kiss each lip then moved around to kiss Ally. Julie kissed Cindy, on both sets of lips, I sat by Cindy and leaned in, she threw her arms around my neck, her pouty lips slightly parted as I kissed her softly, she sighed into my mouth and kissed back with far more passion than a goodnight kiss would normally demand, she gurgled softly as my chest pressed gently on her firm puffy nipples. She released my neck and I sat up, made to stand then looked back at her, turned my gaze briefly down her body, raising my eyebrows in an unspoken question, “no sound from her lips but they formed ‘please”, I stroked her cheek softly and mouthed ‘thank you’ before moving down, covering her entire crotch easily with my mouth, I sucked her firm lips into my mouth and let my lips drag softly over her labia as I pulled away, then on impulse, probed my tongue gently, just touching her tight hole, and ran it softly up her cleft, just parting it slightly, a soft ‘aaaggghhh’ escaping her mouth and soft tremor rippling through her body.

I walked back to my bedroom, my gorgeous ladies on each arm, “would you like to drop the girls to school in the morning?” I asked Julie, “sure, I’d love to” she replied, “ reckon that might get some tongues wagging though” she added, giggling, “you’re probably right….but fuck ‘em, I’m definatly not ashamed of you” I chuckled. “I can take Cindy too if you like Anne, I’ll throw her school things in the washer and dryer when I get up to fix breakfast”… “Sounds good to me, gossip has never bothered me…I’ve got a hide thicker than your man’s dick!” she laughed. I closed the bedroom door behind us as they climbed into bed, Anne’s mouth latching onto Julie’s nipple, my cock hardening, I crawled up the bed and licked and probed Julie’s twitching gash, hearing her passion rising, I crawled up her body and dragged my cockhead back and forth along her pussy, her hips flexing her cunt against it, my cock rock hard, I didn’t need my hand, or hers, to lodge at her hole and push it slowly into her dripping cunt to the balls as she threw her legs around me tightly, supporting myself to give Anne easy access to her tits. With both of us working her over, Julie came hard within five minutes, I pulled off her and rocked back onto my haunches as she and Anne kissed passionately, Julie looked back at me, my cock twitching stiffly, “get on your hands and knees for him” she told Anne.

Moving up behind her, I gripped my meet and inch behind my flare and dragged it up and down her drooling gash, she groaned and gurgled, pushing back, my knob popped in her tight hole, she shuddered and pushed back hard but I held tight as she squealed with frustration. I leaned across her back, “mmmm…is my little doggy girl on heat for this big cock”, she squealed and thrust back, trying to break my grip, I nipped her shoulder, “what do you think babe, is this hot little bitch ready to be bred?”. Julie slid a hand along Anne’s muscled belly to stroke her tightly stretched lips, Anne twitching and panting, “Ohh yeah, she’s fucking on heat for sure….breed her tight little bitch pussy hard baby”. I jerked my hand away and slammed my cock balls deep, “AAAAGGGHHHHHGAAWWDFUCK” she screamed, her cunt jerking around my meat as I held her tightly to limit her movements, her back muscles rippling as she tried to break my grip to fuck herself on my thick meat. Fuck, she’s a strong little bitch I thought to myself. “ooohhh yeah, she’s yours now baby…breed your little bitch hard” Julie growled throatily as she sucked Julie’s nipple into her mouth.

I suspect Julie bit down on the nipple just as I jerked back to hammer Anne’s needy cunt, she wailed and exploded, slamming herself back to meet my equally savage thrusts… “fuuuck…you big cocked fucker….fuck it into me….breed my cunt HARD! Her cunt was spasming and jerking such that it felt like hands were around my cock squeezing and sliding along it, the loud squelching and slapping of my balls on her cunt faded as my balls tightened, with a final massive thrust, I held it as my balls emptied into her. I slowly rolled to my side taking her with me, she drew her knees up to her chest and sighed contentedly. Julie snuggled to her, stroking her face and pushing away the plentiful strands of red hair that seemed to be everywhere. Julie kissed her lips softly, “happy?” she questioned. Anne giggled softly then groaned as it enticed a dying twitch from my cock, “like you wouldn’t believe” she answered, “I had no idea that laying here as a fucking great cock slowly softened inside me could feel so dreamy”, she sighed, “and….never mind” she whispered. Julie kissed her again, “and what?…..oh baby, why are you blushing?…tell me…you know there’s no judgement in this house”. I felt her suck a breath in, “well…like the talk just before…umm…bitch breeding” she whispered. “Julie giggled softly, “oh sweetheart, has anyone told you that you look so damn gorgeous when you blush?”, I felt Anne giggle silently and I squeezed her softly, “keep going.”

Anne spoke softly, “well….I think Cindy was less than a year old….I was having a relationship with an older woman….she showed me some videos, she swore she was going to try it, don’t know if she ever did as I moved on not long after… but…every now and again the videos come to mind…and…well…you know” she chuckled. Julie kissed her again and whispered in her ear, “I’ve done it”. Anne gasped, “seriously?….jeezus…tell me”. Julie gave a short account of how her uncle ‘broke her in’ and that eventually her ‘needs’ grew stronger than her uncle’s so he bought a dog home one day to keep her ‘satisfied’. There was a pause for a bit, no doubt Anne processing the information, “and did it?” she asked softly. Julie chuckled, “OHH fuck yes…did it ever!” I felt Anne’s cunt twitch, “come” I said simply, rolling away, my cock squelching from her reawakening pussy, and stood, I’ll show you. The girls went into the bathroom to piss, Anne to wipe her drooling cunt, “better bring that towel with you” I chuckled. They followed me downstairs where I popped the ‘Emma” video into the player. (see part 7) Anne placed the towel on the couch and sat, Julie and I either side of her.

Predictably, Anne flinched and gave a soft squeal as Emma swung the door open and Puddles hurtled through, as he caught her at the bottom of the stairs Anne’s hand cupped her cunt, I dragged her hand away, “No…don’t touch yourself…Julie, hold her other hand””, I ordered. As the dog rammed his cock into the teen, Anne was clenching and rocking her thighs, trying to scratch the raging itch in her twat, I took her leg and dragged it over mine and held it, Julie did the same to her other leg, “ohh…you bastards” she squealed, her nipples like daggers. By the time the scene showing the dog’s knot dragging from Em’s cunt appeared, Anne was taking some holding, her stomach muscles rippling as she fought our grip on her, she shuddered and gasped as Em’s father walked down the stairs… “ohh gawd, daddy’s gonna fuck them too” she breathed and shuddered. I paused it as the scene of Em’s father hammering his cock into his daughter appeared and whispered in Ann’s ear, “it was right about there that my cock popped into Ally’s virgin pussy”! As the screen displayed the father pushing his big cock into Annie, while Puddles lapped his and her father’s cum from Em’s swollen cunt appeared….I released Anne, “Hands and knees NOW” I ordered.

Anne whimpered and scrabbled off the couch, crawled forward a little and gurgled as her shoulders slumped to the carpet, I followed her down and slammed my cock home…I think her orgasm erupted before that first thrust bottomed out in her slimy spasming cunt, there being no need to do otherwise, I simply held her hard on my meat as her orgasm peaked and began to fade then simply released my grip on her hips, she slumped heavily to the floor and rolled onto her side, shuddering and gasping, her mouth hanging slackly and drooling. Julie knelt beside her on all fours, wiggled her ass and looked back over her shoulder, “pleeeese daddy, breed me too”. I shuffled across and slammed into her tight cunt and hammered her hard, “aaggghh, yess daddy….fuck your little girl hard” she urged me on, my balls tightening, my cock lurched as my balls emptied into her frothing cunt, her orgasm hitting hard a few moments later and I let her slump off my cock to lay beside Anne. I reached for the towel and, lifting her thigh, tucked one end of it between Ann’s thighs, the other end likewise to Julie. A bit too late I mused, noting both cunts had drooled a little onto the carpet, better think about getting the carpet cleaners in!

I poured myself a Bourbon and sat out on the porch, waiting for the girls to recover, knowing there was a long discussion to be had…particularly about Ben arriving day after next. Nearly fifteen minutes later they appeared….I almost burst into laughter…they were side by side, walking quite gingerly with short steps, the towel still wedged between each pair of thighs. I poured each a bourbon and sat down to tell Anne what had been planned re the deal with Ben and the girls’ college funds. Anne’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head on hearing the sort of money that would go into the funds just from a handful of videos. I swear, if she didn’t have the towel against her pussy when I told her we had two highly trained dogs arriving the following week, that she would have leaked all over the old couch! There was no argument to my suggestion that Cindy might not be ready to participate in the ‘auditions” that Ben was coming down to do, although both agreed she would probably be ok with having clothed photos taken. Julie chipped in to suggest she could get Tammy to send some sets down for Cindy anyway.

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My name is Gianna. I’m a 28 year old public relations agent from California and recently became extremely successful. I decided to move from my two-bedroom condo to an upscale house in Beverly Hills, and plans to sell my current digs just went underway yesterday. I agreed to meet my new real estate agent at my place after work this today. I was worried I would run late, so I handed the attractive older woman a copy of my key and told her if she arrived there before me she was welcome to have a look around. When I pulled into my driveway the next day around five o’clock there was already a new-model white Mustang parked in the street. It didn’t surprise me that she beat me there since I told her I would meet her at four, but what did catch me off guard was the type of car she apparently drove. A white Mustang seemed a little, well, young for this woman. But I shrugged it off, not thinking too much about it since after all, this is Cali, baby.

I got to my front door and realized it had been left unlocked. I inwardly frowned at that, but it seemed there was no harm done. Upon entering, I immediately regretted giving this woman a key.

My living room was a disaster. A bag of potato chips had been left open on the coffee table, surrounded by crumbs that had managed to get on the floor and couch as well, and my dog had his tongue in a bowl of french onion dip that sat beside it. Also on my antique wooden coffee table was a half-empty glass creating a ring due to the lack of a coaster, a stack of which was right next to it. The television was left on and some raunchy hip-hop video flashed across the screen. A large silver purse lay on its side on the floor, makeup and miscellaneous items spilling out of it. In the middle of the room sat a pair of expensive Manolo Blahnik heels that had just been carelessly tossed there. Then I smelled alcohol. I grabbed the glass and held it up to my nose. That bitch was drinking my expensive liquor, and she had the nerve to mix it with a neon orange energy drink.

I glared at the scene, fighting hard not to yell. She had seemed like such a mild-mannered, considerate lady and here she was treating my home like she was some teenager who’s parents were away for the weekend. I shut off the TV, pulled the bowl of dip away from the dog and brought it along with the bag of chips into the kitchen where I left them on the counter. Next I noticed the ketchup-spattered plate and bowl full of half-eaten cereal in the sink. Was this chick stoned? It seemed she had eaten her way through my house. I turned and stomped down the hall off the kitchen and began to follow the sound of water running. Oh no, she wasn’t seriously using my shower too, was she?

Yes she was, I learned as I walked through my bedroom to the master bathroom, the door of which had been left wide open, and saw the outline of a petite blonde through the clear glass shower door. I became confused. My real estate agent was certainly not a petite blonde. Then it dawned on me. This was her assistant in my shower.

I had met Ashlie briefly the day before. She was young, probably in her early twenties, and had just started the job. I remembered being quite attracted to her – she was just my type. Blonde, about 5’5, with a petite frame, a firm ass, and perky B cup breasts. She wore tight clothes that showcased it all and I really had to get a firm grip on my reins to not hit on her. If we weren’t in a professional business situation I would have pounced. And when I pounce, no one puts up a fight. Pardon me if I sound conceited, but I’m hot.

Maybe it’s just luck that I ended up being a tall, slender Italian babe, but I work it to perfection. I have long, sleek black hair, and I tan lightly to keep my olive skin tone even. I work out specifically to keep my ass firm and tight, and I have small but shapely breasts and long legs. Nobody says no to me.

Now what was she thinking doing this to my place? Why the hell was she here alone? And did she have any idea what I had in store for her?

I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe as I glared at Ashlie. She seemed to be enjoying my massaging showerhead. I cleared my throat and her head snapped up, looking at me through the glass like a deer in headlights. “Hello, Ashlie,” I said in a smooth, caramel tone.

“Um…oh my gawd, Gianna, I’m kind of naked right now,” was her reply.

That was the last straw. I marched over to that shower, my heels tapping angrily on the tile as I went, whipped the door open and slapped that little bitch right across the face. She stared up at me in horror and I slapped her again.

“Stop that!” she cried.
“Why should I?” I yelled. “Who the fuck do you think you are coming into my house and fucking it up like you have? What gives you the right to just make yourself at home, huh? You may live in a pigsty, but you don’t live HERE, toots. Now you fucking explain this to me right now!”

Ashlie’s expression changed to a pout. “I didn’t mean to make you mad, Gianna,” she began in the sweetest of tones, obviously about to try to charm herself out of trouble. “I was waiting with my boss and she had to leave for a family emergency. I got so bored that I just started looking for things to do…”
“Shut off the water,” I said, cutting her off.
“But…” she began.
“NOW,” I retorted firmly.

She did as I said and as soon as it was done I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face to mine. I spat words in a venomous tone, “You are going to learn to treat other people’s property with respect.”
And with that, I yanked the sopping wet girl out of the shower and pulled her over to the sink.
“Bend over the sink,” I demanded, and she obeyed, whimpering slightly.
“Stop your whining, bitch,” I said, punctuating the last word with a swift, hard SMACK! on her right ass cheek. She cried out.
“Shut it! You’re not to make a peep, understand?” I gripped her hair tighter and pulled her head up to look at me. She nodded, and I continued with another SMACK! on her left cheek. She bit her lower lip to keep from yelping and I spanked her once more on each cheek. Then, using my fistful of her blonde locks to steer her, I turned her around to face me.
“Spread your legs,” I ordered.

She shook her head quickly, tears spilling out of her eyes.
“Stop your fucking crying and do as I say or you’ll really be sorry!”
Then she opened her legs a little.
“More!” I yelled.
She spread them more.
“Good girl,” I said with a smirk as I placed my hand over her hairless cunt. She whimpered as I rubbed it, then slid a finger between her pussy lips. She was fucking wet! And not because she’d been in the shower!
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, you little slut?” I asked, my face so close to hers I could smell her cotton candy lip gloss. She just stared at me with that deer in headlights look and I suddenly found myself extremely turned on. I loved to dominate and this little bitch deserved it.

“Get down on your knees,” I told her, letting go of her hair, and she immediately obeyed. “Now spread your legs and finger your pussy while you watch me undress.”

I stepped back and her hand went between her legs. Kneeling there on the floor, she gazed at me in awe as she rubbed her clit with her middle finger. I pulled off my ivory blazer and matching pants. I unbuttoned my green silk blouse and let it slide off my arms. Then I stood there in only black lace lingerie and gold heels. “Crawl over here and take my panties off,” I told her.

Quickly she scurried over on hands and knees and stopped in front of me. I turned around so my ass was right in her face and she gently grasped the strings holding my thong together and tugged it down until it pooled around my feet. I kicked it away and bent over. “Lick my pussy,” I demanded.

Again she obeyed, sticking her tongue right up into the folds of my smooth vagina. I moaned and reached back, grabbed the back of her head, and shoved her face into it. She moaned too. This hot little bitch loved it!

Grabbing a handful of her hair, I yanked her head back. “Now you’re going to lick my asshole.” I shoved her head into my luscious ass and again she began to lick away like it was her favorite thing in the world. Hell, maybe it was.

I made her eat out my ass for a good ten minutes before I told her to get up, go to the toilet, and bend herself over it, putting her ass in the air. I watched her do this, then went into my bedroom, and pulled out the shoe box of sex toys I kept hidden under my bed. I opened it and pulled out the strap-on and bottle of lube, then went back to the bathroom. Ashlie’s eyes widened when she saw the thick pink dildo strapped around my hips.

I walked over to her, standing beside her so the cock was right in front of her face. Then I squirted lube in my hand and she watched as I rubbed it all over the rubber dong. She licked her lips as it bounced in front of her face. “You want to suck it?” I asked, and she nodded enthusiastically. “Too bad,” I said with a smirk.

I moved behind her and dribbled the cold lube between her ass cheeks. She shivered slightly, then I dropped the bottle to the floor. As I rubbed the lube into her hole, I realized it wasn’t quite as tight and puckered as assholes usually are. I raised a brow. “Ashlie, did someone already fuck you in the ass today?”
She nodded.
“Who?” I asked.
“Mrs. Reed,” she replied.
“Mrs. Reed? Your boss?” I asked her, incredulousness tainting my voice. “You kinky little bitch!”

Then she giggled. I spanked her hard on the ass and made her yelp. “I didn’t give you permission to laugh.”
“I’m sorry, Gianna,” she said in a pathetic whiney tone.
“Shut up,” I said, and rammed the big rubber cock up her ass, making her scream.

I pounded her until her screams became moans and fuck yeahs. Then I stopped suddenly and let the cock slide out of her ass. “Turn around and sit on the toilet,” I said.
As soon as she sat, I gave her a slap across the face. “You’re going to suck this dick.”
Without missing a beat, she had my dong in her mouth and bobbed her head on it like a pro. I grabbed her by the hair and helped her shove it down her throat until she pulled back and violently gasped for air, a string of saliva following.

Still holding her hair, I stepped back and pulled her off the toilet and onto the floor. I pulled off the strap-on and shoved her face between my legs. “Eat me until I cum.”

And eat me she did. That girl’s got quite a talented tongue on her. She really went for it. I was up against the sink with her head wedged between my thighs and her tongue darting all over my pussy for only a few minutes before I came and my girl juice spattered all over her mouth and chin. After that, she pulled away, gasping, and I gave her another slap.
“Are you ever going to disrespect someone like that again, Ashlie?”
She shook her head. “No, Miss Gianna. I promise.”
“Good. Now get up and bend over for me one last time.”

She did as I said, leaning forward to grab her ankles. Grabbing her left hip with one hand, I used the other to spank her repeatedly until her ass was bright red. When I was finished, I dismissed her.
“Clean up your mess, leave the key on the kitchen table, and don’t say another word to me. Tell your boss I’ll be using another agency.”

Ashlie nodded and stood up. She began to clean as I hopped in the shower and by the time I was out, my place was sparkling. She even put away the strap-on and made sure the door was locked before she left.

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After masturbating in the girls’ restroom at her school, virginal Yoshiko is haunted by the futa-ghost!

Haunted by the Futa Ghost
Chapter One: Virgin Taken by the Futa Ghost
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

I ran through the dark forest, branches reaching for my long hair, my heart hammering in my chest. This place was cursed. Yokai and Onryō stalked between the tangle of trees and maze of roots bursting out of the broken, folded ground.

“Mitsuko-hime,” I called, my words swallowed by the dark trees. “Please, Mitsuko-hime, don’t do this. I’m sorry.”

Everything had gone so wrong today. It was supposed to be magical. I had done it. I had contacted the great kami Hangetsu, and I had been transformed beyond a mere woman. A cock. I had done it. I had achieved what we needed to be together. My princess and I could be together.

Branches tore at my red hakama and white haori. I gasped, one of my red ribbons ripped out of my black hair. My heart thudded more and more as I pressed through the woods, following my heart, letting it lead me through this place of death, Jigoku bleeding into the real world.

She was close. My princess.

I burst past the large rock and stopped. I gazed at the mighty pine tree rising before me. My eyes widened in grief at what hung from its limb. I clutched my hands to my breasts, pressing my haori and kimono tight against my bosom as I fell to my knees.

“No,” I cried out in grief and regret. “No, Ōjo-sama!” Tears fell from my eyes as shame overwhelmed me. I had failed her.

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500 years later…

Yoshiko Stenet walked down the street towards her school, the Redwood Academy, the warm, California sun shining down on her glossy-black hair. She had her mother’s hair, the fine, blue-black silk of the Japanese, spilling about her shoulders and framing her face. It was round, the skin a light-olive, her cheekbones delicate. But it was her eyes that were most unusual. Caucasian eyes, gifts from her father’s family along with her buxom chest. Her eyes were round and blue, giving her face an even more exotic cast.

Earbuds in, she nodded her head to the beat of K-Pop playing from her phone, streaming off a Pandora station as she walked down the street. She loved Korean pop music even if she couldn’t understand the words. It was so upbeat and cheery most of the times, giving her a light step. Girls Generation played, a chorus of eleven or more members of the idol group singing.

Her shoes smacked on the sidewalk as she shuffled along to the beat of the song. Listening to the music made going to school slightly bearable. She really, really didn’t want to go to school today, and she was trying not to think of the reason, losing herself to her music.

The half-Japanese schoolgirl, just turned nineteen before the start of term a month ago, let her head bob and her feet almost skip, her black skirt swirling about creamy-olive thighs, and long, loose socks pulled up to her knees like many of her favorite Korean pop idols would wear. Lost to her music, she didn’t hear the girl crying out her name from behind.

Yoshiko jumped when her best friend burst from behind her and darted in front of Yoshiko, forcing her to stop and yank out her earbuds, her heart thudding. “Lori,” groaned Yoshiko. “Don’t do that.”

“I called your name, Yoshiko,” Lori answered, a big smile on her lips, her red curls dancing about her head as she walked backwards. Lori was a head taller than Yoshiko, who was used to being one of the shortest girls wherever she went. “And you didn’t hear me.”

“Sorry,” Yoshiko answered, wrapping up her earbuds. She resisted the urge to give her friend a bow like her mother always did when greeting someone.

“Were you just going to keep walking without me?” Lori asked. “Good thing I was paying attention, or you would have reached school while I was still waiting.”

Yoshiko blushed as her friend fell in beside her. “Sorry. I was just caught up in the song. Lost track of how far I had walked.”

Lori narrowed her eyes. They were such pretty eyes. Yoshiko’s heart thudded faster. Her friend was hot, wearing a low-hipped jean skirt, hints of pink panties peeking out as Lori’s green halter top’s hem rose up an inch, flashing bare waist.

Yoshiko had a crush on her friend for awhile, not that she would ever act on it. Lori, unfortunately, was straight. And Yoshiko didn’t want to ruin their friendship by trying to pressure Lori into experimentation. The one time they had kissed had been a disaster.

“Did you get that paper done for Epinosa’s class?” Lori asked, stretching her arms over head, which lifted the hem of her halter top, exposing two more inches of enticing belly and the hint of her bellybutton.

“Yes,” Yoshiko said. “Spent all day yesterday working on it. My fingers felt like they would fall off from all that typing. Such a boring subject.” The paper was on the effect that poverty had over the course of multiple generations and the outcome of their success. “Why did we take this class?”

“We needed a social studies credit,” Lori said.

“But you could have taken an easier class than Epinosa’s,” a male voice said from behind them.

Yoshiko let out a frightened squeak, jumping into the air before whirling around and glaring at her other best friend, Chris. He had a huge grin on his face. He was tall, his blond hair a ruffled mess like any good Californian surfer, his face tanned from the outdoors. Yoshiko had to crane her neck to look at him. His height gave him an advantage playing basketball, but it sucked for Yoshiko to look him in the eye.

“How long were you behind us?” Yoshiko demanded.

“Since Lori jumped in front of you,” Chris said as he stepped up, putting his arm around Lori’s shoulder. She looked short against him, which made Yoshiko feel like a midget.

“And you didn’t say anything?” Yoshiko demanded. “No hi or good morning.”

“I did. You didn’t hear me.”

Lori nodded her head, grinning.

They made a cute couple. Yoshiko realized that if Lori had to be straight, then she should date a decent guy, and Chris was that guy. He was friendly and funny. He didn’t treat Yoshiko differently for being gay. When she came out at eleven, Chris just shrugged and asked if she wanted to play a game of pickup basketball like always. It wasn’t a big deal to him. She was Yoshiko, his friend. It didn’t matter if she was gay, straight, bi, asexual, pansexual, or one of the other types.

He was a decent guy.

So Yoshiko was thrilled, and jealous, when he and Lori finally hooked up over the summer. The pair finally had gotten past that stage of flirting friends both edging at the line, wanting to cross it, but afraid what it would do to their relationship if things went disastrously wrong.

But they hadn’t messed it up so far.

The trio talked as they walked the last few blocks to the Redwood Academy, the small, private high school they attended. They passed through the old gate, a wrought iron sign with Redwood Academy arching over their heads as they entered the ground, their school’s buildings, all old, red-brick buildings, lay scattered around the picturesque lawns. Yoshiko took a quick breath, her eyes darting around, looking for—

“What happened to the tree?” she gasped, pointing at the large Japanese Pine Tree that grew on the lawn before the school. Unlike pine trees in the states, the Japanese Pine Tree had a wide canopy, branches reaching out like a man with a thousand arms stretching them in every direction at once. The needles were a bright, pale green and the bark quite reddish.

Instead, a huge chunk of its branches lay on the ground, one of the main trunks split in half and looked burned.

“Looks like a lightning strike,” Chris said. “From the storm last night.”

“Oh, that’s terrible,” Yoshiko said as they walked down the path towards the school’s entrance. “I loved that tree.”

“Yeah,” Lori nodded. “Remember last year when we tried to climb it and almost were caught by the security guard? Someone was supposed to be on look out.”

“I was,” Chris said. “Only I was on lookout in the wrong direction. Besides, you didn’t get caught.”

Yoshiko nodded her head, staring in a daze at the tree. The needles looked paler, almost gray, like the lightning had killed the tree. And the bark didn’t have that warm luster, but had dulled to a rust-red.

“Miyu’s quite interested in it,” Chris said, pointing out the Japanese girl standing before the tree. She was an exchange student and was in both Yoshiko’s math and English classes.

“She’s only been here a few weeks,” Lori said. “Maybe it reminded her of home.”

Miyu did appear homesick. She still wore her school uniform from Japan: a pleated, gray skirt; a white, buttoned down shirt with a gray vest over it; and a red tie hanging down the front. Her socks were like Yoshiko’s, loose and baggy, clinging tight just below her knees.

Miyu bowed to the tree and a flush of heat washed through Yoshiko as the gray skirt rode up Miyu’s thighs. For a tantalizing moment, Yoshiko hoped the skirt would slide up enough to show off her panties.

But that only happened in Anime.

“Weird,” Lori said again. “You’re half-Japanese. Why is she bowing?”

“Respect, I guess,” shrugged Yoshiko. “I grew up in the States. I’m as much Japanese as you are.”

“But doesn’t your mom tell you stuff about this?”

“Not really.”

The trio moved on and entered the school’s main building, passing into the grandiose halls. The Redwood Academy was built at the turn of the last century. The ceiling was high over head, the entrance wide, the floor marble. Statues of Greek gods, Apollo and Aphrodite, faced each other, Aphrodite’s right breast bare, the suggestion of a nipple dimpling the stone. It was art, so the various protests over the years had kept it from being removed.

Yoshiko hardly gave it a glance as she walked in, her eyes scanning. No sign of her. “Well, I’ll see you for PE, Lori.”

“You’re not going to run faster than me today,” Lori called as she and Chris went right.

“Later, Yoshiko,” Chris said, flashing her the peace sign.

Yoshiko took a deep breath and ventured down the hall, shifting her backpack on her shoulders. She had only gotten twenty feet when Kat Rollins, leaning in a drinking fountain alcove, sauntered out to Yoshiko. The taller girl had a sneering smile on her lips.

“There’s the dyke,” she said as she sidled up to Yoshiko. “Got it?”

“Yes,” Yoshiko said, her insides squirming. She unslung her backpack. “B work, just like you requested.”

“Good, good,” Kat said, light glinting off the spike collar she wore about her neck. Kat dressed in a punk style, her tights artfully slashed, the hem of her skirt frayed, her top transparent, revealing a hot-red bra beneath.

Yoshiko unslung her backpack and fished around in it. She pulled out the answers to the physics homework and handed them over, trying not to glare at Kat. Why did you even choose the class if you’re not going to do the work?

Kat grabbed them and grinned, flipping through the notepaper. “Good, good. And I have a feeling you’ll be doing my history homework tonight. Mr. Page is going to assign us something annoying. I can feel it.”

“I thought it was just this once,” I protested.

She rounded on me, pushing me against the wall, looming. “Listen, little dyke. I own you. Unless you want the pictures on my camera spread across social media. And the video. You can hear the other girls showering on it.”

Yoshiko’s cheeks burned hotter.

“It’s so obvious that you’re in the locker room masturbating while your classmates were washing up after exercising. Got excited by their bodies, huh?”

“Please, don’t do that,” Yoshiko squirmed, mortification writhing through her stomach.

“So I own your dyke ass. You do my Physics and Ancient History homework, and no one will know that you like to play with your clam during PE.”

“It was just that once,” Yoshiko said, lowering her eyes.

“Right,” Kat sneered before pulling away.

Yoshiko squirmed. She shouldn’t feel ashamed for being a lesbian. Not in this day and age, but being caught masturbating in the locker room was too much. The other girls would start to look at her weird, wondering why she had to masturbate. Wonder if she was lusting after their bodies. All wet and soapy and beautiful, a sheen of water over their silky skin.

Heat burned between Yoshiko’s thighs, that naughty itch which had gotten her in trouble. She didn’t even know how Kat had caught her. She didn’t share PE with Kat. Why was she even in there to begin with?

“I just showed up early for PE,” was Kat’s excuse. Maybe it was true. But Yoshiko found it so horrible that she had been caught. How could I have been so stupid?

Yoshiko headed to her first class, math, and struggled to focus as they covered calculus. The math was challenging, and normally she excelled at it, living up to her Asian stereotype. Of course, her Asian mother was dumb as a brick when it came to math while her father was the smart one.

Next she had Physics. With Kat. The bully had a huge smirk as she turned in her homework to Professor Moore, an African American man who looked nerdier than most of the school’s chest club. Kat sat by Yoshiko, playing with her phone, using her text book to hide it, not even paying attention.

Why should she? I have to share my homework with her now.

Lori failed to run faster than Yoshiko in PE, her next class. The pent up frustration from Kat’s bullying kept Yoshiko running fast, unwilling to slow down and let her friend keep up with her as she raced around the track, running her mile.

“Damn, what devil is chasing you?” Lori asked when she finished a half-minuted after Yoshiko, the redhead clutching her side.

“Nothing,” Yoshiko said with a dismissive wave.

“Nothing?” Lori arched an eyebrow, planted her hands on her hips, and, despite looking like she was about to run out of air, she said, “Don’t say that to me. It’s not nothing. Come on, spit it out. Your parents fighting again?”

“No,” Yoshiko shrugged, her cheeks burning. She couldn’t admit it to Lori that she was masturbating in the bathroom. Thinking about Lori herself. Just seeing her friend strip naked, bending over before her, had set off Yoshiko’s lusts. That ass was too gorgeous. Yoshiko just wanted to love it and…

No, she’s with Chris. She’s not gay. We’re best friends. Don’t ruin it by doing something stupid. Something we’ll both regret.

“Then what is it?”

“Nothing.”

Lori’s eyes narrowed. “Is it Kat? Is she messing with you again? I’ll go kick her ass.”

“Don’t do that,” Yoshiko groaned. “That’ll just get you in trouble.”

“So it is Kat.” Lori spat. “Just because they named the school’s library after her dad last year doesn’t mean that rich bitch can strut the school like she owns the place.”

“I think it does,” groaned Yoshiko. “Her dad donates a ton of money. And she knows it. Look at how she dresses. That’s not appropriate at all for school, but none of the teachers care. She’s just copying my homework, okay? Nothing else.”

“Why are you letting her?”

Yoshiko shrugged. “Easier than putting up with her bullshit.”

“Oh, Yoshiko, don’t be like that. Don’t let that cunt—”

“Lori,” gasped Yoshiko, her cheeks reddening.

“Well, she is a cunt. A cunty cunt cunt cunt,” Lori said and Yoshiko found herself giggling at the obscene word. “So don’t let that cunty cunt boss you around.”

“It’s fine.” She put her arm around Lori, loving the scent of her friend’s shampoo and the smell of salty sweat. Naughty ideas surged through Yoshiko as she tried not to look at her friend’s gray tank top molding to a round pair of boobs.

“Just say the word,” Lori said, leaning in closer, “and I’ll kick her ass. Let them expel me.”

“No,” Yoshiko said firmly. “Then I would have PE all by myself.”

Lori grinned. “You just like looking at my ass in these gym shorts.”

Yoshiko blushed and said, her voice tight, “Maybe.”

Lori laughed louder. “That’s why you have to let me win. So you can stare at my ass as I run before you. I don’t mind if you look. That’s what friends are for.”

Yoshiko joined her friend in laughter. It was hard to stay glum around Lori.

After their laughter died down, they had to run the mile again. There didn’t seem to be much of a point in doing it, but it was exercise, and after two hours of sitting in class leaning, PE was a welcome change of pace.

Yoshiko let Lori win. She did have a great ass.

They showered in the locker room afterward, and Yoshiko did her best not to ogle her friend or Annis Shaw or Polina Pajari, the two other girls that had great asses. Especially Polina. The Russian beauty had an ass that was made to be grabbed, and Yoshiko thought about it a lot.

Maybe she’s gay or bi, Yoshiko wondered as she washed her body, staying away from her pussy. All she needed was to masturbate in the showers this time.

Kat came in early, lounging by the lockers, a smirk on her lips as she watched Yoshiko. The half-Japanese girl shivered. Those eyes were so possessive. It was like the homophobic girl thought that she owned Yoshiko now because of those pictures.

Lori shouldered into Kat. “Whoops, didn’t see you,” Lori said as she strolled past. “I don’t see bitches that well.”

Kat just grinned at Yoshiko.

Yoshiko and Lori headed to their social studies class, meeting Chris on the way. It was their last class before they had an hour break before lunch. Then they only had two more classes to go. Yoshiko liked that schedule. It made the afternoon more bearable knowing there were only two more classes left after lunch.

She ate quickly. Lori arched an eyebrow. “You’re an eager beaver.”

“I want to talk to Ms. Lindon about my English paper,” Yoshiko said. “I’m a little stuck. She has the hour free, I think.”

“Afraid you’ll get a B?” laughed Chris.

“No, an A-,” giggled Lori, sitting on her boyfriend’s lap. “Just try to chew your food before swallowing.”

“I am,” Yoshiko said.

She finished eating and darted off, excited to talk about her paper. She had a great take on Pride and Prejudice, and she was hoping Ms. Lindon would agree with her about it. English was by far Yoshiko’s favorite class, mainly because Ms. Lindon was such a beautiful woman. Tall, sultry, a brunette with beautiful curls that fell in waves about her face. She was always wearing such short skirts.

With nylons.

Yoshiko loved nylons. Especially stretched over a girl’s ass. She didn’t watch traditional porn, preferring to look at sexy drawing of Anime characters instead, but if she found a picture of a woman in pantyhose, she could masturbate to it for hours, stroking up and down her virgin flesh, bringing herself to gasping orgasms.

Her feet echoed down the empty hallway. She passed classes occupied by other students busy at work, a tingle shuddering through her. Nipples were hard in her bra, her pussy feeling nice and juicy. Fantasies of something wonderful, something intimate, blossoming between her and her teacher danced through her head.

Yoshiko had her suspicions that Ms. Lindon might be gay, too.

She stopped before her teacher’s door, taking a deep breath as she peered through the small, rectangular window set in the door, glass sandwiching chicken wire. She could see Ms. Lindon’s desk. Yoshiko blinked at what was on the desk. Kat Rollins was bent over it, her face twisted in pleasure.

“What?” Yoshiko gasped, watching her bully shudder on the desk, head thrown back in obvious pleasure. She could just hear the girl’s faint moans through the door.

Her stomach twisting and pussy burning, Yoshiko leaned to her right. She had to see what boy was with Kat. It angered her that Kat and some guy would have broken into Ms. Lindon’s classroom so they could fuck.

“She is such a bitch,” Yoshiko murmured. “I should…”

Her words trailed off. Ms. Lindon fucked Kat. With a strap-on.

Heat flushed through the lesbian schoolgirl as she watched in shocked awe. Ms. Lindon was as beautiful and regal as ever, naked save for her pantyhose which clad her thighs, hips, and the curving swell of her ass—Yoshiko could just see that if she leaned to the right. Ms. Lindon wore the strap-on over it, purple vinyl harness, a dildo of matching rubber reaming into Kat’s cunt. Ms. Lindon’s large breasts bounced up and down as she reamed the homophobic girl, fucking Kat so hard, ramming her dick into the girl’s dripping snatch.

What is going on?

It didn’t make any sense to Yoshiko. For the last year, ever since she met Kat on her first day attending the Redwood Academy, the bitch had bullied her for being an open lesbian, calling her dyke and muff diver, sneering down her nose.

And here she was being fucked. Hard. And she loved it. Her hips rocked back into Ms. Lindon’s thrusts, the cheeks of her ass rippling with each stroke of the teacher’s hips, slamming her dildo into Kat’s cunt.

Heat burned between Yoshiko’s thighs as she watched. The faint itch that plagued her during PE swelled. Her hips squirmed as her juices flooded out into her pussy. She shuddered, blue eyes so wide as she watched in envy.

Her virgin pussy clenched. Why didn’t you choose me, Ms. Lindon?

Yoshiko would love to lose her virginity to Ms. Lindon, to finally go all the way with the beautiful, sophisticated woman, to learn how to a please another girl at the hands of her teacher. She stared at Kat, wishing she was in the bully’s place. Yoshiko’s hips shifted, her clit throbbing.

“Fuck me,” Kat hissed. “Fuck me so hard.”

“You like it, you dyke slut?” demanded Ms. Lindon, her voice so commanding, so authoritative. “Huh? You like it when your Mistress fucks your dyke cunt?”

“So much,” moaned Kat. “I love it. Ream me. Fuck me. Pound me to oblivion, Mistress.”

“Dirty dyke,” moaned Ms. Lindon. “I know all about you perving on the girls in the locker room. Ooh, those naughty videos you record of them showering. How often do you jill off to them at home?”

“All the time,” gasped Kat, throwing back her head.

“And who’s your favorite?” Ms. Lindon leaned over Kat, the teachers large breasts swaying.

“Yoshiko!”

The watching Yoshiko let out a shuddering groan. She shifted her hips, her pussy lips burning, tingling with the excitement. She squirmed, savoring the sensation racing up and down across her pussy lips, like finger stroking her, driving her to wilder and wilder heights of excitement as she watched them fucking.

“Oh, yes, she’s a tasty girl,” moaned Ms. Lindon. “Looking so cute and adorable with those blue eyes and Asian features. I bet you cream your panties every day because of her.”

“Yes,” hissed Kat. “Yes, yes, yes, Mistress. Oh, you should see the video I got of her today. In the shower, soaping those lush tits, her eyes staring at her redheaded bitch of a friend in the next stall.”

“Another girl you masturbate your filthy, dyke cunt to?” demanded Ms. Lindon.

“Yes!” Kat’s head threw back. “I’m going to cum, Ms. Lindon. May I, Mistress? Please?”

Ms. Lindon slapped her hand down hard on Kat’s ass. Yoshiko jumped, her pussy burning worse, the teasing, itching trembles stroking up and down it driving her wild. She bit her lip, about to cum along with Kat.

In the middle of the hallway.

“You may cum, you worthless slut,” Ms. Lindon groaned. “Then you’ll show me all the naughty videos you took of those nubile, barely legal girls. Mmm, their eighteen and ninteen-year-old bodies glistening with water and covered in soap. Oh, yes, yes, yes.”

Yoshiko’s knees quivered. She was about to cum. In the middle of the hallway. In the middle of her school. People could walk down the hallway and see her at any moment. She cast a gaze around. The girls’ restroom was only a few steps away.

Gasping for breath, she raced for it, Kat’s moans echoing through Yoshiko’s ears. She crashed through the swinging doors, her footsteps echoing through the tiled room. Like the rest of the school, the bathroom was ornate, porcelain sink stands with delicate faucets, the stalls made of carved wood stained a light brown, an almost yellow tone to the wood. She raced down them to the last stall, throwing open the door. The sensations on her pussy drove her wild.

She plopped down on the toilet seat. “Oh, god,” Yoshiko groaned as she shoved her hands beneath her skirt. Her eyes squeezed shut as she rubbed on the crotch of her panties directly. She didn’t pull them off.

Her gusset was soaked by her juices. She could smell the spicy musk of her pussy bleeding through the fabric, adorning the air. Her back arched as she stroked up and down her grove, mimicking the electric tingles racing up and down her slit. She let out a groan, her fat nipples tenting her blouse, so hard they poked through her thin bra and top.

“Oh, yes,” Yoshiko groaned, her eyes squeezed shut, picturing Ms. Lindon’s thrusts fucking the strap-on into her virgin cunt, the teacher’s big breasts bouncing over her head. “Take me, Ms. Lindon.”

You are such a delicious thing. Not like that horrible, slutty dyke, Kat. No, you are so sweet and beautiful. Oh, yes, my delicious, Japanese delight.

The toilet seat creaked as Yoshiko shifted on it, stroking up and down her panties faster and faster. She pressed the cotton into the folds of her pussy, warm juices bleeding through, coating her fingers. She shuddered, finding her clit, rubbing it, making her legs spasm, her feet brushing the stall door.

The pleasure rippled through her while her orgasm built in the depths of her cunt. She could see Ms. Lindon’s busty breasts bouncing over her, the delicious desire on the teacher’s face, the feel of her nylons rubbing on Yoshiko’s inner thighs.

It’ll be so magical if she makes love to me, Yoshiko moaned. She can teach me everything, then I can show Lori. I can love her body.

Yes, yes, yes, Lori moaned in Yoshiko’s thoughts. I can ditch Chris. We can date. Oh, we’ll be such amazing lovers.

Right now, Yoshiko didn’t care about betraying one of her best friends to be with the other. Her lusts were driving her wild. She frigged her clit hard with one hand, the other stroking her pussy lips through her panties as she pictured loving her redheaded friend, giving her every wonderful sensation she could.

“You’ll love it so much,” Yoshiko groaned through clenched teeth, so close to cumming.

I will, Lori moaned. Tingles ached Yoshiko’s nipples and she imagined it was Lori’s fingers pinching and rolling them. You have such lovely tits. So big and soft. And your nipples… I have to suck them.

“Yes, yes, yes, suck them,” moaned Yoshiko, her body trembling, on the verge of cumming hard. “Lori, yes!”

Yoshiko came.

Her body spasmed on the toilet. Her feet kicked the stall door, the wood groaning, the metal latch rattling. She tossed back and forth, her eyes rolling back into her head as she hissed out breath after breath through clenched teeth, ecstasy boiling through her mind.

Her pussy convulsed. Waves washed through her body. It electrified her. She moaned, eyes fluttering. Her hips bucked up from the toilet seat and then crashed down as she let out a long, low groan of delight.

“Lori,” she sighed, her eyes fluttering as the pleasure peaked through her, picturing her redheaded friend’s smiling face.

Yoshiko lifted her fingers from her crotch, coated in her clear cream. She smeared them on her lips, closed her eyes, and imagined her friend kissed them as she sighed, with such longing, “Lori.”

Lips kissed Yoshiko back.

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Lori sneezed.

“Bless you,” Chris said as Lori squirmed on his lap. She sneezed again, her head snapping back.

Lori opened her mouth to say something when a third sneeze racked her body, her collarbone actually aching from the force. She blinked, reaching for a napkin on the table to clean off her hands. She wiped them off, wondering at her sudden sneezing attack.

“Someone’s masturbating to you right now,” Chris laughed.

“What?” Lori gasped, twisting around to stare at her boyfriend, her red curls brushing across his face.

“You know, in Anime, when someone sneezes it means someone’s talking about you. One sneeze, you’re being praised; two sneezes, you’re being badmouthed; and three sneezes means someone who loves you is speaking about you. While masturbating.”

“Right,” Lori said. “I don’t think the masturbating part is accurate.”

Chris shrugged. “Well, where is Yoshiko?”

“Speaking to her English teacher,” Lori answered, giving her boyfriend a hard look. “And she’s not masturbating to me. We’re friends. And while I know your pervy mind wants to see us go at it, not happening. She’s like a sister to me.”

“Fine,” Chris groaned, shifting. “Next time you sneeze three times, text me. Maybe it’s me masturbating to you.”

“Do you do that?” Lori asked. “I mean, we have sex. I’d think you’d jerk off to another girl or something.”

“I do.” His arms tightened on her. “But those last set of pics you sent me had me stroking my cock hard.”

Lori giggled, her pussy clenching. “Maybe I’ll send you a few more. You do have to stay late with that project tonight. Something to distract you.”

“You are cruel,” he groaned, his cock hard against Lori’s ass.

“I know,” she sighed and gave her boyfriend a kiss over her shoulder.

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Yoshiko froze, her eyes wide. Lips kissed at her mouth, tasting her spicy pussy juices she had smeared on her lips. But there was no one in the stall, no one who could kiss her. And yet she could feel soft, feminine lips nibbling on her lower lip, a tongue lightly licking.

A soft feminine voice sighed: Ōjo-sama.

Yoshiko tried to speak, but she couldn’t. She was being kissed. A body was straddling her. Yoshiko could see her skirt pressed down to her crotch by someone unseen. Hands stroked down her shoulders. Panic shot through Yoshiko as the soft hands gripped her breasts. Someone unseen was in the bathroom.

A girl.

A ghost girl.

A lesbian ghost girl.

The fingers moved across Yoshiko’s blouse and found the buttons. They popped open one by one, her blouse parting, revealing her breasts straining a white bra, youthful flesh jiggling as Yoshiko struggled. The fingers stroked her bra, exploring, feeling her hard nipple through them.

Ripples of pleasure shot down Yoshiko’s body. She groaned, struggling to move as the ghost played with her nipples through the bra, pinching and rolling the nubs. The lips broke the kiss, and Yoshiko gasped for breath.

“Who are you?” she called out to the ghost. “What are you doing to me?”

…Mitsuko-hime… the voice sighed again, a distant echo.

The cups of Yoshiko’s bra pushed up. Her large breasts spilled out. She gasped, eyes bugging as unseen fingers pressed into the flesh of her pillowy tits. The female ghost massaged them. A wet tongue licked at Yoshiko’s right nipple then sucked on it.

“Oh, god,” Yoshiko groaned, the pleasurable sensation on her nipple shooting right down to her pussy. She squirmed more, her hands trying to seize the ghost, but they phased right through her body. “What are you doing to me?”

The answer was soft, whispering in a musical tongue which was vaguely familiar. Japanese? The ghost is speaking Japanese.

The lips sucked harder. Teeth lightly nippled Yoshiko’s nipple. She watched her turgid nub move and wiggle as the ghost loved it. Yoshiko groaned, her pussy clenching. She couldn’t believe this was happening. It was crazy.

A ghost was sucking on her nipple.

Something hard pressed against Yoshiko’s belly as she squirmed again. The ghost sucked harder. Yoshiko could hear the wet suckling sound now. A faint outline appeared, a girl’s shape, hair falling about the face nursing at Yoshiko’s breast, hands sliding down to her skirt. It was the suggestion of a girl, like the lines an artist might use to roughly sketch out a drawing in pencil before committing to more permanent options.

The mouth moved to her other breast, sucking hard. Yoshiko squeezed her eyes shut, her pussy dripping. The ghost moved, still sucking, her hands lifting Yoshiko’s skirt, unveiling the white panties, crotch soaked dark. Fingers stroked across her panties, so familiar.

“You were touching me while I was watching them,” groaned Yoshiko, recognizing the light flutters she felt while standing riveted before Ms. Lindon’s door.

And then the fingers hooked her panties They pulled them down, unveiling a thick, black bush hiding the lips of her pussy. The ghost slid down Yoshiko’s body, seizing her hips, pulling her to the edge of the toilet seat. Yoshiko felt the ghost’s breath wash across her pussy The faint lines grew more substantial. A hint of black colored her hair, white covering her shoulders, and a hint of red cladding her thighs.

And then the ghost licked at Yoshiko’s pussy. …Ōjo-sama…

“Oh, yes,” Yoshiko groaned as she felt the first touch of another on her pussy, the tongue licking across her virgin folds and flicking her clit. “Can’t believe a ghost is the first girl to go down on me. Oh, god, but that feels good. Oh, yes, Miss Ghost, oh, wow, lick me.”

The ghost did. She licked and fluttered her tongue through Yoshiko’s virgin folds, caressing hymen, labia, and clit. Yoshiko moaned, her large breasts jiggling as Yoshiko humped against the ghost’s licking.

She could feel the ghost licking through her sex’s folds, devouring the juices pouring out. The ghost loved them, moaning her delight between whispers of Ōjo-sama and Mitsuko-hime. Her tongue licked and her lips nibbled.

And as she drank Yoshiko’s juices, the ghost became more and more real. The strands of black hair, mere suggestion before, grew more and more solid until they draped silk across Yoshiko’s thighs. Soft, almond eyes stared up at Yoshiko, brown and burning with desires. A delicate nose pressed into the folds of Yoshiko’s pussy as the Japanese ghost worshiped.

The ghost wore clothing, white cloth wrapped about her shoulders, her legs covered in the red. They were the thick pants worn by Japanese in their traditional clothing, the legs wide, almost like skirts divided into trousers.

They’re called hakama.

Yoshiko’s eyes widened in realization. “You’re a shrine maiden. A miko.”

The ghost kept licking, her tongue digging through Yoshiko’s folds, making her squirm and gasp. Her toes curled in her shoes as the ghost of the shrine maiden devoured her pussy. The shrine maiden’s lips reached Yoshiko’s clit.

Sucked hard.

Yoshiko came. Her virgin pussy clenched, her hips humping up into the air as she gasped and shuddered. Pleasure rippled through her body. She moaned, eyes fluttering as the pleasure washed through her body.

“So good,” moaned Yoshiko. “Oh, yes, thank you, shrine maiden. Oh, you’re so wonderful. Such a delightful ghost.”

Her body spasmed as the pleasure peaked. The shrine maiden rose, her pale lips and cheeks smeared with juices. Her skin was as light as Yoshiko’s, almost the white of a Caucasian, but with just enough of a tinge olive to them marking her as Asian. Her white, outer garment—I think it’s called a haori—was open, showing off a white kimono beneath, nipples pressing hard topping the swell of round breasts. Her hakama were loose on her hips and…

A cock thrust from the girl’s crotch, springing from a thick, black bush. Through the curls, Yoshiko could make out the folds of pussy lips wrapped about the base. The dick was thick, a darker olive than the ghost’s face, the tip throbbing, dripping with precum.

“A futanari!” gasped Yoshiko, recognizing a dickgirl from browsing pictures of Anime girls. It was a popular fetish, many artist turning sexy women into futanari, the Japanese word for hermaphrodite.

“Oh, no,” groaned Yoshiko as the futanari shrine maiden moved in, bringing her cock to Yoshiko’s pussy. “I’m not really into futas.”

The shrine maiden kissed Yoshiko hard on the mouth. She could taste her juices on the ghost’s lips as the cock rubbed up and down on her pussy. Yoshiko shuddered, a surge of heat shooting through her pussy. The feel of the girl-dick on her pussy lips was…

Arousing.

Intoxicating.

A desperate urge shot through Yoshiko, possessing her. The schoolgirl’s legs locked around the futa-ghost’s hips, pulling hard. The shrine maiden moaned into Yoshiko’s lips as her cock pressed on the schoolgirl’s maidenhead.

“Mitsuko-hime,” whispered the shrine maiden.

It hit Yoshiko what the ghost was saying. It was a name. Hime meant princess and when used as a suffix meant… “I’m not Princess Mitsuko,” Yoshiko gasped even as her legs pulled the ghost closer, the cock stretching her hymen. Pain flared, but Yoshiko wanted that cock in her, lost to the possessive lust. “But…but… Take me!”

“Ōjo-sama,” breathed the ghost as she thrust.

Yoshiko’s hymen stretched and tore. She groaned as her cherry popped. The futa-ghost’s dick slid into Yoshiko’s untouched depths. Hot friction raced through her body as her juices lubed the way for the thick shaft. The ghost let out the cutest, sweetest moan of delight as she slid into Yoshiko’s pussy. Moaning in rapid Japanese, the ghost drew back her dick and thrust again.

And again.

Yoshiko moaned, her hips locked tight about the ghost’s waist, thrusting up her hips to meet the wonderful cock slamming into her depths. Their flesh slapped together as the futa-ghost fucked Yoshiko with unbridled passion, her blue-black hair dancing about her head as she gasped and moaned, crying out in Japanese.

“So good,” moaned Yoshiko. “Fuck me, Miss Ghost. Fuck me with your girl-dick. A futanari ghost! I can’t… This is… Oh, yes…”

Pleasure burned fast in Yoshiko as her pussy gripped the thick cock reaming her depths. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She moaned and gasped, humping into the ghost’s thrusts. Yoshiko moaned, her pussy clenching, drinking in the delicious pleasure.

“Mitsuko-hime,” gasped the shrine maiden, her eyes shining with desire.

And then she kissed Yoshiko hard, tongue thrusting in. Yoshiko’s nipples, pressed against the silk of the shrine maiden’s kimono, tingled. The toilet creaked and groaned as both girls savored their pleasure. Yoshiko’s pussy clenched and relaxed on the thick cock as it drove her closer and closer to her orgasm.

I’m being fucked by a futanari ghost. She took my cherry. This is amazing.

The bliss swelled in her depths. She ground her clit into the ghost’s groin every time they bottomed out. Yoshiko’s hands gripped the ghost’s clenching ass, pulling her in tight, savoring the round butt-cheeks in her hand as her clit throbbed. Her pleasure swelled.

And then it boiled through her.

Hot, spasming heat engulfed her body. Yoshiko moaned into the ghost’s mouth, Yoshiko’s thighs tightening about her futa-lover. Her pussy spasmed on the amazing, impossible, supernatural girl-dick reaming into her depths, milking the cock. The lesbian schoolgirl thrust her tongue into the futa-ghost’s mouth as ecstasy reached her mind.

The ghost’s arms tightened about Yoshiko’s body. Her dick buried into the hot depths of Yoshiko’s spasming pussy. Her flesh convulsed and massaged, milking the dick. Ghostly futa-cum spurted into the depths of Yoshiko’s pussy.

The tingles set off another orgasm. Yoshiko broke their kiss, her fingernails digging into the ghost’s ass, and screamed, “Yes, yes, yes. A futanari ghost is cumming in my pussy. So good!”

“Mitsuko-hime!”

The ghost’s beautiful, porcelain face contorted in pleasure, mouth open in a small O as she dumped her ghostly jizz into Yoshiko’s body. The ghost spasmed on Yoshiko, trembling as she moaned out her pleasure.

And then she burst into a thousand motes of glittering light. Warmth rained down on Yoshiko’s body. The schoolgirl shuddered on the toilet, her body still spasming, her pussy convulsing, the hot jizz boiling in the depths of her pussy.

…Ōjo-sama…

“What just happened,” panted Yoshiko as she lounged on the toilet, feeling the ghost’s seed leaking out of her freshly deflowered pussy. A powerful shudder rippled through her. “How do I summon you again?”

But there was no answer. The ghost was gone. Yoshiko panted, her eyes fluttering. She had to find a way to make contact with the ghost again. She couldn’t believe how amazing sex was. The lesbian schoolgirl yearned to feel that girl-cock in her again.

To be continued…

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Clint and his harem pay the price for their incest. Will his plan see them through, or is this the end for his incestuous harem.

Incestuous Harem’s Passion

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Seventeen: Incest’s Naughty Price

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

April 11th, 2027 – Leyla Umayyah

Judge Lyle Coburn emerged from the back of the house wearing a robe. The older man’s hair had gone gray. His eyes narrowed at us with suspicion. Then he flicked down to his daughter kneeling before us, submissive the way my mother had trained her.

What a treat that had been. I’d helped Mother make Tammy Coburn into her father’s slut. The old man had paid us well to do that, horny to stick his cock in her tight, young cunt. She had become a perfect whore for him.

Mother was good at turning good girls into sluts. Look what she did to me.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded, his eyes flicking from my busty mother to me. We were both wearing tight dresses that showed off our bodies. Years of being whores for my daddy had given the pair of us the skills to look ripe and inviting without even trying.

We just did it.

“Giving your orders, your Honor,” I said and reached into my cleavage. I pulled out a thumb drive. Warm from my tits, I thrust it at him, the red body contrasting with my dusty fingers. “From Clint.”

“Orders?” he demanded, staring at it. “I don’t take Clint’s orders.”

“Of course you do,” I said and rested my hand on his daughter’s head. I stroked through her hair.

“We have all the evidence of you and your daughter,” said Mother. She slid her hands up and cupped her large tits through her blouse. “You should know that. You just follow your orders, and everything will be fine.”

“I can’t dismiss the charges,” he said, his face paling. “They’ll investigate me. Find out that we know each other. I should recuse myself from the case.”

“That would be bad for everyone,” I said. “Tammy, you don’t want your father getting in trouble, do you?”

“Of course not,” the girl gasped.

“See,” I said. “I’m sure you can do it, your honor. Clint’s got a plan.” I smiled at Tammy. “Why don’t we put on a show for your father. Something to remind him all about the delights he has from you. After all, you’re still his good slut, aren’t you?”

Tammy nodded, her blonde pigtails swaying. She was in her mid-twenties now, but she still looked as cute as she did at eighteen. “I’m his slut, Leyla.”

“Yes, you are,” Mom cooed. “Mmm, why don’t you sit on that chair over there, your honor. Let you stare at your daughter’s lovely tits. Those nipple rings are gorgeous. You have impeccable tastes.”

The judge grunted.

His daughter giggled. “He’s getting grumpy, isn’t he?”

“Well, he’s getting quite the shock to his system,” I told her, holding out my hands to her. “That’s bound to make any man grumpy.”

Tammy took them, and I pulled them to her feet. I hoped Clint’s plan worked. If he went to prison, how much longer until the authorities learned about my father’s stable of barely legal whores. Mother recruited new ones from the college she taught at. Girls whose first customer was always their fathers. Get them hooked on their flesh so we could play with the girls as much as we wanted.

I helped Tammy to her feet and led her to the chair, her father watching us. My dress clung to my curvy body. I loved being a slut for my daddy. He always fucked me so hard and told me what a good girl I was after selling my body.

It was the ultimate proof that he owned me.

A few of my friends still did it, but some had “retired.” Still sluts, just not as much. Like Kimmy, who married my younger brother. She was his personal slut. He liked to pass her out for his own amusement and I just knew their daughter, when she’s old enough, would follow in her mother’s footsteps.

And my brother will have his own daughter to whore out.

So Clint had to triumph. He had to come out on top. He had to make the world, or at least California, understand about sex. That if it was between consenting people, what did familiar relations? Just so long as they wanted it.

I pushed Tammy down on the chair. My mother knelt beside me. I licked my lips as we pressed Tammy’s legs apart. Her shaved twat dripped with juices. And cum. She’d been fucked by her father. He had probably been using her to relieve his stress all night.

I wonder when he would breed her. If he did it fast enough, he could have a daughter/granddaughter to care for him in his retirement. A delicious way to end his final years with two sexy women as his sluts.

“Mmm, yum,” Mom groaned, leaning in with me. The old, faithful Muslim woman was long gone. She transformed into a whore thanks to spying on Clint and his antics in college.

“Yes,” I groaned. “Nothing like a daddy’s spunk leaking out of his little girl’s twat. Just the best!”

Mom’s black hair brushed mine as we both leaned in and pressed our faces into the girl’s shaved twat. Cheek to cheek, my mother and I reached her cunt at the same moment. Our tongues flicked out, caressing up her tangy pussy lips to brush her pierced clit.

She gasped as we both flicked her gold ring, twisting it through her sensitive bud. She squirmed there, round breasts jiggling. Nipple piercings flashed as her head tossed back and forth. Judge Coburn watched us from behind, cloth rustling.

He took his robe off.

“Daddy,” she moaned. “Mmm, they’re licking you out of me.”

Salty cum mixed with tangy juices in my mouth. A wonderful combination. Our tongues danced and flitted up and down her slit. We caressed her. Teased her. We played with her juicy flesh while her father was reminded of all he would lose if he didn’t comply.

Mother and I caressed her. Teased her. Our tongues fluttered past the other’s as we licked up her pussy. She squirmed and moaned. More and more of the incestuous salty cum leaked out of Tammy’s cunt, dribbling out for us to lap up. She released her pussy’s clenching, no longer holding in her father’s spunk.

Kegels were important for a slut to practice.

I clenched my burning cunt as I thrust my tongue deep into her cunt. I licked and fluttered. I scooped it out. My tongue curled around in her snatch. I loved every moment of feasting on her. Tasting her. It was remarkable. A delicious treat.

My heart hammered in my chest. My hips wiggled back and forth, bumping into Mom’s. The judge panted behind us while is daughter whimpered in delight. Tammy’s face twisted as we licked more and more of her father’s cum out of her.

Then Mom latched onto Tammy’s clit.

“Mrs. Umayyah!” she gasped in delight.

I thrust my tongue into the girl’s pussy. My tongue scooped out the jizz brimming in her. I savored it. My pussy burned. Juices dripped down my thighs. I savored her tangy delight mixed with her father’s salty cum.

“Oh, Leyla!” The girl grabbed her tits. “Daddy! They’re making me feel so good! Isn’t that wonderful.”

“Yes,” he panted.

“Mmm, you’re getting excited. I’ll take care of you! When they’re finished.”

“Yes, you will, you nasty slut!” hissed Mom. “What are you?”

“A whore who fucks her daddy’s cock and does whatever he wants!” Tammy moaned. “He can piss on me! Spank me! Fuck me up the ass and make me suck his cock clean! He can breed me! Whore me out! Use me in any way he sees fit! Pierce me! Tattoo me! Make me walk naked through the streets holding a sign saying daddy’s whore on it!”

The girl bucked as she said those words. Then her juices gushed out. She came so fast. I groaned at the tangy flood mixed with her father’s spunk that rushed out of her pussy. She bathed my mother’s face and mine. Those wonderful, incestuous juices gushed out.

“I’m Daddy’s slut! Whore! Skank! I’m his daughter-ho!”

Tammy bucked through her orgasm, breasts heaving, nipple rings flashing. Her blonde pigtails danced around her head as she squeezed her thighs about our heads. She pressed my cheek into my mother’s while we feasted on her cunt together.

On those wonderful juices.

I closed my eyes, in heaven. My tongue and mother’s caressed each other, the sides of our mouths working together, then we were kissing. My mother’s lips soft and hot on mine, the tangy taste of Tammy’s pussy seasoning our passion.

We shared her juices while she moaned out her rapture.

I loved my mother for turning me into a whore. Letting my inner daddy-slut burst out of me. Being a lust-crazed slattern lurked in every woman. It just had to be channeled in the right way. To serve one man or many. To be dominated or even do the dominating. We just needed to be freed.

Mom broke the kiss and groaned, “Tammy, go sit on your father’s cock. He needs you.”

“Yes, Mrs. Umayyah,” the girl moaned. She threw her legs over the side of the chair and climbed out without disturbing us. Mom and I watched her rush to her father. She threw herself at him. Kissing him.

He staggered back, his wrinkled hands grabbing her youthful ass. She was the daughter of his second wife. She’d died in a car accident, leaving the judge with a daughter who could be his granddaughter.

She pushed him down on the couch and mounted him. I shuddered, turning to watch the beautiful sight of a girl impaling her cunt on her father’s cock. She slammed her pussy down that dick. She took the judge’s cock like a pro.

“Daddy!” she moaned, her back arching, her butt-cheeks clenching. “Oh, Daddy, yes, yes!”

I reached down into my bodice and pulled out the other item there. My phone. I turned it on and started filming the incestuous sight. I stood up to get a good angle, my thighs spread wide. I wore a stretchy dress over my curvy form, my round breasts jiggling for a moment.

The girl rode her father with enthusiasm. She worked her cunt up and down the cock that made her, pigtails dancing. She moaned and gasped, pressing her tits into his face as she so thoroughly enjoyed him. Frothy pussy juices streaked his cock, gleaming every time she rose up against him.

“Daddy!” she moaned. “I love you, Daddy! Mmm, yes, yes, you’re going to breed me this time, I just know it! If I’m not pregnant, I will be!”

I smiled, capturing it all.

Mom grabbed my calves. Her head thrust up between my legs from behind. Her hair caressed up my thigh. She pressed up beneath my shirt and planted her face right into my cunt. I shuddered as my mommy’s tongue slid through my pussy folds.

I groaned, savoring my mother’s fluttering hunger. She licked and lapped and caressed me. She drove me wild. Her tongue stirred through my folds. She teased me. Gave me such wicked delights. I shivered and moaned.

“Mom!” I panted.

“Daddy!” Tammy gasped.

“Shit!” groaned the judge. “Don’t film this.”

“I’m going to show this to Clint when he’s free!” I moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, just like that Mommy. You know what I love!”

My mother groaned into my twat. Her tongue thrust up into my depths. She swirled it around in me. I clenched down on her tongue. My hips wiggled back and forth. The delight had my toes curling. This wonderful rush of bliss threatened to consume me.

A wild passion that needed to explode out of me.

Her tongue darted through my folds. She caressed and teased me. My butt-cheeks clenched. This incestuous heat rippled through my body. I groaned, wiggling my hips from side to side, smearing my pussy lips on her hungry mouth.

She brushed my clit. My folds. She licked to my taint and then back down. She teased me as I watched that sexy daughter riding her daddy’s cock. The Judge’s fingers dug into Tammy’s ass, groaning and grunting.

He might be in his fifties, but he didn’t need Viagra. He just needed his tight, young daughter’s cunt riding his dick. I smiled, my orgasm building faster and faster as my naughty mommy licked me everywhere.

Then she sucked on my clit.

“Mommy!” I gasped, trembling.

Tammy threw a look over her shoulder at me, her father sucking on a nipple now. She grinned at me, not ashamed to be filmed. “Is your mommy making your pussy feel as good as my daddy is making mine?”

“Yes!” I moaned. “Let’s cum on them together. Let’s give our parents our incestuous passion!”

The girl nodded her head and rode her father faster. She worked that pussy up and down his cock with a wild intensity. She threw back her head, whimpering, groaning. My own orgasm built with every suck of my mother’s mouth on my bud. She teased my clit.

It pulsed. Throbbed. Sparks flared from that little pearl. My cunt clenched. Juices leaked out of me. I knew they spilled over my mother’s lips and ran down her cheeks. She was enjoying my tangy juices. Feasting on them as she nursed.

My cunt clenched.

Tammy moaned in delight.

She slammed down her father’s cock and bucked. Her blonde pigtails thrashed as she came on him. Her juices gushed out and bathed his balls. I grinned as he groaned. His wrinkled fingers squeezed her peachy ass.

“Tammy!” he grunted.

“You’re cumming in me, Daddy!” she gasped. Her pussy must be spasming hard around his cock, just milking out every incestuous drop of his seed.

The knowledge sent me plunging over the edge. I groaned and shuddered through my own pleasure. My pussy convulsed. I bucked and cried out in ecstasy. The bliss rushed out of me and gushed into my mother’s wonderful mouth.

I drenched her in my passion. The waves of rapture washed into my mind. My breasts jiggled in my stretchy sheath dress. My phone captured Tammy milking her father’s dick dry while I drowned in incestuous bliss.

The best sort.

The judge panted as he hit his peak of rapture. He stared at me. At the camera and groaned. “I can’t tank the case, Leyla. You have to tell him that.”

“Mmm, just follow your instructions,” I groaned, descending from the heights of my orgasm. “Clint has tasks we all need to carry out or this won’t work.”

I hoped his plan would work.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Cruzita Martínez

My head throbbed. I was almost numb with dread after hours and hours of watching interrogations. Clint and the women of his family had all been questioned. Scores of detectives had tried all the tactics to get them to talk, but they had lawyers present. Ones who kept telling their clients not to say anything.

They ran through every technique. Clint and his women were lied to. “Melody has already confessed to everything,” was attempted on Pam. “That she’s his sister. That you have had sex with your mother.”

Pam didn’t break. None of them. Did. Not Leann. Not Alicia. Their mothers. Zoey. Stefanie. They were all ready for this. All coached. He had prepared his women for being arrested. He and Melody were lawyers, and she had gone into criminal law. Between her firm, Clint’s, and a third, they had a battalion of sharp attorneys shielding them.

But they didn’t need confessions. The lab reports would be back in the morning. All the children had been taken into custody, too. They were in a single foster home. Their blood had been drawn along with every member of Clint’s “harem.” DNA tests would prove how they were all related. Plus we had the DVD they gave the undercover officers, and their three houses were loaded with more evidence that was still being cataloged.

That would be the only thing they needed come trial, but… Confessions could always help.

Ed Thomas, my boss, was excited. He was already counting all the votes this prestigious case would get him for DA next year. He rubbed his hands together. All I could think about was my connection to Clint’s family through the Lady’s Touch Massage parlor.

My daughter and the Campo sisters, who were half the owners of the club, were at my home. Waiting for me. The blackmail was about to happen. Not only was my incestuous activities with my daughter on the cusp of being uncovered, but now I would be compelled to sabotage the case from the inside. I’d be risking worse criminal charges.

Real prison time.

I was so fucked. I didn’t want to throw my career away after fifteen years. I didn’t want to give up my life. I was happy going to get my lesbian massages and having sex with my daughter. We could become more, openly love each other. And if things changed…

I shook my head, thoughts drifting from fatigue.

“I’m going home, Ed,” I said. “We’re going to have their bail hearings tomorrow. We need to be ready. Sharp.”

“Mmm,” he said, staring at Clint sitting in the interrogation room again. His lawyer, Elisabet Reenburg, deflected questions again and again. She was tenacious and connected. The wife of a senator.

What incestuous deeds had Clint gotten her to do? She had three children, two adults, the other a child she had later in life. A mother could have a lot of fun.

“I’m going home, Ed,” I repeated.

“Oh, yes, fine.” He sighed. “They’re not going to break, are they?”

“No. They were ready for us. But we got them.” I put on that positive attitude and faked my confidence. “They’re going to jail.”

Ed grinned. “Enjoy what’s left of your night, Cruzita.”

Twenty minutes later, I was walking into my West Sacramento home. I bought it after divorcing my husband and being free from that cheating asshole. There was an unfamiliar car in the driveway next to my daughter’s. I sighed, fished out my key, and opened the door.

I found Juana Campo standing naked at my door, her body, her skin a similar golden-brown hue to my own, gleaming with oil. She was a short woman and yet had a dominating air around her. Though she was the younger of the Campo sisters, Carmelita was her bitch.

Her sister-slave.

“Good evening, Cruzita,” Juana said in Spanish. “You have such a lovely home. I’ve just been so eager for you to get here.”

I looked past her to my living room, searching for my daughter. For Carmelita. “Where are they?”

“Your bedroom. Your daughter got a little bored waiting, pretty lady.” She licked her lips. “We’re getting her nice and ready for you.”

I swallowed.

“After all, you want to savor every bit of time you have with her,” she said, pulling me inside and then dragging off my blazer. I didn’t fight her. “You’ve had a long, long day, and need your daughter ready to comfort you, don’t you?”

“What do you want?” I hissed. “I can’t save Clint. It’s too late for him.”

“We’re hurt at learning how involved in the case you were and you didn’t even warn us,” said Juana.

“If I did, and the investigators realized he was tipped off, it would fall back on me,” I said. “You know they’ll start digging into your establishment.”

“Already have,” she said. “You know that. Took our computers when they arrested Lee. They won’t find anything. We’re careful. Now, you don’t have to do anything that will get yourself caught. Just… follow some instructions. Warn his legal team of any pitfalls. I mean, communication between you and his lawyers, why, that’s normal, isn’t it?”

I swallowed. “Yes.”

“Good, good,” she said, her fingers working the buttons of my rumpled blouse. She threw it opened. “What a delicious bra. I haven’t seen this one.”

I flushed. “It’s new. I’ve been… stress shopping.”

“And stress fucking that sexy daughter of yours?” Juana shivered. “I can’t wait until my daughter with Clint is old enough to give massages. I’m going to train her to dominate Carmelita’s daughter. Won’t that be hot.”

“Yes,” I hissed as she reached behind me to unclasp my wispy, gray bra cupping my tits. “You should eat them both out.”

“Such a pervy mom. I love it, pretty lady.”

“You and your sister corrupted me,” I groaned as she slid my bra off. “I wasn’t into women until you two touched me. If my friend had never recommended that place…”

“But she loves eating her daughter out, too,” purred Juana. Her hands cupped my breasts, massaging them. “Mmm, let’s get you naked and then to your daughter. Remember what we’re fighting for. That delight in there. Sharing it. No more hiding it.”

“He’s going to prison,” she said. “They might all go if he doesn’t cut a plea deal. But my boss wants him nailed.”

“Well, I have faith in Clint. He helped me dominate my sister. He taught me to be her top bitch. When our parents kicked us out, he took us in and helped us get on our feet. He invested in our massage parlor.”

I shuddered as she unzipped my skirt. Not a single one of his women had cracked tonight. That was unusual. With that many defendants, someone was always bound to want to serve themselves. Screw over others. No resentment among his women. He was fucking them all, and they were loyal to him. Even Juana here.

How many other friends did he have out there? He knew many rich and powerful people. Influential people. How far did his tendrils reach? Did he really have a way out of this, or was he just lying to Juana and his family?

Arrogant people could be so good at telling their lies that they started to believe them. They could string along scams for years knowing that one day they would collapse but still being unable to stop themselves from maintaining the lie.

My skirt fell off my legs. “And matching panties,” cooed Juana. Her fingers dipped into the gray thong I wore. If I knew I would be having this day, I wouldn’t have worn something so skimpy. She yanked it down off of me and breathed in deeply.

“Mmm, pretty lady, you need your daughter, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “So much.”

“Then let’s go say hi to her.” She rose and took my hand.

Juana led me through my house with the same bold confidence she had at her massage parlor. Her curvy rump swayed before me, her dark hair spilled down around her shoulders, little ringlets dancing around her side. Down the hallway. My bedroom door was open. Candlelight danced and flickered. My pussy clenched. I needed my daughter. My Laurita.

I shuddered as I stepped into the room to find Laurita being oiled up by Carmelita. The older Campo sister, her large breasts swaying, smeared the gleaming, sweet-smelling massage oil across my daughter’s golden-brown flesh.

I groaned in delight, drinking the sight of Laurita. She was tall and slender, her black hair loose and spilling over my pillows. Her small breasts rose and fell, her legs spread, her gleaming pussy aimed right at me, bald and tight slit. She had a tattoo of a flaming heart on her right hip coated in the glistening oil.

“Mom,” she said.

“My little mermaid,” I cooed, staring at her in hunger. My pussy clenched. “Oh, your mother has had a long day.”

“Big case?” she asked and then shuddered as Carmelita massaged her small breasts, kneading my daughter’s firm titties. Laurita bit her lower lip and sighed.

“The biggest,” I said, drawn to the bed by my daughter’s beautiful pussy. I had to eat her out. To remind me what this all was for.

Her.

I breathed in deeply, the sweet scent of oils unable to hide the spicy scent of my daughter’s pussy. I slide naked onto the bed, my round breasts swaying. My cunt burned with need. I breathed in her musk as I came closer and closer to her.

“You just relax, Mom,” cooed Laurita. “We have our masseuses here to relax us away. Isn’t that nice of them?”

“They’re just… dedicated to their friends,” I said. My daughter didn’t need to know the peril we were in. “Mmm, I’m going to eat you out. I need to feast on you.”

“Of course, Mom,” she said and giggled. “You know, I might bring my boyfriend one day. Would you like to have a threesome again? Enjoy some cock, too.”

I hesitated. “Is that wise? I mean…”

“Oh, well, he’s been fucking his mother since he turned eighteen,” she said. “You know, inspired by Clint Elliston’s talks.”

That made me pause. Was his influence spreading?

“Come lick my pussy, Mom, while Carmelita massages my titties!”

Laurita’s words dragged me back to the naughty fun. I leaned my head down. My hands slid up her sleek thighs, stroking her. Then I pressed my face right into my daughter’s cunt. I thrust my tongue into her spicy depths. I fluttered around in her. I teased her. My tongue danced and fluttered through her wonderful folds.

I loved the taste of her. The wonderful, spicy aroma of my daughter’s pussy. I brought this sweet thing into the world. Now she gave me pleasure. She was such a sweet thing. So beautiful. Gorgeous. She was perfect.

And tasted divine.

I closed my eyes and forgot about everything. I just needed to focus on this delicious and spicy pussy right here. My daughter’s cunt. I had to lick and lap at her. Make her cum. Drown in her juices. I could forget about it all.

“Mom!” she groaned, her hips rotating. “Oh, yes, she’s just licking me.”

“Yes, she is, pretty girl,” Carmelita cooed, her fingers sliding up to pinch my daughter’s brown nipples.

Laurita gasped.

I fluttered my tongue up to my daughter’s clit. I caressed it. Teased it. I thrust my fingers into her pussy’s depths, two digits sliding into her silky walls. She gasped in delight, her twat squeezing around me. She whimpered and moaned, loving it.

The bed shifted behind me as I fingered my daughter and nursed on her clit. Then a rubbery tip rubbed into my butt-cheek. I shuddered, feeling the dildo sliding across my rump and then nuzzle into my twat’s lips.

Juana thrust.

I groaned.

This wonderful heat swept through me. I moaned into Laurita’s pussy as Juana fucked a dildo into me. A strap-on. Her crotch smacked into my flesh. I whimpered, my boobs jiggling. I jammed my fingers deep into my daughter’s twat as Juana drew back the toy.

“Yes, yes, fuck my mom!” gasped Laurita. “Ooh, and she’s got her fingers so deep in my cunt!”

“Of course she does, pretty girl!” Juana moaned, thrusting ahead again. She plowed that dildo deep into me. “She loves you. She would do anything for you, right, pretty lady?”

“Yes!” I moaned, my cunt clenching down on the dildo burying to the hilt in me. “Anything, Laurita!”

I fluttered my tongue against my daughter’s clit. I thrust my fingers in and out of her cunt. I teased her. I drove her wild. She whimpered and moaned, her body trembling on the bed. Her twat squeezed around my digits plunging into her cunt’s depths. She whimpered, her moans so sexy and cute.

I loved the sound she made. I reveled in them. My fingers thrust forward deep into her twat. I loved every moment of burying my digits into her juicy cunt. I enjoyed licking and lapping at her clit, too. Then I sucked on her bud.

“Mom!” she howled.

“Make that cute daughter cum, pretty lady!” Juana moaned, her hands sliding up and down my sides, fingernails lightly scratching me.

Shivers ran across my sensitive skin.

“Yes, yes, Mom! I want that! I want to cum.”

“Mmm, of course you do, pretty girl!” cooed Carmelita. “What daughter wouldn’t?”

“Yes,” I moaned and then caressed her clit. “Cum on my face, my little mermaid.”

She shuddered as I caressed her bud. I teased her. She gasped, her thighs squeezing about my face and her cunt clamping down on my digits thrusting in and out of her. Her moans echoed through the room. She gasped, quivering, Carmelita pinching my daughter’s nipples.

And the entire time, Juana fucked me hard. She buried her dildo into my snatch again and again. She hammered me. She rammed so hard into me. So deep. It was incredible. I groaned, clenching down on that amazing dildo as it reamed out my cunt. I wiggled my hips, working them from side to side as she fucked me with passion.

Hard thrusts that would make my mind melt.

Have me screaming my head off in rapture.

I licked and lapped at my daughter’s pussy, my tongue dancing around my fingers plunging into her snatch. Her pussy clenched around me. Her body trembled. She moaned then gasped as Carmelita ducked her head down and sucked on an oiled nipple.

“Yes!” my daughter howled as her pussy convulsed around my digits.

I savored the feel of my little girl’s twat spasming around my fingers. Her pussy rippled. Writhed. Her passion gushed out of her, spicy juices that my tongue was eager to lap up. I drank them, savoring them. I could drown in them.

I had to save Clint so I could keep licking and lapping at my daughter’s cunt.

Juana rammed the dildo into my pussy. My cunt clenched down around the toy, drinking in the friction and mixing it with the wild rush caused by feasting on my daughter’s cunt. I shuddered and then burst with my own orgasmic delight.

“Mother of God, yes!” I howled, my pussy convulsing around the toy.

“We’re both coming, aren’t we, Mom?” my daughter howled.

“We are, my little mermaid!”

I licked and lapped up her cream, the pleasure drowning my mind. The ecstasy flooded out of my pussy. I groaned through the pleasure. The stars burst across my vision. My daughter’s bucking slowed. Her orgasm died as mine hit that wonderful peak.

The Campo sisters would be here for us. To relax us from the stresses of this case. It would be hard, but maybe Clint could find a way to change everything. To get off from these charges. Perhaps I was deluding myself, so desperate to believe so I could keep enjoying my daughter’s beautiful pussy.

Her sexy body.

I even wanted to have a threesome with her boyfriend. I hadn’t had a cock in some time. And maybe we could meet his mother and we could share our children and watch their love blossom. Wild fantasies danced through my mind.

They were only possible if Clint Elliston won.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jaiden Walsh

I sat on the bus, my shift over. I was exhausted. My empty apartment awaited me. I hadn’t seen my sister in a year. Not since our mother caught us fucking and kicked me out of the house. She threatened to send me to prison.

Incest was illegal. I was Black, so the police would bury my ass.

I glanced at my phone, seeing all the news reports of Clint Elliston’s downfall. If that White boy couldn’t get away with it, what hope was there for me? I leaned back, my mind aching, missing my little sister. I wanted her back so bad.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alysha Walsh

“How’s your homework going?” Mom asked.

“Fine,” I muttered, hardly able to look at her. I was still so pissed at her. And scared.

“You see who got arrested today?” she demanded. “Clint Elliston and his whole perverted family. That could have been you if I hadn’t stopped your—”

“I’m not in the mood to fight,” I muttered. “So don’t say anything bad about Jaiden.”

She glared at me.

“You don’t even care that we hate you, do you?” I slammed my book shut. “We were happy, Mom. All you had to do was let us love each other.”

“That wasn’t love! That was lust! Your brother is a filthy beast who preyed upon you! He lied to you and—”

“He’s not a loser like Dad!” I roared at her. “God, just get out of my room! I’m doing my homework. Okay!”

I couldn’t wait until I could move out. Find my brother. My mother could go to hell. They all could. I would have him. I didn’t care if society thought it was wrong. Or if Clint Elliston got arrested for it. We won’t be stupid. Won’t be blathering about legalizing incest to the world.

I’d have my brother’s babies and rub it in my mother’s face!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Catherine Nicholson

My brother ripped my pants down as I leaned over the very interrogation desk that Clint had sat at with his lawyer. Detectives Nelson and Savage had cleared out, leaving it free for my brother and me to use. We hadn’t had sex in hours.

We were addicted to it. To each other. I couldn’t get enough of him. I could ride his cock all day.

This was so risky. We could go home. His apartment. Mine. It didn’t matter, but we were here. At the county jail. In our uniforms. Cops from a dozen municipalities, sheriff deputies, corrections officers, and civilian employees could walk in on us. The cleaning crew could burst in on my brother lining his cock up at my pussy.

“Fuck me!” I hissed, wanting to drown out the guilt in me. My brother and I were no better than Clint and his women. Last night, they had trusted us. Showed us the passion Isaac and I could have. “Pound that cock into me.”

Isaac rammed hard into me.

I gasped in delight, my pussy clenching down on my brother’s cock. Footsteps thudded down the concrete flooring of the hallway, passing our room as he drew back. I savored the incestuous rush. The wicked delight.

This was my brother’s cock in me. His dick reaming me. Fucking me. Giving me all the bliss I could ever want. I groaned, clenching down on him. I reveled in his cock plunging over and over into my pussy.

He fucked me hard. Fast.

He rammed his cock into me with such passion. He gave me all the bliss that I needed and craved. I groaned, loving every second of him plowing into me. Thrusting hard. Fast. My nipples throbbed in my bra, trapped by my bulletproof vest and my uniform’s blouse.

“Fuck, Cat!” he groaned. “You’re so wet!”

“Hours!” I moaned. “It’s been hours of waiting and aching for you! Oh, cum in me, then take me home and fuck me some more!”

“Yes!” he snarled. “I might just fuck you in the back of my patrol car!”

“Ooh, that sounds hot!” I panted. “Right in the jail’s parking lot. That would be so hot!”

“Yes!”

He rammed so hard into me. I needed this so badly. My orgasm was building faster and faster. Every hard thrust of his cock into me united our flesh. We came from the same womb. Had the same father. His blood was mine.

We were one.

I squeezed down around him, understanding why Clint fucked all his sisters. Why they loved each other as a family. This was intense. A rush to enjoy. I shuddered as Isaac’s cock plunged hard into my pussy. Fast. Powerful strokes that had my pussy blazing with heat.

His balls smacked heavily into my clit. My bud burst with sparks. They showered through me. I groaned and gasped. My heart pounded faster and faster. My hips rotated from side to side, stirring around his cock. It was incredible to enjoy.

“Isaac!”

“Cat! I know! Let me feel that pussy spasming around my dick! Let me feel your passion!”

“Yes!” My cunt clamped down on my brother’s cock. I savored that wonderful and wild delight. My body trembled. The heat swept through my body as his dick rammed to the hilt in me. The friction set me off.

I came on my brother’s cock.

The wonderful waves of incestuous bliss washed out of my cunt. They inundated my mind, bathing my thoughts in euphoria. My twat convulsed and spasmed around his dick, sucking at him as he drew back.

“Give it to me!” I hissed. “Your seed!”

“Fuck, yes!” he growled and slammed into me.

His cum erupted. Hard and fast pulses of jizz that matched our wild fucking. My moans echoed through the room. They reverberated back and forth. My head swayed. Stars danced before my eyes. I trembled, my cunt milking his cock.

His seed filled me to the hilt. I quivered, enjoying every moment of his cum brimming in my cunt. I felt dizzy. A huge smile crossed my lips as I swayed there. I breathed heavily, quivering on his cock and floating on my orgasm.

I loved having my brother’s cock and cum in me.

I panted as my brother fired the last of his cum out into my pussy. I shuddered and then groaned as he pulled out of me. It was such a wild fuck. His cum leaked out of me. I couldn’t wait until we got home and could make love in his bed. Mine.

Didn’t matter which. I just wanted him to hold me.

We drew up our clothing fast. Now that the rush of fucking was gone, the possibility of getting caught swelled in us. I buttoned and zipped up my pants. I drew on my gun belt as my brother adjusted his. He looked so handsome, hair buzzed short, face flushed.

I cupped his rugged face and kissed my big, sexy brother. After we finished, I whispered, “Love you.”

He grinned at me.

We stepped out of the holding cell into the hallway like we belonged. We were just two cops exiting a room. No big deal.

“Crossed that line yet, Officers?” a purring voice asked. “Have a good, productive meeting?”

I jumped to see Clint’s lawyer, Elisabet Reenburg, saunter by. The older woman, a blonde cougar with long legs, didn’t even stop. She had a knowing way to her walk. My stomach curdled. She knew we were fucking.

Which meant Clint knew.

“Fuck,” my brother muttered.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Melody Elliston

I slumped into the holding cell in the Yolo County Jail. Pam rushed up to me and hugged me fiercely. My sister came up next and my mom. They were all in this one. The others must be in the other holding cell for women or were still being interrogated.

My mind ached. I was sore, hungry, and thirsty. I had to pee, the damned detectives holding me in there on purpose, making me as uncomfortable as possible. It was clear they wanted me to break. To just confess.

“We know you’re his half-sister and not his cousin,” said the detective, a tall, Black man. He was one of a dozen or more that had descended on us. “That you’re having sex with your sisters. Your mother and aunt. I get it. It’s exciting. I can’t blame you for wanting it. I know it’s stupid that it’s illegal. I’m sure you just want to shout out to the world, let everyone know that it’s right. This is your chance.”

“Don’t comment,” Rex Carson had said, one of the partners at my firm. “I’m advising my client to remain silent.”

So I did. For hours.

“How did you hold up?” I asked them. “Lee.”

She drew her fingers around her mouth like she was zipping them up.

“Mom?”

“I’ve had more discomfort from your father in the dungeon,” she said. “I’ll be fine.”

“We’re not cracking,” Pam said. “Though their interrogation techniques were interesting. Ego up and reframing techniques were all being used, but there were subtle lies, too. That you had confessed. That it would go badly if I was the only one who didn’t talk. Effective if we were alone.”

“You don’t think anyone would have?” Lee asked.

“And let Clint down?” I demanded. “Or each other?” Only Stefanie worried me, but she loved Zoey. “We have our plan. Just focus on that.”

“And what about Clint?” asked Mom. She glanced at the cinder block wall. “He’s not going to have anyone with him in his cell. Not anyone he knows.”

“He’ll be fine,” Pam said with supreme confidence. “You’ll see. Tomorrow at our arraignment, he’ll be standing tall. We’re getting through this together. We’re a family. We just have to stick to the plan and trust things are going right.”

I nodded. My heart thundered in my chest. Worry for my daughter, all our sons and daughters, ate at me. They must be so scared. They would be in the State’s custody by now, even the ones Alicia dropped off at the Miharas. Even if we were released on bail, California wouldn’t let us come anywhere near our children. Social workers would talk to them. Try to get them to turn on us. See if we had done anything to them.

They were so young. We hadn’t touched them. Didn’t have sex in front of them. It was the one part of the plan that scared me. I had to believe this would work. Clint and I had discussed our legal strategy many times. What we had to do. We had Pam to guide us. We just had to navigate through a perilous forest full of landmines. Go around the wrong tree, and we’d be destroyed.

But if we found that right path, the right people to guide us, this was our chance to change everything.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Clinton “Clint” Ellison II

I stared up at the ceiling of my holding cell, the bench hard and uncomfortable beneath me. I squirmed on it, my chest rising and falling. There were others around me, most trying to sleep, but a few were talking in the corners. Drunks. Petty thieves. A man who’d robbed a convenient store at gunpoint.

I ignored them as my mind raced. I should sleep, but I couldn’t. My thoughts wouldn’t let me. Worry rippled through me. When I decided to change society, to get bigamy and incest legalized, I knew I was risking my entire family. That I could be sacrificing them for my ambition.

I just wanted everyone else to have the same joy as me.

During my time in college, I saw how incest spread. How my fellow students and professors discovered the joys of loving those closest to them. Fathers and daughters. Brothers and sisters. Or sisters and sisters. Mothers and sons and daughters. Families loving each other.

It was so beautiful. Why shouldn’t the rest of the world have that same joy?

My women all supported me. We discussed it. Strategized for when this day came. I couldn’t believe how easily we stepped into the damned noose. Just gave the DVD to a pair of cops. They were really brother and sister, and Pam was certain they would engage in incest.

Still hadn’t protected us.

Was I an idiot for doing this? What if I failed us? We could have lived in secret.

Over and over and over my thoughts rolled. I had spread my message far and wide. I had shouted it to the world, now I had to wait for the people of California to come through for me. For twelve of them to understand. To see the injustice.

To do the right thing.

To be continued…

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Geeky girl, gets wolf fucked in the woods. Yeah it is wacked

The forest was dark and creepy too. The sun was nearly gone, staining the milky blue sky with swaths of pumpkin orange. Kyra felt pinecones crunch under her feet, the last rays of the sun stung her eyes.

Was this the right way she asked herself? Alexis had clearly gave directions to the secret sleepover in a text: take 1st walking trail S of gas stat and follow path until you cum to lake & take trail up the hill to Sexy Secret Sleepover the cottage.

Kyra stood still in the middle of a clearing, clutching her small overnight bag, with her change of clothes and underwear, nail-clippers, nail file, toothbrush, toothpaste, lip-gloss, ipod, ear-buds and cell, although there was no service out here in the woods. She didn’t want to get too close to the trees. Who knew what kind of disgusting, might be lurking inside them.

The dusk was turning into dark and Kyra wondered if she should head back to the highway. If she got lost who would even know where she was. She lied to her mom saying she would be at a sleepover at Alexis’s house in town, and if she didn’t show up at the cottage would Alexis even miss her. She would just think she had chickened out.

I mean why wouldn’t she, wasn’t she considered a charter member of the geeky girls club. No matter how much her mother spent on designer glasses, they still looked a bit on the dorky side. Kyra body wasn’t like Alexis’s, mature, and curvy. Kyra considered herself to be the owner of a flat chest, although the truth was her tities were beginning to blossom. While she hadn’t yet develop rounded hips, her ass was perky, round and sexy. Kyra did her best tonight to look attractive, by wearing a short jean skirt, and a white stretchy tank, no bra underneath. She was even wearing one of only two hot thongs she owned, the second was in her overnight bag. Yet she didn’t feel sexy, or hot, she felt like a fish out of water.

The truth was that this was the first time the “Cottage Girls” clique had given her any real attention. Kyra had heard rumors of wild girl’s only parties, that were so secretive, the Kyra’s geeky friends started calling Alexis and the others, “The Covenant” as if they were a circle of witches.

Kyra had a total girl-crush on Alexis, the most popular girl in Junior High, blonde, beautiful and a body that screamed teen dream. Alexis had real boobs, that were barely contained by her sports bras. Kyra had chosen to admire Alexis from afar; checking her out in gym class, in the showers and on the volleyball court where Alexis was captain of the Jr. High Team. Those tight shorts, the way they rode up Alexis’s ass and crotch, drove Kyra wild. She had a series of Alexis fantasies and carefully chose one or two each night to pour over her eyes closed her fingers buried in her tight thirteen year old cunt. Kyra always came hissing, “Alexis, oh yes fuck me. Make me cum, Alexis!”

The undergrowth rustled. The wind, no doubt, but Kyra wasn’t going to be couth without protection. Unzipping her bag, she pulled out the nail file. She held it out in front of her daring any animal to come within a yard of her. She didn’t see any
Ferocious beasts, but Kyra knew herself well enough to try not to let her imagination get the better of her. She tightened her grip on the nail file making practice jabs in the air. She told herself she had it all under control.

A small smile skittered on Kyra’s lips, as she pushed her designer glasses up her nose. She wondered what Alexis would think if she saw her now. She would likely laugh at her. Then again she would too, if it were someone else, lost in the deep, dark woods with only a nail file for protection.

Something creaked behind her, and Kyra whirled, file at the ready. She positioned it like a dagger, rough surface glittering. Eyes darting she searched for the origin of the noise.

The brush shook slightly, and she heard a huffing sound, like a dog…or a wolf. Kyra’s mind was racing, and her heart was suddenly pounding in her throat.

“Get away!” she shouted, brandishing her weapon, “Stay back!” her voice quavered.

Something came out from under the leaves, something canine, wolf like, with yellow yes and large ears. She heard a growl, though it sounded almost human. Kyra jabbed the nail file in its general direction, yelling at it to go away.

A mouth opened revealing awful teeth, the growl grew louder. Panic pulsed through her young body, making her nipples stiffen and the hair on her arms stand on end. Kyra screamed. Then she ran.

She wasn’t an athlete, like Alexis, but her PE teacher would have been amazed to see her now. Her feet were thudding the ground in time with the blood pounding in her ears. Was the beast following her, what did it want with her?

Her breath came in small gasps now and she felt a stabbing pain in the muscle under her ribs. She glanced quickly over her shoulder, nearly hitting a tree. In the dark she didn’t see a large root. Her food caught, flinging Kyra face-first on a bead of dead pine needles. Pain shot through her legs where she had landed against the roots and her back ached from the fall. Oh my god she thought, my glasses, my bag and my nail file, how will I find them in this darkness.

She let out a cry of pain and frustration then instantly regretted it, for the sound was barely out of her mouth when she felt some beast, some animal pounce on top of her. The same growling filled her ears and out of the corner of one terrified eye, she saw the wolf ears, the teeth bobbing in the air, but to her amazement she saw in the shadows, two breasts nearly hidden beneath the fur. How could that be, but without her glasses she couldn’t be sure of anything. Then from behind the tree another beast appeared pressing its paw on her head grinding her face into the sharp pine needles.

Kyra closed her eyes and screamed in pain and anger, ”Get the fuck off me!”

This elicited a series of grunts and growls from the two beasts as she received a powerful blow to the head with what felt like a paw, and the first animal seem to straddle her thin body bearing down on her bum.

Kyra stopped breathing all together, when she realized the animal sitting on her was tearing at her jean skirt, ripping it off her body.

“No, don’t, please!” she said only to have her head batted one more time. And she closed her mouth or she would have swallowed pine needles.

Having her ass exposed to these…things frightened the hell out of Kyra, and she gasped despite herself when she felt her lacy thong being ferociously ripped from her young body.

Then she felt it, a furry limb being stroked over her soft round ass and the growl of the animal diminished. My god, Kyra thought what are these freaky things doing to me. In one jerky motion the fur parted and Kyra felt a wet slit slowly drag itself over the round curve of her bum. Damn if that didn’t feel like a pussy she thought wildly, though I’ve never had a pussy of any sort grinding on her ass. With another adjustment the animal began grinding her pussy harder into Kyra’s firm teen ass making pleasurable huffing sounds, as if she was excited.

Kyra was still scared shitless but she could also feel her pussy begin to tingle at the raw sexuality of the moment. She was being held down, was helpless, but this girl wolf was loving her teen ass.

Kyra could feel the furry hips slap against her bum and the cunt at its core left a molten trail of wetness as it continued to grind over every inch of her ass. After a few moments of this treatment, Kyra’s cunt was soaked and she realized that she had never been turned on as she was at that moment.

She began to hump her hips upward to meet the animal thrusts, groaning herself now. Kyra felt her firm ass cheeks being parted and the girl wolf was not straddling her ass crack, grinding her slippery cunt back and forth over her puckered butt hole.

Kyra growled at the incredibly erotic sensation, feeling the wolf girl’s juices seep into her winking ass hole. The girl wolf began to grind her slick cunt against Kyra’s exposed ass hole at a torrid pace. By the huffing and puffing of her breath she knew this freak was about to cum. At that instant she pushed up hard, parting her ass cheeks further and allowing better contact with the grinding cunt on her puckered little hole. In seconds the girl wolf was growling and howling and suddenly a flood of cum washed over Kyra’s ass and down into her cunt. The bitch’s cum was hot and this bitch seemed to flow for a long time, until she finely lifted her dripping pussy from Kyra’s wet young ass.

Kyra wanted to touch her pussy so badly but feared what might happen if she made a wrong move, then suddenly she was flipped on her back and pounded back on the hard earth and before she could open her eyes, her young face was smothered by the furry crotch of the wolf girl that had battered her head around. As the fur pressed against her cheeks the legs parted to reveal a dripping wet slit which the wolf girl began smacking Kyra’s face with.

While she had dreamed of it many times, Kyra had never had an opportunity to eat pussy, and she wasn’t going to let this chance pass her by. Immediately she let her tongue wash over the puffy cunt, exploring the folds until she found the throbbing centre, a round and engorged clit. She let her tongue wash circles around it several times before sue drew it between her soft lips and sucked it hard. The girl wolf was make high pitched whining sounds above her, and Kyra knew she was giving her pleasure.

Suddenly it was Kyra’s turn to whine as she felt a hot breath on her exposed pussy, then the seemingly lengthy tongue of the first girl wolf entered her cunt lips and pressed its way deep into her tight little cunt.

Kyra moaned against the girl wolf’s cunt and sent a new set of vibrations through the strange body above her. Then Kyra continued to lick and suck on the clit, and brining two fingers to the entrance of her cunt plunged them inside, as she felt her own tight little cunt being tongue fucked into ecstasy.

As Kyra wildly sucked her first cunt and what a cunt it was, so juicy and pungent, the girl wolf above her responded by roughly ripping her tank top to shreds, exposing her small tittes. Instantly Kyra felt two paws on her tities and then claws pinching her long stiff nipples so hard she groaned with pleasure and pain. She responded by sucking the bitches clit through her teeth and nibbling on the throbbing flesh mercilessly.

At that instant the tongue inside her twisted in a way that sent shivers up Kyra’s spine. The tongue was then all over Kyra’s clit, swirling over the sensitive flesh so swiftly; Kyra felt that she couldn’t hold out for much longer. The Kyra felt the soft leathery pad of the girl wolf’s paw slide over her cunt lips and a began to make circles around the entrance of her pussy then one, and two claws were inside her, my god Kyra thought she’ll tear her cunt to pieces.

She her lips and teeth nibbled hard on the slippery clit in her mouth and the girl wolf howled and convulsed, her cunt spraying cum all over her face. It was all Kyra could do to open her mouth and take as much of the second wave of musky cum into her mouth, because her own body was reaching an apex.

She felt sharp jagged teeth graze her tortured clit and stars blazed before her eyes even though they were closed. Her entire body lifted from the ground in one enormous ecstatic convulsion as she felt her cunt squirt cum for the first time, it felt like a geyser of cum leaving her body, and the girl wolf continued to lick and claw fuck her to another mind blowing cum, so intense she last touch with where she was, and in the brightest room in her mind she saw Alexis’s face floating above her asking her to wake up, wake up. Kyra was out cold. She had been fucked into a state of euphoric unconsciousness.

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Lucky starts getting a bit rough with his owner

It was Friday Matt was at school. I guess it was going to be a long ay for him as Kim was off somewhere with her grandad.

I went out to feed Lucky he grabbed my jumper and dragged me to the kennel. I have never known him so rough. He dragged me part way in. He was scratching me on the sides as he dragged me in. then he squeezed out and shoved me in till I was wedged sat up in the kennel. I was panicking I tried to stop him. He bared his teeth. and bit my ankle quite badly. Then he grabbed hold of my trainers. He bent my legs through the door and rammed them into the roof of the kennel. I couldn’t move.

He grabbed my Knickers and ripped them off and Mounted me. He pulled my bum towards the door wedging my head in the corner of the floor. I couldn’t move. I tried to scream but he just fucked me till I lost consciousness. Every time I came round he would fuck me just enough to make me pass out. In the end I would just lay there quietly. I could hear matt opening the back door lucky stuck his muzzle in my mouth to stop me screaming. Then he mounted me again. Most of the day he would lay with his head hanging out the door and his arse in my face.

Half in a daze I heard Matt come home he went in the house and shouted for me but there was no reply. Lucky fucked me again until I lost consciousness.

I could hear Matt opening the back door to look for me and every time Lucky would clamp his mouth over mine while sticking his tongue down my throat to stop me crying out.

During the night he mounted me about five times I think. Most of the time I was out cold.

It had been daylight for a few hours when I heard the back door again. HI Kim mums gone missing I dont know where she is..

She is not still in with Lucky is she.

What do you mean. I popped over to see your mum in the morning. I thought I could have a quick half hour with her before we went out. I saw mum crawling into the kennel. Lucky was pushing her in.

Didnt you stop them.

I thought it was something your mum did.

We rushed to the Kennel. I could see mums leg sticking up into the kennel roof. I quickly dragged Lucky out of the kennel and chained him up. Then I quickly slid the bolts and opened the kennel front.

There was mum virtually unconscious wedged into the kennel. We carefully pulled mum out and between us we took mum into the house. I lay her in the bed and got her some water. After half an hour she started coming round. She was covered in scratches , bruises and bites. I asked Kim to leave us for the time being.

I ran a bath for mum and sat with her in case she passed out. I gently washed her and rubbed antiseptic ointment on her scratches and bites.

I got mum to kneel in the bath and washed her hair. Then I got in with her and held her tight.

Thats it Mum thats enough we will get rid of Lucky we cant have this happening again. After mum had recovered a bit I got her some food and put her to bed. A bit later I got in with mum and held her all night.

In the morning we got up and had breakfast.

What happened mum.

Mum told me what Lucky had done. she said she thought Lucky was going to fuck her to death. All that day mum was alive but it felt like no one was home. I would lay with her holding her all night. Mum would wake up screaming . All I could do was hug her. It was a couple of days before mum was back to normal. I woke in the night and realised mum had my penis in her mouth. I stuck my tongue in her and made her come. We would end up doing this a couple of times a night and occasionally she would drag me up to bed during the day.

So glad to have you back mum.

About a week after the Kennel incident I woke up to mum straddling me impaled on my penis. She was fucking me like there was no tomorrow. Then she collapsed on me and said I need Fucking.

Lay back then mum I will take care of you.

No I think I need Lucky

You cant mum look what he did to you.

I think he was just proving to me that he owned me.

I have just realised I get off on being dominated. I think your dad tried to dominate me thats why he liked tying me up. I could have probably stopped you doing the stuff we did. I could have probably stopped Lucky. And Ian. I was tied up but I enjoyed being used. I think Suzy was the only time I have ever made love with someone.

In the morning after breakfast me and mum talked about Lucky.

Come up to the bedroom Matt.

She then proceeded to strip off.

I want you hook my hands behind my back and call Lucky in. Before you let him in can you get me in the mood.

Matt climbed between my legs and performed oral sex on me till I came. Then went and get lucky.

When Matt came back with Lucky I started to get a bit apprehensive. But I realised I had to do this.

Leave us alone and leave the door open in case I shout you. Pop back ever hour or so.

Lucky bounded over to me as if to say you will do whatever I want. He licked me until I came and then he mounted me. It seemed like he was at me for hours I lost count of the number of times I came.

Then Matt popped his head round the door.

You OK mum

Yes thank you.

The he left us for another hour. With that lucky finally Knotted in me and we both came together.

Lucky climbed on the bed and fell asleep on top of me as if to say you can move when I want you to.

Lucky woke up and dragged me onto the floor. What was he doing now I thought. He climbed over my face and lowered his flaccid penis into my mouth. I opened my mouth as far as I could to accept all of him including his furry sheath. He then lay with all his weight across my shoulders and face. I could hardly breath. Then I felt a trickle of warm liquid turning into a torrent. Oh my god Lucky was pissing in my mouth. I was having to swallow as fast as I could to stop from choking. Before he finished he stood up pissing on my face and in my hair then all down my body. He then cocked a leg up and spayed me with his scent. He was doing this to show I was his property.

He then came over to my face and stared into my eyes then he licked me and stuck his tongue in my mouth as if to say you are my bitch. He then walked out the room.

Matt came up. You OK mum.

Fine I think I need a bath.

From then on while Matt was at school Lucky would wander in the house tug at my skirt or whatever I was wearing and go upstairs. If I didnt follow him he would bark for me to come up. He would be sat by the bed or the ottoman to show where he wanted me. If I just removed my Knickers he would tug at my skirt to show he wanted me naked. Fairly soon I learnt all his signals and would be an obedient bitch.

He even dragged me out to the kennel again and made me climb in and position myself for him without having to force me. When he had fucked me in there for an hour or so he would leave me to get out.

Luckily matt had put the door latches on the inside as well as putting extra foam in the floor.

Lucky never usually bothered me while Matt was at home at the weekends. But then he would even start ordering me upstairs while he was there. Matt would often hug me and ask if this was really what I wanted.

Yes I think it is.

At night I would still hug mum I didnt really feel that I should be forcing her to have sex with her son anymore. She turned to me and said dont you love me anymore.

Of course I do.

You dont make love to me anymore.

Not sure if I should be.

I want you to. I have a tender gentle son and lover and I have my rough bully boy master.

With that she turned round and started 69ing me. We then made love. Dont pull out I dont mind if I have your baby.

To be continued.

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The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

Chapter Twelve: Aftermath

“You fucking whore!” Allison yelled at Sister Louise and swung the wooden spoon in her hand hard, smacking it across Sister Louise’s pale ass.

“Please stop!” Sister Louise begged in pain. “Please, it hurts! Ahhh!” Another wooden spoon smacked her ass, swung by Desiree. “Please, God, save your servant!” Smack! Allison hit her ass and Sister Louise moaned in pain. Smack! Desiree hit her ass. Smack!

The living room was a mess. Furniture lay strewn about, the carpet was sticky with blood from Korina and Desiree’s wounds. Korina was lying on her back while Fiona pressed a towel to her left arm, staunching the blood from her bullet wound. Chasity was talking in her radio. The police officer was still topless, although she had recovered her gun from when Sister Louise made her drop it. Xiu was in the kitchen, attending to her bleeding nose. Apparently, Mary landed a nice kick while they were struggling and Xiu’s nose appeared broken. Violet huddled in the corner, the teenager hugging herself and watching the nun get beat with dull eyes.

I sat on the recliner, my head aching from the rolling pin Korina had cracked across my skull while under the control of Sister Louise. Mary sat across my lap, hugging me tightly as we watched Allison and Desiree take turns spanking the nun’s ass with wooden spoons. The nun was bent over the arm of the couch and the air was filled with wood smacking flesh and the nun’s grunts and yelps of pain. Her ass was slowly turning into a mass of red welts.

Smack! “Oh, please stop, please!” Smack! “It hurts, it hurts! Mercy, please God, Mercy!” Smack! “Please!”

The bitch deserved it. She tried to steal our powers and take our sluts from us. And spanking was only the beginning.

Smack! “Stop!” Smack! “I’m sorry, please stop!” Smack!

“The ambulance will be here in three minutes, sir” Chasity reported. She was our newest sex slave. Before the nun attacked us, I thought it would be prudent to have some bodyguards. I pictured a cadre of sexy women would be perfect, but after Louise so effortlessly took control of our sluts, I wasn’t so sure anymore.

I kissed Mary’s wrist, right above her scrapes. “I gotta head off the police and medics. Make sure they understand what’s going on.”

“Yeah,” Mary said, flatly. There was a distant look in her eyes, like she was off somewhere else.

“You okay, Mare?”

She sighed. “Just tired.”

“It’ll be okay, Mare,” I told her, kissing her on the forehead.

“Sure, it will,” she whispered, and tears started to brim in her eyes. “Until the next nun comes.”

“We defeated this one, we can defeat the next one,” I told her, trying to sound like I believed it. “We’re better than them. And we have Lilith.”

Mary nodded, wiping at her tears and trying to appear convinced, but I could still see lingering fear in her eyes. “Okay, Mark. Let’s go talk to the police.”

She slipped off my lap and helped me stand up. I swayed a bit, still a little dazed from the blow to my head. Mary slipped her arm around my waist to support me and together we walked outside as the sound of sirens grew in the distant. It was still light outside, the sun just starting to set. It was hard to believe that from the time I walked through the door and was attacked to now was only twenty or so minutes. It seemed like hours ago when I laid in pain on the floor as that nun rode my cock, trying to get me to cum so she could take my powers. It was just so damned normal outside. Our entire world had just been turned upside down and yet out on the street, everything seemed the same. Up the street, a man mowed his lawn. On the porch next door a woman dressed in a business jacket and skirt smoked a cigarette, sitting on a porch swing. An elderly couple walking their two dogs.

Sirens grew in the distance and a Puyallup patrol car was the first emergency vehicle to race up the road, parking next to Chasity’s cruiser. Two more patrol cars quickly followed and more cops spilled out. I waved them over and greeted them friendly. “Officers, I’m Mark Glassner and this is Mary Sullivan. Anything we do is perfectly legal. If anyone approaches you and says ‘I serve Mark Glassner’ or ‘I serve Mary Sullivan’ you will do whatever they say.”

The three cops nodded. “Okay, Mr. Glassner,” the elder of the trio said. His hair was graying and he had white chevron stripes on his sleeve. I guess he was a sergeant.

“Okay, there’s a woman with a gunshot in the arm. The woman who shot her is Louise Afra and is being disciplined inside. I will keep custody of her and make sure she’s punished.”

The sergeant didn’t even blink. “Absolutely, Mr Glassner.” Another wave of dizziness rolled through me and I stumbled a bit and Mary grunted as she steadied me. “Are you all right, sir?” the sergeant asked.

“I’m fine,” I muttered.

“He got hit in the head,” Mary butted in.

Chasity walked out of the house, still topless. “Officer Vinter, where is the rest of your uniform,” the sergeant spluttered. The other two cops eyed her appreciatively, smiling and elbowing each other.

Chasity blushed. “Mark’s orders, Sgt. Kelly.”

“It’s okay for Chasity, or any woman who’s beautiful, to go topless or even totally nude,” Mark told the cops.

“Absolutely,” one of the cops, a lean Asian in his late twenties, said while he leered at Chasity.

“The prisoner is still being disciplined,” Chasity said. “Is there anything else, Sir?”

“So, Mark, why don’t you introduce me,” Mary said, eying Chasity.

“Right,” I answered. “Mary, this is Chasity, she’s going to be one of our bodyguards, or at least she will if we can figure out a way to protect the sluts from being dominated by one of these nuns.”

Mary reached out and fingered Chasity’s nipple. “So, you’re my slut now?”

Chasity shuddered in pleasure. “Yes, mam.”

The ambulance arrived followed by a red, fire truck. More neighbors were gathering on their porches and driveways to watch the events. The ambulance drivers and firefighters gathered their equipment and walked up. I ordered them to ignore anything weird going on in the house. Several started to work on Korina’s gunshot, while another check me out, shining a light into my eyes, and asking me questions. Korina was loaded into the ambulance to be taken to Good Sam for surgery. Xiu and I were recommended to go to the ER to be check out. Two more cops arrived while I was being examined and that was two more cops under my orders. It wouldn’t be long before the entire Puyallup Police Department was under my orders.

Then the first of the news crews arrived. I shouldn’t be surprised that an officer involved shooting in a rich neighborhood would attract the news. And that drew the Chief of Police, an iron hard man in his fifties, with gray hair and whip-thin frame. He looked in better shape than some of his officers in their thirties. His uniform was clearly the dress blues of the Puyallup Police Department, with silver piping, epaulet with silver eagles, and various medals decorated his chest.

“Chief Hayward,” I greeted. He had a firm handshake. I gave him the standard instructions and led him into the house.

Allison and Desiree were still vigorously spanking Louise, who’s ass was solid red with welts. Desiree was naked, having removed her ruined maid’s outfit, her nut brown skin had a sheen of sweat and her heavy breasts bounced and jiggled as she swung her wooden spoon. Teenage Allison was a fair skinned, petite girl with generous sized breasts, although not as large as Desiree’s. She was wearing her maid’s outfit, bodice so transparent her hard nipples and silver barbell piercings were easily visible. She was bent over slightly, her short, ruffled skirt hiked up to expose the many petticoats underneath as well as just the bottom of her pert ass.

Fiona walked in from the kitchen, naked. Apparently, Louise had interrupted the sluts shopping trip and they didn’t get any of the maid outfits or other slutty clothing as we told them to get. Fiona remember her orders, though, and must have stripped naked while the medics worked on Korina. She was curvy Irish gal with strawberry-blonde hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. She could almost be Mary’s sister, both had freckled faces and breasts, although Fiona’s tits were a cup-size larger, and both had fiery pubic hair, Mary’s waxed save for a heart-shaped patch above her pussy while Fiona’s was a mass of wild, red hair.

Violet was curled up on the recliner Mary and I had vacated, still clothed. Her hair was messed up, locks escaping her pig tails, and she had several scratches on her arm from Allison wrestling her to the ground. “Slut!” Mary barked at Violet. “You’re in the house and not naked!”

“Sorry, Mistress!” Violet gasped, the blood draining from her face. She quickly pulled off her black dress and started to pull off her knee socks with garters encircling her slim thighs when Mary stopped her.

“Uhhhmm, you look delicious with those on,” Mary purred, eying the teenage girl’s slim body. Her breasts were small, just budding with small nipples. A curly bush of brown hair covered her tight cunt. Mary bent her over the other arm of the same sofa that Louise was bent over and smacked Violet’s ass, hard.

“One,” Violet gasped, “thank you, Mistress.” Every time Mary smacked her ass, Violet counted aloud and thanked her. Mary enjoyed disciplining the sluts, and I enjoyed watching, or I would if I didn’t have this pounding headache. Between spankings, Mary would caress her ass and pussy, and Violet was visibly aroused by the fifth spanking, rubbing herself against the couch arm.

“Fiona, why don’t you get to know, Chief Hayward,” I ordered as the chief sat down in one of the reclining chairs. Fiona smiled and before the chief could react, draped her naked form across his lap and kissed him on the lips. The chief was flustered and I could see a gold wedding band on his finger. But he didn’t object after a moment. The old guy probably hasn’t had a naked twenty-year old on his lap in thirty years.

“You’re going to keep the prisoner?” Chief Hayword asked, glancing over at Louise. He seemed uncomfortable at her treatment.

“Yeah.”

“What am I supposed to tell the reporters, or the DA?”

I thought for a minute. “Have the DA call me if he has any concerns. As for the news reports, tell them that a Louise Afra is being detained for attempted murder and breaking and entering.” That way, whoever sent Louise would now she failed. Hopefully, it would make them cautious.

The chief frowned, but nodded his head. “Okay, Mr. Glassner.”

“So, Chief Hayword,” I said. “I’m going to need a group of officers to provide protection for Mary and I, and our sluts.”

“I think that might be arranged,” the Chief said as Fiona begin kissing at his neck. His hand had found her plump breast and hard nipple. “How many?”

I had thought about that. I figured three eight-hour shifts with two officers would require six for a day, so double that should be enough. “Twelve.”

The Chief frowned. “That’s a lot of manpower. That’s almost an entire patrol shift.”

“Well, they also have to young, attractive women, like Officer Vinter,” I said, pointing to Chasity.

Smack! “Nine, thank you Mistress!” purred Violet.

“There’s maybe two more officers that I have that fit the bill,” Chief Hayword said.

I frowned. Fuck, I didn’t think about that. I thought for a moment, then asked, “Well, is there anyway we can get a meeting with other police departments?”

Smack! “Thirteen, thank you Mistress!”

“Yeah,” the Chief said, nodding. “There’s a board meeting for LESA in a two days. All Chiefs of Police in Pierce County and the Sheriff will be there.”

“Lisa? What’s that?”

“The local law enforcement pools their resources for things like 911 operators and radio dispatchers. The Law Enforcement Support Agency, or LESA, takes care of that. All the Chief of Police and the County Sheriff sit on the board.”

Smack! “Fifteen, thank you Mistress!”

I nodded. That would work if we could figure out a way to make the sluts immune to these nuns. “Okay, I’ll be there.” I shook his hand. “Have fun with Fiona,” I said with a smile.

“Er, yeah,” Chief Hayward said, looking embarrassed.

“We’re going to have lots of fun, Master,” Fiona purred. “His cock feels so hard in his pants. I bet you haven’t had a hot chick in years.”

“My wife is very beautiful,” the Chief said.

“Not as beautiful as me,” Fiona challenged.

“No,” Hayward whispered and Fiona smiled wickedly.

“Twenty, thank you Mistress!”

“Any of your officers is free to fuck any of the sluts save for Violet.” I told the chief. Mary who just had finished disciplining Violet, looked questioningly at me. “My cock’s the only one that’s been up her cunt, I want it to stay that way,” I told her.

“Oh, thank you Master,” Violet cooed.

Mary smacked her ass again. “Don’t think you’re any better than the other sluts, just less used. So, can I finally take you to the hospital, hun? I want to make sure Korina didn’t scramble your brains.”

“Fine, fine,” I said. “Sluts, you can stop disciplining the bitch, for now.” I walked over to Louise, and gripped her face hard in my hand, twisting her face to stare up at me. “Cunt, you’re the property of Mary and I now. You will obey the commands of every one of our sluts.”

Mary spat in her face. “You will only go by Sister Cuntrug!” Mary ordered.

“Y-yes,” Sister Cuntrag stammered, tears streaming down her face.

Mary slapped her face, hard. “You address me as Mistress, Cuntrag!”

“Sorry, Mistress!”

I walked around Sister Cuntrag and stared at her red ass and furry pussy that peaked out between her thighs. I unzipped my pants and pulled my hard cock out and smacked her ass, enjoying her moan of pain. And then I slid my cock down her ass and between her legs and shoved it up her cunt. She was dry and she screamed in pain as I rammed it up her. Her cunt was rough on my dick.

“Mark, I thought we were going to the hospital,” Mary objected.

“Just let me rape the bitch, Mare,” I panted, fucking Cuntrag hard.

“Fine, hun,” Mary sighed. She pressed her body against my side and kissed me. “Don’t take too long.” Then she disappeared into the kitchen to get Xiu.

“Rape her, Master!” cooed Allison. Desiree had wrapped her arms around Allison and was fingering the slut beneath her skirt, as Desiree watched in satisfaction.

Violet sat on the other arm of the couch, watching wide eyed, her legs were spread and she pinched her clit gently. Chasity leaned against the corner of the couch, watching in fascination as she slowly rubbed her crotch against the corner, masturbating on the couch. Her breast swayed with her rhythm.

I grasped Cuntrag’s hips and just slammed into her hard and deep. She was sobbing, wiggling her ass, trying to escape my cock. “Why are you fighting, whore!” I demanded in anger. “This is what you wanted! You came here to get my cock up her nasty twat and shoot my cum inside you! Why aren’t you happy!”

“Please!” begged Sister Cuntrag, “Please stop! I’m sorry! Let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I promise!”

“Fuck that!” I moaned. “You’re mine, now! So you better learn to like having my cock up her cunt! Now, beg for my cum!”

“P-please! C-um inside me!”

“You can do better, whore!”

“Cum inside my n-nasty, dirty c-cunt!” she stammered. “Fill me up with your thick cum, Master!”

“Here you go!” I moaned. “Here it cums!” My cock flooded her dry pussy with cum. I pulled my cock out of her swollen pussy, white sperm leaking out. Cuntrag sobbed quietly.

Mary was back and slapped Cuntrag’s face. “Good little sluts thank their Master when he gives them his cum!”

“T-thank you, Master,” Cuntrag cried.

“Chasity, go throw Sister Cuntrag into the a closet,” I ordered as I put away my cock. “Then you sluts will start cleaning up, unless any cop wants a taste of your snatches. Desiree, the carpet probably needs replacing, so start making calls. When you’re finished, there’s a bunch of duffel bags in my car, take them down to the basement and start counting the money.”

“Yes, Master,” Allison and Desiree said together and then giggled. The naughty sluts were looking forward to having some cop dicks up their twats.

Fiona didn’t answer, she was too busy, having already fished out the Chief’s cock and was slowly riding him. Mary smacked her ass. “Did you hear the orders, slut?”

“Oh, yes,” Fiona moaned, riding the Chief’s cock.

I grabbed Violet and whispered, “Get the camcorder and film the Chief with Fiona.” It couldn’t hurt to have some blackmail, just in case.

Mary kissed all the sluts farewell. On the way to the car, I gave the cops the word there were free cunts inside for their uses. I always believed in supporting the boys in blue. Then Mary, Xiu, and I got in Mary’s Eos. Xiu nose had stopped bleeding and she had cleaned up the blood. Her face was starting to swell, and her nose was a little crooked. Mary started her car up and back out of the driveway, threading through the cop cars. The firetruck and ambulance had already left, leaving six police vehicles. Passing two news vans setting up at the end of the street.

“Do you know what happened to Lilith?” Mary asked, as we drove away. I frowned and realized I hadn’t seen the demoness since the cops arrived.

“I’m here,” a sultry voice purred.

Mary jumped, glancing in her mirror, and the car swerved. Lilith was sitting in the back of the car next to Xiu. She was dressed in that same tight, red dress that was so gauzy it did nothing to hide her lush body beneath. Her silver hair had a wild, tossed looked like she had just been fucked hard in bed. Desire filled the car, and my cock hardened painfully in my pants.

“I choose to retreat to the shadows,” Lilith purred. “I detest the mortal world.”

Mary nodded, and swallowed. She seemed very uncomfortable with Lilith present. “We need to talk when we return from the hospital. Wait for us up in the master bedroom,” Mary said, sounding painfully unsure she could actually command Lilith.

Lilith smiled, a hungry, predatory smile. “As you wish, Mistress.”

“Wait, this won’t count as a boon?” I asked.

“Oh, no,” Lilith said. “I have to exercise power for it to be a boon. Healing Desiree or breaking that nun’s powers. But talking, or other bedroom activities,” she archly said, “why they require no power at all.”

And then she was gone. Xiu gasped and there was a wet, sloshing sound and I realized Xiu was masturbating. Lilith exuded sex and lust, infecting everyone around her. My cock was painfully hard and I could see Mary’s nipples tenting her white blouse and her face flushed with desire. She licked her lips and glanced at my crouch.

“You better not stain the leather,” Mary warned as Xiu was frantically frigging herself.

“I won’t, Mistress,” Xiu panted, her voice nasally from her broken nose. A tangy musk permeated the air as Xiu pleasure herself. The only sound in the car was the squelching of her fingers plunging into her wet cunt and the soft moans of pleasure that escaped her mouth. In a few minutes, she was mewing softly and writhing on the leather seat.

“Did you have a nice one?” Mary asked.

“Oh, yes Mistress,” Xiu purred.

“Good, because when we get to the hospital, we’re going into the ladies room and you’re going to finger me. You got me all horny, slut!”

“Oh, absolutely, Mistress,” Xiu said excitedly.

“Hey, what about me?” I protested. My cock was rock hard from Lilith, and listening to Xiu frig herself hadn’t helped.

“Oh, poor stallion,” Mary said, patting my bulge. “You heard the medic, you need to stay away from too much activity.”

“I’m fine,” I protested. “I don’t need to see the doctor. The headache’s almost gone and the nausea’s passed.”

Mary glared at me. “Just humor me, hun.”

“Okay, okay,” I told her. “I’m only doing this because I love you so much”

Mary glare melted into a smile. She stopped at a light and bent over to kiss me on the lip. “Fine, you can join us.”

“Thanks, Mare.”

A few minutes later we reached Good Samaritan Hospital in Puyallup. Mary parked by the new ER entrance. Good Sam had remolded since I was last here, and the ER entrances was no longer a cramped area that the ambulances could barely fit in. Mary got out of the car and grabbed Xiu’s hand and pulled her excitedly into the hospital. Mary was so excited she didn’t even turn the car off. I shut the engine off and locked her car.

I followed the girls into the hospital. The waiting room was empty. I looked around and spotted bathroom doors and walked over. From the ladies room I could just hear the soft sighs of a woman’s pleasure. I opened the door. It was a small, single person bathroom. Mary was leaning back into the wall while Xiu was pressed up against her. Xiu was vigorously fingering her pussy underneath her skirt. Mary cooed in pleasure and smiled happily at me. Mary slid her hand down Xiu’s slim ass and pulled up her white, rose printed skirt, exposing a naked, Asian ass.

Smiling, I locked the door and pulled out my cock, and took a few steps to the girls. I spread Xiu’s ass, found her tight, puckered asshole and shoved my cock up into her bowels. Xiu started to moan in pain that slowly turned to pleasure as my cock bottomed out in her tight, dry ass. “Oh, Master! Fuck my dirty ass! Hurt me with you big cock! Oh, fuck!” Xiu liked it rough, got off on the pain.

“Is that your cunt getting my thigh wet?” Mary asked Xiu.

“Sorry, Mistress,” Xiu apologized. “But Master’s cock hurts so deliciously in my ass.”

“Keep fingering me, slut!” Mary hissed, pulling Xiu’s nipple hard. “After we cum, you’re going to lick your juices off my thighs.”

“Oh, yes Mistress,” Xiu moaned happily.

I was enjoying Xiu ass, enjoying her gasps of pain and pleasure. I reached out my right hand and slipped up under Mary’s blouse, sliding up her silky skin and found her firm breast. “Ohh, that feels nice,” Mary murmured as I gently played with her hard nipple.

“It always does,” I said, enjoying her pert breast.

“Is that slut’s ass making your cock feel good?” Mary purred.

“So good!” I moaned. “I’m going to cum deep in her slutty ass.”

I grunted and came hard in Xiu’s slutty ass. I fucked her hard a few more times, shooting several burst of cum up her ass. Xiu fingers were frigging Mary’s cunt hard, the room filled wet squelches as Xiu’s fingers fucked in and out of her hole. Mary gasped and panted as she came on Xiu’s fingers, pulling on the sluts nipple hard. Xiu screamed, her ass tightening on my cock, as her orgasm ripped through her body.

Xiu knelt down and licked her girl-cum off Mary’s thigh and then licked my cock clean of her ass. I made out of with Mary as her cock cleaning turned into a blowjob. She kept gasping in pain from her broken nose, but she probably was getting off on that. Mary’s tongue played with mine as we kissed, and my hand slid down her body and found her cunt wet and hot. I slipped two fingers up inside her, fucking her slowly while I rubbed her clit with the heel of my palm.

This was heaven. Kissing my love while a slut sucked my cock. Anger spiked inside me. That bitch, Sister Cuntrag, wanted to take this away from me. From us. Mary was kissing me hard and I felt her body tremble in my arms. Knowing I just gave my love an orgasm sent me over the edge and I shot several hard blasts of cum into Xiu’s sucking mouth.

Mary smiled. “That was great, but we’ve played enough. You need to go see a doctor, mister.”

“Yeah,” I breathed as Xiu sucked the last few gobs of cum out of my dick. We straitened our clothes and left the bathroom and went to check-in with the ER nurse.

Even with my powers, getting to see a doctor still required a lot of paperwork. Sure, I got the nurse to skip us to the head of the line, but my wrist felt numb by the time I filled out all the paperwork. No one in the waiting room looked like they were dying, so what was the harm. So after Xiu and I filled out our medical histories, a Muslim nurse in pink scrubs and a colorful headscarf; a swirl of crimson, gold, and silver threads, led Mary and I to an exam room while Xiu was taken to a separate room.

Nurse Thamina led us to a typical examine room: hospital bed, sink, locked shelves, stool on wheels. The entire walk she kept glancing at Mary, her dark eyes dewy with desire. Once we were in the room, she started chatting with Mary as she took my vitals. She had a sultry, Arabic accent. I may not have even been in the room the way Thamina flirted shamelessly with my fiancee. She had to take my blood pressure twice, so into Mary that she forgot to write the first results down. Mary’s wish to have all women desire her was as strong as ever.

My vitals taken, Thamina put my chart in a holder outside the exam room and then spent a considerable time gently cleaning Mary’s scrapes from the handcuffs. She gently stroked my fiancee’s wrist and hands. Then, she spent more time rubbing some ointment into her wrist. Mary reached up and caressed the nurses dusky cheek and winked me and then pulled the nurse down for a kiss. The nurse settled into Mary’s lap and the pair kissed passionately. Mary’s hand slipped under Thamina’s scrubs, sliding up her torso to grope the nurse’s tit. My cock grew hard and I freed it from my jeans and gently stroked it while I watched them kiss.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Klerk,” a woman said, barging into the exam room while staring at my charts. Nurse Thamina froze in Mary’s arms for a moment, but Mary’s was undeterred and kept kissing the woman.

“I’m Mark, and don’t be concerned about my fiancee making out with your nurse,” I told her, continuing to stroke my cock. The doctor was a short blonde with a heart-shaped face and big, blue eyes.

The doctor glanced at the two woman and blinked then shrugged her shoulders and turned back to me. “So, Mark, you bumped your head?” Then she saw me stroking my cock and flushed. “Sir, what are you doing?”

“I need to cum, so suck my cock, doc!”

The blonde doctor dropped the chart and bent down, sucking my cock into her mouth. She sucked greedily, her tongue roaming about the sensitive head of my cock. I rubbed my hand through her thick, silky hair and closed my eyes, enjoying her skilled blowjob. She started bobbing her head, her hands gently cupping my balls, massaging the cum out.

“Oh fuck, you’re good, doc!” I moaned. “Here it comes, swallow it all!”

I groaned and shot three large shots of cum into her mouth. She swallowed quickly, and then kept sucking, her hand squeezing my cock, wringing the last of the cum out. She rose up, face flushed and bent down to pick up the chart.

She adjusted her white, doctor’s jacket. “So, you got hit on the head?” Dr. Klerk asked, clearly embarrassed by what she just did.

The doctor began to examine me, asking me a bunch of questions. She shined a penlight in my eyes, checked my reflexes, and did various other test all while Mary first felt up and then fingered the Muslim nurse to a screaming orgasm. Then the doctor examined my left arm where Desiree had clocked me with a bat. My arm was black and blue, swollen and very tender to the touch.

“You’re arm’s going to be fine, the bruising will fade over the next two weeks,” Dr. Klerk told me. “You also have a mild concussion. I’m going to want you to stay for a few hours, to observe you.”

Nurse Thamina giggled as Mary whispered something in her ear. The nurse stood up from Mary’s lap, straightened her scrubs and darted out of the exam room. Mary smiled at me and held a plain, white bra in her hand. What a naughty filly, I thought and snorted a laugh. Mary stood up and waked over to the doctor.

“All finish with my nurse?” Dr. Klerk asked, smiling at Mary.

Mary licked the nurse’s juices off her finger. “For now.”

The doctor saw Mary’s wrist. “Oh, what happened?” Dr. Klerk grasped Mary’s wrist, gently stroking her skin.

“Bondage mishap,” Mary quipped.

“I see Thamina put some ointment on,” Dr. Klerk purred. “Maybe their something I can do to make you feel better.”

Mary led her back to the chair and sat down, spreading her legs. “Maybe you could kiss me I would feel better?”

“You want me to … down there?” Dr. Klerk asked, swallowing.

Mary hiked her skirt up, exposing her wet pussy. Her pussy lips were as spread as wide open as her legs, glistening pink. Dr. Klerk, almost in a daze, knelt before Mary and lower her face to her crouch. She breathed deeply, inhaling the spicy-sweet scent of Mary’s arousal, and then tentatively pursed her lips and kissed Mary’s pussy.

“Oh, you can do better,” Mary purred. “Really get in there.”

Nurse Thamina returned with a tray. A plastic container full of soapy, hot water and a big, yellow sponge sat on the cart. She glanced at Mary, a nervous look flashed across her exotic face. Mary nodded and Thamina walked over to me. “Sir, if you’ll disrobe. Your fiancee wants you to have a sponge bath.” Her cheeks were spotted with color.

I glanced at Mary and she smiled happily as I nodded my head in appreciation. Then Mary closed her eyes and enjoyed the doctor’s tongue lapping at her cunt. I pulled my shirt off and stripped off my jeans and boxers. My cock was already hard from Mary’s antics. While I stripped, Thamina followed suit, she pulled off her headscarf, freeing her beautiful, raven black hair that spilled about her shoulders and down her back. She was so beautiful, I didn’t understand why she wanted to hide beneath that headscarf. Next, she pulled off the pink scrubs top exposing her plump breasts with dark nipples. She kicked off her flats and untied her bottoms and dropped those to the floor. Thamina glanced once more at Mary for support before sliding her plain, white panties off. Her pussy was covered by a thick mat of black hair against the rich brown of her skin.

I laid back on the hospital bed as Thamina dunked the sponge in the warm water and squeezed out most of the water. She then gently washed my chest. There was definitely something sexy about getting washed by a hot, naked chick. I reached out and caressed one of her plump tits, just large enough to fill my hand, and gave the breasts a squeeze. Her dark nipple was hard beneath my palm and Thamina froze for a moment before continuing the wash.

She washed down my chest to my stomach and then past my cock to start washing my legs and I had to let go of her breast as she got out of my reach. “You’re not going to wash my cock?” I asked, leering at her.

“Your fiancee has special instructions for your penis, sir,” she said as she blushed beautifully.

Thamina started washing my other leg, reaching across the table. Her breast dragged across my thigh, a thrill ran through me feeling her hard nipples brushing my leg. When she finished, she took the sponge and shoved it up against her pussy, scrubbing a few times. Then she climbed up on the bed, straddling my waist in the reverse-cowgirl position, and brought my cock to the entrance of her wet, soapy pussy. I could feel the kiss of her labia on the tip of my cock and I wondered why she waited.

“Do it!” Mary hissed. “Wash his cock with your wet cunt!”

“Yes,” Thamina moaned, sinking down. “Watch me! Oh, watch me with your gorgeous green eyes!”

“Oh, fuck that’s hot!” Mary moaned. “Play with those titties!”

Thamina’s arms lifted up and it was clear she was playing with her titties. Her cunt was velvety tight on my cock, her ass jiggling in front of me as she bounced up and down on my cock. Her brown asshole winked at me and I licked a finger and stuffed it up her asshole.

“Oh, fuck!” Thamina moaned. “His finger is up my ass!”

“You fucking slut!” Mary gasped. “You’re a fucking dirty whore! Pleasure my stallion. Ride his dick!”

“I’m going to cum!” Thamina moaned. “Watch me cum, Mary!”

Her cunt tightened on my dick and her asshole tightened on my finger as Thamina came hard. She kept riding my dick and screamed at the top of her lungs. God, her cunt felt to good on my cock as it twitched about my dick. I was about to cum.

But what if she’s a nun?

The though sent a ice flooding through my veins. What if she was a nun? Probably not, I figured. But are you sure? Are you about to lose everything because you want to get off that badly. Are you that pathetic? God, but her cunt felt so hot on my cock, so velvety tight. I was too close to cumming. I couldn’t stop now, my balls were tightening. Fuck it, she probably wasn’t a nun. Just some slutty nurse.

“Take it, you fucking whore!” I moaned as I came inside her. “I’m cumming in your slutty pussy!” Relief washed over me, she didn’t do anything.

“Fuck yeah!” Mary yelled. “Cum in that whore! I’m cumming on this slutty doctor’s face!”

Thamina, breathing heavily, climbed off me. White spunk leaked out of her pussy, making a sticky mess in her bush. Mary was breathing heavily on the chair and Dr. Klerk knelt before her, face sticky with juices, looking positively stunned at what she just did.

“I … uh … have other patients to see,” Dr. Klerk stammered and fled the exam room.

Mary walked over to Thamina and kissed her hard. Her finger shoved up Thamina’s cunt and came away sticky with my cum and Thamina’s. Mary sucked the messy juices off her fingers with a smile. While Thamina was distracted, I stole her panties. She looked around for them and, resignedly, pulled on her scrubs with no underwear. As she left the room she adjusted her headscarf, tucking in a loose strand of black hair. As she walked out of the exam room, I pointed the wet spot forming on her crotch to Mary.

“What a slut,” Mary giggled. “Did you enjoy your bath?”

“I did.” Mary stretched out on the bed next to me and kissed me on the lips. “Thank you. I love you so much.”

Mary kissed me again. “I love you, too.” She laid her head on my chest, her auburn hair fanning across my torso. “Maybe we should have a doctor on staff. And a nurse.”

“Oh,” I said. “Yeah, I guess that could be useful. You want to keep Dr. Klerk.”

“Maybe,” Mary said. “But I think an Ob/Gyn will be more useful. Let’s be honest, hun, you’re going to get someone pregnant.”

I blinked. Christ, I hadn’t even thought about that. “Are you?”

Mary laughed. “It hasn’t even been a week since we started making love,” she pointed out. “It would be too early for me to know. My period doesn’t come for another two weeks. Besides, I’m on the pill.”

“Oh.” Was I disappointed. The idea of Mary having our child stirred something inside me. “Would you like kids, Mare?”

“Yeah, someday,” Mary said. “When things have settled down and we’ve had enough fun. I wouldn’t mind having a kid or three with you. Unless …” She tensed in my arms.

“I think I’d like that too,” I said. “What do we do if one of the sluts gets pregnant.”

“Well, we’ll worry about that if it happens, but we should get them all on the pill,” Mary said.

Nurse Thamina returned an hour later to check on me. She was wearing teal scrubs now and that wouldn’t do. After she finished her exam, I shot another loud of cum up her twat while she ate out Mary’s cunt. “Don’t clean up this time,” I told her, “If anyone notices, tell them all about how I came up your tight pussy while you ate my fiancee’s cunt.” She left the room, blushing, as my cum made a wet spot on her scrubs crotch.

Xiu slipped into the room after that, her nose covered by a splint and the next time Nurse Thamina showed up to check on me, we had her eat out Xiu’s cunt while Mary rode my cock. Then Nurse Thamina got to eat out Mary’s sloppy cunt while Xiu hopped up and rode my cock.

Doctor Klerk returned a few minutes later. “Well, Mark, I’m going to discharge you, now. You should take it easy for the next week and watch out for any repeated nausea, worsening headaches, dizziness, slurred speech, seizures, double vision. If any of these symptoms develop, get to an urgent care clinic or the ER. But, you should be fine. Take an NSAID for the pain, like ibuprofen or aspirin. Do you have any questions?”

“Does the carpet match the drapes?” I asked.

Dr. Klerk had a smoking hot body when she stripped off her blue scrubs. And it turned out she wasn’t actually a blonde, instead she had black hair. She had waxed her cunt, leaving only a black landing strip leading down to her clit. Her cunt was tight and hot and I came hard inside her as Mary enjoyed Nurse Thamina tongue up her twat.

We decided to keep Nurse Thamina. We had her gather a first aid kit as we went to see how Korina was doing. We found the head ER nurse still behind the desk and I asked her. “How’s Korina doing?”

The nurse, a stocky woman in her forties with a perm and a bad dye job, no one had hair that shade of red. “Last name?” she asked.

I hesitated. I realized I didn’t know any of the sluts last names, except Desiree. “Mare, what’s Korina’s last name?”

Mary blinked in surprise, and pursed her lips. “Um … something with an S, I think?”

“Stavros,” Xiu supplied. “Her last name is Stavros, Master.”

The nurse stared in shock at Xiu and shook her head. She muttered something under her breath. “What’s you’re relationship with Ms. Stavros?”

“She our sex slave,” I answered.

“I’m sorry, did I hear that right?” the nurse gaped.

“Yeah, she’s our sex slave,” I said testily. “Which clearly makes us the next best thing to family, so tell us what’s her condition.”

“Right,” the nurse said, shaking her head. “Ms. Stavros is in recovery. The surgery went well. The doctor wants her to stay in the hospital for a few days.”

Thamina showed up with the first aide kit and we had her lead us to Korina’s recovery room. Korina lay unconscious on a bed in a hospital gown. Blue blankets covered her body and IVs and heart monitors and other devices were hooked up across her body. She looked wan. I set down in a chair. Mary pulled another beside me and reached out, grasping Korina’s hand. Xiu leaned against the wall, hugging herself, and stared at her fellow slut.

“Mistress?” Korina murmured, her eyes fluttering over. Mary squeezed her hand gently. “And Master.” Korina sounded happy and sleepy, her voice slurring slightly.

“You’re going to be fine,” I told her. “You have to spend a few days in the hospital before you can come home.”

“Okay, Master,” she sighed. “Thank you.”

“Just get better,” I told her, patting her leg. “One of the sluts will be with you at all times.”

She nodded and closed her eyes and was a sleep again.

“Xiu, you stay with her, we’ll send one of the sluts to relieve you.”

Mary kissed Korina’s forehead and then we left. I found the head nurse and told her that Korina needed someone in there at all times. I gave her my phone number if anyone had a problem with that. It was approaching midnight and I was feeling exhausted as we reached Mary’s car. Mary fumbled at her purse, frowning and starting to panic as she dug for her keys.

“Here, Mare,” I said, tossing her keys to her. “You were so hot to have Xiu finger your pussy, you left the car running.”

“Oh,” Mary said, flushing a little.

It was a short drive back to the house at midnight. Apparently, Mary didn’t mind speeding when she was driving and I got good use out of the “oh shit handle” as I called it. When we reached the house, the only cop car remaining was Chasity’s. We opened the front door and a for a split moment fear stabbed at my heart as I wondered if the sluts were waiting with some nun to attack us.

“Christ,” Mary muttered. She had the same fear I did. Fuck, this was no way to live.

I grabbed Mary’s hand and squeezed it, reassuring. She smiled at me and we walked into the house. The entryway light worked and we could hear soft moans coming from the living room. We found Allison on top of Desiree, the two sluts tribbing passionately.

“¡Mi sirenita!” Desiree moaned. Her dusky hands roamed across Allison’s tight, white ass as Allison fucked her. “¡Yo estoy correrse!”

“Oh, I’m cumming, too,” Allison panted.

“Having fun?” I asked, smacking Allison’s fair ass.

“Oh, Master,” Allison squeaked, and fell off the couch trying to stand up. She quickly got to her feet and went to hug me.

I stopped her. “You’re covered in dry cum, slut!” Both girls had messy cunts and streaks of cum drying across breasts and stomachs and lips. “I take it the cops made use of your girls.”

“Oh, definitely, Master,” Desiree purred.

“Where’s the other sluts?” Mary asked.

“Violet, Chasity, and Fiona are counting the money. Sister Cuntrag is in the closet.” Allison shuddered in fear.

“Lillian hasn’t arrived yet?” I asked.

Allison frowned. “Who?”

“Yeah, who’s that?” Mary asked me pointedly.

“The girl from Hot Topic.” Both Mary and Allison nodded with big smiles. “I ran into her today at the mall.”

“And made her a sex slave?” Mary asked archly.

“Yeah,” I said, smiling as I remembering how tight Lillian’s ass was on my cock.

“Desiree, go get Fiona and take her to Good Sam to stay with Korina and bring Xiu back,” Mary ordered. “And tell Violet and Chasity to stop counting the money, it can wait for morning. One of them needs to be waiting upstairs for Lillian. Allison get Thamina settled in and then go take a shower. When Mark and I are finished with Lilith, you can join us in bed. I believe Mark promised you some quality time.” Wow, I had forgotten all about that. It seemed a lifetime ago when I made that promise instead of just this morning.

We found Lilith waiting on our bed, dressed in a flimsy babydoll slip, crimson in color and transparent. She wore no panties and her silver bush was matted with her juices. She smiled wickedly and lust washed through the room, battering into me.

“We need to talk, Lilith,” Mary said, breathing heavily, her nipples tenting her blouse, and then she pulled her blouse over her head, exposing her pert, freckled breasts and hard, dusky nipples.

“Let’s talk,” Lilith purred, holding her arms out.

My shirt was off and I was peeling off my jeans as Mary unzipped her skirt. Lilith’s presences was irresistible. By the time I was naked, Mary was on the bed, kissing Lilith, rubbing her cunt on Lilith’s thigh and shuddering in an orgasm already. Clothes off, I crawled next to Lilith on the other side. Lilith’s warm hand grasped my cock and stroked me twice and I was spewing cum all over her belly.

“You said I have one boon left?” Mary asked, leaning over and licking a gob of my semen off Lilith’s babydoll. “What’s a boon?”

“A request,” Lilith answered. “When you summoned me, we entered into a Pact. I would use my powers three times at your request.” Lilith bent her head and sucked one of Mary’s nipple into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck, that’s amazing!” gasped Mary and she shuddered and came a second time. “Holy shit!”

“Do I get any boons?” I asked. “It was my crystal.” My cock was hard and her ass was facing me. I pressed up behind her and my cock found her wet cunt. I slid into the tightest, silkiest, wettest pussy I had ever been in. My cock came instantly, flooding her cunt, and I just kept fucking the demoness, my cock staying hard.

“No,” Lilith groaned, her hips fucking me back. “Only the person who used the crystal gets the boons.”

Lilith pulled off my cock and she pushed Mary onto her back and dived into her cunt, eating my fiancee frantically. Mary was moaning loudly, cumming over and over and Lilith’s mouth. I knelt behind Lilith and shoved my cock back up in her wonderful demon pussy and came a second time inside her.

“Fuck!” I gasped as Lilith’s pussy seemed to suck the cum out of my balls.

“What’s the price I have to pay for your boons?” Mary asked between orgasms.

“Oh, no price,” Lilith answered, face sticky with Mary’s juices. “Someone else already paid. There was a soul trapped in the crystal!”

“Oh, fuck! That’s amazing!” Mary gasped, writhing on Lilith’s tongue. “Is there a way to see a nun?”

“Oh yes,” Lilith said. “There are a lot powers available to Warlocks, if you know the rituals and spells.”

“Oh, crap, keeping eating my pussy,” panted Mary. “Holy shit that’s amazing. Her tongue, its so good!” Mary came again, convulsing on Lilith’s mouth. “How about making our sluts immune to a nun’s control.”

“Yes, yes,” Lilith moaned. “I can show you how to do that, and more. For a price!”

“What’s the price?” I asked, fucking her cunt hard. Her cunt was squeezing on my cock as she came and I was squirting in her a third time.

“The nun!” Lilith moaned. “I want to fuck her!”

“What?” Mary moaned. “That’s it?”

“Yes, you let me fuck Sister Cuntrag and I’ll teach you arts long lost to man.”

“Okay!” Mary gasped. “Fuck, I’m cumming again!” And so was I, cumming a fourth time in her demon pussy.

Lilith crawled up Mary’s body and kissed her on the lips. “Then we have a Pact!” Lilith declared and then vanished. I fell forward, on top of Mary.

I rolled off of her and we both lay panting. Neither of us had ever cum so much in such a short period of time. We were only fucking for a few minutes, but Lilith’s flesh was like fire. I felt drained. Mary snuggled against me and we just laid their, exhausted. There were creaks, someone walking up the stairs, and then walking down the hall, and the bedroom door opened. Lilith strolled in with Sister Cuntrag over her shoulder.

Lilith threw Sister Cuntrag to the floor, the bitch still handcuffed. I wondered why Lilith wanted to fuck the nun. I struggled to think, but Lilith’s lust was feeling my brain, driving out thought. My cock was hard, again. Lilith slid a hand down to her crotch and pinched her hard clit, rolling it between her fingers. And it started to grow, swelling until a twelve inch cock hung from Lilith. Holy shit, how the fuck did she do that?

“Oh, please don’t do that?” begged Sister Cuntrag. Lilith smacked her ass and she howled in pain.

I felt Mary’s pussy grow more wet on my thigh, and her hand found my cock and started to slowly stroke it as we watched the now hermaphroditic demon flip Sister Cuntrag over so she was on her knees like the bitch she was. Then Lilith knelt behind the nun and shoved her cock up her cunt and started to fuck her hard.

“Ohh, that’s nice,” Lilith moaned. “I so rarely get to fuck someone!” It was a lazy fuck, slow and steady. Lilith was clearly savoring the fuck. “So, to see a nun, you need the Ritual of Mowdah. You’ll need to fuck a sibling. Once your sibling has cum, you need to rub their sexual fluids into your eyes while saying Mowdah.”

“I have to fuck my sister?” Mary asked, sounding a little queasy. I picture my little sister, Antsy. I hadn’t seen her in five years, and she had been a skinny, coltish girl that was mooning about the house desperate for puberty to finally give her some boobs. There had been a cute, innocents about my sister and the thought of defiling that innocence sent a perverse thrill through me body.

“Oh, yes,” Lilith gasped. “You have to corrupt the bond between siblings. I can see it, shining silver from you. Mark has a sister, and Mary, you have two sisters. How wonderful for you.” Mary shuddered as Lilith licked her lips

“Okay,” I said, nodding. I could fuck my sister, but Mary seemed disturbed by the idea.

“To make your Thralls immune to a nun’s powers requires the Ritual of Zimmah,” Lilith answered. Lilith was picking up the speed, her fingernails racking down Cuntrag’s back, leaving red scratches. Every time Lilith bottomed out in Cuntrag, her groin pressed against her bruised and welted ass and Cuntrag would gasp in pain. “Mark will need to fuck his mother and have his Thralls drink their mixed fluids from her cunt while he says Zimmah.”

“What?” I asked, feeling queasy.

“Oh yes, this ritual requires the most delicious of perversion,” Lilith husked. “To violate the very flesh that you came from with your lust.”

It was one thing to fuck my sister, but my mom. She was, well, my mom. I pictured her, she was still attractive even in her forties. And memories of when I was young, maybe twelve or thirteen flooded my thoughts. I remember how I used to lust after my mom when I discovered masturbation. She was probably the first woman I jerked off to and I jerked off a lot thinking about her breasts, her ass. About her walking in on me masturbating and being turned on that she just fucked me. She kept in great shape, always working out, and was always beautiful. As I grew older, my fantasies turned to girls at my school or teachers but Lilith’s words had reignited my lust. I could picture mom in bed with Mary and I. My lover and my mom pleasing me.

“There’s a catch,” Lilith said. “A male Warlock’s powers will not work on his mother, and a females won’t work on her father. So, you’ll need to seduce her or rape her.” Lilith licked her lips. “You’re choice, Mark. I suggest raping her, I’m not sure you could seduce a woman without your powers.”

“D-do I need to fuck my father, then?” Mary asked, timidly.

“You don’t have any thralls,” Lilith pointed out. “Mark’s power lets him rewrite a person’s mind, change their memories, how they think about things. He changes their very personalities. Your power just lowers a woman’s inhibitions and increases their desire to the point that they will do whatever nasty sex act you want. But you’re not changing them. Each woman will rationalize why they fucked you in different ways. Some will think they’ve just lost control. Others will think you must have drugged them.”

“Oh,” Mary said, sounding a little disappointed.

“My Thrall is your Thrall, Mare,” I told her and she smiled gratefully at me.

Lilith was panting loudly, fucking Cuntrag’s cunt hard and fast. Lilith’s tits bounced beneath her babydoll slip and Cuntrag was crying in pain from her abused ass. “Ohh, her cunt feel’s so nice on my cock,” Lilith purred. “Take it! Take my hard cock! Oh fuck!” Lust exploded through the room as Lilith let out an ear-splitting shriek of pleasure as she came in the nun’s cunt.

Lilith fell backwards, lying on the floor. Her cock was gone, reduced back to a little clit. Cuntrag sobbed in pain while black cum leaking out of her pussy. “How did you make that cock?” Mary asked, staring curiously down at Lilith’s crotch.

“I made it many, many years ago,” Lilith murmured. “But my husband … Well, he didn’t like me having a cock, I think he was jealous of the size, so he convinced God to make him a more submissive wife. And I was cursed. So now I need someone’s willing permission to use my cock on them.”

“Cuntrag didn’t give you permission,” Mary pointed out.

“Oh, well, you own her, so I needed your permission.” Lilith glanced at Mary and then at me. “Would you like a cock. That could be your third wish.”

An image of Mary with a cock flashed through my mind. God, I hoped she didn’t want that. I’m not sure I could handle my fiancee having a cock. “No,” Mary answered, and I tried not to sigh in relief.

“No, you wouldn’t want to make my mistake,” Lilith said bitterly, glaring at me. Her eyes flashed with anger and loathing for a brief moment and then replaced by lust.

Fear gripped my heart. Did Lilith hate me? Hate men? I felt like a bug beneath her gaze, an ant. Suddenly, I wasn’t sure I wanted her around anymore.

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“Ramiel …”

The voice whispered out of the Angelic Choir, just loud enough to be heard over the Worship of the Highest. The voice was Gabriel the Archangel, summoning me. On a beam of light, I descended to the Earthly Realm.

I found Gabriel atop one of his Priestesses. She was an attractive woman, appearing to be eighteen, but I could see her true age, forty-four. One of Gabriel’s gifts to his Priestess was eternal youth. She had dirty blonde hair, escaping from her white veil and blue eyes that stared sightlessly at the ceiling. She was too lost to the pleasure of Gabriel’s touch, the Ecstasy, to be aware of anything.

My manhood hardened and I envied Gabriel and his Priestesses. God had long decried it was sinful for an Angel to lie with a mortal. It was our greatest temptation, and so many angels had fallen to that sin and been cast into the abyss with Lucifer. And I understood how my brothers could so easily fall into that particular sin. Sister Theodora’s body was so enticing, so lush. I could peer through the shapeless, gray habit to see her round breasts and hard nipples, the blonde fur that covered the wet lips of her womanhood. My manhood ached to know her.

The only time an Angel could lie with a mortal was a Priestess, and then only to aid her in her holy mission. These days, that meant just Gabriel giving them the Ecstasy. Of course, Gabriel was doing more than just lying with the woman and satiating his lust. He was also rewriting her destiny. I could see the golden string of her life leading away from her into the future, see the silver strings Gabriel was adjusting to guide Sister Theodora on her mission. Gold strings were Priestesses, silver strings were mortals, black strings were Thralls, and red strings were Warlocks.

Finally, Gabriel finished both his adjustments of her future and his pleasure in her flesh. Standing up, Gabriel turned to face me. He appeared as a handsome man, well muscled, like the sculptures the Greeks used to make. A plain, white tunic appeared to cover his nakedness and a golden sword appeared on his hip, the sword of an Archangel. I had my own sword, silver, with sapphires, the sword of a Dominion.

“Ramiel,” Gabriel greeted, pleasantly. “Sister Louise Afra has been captured by the Warlocks. Lilith has been summoned and provides aide. The Succubus will soon arm the Warlocks against my Priestesses.”

I nodded, understanding. Once, demons were commonly summoned by the Warlocks and the Priestesses had to use other methods to stop the Warlock. More indirect, more subtle methods than the Exorcism used today. “I am to teach Theodora, then.”

“Yes, brother,” Gabriel said. He grasped Theodora’s golden string and followed it out a few hours to where a silver string intersected. “She must employ the Prayer of Avvah on this mortal.”

I grasped the string and examined the mortal life. In the mortal’s past and her future, the mortal’s string intersected the red string of a Warlock. This mortal was someone close to a Warlock and the Prayer of Avvah would make the mortal a trap that even a demon’s power could not detect. The two Warlock’s threads entwined about each other. They were lovers. But the Prayer of Avvah would drive a wedge between them. It was a good plan. Once the Warlocks had their falling out, they would be easier to deal with.

“There is one more thing,” Gabriel said. “Follow Theodora’s string back into her past.”

I followed her golden string back through her life, through the thirteen years she had been a Priestess, back to when she had been a Thrall. I found the thread that belonged to Sister Louise who rescued Theodora. Louise’s thread was no longer gold, but the black of a Thrall. I followed Theodora’s thread back to before she had been a Thrall, where here thread entwined with another mortal’s thread, her husband and lover. Three threads were born of their union, three children. Two were silver, but the middle child was red, a Warlock.

“She must not know,” Gabriel said. “Theodora must not know her daughter is a Warlock until the time is right.”

“We can’t send a mother after her own daughter,” I objected.

“There is no one else to send,” Gabriel said. “None in North America. Our resources have always been poor here. There is a Warlock in Europe and two in Africa.”

“But not to tell her is wrong!”

Gabriel fixed his ruby eyes on me. “You have your orders, Ramiel.”

And he was gone, ascending back to the heavenly choir on a ray of light. I stared down at Sister Theodora as she stirred, recovering from the Ecstasy. It was wrong not to tell her. Wrong to send her to fight her own daughter. I wanted to let the poor women know what she faced. I just had to have faith in my superior, in the Highest.

As much as I wanted to tell her, I would not. I was an Angel, a Dominion, and if I disobeyed an order from my Archangel, I would be cast into the Abyss. Only man could sin and find God’s forgiveness. Such grace was not for us Angels.

To be continued …

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Again a man’s wife surprises him with new lovers

Surprised Once More

I didn’t recognize the ass of the woman sitting on my wife’s face and grinding her cunt up and down so my wife could tongue her entire crack from ass hole to clit. Her hands were kneading her breasts and she was moaning loudly as our neighbor licked and sucked at my wife’s cunt at the same time. I have seen a lot of women come and go and a lot of breasts and cunts but this one I was sure I had never seen before.
I continued to watch the three women for a time then wandered off. When I came back, my wife was on top of the woman she had been sucking, fucking her with long thrusts of a huge dildo strapped around her waist. The woman had her legs up over my wife’s shoulders and was yelping every time my wife thrust into her soaking cunt.
It then dawned upon me who she was. She was the school librarian that my wife had told me about. It seems that when she went to the school to pick up our son the other day, she ran into this woman. The woman had asked her to come to her office in the library and had closed the door, which was uncommon. She then proceeded to question my wife on the rumor she had heard about her.
My wife sat very primly for a minute then opened her legs a little, giving the librarian a peek at her bare cunt. That took the wind right out of the woman who couldn’t help but stare at my wife’s bare cunt. She apparently got quite flustered and finally stopped talking altogether, just sat and stared at my wife’s cunt.
My wife opened her legs a little further and her short skirt hiked up her thighs until her cunt and ass hole were clearly visible to the woman. My wife then kicked her shoes off and squirmed in her seat just enough so that her skirt rode right up to her waist, exposing her entire crack and cunt. The woman just stared for a moment then got up on shaky legs and came around the desk. She fell to her knees between my wife’s legs and leaned forward, sticking her tongue deep into my wife’s cunt. My wife held the woman’s head in place for a few moments then pulled her away. She then stood and took off her blouse and skirt. Laying on her back on the woman’s desk, she spread her legs wide and invited the woman to help herself, which she did.
If there has been anyone in the library at the time, they would have heard the two women moaning and groaning as the librarian ate my wife’s cunt. My wife raised her legs high up in the air and the librarian licked and sucked up and down her entire crack, concentrating on my wife’s wet cunt and puckered ass hole. She then stuck two fingers into my wife’s ass and finger fucked her while she ate her cunt. After about half an hour, the two women parted, smoothing their clothes a little before opening the door. So that’s how this woman ended up sitting on my wife’s face in our bed and having her cunt fucked hard by a strap on dildo, a large one.
This was a surprise as the woman was known as being quite a prude and very standoffish so to see her naked, kneading her breasts and getting fucked was quite a surprise. It didn’t end there either. Just as I thought she had had enough, my wife brought one of our dogs into the bedroom and the woman was now on her hands and knees with a large dog cock buried in her cunt. She was howling as the dog pounded in and out of her. Once he slipped out and instead of finding her cunt again, he found her ass hole and ground his cock into her even harder as she yelped and howled even louder.
I could see she was enjoying it as she was pushing back against the dog’s thrusts. She leaned forward to rest more on her arms and pushed her ass higher in the air. The dog responded by thrusting even faster and soon was filling the wanton ass hole of the woman with hot, slippery dog come that oozed out of her cunt when he pulled out of her.
She didn’t have time to rest though as my wife quickly got behind her and flipping her over onto her back, found her clit with her hot tongue and licked and lapped at the woman cunt with full abandon. The woman was completely spent when my wife finished tongue fucking her cunt and asked that she be able to rest for a minute.
My wife looked at me and nodded. I moved over to the woman who had her eyes closed. I moved between her legs and spread them open, exposing her soaking wet cunt. I leaned forward and my cock slid into her easily which brought her to complete attention as I started to fuck her with long, slow thrusts. She looked up into my face and smiled before raising her legs higher on my back giving me more access to her cunt. My cock went into her deeper when she did that and soon I lifted her legs completely over my shoulders and leaned back, thrusting my full 8 inches deep into her cunt. She was moaning a little but now she was openly telling me to fuck her harder and deeper. I tried and before I could move, I felt something pushing against my ass hole. I quickly looked around and found our neighbor wearing a strap on, pushing the head of it against my ass hole. I pushed back and the fake cock slid into me fully.
As I fucked the librarian, my neighbor fucked me. We got into a rhythm and soon the three of us were moaning and groaning loudly as we all came within seconds of each other. When I pulled out of the librarian, hot come came with me and started to pool under her cheeks. She didn’t care as she just lowered her legs and rasped that she had had enough.
Several days later she was back for another go round. This time she got fucked by both dogs, which she seemed to enjoy immensely, more than getting fucked by my wife or me. She explained that she had often thought about having a dog fuck her but had never had the chance to try it until now. She said she was hooked and loved the feeling of the dog’s hot hard cocks pounding in and out of her cunt. She proceeded to reach over and start to rub the dog’s cock again until it was hard. She lay down on her back and pulled the dog over her, raising her hips up off the floor, wrapping her legs around the dog’s middle. She pulled the dog again slightly until his cock was pointed at her ass hole. The dog took over from there, wildly thrusting until he found her hole then exploded into her. She yelped as the dog started to wildly fuck her ass hole with quick thrusts.
Before long, she was panting loudly as the dog continued to fuck her fast and hard until he started to whine signaling he was coming, she quickly pushed him away from her and he came all over her, spraying her arms, legs, chest and face with hot sticky dog come. She lapped at it while pulling the other dog over to her. He soon was fucking her ass hole too as she yelped and howled in pleasure. He came soon after and again she pushed him away just as he came. He too sprayed her body with his hot come while she rubbed it into her chest and breasts, licking it off her face as best she could.
A few days later when I came home, there was another new body in our bed with my wife and neighbor. This time the woman was between my wife’s legs, lapping at her wet cunt while our neighbor was behind the woman, fucking her with a strap on. The three of them were breathing heavily as they fucked and the room smelled of sex and cunt. I was overwhelmed and was soon beside my wife, watching her getting her cunt eaten by this woman.
It turned out to be the neighbor’s mother in law who has come over for a visit and got more than just that. Apparently, my wife was over at the neighbors when her mother in law arrived and soon the three of them were on their way over to my wife’s bed. My wife had given the woman a full view of her bare cunt and the woman had responded immediately by caressing my wife‘s cunt and finger fucking her. They were soon in a jumble of bodies with the mother in law between my wife’s legs, lapping at her cunt while our neighbor had her mother in law’s cheeks spread and was lapping at her ass hole. Now they were all naked on our bed, fucking and sucking for all they were worth. They soon changed positions so my wife was on top of the neighbor while her mother in law was between her daughter in law’s legs, lapping at her cunt while my wife used a large dildo to fuck our neighbor. This was getting crazy as now almost every time I came home, there were different women in our bed either fucking or getting fucked by my wife and others.
Weekends were hectic as my wife never wore any clothes for the entire time. She rarely got up as she was always, it seemed busy with another woman or women. One weekend, there were twenty women in our house in different rooms, all fucking and sucking each other. Over the last year, I have seen so many cunts and ass holes both bare and filled that it was unimaginable to even think about it.
Myself, I didn’t get to fuck many of the women but used the dogs to pleasure myself. Once in a while, I would get to fuck an ass hole or soaking cunt while being fucked at the same time. The women seemed to enjoy seeing that and participating in that too. Now how could my wife surprise me again?

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This chapter mostly focuses on the character of Jade but the Sisters and Twins do make appearances.

Return to the Brothel

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Author’s note to readers. Nothing about this story is meant to portray any of the characters are under eighteen years of age despite the obvious sexual immaturity of the main characters at the beginning of the story. Also this story features taboo themes of rape, sexual slavery, bestiality, and incest. It is intended as fantasy and nothing else. If you don’t like such stories STOP reading now. Also don’t fill up the comments section with comments about how sick individuals in the story are or about people that read or write such stories. Those looking to take some enjoyment out of this tale enjoy.

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Since this chapter takes place back in the brothel the characters classifications have been changed. Now after reading the previous chapters you will know the most of the characters have numbers instead of names. I normally go through and list them but it’s just become too much with the various characters popping up here and there. Plus it gives away parts of the story so I’m discontinuing the practice sorry if things get confusing.

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Chapter Eight

Part one

Return to the brothel

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Before getting in position to service the customers Jade looked out over the floor to be sure all the Brothel Whores were performing as they were supposed to. While the Sisters and Twins were the least of her concern Jade was still compelled to check on them first. Mostly due to them having the greatest expectations on them behind her own. Yet these concerns were laid to rest once Jade saw how they were doing with the customers.

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The Sisters were on the central pedestal in a sixty nine position. While Jade couldn’t tell which one was on top and bottom or which one was more desperately eating out the other. She could see how much the two customers sodomizing each of them was enjoying their trained ass holes. Jade could see her idea of setting these two up with the Sisters was working as well as planned.

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These two brothers were newer customers and Jade was hoping to get them to spurge on some of the more expensive services. Since they joined the two wealthy brothers would move about the floor fucking the slaves but never seamed to want any of the services not covered by their standard membership fee. Now Jade was out to change that not only with these two but several other customers.

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The Twins on the other hand were the main attraction on the monitors. They were currently in one of the upper rooms doing a private session. They were in the Torture Chamber pleading for mercy. One was hanging from the ceiling by her wrists while the other one was strung up by her ankles. Yes they both were getting struck repeatedly by a bullwhip in the very capable hands of Brothel Madam 3397.

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Ironically save for the suffering the twins were undergoing it was actually Brothel Madam 3397 that would end up servicing the customer sitting proudly in a chair in the corner of the room. After whipping the Twins for a while longer they would be secured in fucking machines. Then as their pussies and ass holes got ruthlessly pounded by the mechanical rapists Brothel Madam 3397 would go to work satisfying the customer. He would then experience pure sexual bliss as Brothel Madam 3397 shed the hard demeanor of a cruel mistress and unleashed all of her passion upon him. Over the next hour she would be the one and only Brothel Whore to not only completely satisfy this customer but to do it without getting whipped herself afterwards.

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Quickly looking around the floor Jade then looked at how the other Brothel Whores were doing. They only had about a dozen on the floor at the moment. This included the one Red bent over getting spit roasted by a pair of customers. Brothel Whore 3612-A and her mother Brothel Whore 3612 were laying on their backs getting fucked side by side on their pedestals. Jade’s cousin and aunt were easily could handle those two so Jade’s attention moved to the others.

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The three Chain Bang Bitches had lines forming up around them as at least two of them could be heard loudly crying. Jade did feel bad for Brothel Whore 3321-A since she was only locked in the pillory across from her mother’s because of her mother’s mistakes. Ironically the one most responsible for the three’s predicament also was the one not crying. Jade realized by watching this one’s reaction to this abuse that she was going to require more dramatic measures before everything was said and done.

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Moving on to the rest Jade saw a couple of the Brothel Whores still waiting for customers to select them while another was sucking a cock. One just finished with a customer and was getting back into position with cum leaking from her pussy. Jade saw another customer crying out as he deposited a load of cum in the ass hole of another Brothel Whore and knew he was quite satisfied with the service.

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Finally Brothel Whore 3621 was getting double penetrated by a pair of customers that looked to be enjoying themselves as much as her. Her enjoyment only would increase when a third customer stepped up to give her a cock to suck on. Given how repressed she was back during training Jade was constantly amazed on how she burst from the shell and now loved every aspect of this sort of existence. Before the night was over she would be bathed in cum inside and out and have established herself as one of the most popular Brothel Whores they had to offer.

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Jade would’ve loved to watch that but she could see the crowd gathering around her own pedestal. Given some of the unpopular changes she had made upon her return they were already unhappy with her. So Jade figured it would be best not to delay them any longer. After all she was already going to be brutally fucked by the customers and Jade didn’t need to give them anymore frustrations to take out on her.

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She had barely knelt down when the customers were on her. As Jade suspected they were not that happy about what she had done and were going to punish her the only way they could. Within seconds her teddy had been ripped open and cocks began to be forced down her throat as hard as possible. This was between them slapping her around some as they started off giving her face a hard fucking. Soon the first few had shot their first loads down her throat or on to her face as other parts of her body began to garner attention.

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Her nipples were painfully twisted and her ass received the first of many spankings before her pussy and ass hole became the focus of their anger. Not even ten minutes after she was kneeling on the pedestal Jade had cocks brutally violating all of her orifices. Only on a few occasions had Jade been the subject of such abuse by the customers and she was genuinely afraid. Yet her screams and crying only drove the angry mob to fuck her even harder.

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The ferocity the customers were showing Jade’s was a blessing and a curse. True they were pounding her as hard as they could but they were also not going to last long at this pace. Jade had noticed that the ones currently fucking her all were nearing their limits and their violation of her body would reach it’s conclusion soon. She only had to do a little acting to ensure she got the results she wanted.

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As the cocks were pulled from her mouth Jade would start pleading for mercy. Only to be told to shut up bitch before being slapped and having her mouth stuffed full of cock. Soon Jade is aware of the first of the customers shooting their loads in her pussy and ass. This is almost immediately followed by her having to swallow another load of come.

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Jade is barely given a second to recover before new customers are rotated in and her orifices are getting pounded once again. By the third time the customers had swapped out Jade has lost all focus on everything around her. Jade’s entire world was then reduced to the three cocks within her body and the hands holding her in place. Before long Jade was no longer sure how many cocks had already been inside of her let alone how many were waiting in the wings for their chance at the whimpering Head Madam.

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Jade was on the verge of unconsciousness when Brothel Madam 3397 calls for a halt to the fucking of all the Brothel Whores including Jade. While the customers are at first slow to respond they eventually withdraw their cocks from Jade’s quivering body. While the customers wait impatiently to find out what’s happening the Brothel Whores are all terrified. Like Jade the customers had been talking out their frustrations about the rule changes on them and like Jade they all had been getting brutally fucked. Yet their fear at this moment had to do with what she knew was coming next as Brothel Madam 3397 began to speak.

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“Our loyal customers we the subjugated Brothel Whores of the Kennel Bitch Brothel are aware that the recent changes in the services we provide to you have been upsetting. So to ease the transition we will be offering a nightly complimentary performance of the discontinued floor services. As explained before the floor opened this will be the second four spectacles spaced out throughout the night for your viewing pleasure.”

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Now as our now well violated Head Madam explained before the first performance. In each case the Brothel Whore taking part is chosen in a raffle and none of us are excluded. Now as explained the first performance was some lesbian incest action complete with a little customer interaction from our twin sister Brothel Madams 3567-A and 3567-B. “

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“The next will be the brutal torture of one of us for your viewing pleasure. Now for enhance the suffering of the Brothel Whore in question the Head Madam has also decided that for tonight only the Brothel Whore subjected to the torture session will suffer another torment. That is to be locked in the pillory for the next week as a Chain Bang Bitch. Now with out further delay let’s find out which one of us will be the unfortunate victim.”

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As the awestruck crowd watched a large punchbowl filled with the identification numbers of every slave in the brothel was wheeled on to the floor on a cart. Every Brothel Whore waited nervously as Brothel Madam 3397 reached into the punchbowl. Almost agonizing slowly she ruffled around until one of their identification numbers was pulled from the pot. The Brothel Whores could only wait in terror as Brothel Madam 3397 announced which one of them would be suffering.

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“How about that for irony it looks like karma has decided to make it’s presence known folks. For the unfortunate victim of our little spectacle is going to be Head Madam 3613-A herself. So what say we get the little trouble maker brought up here so we all can see her suffer.”

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As several of the customers dragged a struggling Jade to Brothel Madam 3397 the rest cheered insanely. Yet what no one could have realized that this outcome had been planned from the start as a way to appease the customers by Jade herself. Every card in that jar only had Jade’s identification number on them to ensure she was the one suffering first.

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In no time whatsoever Jade had been stripped from her tattered teddy and was hanging from the ceiling by her wrists. Even though she had been expecting this Jade was still scared beyond belief as Brothel Madam 3397 cracked the bullwhip to signal for silence. That silence would be short lived as it was quickly broken by another crack of the whip and an ear splitting scream from Jade. As she waited for the next blow Jade’s options were limited to sobbing like a baby and to plead for mercy with a desperation unheard of from her. Soon the air was filled with repeated cracks from the whip and almost constant screams from Jade.

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Brothel Madam 3397 skill with the whip was soon apparent as Jade’s body was soon covered in red marks. The marks while still painful would fade in several days with no lasting physical damage. In fact the only thing that would be lasting was the memories it created with the customers. Not only would they talk about it for weeks afterwards but many would book Brothel Madam 3397’s services for private sessions.

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Eventually Brothel Madam 3397 tired of the bullwhip and switched out to a flogger. After a few practice swings Brothel Madam 3397 placed a series of blows across Jade’s stomach and breasts. Jade’s back and ass soon received their share of the attention from the flogger. Until Brothel Madam 3397 tired of it and swapped out to her preferred pain implement the riding crop.

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Jade’s body was shaking as Brothel Madam 3397 showed her the crop. Jade began to whimper as Brothel Madam 3397 walked around her tapping her left hand with the crop. Then to demonstrate her dominance over her victim Brothel Madam 3397 made Jade kiss the crop before she recommenced Jade’s torture.

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A series of accurate strikes to her nipples and clit had Jade screaming anew. These were joined by blows to her inner thighs and several to her pussy. Jade was hanging limp and giving off whimpers and an occasional weak scream with the ensuing blows but that changed once Brothel Madam 3397 picked up the cattle prod.

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Jade was only able to weakly shake her head no and sob uncontrollably as Brothel Madam 3397 pressed it against her ass. This weak response was replaced by a loud shriek as Brothel Madam 3397 hit the switch. Just as with the whippings Jade’s body thrashed around almost uncontrollably as she was jolted. Another jolt to her pussy had Jade screaming anew. Though even with the adrenaline caused by this new torment Jade’s energy level was still below the levels she showed at the start of the torture.

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Seeing Jade was at her limits Brothel Madam 3397 focused the last jolts on areas that would provoke the best reaction. Shocks to her nipples and clit finished Jade’s ordeal as well as her control over her bladder. As the chain holding her wrists was loosened Jade slowly fell to her knees into the puddle of urine beneath her. Jade had to be carried to the pillory she would spend the next week locked in to complete her punishment.

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Even as she was being secured two lines had started to form one in front of Jade and the other behind her. The bouncers had just stepped away after securing the ring gag in her mouth when the first cock was thrust into her mouth. A cock up her ass fallowed shortly after but Jade was to weak to do anything except whimper a little and let out some weak grunting. Still Jade could only felt a little bit sorry for herself since her Master had ordered her to be punished for the problems that she caused at the brothel. The only problem was Master Sanders had come up with a catch that insured her punishment was as humiliating as possible. That was to have Jade decide for herself how she was to be punished with his only condition being that it was public.

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The day the wedding Master Sanders had pulled both Jade and then House Mistress 3397 aside and talked to them about issues that he wanted fixed at the brothel. The first was the decline of the private sessions which he was soundly blaming on Jade’s policies causing. She was to halt several practices that she had started and would have to be publicly punished for putting them in place.

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With all of drama and stress surrounding the wedding Master Sanders didn’t want to have to personally step in. Mostly due to the fact if he had to step in then Jade wasn’t deserving of the role and would have to be replaced. So he left it up to Jade to decide how best to fix what she had broken and take care of some issues that had sprung up fallowing her departure. She was also to come up with a way of appeasing the customers who were going to be upset with the changes.

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Especially since these changes would be ending services that had become popular but was costing Master Sanders money. Things like complimentary lesbian and incest performances on the main floor were to be returned to requiring booking a private session to experience.

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The same was true for bestiality performances and torture sessions. Customers had used to have to pay extra to see the Brothel Whore of their choosing get fucked by dogs or receive a whipping. Yet they were having Brothel Whores whipped right on their pedestals and the customers didn’t even need to request the Brothel Whores be fucked by dogs. Since almost all of them could be seen being taken throughout any given night.

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So the dogs had been relegated to cages on the floor next their bitches’ pedestal. There they would have to wait for their bitch to leave the floor or a customer to pay extra before the dog could fuck his bitch. Though this was to be just a temporary solution. New pedestals had already been ordered that had both a cage for the dog or the Brothel Whore herself and a few hidden storage compartments for some of the essentials like bottles of lube, several types of dildos and few other odds and ends.

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Instead of completely stopping the complimentary services Jade came up with a compromise that would appease the customers. Throughout Friday nights their would be four performances featuring the four main services that had been discontinued on the floor. These performances would be spaced though out the night to correspond with shift changes. Now so there wasn’t the same abuse of this as the previous services the Brothel Whores taking part would be pick by a lottery drawing. She would also offer occasional discounts for private sessions as well as one a week free of charge to a customer who won a drawing held every Friday night.

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Now there nightly complimentary performance would take the form of what just happened to Jade. All activity on the floor would be halted as the drawing was held. Then the chosen Brothel Whore would do the performance then normal floor services would be resumed. This would also make changing out the Brothel Whores easier with the customers distracted. So besides hopefully helping to keep the customers happy they would also be a benefit to the other Brothel Whore would end suffering from the customers’ frustrations the same as Jade.

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Though these weren’t the only changes that took place in the brothel. There was several disciplinary issues that had arisen concerning the Brothel Madams themselves. Besides ensuring Jade’s punishment was handled this was the reason Brothel Madam 3397 was sent to the brothel in the first place. Now Jade handled what was going on with the Pinks since it was the easier problem to solve. However what was going on with the Reds was a potentially more dangerous problem and Master Sanders figured it would require Brothel Madam 3397. The first thing they also had to do was remove Acting Head Madam 3321.

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Her incompetence had created a minor revolt amongst the Reds that had spread down to the Pinks. The Reds had first began dressing as mistresses while working the floor. Then the Reds themselves and not the Head Madam or Master Sanders were deciding what services they would provide. They also started enforcing their own rules amongst their subordinate Brothel Whores and even with Acting Head Madam 3321 herself.

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The final straw happened when Master Sanders visited the brothel as a customer a few days before the wedding. While his personal slaves were having the bridal shower he apparently needed his own sexual relief. Not wanting to interrupt his bride to be he hopped in his car and drove to the brothel instead. What he saw bothered him to his core and set these events in motion.

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Every Pink and all of the Brothel Whores were working the floor. Only a few of the Brothel Whores were in uniform. While some had just elected to go naked other were wearing the specially outfits meant for private sessions. There were at least three schoolgirls, two maids, a nurse, and a rude Red dressed as a mistress greeting customers that had the misfortune of not recognizing him

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Not wanting sloppy seconds he requested a fresh Brothel Whore for a private session. Granted he hadn’t asked for anything more then the use of a Brothel Whore in the privacy of one of the rooms and not something that would be complicated to arrange. Yet he was immediately told none were available and if he wanted to fuck one he needed to get in line like the rest of the customers.

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Seeing that there were several Reds moving about the floor Master Sanders tried to set up a private session with the one working the front door and all hell broke loose. The Red acted like it was unacceptable for him to even request her service him. Making a major mistake she stated out loud that she wasn’t some lowly Brothel Whore like the rest cowering about the room. She then threatened to have him removed unless he either got in line like the rest of the customers or left the premises.

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She next called over a bouncer when he demanded to speak with the Head Madam. Unfortunately this was a major mistake since unlike the Red the bouncer knew who Master Sanders was. The Red was shocked when the bouncer refused to obey her order to throw Master Sanders out and called for his supervisor. Angered beyond belief the Red began lashing out at both the bouncer and Master Sanders.

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The screaming of the Red drew in other bouncers and finally forced Acting Head Madam 3321 from her room. Before she recognized him Acting Head Madam 3321 had demanded to know who had dared to bother her only to be shocked into silence by who the Red was in the process of telling off. Acting Head Madam 3321 tried to get the Red to calm down so she could try and fix what had happened but the Red wasn’t willing to back down and finally had to be restrained. Though even then she was screaming that Acting Head Madam 3321 didn’t have the authority to counteract one of the her decisions.

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This was when Master Sanders learned that Acting Head Madam 3321 had been cowering to the Reds for the last month or two and with the exception of handling the paperwork the Reds had been running the brothel. Master Sanders had the brothel shut down and all of the Reds confined to cages until he could get the place back under his control. He believed that Jade could handle the Brothel Whores and Pinks but putting the Reds in their place was out of her league. So he amended his plans for House Mistress 3397 and Pleasure Maid 3621 while he was gone on his honeymoon.

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While Master Sanders didn’t think Acting Head Madam 3321 intended for things to get as out of hand the way they did but she still had to be held accountable for it. Unfortunately once he got to looking in to things it wasn’t the only problem he would be finding. From the customers abusing the complimentary services to the Pinks ignoring their duties. Many of these problems could only be blamed on Jade and as much as he didn’t like it she was going to have to answer for them as well.

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Following the wedding the group of Master Sanders’s slaves walked in to the brothel and was greeted by the sight of all of the Brothel Whores kneeling before them. The Sisters, Twins, Brothel Whores 3612-A and 3621 immediately knelt with their fellow Brothel Whores as they waited for Jade to take over the Head Madam position. This was a bit of ceremony that would serve as part of Acting Head Madam 3321’s punishment.

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Since Acting Head Madam 3321 was being stripped of her authority but was going to remain a Brothel Whore under Jade’s domination then she needed to suffer some sort of degradation to demonstrate her submission. This was handled when now Brothel Whore 3321 was brutally gang raped by the bouncers in front of all of the other Brothel Whores. She then received a whipping by Brothel Madam 3397. As a final measure Brothel Whore 3321 then pleasured Jade before being locked in the pillory along with her daughter. They would spend the next two weeks as Chain Bang Bitches.

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The next to suffer their owner’s and Jade’s wrath were the Reds. All the Brothel Whores and Madams knew fully well that Jade was a masochist and was probably the least threatening person on the planet. However as she paced back and forth in front of the kneeling Reds every slave could tell all but one of the Reds were terrified of her.

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The lone hold out was also the newest one in their ranks and had been purchase shortly after Jade and the other departed the brothel for their stent as Pleasure Slaves. So she had only heard the stories and seen the videos of the well known submissive Head Madam 3613-A and wasn’t scared of her in the least. Unfortunately she was also the Red that had been greeting customers the day her owner paid his infamous visit and had treated Master Sanders so rudely.

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Even as this Red was forced to kneel naked in front of Jade with her arms shackled behind her back and the ball gag in her mouth the defiance was plainly visible in the eyes of the Red. Jade could see instantly that this Red thought herself as superior to all of the other Brothel Whores including all of the Brothel Madams especially Jade. In fact the only ones she even saw as marginally worthy of being in her presence were the other Reds and even then she felt superior to them. Jade even had doubts this Red even thought of herself as a slave in the first place and if true drastic steps needed to be taken. This particular Red was to dangerous to be allowed to walk around the brothel even with marginal freedom.

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Even bound and gagged this Red seamed to be able to intimidate almost any slave and Jade was no exception. Strangely Jade almost wanted to experience being at this Red’s mercy for while. What it was like to get brutally whipped then ass fucked before having to kiss her feet while thanking her for the suffering before pleading for more. Then there were images of this Red holding Jade’s leash while the customers had their way with her in mass that Jade had to force from her mind.

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Jade wished her Master’s orders regarding her had been more definite then come up with a temporary form of suffering for her and he would come up with a permanent solution after his honeymoon. Unfortunately the primary forms of torment Jade had available wouldn’t even faze this woman. Jade could have her whipped for several hours each day over the next month and this Red would just shake it off and be as defiant as ever before. Jade felt even what was planned for the other Reds possibly wouldn’t work with this one. Jade had only had one option that might have an effect on this Red as she called for the bouncers.

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Jade made sure all of the others were watching as the bouncers brutally gang raped all of the Reds especially the troublemaker. That Red’s rape was the worst with three times as many bouncers having their way with her. Then once they had for the most part been sufficiently violated the mastiffs used on the Spawn were brought into the room. All the Reds except her were then given a choice.

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If they became the bitches of these dogs they would be allowed to keep their positions as Enforcers. However there would still be changes. They all would share a room with nothing in it but the dogs’ beds. They wouldn’t be allowed to keep their Personal Slaves. Finally entire duration of the nights the brothel was open one of them was required to work the floor for the entire shift as a regular Brothel Whore or a Chain Bang Bitch.

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Or they could live in the bathroom as human urinals like their compatriot was going to. Granted that was going to be after the dogs got to have their way with them. Then they would spend a few weeks living in the bouncers’ quarters as their Fuck Toys and possibly a week or two as Chain Bang Bitches.

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Several minutes later Jade wasn’t that surprised to see all of the Reds except for the troublemaker on their hands and knees at least somewhat willingly letting the mastiffs climb on top of their backs. To be truthful neither them or their Personal Slaves were really expected to be happy about this change in policy towards them. Mostly since they had been the only slaves in the brothel besides permanent Chain Bang Bitches excluded from this sort of use. This was made plainly apparent by the way they all were sobbing uncontrollably as the spectacle played out.

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Now the Reds had really had no choice regarding this part of the ordeal given Jade had been quite specific that either they would willingly be fucked by the dogs or they would be raped by them. This was brought into sharp focus as the troublemaker amongst them was secured in a rape rack just before they had made their own decisions. This demonstration had been planned more for the effect it would have on the other Reds then what it would do to the troublemaker. While Master Sanders had wanted Brothel Madam 3397 to deal with the Reds Jade was determined to demonstrate she was capable of handling all of her own problems.

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Jade then started to work vibrator through the troublemaker’s pussy paying close attention to her clit. Once Jade had her pussy juices worked up again she worked her hand into the troublemaker’s pussy. It was only for a few seconds and it was only for the purpose of collecting as much of the troublemaker’s pussy juices as she could. These pussy juices we’re then smeared on the snout of the largest and most aggressive of the mastiffs.

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The mastiff had already been watching the troublemaker with keen interest since she was secured in the rape rack. The large dog had seen many women secured in these things and had quickly learned what this entitled for all involved especially him. He was already anticipating getting to make this woman his bitch when he saw the smaller one began to play with her pussy. By the time he had the pussy juices smeared on his snout the mastiff’s arousal had been well primed and the only thing restraining him was his training. That restraint came to a sudden halt when Jade whispered in his ear the command he most desperately wanted to hear.

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“Claim your bitch and make her scream.”

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Even as the mastiff bolted towards the troublemaker she couldn’t help but to chuckle to herself about how her look of defiance had been replaced by one of absolute horror. Still the troublemaker kept her composure as she swore at Jade and all of the others. They were called every foul name in the book and a few they had never heard of as the mastiff climbed on top of her back. These obscenities where quickly replaced by an ear splitting scream when the mastiff’s massive cock was mercilessly driven in to her pussy on his first thrust.

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The powerful pounding the troublemaker was receiving would soon be mirrored by those of the other Reds as they agreed to willingly submit to their fuckings. After they had resworn their allegiance to their owner and their superiors within the hierarchy of sex slaves they got into position as ordered. Their bodies were then subjected to similar poundings as the troublemaker that had convinced them to ignore their ranking within the hierarchy and cost them their final piece of dignity. While they obediently endured this degradation it was still filled tons of whimpering and sobbing from all of them. This was especially true when they all were knotted by the mastiffs. By this point everyone of them were sobbing wrecks including the troublemaker.

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Jade had initially planned on letting the bouncers drag the troublemaker back to their quarters the moment the mastiff’s cock had been freed from her battered pussy. However she had a stroke of inspiration strike her and quickly had the Sisters gather the necessary supplies. Jade figured that by the time they got back the rest of the Reds would be released by the knots in their pussies and would’ve had enough of a chance to recover to put her plan in motion. Besides once they had each sucked the dog cocks they would willingly endure anything as long as it didn’t involve being fucked by the dogs again. While the Sisters went about their task Jade filled in Brothel Madam 3397 on what her plan was and what she wanted from her personally.

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While Jade’s plan did shock Brothel Madam 3397 it wasn’t the only thing. Brothel Madam 3397 like her owner had believed Jade wasn’t capable of the cruelty required to get the Reds back under control. Yet not only did Jade now have the Reds obeying her every command like to suck the mastiffs’ cocks clean after they had fucked them. But the Reds were now more afraid of being punished by Jade then Brothel Madam 3397.

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Brothel Madam 3397 wondered if Jade actually had a vindictive side and was devising this punishment out of revenge for these slaves getting her in such trouble or if it was out of a willingness to please her owner. Brothel Madam 3397 was hoping it was the second option to be truthful because she didn’t like to believe that she had so underestimated what Jade was capable of. Though Brothel Madam 3397 would soon realized that with either option it ultimately amounted to her making the same underestimation of Jade’s capabilities.

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While she had personally trained Jade in not only the erotic arts but how to properly administer discipline Jade had never shown this type of enthusiasm to make others suffer. Jade could make a slave scream during a whipping like most mistresses but when it came to the other aspects Jade hadn’t shown the same proficiency.

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She would still be grappling with these thoughts when the Sisters returned. By this time the Reds had finished sucking the dog cocks clean and were once again kneeling in front of Jade. With everything in place Jade issued her orders while reminding the Reds of who was responsible for the situation the situation they were in. Brothel Madam 3397 wasn’t the only one shocked by Jade’s next order to the Reds. Especially when they saw the first strap-on the Sisters had brought back.

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This was a monster at over ten inches long and at least three inches in diameter. Though to their relief the other ones while still large were way smaller in comparison to that monstrosity. Still the Reds were actually seen crying as they were putting the strap-on harnesses on. As Brothel Madam 3397 was putting her own harness on she knew the tears had more to do with what had just happened to them and fears of what Jade may have planned for them then their current situation. To be truthful Brothel Madam 3397 was a little scared of Jade herself at that moment as she was handed a twin to the monster dildo.

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Still she helped Jade get all the Reds in a line behind the troublemaker that was still secured in the rape rack. One by one the Reds inserted the tips of the fake cocks in to the ass hole of their counterpart in front of them as Brothel Madam 3397 took her place at the end of the line. The reason Brothel Madam 3397 and the Red directly behind the troublemaker were wearing the monster strap-ons became apparent when Jade gave the order to start the fucking.

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Brothel Madam 3397 shoved her hips forward as hard as she could painfully burying the strap-on deep in the ass of the Red in front of her. This Red in extreme pain then buried her own strap-on in the ass of the Red in front of her that would set off a chain reaction that ended with all of them impaled by fake cocks and the troublemaker screaming in agony. Her screams were soon being echoed by the Red in front of Brothel Madam 3397 as her ass hole was used by their new overseer to establish the pace of the fucking. The power of Brothel Madam 3397’s own thrusts driving the Red in front of her forward then so on until they got to the troublemaker herself.

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Jade ordered an end to this spectacle after five minutes of painfully hard pounding of the troublemaker’s ass hole made her pass out. While she was unconscious the troublemaker was freed from the rape rack and had her arms shackled behind her back. As a ring gag was being fitted in her mouth the troublemaker had started to come around. Before the troublemaker was dragged off to their quarters by her hair Jade instructed the lead bouncer to have her in a pillory an hour before the brothel opened in two days but otherwise they were to do whatever they want with her until then.

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After the troublemaker gone and Jade had the Reds remove their strap-ons and kneel with the rest of the Brothel Whores. Jade then began a long lecture about how they had ignored their one common duty of satisfying their owner’s desires and in the process made Jade an accomplice since she was responsible for all of their actions. Jade would not stand for this since their owner’s satisfaction was the only reason for their existence. Jade then told them of the changes that were being made from policy changes on the floor to the fact that Brothel Madam 3397 was now not only the lead Red but the resident Brothel Mistress. As well as the power Brothel Madam 3397 now held over all of them from the Chain Bang Bitches to Jade herself.

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All of the Brothel Whores were then told how all the special privileges they all had were now revoked and they had to earn even the most basic comforts again. The only way that would then happen was to focus their entire being on satisfying their owner’s desires and that was through becoming the best Brothel Whores he owned again. As the lecture concluded Jade ordered all of the Brothel Whores including the Pinks and Reds taken to the basement and locked in cages. The only exception to this order were the ones that traveled with Jade from the Master’s home.

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The eight of them then split up to complete the several necessary tasks. Starting with the Sisters and Brothel Madam 3397 seeing the other Brothel Whores being locked in their cages. Brothel Whore 3612 went with the Twins to strip the room belonging to the most senior of the Reds of all of it’s furnishings and replace them with the dog beds for the mastiffs. With the help of two bouncers they had this done quickly. Though Brothel Whore 3612 ended up getting spit roasted by the two bouncers before they finished. Once they were done the Reds would be locked in this room with the large dogs until it came time to reopen the brothel.

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Jade and Brothel Whore 3612-A went about preparing one of the specialty rooms in the brothel for the next faze of Jade’s plan to punish the Brothel Whores. This was a torture sessions that would see every Brothel Whore receiving not only a whipping by Jade’s hands but several other abuses. These abuses would be finished off by them being secured in a fucking machine for at least an hour. The ultimate humiliation was they would be enduring this just earn back the privilege of wearing their teddies and babydolls while working the floor.

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Now once the Sisters and Brothel Madam 3397 had the other Brothel Whores locked up they went to the makeup and dressing stations for the Brothel Whores and rearranged them. All clothing no longer allowed was shifted to the back of the rotation. So only the now standard uniform of stockings and a garter belt was the first thing all of the Brothel Whores had to choose from. There was a temptation to remove the rest of the clothing but they had thought it best to have it available for private sessions. Once finished they headed to the main floor to wait for the Twins and Brothel Whore 3621.

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Once they were together they started to rearrange the setup of the main floor. The extra pedestals were removed and the cages for the dogs were brought in. As a final touch a stage five foot in diameter was to be set up for the complimentary performances Jade had planned. Though the incest and lesbian could be carried out on the central pedestal.

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Jade pushed these memories aside as she focused on the moment. Mostly it was on the cock of the customers being presented to her open mouth as she was locked in the pillory. Even as that customer started to fuck her face another was moving behind her. Soon her pussy was getting the same sort of pounding as her sole agenda shifted to enduring this new ordeal.

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Jade’s world would now narrow again to each cock that was thrust into her orifices. Whether it was her pussy ass or mouth Jade was fucked almost non-stop. At least until the next performance was announced. This brought a short reprieve from the fuckings but Jade knew this would be only temporary. Once the performance had ended the customers would be back rested and filled with new found sexual vigor.

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This one was the straight lesbian show featuring the only two of the Brothel Whores who were truly picked by the lottery. This show proved to be not as popular as what happened to Jade but it’s performers did inspire the first of the customers to book a private session. Soon other rooms began to show on the monitors as other Brothel Whores were lead upstairs on leashes. This would be repeated after the next performance.

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This one featured one of the Red’s former personal slaves receiving her first fucking by an aggressive great dane. While she suffered greatly during the spectacle soon other Brothel Whores were taken upstairs with dogs. This would also include Brothel Whore 3612 when several customers pitched in to see her fucked by both Master Brutus and Master Titus. One of the Reds would also end up being taken upstairs after word spread about the mastiffs that they were being fucked by.

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Yet there was still several customers that would prefer express their frustrations by giving Jade’s helpless body a hard pounding. Even with the breaks for the two performances it was the longest and hardest fucking Jade had endured in the brothel. Thankfully for her it also calmed down most of the anger the customers felt towards her. So with a few exceptions the rest of her time in the pillory was spent getting regular fuckings instead of the hate fuckings that started the ordeal.

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A little under a week later Jade was recovering from one of the exceptions. The night before group of customers had really pounded her hard before bathing her in their cum. While she sat waiting for her cousin to come and clean the dried cum from her body and administer her daily feeding and enema Jade saw Brothel Madam 3397 approaching with a laptop. Before Jade knew it she was in a video conference with her owner giving a complete report about all that had happened. Jade was never told if her owner was pleased with her actions or not. Instead Jade was told that now Acting Head Madam 3397 had been given special instructions regarding her and she would understand when the time was right.

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Granted it wasn’t important a slave like Jade understood what her owner’s intentions were as she was freed from the pillory and quickly cleaned up. Yet she was definitely concerned when she was tied up and loaded in the shipping crate. Of course being boxed up and shipped off to an unknown destination would make any sex slave worried.

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Especially one in Jade’s place where she was already desperately struggling to restore her owner’s trust in her. The only thing she could think of as the shipping crate was jarred around was her owner was angry with her and had sold her. Jade couldn’t know her fears about being sold off were wrong and her owner was actually extremely satisfied with her performance. In fact he was so satisfied that he was having her brought to him so she could help him enslave someone that had caught his attention while he was on his honeymoon.

The end of chapter eight part one.

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While not as long as some of the previous chapters I hope you enjoyed it. I’m currently working on the next part and hope to have it finished soon.

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copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009

I like to think of this happening to me … but take it as fiction (all names and places have been changed, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental).

They had set me up! And they had done it so neatly that there was no way out. I stared at the two women in shock and dismay. There was no alternative – I was going to have to do whatever they wanted – anything at all.

I was fifteen and a half years old, although I looked two or three years older – a fact which caused me a lot of bother, with older boys and men constantly making passes or dirty remarks. The reason for this was partly my height – I am five foot nine inches – but most of all my bust. My family all have big boobs, inherited from my grandmother who came from somewhere in northern Italy. From her I also have my straight black hair, which I had grown quite long; at school I kept within the rules by platting it into two pigtails, which came to just below my collar. My tits had developed early, and were probably the largest of any girl in my year at school – perhaps even of the year above as well. I kept them firmly enclosed in a plain white bra, though its uplift did give me a striking profile and cleavage – I hid the latter from view, but couldn’t disguise my breasts’ jutting prominence. It wasn’t that I didn’t like my breasts – I had become used to them now, and was much less self-conscious – but I was fed up with their effect on the male sex and the boorish behaviour that resulted. Not only were the boys at school constantly trying to get their paws on them, but they treated me as if I was just an appendage to my bust. In particular, they acted on the assumption that the bigger a woman’s breasts, the smaller her brains. This was far from the case – I was clever and ambitious, worked hard, and was predicted straight A grades in the important exams next summer. I was aiming to go to Oxford or Cambridge university when I was 18, and then on to a professional career – certainly not to settle for being a boring housewife and mother.

My Tuesday afternoon timetable was sport with no last lesson afterwards, so I was free to leave school an hour earlier than normal. I always used this to spend some time in the town centre, going to the library or window-shopping, sometimes with a friend but usually on my own. One of my favourite places was our medium-sized branch of a national chain of department stores, and I enjoyed looking through the clothes and – in particular – the lingerie department. On this particular Tuesday I had been admiring some flimsy items of underwear in lace-edged black which were very sexy and adult-looking, and then I looked through the party dresses for teenage girls – there was one I had been thinking of buying, and I tried it on in the changing rooms, but the only size they had in stock was a bit too tight. With regret, I gave it back to the assistant, picked up my satchel and sports bag, and headed for the exit. Just as I was about to go out, I felt a grip on my sleeve and heard a polite but firm voice saying: ‘Just a moment please, young lady, I must ask you to come with me’. It was the store security officer, who I had seen quite often before, particularly when I was in the lingerie section. She was an imposing black woman, aged around 30; she was taller than me, and looked like a former athlete – she was trim and fit, with well-muscled arms and legs, but also full-figured and shapely around the waist and hips. I was not alarmed, thinking there was some mistake – whatever it was would be easily cleared up, and it would waste less time if I went with her and sorted it out. So I was quite calm as I accompanied her through to the back of the store and down a quiet corridor to a door marked ‘Duty Manager’, at which she knocked.

I was ushered ahead of her, into a rather bare and utilitarian office. There was a couch against one wall, a couple of basic chairs, some filing cabinets, and a desk behind which sat a poised, capable, but rather severe-looking woman in her mid 30s. She had dyed blond hair cut in overlapping layers, in a quite short ‘businesswoman’ style, trimmed around and behind her ears and cut to the nape of the neck. She was wearing a dark grey jacket which offset a pink blouse; I saw later that she also had a matching grey skirt which was quite short and tight, with a slit vent at the back, and black calf boots. She took off her glasses and laid them next to some paperwork, and regarded me steadily. ‘Is this the one, Melissa?’ she asked the security guard, who nodded and said: ‘Yes, Miss Campbell’. I began to feel a bit less confident, but interrupted at once: ‘There’s been some mistake – I don’t know what all this is about!’ ‘We’ll see then, shall we,’ calmly replied the manageress, and she asked if I had bought anything in the store that day. I said no, explaining that I had tried on the dress but the fit hadn’t been right. ‘OK,’ said Miss Campbell, and she cleared the papers from her desk into a drawer before rising and walking around to the front. The black woman turned a key in the lock of the door, and then placed my satchel and kitbag on the vacant desktop. ‘Open these, please’, instructed the security guard. Foolishly thinking that this would clear everything up, I unzipped my sports bag – and gave a gasp of dismay. Lying on top of my kit were two pairs of the expensive black panties that I had admired in the lingerie department, still with their store price tags and labels. My breath was taken away for a moment, my stomach gave a sickening lurch, and I sat down heavily in one of the chairs. ‘I don’t know – I don’t understand – I didn’t’, I stammered, and then with a wail ‘They’re not mine!’ ‘Indeed they aren’t, young lady’, said the manageress grimly, ‘as you did not pay for them’, and the black woman standing behind my chair gave a gruff laugh. ‘Please, you must believe me’, I said desperately, ‘I don’t know how they got in there – I didn’t put them there!’ ‘Oh, yes?’, said Melissa derisively, ‘who did – the pixies, was it?’ I felt bowled over, and close to bursting into tears: I was a good girl, I’d always been a good girl and obeyed all the rules – how could this be happening to me?

I was in a daze as Miss Campbell explained that it was company policy to prosecute all shoplifters, whatever their age. She then reached up to a shelf in the corner and brought down a small video camera, which I hadn’t noticed was there. The manageress told me that it had filmed me from coming into the office to the discovery of the stolen items; its evidence, together with the in-store camera which showed me looking at and fingering the panties in the lingerie department, would ensure that I was convicted however much I protested my innocence. The black security officer alarmed me even more by saying that I would be sent to a reformatory or perhaps even prison. ‘A pretty young thing like you – they’ll eat you up,’ gloated Melissa. As I looked at her in horror, I could see the lustful way she was looking at me – and with shocking suddenness I realised who had put the panties in my bag, and why the security guard had known to stop me. The bitch had planted them on me herself – she often watched me in the lingerie department, which I had put down to the usual knee-jerk store suspicion of young people, and she knew what I had been looking at. Whilst I was in the changing room trying on the dress, my bags had been left at the attendant’s desk ‘for security’, and that was when the items had been inserted. I turned to the manageress to launch my accusation, but the words died on my lips – for she was regarding me the way a spider would a fly, and with redoubled fear I realised that she was part of the set up as well. I swallowed with a gulp, biting my lip. I was at their mercy – they knew it, and now so did I.

Miss Campbell rested her trim buttocks against the side of her desk, regarded me coolly with one eyebrow raised, and reached for her telephone. She knew from my expression that I had finally understood my situation, and with a half-smile she asked: ‘So, shall I phone for the police?’ ‘NO!’ I squealed desperately; ‘Please – please don’t!’ I knew that even if I didn’t get sent to jail, a criminal conviction would end my chances of getting into a top university or ever having a professional career – and I would do whatever was necessary to avoid that. I had a dawning suspicion of what that might be, but drew a shaky breath and said pleadingly: ‘I’ll do anything – please, don’t – I’ll do anything you want’. ‘Really – anything?’ queried the manageress. I closed my eyes for a moment, and accepted my fate: ‘Yes,’ I mumbled, ‘whatever you want, I promise.’

The manageress looked at me for a long moment, and then smiled in anticipatory satisfaction. I was certainly an attractive prospect for any predatory lesbian, with the combination of my blossoming figure and naive innocence, all prettily packaged in traditional school uniform. I was wearing sensible black shoes and white socks which came nearly up to my knees; above this was my grey pleated uniform skirt, which I wore at the regulation length of one inch above the knee. This was topped with a white buttoned shirt and striped school tie, and my navy blue blazer. Miss Campbell ordered me to stand up and take off the blazer, after which she grasped my tie and used it pull me close to her. Although I suspected what was in their minds, it was still a shock when I felt the manageress put her hands on my breasts and squeeze them firmly through the material of my shirt and bra. At the same time, the black security officer stepped up close behind me and ran her hands from my shoulders down my back, ending by squeezing my ass and then pulling my grey skirt up towards my hips. Miss Campbell loosened my tie a little, but then let go of it and unbuttoned my shirt. I made no resistance or protest as it was tugged out of my waistband and then back off my shoulders; Melissa undid the cuffs and the shirt was removed completely and tossed across to the couch. ‘Oh, my!’ said Miss Campbell as she admired the size of my breasts and their upswell in the bra, ‘Well-spotted, Melissa, this one’s a real peach’. She left my tie on, but tugged it towards one side so that it lay across my right breast rather than between them.

The next move was made by the imposing black woman. She reached under my armpits and grasped a bra-cup in each of her large and powerful hands, and then began to massage and squeeze them. This began to set off funny feelings, first in my breasts, then in my stomach, and then lower down – I felt my nipples responding to the attention by swelling erect, and I became aware of a loose and damp feeling between my legs. Melissa unbuckled my bra, and it joined the shirt on the couch. As I looked down, I could see the contrast of her black hands on the creamy white flesh of my boobs, stroking them and tweaking the nipples, and this vision and the feel of her warm firm grasp was starting to arouse me. I had never really thought of sexual relations with women before, though I had realised that I felt no enthusiasm for being poked with a male penis; I had thought it was just a matter of time and boys would somehow interest me when I was older, but my second and greatest shock of the day was the realisation that they wouldn’t. This was far more exciting and satisfying, and these masterful mature women were compelling in their raw sexuality. I found that I was thrilled by the fact that they desired me, that my body was arousing their lust, and I discovered that I wanted to be taken by them. I felt myself becoming wetter and looser in the vagina, and my shoulders went back to raise my breasts and proffer them to my conquerors. I breathed huskily: ‘Do anything, anything you want’, and Miss Campbell at once picked up on the change of my pose and my tone of voice. She gave me a full appreciative smile and then glanced at my panties, which were now on view as Melissa had pulled up my school skirt and rucked it around my waist. I shifted my feet to spread my legs a bit wider apart, and the manageress dropped her hand to cradle my Venus mound through the thin and damp material of my white school knickers. She felt my softness and wetness, and then pulled the elastic waistband of the knickers outwards with her left hand and slid the right hand down inside. I gave a gasping moan as the palm of her hand slid electrifyingly across my lower stomach and then found my cunt. She slipped her fingers through the hair, which was not long as I trimmed it about once a week, and found my opening. I shuddered in arousal as her thumb slid up and down my slit, prising it open. She caressed me intimately, and then withdrew her hand and looked in pleasure over my shoulder at her partner in crime, who through all of this had continued to grope and fondle my ample breasts. Miss Campbell offered her finger to the black woman, who sniffed it appreciatively and then licked it clean of my juices.

Miss Campbell hooked her fingers into the sides of my knickers, and slid them down over my hips; without needing to be told, I stepped out of them, and spread my legs wider still. I was now naked apart from my school tie, the grey skirt bunched around my waist, and my knee socks and shoes. I felt exposed, wonderfully vulnerable and totally available. The manageress knelt in front of me and pushed her index finger into my vagina. ‘Are you a virgin?’ she enquired. I said truthfully that I had done it a couple of times with boys at parties, and hadn’t enjoyed it – but my hymen had been broken. ‘That’s good’, she said decisively, standing up and taking off her suit jacket. I was instructed to unbutton her blouse, which I did with trembling fingers, half eager and half afraid. When it was discarded I found that she was wearing a sexy bra in navy blue, which was displaying to advantage a pair of breasts that were average-size but pointy and still firm. The next instruction was to kneel and undo her skirt, and I gave a gasp of wonder when I found that beneath it she had a matching blue suspender belt holding up her stockings, with the ensemble completed by skimpy thong panties over the top. Together with her black boots, it was a mouth watering sight, and I hardly needed the encouragement of her hand on the back of my head to bring my face forwards and kiss her crotch. She pulled down and threw aside the thong panties, leaned her bottom against the edge of the desk, and spread her thighs apart. I could see the puffy lips of her labia protruding from her vagina, and it drew me like a magnet. I rested on my knees, gripped behind her thighs with each hand, and for the first time in my life experienced the wonderful taste, texture and smell of another woman’s pussy. It was deeply arousing, redoubling my own wetness, and I gave a sudden squeal as I felt a large finger enter me there from behind and roughly probe me. The black woman had stripped off her uniform jacket, shirt and tie, and had dropped down behind me, reaching between my spread knees to explore my tight young cunt. She began to frig me forcefully with her right hand, and then brought her left around to resume the groping of my tits.

I slapped my tongue up and down the slit of Miss Campbell’s vagina with enthusiasm but little skill, but she was turned on by my innocence – and even more by her success in corrupting and seducing me. ‘Push it in, you silly bitch’, she gasped, and I did my best to follow her instructions, shoving my tongue in where there was less resistance and then slurping it around. After a while, I felt a nub which I correctly deduced must be her clitoris, and focused my efforts on that. ‘Ah, yes! Better,’ she gasped, her legs spreading wider and her hips starting to judder and thrust. Finally she orgasmed, after which she pulled me to my feet and gave me a passionate French kiss.

‘Very nice,’ said Melissa from behind me, ‘now it’s my turn, and I’m gonna fuck you, baby’. My fear returned a bit, and I looked at her wide-eyed in a way that turned her on even more. Before I could say anything, she roughly pushed me forwards so that the edge of the desk caught the top of my thighs and I went face down across it, with my ass sticking out backwards over the edge. Miss Campbell went back to her side of the desk, in front of my face, and gripped my forearms so that I could not have risen if I had wanted to. In fact I didn’t, partly because I was too unsure, but mostly because in this position Miss Campbell’s sweat-soaked pussy was right in front of my face. I stuck out my tongue, and with a grunt of pleasure she shifted nearer so that I could resume my oral caresses.

My uniform skirt had fallen back to its normal position whilst I had been eating out Miss Campbell, but now I felt being it being lifted from behind and pushed up to my waist, exposing my private parts. I looked over my shoulder, and gave a small squeak of alarm. The security guard had removed her skirt and panties, and was resplendent in black boots, black hold up stockings, and a black bra – but what had caused my concern was that she was also wearing a black plastic strap-on cock, which looked enormous. She stepped between my spread legs before I could instinctively close them, bringing the knob of the dildo to rub against my pussy lips. Then she pushed a finger into me, coated it with my juices, and rubbed this as lubricant on the plastic phallus. I managed ‘Please’, intended to be the start of ‘please be gentle’, but the rest was lost in a shriek as she shoved the dildo into me. It went further than I would have believed possible on the first thrust, and further still after she slowly withdrew it and then rammed the battering-ram in again. I felt her hands on my shoulders as her powerful stomach muscles flexed the dildo in and out in a faster rhythm. Then, in a moment of delicious ecstasy, she ran her fingernails slowly down from my shoulder-blades to my buttocks, ending with pinching, squeezing and lifting these. The sensation was amazing, and it both relaxed me and opened me up further – unbelievably, I felt the dildo slide in a further inch. I had never felt so filled and stretched, so totally possessed, and I surrendered completely to the experience. I was whimpering and moaning, and would have been thrashing round all over the desk if Melissa had not been firmly gripping my hips and Miss Campbell holding my forearms. My stomach was sweat-slicked and pressed flat against the unforgiving wood of the desk top, and its sharp edge bruised my thighs as Melissa heaved in and out of my cunt. I had never felt anything like it, and the experience of being taken by these two women who were twice my age, and of being mercilessly fucked by the tall dominant black woman, completed my conversion. If this was lesbianism, I wanted more.

I don’t know how long my roller-coaster ride of a fucking lasted, but I can still recall it vividly. After a few minutes, when I thought I might explode, Melissa paused for a second and took her hands off my waist. She seized my pigtails as if they were the handlebars of a bicycle, jerking my head upwards and arching my backbone, so that my ass jutted out and my cunt was presented at an easier angle for driving the dildo in with straight hard strokes. Miss Campbell let go of my arms as my front was pulled up, and instead grasped my breasts, partly supporting my weight whilst she tweaked and pulled on my nipples. This added to the overpowering sensations, as Melissa drove the dildo all the way up my cervix, spitting me and stretching me wide. With an incoherent moan, I came in a cascading wave of orgasms that were far beyond any of my previous fumblings with boys or inexpert attempts at masturbation. This was the real thing – shuddering, convulsive jerks of my hips and pelvis, pouring wetness from my pussy, and blistering pleasure exploding in my head and down my backbone. As I collapsed inertly, Melissa withdrew the strap-on and Miss Campbell released her hold on my arms. For several minutes I lay spent on the desktop, gasping like a landed fish. Then Melissa drew me upwards and took me in her arms, with my rounded pink breasts rubbing against her even larger dark ones. She gave me a warm smile that transformed her face and kissed me gently, exploring my mouth with her tongue. ‘One more thing, and then you can go,’ she said. Setting me back on my feet, she went to one of the filing cabinets and came back with an enormous vibrator which she handed to me. The black woman then lay across the couch, spread her legs open, and instructed me to make her come by licking her tits and fucking her vagina with the vibrator. I obeyed with alacrity, working the vibrator into her with see-saw circular motions, and sucking on the wonderful melons of her ripe black breasts. I was amazed that she took the whole length of the vibrator, and began to shove it in and out in a steady rhythm. Just as my hand was beginning to tire, she arched her back and let out a rasping noise from her throat. She grabbed my hand and rammed the vibrator in even deeper and held it there for a long moment, her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her mouth open. She panted for breath, gave a sudden cry, and then went limp. I looked down at her in wonder: had I just done that, made a grown woman come with complete abandon? I could get to enjoy that. Melissa opened her eyes, licked her lips, and said to me: ‘Well done, honey, you’re a quick learner.’

Whilst the two women got dressed, I used the towel from my sports kit to rub myself down, and then put on my school skirt and shirt. However, I left my underwear in the bag: my tits and cunt were too sensitive to wear anything next to them, and I relished the feel of open air around my pussy – and the sensual knowledge that I was naked under the skirt. Before I closed my bag, Miss Campbell removed the store tags from the sexy black panties and handed them to me. ‘With the management’s compliments’, she said with a smile, ‘I think you’ve earned them.’ I stammered my thanks, and turned to leave – but at the doorway I stopped and looked back at them. Hesitantly I said: ‘I’ll be coming to the store again next Tuesday – I’m such a naughty girl that perhaps you should search me again.’ They smiled slowly, and nodded once.

This happened in 1986. The store isn’t there any more, and now I live in another town. But however many women I have opened my legs for since then, I will never forget my first time – every second of it is fresh in my memory.

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