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The Pendant

Chapter 2

The next morning Dan awoke to find his wife had already left for work. She was a supervisor at the local supermarket and started work at seven each morning. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his middle and made for the bathroom. He was about to open the door when his daughter Louise came out ready to wrap a towel around her. Dan saw she was completely naked. Louise screamed and said “Oh shit Daddy I thought you was downstairs”. Dan had turned suddenly but not before he noticed his daughters’ pre-teen beauty, her pert little tits and hairless pussy were in plain view. “I’m sorry princess, I didn’t know you were in there” Louise turned and went to her bedroom. Dan went to take his shower. He turned on the water and as he washed himself he was slowly getting a hard on. The thought of his wife last night coming all over the place and then seeing his naked 10 year old daughter naked aroused him. He quickly shot his sperm up the shower wall. He began to hatch out a plan to further test the powers of the pendant.
He dressed and went downstairs to have breakfast and joined his daughter in the kitchen. Neither of them spoke of what happened outside the bathroom, and Dan said he had to leave to go to the Uni. Louise said she was going shopping with a school friend and they would both return home together as there was no school that week. Dan kissed his daughter on the forehead and left for work.

Louise left and walked a few doors down the street to call for her friend Amanda. She was also 10 and of similar build to Louise, but with auburn hair which contrasted to the blonde hair of Louise. They got the bus and headed into town to do their shopping for new clothes. They had decided they both wanted some new underwear and Amanda said she would also like a new swim suit ready for the expected long hot summer. They both purchased new underwear and a swimsuit each. They returned to Louise’ house and couldn’t wait to run upstairs and try on their new garments. They went to Louise’ bedroom and Amanda suggested they try on their swim suits first. They both stripped naked and put on the 2 piece bikini they had bought. Louise’ was a bright yellow one and Amanda had chosen a white one. They both giggled and Louise suggested they go to her parents bedroom to look at themselves in the full length mirror. They both liked what they saw but Amanda said hers showed too much of her ass cheeks. Louise giggled and said “Don’t worry, my Dad saw me naked this morning, but it was an accident. We were both so embarrassed”.
“Wow, I saw my Dad naked in the bedroom once. He was asleep but he had kicked the covers off and was completely naked. The man thing was huge”.
“You mean his cock was hard don’t you”? said Louise.
“Yeah” said Amanda.
“I have never seen a real cock but I saw my moms fake cock once. I think she keeps it up here somewhere” said Louise, opening the wardrobe door.
“Think she keeps it up there on the shelf. Get me a buffet and I will look”. Amanda got a buffet and Louise stepped up and searched the shelf. Her had touched the pendant and it fell to the floor. Louise kept searching and Amanda picked up the pendant looking at it closely. She thought it was heavy and decided to hang it around her neck. The pendant began to work its powers and Amanda had a strange feeling.
“Louise I….don’t feel very well…”. She glanced up and looked at the little bikini clad ass wiggling in front of her as Louise searched the shelf. Amanda reached up and began to stroke the little ass with both hands squeezing and rubbing her friend. Louise had grabbed a box from the shelf and stumbled as her ass was being fondled. They both fell to the floor and Amanda was the first into action. Louise had landed on all fours and her ass was sticking up. Amanda grabbed her again and moving the fabric aside, began to use her tongue on her 10 year old friend. She shoved her tongue in the little hairless pussy then moved up slightly and stuck her tongue in the tight little asshole in front of her.
Louise was still holding the box but the contents had spilled out on the carpet. “What’s wrong with you Amanda, please stop……..stop”. She was beginning to enjoy what was being done to her and continued to mildly protest over the invasion of her body. She could see the fake cocks on the carpet and was surprised how big some of them were. Suddenly she pulled away and faced Amanda. Her sweet little face was smeared in saliva and she grabbed Louise again and kissed her full on the mouth. Louise gasped and tried to push Amanda away. Instead her hand touched the pendant and she immediately returned the hot, wet slippery kiss. Their tongues met and both girls were moaning gently at this new feeling they were experiencing. Amanda reached her hand to fondle Louise’ little tits and Louise did the same. Both girls stopped kissing and Louise asked what was the pendant hanging around her neck. Amanda told her that it had fallen from the shelf. “Well I don’ know what the fuck it is but I think its one of my moms sex toys. Look at all these things here”. They began to stroke and suck on the various vibrators and dildos. Both girls were surprised at the language they were using and the fact that they knew what the toys were for.

“Lets get on the bed, and get some of these” said Louise. They both grabbed a handful of the toys and jumped on the bed.
“Now lets get naked, I want to fuck you with this”. She was holding a dildo that was about 6 inches long, ribbed and thick. They both got naked and Louise got on top of her friend. They began kissing again and Louise moved down to lick and nibble on Amanda’ firm little budding breasts. Both girls were panting and beads of sweat began to appear on their rampant little bodies.
“lick my pussy” said Amanda. Louise immediately obliged and shoved her head between her legs. She grabbed both legs and pushed them up and forward, giving her greater access to the sweet little pussy in front of her face. The little pink slit was already glistening and Louise held open the little girl pussy with both hands and started to lick and nibble. She knew instinctively where the clit was and gave that some attention. It began to swell and Amanda bucked her hips in the air and moaned “Oh fuck yeah baby, Oh suck that little clit for me”!
She then slid a finger into her friends little hairless slit and another just worrying the little anal opening. Amanda nearly jumped off the bed and screamed “Fuck me, fuck me you bitch”.
Louise continued to lick and finger fuck the 10 year olds pink pussy. She said “Right I am going to fuck you with this now” and rubbed the 6 inch dildo up and down the hot wet slit, then gently inserting it in slowly at first and then a little more. “Ouch that hurts” said Amanda not knowing that she had just lost her cherry. She soon recovered and moved her little hips up to meet every thrust of the dildo. Louise kept thrusting the dildo in and out of the little girl twat at the same time licking and nibbling at the swollen clit. Amanda could take no more and shrieked “I’m coming I think, I’m coming”! She grabbed Louise by the hair and kept her tongue and the dildo in her pussy as her first orgasm sent her little body into spasms. She sat up and they both kissed long and hard, Amanda tasting her own little girl juices on the lips and tongue of her friend.
“Now its your turn” said Amanda. She pushed Louise flat on her back and went directly to the hairless pussy between the legs of her friend. The little slit was already soaking wet and both girls were amazed at how their little bodies were reacting.
“Suck my clit like I did to you and poke my little pussy”.
“I intend to” said Amanda and immediately began to rub the area of the clit. It soon emerged from its hiding place and Amanda began to lick and nibble at the swollen love button. She soon found the little opening of her pussy and pushed her tongue in as far as at would go. Louise squealed at the new found pleasure she was experiencing and raised her hips to meet the probing of the tongue and fingers.
“Oh shit, this is fucking awesome, fuck that pussy, fuck it”! Amanda reached for the dildo still dripping from her own cunt juices and slowly inserted it into the tight little hole. Louise gave a jolt as her cherry popped and bucked and squealed as she neared her first orgasm. She left the dildo in the little pussy and raised her legs. She then pushed her tongue into the tight little puckered ass opening of her friend. Louise reached for the dildo and began to fuck her little hairless pussy. Amanda now had a finger in the little butt hole and shoved it in and out at the same pace. That sent Louise over the edge and she howled “Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, fuck my little asshole” and had her first orgasm. She thought she was going to pass out, so intense was her first orgasm.
“Wow, that was fucking great, I didn’t know we could feel such things” said Louise.
“No, me neither” replied Amanda. “We should put this stuff away now in case your parents come home”.
“Yeah” said Louise. They put the toys back in the box and Louise again stood on the buffet and put it back on the shelf. Amanda was again looking at the firm naked body of her friend and again felt herself getting horny. She started to play with her smooth soft pussy and then said “Here put this back too”. She handed Louise the pendant who placed it on the shelf. She got down and closed the doors of the wardrobe. They grabbed their bikinis and made the room tidy and went to Louise’ room. They both fell on the bed giggling and Amanda said “What do you think just happened”? I have never felt like that before”. “Me neither” said Louise. “It must have been that pendant thing”. Did you like doing what we did”? she asked.
it again?
“Oh yes definitely”. I want to fuck all day now and I want a real cock inside me”.
Both girls giggled and hugged each other then Amanda said she would have to leave now and go home. They both got dressed and Louise let her friend out.

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Emma comes to terms with events

I woke up with what felt like a cartoon rat slamming a hammer around in my head. My mind flashed back to the night before and my idiotic friends trying to hook me up with Matthew ‘dickhead’ Bates. Matthew was the kind of guy that thought a relationship was when you have sex twice on one night stand. I remember his foul breath when he was whispering so called erotic things into my ear. I mean who honestly thinks that saying ‘I want to feast on your beauty’ is going to impress an 18 year old. ‘Feast on your beauty’???? What a grade A douche bag.

The argument that my friends and I had was pretty epic. Any fight that makes me walk through town by myself has to be fairly off the charts.

While I pieced together that nights events and tried to keep my head from exploding I reminded myself of where I was. The, admittedly, tastefully decorated bedroom was that of my birth father Michael. I remember stumbling into the spare room and seeing the mountain of boxes and files that had been stored on the bed. I was pissed off that Micky hadn’t cleaned before I arrived. But then I guess he was just a man so maybe I shouldn’t have held him up to the lofty heights of a woman’s standard. I smiled.

I sat up in the bed and immediately saw the bulk of Micky lying on his front alongside me. His leg was sticking out from under the covers. Thankfully the rest of him was covered. I looked around and saw my dress, jacket, shoes and panties on the floor up against the wall. I looked down and saw that I was sitting topless. I moved the sheets and realized that I was absolutely stark naked. I froze.

I didn’t dare move. I didn’t want to wake Micky up. I didn’t know what was going on. Then I felt it, the sticky mess between my legs and arse. I slowly moved my legs and saw a large wet patch on the sheets. I opened my legs and wiped my fingers across the sticky area and bought my fingers up to my nose. I inhaled.

The smell was familiar. It had the aroma of sex. Juices mixed together. The musty smell of my own arousal and the musky tang of semen. I felt a little more and touched the lips of my vagina and realized that the stickiness was there as well. Oh shit. I had had sex. I had fucked him……oh my god I had sex with Micky. Oh shit

I shot a glance over at the sleeping Micky and was about to launch into an expletive filled rage but suddenly my overwhelming desire was to sneak away. I got out from under the covers and walked over to my pile of clothes. I put on my bra, dress and jacket and slipped on my shoes. I picked up my panties and put them in my jacket pocket and I left. I grabbed my handbag, opened the door, stepped into the hall and burst into tears.

I eventually calmed down and got my shit together. I fished out my phone and called my friend. I apologized a thousand times and I swore I would never walk home by myself again. I told her that I crashed at my Dad’s place but that I needed to get my bag. I let her know that I was getting a taxi and would be around soon. I then had to apologize that I had called her so early. She was monosyllabic and very annoyed.

I hopped into a taxi and typed out a text to Micky:

E – We need to talk. Call me.

The taxi ride over was uneventful apart from the taxi driver being a complete creep. I suddenly realized that going commando with such a short skirt was not a good call. I arrived outside her place and threw some money at the driver just as he started his ‘Maybe we can come to an arrangement’ speech……why are all guys such jerks?!

I knock on her door and waited. And waited. And fucken waited. I banged on her door again and after a minute or so she opened it. She had my bag in her hand and threw it out onto the street.

“Take your fucken bag and piss off.”

“What the fuck?! I need a shower.”

“Well maybe you should have thought of that before you embarrassed the shit out of me in front of Jack Thornton.”

“Who? Who the fuck are you talking about?”

“Jack Thornton. The guy I have been trying to hook up with for the best part of a year. You know, the guy that you told my secret about Matthew Bates to.”

“What secret….what the hell is going on?”

She leaned forward and through gritted teeth spat out the words, “About me going arse to mouth for him. You bitch. Find somewhere else to stay.” And with that she slammed the door in my face.

Brilliant! As if this day couldn’t have got off to a better start.

I sat on her front garden wall and contemplated what I was going to do next. I was receiving some odd stares from passersby’s. I tried to picture what they were seeing – a young girl in a small revealing dress, with a suitcase and a mop of hair that looked like a shrubbery. I needed to get cleaned up. I remembered that a coffee shop a few hundred yards away had proper bathroom facilities as long as you ordered breakfast and coffee.

I walked down the road and through the small park that linked on to the main road where the coffee shop was situated. The park was full of people getting their late morning exercise. Smug pricks.

I entered the coffee shop and ordered a breakfast muffin and a latte. I asked if I could use the bathroom and they gave me a key. They told me that my breakfast would ready in about 30 minutes. I went to the back of the shop, opened the bathroom door and closed it behind me. The noise of the street and cafe suddenly disappeared. The automatic lights came on and I found myself in a newly refurbished bathroom. All white with the occasional splash of blue. I put my bag down on the bench and opened it. I took out a an old hooded top and a pair of jeans as well as a bra and panties. I got out of my dress so I was standing naked in front of the mirror.

I had been told by my last boyfriend that I had a ‘cracking little body’. I had nice sized breasts that sat high on my chest. My belly was trim (which it should be due to how much I was paying per month for a gym membership!) and my hips were shapely. I was ridiculously short so I was never going to have long legs but what I had were OK. I looked down and I could see that between my legs I had a little bit of crusted cum. The sight caused my bottom lip to tremble again as I remembered what happened leading up to me standing here. My Dad had fucked me and my friend had abandoned me.

I stepped into the shower and allowed the hot water to wash away the sticky and crusty residue on my body. I washed around my crotch thoroughly but I felt like I couldn’t get clean. I decided to forget about washing my hair as I didn’t want to spend 20 minutes blow drying it.

I turned the shower off, stepped back up to the mirror and wiped away the condensation. I could feel myself getting angry. Why had Micky done that? How dare he do that to me. Should I call the police? Should I tell my mother? I only lost my virginity 8 months ago after fending off my ex’s hard cock for about a year before finally deciding I was ready. My first time was terrible. My ex thought we were in a porn movie so was making all sorts of sounds and facial expressions. He was clumsy and thought once he had entered me his sole job was to pound against me until he came. He even had the audacity to ask me if I came. Yeah sure buddy…..my vagina loved being treated like a cum dump. It really turned me on you fucken stupid piece of shit wanker.

I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that my breakfast would be served soon.

I finished drying and getting dressed. I pulled my hair back and put it in a ponytail. I gathered all my stuff and opened the door to allow the noise of the room to surround me again.

The breakfast (well more like brunch) was good. A poached egg on a savory muffin with a couple of bacon rashes. I ate it quickly and downed my latte. I walked out of the shop and onto the street. The morning was gone. I had been awake for almost 5 hours. For 5 hours I had contained my rage enough to get on with things.

The guy on the shitting bike came out of fucken nowhere. I mean what the hell was he doing on the footpath. There’s a sodding great cycle path on the road. I heard a yell and then the sound of tires skidding. I turned just in time to see a man on an expensive looking bicycle struggle to keep from tipping over the handlebars.

“Watch where your walking you idiot!”

Shit just got real, “Why the fuck are you on the footpath you twat! Why not ride on the fucken cycle path you cunt.” I was surprised by my sheer anger.

“Well if you didn’t wander around with your head in the clouds you would have seen me….I’m wearing a pretty bright cycling jacket.”

I walked aggressively up to him. I wanted to smash his smarmy rat face in with my fist. “Fuck off dick. I’m having a shitty day and I will end you if you DON’T. BACK. THE. FUCK. UP!”

The look on his face was a mix between terror, disgust and embarrassment. A little crowd had formed with one or two of the random strangers telling the cyclist to leave. There was also a voice telling me to watch my language.

The cyclist muttered something about me being a bitch and on my period but my anger had been replaced by shame. The prickle of tears stung the back of my eyes. I quickly walked across the street and into the park. I found a park bench and sat seething.

The phone in my bag buzzed and pinged. The message was an answer from Micky:

M – Come round as soon as you can

I got up from the bench and walked over to a taxi rank. I hopped into a taxi with a female driver and gave her the address. I text Micky:

E – Coming around now. Be there in 5 mins.

I was struggling now. I was going through a rollercoaster of emotions. One minute annoyed, then ashamed, then furious, then full of self-loathing. When I got out of the taxi at Micky’s place I was settled firmly with anger – white hot pure rage. I walked up to his door and got my keys out. I fumbled them in the lock and then finally opened the door. I burst in, threw my bags down against the wall, slammed the door and screamed at him.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK MICKY! What were you thinking!”

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To be fair to him. He was incredibly apologetic. I tried to keep my rage going but I suddenly felt very tired. He was explaining to me how it all happened but I was feeling exhausted and in need of a shower. I remember the look in his eyes though. Absolute sincerity. He knew what he had done was wrong and I did believe that it was a mistake. But I couldn’t get the whole thing out of my mind. My Dad’s cock had been inside of me. In my pussy. Thrusting into me. It was all too much.

I excused myself telling him I needed a shower. I made some weak joke about hoping there was a lock on the door. He said he’d stay down this end of the apartment.

I walked over to my case and took it through to the spare room. I unzipped it and got out a t-shirt and some jeans. Everything felt dirty. I walked into the bathroom and closed and locked the door.

I turned on the shower and sat on the toilet. My mind was racing. Images of what happened swirled like a x-rated tornado. I needed to work it out. Why didn’t I wake up. Why was he able to slip inside me….was I wet? Was my subconscious OK with the sex?

I got out of my clothes and stepped into the shower. I cried. I wasn’t OK with this. This isn’t what I wanted. I was scared that I would never be able to forgive Micky. Right now I didn’t hate him, I was angry. Not so much with Micky but with the situation, the whole fucked up stupid situation. I sat on the floor of the shower and pulled my knees up into my chest and sobbed.

My tears finished and I stood up. It was time for me to cowgirl up and start making this better. The weeping was doing nothing for my state of mind. I had been through shit in my life before and I wasn’t going to let this mess trip me up.

I got out of the shower and realized that I was tired. I quickly dried myself off and went through to the spare room to get changed. I threw on a pair of black jeans and an old Gun’s n Roses t-shirt and went out in to the lounge.

Micky was waiting for me and immediately launched into his explanation. I was sitting on the couch, kind of listening, kind of zoning out. He started to tell me about a girl he was seeing at work and that she wanted to meet me. Seriously! After all of this and he thinks it’s a good time for his new lady to meet me!?

He then told me that she was quite young. Suddenly my interest was piqued.

“Hoooow young?” I enquired.

NINETEEN!!!! My Dad, my 41 year old Dad is hooking up with a 19 year old! What the hell is happening with him at the moment?!

“Nineteen…..Jesus Micky. What is going on with you?”

“Nothing is going on with me. I’m happy Emma……well I was until the fuck up last night.”

At the mention of last night I drew my legs up into my chest. It wasn’t a conscious decision but the issue was still raw.

“Do you want to talk to her about it?” Micky asked.

I rolled her eyes, “Micky……I don’t even know this girl. Why am I going to talk to her about anything!”

“Well maybe she might be able to help.”

“I don’t need help Micky, I need to forget it even happened. Can you understand that?” I felt like I was going to say something in the heat of the moment so I stood up and walked down the hall and into my room and closed the door.

I threw myself on to the bed and willed myself to not cry. I was done with tears. In the fight to stop the moisture from leaking out of my ducts I closed my eyes. The tiredness enveloped me in its cozy arms. Soon all the troubles melted away and I was being gently held in the comforting grasp of sleep.

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The knock at the door roused me. I sat up just in time to see the door opening and a beautiful girl step over the threshold.

“Hey Emma, I’m Becky.” the girl said in a whispered tone.

My brain wasn’t quite connected to reality yet.

“Sorry – who?”

“Becky, I’m your Dad’s new….um……girlfriend?”

I smiled a little at the way she said this with inflection at the end that made it sound like a question.

“Oh hi. Micky said you were coming around.”

She walked into the room and stood there. She was quite a sight. She didn’t look 19, more like early to mid 20’s. She was average height with nice legs and a very impressive ‘rack’. I could see why Micky was keen on her.

She spoke again, “Look, I know you don’t know me but Micky has told me what’s been going on. He’s killing himself over this Emma. He’s a real mess. I’d like to talk to you if I can. Maybe help?”

“It’s Becky isn’t it?” I said perhaps a little to cattily

She frowned a little, “Yes, or Rebecca if you want.”

“I realize that you are trying to get some brownie points with Micky but you’ve never met me before so I’m really not sure you can ‘offer’ me any advice.”

She stepped forward and sat down on the bed near my feet. “You’re right. I’ve never met you before but I do think I can talk through some stuff with you.”

Oh great – she’s a helper. One of those people that feels that she can offer sound advice in any situation. I’ll just wait for the ‘I know cause I’ve lived it man’ moment.

“So you have experience with this kind of thing do you?” I said tersely.

“Well not quite like this. But I did have a situation where I was completely out of my depth and would have appreciated talking to someone outside the situation.”

“I’m not out of my depth. I’m completely aware of what happened. I’ll sort it out with Micky. I don’t need his trophy girl coming in here and trying to act more mature than me.” Perhaps that was a little harsh but to her credit Becky didn’t react to it.

“I’m not trying to ‘sort it out’ Emma. I just want to offer you an ear to bend so that you can say what you want without the added pressure of having the person directly involved sitting across from you.”

DAMMIT! Why was she being so…..so…….so right! Why couldn’t she be annoying and stop making sense.

I sighed, “So you know what happened then?”

“Kind of. Why don’t you tell me. The only version I have is the ramblings of Micky.”

So I told her. I tried to be aloof and give only a hint of the details. But she was right. Speaking to her was easy. I could say anything and not go through the crippling embarrassment that I would have endured if I was speaking directly to Micky.

It all came pouring out. The start of the night, my bitch friends, Matthew Bates, walking to Micky’s, the messed up spare room, waking up in the morning, the feeling that I had enjoyed it…..everything. Becky just sat and listened. She occasionally made a few well-placed jokes to keep my spirits up. She was good at making me feel like she was ‘with’ me not just listening ‘at’ me. When I cried she knew when to let me be so I would carry on, but she also knew when to make a gesture, holding my hand, putting an arm around me. Once I had got the end of the story she directed the conversation so within minutes we were giggling about the punishments we would carry out on stupid Matthew Bates.

We heard the shower go on so knew that Micky was up and about.

“I don’t want him like that Becky.” I said in a deadpan voice.

She looked at me, “I know.”

“I keep thinking I should have woken up. I thought that maybe I had secretly wanted it. But I don’t. Regardless of the fact he’s my Dad, I just don’t feel that way about him at all. The whole thing disgusts me.”

“I think that’s Micky’s problem as well. I’m going to tell you something that might freak you out a bit.”

I sat up a little straighter and readied myself, “Go ahead.”

“Micky’s main problem is that a few weeks ago he and I kinda of….well……kind of did a little role playing.”

“Oh god no Becky – please don’t tell me things like that. My eyes will literally fall out of my sockets and dissolve in front of me.”

“No no….no details. But let’s just say that we BOTH kinda riffed on the fact that I was his daughter….we had a pretty good time.”

“Eewww.”

She laughed, “I know, but it was harmless stuff and it was really….um….interesting.”

“To much info,” I laughed, “tell me something Becky. Why Micky?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you’re a beautiful young girl who could probably have their pick of guys, but you choose the 40 year old?”

She sat and pondered this for a while.

“Honestly Emma I have no idea. I guess I had never really been treated right by the guys I was with. Micky showed me that I was allowed to feel special. He made me feel like I deserved to be treated better. He’s been so wonderful. I know it must be hard for you to hear this but he is what I class to be a proper man. He’s strong, well built, with a caring sensitive side.”

“Really?” I was genuinely amazed at how much Becky thought of him.

“Without making you feel sick and possibly putting you off sex for the rest of your life he satisfies me like no one I have been with before….and it’s not about just having sex. We share things, experiences and yes, as cringe worthy as it is for you fantasies. Micky has grown so much in the last few weeks. His confidence is up, other women are taking notice of him simply because he likes himself. I’m really proud of the fact that I have had something to do with that.”

“Other woman?”

“We’re not, shall we say, exclusive as such. I encourage him to experience as much as possible. If that means he is with someone else then I’m OK with that….as long as he doesn’t lie to me or hurt me. I’m honest with him if I share something with someone different.”

I was shocked, “Wow….I had no idea that Micky was so….so…..progressive!”

Becky laughed, “We have had some pretty good times already.”

“So I guess that Micky is pretty open to all sorts of stuff.”

“It looks that way. But I can tell you right now that he is not looking for anything from you. Fantasy is fine but bringing that into his reality is not what he is about. He loves you….but there’s a line.”

I felt relieved, chastened and impressed all at the same time. My Dad, my old pensioner of a Dad was living life to the fullest. He was embracing the opportunity that had presented itself and was running with. Part of me wanted to know what he had been up to.

“I think I get that now. Was I silly to overreact?”

“Are you kidding me?! I think you did an amazing job being as calm as you were. High five for that.” And Becky reached over and indeed gave me a high five.

I leaned in and gave her a hug. This complete stranger to me had just helped me through a tough spot.

I pulled away from her and looked her in the eyes.

“I’m gay….I mean I’m a lesbian.”

She looked a little stunned and then softened, “Am I the first person you’ve told that to?”

“Sort of. It’s the reason I came up here. I wanted to tell Micky before I told my Mum. I needed to let him know first in case my Mum reacts badly.”

“Why would she react badly?”

“Well maybe not her but her husband might. He’s a bit religousy. Casting folk into the lakes of fire and all that.”

“I’m sure Micky will be happy for you.”

“Well I’ll speak to him later. Please don’t say anything.”

She gave me another hug and softly whispered, “This is your news to tell Emma.”

She hopped up from the bed and smoothed down her skirt. I glanced at her and felt a prick of jealousy at her tall slim figure.

“Is it OK if I stay tonight?” she asked me.

“I can’t see why not. Micky will probably be asleep by 9pm anyway!” We both laughed.

“Thank you Becky. Seriously. You really helped.”

“My pleasure Emma.”

As I got up she stepped over and gave me another hug. I felt her arms wrap around me and her body press against mine. I smelt her hair and could feel the warmth of her body. I gripped her tighter and felt the mass of her breasts up against my chest. She started to pull away so I let my grip loosen as well. She leaned down a little a gave me a kiss on my cheek.

I felt a bolt of electricity surge through my body. My nerve endings tingled. I breathed in her aroma and felt my throat contract. I unconsciously dropped my hands to her arse cheeks and pushed her hips into mine.

Becky stepped back. Not forcefully, not with any urgency but with enough strength to break our hold.

I put my hand up to my mouth, “I….I…..I’m sorry Becky. I have no idea what happened then.”

She laughed sweetly, “It’s OK hun, lots of emotions going around at the moment.”

“Yeah – I think I should get some more sleep.”

“Well if I’m staying we’ll get some pizza or something in? I’ll let you know when it arrives.”

With that she turned away from me, opened the door and closed it behind her. I collapsed onto the bed with my head in my hands, “No no no no no no……Emma….you idiot!”

I climbed under my blankets and pulled them up around my chin. My mind was going at 3000 miles per hour. Had I just fallen for my Dad’s girlfriend? Well that would just cap off the perfect start to my stay here!

I thought about dozing off but fired up my laptop instead to check Facebook and twitter and snapchat and YouTube and Instagram and emails and the various other ‘social’ sites that make up a huge part of every teenagers life. It was the usual stuff, party updates, holiday snaps, viral videos, meme’s and inspirational sayings presented in a fancy font over a picture of a rocky mountain face or something equally tacky . I did have a few emails from friends wanting to know when I was back from the dark north. I had a long email from my ex which I read. I wish I hadn’t – dear God what did I ever see in that emo wannabe.

My relationship with my boyfriend had broken up due to my realization that I was attracted to girls. He was kind of an arty guy that fancied himself as a deep thinker. But often his conversations bored me. His attempt to get me to turn vegan was the last straw. No one takes my right to bacon away from me! I had kissed a couple of girls at Uni but it was always laughed off as a drunken thing although my body’s reaction to the contact told a very different story.

I had met one girl called Tamara who was ‘out and proud’. I had confided in her and we had fooled around a little. It was the first time I had let a girl finger me. It was nice but Tamara was not really my type. She was pretty but seemed to try and hide it behind a masculine exterior. I felt that I was a lesbian – I wanted to be with a girly girl, not a girl pretending to be a lumberjack.

After a good 20 or 30 minutes more of ‘social interaction’ I closed down everything and decided it was time to eat. I quietly opened the door and made my way down the hall and walked out into the dining/lounge area.

I saw that Micky and Becky were on the couch. All I could see was the back of Micky’s head and a view from Becky’s head down her body. Micky had his hand under her shirt and was massaging her breast. I could see Becky’s hand frantically rubbing between her legs. She was on her back with her feet flat on the couch and legs bent and spread. I could hear her breathing in shallow pants. As she writhed on the couch her breasts freed themselves from her shirt and I got a glorious view of them gently bouncing in time with her own spasmodic movements.

Without realizing my hand had pressed up against my chest. I moved it so my fingers worked their way under my shirt and bra. My nipples had reacted to the scene I saw in front of me. They were rock hard and sensitive. I felt an explosion of energy rip through my body as my fingers applied pressure to them. My other hand snaked down the front of my jeans and massaged my crotch. The thick denim not allowing me to experience too much contact.

As I looked again I could see Becky starting to spasm along with her obvious orgasm. Her legs coming up, knees being pressed against her chest. Her chest rising and falling as she did her best to contain the sensation so not to alert me to what was happening.

It was too much for me. My own passion was starting to take hold of me. I had an insane desire to launch myself at Becky, push Micky out of the way and let my lust devour Becky’s body. I recovered my senses enough to stop what I was doing and to quietly head back to the spare room. I opened the door and closed it behind me as carefully as I could manage.

As soon as the door closed I tore of my clothes. My shirt and jeans were off before I made it to me bed. My bra fell to the floor and my panties were kicked off.

All I could picture was Becky heaving in the midst of a huge orgasm. This one image meant I wasn’t in the mood for a romantic wander through my mind. I needed release.

I immediately traced my fingers over my pussy and felt the sharp tingle of expectation. I rubbed myself but I was already so wet I plunged my fingers into my lubricated pussy. While two of my fingers probed into my hole my thumb massaged my clit. I felt the surges of electricity, the same as I experienced with Becky’s hug, roll through my thighs and across my lower back. I could hear my breathing quicken and I heard the soft sound of suction coming from my pussy as the walls of my cunt gripped my fingers. I could feel my orgasm start from my toes and make its way up my legs.

With my eyes closed I imagined Becky lying down between my legs. I fantasize her tongue darting in and out of me and flicking my clit.

As my orgasm took hold I made sure it was her image I saw. Her slim smooth legs, her tight arse and her swelling tits. But mainly her face. her beautiful kind face. I wished I could be kissing her full lips, letting her tongue wrap around mine while our hands entwine. I imagined her mouth open in pleasure as I brought her to her own orgasm.

I lay there looking at the ceiling. The sweat that had formed on my naked body started to cool. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. My body showed all the signs of my sexual experience. My nipples still stood proudly on my breasts, my face and belly were flushed and my pussy was visibly puffy. I picked up my discarded clothes and put them back on. As I put my t-shirt over my head I heard a knocking at the front door. I checked myself in the mirror once I was fully clothed and made myself presentable.

As I opened the bedroom door I was hit by the smell of pizza. Micky was in the kitchen opening the boxes and Becky was sitting on the couch flicking through the on demand movies. She turned and smile at me and waved me over to the couch. I walked over and sat down next to her. Her face was still slightly flushed. She put her hand on my leg and gave it a squeeze which caused me to almost lose my breath.

Micky bought the pizza through and we all tucked in. I felt relaxed. Although the issue had not disappeared it had been put into perspective. I felt safe sitting there. And then Becky smiled at me and gave me a wink.

Uh-oh – this wasn’t going to end well.

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A woman observes, then joins her niece and friend.

An Understanding Aunt, Part 1 (lesbian/incest)
I was happy to have my Niece Connie staying with me for a couple of weeks last summer while her parents went on a long anticipated cruise to the Caribbean. She is a sixteen year-old beauty, with long blond hair, blue eyes, and a nicely developing figure.

She loves to display her abundant blessings in her string bikinis. She wears a different one every day, and they seem to get skimpier and skimpier–or is she just a “growing girl”? In any case, she struts around the house giving me quite a show of her budding breasts and her nicely rounded bottom.

Although I am married, I also appreciate the beauty of other women, and have even tasted the fruits of Lesbos from time to time.

Sometimes as I watch Connie lounging around, and get glimpses of her perky nipples pushing out of her bikini bra, I am tempted to reach out and pinch them to see if they are real. (nah, I know they are real!)

Occasionally she will sit in such a way that I can see the beginnings of her pubic mound with a few tendrils of her adolescent pussy straying out from her bikini bottom. My own pussy begins to juice when I look at her for more than a moment, so I tend to just flick my eyes over her rather than to stare.

The other day when she came home from the beach, which is just about a block away from our home, she had a girlfriend with her. She was a little younger than Connie, but was already showing her emergent womanhood in slightly flaring hips and bulging bikini top, smaller than Connie’s but nicely rounded nevertheless.

The girls went down in the basement to wash the sand and salt water off their bodies, and I didn’t think any more about it until I noticed that they were down there longer than Connie usually took to rinse off. I went to the head of the stairs and listened. It was rather quiet, but I could hear an occasional giggle or muffled sigh, and my curiosity was aroused. I sneaked down the stairs until I could bend over and peek into the basement without being seen by the girls.

There, on the couch I kept down there for an occasional nap (or masturbation session), were the two girls, both naked, and playing with each others’ breasts. I was just in time to see Connie bend down and kiss Linda’s little breast, which made the younger girl giggle and push Connie’s face away.

Then Linda did the same to her older friend, but Connie didn’t push her away. Instead, she held the girl’s head in her hands and pushed her breast firmly onto her face. I could see Linda’s mouth open to receive the budding nipple of my niece between her lips. It didn’t take her long to remember her nursing days, and she was soon nursing on Connie’s breast just like a hungry baby.

By now I was so turned on that I just sat down on the step and let my hand wander up under my skirt to finger my panty clad pussy. My panties were already soaking, so I slipped my finger inside and reached up to finger my clit, giving myself an instant mini-orgasm.

As I watched in avid fascination, my niece got down on her knees and put her head between Linda’s naked legs. She ran her hands up the insides of Linda’s thighs and eventually found her almost bare pussy with her gently stroking fingers.

Linda lay back on the bed, her legs sprawled open as Connie bent her head and licked her way up the inner thigh of her young friend and began to nibble at her puffy little pussy. Linda sighed and moaned as Connie’s tongue began to lash at her labia and lap up the secretions of her young pussy.

I couldn’t stand being a spectator any longer, so I went back up the stairs a way, and then came down, letting my footfalls be heard by the naughty girls.

Connie jumped up from between Linda’s legs so fast that Linda was shocked into sitting up just in time to see me moving toward them. I asked them what they thought they were doing (a dumb question, admittedly), and they just stared at me, at each other, and then began to blush and attempt to cover their nakedness with their hands.

I told them to move apart, and then I sat down on the bed between then. I put my arms around both girls and smiled at them, letting them know that I completely understood their youthful curiosity, and approved rather than disapproving of their activity, as they might have expected.

My hand roamed down their backs until I was caressing the tops of their sweet, round asses, and then I asked them whether either of them had ever seen a fully developed woman in the nude. They both admitted that they hadn’t, and I asked them if they would like to see how they would look when they had completed growing into womanhood.

They eagerly responded in the affirmative, so I stood up before them and had them unbutton my blouse and remove it. They admired my bra and its contents, and then I instructed Connie to unhook my bra and let it drop.

Both girls gasped at the sight of my mature breasts, which though not large by adult standards, were huge compared to their adolescent swellings. I invited them both to fondle my breasts and to see how the nipples felt. They ran their fingers over my nipples, which were like hard knobs surrounded by my pink aureoles. I shivered at the touch of these young, nubile, teenagers.

When I saw how fascinated they were with my breasts I invited them to taste the nipples as they had done to each other. How heavenly it felt to have their young mouths nursing at my breasts, just like a pair of twins, feeding from their mother!

After they had sucked and chewed at my breasts for awhile, my pussy getting wetter and wetter, and the juice starting to run down between my thighs, I told Connie to unbutton my skirt, and Linda to pull it down, revealing my pussy juice soaked panties.

I slowly worked the panties down over my hips, revealing, a little at a time my curly, brown, pubic hair. My pubic hair is plentiful, but not thick, so it is just a nice curly fuzz around my pubic mound.

The girls stared in awe at my womanly charms until I took their hands and pulled them to me, inviting them to explore the dense delight of my vulva. Their fingers played tentatively at my slit, which opened to them readily, allowing them to get in between the outer lips to discover the inner lips, and eventually the clitoris that hid beneath–well, it wasn’t hiding, since their pawing had made it stand up like a little penis.

I though we had gone about as far as we should on this first exposure, so I let them finger me until I had an orgasm, then told them to get some clothes on and go upstairs for lunch.

I’ll have to tell you the rest of the story on a future installment.

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The bug is smarter than everyone thought

Bug control: Evolution
By Droid447

Dr. Vivian McLeod was carefully retrieving a bug from the container. There were still a few specimens alive since she brought them back from Miranda’s apartment. The doctor could still remember the night she received the call. “You have to come over and see this!” her boss said over the phone. Since then, five blocks around Miranda’s building still remained in quarantine. The former leading scientist had been fired after the incident and they had reinforced security in the research facility.

“Come here, big boy. Let’s try to find out how you do what you do,” Vivian said, while grabbing the bug with her bare hands. One thing she knew for sure, was that they were absolutely none aggressive.

The origin of this bug species was still unknown, other than the single specimen that was found frozen in the antarctic. It had been amazing to discover that these creatures could take control of other creatures, including humans, and use them for reproduction purposes. Vivian was in charge of deciphering this incredible capability. The potential was limitless and this task had become a priority for the powers that be.

So far, the bugs didn’t seem very good at solving problems. This made it hard to explain how they manage to manipulate complex brains. The Doctor had no choice but to experiment with human subjects.

“I’ll put you over here with your… mate, and get out of your way.”

The Doctor placed the bug next to a woman laying on a table. She was Lydia, one of Miranda’s co-workers. She was still reported as missing in the police files and she would remain that way until they could fix her mind, which according to Vivian, was not very likely. She believed the victims were “too far gone”.

Lydia was awake but unresponsive, yet her nipples swelled when she sensed the proximity of the bug.

She is already getting excited. How does he do it?! Vivian thought.

The bug got close to her head and delicately pushed a tentacle into Lydia’s ear. The woman led out a soft gasp and the Doctor watched as her pupils dilated.

A moment later, Lydia moved a hand to her crotch and started rubbing her clitoris. Vivian had seen the same behavior every time and she new what was going to happen next. Lydia would masturbate until reaching climax. Then she would do it again, experiencing one orgasm after another until the tentacles were removed from her ears.

Her hand moves always the same way. I wonder if the bug is controlling her motility as well.

The sensors detected vibrations within the woman’s skull and tiny electrical discharges emanated from the bug’s tentacle but they were too complex to show a decipherable pattern.

The Doctor looked at the CAT scan and marveled at the changes inside the woman’s head. The pleasure center within her brain lighted like a Christmas tree.

“Wow! You are experiencing true ecstasy, aren’t you?” Vivian said out loud.

But there was still not enough information to understand what was causing the precise changes in Lydia’s mind. This research method was going nowhere.

The enthralled woman arched her back and moaned loudly as she reached climax ten minutes later. Vivian always felt a bit voyeuristic to watch such an intimate activity. To make things worse, her own pussy was moistening and she felt ashamed of it.

I am not making any progress and now I am getting horny? What is wrong with me?!

After Lydia climaxed for a second time, and all her brain activity was recorded, the Doctor decided to let her rest and pulled the bug away from her head.

“Let’s get you in your container while I design a more efficient test.”

The other bugs were carefully locked down in individual containers but their singing could still be heard in the background.

As the Doctor walked with the bug in her hand, she had and idea. “Wait a minute, before I put you back in your home, let me try something else.” It was definitely crazy and reckless but it would provide her with a much better understanding of the bug’s interaction with a human brain.

Vivian knelt on the floor, placed the bug on a table and pulled one of the bug’s tentacles close to her ear. She grabbed it firmly with her thumb and index finger, ready to yank it out in case she felt something dangerous.

“Ok, little friend, show me your tricks.”

The tip of the tentacle entered her ear and at first she felt nothing, except a barely audible noise, like a mosquito that is flying a bit too far. Suddenly, the Doctor felt as if a bomb exploded behind her eyes. She let out a loud gasp and her eyes opened wide. It was exhilarating and scary at the same time…

… within the shock, she lost her balance and fell sideways on the floor, unplugging the tentacle from her ear. It had been the strangest sensation. Like an electric shock directly into her brain that resonated all the way to her crotch. In fact, a tingling sensation lingered in her pussy, like an aftermath of an orgasm. She could feel a drop of her own vaginal juice sliding down her thigh.

“Wha…? It felt so weird…” Vivian was still very disoriented and she was disturbed about her own behavior. She quickly stood up, grabbed the container and placed it with the others. She needed to get out of the lab to clear her head.

That was so foolish of me. I hope nobody saw me. Luckily for her, there was no-one around.

It had been enough work for today. She was tired and she didn’t want to make more stupid mistakes.

* * *

Vivian was driving back home feeling uneasy. She was so distressed when she put the container back with the others that she wasn’t sure if she had placed the bug inside. She did remember closing the lid but that was all. She thought she heard the bug’s singing inside the car but she knew that it was impossible. There was no way any bug could escape the new security system.

Was the bug in the container? I can’t remember. Maybe I should go back… No, I think it’s just my nerves. Damned, my panties are so wet.

The bugs had been certainly loud this evening. As she though of this, Vivian wondered why she was still feeling aroused.

* * *

When Vivian arrived home, she went straight to her room to take off those sloppy panties.

God! I am soaking wet. What is the matter with me today?

She was planning to take a bath later on so she didn’t bother to grab a fresh pair, or even put on a robe. It was not like her to walk around nude in the room with all the curtains wide open but tonight she just didn’t care. She had more important things to think about.

The bug was in my ear just for a second but it felt so exhilarating.

And it was then when she felt it…

Something quivered inside her belly. The Doctor stood completely immobile, trying to find a logical explanation to what just happened. Maybe her stomach was demanding some food… but the movement had been too strong and too foreign.

Then she felt it again and she started to panic. “What the hell??!”

Vivian sat on the bed and carefully poked her abdomen. She didn’t feel any pain but the motions were more frequent now and every time she felt it a bit lower, closer to her crotch.

Soon, it became evident that something was sliding down her vaginal cavity. It was squirming, stretching and caressing her sensitive skin.

“There is something inside of me! How is it possible?!”

The Doctor desperately searched her mind for an explanation. The bug! If the bug was not in the container, then it must be…. “No!! I have the bug inside of me! How does this happened? When?!”

Vivian wanted to reach inside of her body and pull that thing out but she was too afraid. Then, after a particularly strong motion, a pair of tentacles emerged between her pussy lips. The scared woman tried to grab the appendages and yank them off but a sharp pinch forced her hand away. She could clearly feel the bulk of the alien creature squirming through her tight cavity and then she saw it with terror projecting from her pussy.

Within all this, the Doctor felt a hint of pleasure radiating from her crotch and this added to her confusion.

The bug was half way out but its long tale was still inside Vivian’s body, purposely trashing within her vaginal walls. The creature curved both of its tentacles, one touched her clitoris and the other approached her anus. It became obvious that the bug wanted her to reach an orgasm.

Vivian was struggling to believe that this was really happening. She didn’t understand why the bug was not coming completely out of her. And she wasn’t sure that she wanted that either. It felt so good, yet she needed this nightmare to end. The overwhelmed woman was more confounded than ever.

Her arousal was rising. She knew that this creature was going to make her cum unless she did something. But what could she do? Maybe she should just stay still…

A couple of minutes later, the sensations became too much for the Doctor and an unwanted orgasm ignited across her body. She arched her back while her pussy twitched hard around the creature that finally began pulling itself out. The bug never stopped moving its tail inside the woman’s cavity, making her climax almost unbearable.

Knowing that Vivian’s mind was lost in a labyrinth of bliss, the bug vacated her pussy and walked over her shuddering body towards her head.

Vivian felt the creature walking on top of her but she couldn’t bring herself to push it away. At this moment she was completely defenseless.

When her orgasm began fading away, Vivian turned her head and saw the bug right beside her head. She realized that the creature was going to push a tentacle into her ear. Her heart jolted with fear and her pussy twitched with need.

A couple of minutes later the fear was gone but the excitement wasn’t. The Doctor was no longer able to think. She could only feel. And she felt a lot, as if a hundred tongues were licking her pussy, her nipples, her ass. Her body was more sensitive than ever and it was being stimulated to the limit. Yet, nothing was touching her except that wonderful tentacle in her ear. It was a miracle.

The enthralled woman stayed on her bed for an uncertain amount of time. She massaged her breast with one hand and rubbed her pussy with the other. Her eyes rolled back intermittently as she tried to cope with the incredible bliss that radiated through her entire body. Then, within the haziness that clouded her mind, Vivian heard three words that would change her life forever. These words resonated in her brain and echoed in her pussy like molten lava, “You are host”. She climaxed again.

* * *

The bug worked all night on Vivian’s brain, carefully rearranging her neuronal connections to fit his needs. Her personality was left unchanged, but now she belonged to him and he made sure this truth was imprinted deeply within her mind.

Morning came, and so did Vivian, for the twentieth time.

Later on, having breakfast in the kitchen, Vivian was looking at her Master with amazement. He had fooled her, pretending that he had no intelligence when in reality he was smarter than her. He waited patiently for the right moment. He sang to her for weeks in the lab, soothing her mind, making her horny, making her reckless. Until “she” decided to push a tentacle in her ear. That was all he needed.

“You are so beautiful… and so smart,” Vivian said, fully aware that he could understand her.

Vivian called the lab letting them know that she was going to take a few days off work. Now she stood calmly waiting for Janet, her assistant, to arrive.

* * *

The nest that the bug had created at Miranda’s house had been destroyed and he had learned from that bitter experience. The bug had managed to imprint not only obedience and arousal in Vivian’s mind but also the need for safety. The Doctor was acting accordingly to fulfill this notion.

Vivian opened the front door for Janet and invited her a cup of coffee in the kitchen, “Thank you for bringing those papers to me. I know this is not in your job description.”

“There is absolutely no problem,” Janet said, “You have a beautiful house, by the way.”

“Is there anything relevant happening at work?” Vivian asked.

“The Director called and I told him that you were sick at home. He said it was fine but he didn’t sound too happy about it. I am not allowing anybody into the lab without your express permission.”

“You are not only beautiful, but very smart too. You are the best assistant ever,” Vivian said in a seductive voice.

“Stop, you are making me blush,” Janet responded, truly flattered. She admired Vivian very much and her comments meant the world to her.

Janet was drinking her coffee while looking discretely at the Doctor’s body. Her boss usually wore plain clothes covered in a lab-coat but today Vivian was only wearing a very short robe that displayed her shapely legs and allowed a partial view of her rounded breasts.

The assistant was not a lesbian but she couldn’t avoid having a couple of naughty thoughts, Did she always had this awesome figure? How come I didn’t notice before?

In any case, Janet was happy to keep her boss company while she was sick. Another weird thing was that Vivian didn’t look sick at all. In fact, she looked better than ever; so relaxed.

Vivian noticed Janet’s unfocused eyes and kept doing small talk, “I mean it. I think you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

Janet didn’t answer this time, she just stared at Vivian’s body, She looks hot in that robe. She took another sip of her drink and felt a hint of arousal igniting between her legs. Doctor McLeod is so attractive. I wonder how it feels to kiss those soft lips.

As if she was reading her mind, Vivian stepped forward and kissed Janet without any warning whatsoever. The Doctor was burning with need and she decided to risk it.

God! She is kissing me! …feels good. After a brief moment of hesitation, Janet responded the kiss with passion. She closed her eyes and embraced her boss.

Without breaking the kiss, Vivian turned Janet around and pushed her against the kitchen island. Then she placed her hand on the side of her assistant’s head and pushed a finger in her ear. Janet found this a little odd but at this moment she couldn’t care less. She had only kissed another woman back in college and she didn’t remember feeling this good about it.

Meanwhile, the drawer beside the stove opened on its own and the bug emerged from within.

Vivian removed her finger from Janet’s ear and it was quickly replaced by the bug’s tentacle. The aroused woman didn’t notice the change. But she did notice the Doctor’s tongue circling her nipples and she led out a gasp of pleasure.

Janet felt as if her breasts were ten times more sensitive than usual. She never suspected that the usually solemn Doctor had such an expertise on sexual matters, nor that she was a lesbian! It felt as if Vivian was licking both her nipples at the same time. It was awesome!

By the time Vivian went down on her assistant lifting her short skirt, Janet was almost reaching her first orgasm. The excited woman vaguely realized that the Doctor’s hand was no longer close to her head but she still felt something in her ear. In the back of her mind she knew that there was something wrong with this scenario, but she was too focused on the delightful lips that now nibbled her clitoris.

She discarded the thought, or maybe it was discarded for her. She couldn’t tell anymore.

Janet felt another ‘finger’ entering her left ear. Her dazed brain made sense of it. It would provide balance with her right ear. Suddenly, one notion overtook her mind. She should be paying attention only to her feelings, specially between her legs.

Vivian was working diligently on the woman’s pussy, certain that her Master was already working on Janet’s head. It would take only a moment before Janet joined the harem permanently. Yes, make her yours Master.

In a matter of minutes, the blissful sensation coming from her pussy was increased ten-fold, almost like magic. This triggered an orgasm that made Janet’s body arch violently while her pussy gushed all over the Doctor’s face. Her eyes rolled back in bliss when she heard the words “You are host”.

The minutes passed and Janet couldn’t stop climaxing. It was the longest and most intense orgasm of her life. She didn’t understand what was happening to her. One instant her mind was blank, open, receptive and the next she was completely conscious, uneasy and scared.

She would not be able to endure this situation for long. The moments of clarity were getting shorter. She was losing her mind! Part of her wanted this to stop but another part didn’t want this feeling to end. In any case, she was not in control.

Vivian lifted her head to see her assistant’s face. Eyes completely rolled back until only white could be seen, mouth wide open with her tongue sticking out. It reflected pure joy and Vivian knew exactly how Janet was feeling. “Cum Janet! Let him show you true elation.”

* * *

Half an hour later, Janet’s body had stopped trembling, except from an occasional twitch of her hands and legs. Her eyes were still mostly white, echoing the changes that were taking place within her brain. Her pleasure center was being stimulated to the limit while other neuronal connections were adjusted as needed.

Vivian couldn’t stop touching herself while she watched her Master take control of her former assistant. She could feel her vaginal juices dripping down her thighs and she was certain that she should be able to reach an orgasm if she watched a little longer. The Doctor thought about the CAT scans back in the lab and the incredible pleasure they showed. Now she was beginning to understand.

At this moment, Janet was not confused or scared anymore. New knowledge was filtering through her ears in the form of microwaves and electrical signals. She was going to be host; her pussy twitched hard. She was going to be a slave; her pussy twitched hard again. She now belonged to the bug; she climaxed.

The whole time her body remained completely still. It was imperative not to disturb her Master’s work. She was being redesign and was proud of it.

The bug made a piercing sound and Vivian stoop at attention. Another sound compelled her to remove Janet’s dress. The Doctor’s pussy gushed at every command. Then, Vivian watched the bug climb on top the young woman’s body. She had an idea of what was going to happen next and she felt envious. She fought the urge to jump on top of the island and beg her Master to fuck her first. But she didn’t. I wish I could “give birth” to him again.

The bug sent another command but this one was directed to Janet. She understood perfectly. “Remain still”.

The bug reached Janet’s belly and turned around. Then he aligned his long tail at the woman’s vaginal entry. The woman’s heart was beating fast with anticipation and her pussy was dripping wet. She was ready.

“Prepare to be host, my darling.” Vivian said.

As the bug’s flexible tail pierced through, Janet lifted her torso and moaned loudly. The creature’s appendage was not very thick but it was long enough to reach the bottom of her pussy and beyond into her womb. Now she belonged to him in the most intimate and complete way.

Janet felt the bug’s tail twisting inside of her, caressing her inner walls with precise expertise. The creature knew exactly when and where to touch her. Her ever growing arousal was driving her insane. The moment she felt something else filling her womb, Janet climaxed again.

Within the cozy environment, three small eggs emerged from the tail’s tip and attached to the new host.

The bug kept fucking Janet for several minutes, strengthening the bond with his new slave and making sure her reached many more orgasms, further breaking her mind.

Vivian observed while frantically rubbing her pussy. She made herself cum a couple of times but the fire in her loins was far from extinguished. She wanted to get fucked as well and all she had to do was wait a little longer.

* * *

From then on, Janet kept coming back to Vivian’s house every night. But still, she was instructed to live her life as normal as possible, avoiding suspicion, specially at work. Both women already looked pregnant and it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide it.

“How is everything at the lab?” Vivian asked Janet. They were completely naked laying on the bed. The bug had one tentacle buried in Vivian’s left ear and the other in Janet’s right ear.

“The boss is threatening to send your replacement if you don’t go back soon, even after a told him that you are still working from home.” Janet responded, then she added, “Uff, My babies are restless within my womb. I think it is time for me to give birth.”

Apparently, Janet’s enlarge belly was not going to be a problem anymore. The bug sent a signal into the woman’s brain, which made her eyes rolled back. After that, she knew exactly what she had to do.

Without saying a word and with a faraway look in her face, Janet got off the bed and knelt on the floor spreading her legs. In less than a minute, her water had broken and greenish fluid started leaking from her pussy.

Vivian moved to the edge of the bed to have a better view, “You are so lucky. I got pregnant first and you are having our Master’s offspring before me.”

“Your belly looks bigger than mine. Maybe you will… uhhg… have more babies and that’s why it is taking longer,” Janet said between soft moans.

“You are probably right. But I hope it doesn’t take too long.” Vivian responded.

Janet could clearly feel one of her babies sliding down her vaginal cavity and this made her shudder with excitement.

Vivian watched up close as the first bug emerged from her assistant’s stretched pussy. First the tentacles, which squirmed erratically as if the bug was still learning how to move them. Then the head with its protruding eyes.

“It’s coming! The head is out. Keep pushing!” Vivian exclaimed, now kneeling in front of her friend.

“Oh God! It’s going to make me cum!” Janet whispered.

Janet was not really pushing. The bug was doing all the work, churning its body and twisting its tale withing the woman’s body, enticing her to reach climax. But before he succeeded, he slipped out and fell to the wet floor with a squishy sound.

The aroused woman had nothing to worry about since the second bug was following close behind. When he was half way out, squirming desperately through the birth canal, Janet reached a powerful orgasm. Her pussy twitched hard around the creature, making the escape more challenging.

The first bug was still trying to stand up on the slippery floor. His father was inches away, making encouraging noises and Vivian was marveled, watching the whole scene, “He is so beautiful. He is trying to stand up.”

Janet had been climaxing nonstop for five minutes when the third bug emerged into the world. She was barely conscious. When her last baby finally came free, she stopped trembling and crumbled to the ground.

Vivian caressed on of the babied feeling envious, I want to give birth to my own babies. I don’t understand why I have to wait.

The newborns communicated with their father using forceful noises. Vivian couldn’t understand them as commands but her pussy twitched nonetheless.

* * *

The following day, Janet was back at work. Now that her belly was flat again, she was able to wear a short tight dress as usual. Making sure that nobody was watching, she sneaked into the lab,

Everybody is at lunch. This is the perfect opportunity.

This was not an ordinary day. Dr McLeod’s replacement was arriving soon and one bug was still missing; her Master. Today, Janet was here on a mission. The sexy woman stood up straight with her hands by her sides and her eyes half-closed. She did her best to avoid moaning out loud while the bug that was hiding in her pussy began to crawl out.

It had been incredibly enjoyable when the bug, one of her sons, pushed his way back into her pussy early this morning, and she knew that it was going to feel just as good sliding out. A couple of tentacles were already visible between her thighs.

Janet reached a quiet orgasm before the bug completely vacated her body. The fear of having somebody walk into the lab at this moment and finding her like this, only increased her arousal.

The other bugs, trapped in their containers, were singing loudly. They knew that the noise would help cover up the faint moans of the human slave. The newborn bug was fully aware that he was going to live in captivity for now on. He was going to take his father’s place in the container, allowing him to remain free. The humans couldn’t differentiate one bug from the other and this was an advantage. He was going to sacrifice himself for the good of the hive.

“Thank you for doing this my baby. I will come back for you if I have the chance.” Janet whispered, as she placed her offspring in the container.

* * *

During the following weeks, the harem kept growing. Vivian was very careful to select young, healthy, independent women that lived alone. Friends from the gym, former college mates, everyone was a potential victim. Life inside Vivian’s house was a constant orgy of enthralled girls being ravished by a growing battalion of bugs.

Selma, the latest acquisition, was peacefully sitting on the living-room’s sofa. She stared absentmindedly into infinite and a strand of drool hanged from her lower lip while one bug fucked her pussy and another one fucked her brain. Within her body, her nervous system was stimulated to the limit.

Vivian was sitting beside her with a dripping pussy and a pregnant belly. She had not given birth yet and this annoyed her. To make things worse, none of the bugs wanted to fuck her anymore. Not even the original bug, her Master.

“How I wish you would fuck me too. Are you punishing me, my Master?” She asked with a hint of sadness.

Some girls were already on their second round of impregnation. Three small eggs were pushed into their wombs, always in the midst of orgasm, and a few days later three new bugs emerged from their pussies, ready to fuck.

Feeding on the fluids of the women, the Master bug had grown considerably, now being at least three feet long from head to tail. He had just finished subjugating and new slave’s mind and it was time to take her body as well.

Laila, the slave, was standing like a robot in front of the creature. It was impossible for her to form a coherent idea except the notion that her pussy was on fire. Her Master’s “voice” echoed in her brain and an image of herself popped in her mind showing her what to do. Laila’s pussy twitched with excitement as a drop of her own fluids dribbled down her inner thigh.

She climbed on top of the kitchen counter-top looking inwards, mimicking the images within her brain created by the lovely sounds of her Master. Her movements were sluggish but precise. Her eyes were unfocused since she did not need to see. She was being guided and she only needed to obey without question.

As soon as she got into position, Lidia’s mind focused again in the incessant itch between her legs. She could feel the giant bug climbing on top of her and her nipples swelled. This creature had terrified her just a few hours ago and now she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of her.

The bug pressed the tip of his tail against Lidia’s vaginal lips and waited. He teased her for a moment, letting the anticipation build inside the enthralled woman. He could hear her heart beating fast as more lubricating fluid escaped her pussy and soaked the counter-top. Lidia began to moan even before the appendage was inside of her.

The bug twisted its tail forward penetrating Lidia’s pussy, filling her completely. The appendage churned and stirred within the tight vaginal cavity, easing its way to the bottom and then pushing further in. Then the creature pulled back and immediately pushed in again. The motions were harsh and relentless. He started to get a rhythm.

The bewildered woman lifted her torso, opening her eyes wide and moaning loudly as she felt the appendage reaching unbelievably deep within her body. Nonetheless, after the first initial shock, Lidia remained completely immobile except for the vaginal muscles. She squeezed her Master’s appendage as hard as she could, knowing that her orgasm was imminent.

And soon enough, her climax hit her like a freight train. Lidia’s body went stiff for a second, then started shuddering out of control. Her brain became a mushy ball of white bliss and her entire world was instantly reduced to that spot between her legs that didn’t belong to her anymore.

The bug started to absorb the abundant girl’s fluids. This was his only means of support; another important reason the keep the females horny all the time.

After Lidia’s orgasm faded away, the bug kept fucking her like nothing happened. She would be climaxing again in no time, feeding him some more and allowing him to get a little bigger.

* * *

The Doctor’s house had become a thriving nest. The property was secluded enough to provide the much needed privacy and all the bedrooms were full with bugs and horny women.

Vivian had her face between Shelly’s legs, a friend from the gym, when she suddenly felt a sharp tug in her belly. She examined herself realizing that her babies were finally ready to come out. Her heart jolted with joy. It was time!

“Finally!” Vivian exclaimed, “My belly is so huge! I guess I am going to give birth to at least a dozen new masters.”

She felt her vaginal track expanding wider and wider as the birthing started. This was not a regular delivery, like the ones she had witnessed many times before. She was giving birth to something bigger.
She began to understand why her pregnancy lasted so long. She was special. Her baby was going to be unique! The scientist’s arousal spiked.

“I am not giving birth to a bug!! This is something else!” she said to no-one in particular.

After a while, Vivian’s pussy was stretched incredibly wide and the astounded woman was in the midst of a blissful daze. The birthing contractions were like a ticking clock towards a tremendous orgasm and she could hardly wait for it.

One meter away, the main bug was patiently observing his offspring emerge into the world. A new species combining his DNA with hers. It was time for evolution.

It soon became evident that Vivian was giving birth to a large cocoon. Its surface was green and leathery, coated with a lubricating jelly.

The first convulsion of a strong climax helped Vivian expel that last centimeters of her ‘child’ out of her pussy. She shuddered absentmindedly while her feeble body slowly bent backwards until her shoulders rested on the carpet. Her mind was trapped in a loop of ecstasy, unable to form a single thought but her pussy was very much alive, gushing with every contraction.

The greenish cocoon now rested between her legs, slimy and inert. It was hard to believe that all that mass had been inside the Doctor’s body moments ago. It was huge.

The smaller bug had dislodged his tentacle from Shelly’s ear and climbed down the woman’s body to have a better look at the cocoon. Whatever was developing inside, was his new brother. He was definitely special and needed attention.

After a couple of minutes of mind blowing bliss, Vivian recovered and observed her offspring with amazement. Except from the green color, it looked nothing like the rest of the bugs.

“What is it? Why is it so different? Oh God! Something is coming out of it!” The scientist gasped as a proboscis emerged from the top of the cocoon and extended upwards a few centimeters.

The smaller bug, which had been conditioning Shelly’s mind, stepped to the side and made a loud sound. He was sending a command to Shelly, who immediately lifted her torso to an upright position.

Shelly’s enthrallment is complete. She is totally under the master’s control. Vivian thought, looking at the woman’s rigid motions. I want to eat her pussy again.

Shelly stared forward with a faraway look yet her body seemed tense and ready. She got up from the couch and stood. Her facial expression was serene but Vivian knew that the woman’s pussy was twiching. She had been in the same situation many times before.

A squishy sound brought Vivian’s attention back to the cocoon. The tentacle was projecting a few centimeters further and waved seductively.

Meanwhile, the bug kept sending commands to Shelly’s brain and the woman responded like a robot. She straddled the cocoon without even looking at it. Her hands rested limply by her sides and her pussy dripped while she waited for the next instruction. The tentacle was now churning between her legs.

The masters want her to fuck the cocoon! Vivian thought, quickly realizing what was going on.

Indeed, Shelly lowered her body in perfect balance until her pussy lips touched the tip of the proboscis. Then she hesitated for a second. Remnants of her old self warned her that this wasn’t right; she shouldn’t be doing this…

A new energetic command cleared her mind from any doubt and her pussy responded for her, making Shelly moan. Her master’s wish had become her wish. She wanted to be fucked.

The enthralled woman groaned loudly as the tentacle entered her body. For a brief moment, the cocoon trembled, as if it was feeling the same kind of pleasure that Shelly was enjoying.

“Push it deeper, Shelly. Let him own you.” Vivian exclaimed while rubbing her pussy.

Shelly started bouncing up and down, slowly and steadily. Her overwhelmed mind barely acknowledged that the bug was climbing up her body again, reaching for her ear.

The doctor was looking fascinated at the new-sprung cocoon; her baby. She wondered about its purpose. Maybe it was created just to stimulate the women more efficiently. To speed up the subjugation process. Her pussy twitched when she imagined that fat appendage buried in her pussy and a bug’s tentacle plugged in her ear. It must feel great! I want to be next.

Vivian watched the new slave climaxing several times. Her entire body shivering in bliss for a couple of minutes until each orgasm faded away, then waving her hips trying for one more. The whole time, Shelly’s vaginal fluids trickled abundantly within and around the appendage, into the bulk of the cocoon where it was eagerly absorbed. The creature was feeding from her.

After a few hours, Shelly couldn’t move anymore. Her mind had pretty much shut down and her body was utterly exhausted. The enthralled woman’s pussy still twitched once in a while but she had been sucked dry.

“It is time for you to take a brake, honey. I’ll help you move aside.” Vivian said, realizing with satisfaction that Shelly was done. It was her turn to replace her friend on top of her offspring.

Vivian dragged Shelly’s limp body away from the pod and she moved above it. Looking down, she realized that the cocoon had grown a few centimeters. Is it my imagination or my baby is already getting bigger?

The larger bug made some crackling sounds and this time the command was directed to her, she understood perfectly. He was urging her to sit on the tentacle. In any case, the aroused Doctor needed no encouragement since this was exactly what she was planning to do. Nearby, the smaller bug climbed over Shelly’s torso and approached her head, ready to resume his entrancing duties.

Vivian straddled the pod and lowered her body. It had been a while since any of the bugs fucked her and she moved slowly, enjoying every centimeter of the warm appendage as it filled her cavity. Vivian couldn’t avoid thinking that this cocoon had been inside of her womb earlier that day and now it was fucking her. This was so bizarre and so delightful at the same time.

The Doctor bounced up and down on the fat appendage and it didn’t take long before she reached her first climax. Her legs trembled rapidly while the rest of her body jolted in orgasmic spasms but even then, with her brain in the midst of bliss, she knew that this was the first climax of many. She was so happy.

The big bug remained beside her, watching her cum. He kept sending commands: “Fuck the cocoon; keep cuming; fuck the cocoon again; keep cuming…” She was willing to obey until her last breath.

A couple of hours later, Vivian was still moving her hips but not with the same stamina as before. She was getting tired. Still, the exhausted woman wanted to reach climax at least one more time and she certainly was going to try.

Suddenly, Vivian felt something on her back. The main bug had jumped on top of her and anchored on her hips and waist.

What? My master wants to fuck me but the tentacle is still in my pussy!. The scientist was confused and uncertain about what to do. Should she removed the appendage from her pussy? The bug was not sending her any new commands.

The answer came quickly. Vivian had to do nothing. With a swift move of its tail, the bug penetrated Vivian’s ass. The woman jolted and moaned out loud. The combination of pain and pleasure was weird and exhilarating. When the bug started to pumped her ass, deeper each time, Vivian realized that this was exactly what she needed to reach another orgasm.

With both her holes filled to capacity, Vivian climaxed one more time, and a few minutes later she climaxed again. Now she wasn’t even moving her hips. She just did her best to remain in place while her body shuddered uncontrollably during each orgasm.

A while later, Vivian was in the same state as Shelly was before. Her limp body was completely bent forward while her juices flowed abundantly into the cocoon, feeding it and helping it to grow.

The bug kept fucking the frail woman regardless of her unresponsive condition. As long as her pussy was soaking wet, she was doing what she was supposed to do.

Faint moans could be heard coming from other areas of the house. Suddenly, the main bug made a loud crackling noise and the whole house went quiet for a few seconds. Then other bugs responded to the call and soon, soft footsteps of naked women approached the living room. There was a new priority in the nest.

* * *

During the following weeks, the cocoon increased its size considerably and more tentacles emerged from within. This allowed more women to provide nourishment simultaneously and there were at least two slaves tending to its needs at all times.

At this moment, Susan waved her hips back and forth, resting her buttocks on the pod and feeling the tentacle buried deep inside her body. Her pussy was dripping lubricating fluids like crazy and most of it was being absorbed by the appendage. Behind her, Shelly was straddling the large sac, barely balancing her body on her toes while a long tentacle churned in her vaginal cavity, also sucking her juices with avarice. Beside them, Selma was on her hand and knees letting the strange cocoon fuck her in the ass and she was enjoying it greatly.

The sounds of pleasure that echoed in the living room were constant. When one woman couldn’t take it anymore, there was always another one to replace her. It was a never ending orgy.

Vivian was always vigilant, making sure that her offspring was well fed. She could see bulges protruding occasionally on the pod’s skin, the same way they form on a mother’s belly when her unborn child pushes from inside. Something is developing inside of the cocoon but I can’t see what it is. It is getting so big. We will need to recruit more women soon.

Shelly started shivering in climax a moment later. Vivian stood up and plucked a finger in the girl’s ass trying to prolong her orgasm, which lasted more than one minute until Shelly’s legs caved beneath her. Even then, Vivian held her upright, letting the pod suck the girl’s juices at will.

“Yes! Cum hard Shelly! Feed our Master.”

A few minutes later it was Susan’s turn. Her entire body jolted violently on top of the cocoon while her orgasmic spasms trashed her body without mercy. Vivian could see the slave’s belly bulging as the tentacle churned within her tight cavity, urgently feeding on her.

While Susan’s limp body remained sitting upright, still impaled by the tentacle, Selma arched her back in bliss as her climax exploded across her body. Vivian approached Selma, realizing that the cocoon was fucking the woman in the ass and she found this odd. She came to the conclusion that the pod was not only feeding on vaginal fluids.

Vivian relished on the mind-bending power of the bugs. No more than a week ago, Selma was a normal, well adjusted woman and now here she was, with a tentacle buried deep in her body and shivering in the midst of an anal orgasm.

* * *

More days passed. The cocoon had become large enough to fit a grown person inside and the women kept feeding it without pause. Vivian and Selma were kissing each other passionately, standing at either side of the pod. They both were close to orgasm as two tentacles churned within their pussies.

Vivian was too busy to notice that many bugs were approaching the cocoon and were singing loudly. Something was about to happen…

Suddenly, a ripping sound interrupted the soft moans. Vivian looked down with concern! The top side of the cocoon was opening and a clawed, green hand emerged from the newly formed seam.

“God! The cocoon is opening! And something is coming out!”

Selma’s mind was too far gone and she just wanted to kiss and fuck some more. She made a sound of complaint when the tentacle was yanked from her pussy.

The cocoon opened wider as a large humanoid lifted his torso and came forth. The master bug, who stood just one meter away, was crackling loudly in some sort of celebration.

“I can’t believe this! He is almost human! My son is almost human!” Vivian exclaimed, staring at the emerging creature.

His eyes were large and black, just like the bug’s. The color of the skin had different shades of green and it seemed to be an exoskeleton, also like the bugs. But the similarities ended there. The shape of his body was much like a man’s. Vivian was astonished and delighted. This was truly her son! Part bug, part human.

While the cocoon deflated at his feet, the humanoid stood up and looked at Vivian. He was trying to understand where he was, or even who he was. One thing was certain to him, that woman looking back at him with admiration and devotion was more than a friend. He could sense it.

Vivian spoke to him, “H..Hi! Can you understand me?” but received no response.

The humanoid picked up one of the smaller bugs from the floor and analyzed it. He realized that it was related to him in some way but it was an inferior creature. He heard Vivian speaking but he couldn’t understand her.

“He is your brother. Please don’t hurt him.”

Meanwhile, the master bug was sending commands to Selma, who knelt rigidly in front of the creature while her pussy twitched with joy of obedience.

“Yes, Master” the slave responded, then followed her instructions. She stood up and bent over, showing her tempting pussy to the newborn.

The humanoid carelessly discarded the smaller bug like it was a piece of garbage and focused his attention on the woman offering her body.

Until that moment, Vivian hadn’t notice the creature’s cock but now it was impossible to miss as it started to swell and enlarge. “Wow! Your cock is enormous!”

Vivian did notice that the humanoid was not sure about what to do and she quickly jumped into action. She knelt beside her son and delicately grabbed his cock, guiding it until the tip was pressing against Selma’s wet pussy. “You see? Your beautiful cock goes in this hole. Push it as deep as you want.”

Selma gasped when she felt the cold appendage touching her warm pussy lips and she had to suppress the urge to impale herself on the big cock. She had been commanded to bend over and stay still. Nothing more.

Vivian’s words were just gibberish to the humanoid but at this point he didn’t need further assistance. Instinct took over and he rammed his phallus into Selma’s cunt. The appendage was thicker and longer than the tail of the largest bug and the enthralled woman moaned loudly from the harsh penetration.

They both remained motionless for a moment, yet Selma’s pussy was twitching like crazy. The humanoid pulled a few centimeters and then pushed back in. It felt good and he did it again. And again.

“Yes! Like that!” Vivian said proudly. Her son was a fast learner.

He started pumping Selma’s pussy faster and with eagerness. Soon, the anxiety he felt in his loins diminished noticeably. He understood that he had to do this as often as possible.

The newborn began to get a rhythm. He grabbed Selma’s arms and pulled her closer, stabbing his cock deeper and harder.

Selma was going berserk with the wild ravishing. Deep within the bottom of her enthralled brain, she was aware that nobody had ever fucked her so hard and so fast. At this moment, even if she wasn’t a mind-controlled slave, she would give herself to the creature, begging for more.

“Wow! You are really giving it to her.” Vivian said, truly impressed. She walked around the mating couple, admiring her son’s body. Completely unafraid, she touched his hard arm with curiosity. She knew that the humanoid was not a danger to her. The worst he could do to her was to fuck her, and she really was hoping for that. “Your skin is as hard as bone. This is amazing.”

At last, Selma reached her inevitable orgasm. Her eyes rolled back followed by high pitch screams that were cut off intermittently by her wrecking spasms of bliss.

“You made her cum!” Vivian yelled, “Keep pounding at her to make it last.”

After more than a minute of uncontrolled shivering, Selma was almost unconscious. She barely noticed when a load of warm cum was expelled within the deepest confines of her stretched vaginal cavity.

The humanoid was not sure what was happening but it felt great. Something was gushing out of his cock and he wanted to fill his mate to the limit with it. When he was done, the creature let Selma plunge to the carpeted floor. He felt tired but really satisfied. He saw Vivian crawling up to him and licking his smeared phallus. It felt nice. He decided to fuck her next, maybe after a short break. Vivian was thinking the exact same thing and her pussy was dripping wet.

* * *

The following days, the humanoid spent his time ravishing all the women in the house. Vivian followed him around like a good mother looking after her child. The creature was already able to understand a lot of human words but Vivian was not sure if he would be able to speak. He hadn’t said a word yet.

And he didn’t have to. All women in the house were entirely at his disposition and they satisfied all of his needs. At this moment, he was in Vivian’s bedroom fucking Violet, a new arrival to the nest.

Violet’s mind was a myriad of confusing thoughts. One of the smaller bugs worked on her brain for a while when she arrived to the house but the humanoid demanded her attention before she was fully entranced. Now she was aware that a strange creature was ramming his huge cock in her pussy and she should be screaming in horror, but her will to do so was not there.

To make things worse, the phallus penetrating so deeply inside of her felt so good. But this was wrong! She was being fucked by a monster! Yet, she wanted more. She wanted so much more…

Vivian was on her bed being ravished by the master bug. Now that the cocoon’s multiple tentacles were gone and the humanoid could only fuck one woman at a time, Vivian spent a lot of time indulging him. His tail was the largest and it filled her so delightfully. It was obviously not as good as her son’s cock but very pleasant nonetheless.

The bug’s chanting felt so soothing and exciting at the same time. He was constantly pushing signals of submission into her mind and each one made her pussy twitch around the appendage. The bug’s tail churned and twisted within Vivian’s cavity, absorbing her abundant vaginal fluids and purposely keeping her in the verge of orgasm.

“I am almost there. Please let me cum…” Vivian pleaded.

The master bug was very satisfied about how things were developing in the nest but all this was about to change drastically.

A slave entered Vivian’s bedroom carrying a cellphone. She was being guided by a bug hanging from her shoulder and it was difficult for her to speak while her pussy was twitching so hard. But the message was important…

“Vivian, you have a phone call from Janet.”

“Can’t she wait? I’m busy.” Vivian said between moans.

“She says is urgent.” After handing the phone, the slave stood rigidly by the bed. She stared forward waiting for further instructions. She looked calmed, serene, but was on the edge of climax.

Vivian reluctantly grabbed to phone and spoke softly, trying not to disrupt her master and the blissful feeling that radiated from her pussy. She was so close to orgasm. “What is so important Janet? I am feeding our master.”

Janet was at the lab, hiding behind some cabinets. She also spoke quietly but for very different reasons. “Vivian, your replacement arrived today and he has been reviewing all the data, including the video footage of the bug’s lab. There are some secret cameras that we didn’t know about. They saw our master crawling between your legs and into your pussy. They know that you smuggled him out of the lab. They are putting a team together as we speak and they are going to your house. You need to get out there now!”

Janet heard Vivian gasping and then she heard her speaking away from the phone. She was explaining the situation to the bug. After hearing Vivian’s words, the bug retrieved his tail harshly from Vivian’s pussy, eliciting a grunt of pleasure.

“You need to… Uughh!… go to a safe place, my love. You need to save yourself,” Vivian said.

The creature had a bigger priority than saving himself. He needed to ensure the continuance of evolution. He jumped swiftly off the bed, approaching the humanoid and Violet. He made a crackling noise indicating the woman to stay in place. Vivian and the other slave heard the command as well and obeyed, even as the instruction was not intended for them.

The master bug moved closer to Violet’s head and plugged his tentacles in both of her ears. Then he started sending his mind-bending vibrations at maximum force. The woman opened her eyes wide as the few disjointed thoughts that remained in her brain were washed out in an instant. Her mind became a white canvas ready to be imprinted with whatever the bug wanted.

As the sensations in her pussy increased ten-fold, her brain began to receive a cascade of notions that became immediate and incontrovertible certainties. Submission, loyalty, safety, obedience, secrecy and many more. At the same time, the bug asked the humanoid to fuck the woman harder and faster. Her impending orgasm would expedite things and time was short.

Vivian didn’t understand what he was doing. All she wanted was to save him, What is he doing? We need to go away.

Less than a minute later, Violet climaxed. She arched her back violently while her arms and legs trembled rapidly in the midst of ecstasy. At that moment, she was no longer an independent individual. She was only a vessel to her master’s soul. She had become the perfect slave with no will of her own and ready to execute her instructions with infallible precision.

Vivian watched the scene with amazement and growing arousal. She forgot for a moment that the Company’s assault force was coming to her house and she wished she could be in Violet’s place. Shivering in mind-blowing bliss.

The humanoid felt his mate’s pussy clenching his cock with forceful spasms and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He discharged several loads of white sperm in Violet’s cunt until it spilled to the ground.

The bug kept reprogramming Violet’s brain for a few more minutes, even after the humanoid removed his phallus from her soaked pussy.

“Please Master. You can finish her later. We need to leave,” Vivian pleaded.

The humanoid observed the scene with apprehension, knowing that something was wrong. He sensed that we was in danger. His instincts indicated that he had to leave the comfort of the nest at once.

* * *

Ten minutes later, Violet was standing rigidly in the living room wearing the same clothes she had when she was recruited less than twenty-four hours ago. She had been assigned to keep the humanoid safe and to find another nest for him and his descendants. Violet would give her life to protect him if it came to that.

“There is manhole in the back yard to leads into the sewer system. Take him in there and leave the area,” Vivian said to Violet, understanding that the priority was to save her son and then she would think about how to save her master.

After climbing down the manhole, Violet led her new master through the tunnels of the sewer. She didn’t know exactly where she was going but the important thing was to get away as soon as possible. “Please follow me, Master,” Violet said.

The creature didn’t understand what was going on. All of this was new to him. After all, he was less than two weeks old. Why wasn’t his mother here with him? He didn’t like this new place. It was nothing like the nest. The only pleasant thing around here was Violet’s ass swinging sexily in front of him.

The humanoid was scared and confused and needed some comfort. And there was only one way that he knew how to get it. He jumped forward, grabbing Violet’s waist and pulled her skirt up. As expected, she was wearing nothing underneath.

The new slave was startled for a moment, then said, “We have to keep moving Master. I have to take you to safety.”

Realizing that he wasn’t letting go, Violet considered her options. It was not the right time or the right place to have sex but when she felt the tip of the humanoid’s cock entering her pussy, her priorities changed. She wanted him to fuck her. She needed that long phallus inside of her badly. Her mission could wait for a few minutes. She bent forward and rested her hand on the slimy wall for support.

As the long cock penetrated a little further, Violet tightened her pussy to maximize the sensation. It was stretching her like a normal human cock would, but she knew that this was just to tip. There was so much more to enjoy. “Please fuck me deeper, Master,” she begged.

The humanoid granted her wish, stuffing her cavity to the limit. Violet screamed in bliss and the echo of her voice traveled far through the tunnels. If anybody was listening, they would be easily found. The spontaneous ravishing was putting them at risk but neither of them cared at the moment. They started to get a rhythm and nothing was going to stop them until reaching climax.

Violet thrust her ass back, urging her master to shove his entire member inside of her every time. She could feel it going impossibly deep and still she wanted more. She was hooked like an addict to a hardcore drug.

The humanoid quickly forgot that he was not in the nest anymore. He only cared about the warmth of his mate’s snuggling pussy. It was so tight.

* * *

After his offspring left the nest, the main bug calmly walked back into the living-room. Vivian urged him to hide or do something but it was too late anyway. The company’s assault team was entering the house. They surrounded the property and nearby locations. Nothing would escape them.

“Nobody moves or we’ll shoot!”

“Don’t shoot. He is not violent. None of us are.” Vivian said, faking calmness. In reality, Vivian was very scared for her master’s safety. She still didn’t understand why he had no intention of saving himself but the explanation was simple. He needed to stay in the house, along with all the other bugs and slaves, thus giving more time to his offspring to escape. Evolution of the species was more important than any single individual.

The soldiers were aware that the bugs were not violent. At least not in a physical way. But they weren’t taking any chances and they carried high power rifles. The main bug didn’t move an inch and didn’t make a sound as the men approached.

“Step away from the bug!” The team leader yelled, aiming his gun at Vivian.

“We surrender. Don’t hurt him, please,” Vivian pleaded, standing between the bug and the gun.

The soldiers had a good idea about what they were going to find in the house, but one thing was to see it in pictures and another was to witness it firsthand.

“God! This one is pregnant!” One soldier said, looking at Shelly laying on the sofa. Shelly’s mind was so far gone into mindless bliss, that she didn’t notice the soldier looming above her, carrying a big rifle.

“Just grab the bugs and put them in the containers. The women are coming with us too,” the team leader said.

“The bug is penetrating both her ears. Should I just pull it off?” one soldier asked.

“Yes. Just grab the bug like they taught us and the tentacles will come loose,” another responded.

Selma was even worse than Shelly. She just had given birth a few hours ago and a bug was already pushing more eggs inside of her womb. She moaned softly while one soldier stare at her with incredulity.

“The bug is fucking her. She will get pregnant like the other one. This is crazy.” The solder would never admit it but his cock stirred while he stared at the sexy woman and listened to the squelching sounds created by the pumping tail penetrating her soaked pussy. “She is so beautiful. What a waste!”

Selma jolted when the soldier removed the bug from her cunt, letting out a long, sensual moan. Apparently, the sudden motion of the bug’s tail in her pussy had triggered an instant orgasm. The soldier just stared at her and his cock stirred again.

The company’s team searched every corner of the house and the surrounding area. The manhole had been covered with leaves by Vivian and luckily the soldiers didn’t see it. One of the men thought he heard the echo of a woman moaning in the distance but he wasn’t sure.

Vivian’s bedroom was the last place of the house they swept. A young woman was lying spread-eagle on the bed, also in a state of elation. A larger bug was calmly pumping her pussy and he intended to follow the main bug’s instructions: offer no resistance.

The team leader was standing beside the bed, holding a cellphone and reporting the situation.

“Yes, Sir. We caught them completely by surprise. We got them all. There were several bugs and a dozen women. Some of them are pregnant and others are… in the process of getting pregnant,” he said, looking down at the mating couple, then he added, “We checked the surrounding area but found nothing. Apparently the only house being used as a nest was the Doctor’s.”

The woman moaned softly, waving her hips up and down and squeezing the bug’s appendage with her vaginal muscles. She knew that she was going to get pregnant again and giving birth to more masters was the greatest possible pleasure. The team leader got distracted by this for a moment but then continued his report, “Some creatures are bigger than the ones in the lab. They won’t fit in the containers. But they are very docile and easy to restrain. It won’t be a problem to transport them.”

* * *

Unaware of the events that were taking place not far from there, inside Vivian’s house, Violet and the humanoid were still fucking like there was no tomorrow. Violet was down no her hands and knees and she was receiving every blow from behind with a muted grunt. Her entire body swayed back and forth after each powerful penetration.

Who would have thought that a couple of days ago, Violet was enjoying a few drinks at a friend’s house and now she was being rammed by a monstrous creature. Further more, to her, this creature was not a monster, it was the most beautiful creation that ever lived. And she belonged to him, completely and devotedly.

The higher pitch of Violet’s moans indicated that she was close to orgasm. The humanoid had learned this quickly and he wanted to reach his peak at the same time. He increased the pace, augmenting her arousal even more. It was just a matter of seconds…

Violet went rigid for an instant right before her orgasm ignited in her pussy, moving like lightning to her brain. White light exploded behind her eyes which made her scream in unbridled bliss. The forceful contractions of Violet’s pussy was all the humanoid needed to finish off. He lifted his compounded eyes to look at the ceiling of the tunnel and discharged a large load of cum inside the girl’s body. Violet was still in the midst of climax and the sensation of his hot sperm filling her cavity only prolonged the bliss and made her shudder even harder.

After the orgasmic reverie washed off, Violet remembered why they were here in the sewer and turned around to look at her Master. They needed to move now. The humanoid wanted a second round but he sensed the woman’s concern and decided to follow her lead.

“We should go Master, I have to keep you safe.”

After walking for almost two hours, Violet considered that they were far enough and decided to check outside. They needed to begin the search for a new nest. “Please wait here, Master. I’ll make sure it is safe to come out.”

The humanoid have never been alone before, not even for a few minutes, and got very anxious when Violet started climbing the ladder, leaving him behind.

They were lucky. This sewer exit was located in an alley. Better yet, the sun was going down and very few people was passing by. Violet recognized the neighborhood. It was a part of the city with low-income residents.

“Please hurry Master. Don’t make any noise and hide behind that fence,” Violet whispered, as her master climbed up the ladder and emerged into the alley.

Violet saw a woman standing in the sidewalk but she was looking the other way. The woman was wearing very sexy clothes and Violet suspected she was a hooker. This gave her an idea. When the humanoid hid behind the fence, Violet walked out of the alley without being seen and then approached the woman like a regular customer. They started talking.

“Hi, what’s your name?”, Violet asked.

“Hi, I’m Aylin. And yours?”

After a short conversation, Violet made Aylin believe that she was a client. “So, what do you say? A quicky down the alley?”

Aylin was a little astounded but she needed the cash. “I thought you were my competition, honey. It’s been a while since I do it with a woman but you are so cute that how could I say no. I don’t see you carrying any money, though.”

“Don’t worry, I have the money,” Violet said, starting to walk back into the alley.

The humanpid could hear Violet’s voice from his hiding place and the voice of another female. Another mate! His cock stirred and began to enlarge.

The women walked together and Violet made sure that Aylin was looking away from the fence. Then they kissed. Violet had never been with a woman before but she would do anything to protect her Master. In any case, this didn’t feel bad at all.

The creature looked at the kissing women from the gate of the fence. He wanted to fuck them now! He carelessly lunged forward and grabbed Aylin from behind. The hooker looked at the clawed hands that held her arms and screamed.

Violet pleaded him to wait but it was too late. “No Master, wait! You are scaring her! Someone might hear her!”

Aylin had no idea what was going on. Was this some sort of kinky game? Was this man wearing a custom? He must be. Whatever it was, she wanted no part of this. She demanded him to let her go.

“Let me go you creep!! Tell him to let go, bitch. Or I’ll call the police. I have a lot of friends there.”

The sexy situation turned chaotic in a second. They were in real danger. The humanoid followed his instincts and didn’t let go. The female needed to be controlled at once. Suddenly, he felt something very weird on his head. Two small appendages spontaneously projected from each side of his forhead, identical to the tentacles on the bugs heads. He looked at them with his compounded eyes wondering how this happened. So did Violet.

The humanoid had seen many times how his lesser brothers, the bugs, used their tentacles on the females. He felt the urge to do the same. He needed to plug them into the woman’s ears. And he did!

Aylin felt the appendages penetrating into her head and immediately after, all her thoughts became confusing and made no sense. She wanted to screamed again but she couldn’t remember how. After a few minutes, Aylin couldn’t remember anything. She couldn’t think at all. She still had a primal sense of fear that lingered in her brain but it was slowly being replace by something different. Something more pleasant. She was getting aroused.

“Lets move to other side of the fence, Master. Get out of sight,” Violet said, looking at Alyin’s slack face and unfocused eyes.

The creature had no idea how he was doing it. He could sense the vibrations of his tentacles, sending microwaves into the female’s brain and altering her behavior, but it was all instinctive. He just knew that he could do it.

The humanoid carried Aylin without removing his tentacles from her ears. The woman was completely docile and more importantly, she was quiet. At the moment, they were no longer in danger. The creature was becoming aware of his power and he felt proud of himself.

This is amazing! He has his own tentacles! Violet thought. She admired this new mind-bending feature of her Master and she remembered how she was taken a couple of days ago… It felt so wonderful. Not a thought in her mind to interrupt the wonderful feeling coming from her pussy. That day somebody played with her pussy the whole time…

Maybe she needed to do the same to Aylin right now. Show her how pleasurable it was to belong to the hive. Violet went down to her knees and lifted the hooker’s dress. Then she spread Aylin’s legs and shoved her head in between.

Aylin gasped and jolted from the unexpected feeling of Violet licking her clitoris. It was the purest sensation, as if she was being touched for the first time. She wanted more… much more.

Violet felt a little uneasy licking a woman’s pussy but she was helping her Master and this was encouragement enough. Her own pussy twitched by this knowledge. She was so horny. She wanted to feel that huge cock inside of her again but she needed to find a new location first. They were out of sight at the moment but this alley was not safe. Anybody could walk in at any time.

Given her profession, having sex was something ordinary for Aylin. It meant very little to her and because of this, reaching an orgasm was almost impossible. But his time was different. There was nothing in her mind except that wonderful feeling of submission and the fire that radiated from her crotch.

Violet had been licking her pussy less than five minutes and she could feel an orgasm building rapidly within her loins. It was almost here…

An instant later, Aylin’s entire body jolted in a forceful contraction while brilliant white light exploded behind her eyes. Her thighs trembled around Violet’s head and her legs threatened to let her fall to the ground. She was experiencing the strongest climax of her life.

Violet did not detach her mouth from Aylin’s pussy the entire time. The jolting woman gushed into her gullet several times and she swallowed it all, beaming to be assisting her Master.

After a couple of minutes of mind-blowing bliss, Aylin lost consciousness. The humanoid held her weight without effort, not sure about what he should do next. He still had his tentacles plugged into the woman’s ears but she was not processing his signals anymore. Although, even in that state, Aylin’s pussy continued twitching and her vaginal fluids dripped down her inner thighs.

“I think she is unconscious, Master. We should wait a moment until she wakes up.” Violet said, detaching her mouth from the hookers pussy.

The humanoid laid Aylin on the dirty ground and waited, as Violet suggested. He was still very excited about discovering his new capabilities of mind-control. He could create his own slaves now, his own harem, without depending on his father or his brothers.

“She came so hard. It may take a while until she recovers,” Violet said as the minutes passed.

The humanoid started to get impatient. He wanted action. He emitted a loud crackling noise and the signal pierced deep into Aylin’s brain. She woke up immediately. Her eyes opened wide and her pussy twitched hard. Behind those eyes, there was nothing. Just a blank mind ready to be filled with a new command.

“She is waking up! She must know this area well. We need her to find a new nest for us,” Violet said to the humanoid.

The creature looked at Violet, then emitted more crackling noises that filtered into Aylin’s mind. She couldn’t interpret them as words but she could understand them. A series of images formed in her mind. She needed to find a safe place. Not for her. For her owner. She acknowledged the idea of having an owner and her pussy twitched again.

Aylin stood up and started walking. She knew about an abandoned apartment inside the building at the back of the alley and it would serve well as a temporary refuge. The humanoid followed her close behind, confident that now she was one of them. She was part of his harem. She belonged to him.

Violet followed the couple, looking over her shoulder at the street. There was nobody around. Her Master was safe.

* * *

Pretty much the whole building was empty and they had no problem sneaking into the apartment. Once the door was closed, the humanoid sent a command to both girls instructing them to remove their clothes. Violet was already doing it.

Aylin’s enthrallment was still not complete. Something deep in the back of her mind told her that this was not right. She knew by now that the man in front of her was not a man, it was something else. Yet, after taking off her clothes, she stood like a statue feeling extremely aroused and not knowing what to do.

In any case, the decision was made for her. With another crackling noise, the humanoid instructed her to suck his cock. Again, she didn’t understand the command as words but as images. Aylin saw herself with that huge phallus lodged in her throat. Her pussy twitched hard and she went down to her knees.

Aylin had never seen a phallus this big and the idea of playing with it was so alluring. She licked the tip playfully, like she usually did with her clients. Then she started shoving the fat rod into her mouth until it reached the back of her throat, then she pushed further. The mesmerized woman could feel her neck bloating to let it pass through.

The hooker sucked the humanoid’s dick with eagerness, pushing it beyond her throat every time, but another sound from the creature indicated her that it was not enough. He wanted more. He needed all his member inside of her. The hooker was an expert in the art of sucking cocks and she had great control over her gag reflex but this task seemed impossible. Her master’s manhood was too big.

But disobeying was not an option. Her duty was to please him. The next push, Aylin didn’t stop until the entire phallus was buried down her esophagus and her nose was touching his crotch. She had done it! She was swallowed her master’s enormous cock. She could feel it stretching her neck, expanding her chest; she could feel it everywhere…

And just like that, she climaxed!

She did it! Violet thought excitedly. She could not believe what she was seeing. Aylin had swallowed the entire cock! At that moment, she set a goal for herself. She was going to do the same, no matter how difficult it was.

Aylin’s pussy twitched on empty and her body shuddered under orgasmic spasms. This made her realize how easy it was to reach climax with her new lover. Before tonight, she hadn’t had an orgasm in months, and today in the last twenty minutes she had come twice already. That apprehensive feeling she had in the back of her mind started to fade away. Being a sex slave was good. Aylin also realized that she was able to form coherent thoughts now. But all she could thing about was how good it felt to fuck with this ‘man’ and how much she wanted to keep doing it.

When her orgasm receded, Aylin pulled back to catch her breath, then swallowed the creature’s whole cock again. She did this over and over for several minutes.

The humanoid responded by fucking her mouth increasingly faster. He grabbed to back of her head and shoved his phallus to the hilt every time. After a few minutes of this mouth-ravishing, the humanoid stopped moving completely, shoved his cock all the way down her throat and climaxed. Gush after gush, he discharged a copious amount of sperm into the woman’s belly.

Feeling his cock throbbing between her lips and her belly being filled to capacity, Aylin felt an indescribable sensation of fulfillment. Her Master, yes, ‘master’ was the right word, was cuming because she had done a good job. Aylin reached a third orgasm.

Violet rubbed her pussy while watching the breathtaking scene. She was so horny. She wished to have that cock all to herself. Violet knew that part of her mission was to get as many slaves as possible for her Master but the downside was that she would have to share him more than she wanted. I hope he is done with her soon. I’m burning inside.

When the humanoid pulled back from Aylin’s shuddering body, Violet couldn’t wait just standing there. She rushed forward, grabbing the smeared phallus with both hands to lick it clean. She didn’t know why she had this sudden urge to eat her master’s sperm but the need was irresistible.

When she sucked the last drop off her master’s cock, Violet turned around to lick Aylin’s face. There was cum dripping from the woman’s lips and she was not going to waste it.

Aylin’s mind was still in a blissful stupor and she barely responded to Violet’s kissing. She felt totally saturated. The amount of sperm pumped into her belly had been too much. Suddenly, after a slight contraction, it came rushing back. Violet didn’t hesitate. She opened her mouth wide and received as much cum as she could.

The humanoid was not sure why his slaves were doing this but he found it exciting. There were sharing his seed!

A second contraction produced more sperm and Violet was right there to catch it. The aroused woman felt her pussy twitching as the warm fluid filled her mouth and dribbled down her throat. When Aylin’s stomach was almost empty, Violet leaned closer, making sure nothing was wasted. She kissed her new lover until her face was clean. Then she swept her own skin and licked her fingers finishing the last drop.

Both women felt dizzy from this surreal experience. Their heads spun in bliss as if they were taking a potent drug to satisfy an irresistible addiction. But at the end, they were still horny. And the humanoid wanted more too. He ‘spoke’ another command, letting the women know that he was ready for a second round.

Violet jumped onto the bed and spread her legs wide. Her body was on fire and she needed her master’s phallus inside of her at once. “Please fuck me, Master.”

The creature got closer and aimed his cock at the woman’s vaginal entrance. Then he stabbed Violet’s pussy with brute force, shoving his entire phallus into her body with one thrust. Violet’s world stood still for a second, a brief instant that she knew was the prelude of an incredible orgasmic explosion. She stared into the ceiling letting herself go, waiting for it…

The woman climaxed the same second that the humanoid penetrated her. She lost control of her body as the wonderful spasms traveled back and forth from head to toe. Her pussy constricted the large phallus within its walls, trapping it inside and hoping it would stay there forever.

But the humanoid had just reach an orgasm and this new session was going to last. He pulled his cock almost all the way out and then pushed it back in, enjoying the way Violet’s pussy pulsated around the length of his phallus as it slid in and out, slowly and steadily. This slave was his favorite and he was planning to reinforce her submission even more.

Aylin watched the mating couple from the foot of the bed. She admired the enormity of her Master’s phallus and wondered how she had been able to swallow it all. More so, she had climaxed two times by doing it. This situation was like a wonderful and surreal dream. His cock is so big. I want more…

After a while of fucking on his knees, the humanoid grabbed Violet’s hips and stood up. The bewildered woman threw her arms around his neck and stared at his big compounded eyes. She could see herself reflected on them. An image of a submissive sex slave repeated a thousand times. Her pussy twitched hard around the large phallus.

Aylin’s recent orgasms had done nothing to extinguish the fire in her body. She stood there with a dripping pussy thinking how to join them. When it comes to sex, Aylin was not the kind of woman who stays on the sidelines. She walked forward and knelt behind Violet. She watched up close at his master’s cock pumping Violet’s stretched pussy. This increased her arousal even more.

Violet felt a soft caress on her ass-cheeks and turned her head to look at Aylin kneeling behind her. She didn’t know what the hooker was planning to do and she didn’t care. All that mattered was right there between her legs, making her feel like she was in heaven.

Aylin leaned forward and licked Violet’s ass, then further down to lick her master’s cock and then back to the ass. Violet jolted by this new sensation and her entire body shivered with each stroke of the hooker’s tongue and the humanoid’s phallus. Violet couldn’t ask for more. Her Master was fucking her so delightfully. The fat cock stirred her insides so far within her body that it seemed impossible. And now the added sensation of the new slave working on her ass; Nothing could feel better than this. Or so she thought…

The humanoid looked at her with caring eyes. She had saved him from danger. This slave was a keeper and he was going to make sure that she remained loyal.

Violet opened her eyes wide as she felt the tentacles reaching into her ears. Her heart jolted first, then her pussy. She felt the vibrations piercing into her brain and then her thoughts melted into a single notion of pure pleasure. Her master was connecting with her! Now he was not only penetrating her pussy, he was penetrating her soul.

Moments ago she believed that nothing could feel better but she had been wrong. This topped everything! Her master was showing her things. She saw herself naked in a strange world with her legs spread wide and dozens of humanoids fucking her day and night. She saw herself climaxing once, twice, a hundred times.

As if time had frozen an instant before reaching climax, Violet felt her body straining. Building towards something yet unknown to her. The humanoid fucked her faster and faster. He wanted to push Violet over the edge before filling her womb with sperm. He knew she was close.

A single, body wrecking convulsion marked the start of Violet’s most powerful climax so far. She gushed forcefully around the edges of her stretched vaginal lips as the spasm radiated from her pussy to reach every cell of her body. The second wave was just as strong, and the third one. It seemed as if this climax was not going to slow down. It was set to go on until she died within the arms of her lover, overwhelmed by unbearable bliss.

But in reality Violet was far from dying. On the contrary, even though her mind was frozen in ecstasy, her body was very much alive. Wave after wave of orgasmic spasms rippled thought her body making her arms and legs twitch without control.

The humanoid saw this with amusement. He had learned that using his tentacles while fucking a slave was in fact a good technique to augment their orgasms and consequently, their submission.

After her climax, Violet was barely conscious. Her arms hanged limply while the creature kept pounding at her pussy with all his might. Aylin stood up and helped to keep Violet’s body in place. She looked at the humanoid’s black eyes while her pussy dripped with anticipation. Her turn was coming soon.

The humanoid impaled his slave’s body one last time and made a piercing sound. He was climaxing. His sperm erupted deep inside Violet’s womb and filled it completely. Then excess traveled fast down her cavity and rushed out of her pussy. Despite Violet being almost unconscious, her pussy was still twitching around the pulsating phallus, squeezing all the sperm she could from her beloved master.

Aylin, who had her hand around Violet’s waist, could feel her master’s cock throbbing inside the limp woman’s body and could hear the sperm gurgling within. This increased her arousal even more.

When he was done ejaculating, the humanoid dropped Violet on the bed and stepped back. He turned her head to see that Aylin had moved around and now she was bending over in the middle of the room, looking back at him, begging him to take her.

“Please fuck me too, Master.”

He had only fucked her mouth so far so it was a fair request. The humanoid didn’t waste any time and stepped forward, aiming his long phallus at the woman’s anus. Since he had just fucked Violet’s pussy, he wanted something different. Aylin felt his cold member touching her ass-cheeks and then felt the tip pressing at her anal entrance. She gasped while her pussy gushed.

Even though Aylin had anal sex all the time and she had clients with big cocks, this was a completely different ball game. The humanoid’s cock was enormous and he shoved it so far inside of her that she thought it was going to come out of her mouth.

But strangely enough, she didn’t feel any pain. On the contrary, it felt incredibly good. The overwhelmed woman was unaware that the humanoid had rearranged her brain so she the signals of pain would be interpreted as pleasure. Only pleasure.

The thick and long phallus stretched Aylin’s inner walls pushing deep into her womb every time. It was driving the woman insane with bliss. Her moans of pleasure were loud enough to be heard outside the room. Fortunately for them, loud screaming was a common thing in this building. Sooner or later they would have to find a different locating but for now, this place was safe and they could be as noisy as they wanted.

Aylin was not only feeling the depth of the penetrations but also the speed of her Master’s hammering. She didn’t want to come so fast. She wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible but she was losing the battle. Her next orgasm was approaching fast.

A moment later, Aylin exploded in climax and the forceful spasms made her lose her balance. She crumbled to the floor and the humanoid followed her as if they were a single entity. The creature kept his cock buried deep in her ass and he his penetrations didn’t slow down one bit.

Within her blissful ordeal, Aylin felt her Master’s tentacles poking at her head. In addition to her ass, he was going to penetrate her brain! She did her best to keep her head still…

When the humanoid plugged his tentacles into the hooker’s ears, he felt her shuddering harder than before, as if this was igniting a new, stronger orgasm. He slowed down the rhythm of his strokes to see her reaction but nothing changed. Aylin kept jolting uncontrollably, trapped in an endless orgasmic loop. All of this was new to him and he didn’t know if his tentacle signals were causing it but one thing was certain. This new slave would be loyal to him forever.

A while later the humanoid reached another climax. He pumped a huge amount of sperm into Aylin’s body and when it started to leak from her anus, he pumped a little more. The besieged woman could feel the warmth of his fluids filling her belly to the limit. When the sperm came rushing out of her mouth, her mind was completely gone.

The humanoid removed his phallus from Aylin’s ass and stood up. The woman’s body still twitched from her lingering climax and with every spasm a gush of sperm squirted from her anus.

Surprisingly, the creature was not satisfied yet. His instincts were strong and precise. He wanted to keep fucking. He needed more slaves. But for now, he only had two. He turned his head to look at Violet’s limp body lying sexily on the bed. It was her turn again.

* * *

Meanwhile, at the company’s lab, Vivian was inside a containment room. The new scientist in charge of investigating the bugs, Dr. Curelt, was standing at the other side of the door, talking to her, “I have seen the videos, Vivian. Why did you put the bug’s tentacle in your ear? Did the creature make you do it somehow?

“No. I was aware of the level of ecstasy of the first sex slaves. I wanted to experience it first hand,” Vivian responded. Of course, she was lying. She wanted to give the impression that she was cooperating with the company. But she didn’t tell them about the bug’s singing. She would have never plugged the tentacle in her ear if the bug wouldn’t have influenced her for days before the event. This secret could be useful in the near future.

“It was a dangerous decision. Now you are a sex slave yourself,” he said, stating the obvious.

“It was the best decision I’ve ever made,” Vivian responded, this time telling the absolute truth.

“I see. You can go back to your friends then,” Dr. Curelt said, signaling with his head to the ample area behind Vivian.

It had been a pleasant surprise for Vivian and the rest of the girls that Dr. Curelt decided to put them all together with the bugs. The creature’s victims had been kept isolated in the past and the research got nowhere. He was going to try a different approach.

Vivian knew that the scientists did this because they wanted to analyze their behavior, but it made no difference anymore. The company’s lab was becoming the new nest. At least for now. She walked a couple of steps into the room and laid on the ground. The master bug immediately jumped on top of her and plugged his long tail into her pussy.

The Doctor watched through the window. Even though his interest was mostly scientific, he felt his cock stir within his pants. Doctor Vivian McLeod had a smoking hot body.

Curelt’s staring was interrupted by two individuals walking down the hall. It was Janet followed by an armed guard. The Doctor opened the door of the containment room and signaled Janet to walk in. “Please go inside. I guess you are looking forward to reuniting with your friends.”

God! They are all here? But I don’t see the humanoid. Maybe he escaped. Janet thought with contained exhilaration.

Janet was already dripping wet, but the sight of her masters caused her pussy to start twitching like crazy. She was breathing heavily while trying to explain to Vivian why she had been captured. “I am sorry Vivian. They saw me. They saw the video of the creature coming out of my pussy when I brought in the replacement master. I tried to hide but they found me.”

“Don’t worry…uhm… about it,” Vivian said between moans, “we are grateful that you gave us a warning. Don’t say anything more. They are watching.”

Janet quickly discarded her dress. One of the bugs was not busy with any other slave and the impatient woman laid flat on the ground next to him. “Hello my love. You have no idea how much I have miss you.”

The creature responded with a couple of crackling noises that echoed directly between the woman’s legs. He walked around her and climbed on her back. Then tiptoed approaching her ass. Every soft touch was like a countdown to a long awaited orgasm. Janet urgently wanted him inside of her.

“Please fuck me, Master. Shove it deep!”

The bug didn’t waste any time. As soon as he got into position, he curved his tail and plunged it into the girl’s pussy with a forceful stroke.

Janet was so excited that her vaginal juices splashed onto her thighs and on ground between her legs. She had waited for this moment for too long. One of the masters was fucking her! And just like that, she reached an orgasm. It took less than five seconds!

Her eyes rolled back as her mind became empty of thought and full with bliss. The way it was supposed to be. The way she wanted it to be. Janet felt blessed.

Moans and squishy sounds combined with the crackling singing of the bugs echoed against the walls of the containment room. The master bug was content with the current situation, knowing that his offspring was out there, free to spread his evolved genes. Vivian would try to find a way to escape in the future but for now, she would just keep fucking.

While all this happened, the video cameras recorded every image and every sound. The team of scientists watched and listened carefully, trying to decipher the secret of the creatures to control human minds. The female members of the team started to feel aroused… but said nothing.

* * *

A few weeks later, the humanoid was discharging a big load of cum inside a woman’s womb. Aylin had “recruited” Tessa knowing that she owned a secluded cabin in the mountains, not too far from the city. This was the perfect hideout to establish a new nest.

Tessa felt the warm fluid filling her body and this triggered a new climax. She lost count of how many orgasms she had enjoyed in the last few days but it didn’t matter. She just knew that she wanted more.
While the sperm dripped to the ground between Tessa’s legs, Violet and Aylin talked like it was business as usual.

“The master is coming inside of her again. I wonder if she is already pregnant like us,” Aylin said.

“She must be. It will start to show in a few days,” Violet answered, looking at the pool of sperm accumulating on the floor.

“Your belly is getting so big. Do you know when are you giving birth?” Aylin asked Violet.

“I don’t know but I feel something moving inside of me. And I think is big.”

Violet was heavily pregnant indeed and it was a mystery what kind of creature was developing inside of her. It could by another humanoid, identical to his father, or it could be something else. They were going to find out soon enough.

The end.

Note from the author: There is a graphic (CGI) version of this story.

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Gail thinks she is in controll

Training Sarah Part Nine

Shortly after everyone settled in to the fact that some huge shit just went down, Gail and Judy knew that things would never be the same between the four of them. Ginny and Mary were well aware of the same thing, and were noticeably concerned about how the events of the evening would affect them in the long run. As the thrill was leaving the room, Judy offered that since everyone had been drinking, it was probably not a good idea to attempt to drive home, and invited everyone to stay the night. “Ladies”, Judy said, “just down the hall is my girl’s room, there are two queen beds, with lots of room between the beds for sleeping bags, which you’ll find in the closet. You’all can figure out who sleeps where, and there are extra towels are in the bathroom. I gotta go to bed, I am beat!” With that the, room broke up with everyone going their respective ways.

As Sarah entered the room, visions of that afternoon with Aunt Judy, and that fateful weekend many years ago that confirmed what she had become came rushing into her mind. Her nipples stiffened, and she noticed that familiar warmth spreading out from her naked pussy. Gail announced that she would take one of the beds, and strongly suggested that Ginny and Mary take the floor with the sleeping bags. With the master/servant mind set firmly in place from the events of the evening, they nodded and agreed, leaving Sarah in the remaining bed. As Ginny and Mary were readying their sleeping area, bending over to arrange things, the nightshirts they were both wearing gave Sarah on and off glimpses of their still moist pussies. Ginny and Mary were talking in hushed voices about their predicament, and Sarah was listening in. Gail really didn’t give a shit, and drifted off to sleep with visions of what fun she would have with Ginny and Mary in the future. Sarah was daydreaming about the events early in her life that formed her into a lesbian slut, and was thinking what it would be like to be the live in slut for this group, or even, to break the mold and have one of them be her slut…hmmm.

It didn’t take long for Gail to begin a gentle snore, as her body nestled in for a long night sleep. The snoring broke Sarah daydream and caused Ginny and Mary to look up to Gail’s bed and pause their conversation. Sarah had a new thought and leaned over the edge of the bed and said, “Ginny, do you want to even the playing field, and not become her slut?” Both Ginny and Mary nodded and said, “But how?” Sarah said, “Follow my lead.” With that, Sarah quietly walked into the bathroom to retrieve a pair of scissors and returned to the room. She, carefully and quietly walked over the Gail’s bed, slowly pulled down the covers to just above her knees. Gail continued her gentle snoring, twitching only a little as the covers were pulled down. Ginny and Mary were on one side of the bed, and Sarah was on the other. Sarah looked down at the sleeping Gail, gently pulled her night shirt up over the waist band of her panties. She then positioned a pillow under Gail’s arm and gently moved Gail arm across her waist. She then took Gail’s hand in one hand, and pulled up on the waistband of Gail’s panties, and pushed Gail’s hand down to her pussy. With Gail’s hand inside her panties, Sarah placed her hand on top of Gail’s hand and began forcing Gail to masturbate herself. The erotic nature of this was not lost on Ginny and Mary, whose fingers began exploring their own pussies. Gail’s arm was positioned just right, giving Sarah enough room to easily push Gail’s fingers in and out of her pussy. Pausing, Sarah went over to her backpack and pulled out her camera and took a few pictures of Gail masturbating herself. Sarah motioned for Ginny to get on the bed and straddle Gail’s head, but said not to get too close. Sarah and Mary helped Ginny on to the bed and helped lift her in to place so as not disturb the sleeping Gail. Everything was positioned so that it looked as if Gail was eating Ginny’s pussy, and fingering herself at the same time. Ginny and Mary thought this was perfect, and Sarah was enjoying making someone else go through what she had endured as a teenager. With Ginny in place, Sarah pulled out the scissors and cut Gail’s panties on either side of her hips so that the front of her panties was like a flap of cloth that Sarah pulled down exposing Gail’s pussy. Sarah took a few more pictures of the half naked Gail eating out Ginny and fingering her own pussy. Ginny was getting into the act and began fingering herself with her pussy only inches from Gail’s face. Sarah then motioned for Mary to help her spread Gail’s legs a bit. Each gently grabbed Gail’s legs at the knees and slowly began spreading her legs, exposing her now extremely wet pussy. After a few more pictures, Sarah motioned for Mary to get between Gail’s legs and pretend to eat her pussy so she could get more pictures. After a few pictures, Sarah began to help Gail masturbate herself again, causing Mary to begin thinking about eating a little pussy again, and of course Ginny thinking about getting her pussy eaten by Gail.

Mary’s throbbing pussy got the best of her and she gently pushed Sarah and Gail’s hand to one side and got her lips up against Gail’s pussy, gently licking so as not to wake Gail. Ginny turned her head to see what was going on and saw Mary eating Gail’s pussy. Sarah began getting close up pictures, then Gail’s hand wandered back down to her pussy, but when Mary’s head was in the way, Gail’s fingers found Mary’s hair and she grabbed a hold of a little of Mary’s hair. Then Gail’s other hand did the same thing, and so it seemed Gail was enjoying having her pussy eaten. That was about all Ginny could take, Ginny’s pussy got wetter and wetter, and Ginny’s pussy juice began dripping out of her pussy. At first it simply coated Ginny’s hand, but soon it was too much and some dripped, or rather poured onto Gail’s lips. Gail stirred a little, and Ginny sensing her moment may end at any time, gently lowered her sopping pussy onto Gail’s mouth. All the while Sarah is taking picture after picture of this erotic scene. Subconsciously Gail must have know what was going on as Sarah saw her pull Mary’s face into her pussy while raising her hips, but she awoke with a mouth full of pussy and opened her eyes to an up nightshirt view of another woman’s tits. It took her a while to gain her senses, and as she struggled to free herself, Mary wrapped her arms around Gail’s hips and legs, and Ginny lowered her body onto Gail’s head, trapping Gail in the humiliating position. This triggered Ginny to grind herself into Gail’s face for an orgasm, before popping off the bed to avoid getting punched. With Ginny off her face, Gail wrestled her legs shut and pulled her knees to her chest demanding to know what the fuck was going on.

Sarah, piped up with camera in hand and said, “it seems you have quite an appetite for women…at least that’s what the pictures show!”

Gail had gone from a position of strength to a position on weakness in less than one hour. She was confused, humiliated, horny and half naked, what next she thought!

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In a society where mass slavery has persisted into the 21st Century, a prostitute-slave named Sara endures pain, humiliation and casual exploitation in the service of a Las Vegas casino.

A few months later…

We catch up to John and his lovely women a few months down the road…
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“We have a problem,” Amber told me as she walked into my bedroom. Looking up from my laptop, I had to smile. Even at seven months pregnant, the woman was beautiful; her long red hair framing her small face, her pale skin glowing with the radiance that only pregnant women seem to possess, and her blue eyes always twinkling with some sort of mischief.

“What is that?” I ask. I can tell from her look that she isn’t angry with me, something I try to avoid at all costs, since our one and only fight. I have heard that redheads are feisty, and I can attest to the truth of that, but somehow pregnancy has mellowed Amber out. Something my friends tell me is extremely unusual.

“We need a bigger place,” she tells me, walking over and sitting on the side of my bed. “This place is big, but when the baby arrives, what then? I know she will sleep with me or you for awhile, but after that, she’ll need her own room.” Since I was dating all three women that lived here, we each had our own room. We had agreed on that arrangement early on to avoid jealousy issues. Whenever I was home, whichever women were also here had my full attention, dividing myself as fully as possible, except on Mondays. That was my day to relax, and to myself, if I so chose. Today was Friday.

“We talked about this. We can’t afford it. Not with you not working for now. Even my raise to head bouncer doesn’t make up for that. As soon as you are up to working again, then maybe.”

A large smile split her petite face, and I suddenly grew worried. She had a plan, and from experience, my life was safer going with whatever plans put that look on her face.

“I found a place. It is big enough to grow into, and the rent is actually lower than this place. It is even closer to work!” I could see that she was excited, but I always have to play the devil’s advocate.

“With a steal that great, it is either run down, or already taken. Have you called on it?”

“Of course, Cutie,” I love that after all these months, she still calls me that, “The owner says there are all new appliances, new carpet, and it is in a more upscale part of town. All we have to do is come up with first month’s rent, and it is ours!”

“Well, I guess it can’t hurt to look,” I said, giving Amber a wink. I barely had time to move my laptop out of the way, before she was in my arms kissing me. For a woman six months along, she was still pretty spry. Her kisses became more passionate the longer they continued, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what she wanted. Amber was always horny, but ever since I got her pregnant, she has been even more so.

Amber’s hands began to pull at my shirt, and I broke the kiss long enough to pull it off over my head. She then began to work at my pants, soon having them down to my ankles, then off. Kissing down my chest, the petite redhead then started to kiss around my groin, my balls, and even the base of my cock, but refused to do more, tortuously teasing me. Moaning, I let her know that she was winning. She was punishing me for debating with her, instead of just simply agreeing.

I placed my hands on the back of her head, not guiding, just running my fingers through her shiny tresses. This seemed to please her enough, and she slowly, ever so slowly, started licking up the underside of my penis. My low moan, turned to a groan as I felt her soft lips reach my head, and continuing her languid pace, took my head in her mouth. I felt her tongue poke at the hole at the tip, before swirling around the sensitive rim. Without warning, she dropped her head, taking my full eight inches down her throat at once. My groan deepened as the pleasure she was giving me multiplied. I couldn’t help myself, and began to gently move my hips, leisurely fucking her mouth. Muffled sounds of pleasure came from around my penis, letting me know she was enjoying this too.

After a couple minutes, Amber released my manhood, and stood to remove her pants. I tried to lift her shirt, but she stopped me. “No,” she said, “You know how I feel about–” I silenced her with a kiss, feeling her melt within my arms. She was self conscious about her belly, but I didn’t give a damn. I thought it looked sexy on her, and her growing boobs were a pleasure to play with. It didn’t take me long to have her top off, before we were lying in the bed together.

I pulled her face to mine again, and gently we kissed, as my hands roamed her back, and hers slid up and down my torso. I dug into my nightstand, and pulled out a small bottle of lube. Amber saw it and smiled. We were both too worried about my length and the baby, so anal was the only way for us.

Amber rolled onto her side, facing away, and I quickly lubed up my cock. Placing the head against her tight anus, I applied a little pressure, and popped past her squeezing sphincter. “Ooh,” Amber moaned, and slid her rear back, taking more of me into her colon. I couldn’t hold back my own moan, as I felt the tight ring of her asshole slide down my erection. I leaned forward, and gently kissed the back of her neck, and began to move my hips. I brought my hand around, and tugged gently on her nipple rings, smiling at the way her eyes still glazed over when I did that.

Her hand landed on my hip, & I could feel the urgency in her as she wanted me to pick up the pace. More than willing to oblige this redheaded beauty, I started to thrust my hips into her rear cavity, grunting at the effort. “Yes! That’s it. Fuck my ass, cutie. Make me cum all over your big cock. Oh, I love how you fill my ass. Fuck me, cutie, FUCK me!” With her pregnancy, Amber had started to become more vocal in bed as well.

Amber began to convulse, and that was enough for me. I started to shoot inter her ass, convulsing myself, and lengthening her own orgasm. Amber somehow turned her body to kiss me, while leaving me inside her. Even six months along, she was still pretty agile.

“Mmm, I love how easily you can make me cum,” she says with a smile, then separates from me.

We both get up, and head to the shower. I tenderly wash her, gently kissing her swollen belly; kissing our little child. When I had first found out that Amber had quit taking her birth control, and was pregnant, I was furious that she would do it without consulting me first. That was our first and only fight. It had ended with me somehow apologizing, with a swollen lip from not ducking swiftly enough. I have since come to regard the new child as someone to look forward to, and cherish.

We drove to see the new house, and I was surprised to see how nice it was: two and a half stories, six bedrooms, three baths, with a pool and hot tub in back. The street was obviously well taken care of, all of the lawns meticulously cut, and all of the bushes and trees trimmed.

“Are you sure this is less than our current rent?” I whispered to Amber as we followed the agent around the house.

The agent must have heard us, an attractive black woman named Betty. Her black hair was curly, and tied back, and she wore one of those business suits with the knee length skirt; everything about her screamed business. I was surprised to see her wearing such light clothes in winter, however. “There are no hidden costs. Utilities, cable, and internet are all part of the rent. I can show you the numbers again if you like.”

I couldn’t help but stare at her massive chest, thinking of something else I’d like her to show me. Amber elbowed me in the ribs, and I remembered that I had been asked a question. “Uh, yeah. I’d like that.”

Betty laid the papers out on the kitchen counter, and no matter how much I went over them, it still ended up cheaper living here, and that was even without the extras.

That afternoon we held a meeting, Amber, Dixie, my sister Geo, and myself, and decided to make the move. It didn’t make sense NOT to.

That night Dixie, Geo, and I worked at the strip club. Dixie had finally been promoted to dancer, and while she wasn’t the best, a spot my sister still held, with Amber gone she was a close second. As head bouncer, it was my responsibility to make sure the other bouncers stayed on task, and the girls stayed safe. Ron, the last head bouncer, and Dixie’s ex-boyfriend, had quit a few weeks ago, and moved out of town. He had never quite forgiven me for screwing Dixie, and I didn’t miss him much. Especially not since I was then promoted to his spot. I still couldn’t figure out why I had been chosen over some of the others, but I wasn’t about to complain, and took my job seriously.

Dixie took the stage, and I turned my attention to her. She was wearing her schoolgirl outfit, one of my favorites, with her brown hair pulled back into two pony tails, her shirt unbuttoned, but tied just under her black bra, and an extremely short plaid skirt that flaunted her black thong underneath. An old 80’s rock number came on, and Dixie… To say she moved would be an understatement. To be more exact, she swayed and rippled. Her hips moved in such a way that they seemed to be the driving force of every action, rippling out from there, thrusting her chest out with the music, as her eyes scanned the crowd. Her lithe legs would sweep around from time to time, as she swirled around the bar, sometimes jumping up to the top of it, and then gently gliding down with just the strength of her legs holding her on. She truly was a marvel to watch, and sometimes I caught myself so entranced by her movements, I’d forget to watch the crowd. Tonight was a relatively quiet night. We were busy, but the patrons were behaving themselves, and I could see the other bouncers were staying properly vigilant.

One of the bouncers came up to me, and told me that Larry wanted to talk with me. Larry was the owner, and I hadn’t even known he was there that night. He owned a lot of businesses, and rarely came to this one.

I knocked on the door, and was immediately admitted in.

“John, good to see you,” Larry greeted me with a firm handshake. He was an older man, grey and white peppered hair, and thick mustache. He was in his usual business suit, and jovial smile. ‘Have a seat, will you. I have some things to discuss with you.”

“Is everything alright, sir?” I asked. I wasn’t too worried about anything. I ran a tight ship here, but this was only the second time I had been called into this office. The first was when I’d been promoted to head bouncer.

“Yes, yes, be at ease,” he told me. “I am here for a couple reasons, and I need your help with both.”

“Anything,” I said with a smile, “just name it.”

“Ho, ho! Don’t be too quick to agree until you know my hand, John” Larry admonished. He grew serious then, and I wondered what he could possibly want. “As you know, I am rarely able to be here to keep a proper eye on things. That’s what I rely on your for. What you might not know is that this is the first business I owned. From here I built my empire.” I had no idea where this was going, and only nodded my head. Larry’s eyes grew shrewd for a minute as he seemed to peer deep inside me. “I can see that you truly care about your job, as well as the women here, so I have a proposal for you.” He paused for a few seconds before continuing. “I want to make you a partner in this place. What do you say?”

I sat stunned for a moment. Partner? Here? I counted the tills regularly, and knew what this place brought in. It would be a hefty raise, to say the least, and I would have more say in how things were run. Because Larry rarely ever came down here, he would be more of a silent partner.

“Earth to John, are you there?” Larry brought me back to the present.

“Yes! I– Well– Thank you!” I told him enthusiastically.

“Good, good.” the older man said, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “I hope you don’t mind, but I had my lawyers draw up the paperwork already. I had a feeling you would agree.” For the second time that day, I poured over paperwork, and couldn’t see any reason not to. I would become half owner, fifteen percent of my portion of the profits going to pay off the loan required for me to buy into this place, until it was paid in full. I would have full management rights, and as I had thought, Larry would become a silent partner, so long as this place continued to make a profit. I happily signed the documents.

“Now to the second item of business and your first action as part owner.” Larry seemed to grow nervous for second, and then waved to the corner. I was startled to see a young Asian girl step forward. Somehow I had missed her being here the whole time. “This is my niece, Suzy. She wants to work here. I don’t feel I can be a proper judge for her skills, her being family and all.

I stood up, and walked over to Suzy. She stood still while I walked around her, examining her. Her hair was dark brown, darker than Dixie’s and about shoulder length. She was short, maybe just less than five feet. Her face was round and slightly cherubic, and her almond shaped eyes watched me nervously. She wore slimming dress, and I could tell that she had curves, more than angles, but that was alright, as some of our customers preferred a little meat on their women. That isn’t to say she was fat, she just wasn’t a beanpole either. I didn’t know any of Larry’s family, so I didn’t know where the Asian genes came in, but guessed that Suzy couldn’t be full blooded oriental.

I returned to me seat, and looked her in the eyes. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” I told her, and had to stop her as she started unzipping the side of her dress. “I want to see you dance. That can come as you move. I need to know you can at least dance, before I let you on the floor out there.

Suzy nodded without saying a word, and began to move to the music that was being piped in from the main floor. Her movements were jerky, and I could easily tell she was nervous. Whether from her uncle watching or me I wasn’t sure. She stepped out of her dress, swaying her hips to let it fall to the floor, and I got a good look at her body. She had approximately C-cup breasts, being held up by a strapless bra, and she was wearing those butt hugger lacy panties that some women liked. As I had guessed, she wasn’t too skinny, having soft curves here and there that looked really good on her. She moved her hands to the back of her bra, and hesitated. She looked at her uncle behind her, and he nodded. She undid the strap, and swayed her hips as she held it in front for a moment. She finally let it drop, and I had to stare in amazement.

She easily had the longest nipples I had ever seen. How her bra had hidden them, I couldn’t understand. They had to stand out from her areolas at least an inch, if not more. Seeing women stripping on a regular basis had made me immune to getting aroused by it, but seeing the nipples on Suzy had me getting hard in seconds. She then turned around, and bending over, dropped her panties. I could easily see her inner lips protruding from her pussy, and even make out her clit. She was obviously turned on by her performance, and looking to Larry, I could see she wasn’t the only one. The older man was slowly rubbing his crotch as he watched his niece.

The music ended, and Suzy stood back upright, turning to face me. I had to work moisture back into my mouth before I could speak. It wasn’t that she was that phenomenal of a dancer, or even had the greatest body, but her nipples, sticking out from her dark smooth breasts had an effect on me. “I want you to–” I began before Larry cut me off.

“She’s not done, yet, John.”

Confused, I looked back to Suzy and watched as her hands began to roam over her body. She began to tug at her elongated nipples, pulling them up and down, making her tits shake. I sat captivated by them. Then her right hand dipped down to her shaved pussy, and spread her thick lips. She brought her left hand to her mouth, and sucked on two fingers, moving them in and out as though they were some form of phallus. Then she trailed them down her chest and stomach, leaving a trail of saliva, till she reached her spread pussy, and began to rub her clit.

Surprised by the turn of this interview, I looked to Larry, and saw that he had his slacks around his ankles, and his cock in hand, lightly stroking it. Feeling a little uncomfortable, I returned my eyes back to the woman in front of me.

Suzy now had two fingers buried in her cunt and her other hand was vigorously rubbing her clit. I looked up to her face, and saw that her eyes were closed, and her mouth open in a silent moan.

My cock was pressing uncomfortably against the front of my jeans, and I figured if the boss could do it, then so could I. At the sound of me unzipping my pants, Suzy’s eyes flew open and the locked on my crotch. She licked her lips as I pulled my massive member out. I only had time to stroke myself a couple times, before Suzy dropped to her knees, and a low moan escaped her lips as she came on her fingers.

As she recovered, she crawled seductively over to where I sat, and replaced my hand with hers. I smiled at her encouragingly, but I doubt she saw it as her eyes were locked solely on my penis. She began to lick the underside of my erection, and I noticed for the first time that she had her tongue pierced. I sat back and enjoyed the sensation of my first blowjob with a pierced tongue.

“She’s really good at that, isn’t she” Larry said, and I opened my eyes to see him standing behind his niece.

I didn’t want to tell him I had had better, so I just nodded, and moaned to encourage her.

Suzy moaned around my cock, and I saw that Larry was rubbing himself against her pussy. It didn’t take long before he had himself hilt deep in his niece. He began to pound into her at a steady rhythm, making her moan more and more around my cock. She had a second orgasm, and I had to lift her head, afraid she was going to choke on my cock as she shivered uncontrollably.

Suzy then pulled away from her uncle, and finally looked at me. “I want that monster in me.” She said; her first words to me tonight. Her voice was soft and delicate. I just nodded and pulled her towards me. She straddled me on the chair, and I couldn’t resist taking one of her long nipples into my mouth, even though I had to bend way over to do it, with as short as she is. She pulled my head to her breast, as I sucked and nibbled on her teat. I felt her fat lips touch the head of my cock, and moaned as they started to slide down my erection. It took her a few moments, to get past the head, and I feared I might not be able to get the whole thing in this short woman. She seemed determined though, spurred on by my voracious appetite for her long nipples. I just couldn’t get enough of them. When she had me halfway in, she stopped, held her breath, and then slammed down hard. I could feel myself hit bottom, and then suddenly kept on going. She screamed, half in agony, half in rapture it seemed, and held still, except for her body shaking in my arms.

I continued to nibble her tits, and I felt her fingers digging into my scalp, trying to pull me in tighter to her. After a few moments, Suzy began to rock her hips, moaning in delight at the fullness she felt. For me, I didn’t know what to think. I was in her as deep as I could go, and then some. There seemed to be an extreme tightness inside her pussy that I couldn’t compare to any other sexual experience I’d ever had.

“That’s right, Suzy, suck my cock. Taste your own juices, and take my cum.” I guessed Suzy was blowing her uncle by his words, and a few seconds later he came in her mouth by the sounds of his grunting. I didn’t want to think how close he was to me right then, so I concentrated on the feeling of Suzy’s pussy undulating on me, and the feel of her wonderful nipples against my tongue. She really must have enjoyed this, as I felt her pussy get much wetter, and she began to moan in my ear.

“I’m going to cum,” I warned her. Suzy jumped off my lap, and began to suck on my cock furiously. It only took a couple seconds before I was blasting down the back of her throat. Suzy kept sucking till I had gone completely limp, fully cleaning my member.

“You’ve got the job,” I told her, feeling completely drained. She jumped up and down clapping her hands, and doing wonderful things for her body, in excitement at my news. We all got quickly dressed, and I told her the rules, and that she would start tomorrow, as a bartender. She would practice dancing with the other girls before we opened, and when she was good enough, I would let her take the stage.

Geo spied me coming out of the owner’s office, and I couldn’t help but pat the new key that resided in my pocket. My own key to that office.

“What did he want?” Geo asked. She must have been coming from a private session, as she had a robe draped around her body.

“Tell everyone that there will be a meeting after work tonight. And no one is to disturb Larry tonight either.” The older man wanted some more time alone with his niece. I could tell that Geo was hurt that I wouldn’t come right out and tell her the news, but I wanted to save it till everyone was together, so I didn’t have to say it a hundred times.

The rest of the night went pretty smoothly; Larry and Suzy leaving around midnight, and no one getting rowdy. All-in-all, a pleasant Friday night. The only problem I saw was that all the employees seemed to be on edge. At one point, the DJ even played the wrong song, and Geo snapped at him as I hadn’t seen her ever do.

I locked the doors, and walked into the dressing room. All eyes turned towards me, and for a second I froze, forgetting why I had called this meeting.

“Larry is selling this place, isn’t he?” Geo asked, and suddenly everyone’s nerves made sense. They all thought they were going to lose their job. I wished I had foreseen this, but as they say, hindsight is 20/20.

“Yes, and no,” I told her, and hurriedly continued to forestall any second guessing. “I am the new part owner.”

There was dead silence in the room for a moment, and I wondered if they were mad, happy, or just what was going through everybody’s minds.

It was Dixie that finally broke the silence. “Let me get this straight. All night we have been on pins and needles, just so you could tell us you were part owner?”

I could only nod at the accusation I saw in her eyes. This was not how I had seen things going. Cheers maybe, and some congratulations, or at the worst, indifference. I didn’t expect hostility.

Dixie grabbed a shirt that was lying close to her, and threw it. Not at me, surprisingly, but at Geo. “You brat! You told us Larry was selling the place!”

“Wait!” Geo tried to fend off the attack. “John came out of his meeting white as a ghost, and extremely serious. What else was I gonna think?”

We all laughed as Geo and Dixie went at it for a moment, only to finally turn and congratulate me along with everyone else.

At home Amber met us at the door, and flung her arms around me, planting a big kiss, and congratulating me as well. One of the other girls must have texted the news to her. Geo poured drinks, and Amber drank simple juice as we began to celebrate our good fortune.

“So not only are we moving into a bigger place, with less rent, but our wonderful John here, has been promoted and is getting a tremendous raise?” Geo asked, her words slurred from the amount of alcohol she had imbibed. “Damn, aren’t we lucky!” She leaned over, and gave me a passionate kiss. Amber was sitting on my other side, and demanded her own kiss, from her ‘cutie’ as soon as Geo had released me.

I happily obliged, enjoying the feeling of our tongues wrestling with one another, and felt hands at my belt. I opened my eyes without breaking the kiss to see Dixie trying to get my pants off. I lifted my hips, and broke the kiss long enough for Geo to get my shirt off.

Dixie immediately went down on me, sucking in my swollen head, and Geo dropped down to join her, licking my balls. I moaned into Amber’s mouth, placing both my hands on her cheeks, as our kissing became more passionate.

I started to undo the buttons on Amber’s shirt, but she stopped me, pulling away from our kiss. “No. You know how I feel about my body right now,” she told me.

“And you know how *I* feel about your body,” I retorted, going back to her buttons.

“You’re crazy,” she told me, but didn’t stop me this time, even though she did blush deeply as I revealed her torso.

I had to smile as I gazed upon my pregnant girlfriend. “I like you that shade of red,” I told her, referring to her blushing, and then immediately kissed her to forestall anything she might say.

Dixie moaned around my dick, and I looked down to see that both she and Geo had gotten naked, and Dixie was sitting on Geo’s talented mouth. Dixie had one hand in Geo’s strawberry blonde hair, and her other one cupping my sack.

I turned back to Amber, and decided her bra had to go. Luckily it was one of the front clasping kinds, and I soon had her pierced breasts revealed. I bent and took one in my lips, tugging on her rings gently with my teeth. I used my hands to pull down her maternity pants, and gain access to her crotch. Amber moaned loudly as my fingers found her clit, and began to rub.

“Geo, you are good at that, but I need some cock in me now!” I heard Dixie say, as her lips left my swollen member. Moments later I felt her climb on top of me and a hand take hold of my penis, aiming it for her honey pot. Even after all these months, Dixie felt exceptionally tight, and it took her a few moments to work the head past her lips.

I placed my hands on Amber’s hips, and gently guided her higher up on the couch, kissing her belly, and then down to her crotch as she moved. I laid flat on the couch, feeling every centimeter of Dixie swallowing me inter her body, and Amber repositioned to sit on my face.

I used my tongue to gently lick Amber’s swollen lips, sucking her into my mouth from time to time, listening to her moans. By the time I finally reached her clit, I was fully buried into Dixie’s slick slit. Dixie began to rock her hips atop me, and I felt someone grab my hand, and knew that Geo wanted some of my attention. She started to suck on my fingers, swirling her tongue around them, and then guided my hand down to her own pussy. I easily slipped two, then three fingers into my sister. By the time Amber had her first orgasm, I had four fingers in Geo, and as she began to climax, I slipped my whole fist into her.

“Oh, yes, John! I love the feeling of my brother’s whole fist in my cunt. Gawd, keep opening and closing your hand like that! Yes, yes, YES!” I loved the way Geo talked when she got off.

Dixie came soon after, and I had to fight to hold my own back, as her vaginal muscles began to milk my erection, demanding my cum.

Dixie climbed off me, and Geo removed my hand from within her, but kept hold of it, pulling me out from under Amber. “I want to feel my brother do me from behind with his massive cock,” she told me, and smiled as she dropped onto all fours. I obligingly knelt behind her, and slid all the way in with one push. Geo grunted as I hit bottom, and then pushed back harder, trying to get as much of me in her as possible. I knew how she liked it, and started to pound into my older sister as hard and fast as I could.

I looked back to the couch to see both Amber and Dixie, their legs spread, and a hand on the other’s crotch, their eyes slightly glazed as they watched the incest before them.

“Fuck me brother. Fuck me hard! Oh, how I love how deep you go! Oh, gawd, you’re gonna make me cum again! Yes, I can feel it! Ahhhhhh!”

I could feel Geo’s juices soaking out around my penis, and knew that I was going to cum soon after. “Ah, Geo, I’m gonna cum too!” I told her.

“Yes,” She screamed as she turned and looked at me, a fiery lust burning deep in her emerald eyes. “Cum in your big sister. Cum in me brother! I want to feel it shooting deep inside me!” Her hand reached around, grabbing my hip, trying to make me go faster.

Despite her demands, I pulled out of her, and sprayed it along her back as she whimpered in disappointment. I collapsed back, and smiled in amazement as I saw Dixie get up, and start to lick Geo’s back clean.

“Why won’t you cum in me, John?” Geo demanded as soon as Dixie was done. This was an old argument, and I just looked at her, not answering. “I know! You don’t want to get me pregnant,” her tone had turned sarcastic, then to seriousness. “I have been doing some research, and the chance of us having a baby with genetic problems is very slim. We don’t even have any of that stuff that runs in our family!”

I got up, and walked over to my older sister, then bent down, and cupped her chin in my palm. Looking deep into her eyes, I pulled her face up to mine, and kissed her. At first her lips remained still, refusing to kiss me back, but as I kept going, I felt her slowly begin to return it as I knew she would. I pulled away, and looked into her eyes. “I love you. I will always love you. Please let that be enough.” She nodded, but I knew this wasn’t the end of it from her.

That night as I lay trying to get to sleep, I began to imagine the changes I would make to the club, and began planning the move to the new place.
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I wanted to write this as part of a yearning I had for porn with intricate plot. Or maybe stories with more explicit sex scenes in them. Because of that, it is pretty long form. I put this up on Amazon, but was told it’s not appropriate for that audience. I wanted somewhere where people could read my work, so I hope you enjoy it. This is the first half of the first part.

Alex Waters

Taken By Lesbian Warlord

Chapter 1

Iona sat in the corner of the felt tent, trying to be as quiet and inconspicuous as possible. The men of the steppe, clad in their supple leathers and luxurious furs, had sternly and forcefully directed her to stay sat, and stay silent. She’d heard stories about what would befall her she was ever captured by steppe tribe, and what horrors to expect. Her head still felt light from the shock. She might only be eighteen, but she was a priestess; a junior priestess, but a priestess of the goddess of chastity and purity, Astraea. Being captured by the steppe people was a disaster. I’ve heard what they do to the men and women captured. So far, she had just been pushed around and manhandled from one tent to another, for which she was grateful. But she had already seen women and men ravished. Out in the open, for all to see! The sight had been more than Iona could handle.

This tent felt different from the others, however. For one thing, it was much larger, massive; large enough to hold over a hundred people. It was easily as impressive as the finery she had been used to in her temple, if not more so. The finest silk cushions and blankets were casually strewn around, soft and luxurious pelts of exotic animals she couldn’t identify were everywhere. Even the wooden furniture looked expensive, and had been polished with beeswax until it shone. Iona had no doubt that they had gotten everything here from raids and slaughter, but it still conveyed a sense of grandeur.

She tried to avoid being noticed by any of the men in the tent. She kept her eyes looking down, only glancing at them from the corner of her eye. It was impossible to ignore them, towering over her as they did even whilst lounging on their cushions. The smell of sweat, horse and leather engulfed her. No matter what else was here, it could not hold her full attention for long, however. That returned inevitably to the woman reclining opposite her.

The chieftain towered over the men as they towered over Iona; she was at least a head taller than the biggest man here. Clad in the same furs and leathers as the rest, she had a slender musculature that was both clearly strong and undoubtedly feminine. The sword that she had by her side was easily the largest that Iona had seen, larger than Iona herself.

It was with that sword in hand that Iona had first seen the chieftain appear, smashing down the doors to her temple. It was with that sword that she had carved her way through the temple guards, slashing and dancing through them like they were scarecrows. Most times she had not even met the guards’ spears and swords before the blade sliced through them.The ferocity and grace that Iona had seen from the dark-haired woman had been awe-inspiring. Even now, it was hard for Iona not to stare at her. She contented herself with surreptitious glances.

The chieftain herself looked over the men with a stern gaze that bordered on anger, even as she lounged. There were plenty of discussions in a language Iona did not understand, but the statuesque woman would only say one or two words, letting the men argue amongst themselves. Every so often she would glance at Iona, catching her staring. At those times Iona jumped, looked down and swore to herself that she would not look any more. And each time Iona’s eye would be dragged back to the darker-haired woman a few minutes later.

“You, girl!”

The barked words, in Iona’s own language, startled her. It was the chieftain, looking straight at her and indicating towards her. Timidly, Iona raised her head and met her eyes as best she could.

“Do you know Cordava? Lie, and we will take your tongue, eyes and ears, and wash the wounds with salt, wine and vinegar.”

Iona felt a wash of fear at how casually she was threatened. The steady look she got from the chieftain made her certain that she meant it. A cold pit in her stomach formed, and she did not dare to lie.

“Yes, my lady. I visited there often, as part of my duties at the temple.”

Some of the men hooted and jeered at Iona’s words, but the chieftain just gave a slight nod, and cast about significant glances. Eventually she glanced back at Iona with that stern look on her face.

“You will address me as Chief Helga, not Lady. That disrespect will earn you five strikes of the lash tomorrow morning. Next time it will be ten.” With that, she returned to consulting with her men.

Iona felt stung, chastised and afraid. She had never received a lashing before. She knew her life in the temple had been pampered and cared for. She had always been grateful, and had prayed her thanks everyday, but had it not been enough? Was this her punishment now? A life where she was to be lashed simply for saying the wrong word? I am a student of the divine, how could this be happening to me? she wailed inwardly.

She was shaken from her thoughts as the men stood, and the chieftain brought herself up leisurely. She barked a last set of instructions to the men, and then motioned to Iona.

“With me, girl,” Helga said, not unkindly.

Apprehension made Iona move slowly as she stood.

“I said move!” barked the chieftain. Striding forwards, she grabbed Iona by the hair on the back of her head, more forcefully than painfully, and directed her out of the dim tent. Iona could only move to keep up, standing and shuffling bent over as the chieftain threw her out into the glaring sunshine. Iona stumbled forwards, but caught herself from falling over, and kept walking swiftly to avoid any further attacks. She tried to calm her beating heart by straightening her white dress, edged with the gold leaves of her order. Some of the men chuckled as she left. Iona tried to regain some dignity as she walked. She took as steadying a breath as she could.

Helga directed her to a tent, smaller than the meeting tent, but still larger than all the rest Iona had seen in the encampment. As with the last, this one was lined with silks and luscious furs. A servant was polishing an expensive-looking wooden folding table, her body hunched over and trying not to draw attention to herself.

“Leave us,” Helga commanded sharply.

With a bow, the servant hurriedly gathering her things with quick but quiet movements and left.

“Kneel there.” Helga directed her to a particularly large pile of furs. Still feeling uncertain, Iona sank into them nervously.

“Tomorrow you will tell us about Cordava. The more information we have, the more of the townspeople we will spare.” She started unbuckling her armour and discarding her clothes, straps of leather falling to the floor. She undid the buckles of her leather harness more slowly, and hung it on pegs set into the tent’s supporting poles. “Make no mistake, those people cannot hold against us. With your help, no one need lose their life.”

Iona’s eyes widened as the chieftain pulled off her chest armour, exposing the pert and hard breasts underneath. Watching her put it to the side mesmerized Iona, the way the muscles rippled and stretched like a jungle cat’s. She tore her eyes down sharply when the chieftain turned her face towards her. “Do you understand?”

“I… uh… I…” words fled from Iona’s mouth. She felt heat come to her face as the chieftain stepped towards her directly. Iona fought to ignore the hard eyes. She was acutely aware of the breasts in front of her as she looked towards the floor. “Yes, yes, I understand.” There was a silence that Iona could feel, before she remembered. “Yes, Chief Helga.”

She felt more than saw Helga nodding. “Good.” With that she moved past Iona. Able again to look at her, Iona continued watching her move. She watched the chieftain’s back ripple as she grabbed a washbasin. She had never seen a woman with shoulders like hers, so strong and round, yet womanly. As the chieftain washed, Iona was transfixed with the water flowing over her skin as she lifted her arm this way and that to clean herself. Her back looks so strong! Iona felt her heartbeat quicken slightly. Her eyes dropped lower, and as the dark-haired woman started drying herself off, she turned and Iona could see her breasts again. They weren’t as heavy as her own, or as large. But they look like they would be so soft to touch. Iona wasn’t sure where that thought had come from, but once it was inside her it was hard to think of anything else. The rest of the chieftain’s body had a hardness to it that Iona hadn’t known a woman’s body could have, yet the skin looked so smooth. As she watched, Iona felt herself getting warmer, and a warm tingling gathered in her womanhood.

“Do you have people to worry about in Cordava, girl? Any family?”

The questions snapped Iona from her musings. “My family were killed by bandits, Chief Helga. Most of my friends left for the army or the temples. The only family I have left is in a village south of Cordava.”

Ungrateful brat! You need to learn to do what you are told! Iona banished the memory as quickly as it came. She had promised herself she wouldn’t think of it again when she ran away to the temples.

“Then think of them. Your words tomorrow may save their lives, and the lives of thousands of others.” She hung the damp cloth over a chair. “My tribesmen will kill three men for any one they lose after they take the city. Remember that.”

With that, Helga slumped on a pile of cushions and furs opposite Iona. A belt of leather still held a knife by her side, but other than that she was naked, and looking straight at Iona. Her knees were splayed out lazily, and her breasts flopped to either side. From her angle on the floor Iona could see straight between the dark-haired woman’s legs, to the soft hair on top of her pussy. Everything about her said she was exhausted from the heat. When she looked down at Iona, however, there was a hunger in her dark eyes.

“Come closer, girl. Bring yourself here, and kneel in front of me.”

Iona felt a sense of apprehension grow in her, but didn’t dare argue. She shuffled on her knees in front of the chieftain, smoothing her dress down her thighs. Helga curled herself upwards, bring her face close to the kneeling woman. Iona could smell her hair, leather and whatever sweat hadn’t been washed off, this close to her.

“Have you ever pleasured a man before?” The question was direct, and to the point. Iona shook her head slowly, and tried not to let her fear show. The chieftain nodded, as if to herself. “What of a woman? Were there any… special friendships at your temple?”

The question confused Iona. She didn’t understand what a special friendship was. How could…? Her face must have shown her confusion, because the chieftain didn’t wait for her answer. Instead she just leaned in, placed a hand on the back of her head. and kissed her lips.

The shock of the other woman’s hot lips sent fire through Iona. Her lips parted, and she felt a soft, exploring tongue slip through, retreating away from her mouth before she could react. Her mind panicked, somehow feeling like she was going to get in trouble, but also unable to think. When the chieftain pulled away, she gripped Iona’s hair, tilting her head upwards, and ran her fingers lightly over her face and neck. Iona felt her skin tingle where the woman’s fingers trailed.

“That was a kiss, priestess. And that’s what you are going to do to any part of me I tell you to.” Fingers brushed against Iona’s lips. “Like my fingers, now.”

Iona’s heart was pounding in her chest. She felt her lips move as she kissed the fingers dancing over her lips. Helga gave a low chuckle, and heat rushed to Iona’s face.

“Good girl,” she said. And with that, she trailed her hand away from Iona’s cheek and onto her shoulder, pushing the dress part-way off to expose her breast. Nails trailed down her skin, and then hands were massaging her tender flesh. Iona felt exposed and vulnerable, but couldn’t muster the courage to say anything. After a gentle squeeze, Iona felt a gasp escape her mouth. The warm tingles grew between her legs. Another kiss landed on her lips, this time slower and deeper. Fire swept through her as she sank into it. She realized she was kissing back, but couldn’t explain why.

Finally pulling away, the chieftain pulled Iona by her hair towards her inner thigh. “There. You are going to keep kissing there, and all around my pussy. Look me in the eyes whilst you pleasure me, girl. You have a pretty face, and I want to see it as I make you mine.”

Iona bent to her task, keeping her eyes on her captor as she had been told. From here the smell of leather and horses mixed with the smell of the woman’s hair, and as she ran her lips over the chieftain’s thigh and groin she could taste it all, mixed with the salt of her sweat. She paid attention to how the taller woman reacted to her kisses. Just to the left of the pussy there was a particular spot that she gasped at whenever Iona licked and kissed it, and Helga would force her face hard onto her when she did. Iona found herself spending more time there, wanting the stronger woman to grab her and force her face down. The chieftain’s eyes stared down at her with that hungry look, and Iona felt her face flush as she was filled with a mixture of humiliation and desire.

“I’m going to make you mine,” Helga whispered. Her voice was breathier than before. “Keep me satisfied, priestess, and I’ll keep you by my side. I’ll keep you safe.” She moaned as Iona sucked at her pussy. “Be mine, and I will keep you as a pet. But you must be loyal to me, like a good pet would. Even in your heart. Do you want that, priestess?”

Iona hesitated, feeling a wave of humiliation run through her. Deep inside her, she felt a stirring in her body, one she didn’t want to think too hard about. I’ll only do it to protect my chastity. That’s all. It sounded like a lie, even in her head. She felt another crush of shame as she realized how fast her heart raced at the thought of being kept by this woman. She nodded to the warrior.

“Then say the words, my pet.”

“I want to be yours, Chief Helga.” A renewed sense of shame came over Iona, but she didn’t hesitate to say the words. You know them to be true. She ignored the shameful thought, and reminded herself she was doing this to live. She looked up at her new Chief, who grinned wolfishly at her.

“Stick your tongue out, priestess.”

Timidly, Iona did as she was told, letting her tongue protrude further and further. The hungry look in the dark-haired woman intensified. Grabbing Iona’s head in both her hands, she turned the smaller woman’s face directly in front of her crotch, and gently but firmly pulled her, tongue first, onto the top of her pussy.

“Lick there, priestess. Run your tongue up and down my pussy. Suck gently at the top, and keep running your tongue over me. Very good… mmm.”

One of the strokes of Iona’s tongue must have hit a very tender spot, as the chieftain pulled her tight into her pussy, hard enough that Iona stumbled forwards onto her hands and knees. She kept licking, suckling and kissing in near desperation. The sweet smell of leather and horse mixed with the smell of her musk. Iona’s face was drenched in wetness from a mixture of where her mouth and tongue had been and the sweat of the day. It seemed to be flowing with liquid, and Iona tried licking it all up. She felt more heat increase in her own groin, but she tried not to think of that as she followed each one of the instructions she was given.

As Iona worked, she became fascinated with the way her darting and flicking tongue made the muscular woman’s body squirm. The heat of the strong thighs on either side of Iona’s face mixed with the heat of the tent. She felt a mischievous pride grow in her at the other woman’s pleasure, and was surprised by it. I am a priestess of Astraea. What is happening to me? She told herself she was doing what she needed to survive. I must save my chastity. That’s all I’m doing. The tingling in her loins seemed to mock her.

She heard a noise at the entrance to the tent behind her, and realised with a shock that someone had come in. She yanked her head back, and scrambled back to her knees, pulling her dress to cover her breasts again. She looked over her shoulder to see three male warriors enter clad in their furs and leathers. She turned to look at Helga, who still lounged naked on her furs without any concern for the men, and felt a thrill of fear. Fury painted the chieftain’s face, and she glared down at Iona in wrath.

Faster than she could have believed, a strong hand was at her dress, pulling her up towards Helga’s face. “Please, please, the men…” Iona had time to whimper before a slap that shook her head and stung her cheek.

“I do not care about the men.” Another slap on her other cheek caused both sides of her face to sting. Iona’s heart beat faster than a horse’s. “You do not care about the men. If you stop before I tell you to, I will beat you until you have learnt true discipline. Do you understand?”

Iona quivered, and she nodded her head whilst trying to avoid her eyes. A fist gathered her hair, and pulled her neck back to make Iona look at the chieftain’s face again. Displeasure had replaced wrath, but Iona still found it hard to look in her eyes.

“You do not like the men. Good.” Helga nodded as if to herself.

With that, she reached behind Iona and started pulling up her dress, bunching the fabric into her fist. Iona felt the dress ride up thighs, and then up her buttocks and lower back, fully displaying her rear to the men. She heard herself whimper as she thought of the men’s eyes on her.

“Hold that dress there. Let them see you.”

Iona felt humiliation wash over her. She could feel the eyes of the men like a physical touch on her hips. She grabbed the dress on either side of her hips in tight fists and kept it there so they could see her bare backside. Her face flushed red.

The warrior woman leaned back into the furs.

“Get back to what you were doing. And don’t stop until I tell you to, no matter what.”

Feeling her face burn, Iona kept the dress over her hips and leant forwards, kissing and licking at Helga’s soft pussy. Behind her some of the men jeered. One of them spoke out in their harsh tongue, and Helga pulled Iona towards her by the hair so she could whisper softly in her ear.

“They think you have a nice ass, priestess. Lean forwards more, and arch your back. Let them see it better. Show yourself off for me,” the steppe woman said dispassionately.

Iona felt her face flush with heat once more, but she dared not argue. Bunching her dress into one hand so it still lay over her hips, she placed one hand down onto the carpeted floor, leaned forwards and arched her back as far as she could. When she looked back at Helga, there was no sign she approved. Iona moved her behind from side to side. The men all jeered at the sight. She looked up at the warrior woman’s face, hoping she was pleased now. Helga’s expression was still hard and stern, but a small, satisfied smirk was fighting through. It sent a small thrill through Iona.

“Back to work, priestess.”

Iona dutifully stuck her tongue out, and started licking the chieftain again. She focused on that, and tried to ignore the men behind her.

The chieftain brought the men’s attention back to her. It was clear that they had seen her receiving this treatment before, and whilst they all leered at Iona, they still spoke with deference and respect to the warrior woman, even in her pleasure. Still breathing heavily, and writhing under Iona’s tongue, the chieftain heard the men, and then spoke a few more words of their language. Iona heard them leave the tent shortly after.

Breathing out with a sigh of relief, Iona started to move the dress down over her hips.

“I did not say to let the dress fall,” came the sharp voice of the chieftain. Iona froze, and brought the dress over her hips again. What for? There’s no one there. Is there?

“You lack discipline. Did you like having the men look at you?”

Pausing, she drew herself away from the woman’s crotch, and spoke through the wetness on her lips and cheeks. “No…”

“I did not tell you to stop!”

Fear stabbed through Iona. She hurriedly buried her face again, and kept her tongue and lips moving onto the sensitive areas.

“Better. Now again, did you like having the men look at you?”

Panic filled Iona, as she wanted to answer, but was afraid to stop what her mouth was doing. With her mouth on Helga’s mound, she tried to say as clearly as possible, “Mno.” It came out muffled, and Iona worried that she would not have been understood.

“I did not think so. If you do not learn discipline, I will have you tied to a post naked, with nothing but your welts to keep you company. I will let the men of my tribe use your body to pleasure themselves for as long as the moon and the sun are in the sky. There are several thousand men, and any one of them would use you. At their worst, I have seen my men give a woman to their horses, just for their entertainment. Is that what you want, priestess?”

Her heart beat rose in her again. Astraea forgive me, I need to keep my chastity. I cannot be sent to those men! Being careful to keep her mouth and lips on the warrior woman’s mound, she gave her muffled response as clearly as she could. “Mno, mleafe!”

A hand stroked her head. “Good girl. Let’s hope you can learn discipline.” Cords stuck out on the chieftain’s neck, as she took a steadying breath. “You have an incredibly sweet mouth.”

Pride burned in Iona at the compliment, although she tried to suppress it. She started bobbing her head to get more motion into her tongue movements. It’s just to survive. I don’t want to go to the men! It’s just to avoid that. She repeated that to herself like a mantra. She tried not to think about about how pleased she was to be told she had a sweet mouth. She tried to not think about how erotic she felt whilst enjoying this. The tingling in her womanhood had spread to her entire body.

“I’m going to bring some more men in here. Would you like to be naked whilst we continue?”

The question seemed innocent, as if she was just curious. “Mno Mssem,” Iona said, uncertainly.

A wide smile broke over Helga’s face. “As you wish. Keep the dress over your rear.”

“Enter!” the chieftain barked.

A noise at the tent flap behind her told of men entering. Her face burned, and her hips and ass felt exposed and vulnerable, but she had learnt from last time. This was a test. She kept her mouth at her task, and stared devotedly at the steppe woman.

“Chief Helga, we would like to present ourselves. I am the Mayor of Cordava, and with me are…” That was as far as the new arrivals got. The sight before them took the words out of their mouths. Iona realized they must have recognized her dress.

“Do you like my new pet? I picked her up in a temple a day’s ride from here,” the steppe woman said lazily. “You received reports of our raid, yes? That’s how long it took to make her my pet. A day.” Iona felt shame burn through her. She didn’t know if it was really the mayor. This could still be a test. She kept at her work.

“And I know who you are. You’re the people who said that half your city’s wealth was too steep a price to pay for peace with my tribe.”

Slowly, the men walked closer towards the two women. Iona could feel them at her back. One of them stood by her side, but well out of arm’s reach. He could see her face clearly, and what she was doing. Making sure her tongue was still working on the woman’s pussy, she risked a look at who it was.

Glaring down at her with eyes burning with righteous authority was the high priest of Cordava. He had a perpetually stern look on his face and his greying bushy eyebrows and beard bristled as he recognized her. Iona felt herself stop, and ripped her eyes away to look at Helga again. She refused to look at the high priest again.

“You are here to argue more favourable terms for peace, is that right? By all means, go ahead. You have…” The steppe woman made a noise as if deciding an amount. “…some of my attention. Let’s say half.” Her hand was stroking at the back of Iona’s head. Shame burned through Iona, but she kept her mouth working.

“We had reports that you had ransacked the holy temple of Astraea yesterday,” the high priest said stiffly. “Even for a savage such as you, we thought there were limits to your depravity.” His voice held contempt; Iona knew this man, though. His voice often did.

“Tell me, what is Astraea goddess of?” Iona felt the stony glance on the back of her head. She ignored him; all that mattered was Helga. She heard the answer though, and tried not to let it stab into her. “Astraea is the goddess of purity and chastity.” The old man snorted contemptuously at the warrior woman’s suddenly wolfish smile. “You could have put that robe on any whore, after you took it from a priestess.”

That wolfish smile remained on the barbarian woman. “Do you believe I did?”

For a moment, he didn’t reply. Iona wasn’t sure if he would remember her. They had only met a few times, and each time they had both been busy.

“No,” he said after a pause. “I recognise her from my last visit to that temple. Clearly this whore never belonged as one of our priestesses.”

Humiliation washed through Iona, but she kept her attention on the steppe woman. Getting angry now will only get me killed – and maybe the rest of Cordava too. She kept at her work silently. For some reason the tent suddenly filled with tension, and no one moved except Iona, determined in her work of pleasuring her chieftain.

“She’s not your priestess anymore. She’s my pet.” The chieftain brought herself up onto her elbows. “A pet pleasuring me is worth ten of your priestesses to my tribe. I am giving you one chance, one, because I am generous and this sweet mouth is pleasing. Send me tribute, half the wealth of your city. Or I will kill your men, and take your women for me and my men. Your daughters and wives will share this priestess’s fate. It will take less than a day after you die for them to be my pets. Do you have sons? The prettiest will go to my men. The rest will die.” She looked back at the older man. “Send me tribute, and we will leave. Defy us, and we will force what is left of you to submit.”

Iona heard murmurs of assent, but the words that came from the high priest were defiant. “You will receive nothing from us. You can keep your whore, we will not submit. We will go to the gods untainted! We are ready to die rather than see you godless savages profit.”

The woman paused. Then she addressed the other men. “Half your city’s wealth, and you kill him. You can tell them I did it if you wish.”

Iona paused, and half turned to see the effect this offer had made. The old man had enough time to start repeating himself, before all three men behind him grabbed and yanked him screaming out of the tent.

“Wagons will be here in a week, Chieftain,” one shouted.

“Your descendants will thank you. Now leave here. And be grateful my pet’s attentions have put me in a good mood.”

As the men stumbled out in a rush, Iona could hear noises of protest from the high priest. She heard them leave the tent, a loud cry, and then silence. She felt a burst of pity for the old man. He had never been a smart man, only loud and stubborn.

A strong, slender hand tilted her chin up. She let her tongue come away from Helga’s pussy.

“As for you…” the chieftain drawled, and slid two fingers into her mouth whilst she looked at Iona fervently. She sucked them lightly, and they came out of her mouth wet. She pushed them past Iona’s lips, and forced her mouth open wide, wider, until her jaw hurt. “We’re going to get serious now.”

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Carmelita has to make a choice, embrace who she is and become her little sister’s sex slave or live a miserable lie.

Dominating My Older Sister
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Five: Sister Submission
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Carmelita Campo

The tears wouldn’t stop coming. Everything was all so screwed up. I was screwed up. I should have loved fucking Clint’s dick. Or at least wanted to do it more than licking my sister’s, or another girl’s, pussy. I was straight.

I had to be.

My sister stalked off, my cheek stinging from her slap, from the disappointment in her words. Disappointment. She…wanted me to admit I liked licking pussy and hated sucking cock. Clint’s cum lingered in my mouth, a salty, bitter taste. His spunk churned my stomach. I wanted to throw-up. And more of his jizz leaked out of my pussy.

My unprotected pussy. I wasn’t on birth control. What if he bred me?

At least then I’d prove I was a straight slut. My shoulders shook more. Tears poured down my cheeks as I gasped. My head spun. My stomach growled despite being full of cum and piss and pussy juices. My head throbbed, my ass ached.

Clint stood. He looked down at me, his hard face set. Then he marched off. Lee knelt down beside me. Once, we had been friends, united in picking on the other girls who were beneath us, like Lee’s half-sister Alicia.

God, it was hot when that little brat had fisted me.

But then Lee had turned into a freak last year, destroying our friendship. How could I be seen with such a whore? She’d do all sorts of obscene stuff, flashing herself, shaving herself while everyone watched, let us insult her, demean her.

Made me fantasize about forcing her to lick my pussy.

Her arm went around my shoulders. She pulled me close. She was a slave, like me. Clint spanked her like Juana spanked me. He made her drink piss like I drank Juana’s. She’d been bound, degraded, humiliated, and she loved it. Why? How?

“It’s okay,” Lee whispered.

My arms went around her. I pressed my face into her chest, my entire body shaking. My tears stained her flesh. They flowed out of me. Everything was so confusing, so fucked up. I wasn’t a lesbian. My father would disown me. But…

I loved it. I loved pussy so much and I hated cock. Cum. It was so nasty.

“Do you remember how I masturbated before our PE class?” Lee asked, her voice soft. “And shaved my snatch bare?”

I nodded, sniffing.

“Clint made me do it.”

“I know that,” I said. “You’re his sex slave.”

“But I didn’t fight it,” Lee said. “He doesn’t really make me do anything. Or… he does, but only because I let him. Because I want him to make me do humiliating, disgusting things. I want to be his slave, his whore, his cum dumpster. And you… You want to lick pussy.”

“No!” I protested.

“It’s so clear.” Lee cupped my face, her fingers brushed the tears spilling down my cheeks.

“It’s Juana. She’s lying about me!”

“Sure you’re not lying about yourself?” Her eyes bored into mine. “I saw you gag when Clint fired his cum into your mouth. You hated it.”

“Cum just doesn’t taste good.”

“Not to you.” Lee’s beamed. “I love it. It’s better than pussy juices or piss for me. My brother’s cum is ambrosia to me. Just like your sister’s pussy juices is ambrosia to you.” Lee leaned closer, brushing her nose against mine. “I bet you even liked Juana’s piss better than Clint’s cum.”

Heat caressed my cheeks.

“That’s what I thought. So, Carmelita, why don’t you want to be happy?”

“My father would kick me out of the house if I were gay.” I stared at Lee. She had to understand why I couldn’t be gay. No matter how much I liked pussy. “He’d disown me and be so disappointed in me. He despises lesbianas and maricónes. I can’t be one.”

“If he disowns you and kicks you out, you can live here. You and Juana.” Lee gave me such a friendly smile. “Because it’s more important for you to be happy by being true to who you are then to live a lie for someone who hates who you are. I acted like a brat for attention, craving to be disciplined, looking for a man to take me in hand. And when I found it, I was so happy. And I think you want the same. All this forcing dykes to lick your pussy… You were looking for they dyke who’d force you to admit who you are.

“And your sister’s doing it. With my Master’s help. So let them! Or you’re going to have a shitty life, Carmelita. Be true to yourself.”

Then she kissed me on the mouth. Not a hot, passionate kiss, but something like a pair of sister’s might share. A brush of lips, something loving. I closed my eyes, feeling the heat of her lips as she broke it and scampered off.

True to myself… Was I really a lesbian?

My stomach twisted. Father stood over me, glaring down at his filthy, lesbiana daughter, face burning with rage, fists clenching. And in his eyes dwelled the worst thing ever: disappointment. I bolted for the bathroom, stumbling into it and falling before the toilet.

My stomach heaved as I puked up my shame.

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Juana Campo

I avoided my sister all Saturday night. I hoped letting her think about things would improve her. Clint had his sex slaves bind her and leave in the middle of the living room floor like last night. They had promised to check up on her.

I found my sister lying on her side early Sunday morning, hardly moving, her face smeared with drying pussy juices.

“Good morning, slave,” I said, staring at her, hoping to see her eyes light up.

She flicked up her gaze at me then looked away.

“I said, ‘Good morning, slave’!” My hand clenched. “How do you respond, bitch?”

“Morning, Mistress,” she muttered, words slurred.

I bent down beside her, working on the knots. In a minute, she flexed her fingers as she sat up, massaging feeling back into them. Then, without a word or permission, she stood up and stumbled on wobbly legs to the bathroom.

I ground my teeth.

I stood ready for her return, the huge, black dildo strapped onto my naked body. My sister tottered out of the bathroom, her round, golden-brown breasts jiggling, her nipples not even erect. Her head downcast, black hair falling around her face.

“You are being a bad slave,” I hissed. “You’re walking instead of crawling. You’re my bitch-slave, linda.”

My older sister sank down to her knees without a word, no energy. In my hands I held a pair of nipple clamps. This would get a reaction out of her.

“You know I have to punish you for your insolent behavior.”

My older sister shrugged.

I leaned down, my small tits jiggling. My nipples throbbed, so hard with my excitement to play with my sister-slave. How dare she rob me of my fun. I opened the clamp then paused. Her nipples weren’t erect. They didn’t protrude out for me.

I rubbed one with my finger, massaging it. The little nub poked out, half as erect as normal. Good enough. I clamped her nipple. She sucked in a breath, her body trembling. She let out a whimper of pain.

Better.

“You are going to wear these all day for being an insolent slut, bitch!” I told her, my pussy growing moist as her other nipple poked out on its own.

I opened the clamp, the toothy jaw engulfing her nipple. The triangular alligator teeth bit into her brown nipple. She shuddered again, sucking in another breath. My pussy clenched, juices dribbling down my thighs as her breasts shook. The nipple clamps pulled on her nubs as they swung back and forth.

“Now what do you say?” I demanded.

“Thank you for punishing me, Mistress,” she muttered, her words slurred like she was drunk. But that was impossible.

I grabbed her chin, lifting her face, peering into her eyes. They were dull, lifeless. “If you don’t start showing me how thankful you are, you’re going to be punished more.”

“Guess it’ll be more punishments.”

“That’s your choice, bitch.” I pointed at couch. “Crawl over there and bend over it. I’m going to spank your insolent ass.”

She shrugged and shuffled along on her hands and feet, her ass wiggling. Bruises splotched her ass, fading from brown-purple centers to yellow edges. Reminders of her spankings two days ago. She reached the couch, pressing her clamped nipples into the fabric, wincing.

I advanced on her, my pussy so wet for this. I would spank her, get her in the mood, and then fuck her so hard with her favorite dildo. She would remember what I gave her—the pain and pleasure she craved. The lesbian pleasures that she desired but refused to admit.

CRACK!

She grunted, her head lying on her arms, hardly moving. My red handprint burned on her ass.

CRACK!

The stinging slap echoed harder. I landed it right on a bruise, my snatch clenching from causing her pain. But she just grunted again. She didn’t moan. She didn’t whimper. She didn’t wiggler her ass, begging for another.

CRACK!

“What is wrong with you?” I demanded, three bright spots burning on her gorgeous ass.

CRACK!

“Don’t just lie there!”

“Dad’s going to kill me,” she said in Spanish. “He’s going to find out I’ve licked your pussy and think I’m a lesbian.”

“You are a lesbian! A lesbian slave!”

CRACK!

“Don’t tell me you hate licking pussy, bitch! I know you love it!”

Her entire body shook. Tears fell down her cheeks. “I…I don’t like it. I’m just doing it because you’re blackmailing me.”

My excitement died. It wasn’t hot spanking her when she didn’t care. I stared at my older sister. I wanted to dominate her, to make her my sex slave, not to break her spirit so completely. She shook worse and worse.

This was all fucked up.

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Alicia Elliston

I was lightly humping my pussy against my teddy bear, sliding my shaved, slick slit against his soft fur, when my bedroom door opened. Juana walked in, having only left a few minutes ago. Now tears fell down her cheeks. She had a huge strap-on thrusting from her crotch.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, lifting my body from my teddy bear. “I thought you were going to play with Carmelita?”

“It’s not fun when she’s crying,” Juana said, sobs shaking her body. “Real crying. I…I think we’ve broken her. It’s all falling apart. She won’t admit she’s gay.”

I hopped off my bed, my pigtails flying, and flew to my friend. I embraced her, the dildo digging into my stomach, our tiny breasts pressed tight. She pressed her wet face against the nape of my neck, shaking harder, clinging to me.

“Let’s go talk to Clint. He’s got to have a plan. He must have been thinking all night about the problem.”

“Y-you really think that Clint will help?”

I pulled away from her enough to cup her face. Tears rolled down her cheeks to my fingers. I gave her a kiss on the lips, sweet and loving, putting all my friendship into it as I wiggled against her, my nipples tingling as they brushed hers.

Oh, I missed humping my teddy bear. My pussy had been so close to erupting.

“Come on, let’s go talk to Clint,” I said, when we broke it. “Right now. You paid him with your pussy and mouth to get Carmelita as your sex slave, and he’ll deliver. He’s just down the hall with Mommy-Slave and Aunt Vicky.”

“Okay,” Juana said.

I just wanted my friend to be happy. Clint had to help her. He just had to.

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Clint Ellison

Mom groaned and gasped as Aunt Vicky and I sucked on her fat nipples. My tongue swirled around her nub before I sucked hard on it again, making her body arch and her wanton moans echo through the bedroom she shared with her sister.

“Oh, Master, yes. I can’t wait until I lactate like Melody and Pam,” moaned my mother.

“Then you’ll be my human cow,” I grinned, releasing her nipple. “We’ll just milk these huge udders.”

My aunt shuddered, sucking harder. The pair were so alike, only two years apart in age. They both had huge, soft breasts and fat nipples. Their hair differed, Mom’s bleached blonde contrasting with Aunt Vicky’s black, their tresses brushing around my mom’s shoulder. They both had the same tattoo on their left tit, a triangle with three initials: two C’s and a V for Clinton, Cheryl, and Vicky. My father’s owned both sisters before he died.

Now I owned them. But that top C, over Chery and Vicky’s letters, belonged to my father even though we shared the same name.

“Yes, Master, you can milk me all you want,” Mom moaned. “Mmm, Mommy-slave’s big, strong son will need her milk to make him even stronger.”

I grinned, my dick throbbing, aching for her incestuous depths. I sucked on her nipple one last time, bringing another squeal before I broke away. I grabbed Mom’s hips, dragging her down the bed so she was in the center, pulling her away from Aunt Vicky’s hungry mouth.

My cock throbbed, thrusting before me, as I knelt between my mom’s spread open thighs. Her pussy, adorned by her black bush, glistened. Her thick pussy lips, thrusting through her curly pubic hairs, begged for my dick as she undulated her hips.

I rubbed her stomach. My child grew in her belly. I had bred my mother.

“What are you grinning about, Master?” Aunt Vicky asked, shifting around, her big boobs dangling before her.

“How he’s such a stud he bred his mother,” Mom answered, her hips wiggling. “He’s thinking about breeding more of his family members.”

“Maybe a sexy aunt. You have bred both my daughters, Master.” Aunt Vicky gave me such a smoky look.

“Or one of his sisters. His little princess craves to carry her big brother’s son,” purred Mom, stroking my dick with her hot hand.

I shuddered. I should breed Alicia. Her slim frame, swollen with pregnancy, would be so sexy. Mom’s hands rubbed my precum around the sensitive crown of my dick as the fantasy of a pregnant Alicia burned through my mind, watching her bouncing on my cock, her budding tits jiggling above her round belly.

“That’s it, sister-slut,” Aunt Vicky moaned, her heavy tits dangling right over Mom’s lips. “That’s what he wants. To breed my cute niece.”

“Oh, yes,” Mom moaned. “My sexy son needs to breed my baby girl.”

My dick throbbed in her hand. “I do. But right now, I need to fuck my Mommy-slave’s pregnant pussy.”

Mom shuddered, her hand bringing my dick right to her wet pussy. At the same moment, she latched onto her sister’s nipple, sucking on the fat nub. My aunt’s eyes rolled back into her head, moaning in pleasure as her sister sucked.

I groaned, Mom’s thick pussy lips and ticklish bush rubbing on the tip of my cock. She worked my shaft up and down her slit while nursing on her sister’s nipple. Then her silky labia engulfed my dick’s crown, her undulating hips sliding my shaft an inch into her pregnant pussy.

I took my time sinking into my mother’s pussy. Slowly. Ever so slowly. I savored every incestuous inch of sliding back into the pussy that birthed me. I groaned, the hot heat of her pregnant snatch engulfing my shaft.

I bred the womb that had birthed me. Goddamn, that was intoxicating.

Mom squealed about her sister’s nipple as my cock filled her. Her cunt clenched on my dick, swaddling me in hot silk. I buried to the hilt in her. Her thighs locked about my hips, her pussy rippling about my cock as she suckled so hard.

“Fuck my sister-slave, Master!” Vicky moaned. “Satiate your lusts! You’re so hard! Use your Mommy-slave’s cunt to satiate your desires!”

“Yes,” I groaned, drawing back my hips, Mom’s silky flesh caressing my dick. The pleasure shot through me. “I’m going to dump so much cum in her, and you’re going to lick your sister-slave clean, slut.”

“Yes, Master!” Aunt Vicky moaned, her entire body shaking. Her ass wiggled.

I slammed into my mom’s pregnant depths, incestuous friction burning about my cock. I groaned, loving it. My balls smacked into her taint, full of my seed. I wanted to breed her all over again. After she birthed my child, maybe I would. Another baby planted into the womb that birthed me.

I drew back and thrust in faster, the incestuous thrill of fucking my mother’s pregnant cunt shooting through me. My ass clenched with each thrust, the pleasure flooding down my shaft and filling my balls. They ached more and more as they smacked into her taint.

Aunt Vicky moaned again, her face twisting with pleasure.

“Got a hot cunt, slave?” I demanded.

“Always, Master,” Aunt Vicky moaned. “That’s why I need my strong nephew to control me. I’d be such a whore, just fucking every cock I could, without that.”

I grinned at her. “Plant that hot cunt on your sister’s mouth. Grind your cunt on her and cum so hard.”

“Oh, god, yes, Master! Thank you for letting me use my sister’s mouth!”

“You’re welcome, slut. Now get that whore-cunt on her mouth and drench her!”

“Yes,” Mom moaned, her pussy clenching on my thrusting cock.

As Aunt Vicky mounted my mom’s face, I thrust harder, the pleasure spilling through me. I slammed into my mom’s cunt, her body shaking. Her big boobs, piled into two lush mounds, jiggled with each thrust. I stared at them as Mom devoured her sister’s cunt with such greedy hunger. Aunt Vicky moaned, her big tits jiggling as she squirmed on her sister’s mouth.

Two delicious sets of breasts to stare at. I licked my lips, pounding my mom’s pregnant cunt so hard, eyes flicking from Mom’s to Aunt Vicky’s bouncing tits. My balls smacked so hard into my mom’s taint, her pussy clenching down on my dick as she licked and nuzzled and ate her sister’s incestuous snatch.

“Oh, yes, Cheryl,” groaned my aunt. “Oh, yes, you are so good at licking pussy. Mmm, yes, eat my snatch. Shove that slutty tongue into my depths while your son fucks your whore-cunt!”

Mom’s pussy clenched on my plunging dick, pleasure rippling down my shaft.

“Such a whore-cunt,” I growled. “Mothers shouldn’t be so hot for their son’s cock. Only a complete slut would do that. Just a filthy skank who lets her son fuck her and breed her!”

“Yes!” gasped Aunt Vicky, grinding her pussy faster on my mom’s lips. Vicky squeezed both her big tits, holding them up, proffering them to me.

I growled, leaning over, and sucking hard on her fat nub. I worshiped my aunt’s nipple, tasting my mother’s mouth on it. I shuddered, plowing my mom so hard, the bed creaking. Her pussy was so silky and juicy on my dick.

Her thighs tightened on my hips. Her hips bucked so hard. She screamed out rapture, muffled by my aunt’s pussy, as her own cunt spasmed so hard about my dick. The pleasure rippled up and down my shaft.

I made my mother cum.

“Oh, yes,” gasped Aunt Vicky. “My sister is a huge slut! Cumming on her son’s cock like a whore!”

“Such a whore!” Mom moaned. “I love my son’s huge cock in my pussy!”

I pounded her spasming pussy. Her flesh writhed about my cock. The pleasure rippled through my body. I moaned about Aunt Vicky’s nipple, sucking so hard. I fought off my orgasm, savoring my mom’s convulsing flesh for as long as I could.

It was so hot feeling her silk massage my cock. My mother’s pussy spasmed on my dick. I made her cum. Pride surged through me, the same pride I felt when I made any of my women cum. I sucked so hard on Aunt Vicky’s nipple, moaning as my orgasm built.

Pressure swelled in my balls. They begged for release.

But I kept fucking Mom. I plowed her cunt as hard as possible. She moaned and squealed into her sister’s pussy. I kept her cumming. I kept her gasping. Her silky flesh sucked at my cock, begging for my cum to flood her pregnant depths.

“Fuck,” Aunt Vicky moaned. “Oh, god, Cheryl. You nasty slut. Finger my ass! Ooh, yes! Oh, that’s so hot and… Ooh, yes, watch us, girls!”

I ripped my lips away and found Alicia and Juana standing in the doorway watching me. Alicia, her glasses perched on her cute nose, beamed at me. She fingered her shaved pussy, her arm reaching past her flat stomach.

I pictured it bulging with our child.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my orgasm threatening to spill through me.

Golden-brown Juana, as petite as my sister, looked so cute, her skin contrasting with Alicia’s paler flesh. My balls tightened so much, Juana’s eyes wide and reddened. Tear tracts stained her cheeks which made the lesbian girl so…desirable.

“Yes, yes, yes, watch us sluts please our master!” Aunt Vicky howled, bucking hard, her tits slapping together. “Fuck, my sister-slave knows how to make me cum!”

Aunt Vicky howled out her orgasm as Alicia grinned at me. She was so cute. I had to breed her. Soon. She deserved a big reward for bringing Juana to me. I slammed into my mom’s pussy, my balls boiling.

And came.

The pleasure shot through me. I growled through my teeth as my jizz pumped over and over into my mom’s pregnant snatch. I howled with Aunt Vicky, both of us pleasured by my Mommy-slut. My balls unloaded. Blast after blast of jizz basted my mother.

And then left me breathing hard, buzzing with rapture.

“That was so hot, big brother,” moaned Alicia, rubbing her pussy hotter. “I love watching you fuck our Mommy-slut.”

“I can tell. My little princess has a hot cunny.” I pulled out of Mom’s pussy, sitting down on my ass, leaning back on my arms. My cock, still hard thanks to my morning red pill (I took one right at the start of the day on the weekend) thrusting wet before me, stained with our mother’s juices.

Beside me, Aunt Vicky let out a hungry groan and buried her face into her sister’s pussy, licking up my cum.

“So,” I grinned, eyes flicking back and forth from Alicia to Juana. “Do both of you have hot cunnies, or just Alicia?”

“Just me, big brother,” Alicia squealed. “Juana’s a lesbian. You know that.”

“I can hope,” I grinned. I had enjoyed her once. It was enough. “So come over here, princess, and slide that hot cunny down your big brother’s cock.”

Alicia gave a squeal of delight. She darted over and hopped onto the bed. The springs creaked as she bounced on the bed. Then, with another agile hop, her pigtails flying about her face, she straddled my waist, grabbing my cock.

I groaned as my nineteen-year-old sister sank her tight pussy down my dick. My eyes rolled back into my head at the feel of her incestuous cunny. She was so hot and silky. She gripped me with such youthful enthusiasm, moaning the entire slide down my cock.

“Oh, no,” she gasped, shaking her head. “I’m so sorry, big brother, but you need to help Juana first.”

“Is it Carmelita?” I asked, staring at Juana. She shifted, not looking at us. She had become Alicia’s lover, and clearly didn’t like seeing her impaled on my dick.

My cock throbbed in my little sister’s cunny.

“Yes,” Juana said. “She started crying when I was spanking her. Real crying. And she’s so…despondent. She’s broken. I didn’t want to break her. I wanted to make her my slave.”

I smiled at her. I had thought of it all night. Lee’s words to Carmelita inspired my plan. “This is what you do, Juana.”

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Alicia Elliston

Juana darted out of the room, a huge smile on her lips. I smiled at my big brother, my hands rubbing his chest. “You are so amazing! Will it work?”

“Hopefully,” he said, leaning back on his hands, his huge dick twitching in my pussy.

I loved riding my big brother. His cock reached sooooo deep into my cunny. I squirmed, impaled on his huge slab of meat. My pussy, on fire from humping my teddy bear, needed relief. Especially with Aunt Vicky and Mom sixty-nining with such incestuous enthusiasm beside us.

Big brother groaned as I slid my pussy up and down his dick. A pleased grin crossed his face as my pussy pleased his dick. I clenched down on his girth when I rose, my hips wiggling, stirring my dripping pussy about his cock. Then I impaled my cunny down his length again.

Pleasure rippled through my body. “Oh, big brother, I love your huge cock!”

“My princess has such a hot cunny that needs to be satiated all the time.”

I blushed and moaned, “Yes, yes, by my big brother’s dick! I love it! Love you!”

“Love you, Princess. Now ride me. Scratch that itch in your cunny.”

I squealed, bouncing faster and faster on my brother’s dick. The friction burned in my cunny. My silky flesh clung to his dick. I squeezed so hard on him as I rose up his shaft. Then I slammed down him, gasping, my clit mashing into his pubic bone.

My glasses slipped on my nose. My moans echoed through the room, pigtails bouncing about my shoulders. My hands massaged Clint’s muscular chest. I loved the feel of his iron muscles beneath me. I squeezed into them, fingers digging into his strength, my pussy clenching harder, the pressure swelling in my cunny.

My little nipples throbbed, aching to be touched.

With a squeal, I threw my arms around his neck, rubbing my tiny nubs against his hard body. Pleasure tingled from my nipples, racing down to my hot cunny. I bounced faster and faster, drinking in the delights of his body.

“Big brother!” I squealed, pressing my face into his neck. I breathed in his musk, so salty and delicious. I licked his neck then planted kisses on him.

“Your cunny’s getting so hot,” he growled. “Someone wants to explode.”

“Me! Me! Me! I want to explode on my big brother’s huge dick!”

“Then do it, Princess!”

I pressed my face into his neck, screaming out my rapture. I slammed down his dick, my clit throbbing as it rubbed into his pubic hair. My pussy spasmed. Rapture shot out of my snatch and rippled through my body. My flesh spasmed about his huge cock.

I squealed and groaned and gasped into his neck. The pleasure burned through my mind. It bathed me in ecstasy. Fireworks detonated across my vision, celebrating my incestuous orgasm on my big brother’s dick.

And then he groaned, “Princess!”

Hot cum flooded my snatch. I squealed, pretending he was breeding me. That his cum was flooding my womb and finding my little egg. I bucked and squirmed, hugging him so tight as more and more rapture shot through me.

“I love your cum in my cunny, big brother!” I moaned. “Oh, I love it.”

“I can tell,” he grunted, his cock firing the last blast into my pussy.

I sank down his cock, shuddering, my pussy’s spasms slowing. I breathed, feeling his heart thudding beneath his chest. I just held my big brother’s strong body, wiggling against him, loving this so much.

“Do you think Juana will do it?” I asked. “Will she get through to her sister?”

“I don’t know,” Clint admitted. “Carmelita’s one stubborn bitch.”

“She is,” I hissed. “Ooh, I hope Juana does. I want to see that bitch humiliated at college for all the meany things she did to me.”

“Me, too, Princess. But it’s up to Juana. She has to be the mistress. She has to be in control of Carmelita. She’ll need self-control to do it.”

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Juana Campo

I darted downstairs, feeling so energized by Clint’s words. They made so much sense, even if it sucked having to watch Alicia twitch and squirm on his dick. I so wished she was a lesbian like me. Then she could be my girlfriend instead of just my friend.

Well, friend with lesbian benefits. I guess that wasn’t too bad.

My feet scampered down the stairs. The strap-on bounced and waved before me. I jumped past the last three stairs, landing in a crouch on the floor. I sprang up, darting down the hallway past the stairs to the living room. Carmelita was just where I left her, her ass still red, though not as bright. She still cried.

I fell down in the nearby chair and spread my legs wide. My pussy, covered by my thin bush, aimed right at her. I pulled up the strap-on, shifting so the dildo’s base was higher up on my crotch and not pressing on my clit.

Then I didn’t say a word. That was hard. I really, really wanted to. My pussy was so juicy and itchy.

Carmelita glanced at me. She stared at my pussy. I didn’t make eye contact with her, looking off to the side, my heart beating so fast. I wanted to glance at her, to look in her eyes and get a sense of what she thought. My pussy clenched, juices trickling out of my pussy. Some worked through my hairs, reaching my ass.

I wanted to squirm. To command. I itched to.

Please, please let this work. Upstairs, Alicia squealed in delight, riding her big brother’s cock. She received the incestuous pleasure that I craved so badly. This had to work. It was so hard not saying a word.

The grandfather clock ticked every second, louder than Alicia’s faint moans. My heart thudded with it. An eternity of ticks, though maybe only sixty or eighty, passed before my sister licked her lips. She wiggled her hips and then pushed away from the couch.

She crawled across the floor, her dog tag, engraved with her name, jangled as she came nearer and nearer. I fought to smile, to react at all. Her eyes locked onto my pussy. A spark flared in her eyes’ dark depths as she licked her lips again. Her breasts swayed, the clamps pulling at them, stretching them out.

And then she was between my legs. Her hair brushed my thighs. Her breath washed across my pussy. I tensed, my pussy clenching as I sucked in a breath. My sister’s face leaned closer and closer to my pussy.

My pubic hair brushed her nose. Her lips.

Her tongue licked out, diving through my folds. I let out an explosive, “Yes!”

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Carmelita Campo

With every lick through my Mistre…little sister’s cunt, life quickened within me. I shivered, my pussy clenching, heat swelling in my core. The throb in my nipples changed, the pain transforming into something…exhilarating.

I closed my eyes and focused on her tangy musk, on the heat of her silky pussy sliding across my tongue, rubbing on my lips. I breathed in her musk with each breath, my hips wiggling more and more. Juices trickled down my thighs from my shaved pussy.

She whimpered and groaned, the sounds opening my eyes. I stared up her body, the huge strap-on fluttering before me, a flagpole waving in passionate breezes. Her small breasts heaved, her hands cupping her little mounds, brushing her brown nipples.

“Oh, yes, my delicious bitch, lick your sister-Mistress’s snatch. Oh, you just love it!”

I flushed, knowing I did. But I didn’t care right now. It was so wonderful just enjoying her pussy, not having to worry about anything else. I jammed my tongue into her hot depths, swirling around her silky walls, making her squirm and wiggle.

“Such a good slave!”

My heart beat faster.

“Mmm, yes, bitch, just get that tongue into my depths. Such a good bitch to lick her sister-Mistress’s pussy. Oh, yes, you are!”

Her moans echoed through the living room. I pressed my face tighter into her pussy. My breasts swayed, the nipple clamps pulling on my nipples. The aches zapped lightning down to my pussy. My snatch clenched each time, the heat building, a growing fire raging in my cunt.

To be fucked by that huge dildo waving before my eyes.

Juana humped against me. My little sister ground her pussy on my pussy as I devoured her. My hands seized her thighs, stroking them as I licked faster and faster. I found her clit, making her buck and squeal in delight.

So I sucked on it.

“Oh, yes, you are such a carpet-munching dyke-bitch!” she howled. “Oh, yes, my big sis loves eating muff. Just dives into it! Such a dyke-cunt. A lezzie-slut!”

All the words I used to call her and the other lezzie-bitches I’d dominated made me shudder hearing them heaped on me. My body wiggled more, the nipple clamps swaying my tits like heavy pendulums. My nipples throbbed with each movement, fanning the fires raging in my cunt.

I sucked so hard on her clit. I worshiped it. I nibbled and sucked and tongued it. Such delight rippled through my body. Juices poured down my thighs, my pussy so on fire. It smoldered with passion that had to explode out of me.

My tongue slid up my sister’s snatch, running over her labia and then brushing her clit. That made her buck hard. She groaned and clenched her thighs about my face. She shuddered, her eyes rolling back into her head.

Her pussy grew hotter and hotter, molten juices pouring over my lips. I tongued her so hard, licking through her folds. She gasped and moaned, squirming as she humped against me. She smeared wet fire across my face as I licked and tongued her.

“¡Joder!” howled Juana, her juice squirting out of her cunt, splashing into my hungry mouth. “You lezzie-bitch! You are such a carpet-muncher, Carmelita! My big sis loves snatch! She’s a dyke-whore! My lezzie-slave!”

My pussy clenched with every word as I drank down her juices. I gulped down her cream. It overflowed my mouth, pouring down my chin and neck. It reached for my swaying breasts, tormented by the nipple clamps. I licked and tongued and pleasured my sister.

She squeezed her tits, the huge strap-on smacking my forehead as she squirmed and howled out her rapture. She spasmed and convulsed on the chair. It groaned and squeaked with her, sharing in her rapture.

“Madre di Dios, linda!” she moaned, calling me pretty girl like she had when we were kids. “You are amazing.”

I blushed, taking a final lick through her pussy. I looked up at her, whimpering, my cunt on fire.

“So why did you lick my pussy?” she asked, cheeks flushed, eyes smoldering. She sat before me, back straight, face regal like a queen on her throne.

“Because you told me to,” I answered. “You’re blackmailing me.”

“I didn’t say a word. I just sat down on the chair. I didn’t even look at you.” Her eyes bored into mine. “Why did you crawl over to me and lick my pussy?”

“I…” My eyebrows furrowed. She had to have said… No. She just… I just… “You had your thighs spread and…”

“And you wanted to be a good lezzie slave?” She cupped my cheeks, lifting my sticky face as she leaned over. The world spun around me as I stared up at her, only her face in focus. “Because this is what you want. You’re so happy right now. You’re not sad. You chose to do what you want.”

I trembled, switching to Spanish. “But, Father, he’ll…”

“We’ll face Father together,” Juana said, her voice so gentle, so loving. “I’ll be with you. Always. You just have to say it. Admit what you are.”

I trembled as I stared up at her. Lee’s words echoed in my mind. Be true to who you are. Who was I? How many times had I masturbated to a guy? I couldn’t even remember. But girls… I imagined them licking my pussy and… When I was on the verge of cumming, I pictured licking theirs, the shame propelling me into my orgasm.

Such hot cums. Like when Juana forced me to do things. To be a lezzie-whore. My little sisters lezzie-whore.

Tears burned down my cheeks, reaching her soft fingers. Father filled my mind, but… But I had a strong mistress. She’d love me. I didn’t have to pretend to be something else. My stomach writhed just thinking about Clint fucking me, being forced to drink his cum. It was so humiliating.

“Y-your my…” I took a deep breath. “I’m your dyke-cunt bitch-slave, Mistress.”

Her smile was radiant. Diamonds twinkled in the corners of her eyes before falling liquid down her cheeks. She leaned down, kissing me on the mouth. She claimed my lips. I closed my eyes, surrendering into the incestuous kiss. Her tongue shoved into my mouth. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. My tits swayed, nipples begging for relief.

Such a weight fell off me. I felt lighter, like I could float away. I was a lesbian. I had tried and tried to fight it, made myself into such an acerbic bitch to keep at bay all the dykes. I didn’t want them to love me, so I made them hate me. Then they would never try to draw me out of the darkness and into the blinding truth.

My Sister-Mistress broke the kiss. “Good. You finally admitted it. Truly.”

“I did, Mistress,” I said. “Your bitch is a lesbian. A pussy-licking, cunt-lapping, muff-diving, clam-eating, carpet-munching dyke!”

“There’s one other thing you are,” she purred, guiding my face to her pussy. She pressed my lips right against the top of her snatch. Against her urethra.

Then her hands let go of my face.

I knew what she wanted. I didn’t flinch away. I made a choice, opened my mouth, and sucked.

She groaned, that slow, moaning sigh of relief as her bladder relaxed. Bitter, acidic urine flooded my mouth. Lee said morning piss was the strongest and the best, the must humiliating flavor. Tasting my sister’s, I agreed. My pussy spasmed, a little orgasm flooding through my body as I drank my Mistress’s nasty pee.

I was her slut. Her slave. I lived to please her, and this made her so happy.

And it made me happy even as it humiliated and degraded me.

The euphoric high swept through my body, reaching my mind as I gulped down mouthful after mouthful of her piss. I gulped it down, urine spilling down my chin, dribbling hot. I smelled the nasty, shameful smell.

I gulped down more and more.

“Oh, yes, you nasty pee-slut!” Juana moaned, squirming, her face tensed as she forced out more and more of her piss.

There was so much.

It poured hot down my throat. My stomach filled with it. The nasty, bitter flavor filled my mouth. Salty and hot and acrid. The aroma stung my eyes. But I kept drinking, I kept savoring the humiliating of being my little sister’s toilet.

“Oh, such a good slave,” she moaned as the final spurts of piss flooded out.

And then my tongue licked at her folds, cleaning her up as my heart beat with such joy. I made my Sister-Mistress happy. She cooed her delight, her hands stroking my hair like the lezzie-bitch I was. I wiggled my hips, juices flooding down my thighs.

“Tomorrow, at college, I’m going to have so much fun humiliating you,” Juana purred. “You were mean to a lot of people. And it’s time you paid.”

“Yes, Sister-Mistress,” I moaned. She was absolutely right.

To be continued…

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The testing at the mall gets wild!

The Mind Control Device

Chapter Twenty: Mind-Control App’s Incestuous Testing

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Eve “Dusk” Michaels

Mom’s idea for live porn was just so kinky.

I stared down at my app, at all the dots moving around on representing all people shopping at the mall, and found the ones we needed. I tapped the woman’s dot and labeled her Hot Wife One and then the guy Black Stud One. The husband I titled Cuckold One. I didn’t need to give them creative nicknames like my younger sister was doing.

I tapped the woman as she walked with her husband, moving further away from me. My fingers typed: Get naked and fall on your hands and knees then beg Black Stud One to fuck you hard before Cuckold One.

“Ooh, that’s hot,” Mom purred, watching my screen with enthusiasm.

Head over to Hot Wife One and fuck her before Cuckold one, I typed on the guy. Pound Hot Wife One hard.

“Now let’s get the husband in on it,” Mom said and started typing on her phone.

I didn’t see what Mom typed but as the hot wife began stripping off her clothing to our left, her husband stopped gaping in shock and then said, “Is there a real man here to fuck my wife?”

“Mom,” I said, my pussy clenching. “That’s so hot.”

The Black stud was sauntering up, passing us. He was tall and swanky. If I wasn’t Daddy’s slut, I’d be so wet for the guy. He was undoing the fly of his pants, so ready to fuck her as the people in the mall all stopped. They watched the hot wife stripping naked fast. Her blonde hair swaying about her shoulders as she stripped off her bra and bared her large breasts.

Mom let out a coo of delight as the hot wife dropped her panties last. She stepped out of them, her ass plump and delicious. The woman fell to her hands and knees just like I had ordered her to. Her breasts swayed beneath her body. She wiggled her rump at the approaching black guy while Mom was still typing at her phone.

“Are you going to fuck my wife?” the husband asked. He was already unzipping his fly. “She needs it. She needs a big, Black dick to fuck her hard.”

“Yes,” the woman moaned. “Ooh, just ram that in me. I’m so wet for you. I need it.”

“Dayum,” the Black guy said, whipping out an impressive ebony shaft.

The woman gasped, her eyes so wide. I grinned, my pussy clenching. This was live-action porn that we were creating. Testing the device at the Courland Mall was such a great idea. The cell phones only made them that much more interesting to use.

“Now, who should we get to eat us out?” Mom asked with this throaty purr. “It’s fun shopping for pussy with you.” She bumped her hip into mine. “We haven’t done this in a while.”

“Shopping?” I asked, my fingers already moving. “Because we’ve never gone shopping for pussy together.”

“True.” Mom gave a wicked giggle. “What are you doing.”

I tapped the enter button and a black-haired cutie darted over to my mom. The girl fell to her knees and grabbed Mom’s skirt. The cutie lifted it up while moaning, “Can I eat your pussy? I bet it’s so yummy.”

“Eat away,” Mom moaned as she was typing on her own phone.

“Well, hey,” a Hispanic girl said, breaking away from the group of people watching the Black guy lining up his dick at the hot wife’s cunt. “You need your pussy eaten?”

On my phone, she was labeled Hot Pussy Licker. Her tongue flicked across her lips as I said, “Yes!”

“Good,” the girl moaned. “I suddenly love eating pussy. Like it must be the best thing in the world to eat. I want to lick them all. Starting with yours, Dusk.”

“Then get started,” I moaned, my cunt clenching.

“Yes, yes, pound my wife,” the husband said, stroking his cock while his wife’s tits heaved.

The Black guy fucked her hard from behind. He rammed his dick into her married pussy with powerful strokes. HE buried into her again and again, his crotch spanking her ass. Her flesh rippled as she moaned and gasped.

“Yes, yes, this is such a big dick!” she moaned. “Oh, George, watch him fuck me! He’s pounding me so hard!”

The Hispanic cutie shoved up my jean skirt and groaned at the sight of my pussy. I didn’t stare down at her, my eyes instead locked on the live porn that was going on. The people of the mall were watching the sight, whispering, muttering, gaping at the cuckolding act going on before them.

“¡Mierda!” moaned the Hispanic cutie. Then she buried her face into my pussy. She licked with such hunger.

“Yes,” Mom moaned beside me, her free hand holding the back of the black-haired girl’s head and holding her in place. “That’s it. Ooh, you’re doing wonderful.”

“So are you,” I panted as the Hispanic girl’s tongue fluttered over my pussy. She licked and lapped at me.

I adjusted my glasses slipping down my nose, my breasts rising and falling at the delight she stirred through me. Her tongue dragged through my folds. The feel of it sent such a heady thrill through me. My toes curled. My cunt clenched. I undulated my hips, grinding my furred muff on her face.

Her tongue danced through my pussy lips. She ate me with passion as I watched the Black stud pounding the wife. Her pale breasts swayed back and forth from the force of his strokes. He fucked her without restraint, just pounding her like a hot wife slut.

“Yes, yes, pound my wife,” the husband moaned. He stroked his little dick. “Christine, how is it?”

“Amazing!” the woman groaned. “Oh, yes, yes, so much bigger than you. He’s stretching me out. Yes, yes! Pound me!”

The Black stud grabbed her hips and did that. He slammed that dick into her pussy. Heat washed through me as I reveled in the live porn my mother and I created. And in the delight caused by the naughty slut licking at my cunt and driving me wild.

Her tongue brushed my clit. Her hands grabbed my ass. I groaned as she danced her tongue around my bud. Then she sucked on it for a moment. My cunt clenched. The wave of pleasure that washed through me was amazing.

I stared at my phone, then I ***********ed all the dots around the couple. The watchers. The phone was so much easier to use than Dad’s old system. When I had them all ***********ed, I typed, Cheer on Hot Wife One and Black Stud One.

Instantly, the whoops and hollers began. “Fuck that slut!” a guy shouted. “Just fuck her hard.”

“Take that dick!” a woman moaned.

“You’re doing great! Just taking that big cock!”

“Pound her!”

“Ooh, you two are so hot! Keep at it!”

Mom laughed in delight, her hand holding the black-haired girl tight to her pussy. “Dusk, you are such a wonderful daughter. Mmm, we think alike.”

“Because we’re both horny sluts?” I asked her, my pussy melting around the Hispanic girl’s tongue burying into my depths. She stirred me up, sending ripples of delight through my body.

“Yes, we are.” Mom glanced at me. “Mmm, and look at you, just grinding that cunt on that hottie’s mouth.”

“And you’re not?”

Mom’s laugh turned into a groan. “Oh, yes, she’s good. She’s got that tongue dancing around in my cunt. She’s just so hungry for my mommy-cunt. Mmm, I love it.”

I smiled at her. Then, to my delight, Mom let go of the girl’s head and took my free hand. We held each other tight as we enjoyed our sluts devouring us. My orgasm built as I squeezed my mom’s hand, the pleasure swelling in me.

The Hispanic girl moaned and whimpered as she devoured my cunt. She was having so much fun doing it. Her tongue danced in circles inside of me while her digits clenched at my ass, just gripping my cheeks hard.

“Finger my asshole,” I moaned. “Jam those digits into me.”

“Yes,” the girl moaned, her fingers dipping into my butt-crack. “Ooh, your pussy tastes so good. I love it. I love pussy!”

“Yeah, you do,” Mom groaned, squeezing my hand. Then she looked down. “And so do you, cutie. Ooh, yes, yes, you’re going to make me cum.”

“Good,” the girl groaned.

I glanced over at the Black stud. He gripped the woman’s tits now, squeezing them. The husband was stroking his cock while the crowd clapped and cheered his wife on. They were all whooping in delight. Some of the watching ladies were bouncing with excitement. Guys were adjusting hardons. I smiled at the wicked sight.

The Hispanic girl’s fingers found my asshole. She stroked my naughty backdoor. Pleasure rippled through me. Then she pressed her middle digit against my anal ring. It spread wide. I shuddered as my asshole swallowed her digit. She penetrated into my naughty sheath.

She pumped her finger in and out of my asshole. The pleasure rushed through me. I groaned at the delight rushing through my body. My bowels clenched on that delightful digit pumping in and out of my backdoor.

“Yes!” Mom moaned. “Ooh, I’m going to cum on that mouth.” Her hand clenched down on hard on mine. “Dusk, Dusk, you chose such a good girl.”

“So did you, Mom!” I panted. “Ooh, she’s got her finger ramming into my asshole. She’s going to make me scream my head off.”

“Good!”

My orgasm was building and building. My cunt clenched as the Hispanic girl jammed a second finger into my asshole. She stretched out my naughty backdoor. The velvety friction melted to my cunt being so wonderfully plundered by her tongue.

Then the husband groaned. He fired off his cum that splashed his wife on the face. She reveled in it. The crowd cheered louder. Then the wife threw back her head. Her orgasmic moans were lost to the crowd’s enthusiasm, but it was clear pussy juices were squirting down her thighs.

“Fuck!” the Black stud roared, cutting over the crowd. He buried into her. Didn’t pull back.

“He’s cumming in her!” I moaned as the crowd’s excitement reached a feverish pitch.

The hot wife tossed her head, face twisting in rapture as the Black stud flooded her married pussy with his seed. The cuckold watched with excitement on his features. My pussy clenched and my asshole clutched on those naughty fingers.

The Hispanic slut sucked on my clit.

“Oh, my god, yes!” I gasped and exploded.

My pussy convulsed as the waves of wild rapture rushed out of me. Juices gushed out, bathing the girl’s mouth. I squeezed down hard on my mother’s hand as the pleasure surged throughout my body. My tits jiggled beneath my blouse.

The girl devoured my pussy cream. She licked it all up. I shuddered, grinding my pussy on her face as the pleasure drowned my mind. The waves of ecstasy swept hot out of my cunt. My asshole writhed around her fingers.

“Ooh, ooh, yes!” Mom gasped. “That’s it. That’s fucking it. Drink that pussy cream!”

Mom and I were both cumming as the Black guy pulled his cock out of the naked hot wife’s pussy. He stood up, his dick dripping with pussy juices. I shuddered, hitting that wild peak of my orgasm.

Mom released my hand and then she tapped the phone. “Who else wants to fuck my wife?” the cuckold moaned. “She needs more dick.”

“Yes, yes,” the hot wife gasped. “I need more. Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!”

I glanced down. I still had the crowd ***********ed. Men line up to fuck Hot Wife One’s pussy and women line up to have Hot Wife One eat your pussy. Then I ***********ed Hot Wife One. Eat all pussies and fuck all cocks that line up for your service.

ENTER!

“You naughty slut, Dusk,” Mom moaned. Then she typed something.

“Yes, yes, line up to fuck my wife and get your pussies eaten out,” the cuckold moaned while the man and women watching did just that.

I burst into giggles as the Hispanic slut lapped at my pussy, still needing to eat me out. I glanced at Mom. “Swap pussy lickers?”

She winked at me.

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Vivian Bailey

I glanced at Britney, my girlfriend, then I ***********ed her dot on the screen of my phone. My pussy clenched as I mind-controlled my girlfriend. Britney thinks of the mall like school and dress accordingly.

A shiver ran through Britney as the petite, eighteen-year-old cutie started pulling off her blouse. “This place feels so comfortable,” she said. “I can’t wear my clothes here. It’s like at school.”

“That’s right,” I said, going to the all command to add a new directive to broadcast throughout the mall. It was identical to the one at my college for all ladies to lust after my girlfriend’s naked body while knowing that she was mine.

A hot shudder rushed through me.

I was so glad Mr. Michaels mind-controlled me into helping him with this device. I had a harem of sluts at my college, my cute girlfriend, and all the fun I could want. It was intoxicating to control people and get them to do whatever I wanted.

Britney’s small breasts came into view. Little mounds that had just a slight jiggle to them. Her freckled face had such a look of joy on them as passing girls started staring at her body and making purring sounds. Their lust was obvious, and so was their jealousy that Britney was mine.

My pussy clenched.

I pushed up my glasses as Britney tugged off her skirt revealing a pair of schoolgirl panties. White with lace around the waistband. I loved those panties on her. I licked my lips, remembering the first time that I had gone down on her. How scared we had both been and how excited we’d been to make love for the first time.

She had drenched me with pussy cream.

She peeled down her panties, working them over her legs. I shuddered as she bent over, thrusting her cute rump at me. Her brown-furred muff peeked between her thighs, covered in that light down of hair. I licked my lips, wanting to eat some hair pie right now.

But I resisted.

My girlfriend collected her clothing into a neat bundle and then managed to stuff them into her purse. She stood up, wearing just her shoes and showing not a hint of shame or self-consciousness at being naked before the strangers of the mall.

“So, who’d you like to fuck?” I asked her, gazing out at the passing crowd. There were dots on my phone, most of them labeled with the six-digit hexadecimal codes that the device randomly assigned to every new person that entered its radius.

Suddenly, one became labeled as Cute Twin One. I glanced up to see a girl walking with her identical sister. Both had black hair and were wearing hip-hugging jeans. Young women, eighteen or nineteen. Their blouses were different, and they wore their hair differently, but those faces were mirrors of each other. Dainty cheekbones and plump lips.

The second girl became Cute Twin Two as Britney typed away on her phone. She tapped the screen.

The twins turned to each other and kissed with mad hunger. I smiled at the sight. This was hot. They were grabbing each other’s asses through their jeans. Their tongues were dancing. Their identical breasts pressed together.

A few guys stopped and nudged each other with elbows as they watched the sight. I grinned. This was hot. My pussy was on fire. My cunt melting and dripping juices down my thighs. My girlfriend had such a wicked and perverse delight.

“That is hot,” I moaned. “Mmm, twincest.”

“Right?” Britney said. “Now, who should we enjoy while we watch them…” Her words trailed off.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s my mom,” she said, glancing down the mall.

I looked past the stores—a Lady Footlocker, a health and beauty boutique, a Spencer’s Gift, a Gamespot, and the Gap—to see Mr. and Mrs. Morris walking down the mall’s hallway. They looked to be shopping, Mr. Morris holding a shopping bag.

“I didn’t know they were here,” my girlfriend said.

I smiled and grabbed my phone. Those two dots belonging to her parents became Mr. Morris and Mrs. Morris. I shuddered and then ***********ed her father and started typing my commands as fast as I could. I hit enter on him then switched to Mrs. Morris. My pussy melted as Britney stared at me.

“What are you doing to my parents?” she asked as they were now heading over to us.

“You’ll see,” I said, my pussy clenching. I shifted my purse, full of something just wonderfully delicious that Mrs. Michaels had gotten for me. She was such a wonderful woman.

The Morrises stopped before us. My girlfriend’s parents didn’t bat an eye at her naked body, though her mother did look at her daughter with interest. With the Incest Protocol running in the mall, that wasn’t surprising.

“You have to eat our daughter’s pussy,” Mr. Morris said and began unbuttoning his wife’s blouse.

Britney gasped. “Oh, wow, Vivian, really? That’s so hot. You’re amazing!”

“I know,” I said.

“You just have to devour our daughter,” the father continued as he undid his wife’s blouse. He opened it to reveal her large breasts held in a gray bra. Mrs. Morris was stacked. A MILF with dark-brown hair.

My pussy clenched. I pushed up my glasses.

He dropped his wife’s blouse and then reached behind her to undo her bra. I licked my lips, loving every minute of this. It was so wicked and depraved. I loved the power the mind control device gave me. I groaned as the woman’s big and lush breasts came into sight.

“Oh, Mom,” groaned Britney, sounding just as excited as I was to see those boobies. “Wow.”

“Yours are cute,” I said, nudging my girlfriend.

“But…” She stared in envy at those big and lush pair while her father fell to his knees and unzipped her mother’s pants. They were a pair of khakis that housewives liked to wear. Nothing sexy at all. Which was a shame.

Mrs. Morris was sexy.

My pussy dripped juices. They soaked my bush. Already, the faint scent of my sweet musk permeated the air. And tinged beneath it was the familiar, and delicious, aroma of my girlfriend’s twat. She was getting wet for her mommy.

Wonderful.

Mrs. Morris wore a pair of gray panties with a high cut to them. Her husband finished pulling off her pants then he slid his hands up and grabbed his wife’s panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down, following my commands.

I smiled, loving this phone. I typed in the next series of commands and tapped the screen as Mrs. Morris’s dark-brown bush came into view. She had a thick tangle of pubic hair. Already, drops of juices were appearing as the stared at her daughter with such lust.

“You have to eat our daughter out,” moaned Mr. Morris. “She needs it. Please, please, Christina, devour our daughter.”

“Oh, yes, eat your daughter’s cunt,” I moaned, my cunt on fire.

“I suppose I have to,” Mrs. Morris said, her eyes locked on Britney’s brown-furred muff. “She looks so wet.”

“Yes, she does,” I said.

Mrs. Morris fell to her knees. She grabbed her daughter’s hips and pulled her close. I watched that magical moment of incest blossom before me. Mrs. Morris nuzzled her face into her daughter’s cunt and licked at her pussy. She fluttered her tongue up and down, caressing her daughter’s twat with a hungry flutter.

I loved this app I’d rewritten.

She licked and lapped at her. She caressed at her daughter’s pussy with that hungry tongue. It was so hot to watch. I smiled, a shiver running through me at the hot sight of the hot mom eating her daughter’s pussy. Mrs. Morris’s hands slid around and grabbed Britney’s cute rump, pulling her daughter’s pussy tighter against her face.

Britney loved it.

“Mommy!” she gasped. “Oh, Mommy, eat my lezzie pussy. Mmm, I’m gay, Mommy, and you love my cunt, don’t you.”

“I do,” Mrs. Morris moaned. She fluttered her tongue up and down that slit. “Oh, god, I do.”

“My wife needs to be fucked,” panted Mr. Morris. He glanced at me. “But it wouldn’t be right. My daughter’s a lesbian. I can’t fuck my wife right now. You have to do it, Vivian.”

“Me?” I asked, feigning shock as my mind-control *********** played out. My fantasy I’d engineered and brought to life. I had masturbated to this before. To Mr. Morris begging me to fuck his wife. She’s such a hot woman.

“With a strap-on!” groaned Mr. Morris. “You have to do it, Vivian.”

“Yes, yes, you have to fuck my mom!” moaned Britney, her small titties jiggling. Such joy crossed her face. “Mom’s eating me with such passion, but she needs to cum, too.”

“Okay,” I said. “I suppose I can.” I shivered, my pussy on fire. I thrust my purse out at Mr. Morris. “Hold that.”

He did, a big grin on his face.

I stripped naked fast. I pulled off my blouse and skirt, revealing my naked body beneath. I adjusted my glasses, my short, black hair swaying about my face. I didn’t mind being naked. This mall was under the power of the device.

As I stripped, Mrs. Morris devoured her daughter’s pussy. Britney grinned, looking like she was in heaven. Her hips undulated, grinding her brown-furred muff on her mother’s hungry mouth. I shuddered before I opened my purse and pulled out the strap-on I borrowed from Mrs. Michaels. It was a flesh dildo on a harness of black vinyl.

I stepped into it, staring at Mrs. Morris’s curvy rump as she feasted on her daughter. The people in the mall streamed by us, some watching us with more interest than others, especially the girls lusting after my Britney.

“Thank you, Vivian,” moaned Mr. Morris. “Fuck my wife good and hard. She needs it. Look at her eating our daughter. She loves the taste of Britney’s pussy.”

“I do,” Mrs. Morris moaned into her daughter’s snatch.

I smiled and then I fell to my knees. My breasts jiggled. I pressed the fake cock into her bush. Those dark-brown curls swallowed the fleshy tip. The rubbery base pressed on my clit as I nuzzled it into her cunt.

I found the entrance to her twat and thrust.

I rammed the dick hard into her pussy. I buried it in with powerful plunges. I rammed to the hilt in her cunt. My pussy clenched as the heat rushed through me. This amazing passion that would consume me. I shuddered, smiling in delight at the pleasure bubbling through me.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I groaned as I fucked my girlfriend’s mother. My hands grabbed her hips. I drove my cock into the mind-controlled MILF’s cunt.

She moaned into Britney’s pussy. Such joy burst to life across her face. She gripped her mother’s hair, pulling the MILF’s face into that yummy twat. I smiled, my small breasts jiggling. My glasses slipped on my face as I thrust my dildo over and over into Mrs. Morris’s cunt.

My crotch smacked into her plump rump. Her butt-cheeks jiggled from the impact. I groaned, my pussy clenching. The heat boiled out of my cunt with every thrust into the MILF’s twat. I pounded her hard while her husband watched.

“That’s it,” Mr. Morris groaned. “Fuck my wife. Yes, yes, just pound her.”

“Pound her, Vivian!” moaned Britney. “Yes, yes, just pound her hard. Fuck my mother while she… she… Oh, she’s eating my cunt! She’s devouring me, Vivian! I’m going to cum on my mother’s face!”

“Good!” I panted and slid my hands up Mrs. Morris’s body. I grabbed her big boobs and squeezed them. I held on tight as I drove my dildo into her cunt. I fucked her hard and fast. I buried to the hilt in her again and again. “Cum so hard on your mother!”

My dildo plunged into Mrs. Morris with powerful strokes. She groaned as I fucked her. My fingers kneaded her big and soft breasts. They were so much fun to play with. My glasses slipped on my nose as I thrust away.

People watched our naughty fun. I savored our lesbian threesome being seen by the world. The mind control device was so freeing. Despite being under its thrall myself, I felt liberated. I reveled in it as I fuck this hot MILF.

“Yes, yes, Vivian,” moaned Mrs. Norris. “Ooh, yes, you’re stirring up my pussy.”

“Fucking my mom hard!” Britney moaned. Her green eyes sparkled. Her freckled cheeks held a rosy glow. “Ooh, yes, and Mom, that’s nice. I love what you’re doing with your tongue.”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned. She fluttered her tongue around in slow circles. She caressed over my flesh. The heat swelled through me.

I squeezed those big boobs as I slammed my hips forward. My clit burst with pleasure. I loved using a strap-on. It was invigorating fucking a woman with it. Just pounding her hard with my strap-on. My pussy clenched each time I drove into Mrs. Morris’s married twat.

She moaned. Her hips bucked back into me. She devoured her daughter’s cunt as I brought her closer and closer to cumming. My fingers kneaded up her big tits to find her fat nipples. I pinched them. Twisted and twerked them.

She groaned as I did that. I tugged on them. I stretched them out. The heat rushed through my body. I fucked her with passion. I slammed my dick to the hilt in her pussy. I buried hard and fast into her. I slammed my hips to the hilt in her.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Ooh, you’re going to cum on my dildo, aren’t you, Mrs. Morris?”

“Mmm, yes,” Mrs. Morris moaned. “That’s so good.”

“Fuck my mom until she cums!” gasped Britney. “Because… Because… Yes!”

Britney bucked through her orgasm. My girlfriend threw back her head. Her brown hair danced. Her small titties had such a cute amount of jiggle to them. I watched them as I drove my hips forward, burying the dildo into her mother’s pussy.

Mrs. Morris moaned as she drank her daughter’s incestuous pussy juices. This wicked rush shot through me. It was so hot to create this situation. My cunt was on fire. My pussy melted, juices dribbling down my thighs as I fucked my hips forward. I buried hard and fast into the mother’s cunt, my clit throbbing, drinking in friction.

My orgasm swelled.

“You made our daughter cum,” Mr. Morris groaned. “Christina, you made our little girl explode.”

“Yes!” moaned Mrs. Morris as she bucked back into my strokes. “Oh, this is great. Amazing! Yes!”

I slammed to the hilt in her. She gasped. Her pussy juices gushed out around the dildo and bathed my crotch with her passion. I shuddered, savoring that wonderful delight of her splashing my pussy with hot juices. I buried into her, my clit bursting with sparks.

I joined her.

“Mrs. Morris!” I howled.

“Yes, yes, cum!” Britney moaned, still shuddering through her own orgasm.

“I’m cumming!” Mrs. Morris moaned. “Oh, yes, I’m cumming.”

“That’s wonderful, honey!” Mr. Morris panted.

I plunged my dildo into his wife’s cunt with hard strokes. My head threw back. The pleasure burst through my body. My cunt writhed and spasmed, juices gushing down my thighs. I trembled through my rapture. I whimpered, stars bursting across my vision.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, waves of rapture rushing through my body. “Oh, that’s wonderful. That’s amazing. Ooh, your pussy is going wild about my dildo!”

“Uh-huh!” the MILF moaned, rubbing her face into her daughter’s pussy. “Mmm, so good.”

“It is,” whimpered Britney, her pleasure passed.

Mine was just hitting that crescendo. I swayed there, the waves of bliss rushing through my body. The stars danced before my eyes. I groaned, my head swaying from side to side as I savored every moment of this rapturous delight. My head swayed as my pussy gushed juices that flooded hot down my thighs.

It was incredible to feel. To enjoy. I whimpered through the bliss. The delight of my orgasmic rapture. I hovered there, gripping Mrs. Morris’s nipples. I twisted them as I hit the pinnacle of my bliss and then descended.

“Oh, yes, this is a wonderful test,” I moaned.

“Uh-huh,” panted Britney. “Ooh, Mommy, that’s amazing. Where’s my phone. I have to make sure Mom will always lick my pussy.”

“Mmm, yes,” I purred, buzzing with euphoria.

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June “Junebug” Michaels

Hunky Daddy lifts Sexy Daughter skirt, drop her panties, and fuck her hard because she needs your cock and cum in her, I typed on my phone as I stared out at the father walking with his daughter. He was a handsome guy, and his daughter was cute, eighteen like me.

I tapped the screen.

Sexy Daughter needs Hunky Daddy to fuck you all the time and cum in you as much as you can get because Sexy Daughter needs to be bred by Hunky Daddy

TAP!

“What are you up to, Junebug?” Daddy asked. We had just emerged from the sporting goods store where we had fun in the backroom.

“Nothing, Daddy,” I said with a mischievous tone. Hunky Daddy and Sexy Daughter came together. He lifted his daughter’s skirt and then started tugging down her panties.

Daddy glanced at me and shook his head. “Playing.”

“Yep!” My pigtails danced around my naked shoulders. I hadn’t bothered to get dressed. Neither had Daddy. “Ooh, ooh, they go to our school.” Daddy taught at my college. “They’re brother and sister.”

Jake and Evette Thompson were walking by, though the brother and sister weren’t really paying attention to each other. I changed their dots’ names and started typing. First Evette looked up from her phone and moaned, “I need my brother to fuck my pussy right here!” Then she fell to her knees. “Fuck me, bro!”

“Shit!” Jake said while I kept typing at my phone’s keyboard. Then I finished and he panted, “I’ll fuck you so hard, sis. I’ll breed you.”

“There,” I said in satisfaction as he began unzipping his fly.

To the left, Hunky Dad had his daughter pinned to the wall and drilling his cock into her young and fertile pussy. Her panties hung off her left ankle as she moaned, “Breed me, Daddy! Give me your seed and breed me.”

“Damn,” my daddy groaned. “You are just like your mother.”

“Cute and adorable?” I asked.

Then I spotted another girl. She was petite like me. I knew daddy liked them young. It was why Mom made sure she stayed slender and petite and would dress to look young and playful. This girl was Asian, maybe Japanese or Korean, with a round face and delicate, porcelain features. I smiled and darted up to her, typing on my phone as I did.

Japanese Cutie begs Dean Michaels to breed you and then do whatever he and June Michaels says

I did not tap the screen, though. “Hi,” I said brightly. “I’m June. What’s your name?”

“Sakura,” she said without hesitation. “Uh, did you need something?”

“That’s my daddy!” I pointed to him. My daddy was a tall man, had glasses and dark hair and was so sexy. “Do you want him to breed you?”

“What?” the girl gasped. “What sort of question is that?”

“I think it’s a great one,” I said and tapped the screen, sending out the command. “Do you want him to breed you?”

“Oh, god, yes,” she moaned and shuddered. “I do. I want him to breed me so much.”

“Why?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” The girl bit her lip. “But he’s just so sexy. Do you think he’ll breed me? I need him to breed me. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” I asked. “Kiss me.”

The Japanese girl did. Sakura turned and planted a hot kiss right on my mouth. Her tongue thrust past my lips and fluttered around in me. I shuddered, savoring the feel of her tongue dancing through my mouth. This was so exciting.

I shivered, so wanting to do wicked things with her, my tongue dancing in her mouth. My pussy was on fire. This would be so hot. We would get up to such kinky and naughty things together. I couldn’t wait for all the fun to begin.

“Well,” Daddy said, his phone in his hand, “there’s a mattress store right over here.”

“Hello, sir,” a man called. “If you need to breed that cute, Japanese girl, the mattresses in here are available.”

“Ah, thank you,” Daddy said.

I broke the kiss and gave Daddy a naughty look. “You mind-controlled him, didn’t you?”

Daddy gave me an innocent grin. “Would I do that?”

“Yes!” I gave him a very serious nod. “Yes, you would.” Then I grabbed Sakura’s hand. “Let’s go get bred by my daddy!”

“Oh, yes!” the girl moaned, her round face scrunching up in delight.

We rushed off to the mattress store where the employee ushered us in with a bow. There were only a few display model beds. No sheets on them, just the bare mattress, but that was enough. I pushed Sakura to one and started kissing her, my hands grabbing the hem of her t-shirt.

Our tongues danced as I pulled up her t-shirt. I was so wet and eager to see her bred by my daddy. It made my bald cunny itch. Juices ran down my thighs. I had to break the kiss with Sakura to pull off her top, her glossy, black hair spilling around her face in a tousled mess.

She wore a white bra with red and blue and purple polka dots all over it. They cupped her small titties. She had little ones like me. I thrust my arms around her and unhooked the clasp of her bra, such giddy excitement racing through me.

“Mmm, you have such a cute bra,” I said as I pulled it off. Her boobies came into view, little mounds topped by dark-olive nipples. “And your titties are even cuter.”

“Thank you,” she said. “And you have cute titties, too. They’re just so gorgeous. Your daddy must love them so much.”

“I do,” Daddy said, his phone held suspiciously in his hand. “She’s my little girl. I love my Junebug.”

I beamed in delight then my hands slid down and grabbed the girl’s skirt. I tugged them down and squealed in delight. Matching panties. I loved them. They were so adorable. It was almost a shame to take those off, but…

Daddy had to breed her.

I fell to my knees and kissed her panties right on her pubic mound. I felt her bush through the cloth. I grabbed the waistband and tugged down. I worked them off her hips, feeling so naughty as I did it. I was such a wicked, little girl. Daddy was naked, stroking his cock, watching us do that.

“You should lie on top of me,” moaned Sakura as I drew down her panties past her knees, my eye staring at her black bush. “Then your daddy can fuck back and forth between us and breed us both at the same time.”

“That is a great idea, Sakura,” Daddy said, sounding stiff like he was reading lines. He was such a bad actor.

But it was a hot idea. I loved it.

“Let’s do it!” I moaned, bounding to my feet. I kissed Sakura, our little boobies pressing together, and pushed her back.

We sank onto the bed, our tongues dancing, our skin rubbing together. I set my phone down on the bed as I squirmed atop the girl. My cunt was on fire. This heat rushed through me as I squirmed against her. Our nipples caressed. Sparks flared.

Naughty, wonderful, amazing sparks that showered me in hot delight.

I groaned, loving every moment of our contact. It was something wonderful to experience. My tongue danced with hers as my shaved pussy rubbed into her ticklish bush. Daddy grabbed us and moved us to the edge of the bed.

“This mattress is perfect,” he said and thrust his cock right at us.

I groaned as he lanced his dick straight into my cunt. My body bucked. His cock buried to the hilt in me. I squirmed atop Sakura, reveling in Daddy’s cock being all the way in me. I kissed her with hunger, our nipples brushing. Sparks flared from my little nubs and showered me in delight.

My cunt clenched down on Daddy’s thrusting cock. He pumped away at me, the pleasure rushing through my body. I moaned into the kiss with Sakura, savoring my daddy’s dick burying into my pussy over and over again. Taboo delight rushed through me.

Then he pulled out of my pussy. Sakura squealed as Daddy’s bush smacked into my cunt.

He fucked Sakura now. He pumped his dick in and out of her cunt. I groaned, kissing her as she squealed beneath me. Daddy was fucking her so hard. He was burying his dick into her. It was so hot to hear. I loved listening to him pounding her. He fucked her hard and fast. He rammed his cock into her again and again.

She moaned. Gasped. Whimpered.

Then Daddy ripped out of her and rammed back into my pussy.

I squealed in delight as daddy fucked my cunt. He pounded me hard and fast. He fucked me with such passion. He buried his dick to the hilt in my pussy. I shuddered, squeezing around on him as he fucked me with hard strokes, bringing me closer and closer to cumming.

Then he ripped out of me and buried into Sakura. He fucked her now. He pounded her. He slammed his cock into her while his bush tickled my shaved pussy lips. I broke the kiss with her, staring into her slanted eyes.

“Daddy’s going to breed you!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. Then she groaned. “No, wait, I need you back in me. You can’t breed me if you’re not in my pussy!”

“So true,” I said.

Daddy rammed into me. He thrust away at me, his balls smacking into her bush. The bed creaked beneath us as Daddy fucked us hard. He pounded my pussy with that big dick of his. It was amazing to feel.

Then he was in Sakura.

He went back and forth, driving us wild. My orgasm built and built when he fucked me and then simmered as he rammed into Sakura. Her lithe body squirmed beneath me. Our nipples kissed. We whimpered and moaned, squirming together as Daddy fucked us hard.

Then he buried into me. He slammed hard. My eyes widened. I gasped and then my pussy exploded in rapture. My hot flesh convulsed around him. I squealed atop Sakura, my cunny going wild around Daddy’s cock.

“Yes, yes, breed me, Daddy!” I moaned.

But he ripped out of me and buried into Sakura’s pussy. She gasped and squealed. Her eyes widened and her body bucked. Her face twisted in rapture. It was clear she was cumming, too. Feeling those waves of delight washing out of her twat.

“Breed me, Mr. Michaels!” she squealed.

“Fuck!” Daddy groaned.

“Please, please, breed me!” Sakura moaned, squirming beneath me, both of us trembling through our orgasmic delight. “Yes, yes, pump that cum in me.”

Daddy grunted. Then he moved. Hot cum splashed on my shaved pussy moments before daddy rammed into my convulsing twat. My hot flesh writhed around his dick as he spurted the last of his seed in me.

“Daddy! Daddy!” I moaned, the waves of ecstasy washing out of my cunt. My pussy convulsed and writhed around his dick. “Oh, Daddy, that’s amazing. You’re amazing. You bred us!”

“He did!” Sakura moaned, squirming beneath me.

“Yes!” growled Daddy. “I’m breeding you both.”

My pussy rippled around his cock, working out the last of his cum. I felt so happy to have his seed in me. I squirmed atop her, rubbing my little boobies into her and reveling in the fact Daddy might have created a new little sister for me to play with. Once she’d grown up, of course.

That would be so hot. I wanted Daddy to breed so many girls. I bet I could find another one for him to breed. Another eighteen-year-old cutie like me. My pussy clenched down on his cock as my pleasure rushed through me.

I grabbed my phone. I loved the mind-controlling app. It was amazing.

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Dean Michaels

June clung to my arm. She had such a big grin on her face, my cum dripping down her thighs. She hummed and practically skipped. It was clear that she was thrilled to have me breed other cute girls and herself.

We arrived at the food court to spot the others. My wife and Dusk were sitting at a table. Dusk bounded to her feet and threw herself at me. She pressed her naked body against me, humping her wet bush into my side while her breasts rubbed across my chest.

“Daddy, I need to be fucked so hard by you,” she moaned. “Mom and I made live porn. We watched a hot wife getting gangbanged. She’s still getting fucked and licking pussy.”

“Yes, she is,” purred my wife. “These phones are so much more fun to play with. I know you created something amazing, but this is far, far more user friendly.”

“Yes, it is,” I conceded. This had gone far, far beyond my original idea of just mind-controlling my daughters so I could fuck them.

“It’s a big success, Mr. Michaels,” Vivian said. She sauntered up from the other direction with a naked Britney behind her, the young girl beaming. “Mrs. Michaels, thanks for letting me borrow your strap-on. I had a lot of fun with it fucking Mrs. Morris.”

“Christina was here?” my wife asked, a naughty grin sliding over my wife’s lips. She sipped at her latte. “Mmm, shame I missed her. She’s got big tits. I bet you looked so sexy pounding her.”

“While she ate me out,” Britney said.

“No bugs in the app?” I asked Vivian.

“Everything seems to be working,” she said. “The database is being updated with the user-generated tags. People are following commands. I think this was a big success, Mr. Michaels. I think we’re ready to do some decent stress testing.”

“More devices on the network?” I asked, my dick throbbing. “Like at the local police precinct.” I glanced at my wife. “Just so we don’t have any problems from them.”

“You’re so bad, Daddy,” June said as she pressed against me.

“And who had me breeding three separate girls?” I asked.

“And me!” she said, grinning.

“Three, huh?” my wife asked.

“Yep, this Japanese girl and this redhead and this cute Black girl with just such adorable titties.” June jumped up and down. “I sucked on them as Daddy bred her. She knows how to reach us if she gets pregnant. They all do. I want to have so many sisters. Daddy can make all of them for us to play with.”

“Maybe I’ll make you another sister, too,” Kimmie said, winking at my daughter.

“You want to go off your birth control?” I asked.

“Don’t you want to knock up your cute and sexy wife,” she cooed. “Mmm, I can wear the slumber party outfit like I did the night we made June. The little tank top and tight panties and those pink socks.”

I groaned, my dick throbbing. “That would be hot.”

“And we can have some other young girls around,” my wife added. “Make it into a real slumber party.”

“With pillow fights?” June asked.

“With pillow fights,” my wife said.

“Damn,” I groaned. Oh, yes, I was getting a lot more out of these devices than I bargained for. And that was okay. I was having fun with them.

To be continued…

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