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Everyone has had to make a choice somewhere in their life. A choice that’d derail their life into a new path. Amy stood at the crossroads of her life. She either makes peace with her inner-slut, or falls to her. It’s her choice. It’s her Inner-slut’s choice.

Mistress Rosalyn and her beloved little pet, Cylvan spend a special evening on stage. Therians are basically just a sciency-name for furry characters I came up with that could be used in a setting featuring humans and furries.

This my first story posted here and if you like it, you might see alternate versions of Cylvan featured in other unrelated stories with some of my other characters.

It’s a big day ahead, Cylvan mused in her mind as the young feline therian inspected her naked body in the mirror. She made sure all of her recent body piercings were still in place properly. The studs in her nipples with the U-shaped hoops and the small golden heart shaped padlock in her clitoris were especially tender, being the newest and just over a day old, and left a dull pain, but exactly the kind that the girl found a strange satisfaction and pleasure from. They were the markings of her tall, beautiful, red-haired Mistress, Rosalyn Elliott, the key to the pad lock always worn around Rosalyn’s neck, and her initials engraved on the piece of jewellery along with the outlines of a rose. There were other piercings across her body, the most striking were the rows of shining steel hoops pierced into the flesh with silken ribbons lashed between them in an elaborate weave. This morning they were deep red, complimenting her pink fur, but Cylvan would be replacing them with black for the events later on. The corset piercings ran along her sides all the way from under arms, over her hips, and down the sides of her thighs, stopping just above the knees. Two more sets went down her back on either side of her spine with a gap down the middle. Another along the insides of each thigh, on the front of her shins, and the whole length of both arms, ending on the back of her hands. A much smaller and more delicate set of corset piercings was also on her groin just above her pussy, the small hoops arrayed in a V-shape and the area filled with another elaborate weave of fine red silk. Those were a few months old by then, and while it left her skin sensitive all over her body, they were healed.

She stared at her own breasts in the mirror, not particularly large, but perky and supple. She hefted each tit, one and then the other, before giving a squeeze together and pushing them both up against her chest as the chain dangling between her dark pink and pierced nipples tinkled and chimed. Cylvan wasn’t particularly self conscious of her bust, but she had some envy for her beloved Mistress’s ample bosom. She thought about how large and full they were, and the pleasing view whenever she wore anything that showed cleavage. She smiled as she thought again about how soft they were to lay her head down and sleep on as well. She occasionally wondered what it would be like to have a chest that big, or possibly even bigger.

Rosalyn’s preparations started a day earlier already, soon after taking her pet kitten to get her newest piercings done and marking her as Rosalyn’s pet. There was much to do, packing luggage, making arrangements at the underground club, collecting their custom made and fitted outfits, readying Rosalyn’s other pets for the evening, and finally collecting her beautiful pink kitten and taking her to the main event.

Rosalyn got up early in the morning to get dressed, her ample bosom, narrow waist and broad hips clad in a simple pair of jeans and a green t-shirt. All of it hugging her lustrous curves tightly as she tied her long red hair into a loose and somewhat messy ponytail. The pristine white fur on her face and over the rest of her body was brushed to an immaculate shine while her lips glossed with a deep red lipstick. Her striking green eyes were framed by a delicate line of black eyeliner and matching mascara. Happy with her vanity for the moment, she nodded approval and went out the door with her bag at the ready.

With the stage reservation organised about a week beforehand already, the first thing on Rosalyn’s list was to collect the outfits for the performance. She went up to this specialist tailors’ flat building and rang the bell for the appropriate flat number. The door buzzed open and the tall woman entered. The door was already open when she got there and the grinning man inside welcomed her in with a polite exchange of greetings. They spoke for few minutes as old friends do until Rosa beckoned for them to get to business. The man brought out the two white cardboard boxes and Rosalyn was on her way with another round of polite greetings and a suggestion that he might be able to join their plans another time. Grinning herself, Rosalyn put the boxes in her car and sped away back home.

She left the outfits on a table and went out the back door, calling out the names Luka and Komi. She knew one would come around immediately and heard his barking a long way off as he bounded through the tall grass that covered the large field that made up Rosalyn’s property. He skidded to a shaky excited halt on the smooth tiled floor in front of Rosa and she had to catch the black furred wolf to stop him from sliding and slamming into the furniture behind her. She giggled happily as the animal lavished her face with loving licks and nuzzles, returning the affection with a kiss into the side of his neck and delightful scratches on his head and back. “C’mon, Luka-boy, get inside and wait, ok?” She cooed to the black wolf and pointed at the open door. He was a smart dog and knew what she meant, going inside obediently.

Rosalyn got up straight again and looked out over the field. Her other pet was there in the grass somewhere, looking, being defiant like usual. She caught a glimpse of Komi as he moved and kept her gaze locked on him, calling his name again. “Get over here you stupid cat!” She yelled with an angry canine bark to her voice. The cheetah instantly perked its head above the grass with wide eyes and ears folded flat to its head. Another wordless bark from Rosalyn and Komi’s head ducked under view and the spotted feline came skulking out of the long grass with a limp. Rosa knelt down and the three legged cheetah lopped forward with more enthusiasm, kneeling low before the white furred canine woman. She gave Komi a loving rub along his head and back before grasping his tail giving it a teasing but gentle tug that made the predatory feline snarl and jerk upwards for a moment only to lean over and rub his head against Rosalyn’s leg. The woman smiled and got up, turning to head back inside while patting the side of her hip, Komi followed close by her side.

Cylvan spent the Friday in her home alone, her parents away at work for most of it and she knew she’d be gone for the a rest of the year before they’d get back, having said all their goodbyes that morning. A mix of boredom and anticipation took over the girl as she paced back and forth through the house. She wanted to use her computer and play a few games, but it was already packed away in her luggage, the only other option was the television, but her mind was far too active and alert to be distracted by that alone. Even worse, the cat girl was in the middle of her heat cycle, causing a constant tingling within her neithers, enhanced by the constant ache of the fresh piercing in her clit. That was deliberately timed between Cylvan and Mistress Rosa, and Cylvan was forbidden to sate her desires herself. She couldn’t follow that order however, it was getting too much for her to handle as her willpower faded under all of the combined feelings of arousal, boredom, and nervous anticipation.

“I need to fuck!” She screamed at the empty house, pressing her thighs together firmly where she stood to try and relieve some of the pressure, but helping with nothing at all. Gritting her teeth in frustration, she slumped over into the couch, hiked up her skirt with its flowery pattern, and pulled down her panties in a few swift motions. She leaned back and spread her legs apart to let her hand slide down between them, tentatively touching at the sensitive nub of her clitoris, feeling how tender and painful it really was. A firmer press down sent out a jolt of pain that was too much to bear and she hissed out. It only served to make the masochistic feline more desperate, so she decided on another way. Her fingers slid around to either side of her sex and rubbed eagerly at the folds, eliciting a pleasured purr from the feline. Satisfaction at last. It took no more than a few minutes of moaning and purring for Cylvan’s own ministrations to bring her to a small but messy orgasm. She Meowed out loudly, desperate for it to come, and finally breathed deeply once it passed, smiling to her self. Cylvan was always a bit of a squirter. Looking down she realised what kind of mess she made of herself and was thankful the furniture was made of leather. She got up, her hand still between her legs as she headed for the kitchen for something clean up with. Looking down at her soaked fingers, she couldn’t help but lick at them, tasting at herself and finding herself savouring the flavour of her own cum. Her mind snapped suddenly from the reverie and she gathered some paper towels, hurriedly going back to clean up.

It occurred to Cylvan that she’d need a second shower that morning, and it was a second chance to pleasure herself again under the warm water. She wasted no time.

The white furred and red headed wolf woman took the two large animals into the bathroom, shut the door behind her and started running the showerhead above the large circular bathtub. Rosalyn started to strip off her shirt first down to the black laced brassiere pushing her large, round breasts up and together, followed by the pair of blue jeans, revealing a matching pair of underwear hugging closely against her broad hips and full fleshed bottom. Komi watched with particular interest as the woman shed her clothes and left them lying on the floor, his curiosity making lean forward and sniffle at the discarded garments, taking in the comforting scent of his mistress.

‘In!” Rosalyn ordered, the firm, commanding tone got the cheetah to perk his ears up and watch as Luka, eager as always to obey, scramble into the tub and stir around under the hot stream of water. His gaze shifted up to meet Rosalyn’s impatient glare, and he too, climbed over the rim, making sure to stay well away from the shower’s spray.

Rosalyn finally undid the clasp of her bra let it drop from her chest, her sizeable breasts falling free with a few bounces, followed soon by the panties. She stepped over the rim and sat down between the spotty cheetah and the black wolf, smiling at them both affectionately. “Yes, my two good boys.” She cooed to them lovingly before grabbing a bottle of shampoo from the side of the bathtub. Komi came first, and she wrapped her arm around his neck and wrestled him under the shower. Komi pulled back instinctively but lacked any purchase on the smooth floor of the tub and whined in despair when his face soaked up the first splashes, soon followed by the rest of his body. Luka barked and let out a series of stuttering growls at the sight before him that Rosa could swear was laughter. Komi was not amused as water started to pour into his mouth, turning his whining into a gurgle and eventually he just slumped down and accepted his fate, allowing Rosalyn to lather a generous helping of shampoo into his fur. For all his fighting, Komi found out it wasn’t so bad after all, with rumbling purrs of pleasure bellowing from his snout while the wolf woman gave the big cat a full body massage. Even Luka, clumsy as he was, though very intelligent for a dog, was trying to help, pawing at Komi’s back with an excitedly wagging tail. After a rinse, Rosalyn gave the cat a tight hug and whispered into his ear. “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” She patted the side his chest and he shuffled off the side to let the excess water drain from his matted down fur. He looked miserable, but the way his tail swished and he sat and watched patiently, he was happy.

Luka was much more cooperative, at least that was his intent, but his excited jostling and shuffling actually made it more difficult for Rosa to wash out his back coat of fur. She grunted as she tried to get a grip on the animal without letting too much shampoo spatter all over the bathroom, an exercise in futility, it seemed. Eventually she managed to pin the canine by the waist between her her legs, keeping him docile for a while until she managed to lather him properly. The posture and motions however were problematic, with Luka and Rosalyn grinding on one another by their groins. It made Luka whine out with desire, a sound Rosa learned over time translated as only one of two things with the wolf. Her bright green eyes looked deeply into the pale, shining blue of Luka’s own. It would be far from the first time she’d done this with either of the two animals, but she wasn’t sure if the timing was right. A nudge from Komi at her side made up her mind as the feline shifted around to press his muzzle against her nipple, nipping ever so gently and teasingly at it, before a fang hooked into the golden ring pierced through it and tugged.

Rosalyn smirked, unable to help herself. One hand reached in between her and Luka, grasping at the throbbing red flesh standing erect against her stomach, another slid in underneath Komi to wrap delicately at the sheath between his one good leg and the stumpy remnant of the other one lost long ago. She teased an erection out of the cheetah and shifted her grasp around the barbed flesh of his feline member, letting her fingers rub against each of the tiny spikes. The cheetah growled deeply, barring his fangs and reaching in out of instinct to sink his teeth into his lovers nape, but Rosa’s gaze brought his senses back enough to stop him. At the same time Luka panted heavily and shook his leg underneath Rosalyn as he felt the woman’s fingertips rub against the tip of his cock, sending aching rushes of pleasure through his body. Rosalyn loved their reactions and carried on jerking them both off, watching each one in turn as Luka came, spattering a generous volume of cum all over Rosalyn’s chest and stomach from his pulsating testicles and erection while the knot at the base swelled up to a massive degree and grew firmer than ever before. She let him go and he flopped onto his side, sedated by pleasure and laying still right under the running water, letting it wash over his heaving breaths. It wasn’t long after when Komi also came. He couldn’t control himself and his mouth closed over Rosalyn’s breast, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh, making the woman wince, but the animal had the sense to restrain his strength. A gushing string of sticky white sperm poured all over Rosalyn’s forearm and back, leaving the wolf woman a sticky mess while Komi retreated to one side and rest and hopefully avoid retribution for losing control. He watched her as she licked his seed off her hand, smiling back at him with a certain gleam in her eye he knew very well. He knew he’d pay for it later, but it was worth it.

Rosalyn smiled at her two exotic pets and left them be while she finally worked on cleaning herself off. Getting the thick, sticky animal cum out of her hair and fur was a challenge, but she knew exactly what to do from experience.

It took much longer than planned, but eventually Rosalyn, Komi, and Luka were cleaned, dried, and brushed down from head to tail, all three of them looking pristine and perfect.

The teenaged cat girl felt a lot more restful after a second chance to play with herself followed by an ice cold shower. She redressed In a new outfit, a plain white bra that cupped ger modest bosom and gave them enough of a lift to give her a bit of cleavage. The chain linked to her nipples dangled out the middle between the cups awkwardly, but there wasn’t anything Cylvan could think to do about it. She slipped on an equally plain pair of underwear and found a blue frilly dress to throw on herself. Waiting was much easier from there as she made a cup of sweet tea and enjoyed it until it was time to go.

Rosalyn’s car pulled up to Cylvan’s home, the tall wolf stepping out dressed in a pink blouse and a different pair of skinny jeans. Her fluffy white tail swished about behind her, showing off her excitement as she stepped up to the front door. Cylvan had heard the vehicle stopping, looked out the window and pulled open the door as the woman came near. They smiled happily at one another and Cylvan practically jumped to embrace her mistress in a tight hug. “How are you doing tonight my little kitty?” Rosalyn cooed into Cylvan’s ear as they held each other close. “I’m just excited. This is a big thing.” She replied. Rosalyn nodded and rubbed gently against Cylvan’s head, kissing the top her head. “Yes it is.”

As they disentangled from one another, Rosalyn presented the small wooden box she was holding. Cylvan recognised it, and her ears turned red inside as she folded them against her head. The girl took the box and opened it, allowing Rosalyn to take the dark blue leather collar out while Cylvan lifted her long ponytail of hair. The older woman leaned over and wrapped the leather band with its metal studs and latches around Cylvan’s neck. From a mould in the corner of the box, Rosalyn removed a shining silver pad lock, hooked it into a latch underneath Cylvan’s chin and locked it tight. “There. Now nobody else can claim you.” Rosalyn cooed salaciously while she fingered the engraving on the lock with her full name on it surrounded by a rose vine pattern.

It was not the first time Cylvan had worn that collar, but each time it filled her stomach with butterflies for the first few moments until she beamed with pride, carrying her mistress’s mark for anyone to see. Everyone would know without a doubt that she belonged to Mistress Rosalyn Elliott. The two women embraced one another again and kissed deeply, uncaring about being outside for everyone to see. Soon it was time to go.

Cylvan greeted the two animals sitting on the back seats, with a pat on the head for each. They both nuzzled back affectionately, having grown very fond of the pink cat in the time since she’d been brought into their lives.

They pulled up to a large boring looking block of rough bricks that somehow managed to pass as an actual building. It stood on a lonely road and down a very long driveway, keeping it out of view and uninteresting to most passing by. An enclosed parking garage attached to one side kept any vehicles hidden, further avoiding to pique any passing curiosity. Rosalyn recognised a few of the cars going by while she found a space to park, knowing that some of her old friends would be there for the show.

Cylvan climbed out as soon as they stopped, seeming eager to get going as she helped get Luka and komi out the back, while Rosa handled the two wide, flat boxes on the other side. Leading them both along on leashes, they entered with the backstage doors to get ready.

Once inside, it was like stepping through to a whole new world. The rough exterior giving way for mauve silk curtains draped along every wall, hanging from high ceilings, to absorb every eco and lit by dim orange lights giving the place a dark and secretive atmosphere, telling Cylvan without needing words, that what ever happened here, stayed here. Rosalyn greeted the custodian and bouncer at the door. He gave Rosalyn and Cylvan a friendly smile, but watched the two large dangerous looking animals with caution. Luka looked back up the man curiously, his tail wagging excitedly and let out a growl that was more playful than anything, while Komi gave him only a glance as he limped past, mostly ignoring the man. Cylvan shook the man’s hand and followed Rosalyn again. The wolf woman strode ahead with confidence until she stopped right under one of the light fixtures, this one different to the rest, glowing red, and parted the curtain on the wall, revealing a hidden door. Cylvan soon noticed red lights like those every few meters, and realised those were more hidden doors.

She’d been here once before, but only in the audience sections, this was back stage and it seemed to operate with the same levels of implied anonymity, to be private, yet still to be seen, at least by the select few to be invited here. Rosalyn entered and beckoned Cylvan inside, she followed and so did Luka and Komi. It was a simple dressing room inside, a couch on one side, a vanity table on the other, and a closet at the back. All lit with a much brighter light than in the hallways. Rosalyn set her packages down on the table while cylvan sat down on the couch with the animals at her feet, watching and waiting patiently.

Rosalyn opened the one box and held up the main bulk of the outfit to inspect it, then turned to show the smaller girl behind her. Cylvan’s green eyes widened and lit up at the sight. It made het bite her lip in anticipation. “Undress, now.” The wolf woman said in a stern tone that calls for no disobedience. Cylvan grinned and knew that the fun had begun.

The pink feline’s lithe frame was strapped firmly into a leather and metal harness with straps placed in such a way that any wrong move or struggling would only lead to more restrictions. Across her chest was a tight squeezing corset that pushed her breasts up, but left them bare and allowed the chain between her nipples to hang free while pulling tight around her chest just enough that she could feel a restriction to her breath. Her waist and hips were left naked but for the few leather straps surrounding her groin and doing nothing but drawing attention to the heart shaped piercing dangling from her clitoris. Along with matching leather arm gloves with studs all along it and sturdy cuffs at the wrists with heavy metal hoops, Rosa had made the girl pull on a pair of thigh-height leather platform boots with another set of cuffs and sturdy metal rings around the ankles and steep heels that added a good bit height to the girl, but more importantly made her perk up her posture just to stay balanced and accentuated her subtly curved body, particularly making her push out her bare, pert bottom and forced her long slender tail to stay high in the air and maintain her composure. She could easily maintain such an erotic pose herself, but the whole point was that she had no choice in the matter. Any misstep or lapse in her posture would send her tumbling over to her own disgrace and that of her Mistress’ training. It was s lot of pressure, the girl suddenly realised. She took a few tentative steps forwards and back then sideways to get her balance in this gear, first with her arms out to the side for stability, but under Mistress Rosalyn’s gaze, she tried again with her hands held behind her back. A toothy grin grew on the wolf woman’s face as she nodded in approval. That simple gesture filled the kitten with confidence and her jerky steps changed into a prideful and seductive strut, only widening her Mistress’s smile. Even Komi and Luka found themselves captivated by the pretty cat’s new demeanour, attentive to every movement while a hungry gleam filled their eyes.

“Now, kitten. Undress me.” The woman commanded, as she made her way around to sit on the couch, crossing her legs and reclining. Cylvan got to her knees before her Mistress with some difficulty, the retraining harness making it awkward to bend over. She started with the shoes. They were simple but elegant sandals with a modest heel. They came loose with a small clasp at the side of the foot, one and then the other, and Cylvan set them down on the floor. Cylvan’s hands lingered for a while to gently rub at Mistress Rosalyn’s feet, massaging out any stiffness away. The wolf murmured softly in delight and her toes flexed against Cylvan’s delicate and skilled attention. A wave of Mistress’ hand alerted Cylvan to continue. She stood on her knees and leant forward over the woman’s lap, reaching over to start unbuttoning the blouse from the neck down. As she was busy Rosalyn gripped at a hoop on the cat’s collar and pulled her up by the neck, leaning over to kiss her with a passion. Eagerly their tongues entwined in an instant, the wolf woman holding onto her personal little pet by the waist as Cylvan continued to open up the front of her mistress’s shirt, eventually leaving her torso bare except for the lacy red push-up bra keeping her large breasts in place. Cylvan’s one hand reached over to tenderly grope around a breast. It drew soft moan from her Mistress that made Cylvan smile, but it was followed by a painful tug at one of the piercings in Cylvan’s side. She winced and withdrew, lowering her gaze submissively and apologetically. “Continue.” Was all Rosalyn said sternly as she sat upright and and shrugged her shoulders. Cylvan pulled the blouse off her Mistress’s shoulders and down her arms before folding it neatly and putting it down to the side. Their eyes met, green irises meeting another set that seems almost identical. However Rosalyn’s gaze was fierce and the girl shied her face away and moved down to start undoing the belt and buttons on the woman’s trousers. Rosalyn shimmied from side to side and allowed Cylvan to peel away the denim fabric and eventually pulling it free, again folding up and setting it aside.

Cylvan looked up at her Mistress in her underwear, admiring the wolf woman’s body and the pristine shine of her snowy white fur. The deep red colour of Rosalyn’s hair as it draped across her shoulders contrasted sharply with her fur where it framed around her face.

Rosalyn pushed forward her chest and nodded with a grin. Cylvan licked her lips hungrily and smiled toothily as she reached forward and around Rosalyn’s chest, her face pressing lightly into her Mistress’s bosom while she worked on the clasp at the back. With a soft click it came free and the wolf’s large, heavy bust immediately dropped with a lewd bounce as the bra slipped from her shoulders and fell down into Cylvan’s hand. The cat gave each breast a loving worshipful kiss on the nipples with their golden piercings. Rosalyn reached to her pet’s head and gave the teen’s head and big feline ears a gentle caress. Cylvan purred softly and nuzzled back into the hand while she reached down to hook her fingers into her mistress’s panties. Rosalyn tapped her on the nose and shook her head, moving to stand up and look down at the pink cat kneeling before her, a dirty gleam in her eye. “Use your mouth.” She commanded. Cylvan grinned at her Mistress with her fangs showing fiercely. The girl crossed her arms behind her back and pressed her nose forward in between Rosalyn’s thighs, letting it rub firmly against the woman’s neithers through the lacy garment. The feline raised her head and grinded her face up against the wolf’s crotch to elicit a pleasure whine from her Mistress, until her mouth reached the top edge of the panties and she hooked her pointed fangs into the waistband. She pulled it down slowly, dragging it down from Rosa’s body while her nose and face pressed against her sex again, this time straight onto the pierced clit and her pink folds gleaming with moisture from obvious desire. Cylvan took a deep breath of the musky scent and purred, grinning hungrily up at her mistress while pulling down the panties to the floor.

Rosalyn smiled and nodded approval as she pointed at the other box on the table. Cylvan got up, a bit unstable again, and removed the outfit inside. It was styled similarly to Cylvan’s own, but clearly made to show dominance. She held it up to her Mistress to appraise, and with a nod from the woman, she started helping Rosalyn into the fitted leather costume. The top wrapped in firmly all around Rosalyn’s neck and covered most of her chest except for a sideways diamond shaped window that gave a clear view of her cleavage as the corset section below pushed her ample bust up almost obscenely. It hugged closely against her waist most of the way except for another diamond opening showing off her well toned stomach and the bottom point of which ending just above her sex. A matching leather pair of booty shorts clung to her hips made more erotic with a zipper running down along her crotch for easy access when desired. The boots and gloves were almost identical to the pair Cylvan wore, covered in rows of studs, though they lacked straps and cuffs that were usually reserved for submissive pets only. Appropriately dressed now, Rosa turned to the mirror and admired herself in it, turning around and around again to make sure everything was perfect. She smirked in approval while Cylvan watched with her lower lip held between her teeth. Mistress Rosalyn was the most beautiful thing in Cylvan’s world in that moment.

Muffled through the walls, Rosalyn and Cylvan could hear deep thumping music playing. The first act was beginning and they knew they still had a little while before it was time to get going again. From the drawer in the dresser, Rosalyn withdrew a small plastic packet filled with pink and purple coloured capsules. Cylvan looked at them curiously, wondering what the woman had planned. The wolf gave a toothy smirk before explaining. “It’s a mood enhancer. Specifically, an aphrodisiac, not that we truly need it.” She winked. “But it will make it all so much better.” Cylvan still seemed confused, but the blushing inside her ears said she was starting to understand. “Kneel.” Rosa commanded, Cylvan complied. The woman placed one of the pills on the cats tongue and smiled as she swallowed. She took one for herself as well then went over to the Cheetah and Wolf. “These are for you as well, my boys.” She cooed and held out her palms to them. Luka sniffled it for a moment before snatching it up and swallowing. He seemed disappointed that it wasn’t some delicious treat at first. Komi was more hesitant, looking up at his mistress with a skewed expression of distaste. An aggressive glare from her pushed the animal into compliance as he lapped up the capsule and swallowed.

Rosalyn had her younger partner brush and style her deep red hair while they waited, tying it into a raised pony tail that draped loosely down her back. They changed placed and Rosalyn did the same for Cylvan, her excessively long pink hair done in twinned braids side by side that hung like ropes from the back of her head and ended in small tufts at the tips. Rosalyn played with them for a bit, batting against Cylvan’s face as they both chuckled.

Rosalyn had the girl kneel down on the couch as she put a lock on the cuffs around at her wrists, binding her arms together behind her back. Next came a toy Cylvan was very familiar and fond of. It wasn’t her favourite bright red ball gag covered in grooves and scratches from repeated abuse by her sharp feline fangs. As Rosalyn turned it to put it on the girl, Cylvan’s eyes widened, it wasn’t just a ball, it was a white plastic dildo, not very long, but enough to make her worry a bit. With a command from her Mistress, Cylvan opened her mouth wide, but the nervousness was plain her face. Gently, Mistress Rosalyn slid the plastic phallus against her tongue. As it went deeper Cylvan shuddered with a small panic, until it stopped at a merciful depth. The wider ball at the base was inserted just behind her teeth and the Mistress tied the strap behind her head. The feline could breath enough, but only if she made sure to push against the toy with her tongue, and took slow shallow breaths. Any swallowing cut her breath off completely for a few seconds until she could get her tongue back into place again. It wasn’t long until Rosalyn had to start wiping spittle from her pet’s mouth every few moments. As Cylvan turned hew head towards the mirror, she saw the red rose emblem moulded into the white ball, and she straightened her posture, prideful to have yet another of her Mistress’s brands to show the world. Her breathing became easier like that, and she realised it was just another way of restricting her movement. Now she really did belong to her Mistress, completely at the wolf woman’s mercy. There was absolutely nothing she could do at all unless Rosalyn specifically allowed it. Even breathing was a privilege. And she loved her Mistress all the more for it.

Before long, Cylvan was the first to feel the effects of the Aphrodisiac running through her system well before anyone else. It wasn’t surprising, Cylvan’s quick metabolism always made things like that happen quickly. Rosalyn could see it in the way her chest started to heave up and down, and eventually as her nipples grew firm and turned from a dull fleshy pink into a lusty red. She seemed well composed as she sat there kneeling on the couch, with her eyes closed and taking deep breaths. Mistress Rosalyn was suspicious. How could a feline in heat, especially one like Cylvan that got them especially strongly, be able to handle this drug so easily?

Rosalyn stepped forward and placed a hand on the teenager’s cheek, she opened her eyes and nuzzled into the woman’s hand, looking up at her mistress with desire plain in her eyes.

“Kitten, did you disobey me today?” Cylvan didn’t react at all for a moment while she tried to process the words through the mess of sexual thoughts rushing in and out of her mind. Eventually as she managed to focus, the fur on her neck and back raised up as a cold shudder passed through her body. She thought of lying at first, but knew at once it wouldn’t serve her. Hesitantly she nodded, her ears folding flat against her head in shame. The woman’s hand withdrew from Cylvan’s cheek and she sighed sorrowful. “You disappoint me, my pet. I’ll have to adjust our itinerary for our show now.” Just as Rosalyn turned away, Cylvan saw the flash of an evil smile at the last moment, and she was both frightened and excited at once.

Komi and Luka were both growing agitated as time went on, even the perfect composure of Mistress Rosalyn seemed disturbed. Everyone was feeling the Aphrodisiac drug going to work now. Cylvan especially was leaving a wet patch on the leather seat below her naked pussy where she sat immobile, only occasionally attended by her Mistress to keep her drooling mouth clean around the dildo gag.

To everyone’s relief, a bell chimed above the door, signalling it was time to get going. “Up!” Rosalyn called out to all of her pets. Luka and Komi both got to their feet quickly, and Rosa smirked she saw the angry looking red erections below their stomachs. Cylvan, bound as she was, struggled a bit to get to feet, and her first few steps were unstable as she readjusted her balance on the tall heels of her boots once again. Rosalyn stepped forward with a cloth to wipe Cylvan clean between her legs. In her desperation Cylvan couldn’t stop herself from letting out a pleasured moan. Rosalyn smiled at that. “Don’t worry my kitty, it’s time now. You’ll be satisfied soon enough.” The girl let out a loving murmur through the gag in her mouth as she rubbed her cheek against the tall wolf.

Rosalyn took Komi and Luka by their leaches, before taking a third from the table. At first she reached for Cylvan’s neck, and the girl obediently raised her head to make way. She was confused for a moment when she felt the metal of the latch trace a line down her bare chest, flick against her painfully erect and pierced nipple, and eventually down her stomach. Her eyes widened and a nervous whine sounded in her throat when she watched Rosalyn hook it around the locket on her clitoris, and winced when she felt it being tugged at, signalling the girl to start moving. The group headed out the door and further along the hallway to the stage, Rosalyn leading the way with the three leaches in her hand. The throbbing music grew louder as they went, and eventually they reached the backstage. Rosalyn leaned over and whispered something into the stagehand’s ear that Cylvan could not hear over the music, he nodded and went to do as he was told, leaving Cylvan curious.

Rosalyn tied Luka and Komi to a bar against the wall and stepped out into the bright light on the stage. At the same time the music faded away and a hostess on stage introduced Mistress Rosalyn Elliott into a microphone, and then bowed before the tall woman and the crowd. Rosalyn stepped forward and Cylvan had no choice but to follow as the the leach attached to her crotch threatened to pull tight again.

The hostess handed over a leather riding crop and politely stepped away off stage, leaving Rosalyn and Cylvan alone to be applauded in the spotlight. The light glared out most of the darkened audience area, but dimly Cylvan could make out the faces of some people she’d met and even befriended the last time she came to visit. All of the butterflies and nerves came rushing back to her in an instant. Rosalyn turned her back on the crowd and smiled warmly at Cylvan, that put the girl at some ease again, reminded she was in good hands with her Mistress.

With a wave of her hand, a chain lowered from the roof in the center of the stage. The feline’s eyes were drawn to it and the latch on it’s end. She had no ing before hand, all she knew was that she’d feature in the show and that Komi and Luka would be involved. She wondered what Mistress Rosalyn had planned.

Rosalyn lead the girl underneath the chain and with a hand on Cylvan’s stomach, and a sharp snap with the riding crop on the back of her shoulder, Cylvan bent forwards. The woman took hold of the cuffs between Cylvan’s hands and pulled them to meet the chain, hooking them together. With another gesture, the chain started to hoist up slowly, lifting the girl’s arms away from her lower back, straining her shoulders painfully as they started to bear more and more of her weight. Another sharp swipe of her hand and the chain stopped, leaving Cylvan standing on her toes. Rosalyn strode like a model in a circle around Cylvan, looking over the girl hungrily as she touched and prodded with the riding crop, guiding Cylvan into exactly the posture she desired. Cylvan was delighted to be there with such an exquisite dominatrix leading the way. Rosalyn revelled in the attention herself, all eyes were on her and she was in charge. She had absolute control over Cylvan and she was the Queen Supreme of the stage. Her pet’s pleasure and her pet’s pain was entirely in her hands. Mistress Rosalyn grinned when she eventually stopped behind Cylvan. She pressed the crop in under the girl’s tail and watched at it raised obediently. The wolf licked her lips at the sight of her horny pet’s exposed arsehole and dripping wet cunt, gleaming with desire and decorated perfectly with Rosalyn’s mark on the locket pierced into the virgin’s clitoris. She had Cylvan rotate herself, showing the girl’s arse and sex openly to the crowd. Murmurs and mumbles managed to make it over the sound of the music as they all seemed to enjoy the sight.

The feeling of the crop grinding up and down against Cylvan’s sex made her moan delightedly into her gag as she squirmed on the suspending chain. She huffed with frustration a moment later when her Mistress stopped, leaving her even more desperate for pleasure than before. Then came the sharp snapping of hardened leather against the soft pink furred flesh of Cylvan’s rear. The cry of pain only managed to come out as a muffled whine through the plastic dildo lodged into her mouth. Her knees buckled in response, but instead of lowering her body, it merely sent more pain through her shoulders as they bore all of her weight. She had to rebalance herself quickly.

As soon as it seemed that Cylvan managed to regain her footing, another strike met her arse in exactly the same aching spot, leaving her skin with a burning hot sensation. She didn’t collapse as badly as before, but she was left with no time to recover when yet another slap met her rear from the other direction, all in one smooth figure eight motion of Rosalyn’s arm. The punishment repeated a few more times until Cylvan collapsed once more, this time unable to recover quickly enough. Even as she hung there, Rosalyn kept spanking the girl, crying out desperately into the gag. Even her tail lowered instinctively to try and protect her aching and tender posterior from that vicious leather rod, it only led to a strike at the small of her back that made her tail straighten and raised up again.

Rosalyn was intent on making the girl cry their safe code for her failure to obey, three short moans, three long, and three short again. A simple S.O.S. However the woman knew she might hurt her own hand before that happened, the girl had a good threshold for pain, and was a proven masochist. The wolf kept going, mixing up the slaps against the girl’s arse with hits on her upper back, the back of her thighs, and even stepping around the front to slap at her face and breasts. She strut in a circle around the girl over and over again, laying down painful slaps all over Cylvan’s body.

Eventually the sounds of pain were mixed with moans of desire while the feline writhed on the chain. She’d utterly lost her composure and didn’t even try to get back to her feet, having settled into her suspension from the chain despite how it twisted her shoulders back. In the end it was more the desperation for sexual relief that made Cylvan call out in the pattern that was their safe code for the evening. With just one last hard whip to Cylvan’s ass, Rosalyn lifted her hand swiped it down, signalling for the people behind the curtains to lower the chain. Cylvan settled down on her knees, her chest heaving with heavy breaths, occasionally broken as she choked on the toy in her mouth, followed by desperate whines. Rosalyn stepped back and watched the girl on the floor, admiring her handiwork on the poor feline, enjoying how the tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. She was at the limit now and anything could break her down either into tearful sorrow or orgasmic pleasure. It was time this young virgin girl became a woman.

Rosalyn left her young pet on the stage while she stepped off to the side and behind the curtains. While she was gone, a few stage hands scrambled out with a podium of sturdy metal bars and pipes, setting it down and securing it to fixtures on the centre of the stage. Another brought out a comfortable armchair and set it close by along with a small table. By the time they were done, Cylvan had recovered her senses enough to get into a kneeling position on the floor, straightening her posture and once more closing her eyes while breathing slowly and shallowly. She still twitched and shuddered occasionally as she felt her body burning with lingering pain.

Rosalyn soon emerged onto the stage once again, this time leading Komi and Luka out onto the stage. They could smell Cylvan’s desperation from where they had waited and watched, the two males stewing in their own arousal. In her free hand she held a long metal rod.

Luka lopped on ahead towards Cylvan eagerly only restrained by the leach while Komi followed behind Rosa with his unsteady gait on only three paws. There were gasps and murmurs in the crowd. They had expected something exotic and unusual, animals on stage was an especially rare treat, nevermind a large wild animal like a cheetah.

One of the stagehands stayed behind to help Rosalyn by holding onto the animals while she went to work with Cylvan. “Crawl.” Mistress Rosalyn commanded the girl as she took hold of the leach at the feline’s clit, pulling her along towards the newly set arrangements of pipes on the floor. She made her pet stop with her knees against a raised block with a cushioned top, then used her boot to push Cylvan over it. Rosalyn knelt down beside Cylvan and hooked a latch onto the Girl’s collar, keeping her head down before she tied a belt around her waist attached to the block that held her hips up in the air. Next the wolf woman pulled Cylvan’s feet apart and attached the spreader bar she’d been holding to the cuffs on each ankle, leaving Cylvan unable to close her legs at all. Finally Rosalyn ran her gloved fingers firmly against the kitten’s labia, gathering the lusty juices she was constantly leaking before bringing it to her lips and licking it off. “You are always so delicious, my kitten.” The wolf murmured. “I’m sure those two would love to have a taste.” Cylvan could only look from the corner on her eye up as her Mistress spoke, and she moaned with desire in reply, her hips shaking for emphasis. “You little slut. I love you too.” Rosalyn finally cooed affectionately, but gave a dirty grin.

The woman stepped away and collected the two animals from the assistant. He bowed and left the stage quietly. Rosalyn pointed at Cylvan with her arse in the air and said, “Kiss Kiss.” Together Komi and Luka strode forward with Rosalyn behind to restrain them if they misbehaved. Guided by their noses, they both moved in on Cylvan’s soaking wet cunt, Komi leaning in first to press his tongue against the girl’s achingly desperate fold. The tiny barbs on the surface felt agonizing but also amazing to the girl. Her feline instincts reacting to the cheetah with muffled snarls and meows while she squirmed within her restraints. Komi dragged his tongue against her like that a few times before Luka nosed in to have his turn. Komi just licked the black wolf’s face affectionately and let him go. Luka was more sloppy, as usual. He lapped enthusiastically at the girl, and he was rewarded for it with a sudden gush of fluid as the girl writhed violently then stiffened in a spasm when an orgasm overtook her. She whined loudly into her gag, her breath halted for a moment each time she failed to keep the phallic toy pushed away from her throat. Once it passed she was left panting heavily, but she had no chance for a break when Komi resumed again. His tongue felt murderous to Cylvan’s twitching folds, leaving the flesh raw and especially tender every time he licked at her, lapping up her cum and adoring the flavour. Once again Cylvan cried out with passion as waves of pleasure surged through her body, giving Komi a mouthful of her cum too.

Deciding that was enough, Rosalyn pulled back on the leaches, drawing them away from Cylvan. She knelt down beside Komi and undid the leach on his collar and let him go, cooing at the cheetah. “Go ahead, spots. She’s all yours.” The woman knew he’d understand once she reached in underneath the animal and gave him a few quick strokes to raise his interest. The large wild cat bounded forward and wasted no time. He gave the girl a few more licks on her cunt just to savour her flavour once again before his jaw opened wide and clamped down on the flesh of her arse with a sharp wince from the girl. The crowd grew loud and restless in shock, but Rosalyn’s commanding presence silenced the gasps and worry with a wave. Cylvan was left to Komi’s mercy.

The cheetah kept lavishing Cylvan with licks and painful but affectionate bites as he clambered over her body until his head was beside hers. He licked her cheek lovingly and Cylvan nuzzled her face against his until she felt his hips start bucking. Komi had only the one rear leg left to him, but it was strong and every thrust crashed into Cylvan’s body made her jerk with the motion. At first the tip of Komi’s member pressed up against Cylvan’s sex only to slide away and grind the length against her teasingly. It was still enough to leave her moaning, but she was frightened. She was still a virgin, her hymen still intact, and felt how every thrust seemed to find more and more grip into her body. She knew he’d manage to get it eventually, to take the last of her innocence by the claws of a wild animal. It was exactly what she wanted.

It wasn’t long until Komi’s desperately jerking hips found the mark and made Cylvan squeal in painful shock. The rough thrust tore the tip of Komi’s feline penis through the hymen, drawing a small trickle of blood while stretching out Cylvan’s inner walls apart wider than ever before. Wider even than what she was really meant to take naturally, with the cheetah’s member being significantly broader and longer than most humans or therians. Not even with the full length buried inside, his tip was pressing painfully against the inner entrance to Cylvan’s womb, her cervix throbbing in protest. Komi wasn’t at all gentle, as soon as he felt the pressure of Cylvan’s body squeezing down on his member tightly, he snarled and bit down firmly onto the back of Cylvan’s shoulder, his large fangs only just piercing the skin and making Cylvan whine and writhe underneath him as far as the restraints allowed it.

The mix of pain and arousal incited the girl’s feline instincts, flooding her system with hormones and even calling for her body to ovulate at an excessive rate. Instantly the muscles in Cylvan’s abdomen tensed and contracted around the overlarge penis deep inside of her. Her sensitivity let her feel the sharp pointed barbs of that feline member start to poke hundreds of tiny spots against the skin, feeling like each one somehow found an exact nerve ending to molest.

It seemed like an age before the cheetah pulled his hips back, and for Cylvan it was like all the previous sensations just exploded. His barbs sank into flesh and gripped tight, feeling like it would pull the girl inside out while they dragged rough paths into the surface, leaving her tender and aching in the void left by Komi’s member until another forward thrust slammed into her again, once more having the animal’s tip batter the kitten’s cervix. It was enough to send the pink cat into a full body spasm of an orgasm while unintelligible sounds of all sorts bellowed around the gag in her liberally drooling mouth. The pain was finally being drowned out as wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her mind.

Komi’s was lost in his pleasure himself, his bucking hips moved ever faster and more forcefully as time went on. It was frustrating him that he couldn’t seem to push in all the way, but he kept trying, snarling and growling around where he kept his mouth clamped on his lover’s shoulder. He’d never had a lover quite like Cylvan before, it was only ever Rosalyn that used her hand or mouth. But this pink female below him was the best fuck of his life despite how desperately he needed to go deeper. He’d get there, he just had to keep trying. The barrier to Cylvan’s womb was giving way, the pointed tip of the animal cock slamming against her cervix repeatedly forced it apart more and more, and Komi could feel it. With one last buck of his hips, Komi jerked his head back and roared at the stunned crowd before him. His cock sank into Cylvan all the way at last, pushed deeply into her womb and deposited a fresh load of sperm directly inside. Cylvan was helpless to stop his paws pressing down onto the back of her head, pinning her even more tightly to the floor while her body was flooded inside with the cheetah’s semen. She was positive that nothing could come of it, two completely different species couldn’t interbreed, but a splinter of doubt lingered in her thoughts.

It was true, as impossible as it seemed, the circumstances of her birth allowed it, she was an engineered being, and an universal fertility was one of her many artificial blessings. There were multiple eggs already floating in Cylvan’s womb, ready to be assaulted by the millions of cells carrying her feral lover’s DNA. All completely unknown to anyone, Cylvan would be a mother soon.

As Komi’s orgasm subsided and the generous flow of cum came to a throbbing end, his member gradually grew limp inside of Cylvan. He retreaded away from her, letting his dick slide from her folds, while dragging those pointed barbs agonisingly against her flesh again. Both felines were left panting for breath from their exhaustion. Komi gave Cylvan another lick along her sex while excess sperm started to ooze from her freshly defiled labia, left with a slight gape from being stretched well beyond their natural limits. The cheetah waddled away with his usual limping gait to slump down beside the seat where Luka and Mistress Rosalyn waited, leaving Cylvan sore and aching all over, still twitching in the aftershocks of pleasure and pain.

Rosalyn had watched with supressed eagerness the whole time as her little virgin pet was deflowered so savagely and left helpless. She reached down the side to Komi’s head and gave him a rewarding scratch behind the ears and the large cat purred in approval. “You did well, good boy, very good boy.” Komi seemed to beam with pride where he lay, glancing up at his Mistress and back over at his new lover. He was a happy cat, he knew.

The red headed wolf woman got up and lead Luka over to Cylvan, first kneeling down beside the girl before undoing many of the restraints to the podium. Cylvan was weak and likely passed out for a minute before Rosalyn came to stir her awake again. Cylvan stayed in her position, only murmuring softly while glancing at Rosalyn from the corner of her eye. “I take it you enjoyed yourself with Komi?” The wolf cooed tenderly as she stroked Cylvan across the cheek, making the tired cat purr into her gag. “Now, I want you to turn around for me. It’s Luka’s turn.” Cylvan grew wide eyed for a moment when she realised she was far from done. Her body started to tense, wanting to get up and fight, but Cylvan willed herself to calm with slow shallow breaths again. She belonged to Mistress Rosalyn and if Mistress wanted her to mate with Luka as well, she would please her Mistress.

The pink feline struggled to lift herself and turn onto her back, the whole time Komi’s cum still dribbled from between her legs, eventually Rosalyn had to help and carry some of the weight. She was bent over backwards on the raised block, the small of her back carrying most of her weight until her shoulders could rest on the floor and her feet, still held wide apart by the spreader bar, could balance her on the small bench. The young feline’s chest heaved up and with deep breaths, her modest breasts being pressed flat to her chest by their own weight, only her erect nipples and the rings on them breaking up the smooth lines. Rosalyn knelt over Cylvan and kissed the girl on the lips around the plastic gag, Cylvan murmuring with affection through the gag. Rosalyn’s hand eventually traced the surface of Cylvan’s chest and went to pinch one of those swollen and sensitive nipples, making the girl whine with pleasure before moving further down to tease the corset piercings just above her groin on the way to delve between the kitten’s legs. Cylvan shuddered at first while her Mistress’s fingers only touched at her needy pussy, lightly flicking against her clitoris piercing and stroking the folds of her labia. Finally the woman plunged two fingers inside of Cylvan, making the feline give off a muffled meow, and then again and again while the wolf stirred her digits around inside the girl, exploring her insides with no hesitation and seeking out her most erogenous spots that drew out stronger reactions. It wasn’t even a full two minutes before the desperately heated feline had yet another orgasm for the evening, gushing her own clear fluids blended along with some of Komi’s cum. Rosalyn smirked as she licked her fingers clean, savouring the flavour with a deliberate and exaggerated display for the crowd. Lastly she strapped the belt on the raised bench around Cylvan’s waist to hold her in position while patting the inside of the feline’s thigh. “Okay boy, she’s all yours now.” She cooed at the black male wolf. The way he sat did nothing at all to hide his red rocket shaped penis from view. He’d been waiting patiently, but Rosalyn could tell the kind of desperation the canine felt. He was eager to jump forward, pressing his muzzle in between the feline’s legs and lapping at her leaking cunt happily. Whether it was Komi’s sperm or Cylvan’s juices, he did not care, it tasted wonderful. Cylvan arched her back and groaned with Rosalyn only watching on from the side. The white wolf woman was growing envious of her little pet, she’d been enduring the effects of the aphrodisiac drug just like all her pets and she was sure much of her own arousal was seeping through the zip in her leather panties. She looked looked longingly at the cat girl’s face and smirked. It was time to improvise the show a little bit again.

Rosalyn straddled over the top of Cylvan’s head, leaning forward over her pet’s lithe body, presenting her voluptuous derrière to the crowd with a raised tail that wagged enticingly from side to side. Cylvan found herself looking straight up at her Mistress’s crotch while the woman pulled down the brass zipper and revealed just how wet she really, a few droplets falling onto Cylvan’s face.

Rosalyn patted Cylvan on the stomach for Luka to see, the black furred wolf pulling his face away from the girl’s pussy to clamber over the top to meet Rosalyn’s call. The Mistress guided her pet wolf into a mounted position over Cylvan before reaching around him and gently giving his throbbing dog cock a few gently strokes while guiding the tip against Cylvan’s vagina. He took the hint and immediately humped forward, thrusting excitedly into the girl, and making her moan deeply. Cylvan was still very sore and tender from Komi’s barbed member and even the size was a lot for her to handle. Luka didn’t have that rough surface, but his dick was larger and stretched Cylvan’s insides to the limit, straining the flesh painfully and it was only enhanced by the raw scratches left by Komi’s dick earlier. Cylvan was still loving it, judging from the way she moaned and whined uncontrollably. The pain only added to the pleasure, made her hornier, and even more fertile. Luka found it much easier to penetrate into Cylvan’s already battered cervix, his movement only churning his feline brother’s seed around inside of Cylvan’s womb. Every thrust from the wolf felt like it was giving a small orgasm to the girl, and with each one a new unfertilised egg was released, ready and waiting for a fresh load of seed. As Luka kept humping with the knot at the base of his dick slipping in and out of his lover, it grew harder and harder to move, having to use more force to squeeze in and out each time until eventually it was so swollen he couldn’t withdraw at all. Not long after that moment, Luka felt his body tense up, he threw his head back and let out a loud howl while his seed gushed into his lover. Cylvan couldn’t handle the strain of her labia being stretched out so widely around Luka’s fist-sized knot and wanted to scream out, but could only groan against the gag in her mouth. The wolf jerked his hips a few more times, ensuring he was tied firmly to his pink furred lover before he relaxed. He was still very much erect and would stay so for about half an hour, locked deeply and tightly into the squirming and writhing kitty Kat by their genitals. Cylvan could do nothing but wriggle and breath slowly underneath the two wolves, her red haired Mistress and her new black furred brother and lover.

Rosalyn looked down at Cylvan’s face between her legs and put a finger on her lips, calling for the pink feline to stay silent before she reached down and undid the clasp on the dildo gag in her mouth. As it slipped free from Cylvan’s lips, leaving stringy trails if saliva hanging from it, Cylvan let out a few coughs as she managed to breathe freely and easily for the first time in what seemed an age for the girl. The woman smirked down at the girl for a moment, a devilish gleam in her eye before her face vanished behind her butt suddenly filling the cat’s vision.

Instinctively Cylvan lashed out with her tongue when the familiar scent of her beloved Mistress entered her nose and the flavour of the wolf’s arousal filled her mouth. This was always one of her favourite things to do with Rosalyn, simply and directly giving her her mistress pleasure as best she could, and she had gotten very good at it indeed.

The girl started off slowly, letting her tongue dip in between Rosalyn’s folds, not too firmly, allowing the rough surface of her tongue do all the initial work, leaving the woman sensitive. A moment later, listening to her Mistress’s moans, she licked harder, spreading the wolf woman’s labia with her tongue and even slipping it inside more deeply, drawing deeper and louder moans from Rosalyn. Cylvan became more intense then, lapping fervently and eagerly swallowing every drop from her lover’s dripping wet cunt. Rosalyn soon couldn’t help but to start rocking her hips against her little pet’s face, groaning loudly for the crowd as the pleasure built up inside of her, drawing her closer and closer to an intense orgasm. Cylvan felt how Mistress Rosalyn’s pussy tightened against her tongue while the woman’s hips bucked up and down, eventually dislodging from Cylvan’s face while the woman bent forward on her knees and arched her back down as the spasms of climax overtook her for a while. She leant forward and wrapped her arms around Luka’s neck where he stayed, still knotted tightly into the pink feline, and he nuzzled lovingly against his Mistress’s neck while she panted heavily against him. Cylvan gave her Mistress a few moments before she raised her head forward and started licking at the woman’s sex again, purring in delight at the rich flavour of post-orgasm cunt. Cylvan picked up where she left off, ravaging her Mistress’s labia as best she could with only her mouth. It made Rosalyn moan over and over again while the woman pulled more tightly onto the feral wolf in front of her, hugging him against her chest when a second orgasm was ripped from her body. Cylvan kept licking, but she didn’t do it long, only enough to clean up her Mistress before laying back down with a smirk on her lips. They rested on stage for a short while longer, the show was over now, and only when the swelling in Luka’s knot went down enough to slip free from the tight grip of Cylvan’s pussy with a soft pleasured moan from the girl, did Rosalyn remove all the bindings from Cylvan, helped her to her feet, gathered up the leashes to all her pets, and finally led them from the stage.

The applause behind Rosalyn’s back put a wide grin on her face and she knew she’d given them the best show they’d have for a long while.

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Rosalyn wasn’t done with her pets yet. The show was over and now they could have fun all by themselves.

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Queenie grows sicker as her gunshot becomes infected. Her family are desperate to cure her, but in the ruins of Oregon no medicine can be found.

The Devil’s Pact, The Tyrants’ Daughter
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Chapter Ten: Sleeping Beauty

Tuesday, June 14th, 2072 – Queenie Glassner – Southern Oregon

My cheeks were warm and my leg throbbed when I woke up. How could a stupid scratch cause so much trouble? My upper thigh ached worse as I sat up. I reached for the pouch of willow bark, pulled out a piece, and chewed on it. It was bitter, but as I swallowed, the fever and ache diminished.

“How are you feeling?” Reina whispered as I painfully crawled out of the tent, my bladder full.

“Same as yesterday,” I lied as I stood up. My leg burned with every step. I hid my wince as I walked away to squat and pee.

So far there had been no sign of pursuit by the slain Holy Liberation soldier’s allies. Maybe they didn’t have any nearby or maybe they didn’t know which way we went. Or maybe they just hadn’t caught up. I couldn’t afford to slow my family down.

Rex crawled out, stepping up beside me and pissing. “How’re you feeling?” he asked.

“Same as yesterday,” I repeated, forcing a smile.

He shook his cock and bent over to kiss my forehead. “You feel warm.”

“A little. I’m chewing on my bark.”

“How’s your leg looking.”

“The same. I checked.” I hadn’t. I didn’t want to look at the inflamed wound and the white pus that filled it. I just to keep walking and hope I healed.

Everyone asked me the same questions except Sister Stella. Her gray eyes gave me a considering look as I limped about the camp as we readied to set out. We loaded up Alison the pack mule with our belongings. I didn’t have to carry my backpack. That was the one nice thing about being wounded.

I really tried to stay positive.

Rex, Reina, and Sarah walked around me was he headed down the trail. The pain was worse today. When I finished chewing on one piece of willow bark, I found another. It was the only way I could keep going. I grit my teeth, and sweat beaded down my forehead.

My limp grew worse.

“You don’t look alright,” Sarah whispered, slipping on arm around my waist. “Lean on me for a while.”

“Thanks,” I nodded.

Reina’s brown, beautiful face furrowed, her lips pursed. I gave her a reassuring smile as I limped on. Sarah helped for a while, and then it was Rex helping me, his strong arms holding me up. I could smell his manly musk as I leaned against him, savoring that scent.

“You can do it,” he whispered in my ear. “We’ll reach Canyonville today. Maybe they will have a doctor.”

I nodded my head. Canyonville was the next major town along I-5 north of Ashville. Hopefully, they weren’t full of Christian fanatics that would try and kill us on sight. Chase said it was the Preacher that lead the army that attacked, getting revenge on us for driving her out of Redding.

I’m glad the dried-up cunt was dead.

“Just keep going, wife of mine,” Reina whispered when it was her turn to support me. “Canyonville will have a doctor with some antibiotics. Maybe penicillin. That’s not hard to make. And then you’ll be right as rain.”

“What does that mean?” I giggled. My forehead was burning, but that expression, right as rain, sent a fit of laughter through me.

“I have no idea why right as rain means feel better,” Reina laughed back. “Maybe Chase knows.”

The next step was agony. My poor leg finally gave out. I screamed out in pain. Reina held me, but she couldn’t stop me from falling down. She made sure I didn’t land too hard on the cement ruins of I-5. The concrete was warmed by the sun, but still felt cooler than my body.

“Queenie!” Reina shouted.

The heat grew worse. And despite the burning in my head, I shivered. My teeth chattered. I trembled on the ground as everyone gathered over me. I tried to put a reassuring smile on my face, but I just couldn’t muster it.

“She’s burning up!” Reina gasped. “Oh, Queenie! Hold on!”

A cool, wet cloth was draped over my forehead. Things grew hazy around me. I struggled to stay awake, but it was too hard. My body was giving up. I drifted like a log down the river, bobbing up to consciousness for a few moments before I was dragged down into the confusion of my dreams.

I rode atop a horse, waving at the cheering crowds. I was a goddess, married to three of the Living God’s children. Everyone worshiped me and loved me. I waved back, drinking in their love. It was a world of happiness, where no one tried to shoot you and—

—I jolted awake. The world danced around me. I was tied to the back of Alison, swaying atop the pack mule. My leg burned. My face was on fire and—

—I flew over verdant fields. But a darkness crept over them. The darkness was somehow as silver as the stars, shining with a beautiful light, but still it consumed everything. A woman sat at the center of the darkness with hair like platinum and eyes as silver as the stars. She watched me like a bug, her hand reaching out to crush me. I screamed out—

—“It’s okay,” Sister Stella smiled, patting my hand. “You have nothing to fear. We’ll find help for you in Canyonville. Just hold out a few—

—hours and then I’ll make love to you,” laughed Rex. “Your my Queen, Queenie. And you deserve to be worshiped as—

—the infection spreads, she’ll grow weaker and weaker,” Chase whispered to Sister Stella.

My feverish gaze looked ahead, barely understanding what she said. The half-charred ruins of a house peaked out from vegetation while a faded sign read, “Welcome to Canyonville, Oregon.”

More ruins spread out before us. The Christians had cleansed this town, too.

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Sarah Glassner

Canyonville was in ruins.

“I’m gonna…Queen…rule…love me…” mumbled Queenie as she swayed on the saddle. Only the ropes tied about her waist and legs kept her on the pack mule. She wilted like a flower in a summer drought.

We trudged through the ruins hoping to see some sign of habitation. In the center of town, a collection of crosses had been driven into the ground, the grisly remains of bones still clung to the crucifixes. More bones were glimpsed peaking out of the vegetation that had taken over the ruined town. It had been destroyed years ago.

There was no doctor to save Queenie.

Hopelessness filled my spouses faces.

“Silvery darkness…beware…star eyes…” muttered Queenie. “…she deceives…pretends…lion among the…beware…Astarte…”

The sun sank to the west, long shadows spreading through town. We kept going, leaving it behind. None of us wanted to camp in the ruins. Ahead, the South Umpqua River gurgled happily, not caring that Queenie was sick. We reached a crossroad where, according to a faded sign, Grazley Bridge Road crossed Stage Coach Road. The bridge’s footing could be seen a quarter mile ahead, but the span had collapsed into the river.

We camped at the ruins. There were beautiful wildflowers. Queenie loved wildflowers. It seemed appropriate.

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Wednesday, June 15th, 2072 – Chasity “Chase” Glassner

Queenie was too sick to move. She thrashed in her bedding, her body drenched with sweat. She couldn’t eat and could barely drink. She wasn’t lucid, but rambled about the strange things she dreamed about. The most common was the silver darkness. My three siblings surrounded her, their faces sagging with grief.

When my parents ruled the world, no one would die from something as easy to treat as an infected wound. Even before my parents, that wouldn’t have happened. But now, thanks to the free will of men, they destroyed the world in an orgiastic delight, so bent on punishing those that still followed my parents they failed to preserve the basics of society. Who knew how long it would be before the world recovered.

If it ever would.

I changed the bandage on Queenie’s upper thigh. The wound had spread, the infection eating at her skin. Her thigh was swollen around the red scratch, the white pus reeking of foul cheese. I took a knife, heated in the fire and brought it too her leg.

“Hold her,” I told them. “I need to cut out the dead flesh.”

Queenie howled as I cut, pus draining out with the blood. She fell unconscious when I finished. I packed the wound with a clean cloth while Reina poured a tea made of willow bark down Queenie’s throat, pinching her nose to make sure Queenie swallowed.

“She’ll be fine, right?” Reina asked, her voice tiny. She sounded like a little girl. Her blue eyes brimmed with tears.

“She’ll survive,” I lied. “She’s strong. Her body’s young.”

I crawled out of the tent into the noon sun. Tears rolled down my eyes. I stumbled to the river bank and followed it upstream. This was all my fault. I never should have let Rex, Reina, and Queenie come along. I knew the trip was too dangerous. My sister-in-law was going to die.

My knees sagged and I sank to the rocky bank as I cried. I hugged my knees, rocking back and forth. Once again, I had killed a loved one. Why couldn’t I have just been happy and lived contently with my parents like my other Billings? Why did I have to question everything my parents did?

Why did I have to kill them?

“It’s not your fault she’s dying,” Sister Stella whispered, sitting down beside me. Her arm went around me and I leaned my head on her shoulder. “It’s only the fault of the men who attacked us.”

“Everything’s my fault,” I sobbed. “I stuck the dagger in his side. I created this world we live in.”

“You gave mankind their freedom. It’s not your fault they squandered it. But that will change. When we stop your parents, the world will be reborn. I’ll use the power inside you to see to it. And you’ll be free to live a normal life and witness the happiness you will cause.”

I so wanted to believe that.

“That’s what Tina and Doug promised me when I stood atop Mount Sinai. I would free the world, but I only brought a different from of slavery upon them.”

“These are merely birthing pains,” Sister Stella promised me. “What will come will be magnificent. You will see, Chase.”

“And will I be as bitter about your future?” I spat.

“No.” She smiled, her finger caressed my cheek. “Because unlike Doug and Tina, I love you, Chase. I don’t want to see you hurt anymore. I want to take away your pain.”

Her lips met mine. I closed my eyes and let myself forget in the sweet delight of her kiss. I needed the distraction. Her flesh was so soft as she pushed me back down. I held Sister Stella, her white-blonde hair falling about my face as we kissed. Her body writhed atop me.

Her fingers were deft as they unbuttoned my shirt. I shuddered as her lips moved down and engulfed my hard nipple. I closed my eyes as her tongue swirled about my nub. The excitement raced down between my legs.

“Sister Stella,” I purred as her delicate fingers slid down to my pants. The fastener unsnapped and her hand pushed inside. “Yes!” I gasped as she brushed through my shaved pussy. Her tongue nibbled harder on my nipples, pleasure cascading down my body to my pussy.

I pushed off her white veil, caressing her light-blonde hair. Her gray eyes flashed up at me, twinkling with passion as she kissed over to my other nipple. She nuzzled at my freckled breasts and sucked my dusky nipple between her lips.

Her fingers played with my clit, stroking my bud and sending delicious rapture shooting through me. I drifted on the river of pleasure. I loved her so much. I had grown so close to Sister Stella on this journey. She always seemed to know exactly what I needed.

I gasped for joy as she shoved a finger into my hot depths. My pussy squeezed down on her finger as the pleasure shuddered through me. I moaned, my hips writhing as she pumped them in and out of my body.

“I can’t wait to see your future,” I moaned.

“We’ll usher it in together,” she promised, her fingers curling inside me.

“Sister Stella!” I gasped as her fingers found my G-spot. Her smile grew wicked as she massaged that wonderful place. My hips bucked up, the pleasure racing through my body.

“That’s it. Cum for me. You’re so beautiful when you cum, my love.” Her fingers rubbed harder. Sister Stella licked her lips, staring into my blue eyes as she fingered me harder. Her thumb massaged my bud, the twin sensations of clitoral and G-spot stimulation roared through me.

My hips bucked hard as I came.

“Yes!” I moaned.

My pussy spasmed about her fingers as the pleasure washed through me. I drowned in the bliss and let it carry me away. For a few fabulous heartbeats, I was only pleasure. Everything else had faded. I held onto to it for as long as I could, savoring every fire of nerve endings shooting rapture into my mind.

And then I collapsed. I pulled Sister Stella to me, kissing her lips as I cried again. Queenie was going to die, but I would have Sister Stella to lean on. That comforted me just the slightest.

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Friday, June 17th, 2072 – Rex Glassner

Queenie’s mumblings had stopped. Her breathing was shallow. I feared she would never wake up.

The tent reeked of sweat and sickness after two days, a foul miasma that turned my stomach. Reina bathed Queenie’s temple, my sister’s face filled with despair. I felt that same yawning darkness inside me. My beautiful wife was never waking up.

It wasn’t fair. It was just a stupid scratch. I’ve cut myself worse and been fine.

The tent was so small, the canvas pressing in on me. Sarah crawled in, holding a fresh bowl of river water. She rubbed it on Queenie’s chest, trying to keep her cool. The fever burned through her body. Her leg was swollen down the entire length. Red lines ran up her belly, following her veins.

When they reached her heart, that would be the end.

I need to take a walk, my subconscious whispered. I need to get out of here. Clear my head.

I nodded. That is exactly what I needed. I couldn’t just sit her and watch my wife die. There had to be something I could do. I couldn’t stand hearing Sarah prattle on about how beautiful the wildflowers were and how much Queenie would love them.

I didn’t want to bury my wife in the middle of Oregon.

“Rex?” Reina whispered as I crawled to the tent entrance. “Where are you going?”

“I need fresh air,” I muttered.

“But…?” She glanced at Queenie.

Her words didn’t need to be spoken aloud. They rattled through my brain. Don’t you want to be here when she dies?

No, I did not. I did not want her to die at all.

I stumbled down the road, not really caring where I walked. The splintered asphalt crunched beneath my shoes. Green plants sprouted through cracks and heavy rains had washed sediment over parts of the road.

I reached the crossroads. I had heard you could summon my father at a crossroads. I sank down on the asphalt. You need to dig a hole. I laughed. The road was made of asphalt. You couldn’t dig it out unless it was already broken.

Next to my knees was a chunk of asphalt. I pried it up and blinked in surprise. The corner of a polished, wooden box peaked out of the dirt bed of the road. I reached down, digging at the box. I pried it out, dusting off the dirt.

“Had someone summoned you here, Father?” I whispered as I opened the box.

A dessicated rabbit’s foot lay next to a shriveled flower, the petals falling to dust when I brushed them. The last item was a lock of faded, red hair. I picked it up, stroking the silky hairs.

“What did you wish for?”

I looked up at the ruins of Canyonville and snorted in disgust. “I see my father didn’t save your town, so why would he save my wife?”

A great anger welled inside me. I stood up and shouted my wordless disgust, anger, and despair, my voice roaring through the night. I threw the box hard into a tangle of brush beside the crossroad. I had heaved with all my might, and the wooden box crashed through branches and leaves. Through the gap my box created, I noticed something red.

I frowned, stepping forward, peering through the tangle of branches and limbs. There was a girl’s face pillowed on a bower of moss, her red hair spread out around her. The box had landed right beside her head, narrowly missing the porcelain beauty of her round face.

My anger vanished as my heart quickened. She was lovely. Enchanting. I pushed more of the branches aside. Her body was clad in a gauzy, white robe, her naked form hinted at beneath the diaphanous cloth. She was round and lush. My cock hardened with a sudden swelling of lust.

She seemed asleep. It had to be over a decade since Canyonville was burned, and some magic had preserved her. My father’s magic. Why was she here? Why would she wish to sleep in a bower of plants while her town burned?

I have to wake her up, my subconscious whispered. Like in that fairy tale Chase used to tell Reina.

I pushed into the bushes, heedless of the thorns that tore at my clothing and face. I didn’t feel them as I broached her sanctuary. The plants had grown around her, cocooning her from the world. The brush was so dense, no creature could have ever spotted her. I doubt even the rain touched her.

I knelt over her, caressing her freckled face. She was warm. Her breasts rose slow, maybe taking one breath a minute. I slid down to her neck and felt a faint pulse flutter through her. It was barely there, her heart barely pumping.

“Were you left here for me to find?” I whispered. “Or is it just chance?”

Sleeping beauty didn’t answer.

I leaned down and kissed her lips. I closed my eyes as I savored the delicate taste. Her lips were warm and lush. I closed my eyes, kissing her with every fiber of my being. My cock hardened as I savored her kiss.

But she didn’t wake up. She needed more love than a kiss could give.

Love. My heart beat faster. She had bewitched me. Some spell seemed to have fallen over me. I loved my sleeping beauty. She beat in my heart with Reina, Queenie, and Sarah. My finger stroked down her smooth cheek to the nape of her neck. I brushed the top of her robe. I had to see her body’s glory.

I undressed her.

Her breasts were round and pillowy, dusted with freckles. A gold ring pierced her left, pink nipple. I couldn’t resist tugging on it gently, her breast jiggling as I released it. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Her body was pale and her hips curvy. Her pussy was shaved bare, her slit tight and virginal. I trailed a finger down and brushed across her vulva. Hot, damp excitement beaded her lips as blood engorged her vulva, the outer labia growing plump as juices leaked out. Her clit appeared, peaking pink from its hood.

I brushed her hymen. My cock throbbed hard.

I drank in her beauty as I stripped. Everything was driven from my mind except the need to have my sleeping beauty. I kissed her again, my hard cock brushing at her thigh. She was so sweet and wonderful. I kissed down her neck, inhaling her sweet musk. I rubbed my face between those delicious, pillowy tits, pressing them against my face.

“You are gorgeous,” I groaned, my finger circling her areola, spiraling in to brush her fat nipple. I leaned down and sucked it into my mouth. Another sigh escaped her lips.

Emboldened, I sucked harder, worshiping her nub with frantic desire. I needed to wake her up. My hand found her pierced nipple, playing with the ring as I suckled. I nibbled and nipped. I used every trick I knew to pleasure her breasts.

It wasn’t enough.

I licked down her breasts, tasting her everywhere as I worked across her belly. Her legs parted and her sweet excitement wafted around us, filling the bower with her beauty. I tongued her bellybutton as my fingers caressed her pussy.

“Time to wake you up.”

I pushed her thighs farther apart as I settled between her legs. Her pussy lips parted slightly, revealing her pink folds and the hymen over her tunnel. I licked up her slit, savoring her juicy delights. My tongue swirled around her nub, flicking and nibbling at her clit before I dived back into her pussy.

“Yes…” she sighed.

I froze, glancing up. She still slept, but her cheeks were flushed and her eyes moved beneath her eyelids. I grinned and buried back into her pussy. Queenie and Reina had taught me how to eat pussy. I licked and nibbled, I played with her clit. I drank down her ambrosia. She was so sweet. I had never eaten a woman as sweet as her. She was pure, virginal.

My sleeping beauty. She had been placed here for me to discover, a gift from my father.

I sucked and licked. I swabbed my finger in her juices and slid it down between the soft cheeks of her ass. Her thighs twitched as my finger wormed into her backdoor. Another moan escaped her lips, her breasts rising and falling faster, jiggling as a shiver rolled through her.

“That’s it, cum for me,” I growled. “Bathe my face in your excitement. Let it wash out of your body and over me. Wake up, my sleeping beauty.”

I sucked her clit into my lips as I fingered her asshole. Her rough, hot flesh clung to me. She gasped again, her head lolling to the side. She was so close to waking up. Her body shook and her back arched. Her thighs tightened about my lips.

Juices flooded my mouth as she came.

I drank them down, keeping my mouth glued to her pussy as her orgasm shuddered through her. Her moans and sighs were a beautiful music. She collapsed onto her back, her breasts heaving. Her eyes fluttered, trying to open.

But it wasn’t enough.

I need to fuck her, growled my subconscious.

I crawled up her body and rubbed my cock against her pussy. I stared down at her closed eyes. “Wake up, my sleeping beauty,” I whispered. “Wake up, my love.”

I kissed her as I thrust my cock through her hymen. Her body bucked beneath me as the thin tissue tore. I buried deep into her tight pussy. My cock spasmed as I pressed on until I was fully buried in her virgin sheath.

Her lips moved against mine. Her eyes fluttered open. I stared into the green depths. She was awake.

I lifted up on my arms and broke the kiss.

“My Lord,” she moaned, her eyes opening. “You have finally claimed me.”

She thought I was my father. “I’m not Mark. I’m his son.”

Her hands reached out, caressing my face. “Yes, I can see that. You are just as handsome. My groom. I dreamed of you for so long.” Her hands pulled me down for another kiss as her body undulated beneath me.

I matched her rhythm, sliding my cock in and out of her tight depths. Her breasts, hard nipples, and harder nipple ring rubbed on my chest. Her hands wrapped around my neck and her thighs around my waist, holding me tight.

“Yes!” she moaned as she rocked beneath me, our hips moving in a slow, sensual pace. I shuddered every time my cock slid into her depths. “This is what I’ve waited for.”

“My father put you here for me?” I asked.

“Yes, my groom!” she moaned. “Oh, yes!”

“Rex,” I growled. “I’m Rex.”

“Rex! My king!” Her smile broadened. “Take me, Rex! Take your bride!”

The virgin’s passions burned hot. “Who are you?” I groaned, my hips speeding up. The aching in my balls grew. I needed to cum.

“Aoifa,” she purred, the syllables rolling off her tongue in a single, gorgeous lilt.

“Aoifa,” I repeated, failing to capture the music of her name. I would have plenty of time to practice. “You’re so hot.”

“Spill in me,” she moaned. “I’ve been consecrated to lie with a god.”

“I’m no god.”

“You are! You’re His son. A demigod! Oh, yes! Take me! Touch me! Gods, yes!”

Her pussy convulsed about my cock. Her virginal moans sang in my ear. She bucked beneath me as she came. I sucked at her pale neck as her fingernails clawed at my back. Her thighs pulled me in tight.

“Spill in me! Give me your seed! I was born for this moment! My faith has been rewarded!”

My cock throbbed. I slammed into her cumming depths. I shuddered as I spilled into her. Our lips met as I groaned through my orgasm. My hips bucked every time a blast of cum flooded out into her virginal depths.

And then I collapsed atop her, our kisses growing sweet.

“And where are my other spouses?” she asked. “Have you found them, yet?”

“Reina, Sarah and…” My eyes closed as the hollow pit in my stomach returned. “And Queenie.”

“She is the one sick. So she is the one I am meant to heal.”

My eyes snapped open. “What?”

“My three gifts for serving them,” Aoifa smiled. “To sleep protected from the Holy Liberation Army.”

“I know those assholes,” I growled.

“To be a bride to a groom and his three wives.” Her smile grew hot. “And to heal with my kiss.”

“We need to go,” I gasped, standing up. “She’s dying.”

“Then let us depart,” Aoifa nodded.

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Aoifa Coughlan

I smiled as I admired my husband’s strength. He had brown skin, his mother must have been Hispanic, but he had the God’s blue eyes and jawline. My pussy ached with his love and his seed leaked out of me. I grabbed my priestess robes.

“Thank you, Living Gods, for your great gift,” I prayed as Rex pulled on his jeans.

“That’s so weird to hear you pray to my father,” Rex said as he found his shirt.

“I am a priestess in their Holy Church,” I answered. “I had been groomed to be a virgin lover of your father, but they departed this world for the next before I could.”

“I guess that’s lucky for me,” Rex grinned, then his face fell. “Come on, we can talk about that later. Queenie is sick.”

“Right, my Lord,” I nodded.

“I’m your husband now. Call me Rex.”

I blushed. “Of course…Rex.” I was married to one of the demigods. My heart fluttered in excitement. “Are any of your wives also His children?”

“Reina and Sarah.” He grabbed my hand and yanked me out of the bower. My heart sped up. I was bride to two of His daughters. I was blessed by the Living Gods. I whispered another prayer as we raced down the road towards Grazley Bridge. It appeared to have collapsed since I fell asleep.

“What is the year?”

“2072,” Rex answered. “I think it’s June 17th.”

“I’ve slept seventeen years,” I whispered.

I glanced over my shoulder. The ruins of my town were overgrown with wildlife. A great sadness filled my heart. I turned my back on it. My future was with Rex and his family. Ahead, a pair of tents stood by the river bank and a woman wearing a gray robe and a white veil.

“She’s a nun!” I gasped in shock.

The nun looked up. “Warlock!” she hissed.

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Reina Glassner

The shouts caught my attention. I glanced at Queenie. She was so quiet now. It wouldn’t be long before she died. So the least everyone could do was keep quiet and let her pass with dignity. I crawled past Sarah out of my tent and witnessed the most beautiful woman.

She had flaming hair spilling about the shoulders of her diaphanous gown, her lush breasts bleeding through the thin fabric. My heart beat for her. She was enchanting, joining Rex, Queenie, and Sarah in my heart.

“Get away from her, Rex,” Sister Stella yelled, the nun standing up.

Rex stepped between the redhead and the nun. I hadn’t even noticed him. “You are not touching Aoifa.”

“Why is there a nun with your party, Rex?” Aoifa asked, pressing against his back.

“Because there is,” Rex said, glaring at the nun.

“She needs to be exorcised,” Sister Stella declared. “She has sold her soul to the Tyrants.”

“One of those Tyrants is my father!” Rex growled. “He placed her here to help us.”

“To hinder us,” the nun spat back. “The Tyrants know we are trying to stop them.”

“What?” Aoifa gasped.

“She can heal Queenie!”

Rex’s words shot through me. “Really?” I asked.

“I can,” Aoifa answered. “It is one the gifts the Living Gods gave me.”

“You’ve met my father?” My eyes widened.

“She’s been sleeping here, waiting for us. She’s here to help us.”

“Why would the Tyrants want to help us?” Sister Stella demanded.

“She’s healing my wife,” I declared and strode over to Rex, eying the nun. “So you stay away from her.”

“You can’t trust her. She’s a servant of the Tyrants! She’ll destroy us all.”

“I would not!” Aoifa screeched. “I follow the teachings of the Living Gods. I love all of mankind. I only want to help and heal. It’s you Christians that are the threat.” Aoifa pointed behind her. “We weren’t doing anything to harm anyone. We were just worshiping our Gods and loving each other. But you Christians butchered us! You slaughtered us.” Tears ran down Aoifa’s cheeks. “Everyone I knew and loved died back there! I’m no threat!”

“Let her work, Stella,” Chase said. “Let her heal Queenie.”

“You can’t trust her, Chase,” Sister Stella spat. “She’s a trap. Somehow. Someway. She’ll destroy us.”

Aoifa’s eyes widened. “Holy Daughter?”

“Yes,” Chase nodded. “Though I prefer Chase. Especially if you are joining the family.”

“This is a mistake,” Sister Stella spat.

Chase took her hand and pulled Stella close. “Let her heal Queenie. We can figure out what to do after that.”

“Fine,” the nun sighed. “This goes against all the precepts of my order, but I will do this for you.”

Aoifa gasped in shock as Chase and Sister Stella kissed. I didn’t care. I seized the redhead’s hand and pulled her into the tent. Sarah was still by Queenie’s side, her eyes distant. I don’t think Sarah noticed the commotion.

“She’s beautiful,” Aoifa whispered, moving beside Queenie. “A fit bride for a king.”

“I’m no King,” Rex muttered as Aoifa stroked Queenie’s flushed face.

“Please, heal her,” I whispered.

Aoifa nodded and leaned over. Her lips pressed against Queenie. Red light flared, engulfing the pair. My eyes widened and I trembled. I clutched my hands to my breasts and sucked desperate breaths through my nose.

The light faded.

Queenie opened her eyes. “Wow, who are you?” she whispered. “You’re beautiful.”

“Your wife,” Aoifa answered.

Queenie pulled Aoifa down for a second kiss, the fever gone from her face. I pulled back the blanket. Her leg wasn’t swollen. The red lines were gone. I ripped the soiled bandages off and there wasn’t even a scar.

“She healed her,” I sobbed and Rex held me. “Our father knew. He loves us, Rex.”

Rex held me and rocked me. Everything was going to be okay.

To be continued…

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June 13,

Megan was throwing a graduation party at her house. She always has these kinds of things because her dad really doesn’t give a damn. But who cares? Free boozes, free weed, and most importantly it meant I got just let loose from my stressful life.

I got to the party around 10:15, everybody had already adjusted to the party atmosphere. As I walked in, I did my usual greetings with the girls.

“You look tired, where’ve you been?
“Hey Megan, yeah I had soccer practice til 930. I could use a drink”
“here you go” she handed me a bottle of whiskey. I gagged at the thought of drinking it. All the beer was reserved for pong in the garage so I had to manage.
“do you have a chaser?” she pointed at the fridge. I grabbed the carton of oj and poured it in my glass. I then grabbed a shot glass from her cabinet and filled it with whiskey. Here goes nothing.

Drink > Chase > Cringe

Shot one down, shot two down, shot three down. As I was loading myself up for shot four, I saw my twin sister Kristen laying on the couch hugging a bottle of Smirnoff. I overheard the guys saying they were going to draw dicks all over her. 18 and they were still immature. I walked over and put her arm around my shoulder and walked her to Megan’s bedroom. Kristen and I had already planned on spending the night, however I wasn’t expecting my sister to be out this early though. I threw her on the bed.

“Did you bring pj’s Kristen?” she shook her head at me. She was drunk as fuck. I rolled my eyes, and said “alrighty”. Usually when we slept over we slept in our bras and panties. I have seen most of my girl friends naked so it wasn’t anything big. I pulled Kristen’s shirt up and over her head. She was on the verge of passing out.

“lift your legs slut” I said to her. She lifted her legs and I slid her jeans off. She was wearing a silky polka dot bra with matching black panties. It just crossed my mind that I had never seen her naked. Weird… I guess I had always assumed we look the same since we’re identical twins. I was known for being the twin with the ass and she was known for being the twin with the tits. Wow. I had not realized how much bigger hers were than mine. I wear a 32 B.

“Holy shit Kristen when did your tits get so big? What’s your bra size”

“36D” she groaned. “What did you do with my Smirnoff?”

“are you kidding me? You’re already wasted!”

I glanced down at her chest again. Her tits looked so soft. I grabbed my tits and closed my eyes. I was getting that oh so familiar damp feeling in my panties. I don’t know if I was just a little tipsy, or if I’m just craving this taboo and my true colors were showing.

“what are you doing?”
I opened my eyes, my hand was in my pants.

“I was just uhh….uhm…Kristen…”

“what?”

“have you ever wondered what it would be like to kiss me?”

“no that’s fucking weird” she looked disgusted.

“It would kind of be like kissing yourself, I mean we are twins.”

“Yeah but we’re also sisters.”

“Yeah that’s true.” There was a brief silence.

“You weren’t just imagining me right now were you?”

“No! well… not really”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know your tits just looked so soft and it was making me wet. I then closed my eyes cause it felt a little weird” I tried to justify my curiosity. She gave me a differed look. There was a minute or two of silence. I figured I should just fuck it and go for it. Even if she pulled out she would be too drunk to remember.
I gazed deeply into her eyes with my hand on the side of her cheek. I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. An explosion of fruit made its way to my mouth from her luscious lips. She didn’t resist. I kissed her again, this time slowly, yet passionately forcing my tongue into her mouth. We messaged each other’s tongues and occasionally she would bite my top lip and give it a tug. I laid her back down on the bed and straddled her. I could feel my pussy juices leaking through my spandex. My whole body was getting warm so I took my shirt off. We continued kissing. I couldn’t help but grind my hips against her crotch. I began to rub my hands up and down her silky smooth stomach. The sensation was overwhelming. I unhooked my bra and released my tits, it felt as if a great weight had been lifted. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

“sit up” I whispered.

“Cassidy this is getting really weird”

“No its not…is this turning you on?”

“well yeah”

“look, we’re both really drunk, and nobody is gonna find out. Just relax.”
I then sat her up and unhooked her bra, exposing her beautiful 36D breasts. They sat there as perky as can be. They were so round and tan, it complimented her flat stomach. Her skin was an olive color from sun bathing, which contrasted her light pink areolas. I placed both hands on her breasts as I began to kiss her again. They were like clouds in my hands. I caressed her nipples with my fingers and she let out a moan. This was my cue.

I began kissing her neck and then down her body. I slowly approached her panties. I lightly kissed her right above them. I groped her soft cheeks with my hand and became ecstatic imagining what her sweet juices must taste like. I grabbed both sides of the thong and slid it off. Her pussy was freshly shaved, she must have been expecting to have sex tonight. I stared at it as I became hornier by the second. No wonder the guys were all over her, she didn’t even have tan lines. I stared at her soft velvety lips. I went down to kiss them. Inch by inch. Slowly. As my lips were approaching them. She sat up. She was covering herself pointing at the closet. Apparently someone had been spying on us the whole time. I slid open the closet door, and there was Brett, sitting in the closet with his dick in his hands.
I knew this was too good to be true, my dick was throbbing.
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“Sup Cassidy”.

“what the fuck are you doing” She looked worried. I figured I might use this to my advantage.

“I hid as soon as I heard you guys coming down the hallway. Perfect timing. I have a proposition for you. We continue what the two of you were doing, except I get to partake. We do that, and nobody has to find out about your sick lesbian incest fantasies.”

She tackled me. I laid on my back with her mediocre tits floating in my face. She leaned down to kiss me. Her upper lower lip lightly tapped my upper lip and I could feel her smile. Then out of nowhere she bitch slapped me leaving my face extremely numb.

“I got a proposition for you, BRETT! You tell anyone about what happened, first I’ll tell Julie that you were masturbating to us, I don’t think she’ll be too happy knowing that her boyfriend was enjoying my ‘sick lesbian fantasy’. Second, I’ll get my brother to kick your ass. Do we have a deal?”

I shook my head yes. Her brother was 6 ft 3 and 225 lbs. Surprisingly, she leaned down and began making out with me. I guess she was bisexual. Her hand was making its way down my pants. My dick was already through my zipper and was harder than ever. Cassidy got up and pulled her spandex off. They were soaked. She got on all fours and slowly sat on my face. The smell was incredible. I licked, and licked and licked. The taste was even better. Her juices tasted fantastic. It was so sweet yet so tart.

All of a sudden I felt Kristen’s mouth engulf my dick. I couldn’t imagine myself in a better position. It was moist, it was warm, and most importantly she was good. She had a perfect rhythm to deepthroating my dick. Every few minutes she would slide her mouth all the way up my shaft and flick the bottom with her tongue. I was face fucking twins, it couldn’t get much better than this.

Or could it?

Cassidy got off me and pulled Kristen away too. Kristen and Cassidy began intensely making out. They were sitting up chest to chest. Their breasts kissed each other, it was as if there was only one girl and a mirror. One of Cassidy’s legs were over, the other was under. Their pussies laid about an inch apart and they began humping, inching their way closer and closer. Whatching their pussies rub up against each other made my dick throb yet again. I walked over to Kristen. She instantly readjusted making her way down cassidy’s body. Cassidy laid leaning back on her elbows with her legs spread wide. Kristen began to go down on her with her ass sticking in the air. I got behind her and grabbed her hips. I put my dick at the edge of her pussy and began to force it in. FUCK SHE WAS TIGHT.

She let out a loud moan. I couldn’t tell if she was moaning in pleasure or in pain, but it made no difference to me. I knew she wasn’t a virgin. I fucked her and I fucked her and I fucked her. Our hips moved in opposing directions then clashed like waves. My balls were getting tighter and tighter. I pulled out. I had to fuck Cassidy before I came. I walked over to Cassidy and picked her up.
“What are you doing? You’re not fucking me, I’m a virgin.”

FUCK FUCK FUCK! I thought to myself. One minute it was as if I was in a porn flick, the next it was as if the world was ending.

“Let me put it in your ass then, no worries.”

She looked hesitant but didn’t say anything. I went on a scavager hunt around the room looking for lube. All I found was some hand lotion. It would have to do.

“Ok I’m ready” Cassidy said. She looked as if she was about to get a pat down from a cop. She had all her weight on her hands and had her ass sticking up in the air. Damn that thing was nice. I slapped it. It jiggled. I slapped it again but harder. Cassidy turned around and slapped me again in the face. I smiled. This was some kinky shit (no pun intended).

I pushed her head against the wall and slid my dick up and down her crack. I lubed the whole thing with hand lotion, and then had her rub some on my cock. I pressed it down on the vortex and slowly forced it in. She wasn’t making any sound but I can tell she was screaming on the inside.

This was a thousand times tighter than Kristen’s pussy. It was like I was compressing my penis to a tenth of its size. I began to hump and it was loosening up. She was starting to relax and looked back at me to kiss me. I turned her head back against the wall and applied pressure. Cassidy breathing got faster and faster. I looked down and there’s Kristen laying on the floor playing with herself. I looked back at Cassidy. They looked so much alike. I pulled out again. Cassidy began sucking my dick. That was really fucking nasty, yet so fucking hot at the same time.

Kristen made her way over and they performed a duo. They switched off with each other, one had my shaft the other was sucking on my balls. I couldn’t take it anymore. I unleashed my load on to their faces. I had never cum so much in my life. I gave bother of them a full facial. They were staring at each other. I did a double take as they were licking the cum off each other’s faces. This really was my night. All of a sudden the door swung open and there was Megan standing in the door way. She looked like she wanted to puke. I went and talked to her and convinced her that it was extremely important that she kept this a secret. She agreed and so far nobody found out. Even if they did, it would only make me a legend.

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Marcia sat with her head resting on her hands, staring at the driving rain
out of her large bedroom window. Wistfully, she though of lying on the cold
metal flooring of the veranda outside the window, feeling the flesh of two
gorgoeus females pressed against her as she felt the rain thrashing against
her oh-so-sensitive body. This was one of her favourite fantasies. In fact,
it was one of her many, more-and-more-frequent-of-late fantasies involving
members of the same sex. Marcia was a wilful, headstrong girl, and she was
not used to being denied what she wanted. What she wanted right now was to
experience the touch and the taste of another female, but what she could
have was exactly that.

Marcia had to keep up the charade of her happy little rich daddy’s girl
life, even though it was killing her, and she felt the ever-deepening
frustration growing within her day by day. Marcia knew without a shadow of a
doubt that if the press got hold of any kind of scandal involving her and
another girl, my god, they’d have a field day, and it would totally ruin her
fathers’ reputation. Her father owned one of the biggest Hotel chains in
England, and he was often in the press for various reasons. Marcia also
often found hideous pictures of herself within small, badly-worded columns
in the Sun or the Mirror, so she knew they knew who she was. Sometimes she
wished that she didn’t have the legacy of her father hanging over her life.
She often wished for a day in her life where she couldn’t fall back on the
safety net of Daddy’s millions if it all went pear-shaped, or when she could
walk down the street without the paparazzi shoving a camera in her face. She
aslo wished she could walk down the street arm-in-arm with some stunning
brunette, feeling the softness and smelling the sweet scent of silken
feminine skin, or press her lips against some redhead’s gorgeous crimson
pout, in full view of the world and his wife.

But instead, she had the happy little life that rich girls were supposed to
have. Married at nineteen to a wealthy, successful businessman, to whom she
suspected her combination of good looks and Daddy’s credit card were
immensely attractive (especially when his business was secretly in heavy
financial difficulties), she had immediately settled in to a cosy,
decorative, rich-girl’s life of parties, wining and dining, small public
events, charity evenings and having manicures and facials. Thank god she had
never needed to have her breasts done (she was a natural 34C), or she’d have
probably had those done, too. But right from the outset, she had
instinctively known that this was not what she wanted from life. She’d
wanted to go to college; get stoned, party all night, drink cheap booze and
fuck a multitude of fun-loving, footloose and fancy free young men and
women. Instead, she had had the delights of fucking Greg, the worlds’ worst
shag, from then, to infinity. The prospect loomed ahead of her like a huge
dark raincloud.

Rainclouds continued to gather above the house, dark and threatening. She
loved that darkness, the smell of the rain on the air, the horny crack of
thunder and flash of blinding lightning. That cracking sound always made her
feel mean and moody inside, it was a sound that said, ‘Hey, it’s okay to be
bad every once in a while’. And she was bad, every once in a while. Bloody
hell, she would have cracked by now if she hadn’t been. It was always a very
discreet affair, with rich, well-to-do young gentlemen much like herself,
and it always had to be top secret. So far, she had gotten away with it, but
for how much longer she could, she didn’t know, and she had never dared try
to find a willing woman, although she knew a few that mixed in her large
social circle that swung that way. She was too afraid of the consequences,
and the occasional man was bad enough. On these rare occasions, she actually
found that the gulit and the danger were a huge aphrodisiac, and she found
herself really getting in to it. This had earned her a bit of a reputation
as a ‘goer’ among her circle, but she didn’t care. Secretly, it thrilled
her. and Greg was as oblivious as ever.

Making out with other men had totally confirmed her suspicion that Greg was
terrible in bed, even though a lot of the men she had slept with had not
been much better. Marcia suspected that ALL men would seem to be bad in bed,
though, as what she truly weanted was not a man, but a woman. She had a
feeling that she would be in her element then. Enpowered, uninhibited,
orgasm after orgasm with a wet, willing and very horny young slut. Just he
though was enough to make a warm gush of fluid flow through her body. Marcia
turned away from the window, blinded for a sceond by the bright lightning.
Her thin silk wrap was stuck to her clammy body, accentuating her naked
breasts and the curling blonde down in the center of her body. As Marcia
swept away in long fluid strokes, the wrap fell open slightly, and Marcia
stopped to examine her naked flesh in the full length mirror. The nipples
were rosy and hard, jutting from the full, rounded, creamy breasts. The
stomach was flat, the waist curvy, the thighs silken and smooth from
expensive beauty treatments. The pussy was blonde and pouty, the lips poking
invitingly from the covering of fur. Thoughtfully, Marcia slowly traced her
fingers down from her nipples, over her stomach, down to the juicy flesh
hidden by the blonde down. Gently, her fingers slipped in to the warm, damp
flesh, finding the clitoris engorged and ready. Marcia’s fingers circled on
the hard little button, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Her
breathing began to quicken, her body began to stiffen. Then she heard the
front door crash shut downstairs. “Hi honey, I’m home”, Greg called out.
Marica pulled the wrap quickly round her body, and tied the belt tightly.
“Dammit”, she muttered, and went to Greg.

Marcia had been drinking. She had started drinking as soon as Greg had left
the house, and she had continued throughout the night. Now it was after
eleven, and Marcia was very drunk. The drunker she had got, the more horny
she had got. Now, as she sat in her living roon, staring absently in to the
flames of the log fire, she suddenly decided that it wasn’t such a crazy
idea to go out there and find some anonymous woman to fuck, reputation or no
reputation. Damn it, she had wanted this for so long, she had been waiting
for the day when she could feel the soft flesh of another wonam pressed
against her trembling body, and here she was, at eleven p.m., all alone,
with a bottle of vodka, and this crazy ivision of her going out there and
fucking some nameless woman. But who? Just the thought of actually going
through with this was making her pussy melt with excitement. Glugging down
vodka straight from the bottle, neat, Marcia raced upstairs and began to
rifle through Greg’s ‘secret’ stash of Porno mags, happening across a gay/bi
mag. Flicking rapidly through the pages, Marcia got to the adverts at the
back of the mag, and was immediately struck by the ad that follows:

DISCREET GAY AND BI GUYS AND GIRLS IN YOUR AREA WILLING TO VISIT YOUR HOUSE
AND GIVE YOU THE EXPERIENCE OF A LIFETIME. TOTALLY RELIABLE AND DISCREET
SERVICE, DISCRETION ASSURED. CALL 0907 123456 TWENTY-FOUR SEVEN, TO ARRANGE
A DATE.

Marcia tapped throughtfully at the page with her elegantly manicured
fingernails, feeling both nervous and excited. Before she could chicken out,
Marcia dialled the number, clutching the phone with a white hand.

She slipped her best, gold satin chemise over her naked, perfumed body,
feeling the black lace at the hems tickling her skin. Beneath, she wore the
tiniest black lace thongs, little more than a triangle of flimsy material,
and black lacy stockings and suspenders. As she nervously squirted perfume
in to her cleavage, Marcia reflected that she was probably was making a huge
error of judgement here, but then she was as pissed as a newt, and had
absolutely no inhibitions at that current time. Her body was positively
melting at the thought that, in a few minutes, some gorgeous redhead (she
had specifically asked for a redhead) would be knocking at her door, ready
to take her body to paradise. Greg was on an Weekend business trip; she had
the whole night to turn the fantasy into reality.

Marcia was calm and composed when the doorbell rang at twelve a.m. Stood in
the doorway, when Marcia opened the door, was a tall figure, dressed in a
long black coat, with a cloak covering the head and shoulders. Marcia
grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her in quickly, hoping that this wasn’t a
windup and this person was either a joker, a murderer (god forbid), or even
worse, the paparazzi. But she needn’t have worried. As soon as she was
inside the house, the other figure dropped the cloak and pulled the coat
off, revealing bare naked, stunning female flesh.

Tall, with earth-shatteringly long creamy legs, dressed in spiky black
high-heels, a black thong and nothing else. She had lovely little frim
breasts, high on the startlingly white ribcage, a tiny waist, gorgeosu
creamy thighs, and the most enchanting face Marcia had ever seen. Small,
heart-shaped, with a tiny nose, prominent cheekbones, dazzling green eyes,
full lips and wave after wave of gorgeous ruby hair, she hardly needed the
dramatic dark make-up she wore. Marcia wa stunned in to silence for a
moment, but before she could even attempt to speak, the redhead had strode
over to her, taken her face in her hands, and kissed her full on the mouth.

The redhead opened her lips wide and let her tongue mingle with Marcia’s,
roaming it all about her mouth, her small white teeth pressing against
Marcia’s own pearly teeth. Marcia melted in to the kiss totally and
shockingly easily, as if she had always been kissing other women in this
way. Marcia was actually quite surprised at how all her nerves vanished as
soon as the redhead’s lips had pressed against hers. The redhead continued
to kiss her, gently and slowly at first, then passionately, her lips mving
against the others with urgent passion. Marcia was quite shocked at how ‘in
to it’ the redhead seemed to be. Wanting to take control, as was Marcia’s
way, generally, Marcia grabbed the redhead’s head, and pulled her head even
closer to hers, running her fingers through the luscious silky red locks.
Marcia felt her pussy melting, felt the wetness soak through the flimsy
material of her thin lacy knickers. She was almost bursting with the need
for the redhead to strip them off, and take her pussy into that luscious
full mouth, but what the redhead did was possibly even more arousing.
Pressing her body so close to Marcia’s that their breasts touched, the hard
nipples rubbing against each others’, the redhead crawled a hand between
their sandwiched bodies, and began to gently probe at the wet pussy flesh
through the lacy knickers, pressing the seam into Marcia’s wet cunt. Marica
felt her knees tremble and give way; the redhead grabbed hold of her and
shoved her to the deeply carpeted hallway floor before she had the chance to
fall.

Now the redhead was in control. With her body not quite on top of Marcia’s,
the redhead, reached down to Marcia’s wetness, and slid a hand beneath the
elastic of the knickers, maddeningly slowly. The redhead’s fingers gently
parted the pussy lips, and immediately came in to contact with the hard
little clit, sliding about a little in the wetness of Marcia’s pussy. Marcia
felt a yell building within her, and she smothered it against the smooth
flesh of the redhead’s shoulder, biting gently as she did so. As the
redhead’s finegrs began to rub at Marcia’s clit, slowly, so slowly, the
redhead whispered into Marcia’s ear, in a sexy, smouldering deep voice, “You
want me to fuck you, don’t you? You want me to suck your hard nipples, bite
those lovely full breasts”. Marcia groaned her assent. “Then”, continued the
redhead, “You want me to run my tongue down your body, like this”, the
redhead said, breaking off to slowly begin to kiss Marcia’s breasts, gently
sucking the hard nipples. Her tongue flicked out, pushing at the nipple for
some moments, then she slid it very lightly and gently down over the curve
of Marcia’s full breast, down to the flat taut stomach. As the redhead’s
tongue flicked in to Marcia’s belly button for long seconds, twisting this
way and that, Marcia began to buck her hips, pressing her body against the
redhead’s upper body. The redhead’s tongue began to trace lower down, so
slowly and gently, right down to the top of Marcia’s pussy. The the redhead
looked up at Marcia, her eyes twinkling, and smiled.
“Do you want me to lick your cunt? You smell so fucking horny, you are so
hot and wet, and ready for me. Say the words. Just say the words and I will
lick you”. Marcia looked up with pleading in her eyes. “Oh, god”, Marcia
coraked out hoarsely. “God, yes. Lick me, fuck me with your tongue”.

The redhead laughed, and flicked her tongue out. Slowly and ever so lightly,
she pressed the tip of her tongue against the top of Marcia’s pussy lips,
parting them slightly. “Like this? Do you want me to do this? You are clsoe,
I can tell. You smell close. I can smell the wetness of you, and I know you
want me. Do you want me to flick my tongue on your clit?”. Marcia could only
nod this time, as the redhead, her hair trailing over Marcia’s stomach and
thighs, flicked her tongue out again, and flicked it over her rock-hard
clit. Marcia almost yelled out, the sensation was so intense. Bucking her
hips against the redhead’s mouth, Marcia grabbed her head, and forced her
mouth to her oozing pussy. The redhead’s tongue began to lap back and forth
over Marcia’s clit, slowly making cirlces at first, then faster and faster,
back and forth, pressing hard against the clit. Then the redhead began to
suck Marcia’s clit, softly at first, then harder, sucking not only the clit
but the whole labia into her mouth. Then her tongue went down to plunge into
the soaking opening, plunging rapidly in and out. As the redhead alternated
between tonguing her pussy and sucking her hard clit, Marica suddenly wanted
to see if this was having any affect on her at all. Reaching out a confident
hand, Marcia managed to reach far enough to just garb at the redhead’s
pussy. And Marcia could feel that the redhead was as wet as she was.
Grinning, the redhead lifted her glistening mouth away from Marcia’s
oh-so-close cunt, and she came to lay beside Marcia, so they could both
touch each other. Marcia stripped her own wet panties off, then she stripped
off the redhead’s panties, and eager hands crossed and reached out to
opposite pussies.

There was nothing slow or gentle about the caresses now. Hungry mouths
clashed against each other, and as Marcia tasted her own pussy on the
redhead’s tongue, she began to work a finger in and out of the redhead’s wet
cunt, while her thumb rasped on the redhead’s hard little clit. The redhead
copied this caress on Marcia, Sliding one, then two fingers in and out of
her, faster and faster, as her thumb slid in the wet juices surrounding her
clit. Faster and faster the girls frigged each other, both kissing as if
their lives’ depended on it, both rubbing at each others pussies with the
same urgent speed. Marcia bent her head to bit at the redhead’s nipples
hard, sucking them firmly into her mouth, while the groaning redhead,
grabbed at Marcia’s hair and pulled it firmly, then clawing brutally in to
her shoulder, drawing blood. Marica felt a huge, mind numbing orgasm begin
to build within her, and with one final brutal bite of the redhead’s nipple,
as she tasted the redhead’s blood, Marcia let rip, yelling into the
redhead’s tit, as she flooded the redhead’s hand, feeling her pussy throb
and contract for what felt like an eternity. Just as she was coming, she was
mindful of the redhead’s stifled gasp, and her own minor flood against
Marcia’s caressing fingers.

Gasping and panting, the two females rolled slightly away from each other.
After a few seconds, Marcia silently began to help the redhead dress.
Inside, however, Marcia wanted to yell with happiness. Not just because the
experience she had jus had had been so blindingly intense, but because she
now knew that she was right. She’d known that she had had to have sex with
another woman to experience true sex, and she had been a hundred percent
right. She knew that from now, until the day she died, that she would never
have another orgasm like that in her life. But she could live with that, now
she knew. It hadn’t all been a mad fantasy, she had expereinced that. She
had felt the wetness of another pussy, she had kissed another pair of soft
lips, and she had sucked on another pair of rock-hard nipples, and those
memories would stay with her forever. She knew, as she was now practically
sober, that she could never get away with that again. It would not stop her
wanting, but she was sensible, wise. And she really could live with never
experiencing sex like that ever again. Really she could. As long as she
knew.

Silently, Marcia paid the prostitute, and she drifted her dark way in to the
night. Marcia didn’t watch her go. Absently, still naked apart form stocking
and suspenders, now laddered and totally ruined, Marcia absently picked up
her panites off the floor. They were heavy with wetness and smelt strongly
of her desire. With a little laugh, Marcia decided she would never wash them
again. But she owuld still wear them ,maybe one day. Turning off the hall
light, Marcia swept slowly and tiredly up the wide staircase, and to bed.

THE END.

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Hippie girl loaned me off

SEX ON THE FARM PART 4

Just before Halloween, Hippie Girl decided I needed to have sex with other people to broaden my sexual perspective. The two of us had been going strong in bed for several months.
I learned later that she just wanted to seduce a new girl in school and didn’t want me to be jealous. So she linked me to Brenada, a tall, brunette with beautiful brown eyes, a fantastic ass, and perfectly shaped 36 C boobs. Brenda looked a lot older than a fifteen year old but she wasn’t.
It all began in the lunch room when Hippie girl called Brenda over to our table. She introduced us and said she wanted us to be good friends. The way she raised her eyebrows when she said it indicated that she expected us to be friends as well as lovers. She took off to talk to the new girl and left us alone at our table. Brenda glanced around to make sure no one could hear us then looked at me and said, “I guess you are one of her conquests too.”
I nodded. “Yep.”
“So what do you like to do?”
I shrugged. “ I like going down on her and visa versa. I like for her to do me with the strap-on.”
Brenda’s eyes lit up. “In the ass?”
“Nothing as exotic as that; just the pussy. We haven’t tried the ass yet.”
Brenda seemed to lose interest. “Too bad, that is my favorite. Think you could get interested?”
“Well. I like everything. But speaking for myself, I couldn’t take her strap-on in the butt. Too big.”
“Oh, sweetie, that is what I have come to like. See, all my life, my ass has been super sensitive. I used to almost get off when I had a bowel movement. In our little affair, you can be the pile driver.”
“Then I could handle it. No question.” I was excited by the idea of putting on the strap-on. Hippie Girl had never let me use it on her because she didn’t like having the rubber dick in her pussy. And she had never mentioned the ass to me.
Brenda and I agreed to get together that night. She lived with her sister who was gone most of the time. I called my parents and told them I would be spending the night in town with a new friend. They were pleased that I was making new friends. After school, Brenda and I headed down to her house. We watched TV for a time then Brenda got us some wine out of the fridge. I had never tasted wine (my parents are non-drinkers) so it was a new thrill.
Brenda sat beside me on the sofa and put her arm around my shoulders. I leaned over to her and kissed her. She really got into it and began stroking my nips. So then I really got into it. She stood up, took my hand, and led me to her bedroom. Though her sister wasn’t expected before midnight, she still locked the door then turned to me and said, “I want to undress you.”
I shrugged okay and stood still while she removed my jacket, blouse, and bra then fell to her knees to suck my nips. After several seconds of tonguing and sucking, I was getting very aroused. She untied my shoe strings and had me stand on one foot and then the other while she took off my shoes and socks. She unzipped my jeans and slipped them to the floor for me to me to removed my legs. There I stood in my panties with Brenda on her knees hugging me and licking my thighs.
I rested my hands on her shoulders as she continued kissing my thighs then moved higher to lick the front of my pink panties. It was very erotic and arousing. Within seconds, her tongue and my own juices had the front of my panties soaking.
Finally she hooked her fingers in my pantie waistband and pulled them down. I stepped out of them and stood before her completely naked. She moved to a night table next to her bed where she pulled a strap-on from the drawer and handed it to me. I noticed that it was several sizes smaller than the strap-on that Hippie Girl used to bang me.
As I put it on, she shed her clothes. I had some trouble sliding it into place so she was undressed by the time I had the thong properly located. I was delayed the first time because, as I soon learned, I needed to dust it inside with baby powder to make it slide on easily.
Brenda fell to her knees in front of me again and began sucking on the rubber dick. I felt somewhat like a man and almost powerful as she ran her lips along the shaft. When she moved the dick about, the base of it rubbed against the top of my pussy and added to my arousal. She pulled a small bottle of astro-lube out of another drawer, oiled the dick as well as her ass. Then she got up and spread an old sheet across her bed and climbed onto it on all fours.
Standing so that the oil would dribble onto the old sheet, I added more oil to “my” dick and her eager ass hole. I moved into position and began easing the head of the dildo into her butt.
She said, “Use your hands to spread the cheeks of my ass.”
I did that and shoved the dick into her. She gasped and said, “Oh that feels wonderful. Go on, you won’t hurt me. Fuck me good.”
So I grasped the shaft and guided it in further. After meeting a little resistance, it slipped in deeper and deeper. I stopped long enough to pour more oil on the shaft and her ass. She squirmed and told me to go deeper. So I hunched and send it all the way to the base. Amazingly, it went all the way in with out any problem. Clearly, this girl had been buggered a great many times and probably by my Hippie Girl. For a second I remembered what I had to done with Hippie girl’s
large dildo to prepare my pussy for her strap-on.
I hunched away and slammed it in as far as it would go. She loved it; her moans were so loud that I was worried about the neighbors. If they heard anything, it must have been just a continuation of things they had heard before. Brenda kept telling me how good I was at fucking her. That encouraged me to slam her harder. She moaned louder and loved it more. It occurred to me that I should be stroking her clit with my fingers to add to her high. I slipped a finger into her pussy and searched for her clit or g-spot. But it is difficult to locate either from an awkward position. Still, my finger set her off and she dumped a hot load of cum on my hand.
Remembering what Hippie Girl had done to me (not stopping after their first orgasm), I continued to slam into her. She only relaxed briefly before getting up again. This time, I fingered her earlier and she quickly came again. My hand was covered with her cum. Then she collapsed on the bed and my dick slid out of her ass. I needed to wash my hands so I slipped out of the strap-on, dumped the nasty thing on the floor, and headed for the bathroom. When I came back she had put a new sheet on the bed and sat on the edge waiting for me. I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to do so I just stopped dead in my tracks.
Brenda waved me toward the bed. “Come on sweetie, I want to eat your pussy.”
It was what I wanted as well, so I jumped on the bed and spread my legs. The action with the strap-on had gotten me very hot and wet so it didn’t take her tongue long to have me climbing the walls. I learned later that she had been trained well by Hippie Girl then loaned to two other girls. I was the third “John” that Hippie Girl had scored for her. Brenda was even better at eating pussy than Hippie Girl and I told her so. It seemed to please her. She kept eating and sucking until I had come three times. By then we both were so tired that we showered and collapsed. We didn’t even know what time her sister came in or if she came in.

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Karl’s horde of pregnant girls is growing quickly.

Taken (Chapter Four): Hannah, Carli, Lucia, Nicolette

Six months went past. There were now seven girls in Karl’s basement. Dasha was eight months pregnant, her belly protruding in a firm round ball. Karl had stopped raping her for fear it would hurt the baby. Instead he made her suck his dick and then drink his sperm while he massaged her breasts. Every day he sucked on her nipples to see if she was producing milk yet. When she started to lactate, he had all the other girls suck on her breasts and drink her warm milk.

Morgan was also getting very large. She was so tiny that her huge stomach made it hard for her to stand up on her own. Karl rectified this by chaining her to the wall in an upright position and jerking off his cock to spray cum all over her breasts and stomach.

Jenna and Hannah were both six months pregnant. Every night they slept spooning each other protectively, stroking each other tenderly and lovingly. Hannah had jet black hair and green eyes. Her skin was milky white, with multiple tattoos. She had Jenna’s initials tattooed on her right ass cheek. She had a lip ring and a tongue piercing, and also a belly ring and two micro dermal piercings on her hipbones. She was seventeen, the oldest of the girls.

The youngest was Nicolette, a twelve year old ballet dancer with beautiful long blonde hair which Karl kept in a braid. Nicolette was the last girl that Karl had taken, and she had yet to get pregnant. The other girls weren’t even sure if it was possible, since she looked like she hadn’t even reached puberty yet. Her breasts were just tiny soft mounds with little pink bud nipples and she had hardly any hair on her little pussy.

The other two girls were Lucia and Carli who were both thirteen. Lucia was from Cuba and didn’t speak any English. The other girls tried to comfort her, but she shied away from their embraces. She was now two months pregnant. Carli refused to speak, but had latched on to Dasha, clinging to her constantly and crying nonstop when they were separated.

The girls had begun to get accustomed to their new way of life. They didn’t like it, but they weren’t as upset as when it had first started. Karl was only cruel to them when he was raping them. Other than that, he didn’t have much interaction with him, and they were allowed to do whatever they liked in the basement as long as they didn’t make enough noise for him to hear them upstairs.

Things were going well, their pregnancies were progressing nicely. Their bellies and breast swelled up, but they remained skinny and sexy as Karl liked.

Then tragedy struck. Morgan woke up in the middle of the night, clutching her swollen stomach and sobbing in pain. The other girls woke up, hearing her gasps and assuming she was in labor. Suddenly she started bleeding from her vagina. She was laying flat on her back writhing in pain when Karl came downstairs. He put a towel underneath her and instructed her to push. She obeyed, crying out as she did. Karl pressed his hand over her mouth to muffle the noise. Morgan kept pushing and pushing, until finally the baby’s head appeared between her legs. Karl put his hand under its head and helped guide the baby out of her birth canal.

The baby finally emerged, but it was silent. Karl cleaned the fluids away from its skin and they saw that the baby was blue and not breathing. It was a girl. Morgan had told the girls that she would name a girl “Alexis”. Karl took the stillborn baby Alexis upstairs. The girls guessed that he disposed of her somehow. Morgan sobbed endlessly for the rest of the day. Even though the baby had been made under undesirable circumstances, she was still attached to her, having carried her in her womb for eight months.
The next day, Karl came downstairs, angry.

“You killed my daughter,” he growled at Morgan. “You filthy little slut, you killed my baby.”

Morgan tried to protest, but Karl slapped her hard across the mouth. He dragged her across the room to where he’d put a dog cage. He put a dog collar around her neck and locked her inside. There was barely enough room for he, so she had to crouch down on her hands and knees to fit. He attached a chain to her collar and hooked the other end to the top of the cage. Then he went around to the back of the cage and stuck his dick in through a hole. He shoved himself into Morgan’s vagina and began pumping hard into her. At the same time he forced his fist inside her ass, punching it inside her. The other girls watched in terror as Karl came inside her over and over until cum was spilling out of her. He finally finished, leaving Morgan in a sobbing heap, and then began using the other girls.

Karl left Morgan in the cage overnight. He didn’t feed her for the next week so she would lose the belly fat from the pregnancy.

Lucia curled up in a ball, rocking herself back and forth, mumbling in Spanish. The other girls were terrified that they too would miscarry and be tortured like Morgan was. Dasha would be the next one to give birth, followed in a month by Jenna and Hannah, and then Lucia and finally Carli. On one hand, they hoped Nicolette would get pregnant so that Karl wouldn’t be angry, but on the other they really didn’t want another girl to be kidnapped.

Then, a week after Morgan’s miscarriage, Nicolette’s pregnancy test was positive.

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

The long awaited fourth installment of Mr K forcing Lee and Jen along with a few of their friends into sex machines which force them to choose between two belittling sexual experiences. The situation only grows worse…

Please read the other instalments first by clicking on my username. Hope you like it, and for those of you who have forgotten, each paragraph is from a different point of view; there are quite a few characters in this version and some of the comments said it was a little hard to follow so I’ll put the name in brackets at the start of each paragraph.

(Lee)
We drove my mum’s car to the location we’d been given, Aldern Avenue, I’d never heard of it but we’d stopped to buy a map and after 20 minutes of looking we found it, a little street coming off the main road in the middle of nowhere; fantastic. Jen and I talked about Mr K’s skills in kidnapping; he seemed to know exactly what he was doing and whilst his connection to the mafia seemed clich?et plausible, it didn’t quite fit Mr K. I mean sure he could have been pretty well formed in his youth, he must have ridiculous amounts of money to buy or make those sex machines so what other explanation was there? To be fair, I don’t think I could have possibly imagined the reality of Mr K’s background, especially at that point in time, I barely knew anything about Mr K back then.

(Jen)
When we arrived at Aldern Avenue we stopped. I suggested Lee call because I couldn’t stand talking to the man. The guy had stolen some of my best friends, Amber and Kayleigh we’re such nice innocent girls and… well, Suzie was nice she just fucked everything in sight. Louisa I didn’t know that well but she was stunning and she seemed nice; I doubted she even knew how sex worked she was so fucking dumb. It was then a problem arose, the two of us were so used to having our mobiles on us that we hadn’t even taken a moment to think through how we were gonna call Mr K. Lee ran across the street to a random house and knocked on the door, a nice old lady answering and whilst I couldn’t hear what was being said, I could see his charm worked perfectly. He called me over with a hand gesture, as I got out of the car realising I was wearing nothing but lingerie and Lee’s jacket over it, I had no shoes or trousers on, so quickly sat back down and shook my head.

(Lee)
I remembered Jen was only half dressed and went into the house alone, calling the number from the nice old lady’s house phone. “Hello?” I spoke.
“Hi there Lee, you here?” asked Mrs K from the other side as the nice old lady offered me a cookie which I accepted politely with growing hunger from the long journey.
“Yes I am, now what do we have to do to get you to release our friends?” I whispered, not wanting the lady in the other room to hear.
“Slow down Lee! One thing at a time!” She said “It’s when you rush that you forget to think things through properly, for example, leaving Jen in the car alone wasn’t exactly a genius move…” his sentence trailed off as I dropped the receiver running to open the door and seeing Mrs K on her mobile in the car, Jen unconscious sitting next to her. As I ran after the car I realised Mrs K was right, I needed to slow down and think through everything before acting out because as I ran I tripped. I was starting to feel dizzy and weak, Mrs K reversed to come pick me up, opening the door and getting out the car, “You scared me for a minute, I thought you might not have eaten the biscuit!” She crouched next to me; mocking me with her words. “Come on, why would I send you to this particular street if I didn’t have someone here to take care of you? Don’t worry, the house is just down the street…” she explained, pulling me across the floor and dumping me in the back of the car as she waved to the “nice” old lady.

(Amber)
“Morning Amber…” I heard a voice call, a familiar male voice which I couldn’t put my finger on. It only took a few seconds to realise I was naked and tied up. The room was pitch black as I called into the abyss “HELLO?” my voice echoing as a reply came in the form of a groan of desperation. “Who’s there?” I asked as the groaning continued. “Amber? Is that you?” came another voice, defiantly Suzie’s.
“Yes! Yes it’s me, thank god Suzie are you okay, can you see anything?” I asked loudly.
“No, it’s pitch black, but I’m tied down… Oh shit I can’t move! And I’m naked, holy shit where are we Amber? I can’t remember a fucking thing!” she cried as another voice joined in over the groaning.
“Suzie, Amber? Is that you?” Spoke Kayleigh as the three of us spoke, another girl groaning in the background before lights came on, the bright glare causing us to wince in unison. Mr K stood in the corner of the pale brown room, the floor was wood.

(Suzie)
“Hello girls, I’m sorry you had to get wrapped up in all this…” Mr K spoke, “You see your friends Lee and Jen have been very, uncooperative and so I’m gonna use you four as a little bargaining chip…” he explained as we all turned to see Louisa gagged in some crazy table-like contraption. Screaming as we saw our own predicaments. I was on my hands and knees on the floor, my hands held down my metallic bonds that were screwed into the ground, there were two huge curved pink and orange dildos in my pussy and ass. If I was removed from the equation the dildo’s would have been like an inch apart so each was deep inside me and felt reasonably comfortable until I tried to move at all. My legs were spread out, similar metal ties around my ankles. I saw I seemed to have the best machine as I saw the beast of a device Amber was in. It was so complex I could hardly work out what it did until a few minutes of analysing gave me the answer. A thick, 20 or so inch long dildo pointed straight up towards her cunt. As I took a moment to admire my friend’s magnificent naked body, she stood about 5ft3 with cute brown hair and a button nose with amazing hazel eyes and the greatest smile. Her figure was petite, with A-B cups and a nicely shaved vagina. She was much tanner than the rest of us being a little Latina. Her legs were attached to leather straps which firmly held her feet down onto these pink plastic boards which rested on a metal pole running along the floor, it seemed she could move her foot back and forward as she wished, as she moved them back I could see they tilted forward, forcing her to her knees. Around her wrist was this metallic harness which gripped her toned abdomen securely, and linked into two poles either side of her. This harness meant she could only move her waist directly up or down so that if she lowered herself she would be forced to allow the dildo to enter her as she was pushed to her knees. But the next bit was the really clever bit. You know those huge dumbbells you see in the movies? Well positioned above her head was one of those. It was attached to the same two poles as the harness so it could only fall directly down and Amber’s dainty hands were taped tightly to the dumbbell so she had to hold it up. At the moment the dumbbell was being suspended by a few metal rods that it rested on.

(Kayleigh)
Amber’s mechanism was pretty hardcore and scared us all a lot, but she seemed terrified. I studied Suzie’s machine too, not able to concentrate due to the size of her tits. The things must have been C cups because the fell perfectly and were huge. It was clear Suzie was pretty turned on as moisture that could have been loob dripped down her thighs and her nipples were rock hard. She had great legs but was quite pale with a nice frame which was a little tubby but only enough to give her a sexy curvy figure for her soft blond hair to trail down. My contraption was the hardest to work out. I could feel a dildo deep within me, attached to the cold black metal box I was draped over. My body was pressed firmly to the top of it, small metal rings on the side of the box for ropes to run through which held my back and arse down so I couldn’t move. My hands were also tied down to the metal but I felt a small remote control in my right hand. My legs were free to move but my ankles were handcuffed together. It was then Mr K left, pressing a button on each of the contraptions before leaving.

(Louisa)
Suzie was first to scream, as the huge dildo’s inside her began to vibrate wildly. She was tied down pretty tight but her hips had been deliberately left pretty free. As the dildo began to hurt her ass, Suzie lowered her waist, pushing more plastic into her cunt but sliding the cock out of her ass, a move which soon had her screaming as the dick went too deep and she was forced to ascend, pushing more into her ass to stop her crying. It hurt so much because she was so tight and the vibrations so strong. She began to shake as an orgasm washed over her screaming. She wriggled crazily as she watched Kayleigh next to her; the girls fantastic legs stretching fully as she cried out. The girl had such a slim build and was quite tall, she had a kinda big ass which meant she didn’t look as stunning as some other girls but still pretty goddess-like. She shook the brown hair away from her face, drawing my attention to the weird looked blue bra she wore. The sex mechanism I was in was much more dangerous than the others. I had tape over my mouth so I could only breathe through my nose, problem was there were soft pads on either side of my nostrils which began to close. I had no idea what to do, squirming as I tried to release my hands and ankles from the restraints. The only thing I moved in the process was my waist, as I moved it upwards, the metallic dildo inside me was removed causing the pads stopped for a second giving me time to breathe before they began to starve me of oxygen once more. I moved my hips again, fucking the dildo slowly as the pads moved apart with the same pace. I quickened my motions, fucking the cock with such speed the pads opened fully, my body falling limp as I got my breathe back, the pads immediately starting to close again,

(Kayleigh)
Louisa looked ridiculous, fucking a metal dildo which perturbed from the table; except I couldn’t understand why she was doing it, she didn’t seem to be forced into it like we were. I couldn’t work out my machine. Seeing Suzie’s I though it had to involve some kind of cruel choice which meant choosing between the less of two sexual evils but mine didn’t seem to complicated, the plastic cock darted in and out of my cunt, slipping into the metal container then darting out again with lightning speed. The weird looking bra I had on pinched my nipples and massaged my tits roughly which turned me on. As I prepared to cum I stretched out my long legs and separated my knees, cumming hard all over the floor. It was then I grew sensitive and the dildo began to hurt, the sting caused me to wince. It was then I remembered the button in my hand and pressed it. The dildo instantly stopping then pushing deep inside me. This didn’t seem too bad. It was then I realised what the humming metal box below me was; a refrigerator. As liquid shot into my pussy it took me a second to work out what it was before I screamed, tears rolling down my cheek as I felt the sperm sink into me, I click the button madly trying to make it stop as the bra continued to sooth my tits. I attempted to wrestle my arms and legs from their constraints with no avail. Watching as Louisa did much the same, her bubble butt wobbling as her sexy legs and thin smooth arms tried to escape. Her face twisting into pleasure as she came forcefully onto the cock beneath her; tears rolling down her cheek. The liquid stopped, the dildo continuing to fuck me once more as my attention was diverted by a loud clang and a scream.

(Amber)
The rods holding up the weight above me released and I was forced to hold up the heavy load by myself. It wasn’t too much; enough for me to handle. I used to do a bit of martial arts in school so I wasn’t exactly a weakling but I couldn’t hold this long. It seemed the only other option was to push my feet back, lowering myself to my knees. There as a little spongy pad on either side of my cunt where I could lay down the dumbbell, but by then the dildo would be deep deep inside me. The pink cock began to vibrate wildly as my body shook, dropping a centimetre, as I eyed up the shaking dildo below me, knowing with certainty that once that thing touched my clit, any strength I had was lost and about 8 inches would be forced inside me in seconds. I watched as Suzie same all over the floor, rocking between the two thick dildos whilst screaming and dribbling all over the place. Cumming once, twice, thrice in quick succession as cream filled the floor.

(Suzie)
The door then swung open, Lee and Jen tossed onto the floor as they lay half conscious. Mr K walked in after them, shutting the door. Amber cried out as she dropped another inch, squealing in pain from the heavy weight as Kayleigh began to wince; begrudgingly clicking the button again and letting cool cum flow within her as she sobbed. Mr K then pushed a small thick dildo into Jen’s ass, it had a bulbous tip which un-inflated with the click of a button so he could ease it into her ass then inflate it again, holding it firmly in place. At the end of the dildo were handcuffs which he used to restrain Lee’s arms behind Jen’s back. He then did the same again, pushing a dildo into Lee’s ass and inflating the tip to make it immovable then attaching Jen’s hands. That way their bodies were held together so they could fuck easily. Jen looked simply amazing naked, great breasts that looked firm yet large and the cutest bubble but you ever did see with long shapely legs beneath it. Her wet cunt was trimmed nicely and she looked beautiful. I had another powerful orgasm, screaming as I pushed more of the dildo into my wet cunt as the sight of Lee’s huge cock turned me on and let my ass rest for a while, the light vibrations against my anus becoming quite sore.

(Kayleigh)
Seeing Lee’s big cock made me wish I was with my boyfriend. In fact, no… I wanted Lee inside me! His big dick just turned me on so bad I couldn’t wait for the dildo to start fucking me again. It did so suddenly and I remember actually screaming, “OHHHH YEAH! YES! YES!” As Jen’s fantastic legs were tied behind Lee’s ass I noticed the two of them stirred. “The rules are simple. All your friends here are being fucked, or are about to be…” he said looking at Amber, “In two minutes, Amber and Suzie’s vibrators will speed up, the dildo shooting in and out of Kayleigh will speed up and that cock Louisa is fucking will also start to vibrate. Now the four of them are finding it tough enough as it is; so the only way to help them is to start fucking. I’ll leave you lot in her for an hour; the faster Jen and Lee fuck, the slower the vibrations will go. If you two ever stop shagging, everything will go up to maximum on their machines and will be mighty painful I’m sure…” He announced, heading out the room.

(Jen)
“How the hell do you think you’re gonna get away with kidnapping 5 teenagers?” screamed Suzie at Mr K. “Yeah you think just because you were part of some mafia in Russia you’re gonna get off Scott free?” I asked; Mr K chuckling in response.
“You think I’m part of the Mafia?” he laughed mockingly,
“Well how else would you have the money to make these machines!? You’re a fucking school teacher… and how else could you be so good at kidnapping huh?” I cried
“And you’re supposed to be the smartest girl in the class…” Mr K shook his head in disappointment, “I’m gonna get away with it; because you’re all gonna let me.” He told us. “I’ve done this a million times so no-one’s gonna be able to track you here. Of course I’ll have to let you go afterwards, but by then I’ll have hours worth of embarrassing footage of you being fucked and if you wanna avoid all your family and friends seeing it, you’re gonna want to keep quite. I can disappear in the blink of an eye, I’ve done it before so if you think calling the police will help, it won’t; because all that will happen is I will hide and then release not just the person who called the police’s embarrassing footage; but I’ll release it all. The video will be on all the porn sites, it’ll go fucking viral till you won’t be able to walk down the street without someone recognising you and knowing exactly how you sound when you cum and how you look naked… Do you understand me, I can ruin your fucking lives!” he laughed, walking out the room.

(Lee)
Mr K turned back before opening the door asking, “And you wanna know about these machines?” Kayleigh screamed out Lee’s name before cumming powerfully over the plastic cock, her toes curling as she panted; imagining Lee’s thick cock ramming into her as the pleasure subsided with a stinging pain taking its place. Amber grunted as the weight fell 2 inches and her dripping cunt neared the vibrating tip of the rod. “I used to be an engineer before I was a teacher, a mechanic too… In my younger years. And a while back I built a machine for the wife and I to use in bed, make things a little kinkier. Anyway, long story short a neighbour of mine see’s us using it one day when we leave the window open and asks me to build him one. Before I know it I have people from all over the country sending me designs and paying me good money to design these things till I have enough to start my own business on the side. Using my own designs and utilizing my teaching job to pick off students to test them on from time to time. I always wore a mask and they never knew. Until one day when the wife and I decided we were ready to have a baby. Later finding that wasn’t possible, we tried adoption and all sorts of surgery, deciding we wanted to raise a baby from birth and call it our own; not have some birth-mother to keep in contact with. This baby’s gonna be ours! And so we picked a guy and a girl and I made a machine to force them to fuck several times so we could keep the girl and wait till she had a baby to let her go” he finished
“That’s me and Jen right?” I assumed.
“Hah! Not at all!” He chuckled, “No we tried about 6 couples before you found you two. We wanted clever, good looking, sports parents so our baby can be successful so we got a few couples in but unfortunately a few babies died, we had some miscarriages, a suicide from the mother and sometimes they just didn’t get pregnant. Remember that polish girl who disappeared from school one day and Ryan when he suddenly left, they couldn’t take looking at me anymore, knowing I could expose footage of them whenever I wanted!”
“Surely their parents would realise their kid was gone for 9 months!?” Suzie shouted. Mr K explaining how he targeted girls with single mothers then abducted that parent too, recording explicit footage of them to blackmail them with, that’s why it’s taken him so long to get a baby.

(Amber)
“But at least it has allowed me to come up with some cool new machines, you girls are testing out my new SOLO range! And now I’m upgrading to the interactive machines that connect via Bluetooth, so I can customize Jen and Lee’s machine to directly affect the others! Enjoy!” Mr K giggled, leaving the room and locking the door behind him as Suzie and Kayleigh screamed suddenly, Louisa’s body suddenly shaking as the trembling cock beneath sped up; Lee and Jen instantly laying down properly and fucking each other; Jen’s fantastic legs thrusting Lee inside her as they grunted and kissed. I couldn’t hold the weight much longer; and seeing all my friends cum like that, Jen and Lee fucking it just made me almost want to give in and have an amazing orgasm. I fell another inch, feeling the cool vibrating air against my clit I dropped till my snatch was practically touching the tip, forcing myself to hold on as tears rolled down my cheek, loosing my footing I fell abruptly; my clit smashing into the dildo sending lightning bolts through my spine as my body became instantaneously weak, 5 inches slipping inside me at once causing me to cum powerfully, screaming for help as I arched my back. The orgasm gave me a sudden unexpected burst of energy; pushing myself upwards to try and re-gain my position. I soon realised that removing such a huge cock from my pussy so quickly felt too good and simply caused me to quiver and feel weak again, another 2 inches sliding into me. By now the weights were so close to the point I could set them down to free my aching arms that I wriggled another inch of dick inside me and set down the dumbbell; my reasoning being that I could rest my arms to get enough strength to get back up again. Little did I know that as soon as I dropped the dumbbell they would lock into place and I would be forced to stay impaled on the dildo.

(Louisa)
Amber had now lowered herself onto the dildo; about 9 inches must have been inside her as her face twisted into unimaginable pleasure as cum squirted all over the floor and dick. I could feel the dildo I was fucking slow down as the vibrations subsided; it seemed Mr K was telling the truth and as Lee and Jen fucked relentlessly the speed of our fuckings slowed. I screamed into my gag as I had the biggest orgasm yet, wishing I had a juicy cunt to lick as I remembered how fit my secret girlfriend was and how she tasted; not even Lee knew I was a lesbo! As I rested, the pads around my nose closed and I began crying, I was so exhausted from the orgasm and fuck that I needed to breathe and take a break but I couldn’t and feared I would soon die of lack of oxygen. I started thrusting again slowly, my snatch sore and in pain as I forced myself to go on. Wishing Amber could come over to suck on my rock hard nipples, or Jen could run her fingers over them.

(Suzie)
I rocked my hips back and forth, watching Lee who I’d always fancied get fucked was so sexy. I could see him getting really into it as he passionately kissed Jen before she rolled over, sitting up on him and riding him fast as her battle cry echoed around the room; a manoeuvre I’d always wished I could use on Lee. I enjoyed getting double penetrated as I watched, my juices flowing down the plastic cocks as my huge tits bounced. I watched Amber’s face as she came powerfully in unison with Kayleigh, the two of them desperately trying to stretch their legs as pleasure washed over them, Amber having multiple orgasms as more of her cream splattered the floor, I wished I could squirt like Amber did, realising just the sight of her messy orgasm made me cum, my anal and vaginal walls contracting around the vibrating rods as I arched my back and spread out my fingers and toes as an outlet to channel the overwhelming bliss I endured as cum dripped down the cock beneath me. “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!” screamed Jen as she visibly came with Lee inside her. Lee sat up abruptly as Jen went weak, pushing her into the ground he started fucking her with force as he grunted, filling her with sperm before collapsing on top her in heavy breaths. Instantly, the vibrations of the dildo intensified, Amber, Kayleigh and I suddenly writhing helplessly with increasing speed as Louisa did the opposite, slowly decreasing her movement before calling flat, she sounded as if she was being strangled. “I’m so sorry you guys, just give me one second!” whispered Jen through exhausted breathes, fucking without the full use of your hands must really take it out of you.

(Louisa)
The sudden speed of vibrations caused me to cum powerfully, to the point I became to weak to move, my nostrils being forcefully blocked once again, except this time I lacked the energy to fight back. Mr K then came storming into the room, “No fucking way, I’m not disposing of another body…” he muttered under his breathe before removing the metallic ring from my head with the press of a button and allowing me to breathe, he then ripped off the duct tape gag before injecting me in the back. “I got something new for you to try!” he chuckled, releasing me and throwing me over his shoulder as the drug within me stopped me from fighting back… my eyelids became heavy…

(Kayleigh)
As cold wet cum inundated my insides (The increased vibrations were too much, I had to hit the button) I saw Amber scream as unlike myself; she was forced to stay put and had another immense cumming session, her face was indescribable, twisting into this forced mix of painful and pleasurable emotions. It was then she seemed to think she’d got her strength back, pushing back on her feet she attempted to stand up; not realising that once the dumbbell was placed on the rests, that it locked into place and she could no longer get up. Amber screamed the roof down as she realised the pain of having a cock vibrating powerfully deep inside her could be ongoing for the next 45 minutes. She panted as her arms tensed and attempted to push the dumbbell up to no avail. Tears began streaming down her face as she sobbed, gasping suddenly as she came. I flinched as the cock began fucking me again, the speed so immense I came instantaneously, quickly clicking the button. Nothing. It seemed there was some kind of time period I had to wait before I could click the button again but my pussy was so sore it was stinging and I didn’t know how much I could take. The dangers of becoming pregnant became less and less important as I considered the repercussions of permanent damage to my vagina.

(Lee)
“UHN! UHN!” screamed Kayleigh as she came again and again, the bra contracting around her tits and massaging her softly. Amber and Suzie were now crying as the increased vibrations caused them pain, I began slowly fucking Jen again, who was slowly becoming less horny as the pain in her ass became more noticeable. “Shit Lee stop!” she whimpered.
“I can’t, look at what’s happening to them all and it’s all our fault!” I explained.
“I know… but I just can’t Lee. I can’t…” She cried, her eyes welling up. As I looked her firmly in the eyes, “Come on, you can do this I know you can; we’ll take it nice and slow if you want but we can’t just do nothing!” I told her, sliding my rigid cock in and out of her as I spoke. She nodded as I kissed gently up her neck. Visualising what it would be like to fuck all the other fit girls in the room; thrusting into their soft tight smooth pussys.

(Amber)
I was being held down and couldn’t get up, I tried stretching out my legs, pushing the soft pad of my foot hard against the plastic to try and break it and pressing hard against the metal of the dumbbell. “FFFFFFUCK!” I screamed; partly from frustration but partly from my building orgasm which I could tell was gonna be big. Usually these left me feeling so satisfied but here it all felt too manufactured. Without the warmth, the breathe, the touching, it all felt so plastic. I wished someone could suck on my nipples and cup my young smooth breasts as I came in their lap. I longed for Lee to come over and caress my titties, even an offer from Jen right now would be carefully considered. As I began to shake, I pushed down, slipping just another centimetre of cock inside myself before curling my toes and screaming in pain as fluids sprayed everywhere including onto my own slender stomach, forming a continuous flow for several seconds as my orgasm cascaded into the next creating two immensely powerful cumming sessions before I fell limp, the sharp vibrations causing me to wince as I shuffled uncomfortably.

(Suzie)
Just then, a projector concealed in the ceiling cast a video onto the blank white wall. The image became clearer as the lights dimmed slightly, revealing a dazed Louisa coming to on the floor. To our surprise she was fully dressed in a dark maroon coloured room. As she stood we could see she was wearing a cute yet modest outfit, she had been cleaned up a bit, a little make-up administered to give her stunning face the justice it deserved. She seemed to be wearing a white short sleeved top with a trendy black waistcoat on top, buttoned up. She wore a cool denim jacket over it to which fit her well. She was also wearing a hip-to-knee denim skirt with frilly white bits at the end, black tights underneath with the most adorable grey cloth mini-boots. She suddenly began screaming loudly before quietening down, “What the fuck was that!” She yelled, Mr. K’s voice speaking in response from off-frame.
“Another little invention of mine, the remote controlled expanding dildo! It’s made of a special stretchy thick rubber that can be manipulated by a series of motors; making it bigger or smaller, thinner or thicker at the users will. This particular one is shoved pretty deep into your ass and at the moment is pretty tiny; about 3cm’s long and not easy to get out without my help. On the screen in front of you Louisa, the name of an item of clothing will appear, without hesitation you will remove it and/or do as it says or the dildo will become thicker; causing you severe pain, do you understand?” he spoke condescendingly.
“Uh, Yes…” She replied hesitantly. Instantly; despite hating ourselves for it, the atmosphere in the room changed as our curiosity got the better of us, not taking our eyes off the screen and growing quite excited, all complaining and crying stopped as we all began to enjoy being fucked as we watched the stunning brunette undress herself, slowly yanking off either boot and tossing them to the ground. We couldn’t see the screen she was looking at, only her reactions, but we could guess the instructions as she sat on the floor, pushing her cotton covered feet towards the camera and wriggling her toes for several seconds; Lee suddenly seemed to speed up his pace, fucking Jen with bigger thrusts as his eyes never left the screen.

(Louisa)
I was then instructed to remove the cotton tights, rolling them gently down my legs; in no hurry to undress as I felt the tight corset around my body. In front of me was a blank white screen which occasionally displayed orders and a tiny black camera concealed in the wall which I assumed sent the video back to Mr K to confirm I was undressing. As I pulled the tights off and threw them aside, I was told to wriggle my toes for the camera again; this made little sense to me at all. Next I stood and slipped off my denim jacket; even in this time of confusion and fear I had a second to admire the sweet little jacket I wouldn’t mind owning. As it fell to the floor I realised the modest outfit was slowly becoming quite slutty as the frilly denim skirt on bare legs and tight waistcoat showed off my figure more and more. I then unbuttoned the waistcoat as I was requested and let it slide off my bare arms before I saw the order to remove my skirt. I froze for a second, gulping as I looked down at my diminishing outfit for a second too long. I suddenly fell forward onto my hands and knees as this thing expanded in my ass, never growing longer but just thicker as my tight anal walls were stretched to their limits as I screamed, pushing my ass into the air in some odd-looking attempt to get it out but it wouldn’t budge. I rolled onto my back, ripping my skirt as I pulled it off of me, the moment it hit the floor the dildo contracting. “FUCK!” I shouted, pulling myself to my feet as I read the next instruction.

(Jen)
Lee was fucking me so hard, I could tell the feet stuff Louisa was doing was really turning him on, and as he came in me I began thinking about how normal couples spent their days, Kayleigh and her boyfriend for instance were constantly having to find new places to shag because of their strict parents and it must really suck to have to use condoms constantly. But here we were, Lee and I fucking more than daily without a care in the world, sure the situation was a nightmare but being able to kiss him and feel his naked body on mine whenever we wanted did just make me feel like a new person to who I used to be just a few weeks back. I watched as Louisa took off her skirt, revealing in full; her amazing skinny legs to the point where her sexy pink panties were visible. Surprisingly she had no tan lines on her beautiful brown legs and proceeded quickly to pulling off her white shirt to expose a tight pink corset with white straps running up and down it, she seemed shocked at her own appearance as she looked down at herself, obviously not fully conscious when she was being dressed. Lee began pounding his now rock solid cock into me as we came together, a little whimper escaping my lips as I dreamed of wearing such clothing for Lee some day; wrapping my legs around him as we continued to fuck.

(Amber)
Lee and Jen were now fucking so fast the dildo within me was barely shaking at all. Too speechless and dazed to complain I continued watching Louisa as I humped up and down on the rubbery stick, fucking it as a groaned and wiggled my toes in preparation for the brewing orgasm. The pretty pink corset matched her wispy pink satin panties, a tiny little bow at the top of either undergarment confirmed they were a set. Louisa ran her elegant fingers down her petite body, exploring the soft texture of the underwear in quiet awe before jolting forward suddenly as the thing in her ass expanded causing her to scream, and bend her knees before falling back to the floor. The 5 of us tried to guess which of the garments was next to be removed but I’m pretty sure we all got it wrong from the sense of shock and stimulation in the room. Louisa slipped her dainty long fingers under her thong in a fury, slipping them into her cunt and pleasuring herself rapidly as the pain visually decreased. Louisa closed her eyes and began moaning as she began to build up her orgasm, occasionally opening her eyes to peer at the screen; she remained almost motionless as occasional groans and curses were muttered, Kayleigh beginning to moan aswell, “OH YEAH!” She cried as she came over the black device she was humped over, “Slow down you two I want to be fucked faster!” Kayleigh told Jen and Lee who stopped suddenly, as the 3 of us abruptly screamed, Jen and Lee beginning to fuck at a moderate speed once again. Suzie was now screaming and swearing as she rocked up and down between the two dildos, cumming all over the place but not stopping. “Come on, yeah! Yeah! YEAH!” spoke Louisa, rocking her hips slightly before opening her eyes innocently, then a look of shock spreading across her face before she stopped unexpectedly.

(Louisa)
The screen told me to taste the fingers that had been inside me before continuing to fuck myself. I was kinda horny so whilst a part of me told myself to just get it over with, I starred at my gooey fingers, thinking about just how gross it was, my craving for an orgasm slowly fading which frustrated me as I knew I was gonna cum hard… The aroma of my own juices filled my nostrils, the sweet smell disturbing me a little. A shooting pain then hit the inside of my ass, the device once again stretching my anus and causing agonizing pain, I quickly shoved the fingers in my mouth without thinking, licking the seemingly tasteless liquid off before removing them and plunging them back into my cunt. “REMOVE CORSET” read the monitor; my spare hand instantly reaching around to my back as the device in my butt shrunk back to size, the sting remaining. I pulled on of the loose ties on the bow until I felt my breasts bounce free, the corset coming loose and slowly falling off my hot body as I shook. “REMOVE ALL CLOTHING” was now displayed, I shook my head, at the same time yanking them down my legs as I continued to finger myself, getting ever closer to cumming. I pressed the balls of my feet to the floor, pushing up my hips and parting my knees to channel the immense pleasure building in my groin as I yelped, cumming as a little fluid ran down my thighs, mixing with the beads of sweat. “CONTINUE” read the screen. I stood abruptly, pleading for him to let me stop as I fingered myself, the sensitivity causing it to become quite painful. “Ah! AH!” I cried as it stung me but I was forced to go on.
(Kayleigh)
“Holy shit…” I muttered, my eyes never leaving the immense beauty on screen, even when she came, even when in excruciating pain Louisa always looked radiant, oh how I wished I could cum like that; my whole body tensing up as I slid her fingers in and out of my own pussy. I could feel a small orgasm ready to wash over me, so I decided to try this, tensing up my leg muscles to pull hard against the restraints… doing the same for my arms I forgot that one arm was quite freely movable; in the process, accidentally pressing the button to stop the dildo fucking me, “NO! NOOOOO!” I yelled as the orgasm became all the more elusive, sperm bursting into me as I was deprived of pleasure, “FUCK! FUCK!! FUCK!!!” I screamed, cursing my own stupidity as I watched Amber spray her cum all over the dildo and floor.

(Lee)
Taking my eyes off Louisa for a second, I tried to work out what the hell Kayleigh’s sex machine did, most of it was covered by her body so it was hard to work out, whereas Suzie’s and Amber’s seemed pretty clear. Suzie was forced to choose between pushing a cock into her ass or pussy through moving her hips up or down, and Amber had to hold up the weight for as long as possible, or suffer being locked down with a dildo pushed deep within her, vibrating at ridiculous speeds, much like the dicks on Suzie’s thing. It was only looking at them now he realised how fit they all were, he couldn’t fault Mr. K’s taste. Half the people he knew wanted to see one if not all of these girls naked, and here I was seeing it all. Thinking about it, how many guys would kill to be able to just take the condom off and fuck a girl skin-to-skin. Most people won’t experience that till they’re in their late 20s… but here we are, me and Jen, fucking constantly without having to worry about adoption, looking after a baby, finding somewhere to live, maybe playing along with Mr. K wouldn’t be that bad. How the hell could I talk to Jen about something like this though, after all, she’s gonna have to push the screaming monster out her vagina. Who knows, we might have one of those for ourselves some day…

(Louisa)
“Use your spare hand to flick over your clit” I was ordered, doing so standing, sliding my feet across the cold floor to bring my legs apart. Ready for a somewhat smaller and less satisfying orgasm. I came without even noticing, the only reason I knew was because I could feel the cum between my fingers and shortly after I was told to stop. I fell to my knees, my wrists aching. Stretching my fingers in and out I looked up at the screen where a video of me cumming was shown on the left, and various pictures of me undressing were shown on the right. Seemed that camera was for more than CCTV I thought, before the monitor changed, displaying my facebook page, my YouTube, Bebo and MySpace profiles, the pictures and videos uploading one by one, being sent out through emails, submitted to porn sites and forums. My whole life was falling apart in front of my eyes. Within 20 minutes, nearly everyone I know would know exactly what I look like naked, my parents, even pervs around the internet I’d never met. “NO! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!” I screamed.
“Don’t worry…” Came a voice over the intercom, “I haven’t done all that just yet, I was just showing you what I’m capable of. If you don’t comply with what I ask of you all today then that could happen to everyone of you!” Mr K spoke, I assumed the other 5 could see and hear all of this. “I thought we were just here so you could get Jen and Lee back, they’re here now, just let us go!” I screamed into the wall.
“Seems my computer has learnt quite a lot about you over the last 45 minutes, more than I thought it would. It knows what facial expressions and movements occur when you cum, assumed fetishes, and can predict the strength of your upcoming orgasm with quite some accuracy. So I think I’ll try a few more of my inventions out…” he chuckled.
“I can’t take any more of this you sick bastard!” I screamed, silence filling the room for several seconds before he spoke again, “For that I’ll upload; just the pictures… just to facebook.” He announced, showing the 37 pictures being uploaded over two albums labelled “XOX 1” and “XOX 2”. My stomach churned as I watched in horror as comment after comment popped up below my pictures.

(Suzie)
We could now see two angles, the screen had been split in two, on one side we could see Louisa, on the other what the screen was displaying, at the moment 37 of her nude/slutty pictures were being uploaded to her somewhat innocent facebook profile. She hadn’t put a new picture on there in months so all the guys had clicked on them as soon as they’d been uploaded, even a few of the girls were posting winking emoticons in the comments. “What do you want me to do!” screamed Louisa, the door unlocking next to her. For a moment she disappeared off frame, a few seconds later opening the door to our room and walking in nude, she peered down the corridor before entering, almost thinking about escaping before remembering the thing in her ass and the videos and pictures. Louisa had a note and a remote in either hand, reading it, she threw it down, pressing the remote and releasing the dildo’s from Jen and Lee’s asses. The bulbous tip was inflatable on the rubber cocks and it seemed Louisa’s remotes deflated it, allowing them to stand up. “I have to shag you…” Louisa mumbled nervously. I suddenly screamed, Amber doing so with me as Jen and Lee’s freedom had resulted in our vibrators suddenly speeding up and fucking us to the point we came instantly “AHHHHHRRRR!” I growled, know Lee and Jen’s fucking had slowed down the vibrators before and now it was all down to us. Kayleigh seemed unaffected, looking at us in fear. “HOW ARE YOU NOT FEELING THIS!” I screamed to her. “There’s this button in my hand, if I press it, this sperm goes in me but I get like a 20 second break before…” she was cut off as she screamed, whatever was inside her had started to fuck her at immense speeds.

(Jen)
No-one seemed to notice that on the projected screen, an order had been given; “Louisa give Jen oral”. I noticed Lee lying down and Louisa lying on top slowly, pushing his thick dick into her and fucking it. She jumped up and down on it crazily, closing her eyes and bouncing her tits for a while before seeing the command on screen. She grabbed Lee’s hands, pulling him up to his feet with his cock never leaving her snatch. She turned as she stood, pushing her bubble butt into his abs to let him fuck her doggie style. I positioned my vagina lips in front of her face, seconds before her tongue delved inside me. I fell back in shock, my ass landing on the cold surface of a metal table – the one Louisa had once been strapped down to, I sat on it, Louisa burying her face in my cunt as Lee thrust into her again and again.

(Louisa)
I sucked her like I wanted to be sucked, loving having proper lesbian sex, flicking her tongue over the enflamed clit before pushing it deep into her velvety pussy to taste her sweet cum. Feeling Lee’s dick in me was so weird, I’d only ever felt my own fingers or a plastic dick in there, but despite having no attraction to Lee; it felt fucking good. I groaned as I realised sperm was gonna shoot inside me but I didn’t really care. Jen’s snatch enveloping my tongue as her muscles contracted before spurting a little cum over my face. As Jen screeched, squashing my head in her soft smooth thighs, I could feel Lee speed up, my cunt grasping the hard rod as I too came, my toes wriggling as I bent my knees slightly, Lee’s last thrust deep inside me before releasing sperm into my body. With that, the lights came on fully, the machines around us quietening down as they turned off, the restraints coming free as all 6 of us stood, together, naked for the first time. The door swung shut, the air filling with a pungent scent.

(Jen)
I remember learning about sleeping gases in science, whilst in most fiction they were completely harmless, in the real world every inhaled sleep inducing anaesthetic had terrible side effects. The cheapest and least harmful being Isoflurane, an extremely pungent and usually administered through a pipe directly to the mouth though I’m sure it could be administered through the air somehow. Who knows, maybe Mr K made his own sleeping gas. All I know is that we all fell to the ground, and woke up somewhere very different.

(Kayleigh)
Just when I thought it was all over and we’d all awake in some forest without Lee and Jen; we wake up in this dark cylindrical room. Each one of us were strapped to the wall, spread eagle with our arms and legs restrained by metallic grips. The wall around us was metal bronze, the floor a silver metal with an odd pattern of lines on it that didn’t match properly. One of the bronze plates swung open and Mr K climbed inside. “Come on… wakey wakey!” he spoke gleefully, slapping those still coming to lightly on the cheek. “I figure, why bet on Jen and Lee when I can have him cum inside all of you! I haven’t had the time to check if Jen went for that abortion yet so until then I might as well put a few more eggs in a few more baskets if you catch my drift.”

(Amber)
“Fuck you!” I whimpered at him, still waking up. Mr K turned, grabbing one of my nipples and pinching it hard. “AHH!” I screamed waking up quickly and rattling my hands in the restraints. The other naked teens watched me as they awoke. “Premise is simple, Lee’s down there…” He said, never pointing to show us exactly where he meant, “one of you goes down at a time whilst the other watch. There are these tiny little invisible pads all over your body” He said, holding up a tiny coin shaped object between his thumb and forefinger, we could only see it in certain angles of light as it was see-through. “These are stuck all over your body, the ones on your nipples are constantly vibrating, the ones on your clit, g-spot, anus, pussy lips and inside you are interchangeable, the remote in your hand allows you to stimulate all the areas or just one, but no matter what you choose, these nipple ones will keep on vibrating. When you’re in the room with Lee they’ll all stop, a little alone time with you and him; but don’t bother trying to remove these little things, they’re stuck on through suction and can only be released with this thing.” He explained, holding up a metal gun thing which clearly didn’t shoot anything but seemed to remove and administer the little vibrating pads.

(Suzie)
“See in Florida, there’s this huge Sex Centre, used mostly for Hen Does, and certain adventurous couples, they charge hundreds, sometimes thousands for various amazing sexual experiences. It’s this huge white building full of various sex games, challenges and machines in different rooms. They’ve commissioned me to design a few systems, and since I’ve gathered so much information on you lot already, I figure, why not try a few out. This one’s just a prototype but it’s all paid for by them so I don’t care what you try and do to it…” I looked around at everyone, all the girls were here and it seemed we’d all been cleaned. You couldn’t make out the little pads Mr K was talking about, I couldn’t even feel them on me but I suppose they hadn’t been activated yet. “Don’t get too worn out, I’ve got a load of stuff for you to try out, dissolving clothing, and this A-Vib I created which is like a vibrator but without the dildo, it literally aims vibrating air at your sex organs… pretty cool but I’m not sure how safe it is,”

(Kayleigh)
“See it’s no coincidence that a couple kidnapping people in order to get a baby happens to create sex machines, see one of the main reasons we can’t have children is because of the damage we’ve done to our sex organs in rough sex, the same rough sex that inspired me to create all these machines and in fact the very invention you’re in now. Anyway, enough of me talking! Enjoy!” he said, walking out the whole in the wall and locking the panel behind him. Suddenly my nipples began to harden as they vibrated, suddenly feeling the small pads on me Mr K had talked about, as before I couldn’t feel them at all. By default I could feel the inside of my pussy and anus vibrating along with my clit, g-spot and pussy lips. It actually felt really good but know Mr K. I might be here a while and it could get pretty painful… So I switched the remote as Ass, feeling my body stop shaking as my ass began to vibrate pushed up against the wall, I watched as the other girls fought the restraints moaning. I now understood why the floor pattern was so weird, the floor was cut into 8 to form a spiral, as the spikes pulled apart, it revealed a padded room below us, Lee was lying asleep on what looked to be a floor made of… a mattress. I saw him stir as we all looked down on his naked body. I stopped vibrating abruptly as the restraints around my arms and legs released and I fell onto the padded floor, landing with my feet either side of Lee. There was a black harness around my waist linked to a bit of rope which led up and into a small hole between the bronze plates where I had just fell from, I assumed this would pull me back up when we were done. “What the fuck is going on?” Groaned Lee, drops of cum falling on my naked body as I knelt, pushing his soft cock in my mouth.

TO BE CONTINUED

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It’s allabout lesbian doing their thing

One night I was out with Amaka. She was 28 years old. 5’6 tall. She looked like a Princess. She had dark hair, with touches of gold in it and chocolate brown eyes that made me melt. I love the way she walks, her facial expressions, they way she smiles when she sees me. The sound of her voice could put me in a trance. There were times when I could not think about anything else. I just HAD TO have her.
We were going to a club. I dressed pretty hot – a tan skirt and a green v-neck that brought out my eyes – nothing underneath. I walked in and was momentarily deaf because of the blasting speakers. I went in, all nervous, when this girl approached me. She had very long dark brown hair, huge lips, piercing grey eyes, a huge chest, and long, slender legs. I could see them very clearly because her skirt barely came up to the point of exposing her underwear to everyone. But I wasn’t interested.
Normally, I would have been all over her ass, she was just my type. I like dark haired women. But tonight, Amaka was all I could think of.
Then, as I was looking for Amaka, I caught her eye across the room and she walked forward, slinking towards me with her curvy body swaying side to side. I got wet from just looking at her. I nervously straightened my shirt as she stood right in front of me, placing her arms on my waist and slowly leaning her body on me, all the while looking up at me with those eyes. She looked over to her left.
When I followed her gaze, I saw a love seat in the back of the dance floor. Wordlessly, she pulled me over to the couch and plopped down on it. I went to join her when she stopped me.

“No.” She said, then spread her legs. “Stand here.” and she directed me to stand between her legs.
She looked up at me. Then she looked straight ahead, which just happened to be where my Pussy was. I was waiting to see what she was going to do.
She very quickly, too quickly, pushed her head into my Pussy and nibbled it through my skirt. I had barely moaned when she was up again and pulling toward the dancing mass.
My head was absolutely spinning.
We could hardly move through the crowd there were so many people. And in the middle of the floor, we got to where she wanted to dance, and I had to be so close to her that I could smell her shampoo, her lotion. She got in front of me and started moving us into this slow rhythm. Then she turned around and put her hands on my hips and pulled me even closer, closing up maybe 3 inches. She started to sway my hips with hers and just move back and forth. My eyes must have been closed or I spaced out. He just hit this beat and I was in my own world.
A few songs later I was sweating. Drenched. So was she.
I felt like I was floating on the dance floor, the sensual beat of the music only adding to my lust. I needed to clear my head, this was so much.
“Can we go, uh, do you want to go outside and get some air?” I asked Amaka.
“We’ll get more than air,” she whispered in my ear, “I’ll show you what you’ve been missing.”
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When we got outside, Amaka directed us towards a small table behind the club. The summer air was perfect for a walk but I thought I would fall from my clit still throbbing with delight.

“You are so beautiful,” said Amaka, “so lovely..”
I shuddered with pleasure as Amaka embraced me and leaned me back against the table. Moonlight played on us as Amaka sN@kkd her hand up my shirt, pushed my bra down and stared teasing my Nipples. She pulled one gently, slowly. Then she’d run her nails over the other Nipple, teasing it to be even more erect while placing one thigh on the tenderness of my clit. All I could do was whimper as I humped against Amaka’s thigh.
Then, Amaka stood up again, and said, “I think we’ve had enough air, let’s go back in.”
I almost cried, but I stood up with her.
She must have read my mind though, because she looked in my eyes and said,
“Don’t worry, I’m not even close to done with you.”
Then she kissed me deep and ran her finger up my thigh, and across my clit. It was all I could do to stay standing.
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The music was a slow beat, and Amaka slid her right arm around my waist and pulled me close, placing her thigh tight between my legs and applying pressure to my clit. I swooned, drunk with pleasure, as the knob of my clit met with her leg. Amaka held me tightly and leaned down, placing her mouth on mine. She ran her tongue over my lips and then deeply into my mouth.
She looked at me and said:
“Now let see how strong you are.”
Her hand slipped up my skirt, and I wanted so badly for her to touch me.
I was breathing so fast and at the same time concentrating not to let anyone else see us.
“You’re just so hot.” she said.
Amaka was driving me insane, and she could sense it. My Nipples was so hard and my Pussy soaking wet.

She moved her hand down over the front of my skirt. I put my hand over hers and grinded against it. The pressure from her hand and the friction of the fabric rubbing against me made my body feel like it was on the edge.
Leaning my head on her shoulder I whispered, “Touch me.”
She moved my hair and kissed my neck. I let out a soft moan. Amaka moved her hand from under mine and continued sliding it up and down my inner thigh. She brought her other hand up to my tits and started tweaking my Nipples.
In an instant, Amaka slid two fingers through my wetness and deep inside me. My back arched into her as I stifled the scream building within me and grinded against her fingers. Amaka wanted to prolong the pleasure. She pulled out like she was going to stop, then slammed them back into me. I bit her neck so I wouldn’t yell. I started Fucking her fingers, bucking out of control. I no longer cared who saw us. She moved the tip of her thumb to my clit.
She let go of my Nipples and pulled my face closer to press our mouths together. Then she touched it lightly, making me beg for it, then she let loose. She started rubbing my clit, flicking it back and forth, with a speed I’d never known possible. I lost it then.
I arched and bucked and let out a scream that sounded like it was coming from someone else. It was like an explosion that seemed to start from my Pussy and blow out every nerve-ending in my body. Wave after wave crashed against me as I gripped hard onto Amaka’s dark hair. I slumped against her.
“and that’s not all, baby..” she whispered in my ear.
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TO BE CONTINUED. . .

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