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I met my new lady Veronica at a cocktail party. Instant chemistry, she in her early forties, me in my late thirties. Lots of questions for each other as we looked closely at each other, oblivious to the people around us.

She a little taller than average, shoulder length blond hair, attractive facial features, inviting smile and a good body under her knee length, black cocktail dress, her heels accentuating her legs.

Over a meal in a nearby bistro I learnt she had been married twice, currently unattached, and works as a P.A. for a large company. We were holding hands by the time I told her I had been married once, worked as a freelance business consultant and lived in penthouse opposite a park in the city.

It was obvious we were going to make love after dinner the next night in my penthouse. “I chose well, I thought you would be well hung, and thick, you are huge, I do like a man who shaves his cock so it looks even bigger,” she told me as she ran her hand along my erection while we ogled each others naked bodies. “Your erection must be close to ten-inches and so thick. Now fuck me with it.” And again the next morning, then again after a yum cha lunch.

After three weeks we had made love and fucked every which way. We were spending five or six nights a week in each other’s home and calling each other honey or hon. When I told her I wanted to shave her pubes to my satisfaction she was rapt in the idea. “No man has ever done that for me,” she told me with a big smile as I trimmed her thick, black pubes into a long thin strip above her bare cunt lips. “I like that look, I can’t wait to show and tell my girlfriends,” she smiled as she posed in front of a mirror. “And wonderful foreplay, look at your erection. I want that every week.”

By that time we had developed the ability to achieve simultaneous orgasms after a long slow build up. “Nearly there honey, nearly there, so close,” I would groan before she replied, “Wait for me, wait, wait, now, now,” as we climaxed in sync.

It was around the same time when Veronica told me, “I want you to make me squirt.” By then I understand her so well, I knew when she was almost ready to squirt for me as I pleasured her. She was breathing very heavily as I kept on licking her cunt lips as I inserted a finger into her. “Fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, I love it, fuckamycunt.”

“You are a magnificent tongue fuck, I knew you would be, and four years older than me. I love it, so good and so wet,” I managed to mutter as I curled a finger to find her g-spot. Veronica was right on the brink as I withdrew my finger, both of us enjoying the tease. Then repeating it twice. Her body was trembling as she moaned, “Gunna squirt for you hon, gunna squirt, watch me squirt.”

I realised this relationship was outside the norm when we commencing watching each other pee. The first time was after we had fucked when I walked into the bathroom and Veronica was on the toilet peeing. Not a word spoken or any embarrassment as she gave me a wonderful smile, while she continued peeing.

After that it quickly became almost common place and exciting while talking to each other while peeing, our exhibitionist streaks in full play. One day in the shower when she asked, “Would you like a golden shower while you are standing?” An incredibly erotic and exciting experience for me as I watched her release over the new erection she had given me.

When Veronica told me she would like me to meet some of her friends I was intrigued who or what they might be. Pamela, a slightly younger woman than me, was the first on a Friday night. “Veronica has told me lots about you. She promised I could watch you fuck her, we are old friends,” she smiled as she and Veronica were tongue kissing as they undressed each other. Pamela’s naked body was a bonus turn on for me as we looked over each other. A size-10, AC/DC lesbian, short blond hair, slim with a curvy body.

“Veronica and I are very old friends,” she whispered as she tongue kissed me while undressing me and I returned her kisses while Veronica watched on. “I thought Veronica was exaggerating, you really are almost ten-inches, and so thick. Which way are you going to fuck him for me Veronica?” Without a word being said Veronica sat me on a chair facing a wall mirror, then with her back to me, slid herself onto my erection. “You can kiss my back and stroke my ass cheeks while we have tantric sex. I want Pamela to kiss me and suck my nipples at the same time.

“I promised Pamela she could have her way with you if she could give you a second erection today,” Veronica told me as Pamela was licking and sucking her nipples. An hour later Veronica was tongue kissing me with her hands all over me, pinching my nipples, pleasure and pain, as Pamela told us, “So good, your new man really is almost ten-inches, and so thick,” as she teased and edged me to a huge orgasm.

“Did you enjoy meeting Pamela? Were you comfortable with her and I at the same time? Would you like to meet two more of my lady friends?,” Veronica asked on the Wednesday night after I tongue fucked her and she gave me a wonderful blow job. Lots of edging and teasing from both of us as we learnt to maximise each other’s sexual pleasure.

“Or perhaps you might like to meet one of my male friends? Have you ever had a blow job from another man? From another man while a woman was sucking his cock? Would you like that to happen honey? Can I confirm the arrangements I have made with Gary for Friday?”

When Gary arrived I was topless as he watched Veronica oiling my torso. “Get naked for us Gary,” Veronica told him as she kept oiling my torso with special attention to my nipples. He was a good looking boy with a shaved head, a toned, six-pack body, and naked apart from a sexy male g-string with a clip at the side. “Now you, get naked for us,” Veronica told me as she oiled Gary’s torso while I was teasing my cock for both of them

After a few minutes Veronica commenced sucking his cock. Almost immediately he commenced sucking my cock with a hand grasping my ass. as she continued sucking his cock. “I don’t think you have had that before? You were very comfortable though. So was Gary, he was impressed, and turned on with the size of your erection. So was I. Would you like another male to blow you while I join in?”

Then a few days later another male for us. This time an anonymous twenty-five year old boy. “Don’t say a word, Stand with your back to the wall, now open your silk gown. Now put your hands behind your head and enjoy, Soak up the pleasure while a twenty-five year old boy gives you fellatio, a blow job while I watch.” He was a good looking boy with a toned, six-pack body, naked apart from a sexy male g-string with a clip at the side. As he took my erection between his pursed lips Veronica released the clip on his g-string and commenced kissing me the tip of her tongue while I reciprocated. “Do you like looking at his erection while he is blowing you? I do, he is envious of your big thick cock.”

The next week Veronica introduced me to two of her women friends. “I want you to wear these hold up black stockings for me. Are you comfortable doing that for me”, she asked as she helped me slide them on. “Your almost naked body and flaccid cock look magnificent in those stockings. Now get hard for me, really hard. I want you to impress my two women friends as soon as they arrive.”

Shortly after they arrived Veronica and I were naked alongside each other on the couch, holding hands, legs spread as one of her women friends was tongue fucking her while the other one was giving me a wonderful blow job. As we were close to orgasm we commenced tongue kissing, a huge buzz as her friends expertly teased and edged both of us. “Cum with me honey, so good, not yet, so good good, so close, I love it, now honey now,” she moaned as we orgasmed in sync.

When one of Veronica’s lady friends, Jane turned fifty she organised a dinner party for her and six of her besties. Jane was seated at the head of the table with Veronica and I seated either side of her. She was still a most attractive woman, though demurely dressed compared to to the other women. Jane and I fell into easy conversation about everything and nothing. I learnt she was a psychologist when she asked with a wicked smile, “Have you ever had a psychologist?”

After the main course dishes were cleared I could feel Jane’s hand on my knee when she told me, “Veronica told me you have a huge thick cock, almost ten-inches. She makes it sound so exciting. I have never had a man that big.”

“Would like to have him,” Veronica asked with a knowing smile. “We were actually planning some entertainment for your birthday after the desert.”

Veronica and I were the first to finish our desert and we excused ourselves. Just as we had arranged days earlier Veronica rubbed oil over my naked body and handed me my short black silk dressing gown. “My kinky side loves a naked man wearing eyeliner. So do my lady friends,” Veronica told me as she applied some. I want you to have a huge, full on erection wearing your sexiest cock ring, the one you clip under your balls, for Jane and all the other women when you walk in and flash your gown open for them,” she told me as we kissed with our tongue tips as she masturbated me to a full erection. “Give me two minutes to settle down and toast Jane’s birthday.

I could hear Veronica telling her friends, “We all know Jane so well, an outwardly demure and distinguished psychologist by day. And at night the kinkiest, very talented man eater any of us have ever come across. We all know size is important to her ….”

That was my cue to make my entrance and flash my gown open and flaunt my almost ten-inch erection for eight women. “Happy birthday Jane,” Veronica told her as she moved her chair so she could suck my erection with the other women watching side on. Watching the look on the faces of the other women, including my lady Veronica, lust and envy, with my hands behind my head as Jane expertly and skilfully bought me to orgasm with her hands on my ass cheeks was a bonus turn on for me. At one stage she stopped sucking me to whisper, “I pride myself on my blow job skills. And I love turning on my friends while they watch. Do you want me to swallow?”

Two afternoons later Veronica had invited Jane for a return visit. “That was such a turn watching her give you a blow job with our friends watching. They all want to have you after watching her with your big cock. She prides herself on her cunnilingus skills, part of her psychology practice. Today I want us both to have her.”

“Have you had her before? Or has she had you before?” I asked as we showered together.

“Isn’t it obvious,” she smiled.

“I love a naked man wearing eyeliner, we should have done this before, it highlights your feminine side,” Veronica told me as she applied some for me shortly before Jane was due. “You and I are both sexually charged and love pushing our sexual boundaries. Jane is twelve years older than you. Will that be a turn on for you, watching an older woman tongue fucking me while you watch? While I suck your big cock?”

“Happy birthday again Jane,” Veronica smiled as they tongue kissed and I followed suit. “I need some of your psychological healing,” Veronica told her as she took her hand and led her to the dining room. “I am going to sit in the chair you sat in two nights ago. This time I am going to suck my man’s erection while you tongue fuck me.

“You always were so good, outwardly demure, and a pornographers delight for both sexes Jane,” Veronica told her as she undressed her. “Your naked body is still brilliant, a turn on for both of us. Good tits, and your big ass is magnificent, still firm and no dimples.

“She is so good,” Veronica told me afterwards. “Did you enjoy looking at her magnificent big ass while you were sliding your erection between my lips?”

“I want you to meet my twenty-five year old cousin. Erin and I have been kissing cousins ever since she turned eighteen. I told her all about you and I. She asked is he really that big?”

A few days later Erin and Veronica were kissing each other with the tips of their tongues while I watched Erin take the initiative. She was a confident and exciting size-10, shoulder length blond with a trim figure.

“Are you going to keep your promise Veronica?”

“Of course,” she replied as they kept on kissing while slowly undressing each other. Apart from a cup-less bra Erin was naked under her short dress. Gorgeous small tits, wonderful legs and just a tuft of exciting pubic hair.

“Have you ever had a blow job from girl as young as Erin before? Or had a girl as young as her before?” Veronica asked in an agitated voice.

“Isn’t it obvious,” I smiled as I flaunted my erection for both of them, Erin especially.

“Even with my eyes closed I know it’s you licking my cunt lips Veronica. You are so good. The first time you tongue fucked me when I was just eighteen was an epiphany for me. The tip of your tongue on my clit was a sudden and great revelation for me. And years later it gets better every time,” Erin whispered as she ran a hand along my erection.

“Your new man is huge, he really is almost ten-inches, and so thick,” she told Veronica as she ran the tip of my erection over her erect nipples. “Are you going to keep your promise Veronica?”

“Yes, I have always wanted to watch you with a huge erection. Even more exciting with your legs over my shoulders.

“Demonstrate your cunnilingus skills, your blow job skills for him, and me. while I keep on tongue fucking you.

“The first time I had you I never thought I would be watching you giving my man a blow job,” Veronica told her twenty-minutes later as she had her hands on her head directing her lips along my erection. “Suck just the tip and lick it while you slide your thumb tip and a fingertip along his erection. He likes that. Do it harder, harder. Are you going to swallow for us?”

“We have had lots of exciting combinations nut never a male and a female. Would you like that to happen?,” Veronica asked me.

The following week a female and a male. “Don’t say a word, Stand with your back to the wall, now open your silk gown. Now put your hands behind your head and enjoy, Soak up the pleasure while a male and a female give you fellatio, a blow job while I watch.”

My relationship with Veronica was really stretching my sexual boundaries when she told me she had organised another male and female for our sexual pleasure the next Saturday night. “We could have swaps with them. Would you like that?,” she teased as showed me some pics on her phone of a most attractive couple. “They are both thirty-five, younger than us. Peter and Peta.

Earlier on the Saturday Veronica had asked me if I would be comfortable watching another man tongue fucking her while his partner gave me a blow job. “We could watch each other receiving oral sexual pleasure. What are your preferences? What would turn you on the most? Watching a male tongue fuck me or watching a woman tongue fuck me. Or to phrase the question in reverse, would you prefer to watch a female sucking your cock or watch a man sucking your cock?”

Veronica and I were almost naked as we stood opposite each other, legs spread, our backs to a wall. She in heels, black stockings and a garter belt. Me in a crotchless black jockstrap with a full on erection. We had walked into the room holding hands dressed in short, matching black, silk dressing gowns, no belts before the male and female removed them for us.

“I promised both of you he was almost ten-inches,” Veronica told them as I posed hands on hips for them.

So exciting for both of us, after all our sexual combinations I had never watched Veronica being sexually pleasured by another man. A combination of jealousy and carnal lust as Peta and I watched her man kneel between Veronica’s legs and commence tongue fucking her. Initially just his tongue probing her cunt lips as she arched her body forward to soak up the pleasure, before he wrapped his arms along her legs and she placed her hand on his head ti increase her pleasure.

I had never had an erection quite like the one I had when Peta commenced sucking my erection while I watched her man tongue fucking my lady.

The next week a similar scenario, though this time two attractive men. “Don’t say a word, Stand with your back to the wall, now open your silk gown. Now put your hands behind your head and enjoy, Soak up the pleasure while a male gives you fellatio, a blow job while I watch. While his mate tongue fucks me.”

“You do realise after all the combinations we have enjoyed for our sexual pleasure we never had one of the most basic combinations. Something most couples fantasise about, I know I fantasise about it,” Veronica told me.

“I think you mean you want one of your friends to watch us fucking,” I replied as I watched closely for her reaction. “Or some of your friends?”

“Yes, some of my friends. Two of the women from the birthday party and their toyboys. They both have much younger male lovers who would like to watch us perform for them, the toyboys are especially keen to compare with you.

The arrangements were made for the next Friday night in the house of one of the women from the birthday party. Our main host Janine, showed us into a spare bedroom so we could prepare. Veronica stressed she wanted us to dress to impress for our audience. “So kinky, a naked man wearing eyeliner,” she told me as she applied some for me. I intended wearing low cut, skin tight, silk slacks. So low low my pubes were showing, so tight the erection I wanted her to give me before we appeared would be obvious after she oiled my torso.

Veronica was naked as I watched her prepare. Sexy black garter belt, stockings to match, heels, and some expensive perfume. “Less is more, I will put my short diaphanous negligee on after I have you fully erect. You realise our audience wants to confirm you have a thick, almost ten-inch cock. And they want to watch us fucking. Let’s make it exciting for them, and us,” she told me as she pinched my nipples while using an oily hand on my almost fully erect cock.

“Can I come in?,” Janine asked as she walked in, this time with her toyboy in tow, after Veronica slipped on her short diaphanous negligee and kept on using an oily hand on my now fully erect cock. “Wow, I have wanted to look at your huge cock again ever since the dinner party. So does my toyboy lover.

“I told you he was almost ten-inches, my boy is envious, so am I,” Janine whispered as Veronica kept on using an oily hand on my now fully erect cock poking through the tight opening in my low cut, skin tight, silk slacks as I enjoyed flaunting it for Janine and her boy.

“Which way are you going to fuck for us?,” Janine teased as she kissed me, then Veronica with the tip of her tongue.

We are both sexual exhibitionists and were looking forward to making an entrance for our small audience, two women in their forties and their much younger toyboys. Janine’s toyboy was holding holding Veronica’s hand and Janine mine when we entered. The toyboy’s hands were shaking as he removed Veronica’s negligee and ogled her naked body apart from her sexy black garter belt, stockings to match, heels, and some expensive perfume.

“Show us all your big thick cock,” Janine whispered as she opened the slit in my silk slacks and teased out my erection and balls. “Which way are you going to fuck for us?,” Janine asked again as Veronica and I enjoyed the two women and their toyboys ogling our bodies.

Just as we had requested there was a sturdy desk Veronica could lean on as four people watched me slowly slide my erection into her, doggy style, from behind. We were both watching the two women and their toyboys for their reaction. They didn’t disappoint us as the two women masturbated their tomboys while watching us fucking.

“Janine wants to invite us around again,” Veronica told me the next day. “She and her lady friend want to have you, share you. And the two toyboys want to share me. What should I tell them? Yes or no?”

“Use some negotiating skills, ask them what they can offer as a sweetener.”

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ANGELINA, MICHELLE AND ABILENE

Hi, there……. I have been writing my own stories for quite a long time. So now i thought that it is time i try something new. So i am just trying to write a short one. If you guys like it then fine i will continue the story or else lesbians here please message me in the private message i need some suggestions thnx… enjoy!!!!!!!!!
P.S. I have left new york since a long time so plzz forgive me if i am making any mistakes regarding the lanes and places
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It was the new moon night. The whole city of new york was sleeping. the sky was pitch black. only occasional cries of bats and distant wolves could be heard. A creepy cold wind was blowing, making whistling noises which can make anyone shiver with spookiness. As the sky was becoming darker with passing time, the Lincolnshire Lane was becoming more of a haunted lane. The black shadows of the tall buildings were covering the lane like big ghosts or ogres standing above it ready to pounce. It was late midnight. Michelle an 11th grade girl couldn’t sleep because of fear. She and her divorced sister have just shifted in 122-C Lincolnshire lane. Their parents have already parted ways long ago and either of them had denied keeping Michelle, who finally went to her sister. Michelle was sitting inside her blanket afraid that someone might sneak inside and steal something. She was so scared that soon she had to go to the washroom to get off. Slowly, trying not to make any noise, she got down from the bed. and without the slippers sprinted on toes towards the washroom. As she neared her sister’s room she heard faint noises, as if somebody was in agony or pain but still quite happy. Michelle thought about masturbation, she had seen on the net, porn stars masturbating. She had tried herself once or twice too but the feeling was so inexplicable that she dare not did it further. But she couldn’t think of her sis doing this. Curious, she peeped through the keyhole, and was dumbstruck at what she saw. Two hunks, one completely black and the other awesomely white were on her sis. Both the guys had dicks as big and as thick as someone’s can be. The black guy was fucking her sis in the ass doggy style, she remembered from those videos on porn sites. And the white had his dick all inside her sis’s mouth face fucking her. And on that Michelle was awestruck seeing his sister behave and talk like a slut with them. Unconsciously her hands went down to her thighs and started masturbating her already wet cunt. She ran silently to the loo to ejaculate.
As she entered the washroom she saw something was amiss. Every item was shattered her and there, and the astonishing part is that, they didn’t get to hear a single sound. As she started picking up the soap case and the bar, she saw something red leading inside the bathroom. At first she thought it was some dye. But as she looked from a little more nearer, she saw that it was blood. She thought she was going berserk. Finally gathering courage she started leading towards the bathroom with the bloodstream. As she approached the curtain she was aware of a figure sitting inside. She said the final prayer and dragged away the curtains. To her great relief there was no one. But the blood stream was flowing inside the drain. continuously. As she bent down to examine, she became conscious of someone standing behind her. But before she could turn a hand came on top of her. Another hand started rubbing her already wet clit, while she thought of something like a dagger bite her neck. Slowly as her orgasm was built, the dagger was going inside. And as she came for the first time in her life the dagger like object which she was quite aware now is teeth, went all inside her neck and all was black before her.

Angelina stood up after lying Michelle inside the bath tub. She looked around the room and was aware of what she did to it to get this one girl. She swished her hand in air and all the items were in their places in a blink. Quite happy with her work she picked up Michelle, opened the window and jumped down from the 33rd floor of the 35 storey building without a second thought. Just as she got out of the window, Abilene, her sister came inside wildly fucking the black guy before both of them collapsed inside the bathtub.

Michelle woke up in the middle of some strange sound but couldn’t open her heavy eyes. The last thing she remembered before she was flying down her bathroom window was her dripping cunt, which without warning pissed all over the windows while flying down with someone who was wearing as much as she wore. A loin cloth to cover both of their cunts. And it was again all black As the woman hit the ground without a single noise.

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Hey guys, i just though of this gothic idea, if you like to hear it then please tell me!! And yeah, lesbian writers please i need some advice thnx!!!!!!!!!!!11

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This was originally submitted as part of a novel-length story

MAGDA’S SACRIFICE

The men carried or dragged their victims through the main hall and back to the kitchen, smearing great trails of blood behind them. Magda stood obediently at Dmitri’s side, her luscious body gory and befouled, gazing at him with naked adoration. He clapped his hands twice and Alexandra stepped into the hall and came towards them. Nude save for thigh-length leather boots and a silver necklace; she carried a black suede bag over her shoulder.

“Call us when she is ready” Dmitri told her and followed after the others.

Alone in the hall, the two women faced each other, Magda a full head taller. Without a word, Alexandra took her bag over to a plain table at the side of the room and proceeded to lay out a variety of canes, switches and vicious whips. Magda stood where Dmitri had left her and watched, her high breasts rising and falling. Tiny streams of moisture ran from her cunt, cutting streaks down her blood-stained thighs. Alexandra returned, smiling warmly, and broke the silence.

“I am going to oil you. You will feel the lashes more keenly” she said and, laying a delicate hand on her victim’s shoulder she guided her gently down to the floor and had her sit back, open legged. Her cross pendant swung before Magda’s eyes as she bent over her.

“You wear the Yellow Sign” Magda gasped as she made out the curious symbol at its centre, picked out in sapphires. A faraway look came into Alexandra’s eyes.

“I had it from his own hand” she said, “and it is mounted on a crucifix”. There was a shared moment of silence before she collected herself. “Your hair is so beautiful” she said, taking ivory combs from the bag. She piled the shimmering, copper curls on top of Magda’s head to bare her neck and shoulders then poured a pool of scented oil into the palm of her hand. She sighed and chewed her lip as Alexandra’s hands ranged over her shoulders, arms and breasts, working the oil and blood evenly into her smooth flesh with exquisite tenderness.

Lingering over the erect nipples, Alexandra leant forward and brushed her lips up Magda’s throat to breathe in her ear “There are scourges of stiffened, knotted leather, long bullwhips and flails tipped with steel hooks – razor sharp”. She closed her eyes, purring while Alexandra rubbed the whole flask of oil from the nape of her neck to the tips of her toes, rolling the yielding body over to knead her buttocks and crotch, making her inner thighs slippery with a mixture of oil and her own juices. Alexandra pressed her lips against Magda’s all the while, breathing into her panting mouth and licking at the tip of her tongue. At last her whole body shone slick and glossy. Magda moaned deeply, desperately bucking her groin against the soft fingers stroking oil into her clit and Alexandra took her lower lip between sharp, white teeth to tease at it wickedly for a moment before kissing her deeply and passionately. Breaking away she took Magda’s hands and led her from the floor over to the centre of the hall where a pair of iron manacles hung by great loops of chain from the rafters; Magda locked her own wrists into place – already at the perfect height – while Alexandra knelt solicitously to secure her ankles to a spreading-bar. Magda stood tip-toed, limbs outspread, her round breasts thrusting forward with every breath she took. Stepping back, also panting and wide-eyed with arousal, Alexandra brushed Magda’s auburn hair away from her face.

“She is ready” she called out. Taking three steps backwards she stood with her hands behind her head and her legs apart, waiting for further orders. Dmitri led the men into the hall, his mouth and beard drenched with blood. They were all naked now – red-handed and spattered with gore – and they went straight to the whips. Running a plaited single-tail over his hand thoughtfully Dmitri spoke without looking up.

“Bring vodka and ice”. Alexandra ran to fetch them. Andrei ***********ed a long willow switch and chopped it through the air, making a fearsome swish. The others looked around briefly before turning back to the choice of implements before them but he cut the air again, more viciously, and started towards Magda. She groaned. Andrei traced the line of her jaw with his strong fingers then seized her face and stared into her eyes. She held his gaze but let her long lashes fall and moaned again, low in her throat, when he flicked the end of the switch across her aching nipples, first one then the other.

“Look at me!” he hissed. Her eyes followed him as he moved back and to the side, giving himself room to swing. She licked her lips. He sliced the switch through the air again and then turned to the others. “Shall we wait for the vodka?” he asked. Dmitri had set the whip aside and was holding a bundle of birches up to the light, turning it back and forth. He shrugged his massive shoulders.

“As you will” he said casually.

Without warning, Andrei span around and brought a metre of wickedly supple willow whistling into Magda’s inner thigh. She had barely time to gasp before the switch described a fine figure-of-eight and cut into her other thigh at the same height, with the same devastating force. He landed poised on the balls of his feet with a dancer’s grace. Dull red welts stood out immediately on Magda’s alabaster thighs; her beautiful face contorted in agony and she strained her arms and legs against her bonds, fighting for breath. Andrei went to take a glass of vodka from Alexandra’s silver tray without a backward glance, placing the switch back whence it came. “Interesting” he remarked and sipped at his drink. Dmitri passed the birch to Pierre who nodded, drained his vodka and walked over to Magda. She twisted in her bonds to watch over her shoulder when he moved behind her.

“Keep your eyes to the front” he ordered quietly and she obeyed at once, turning her face towards the group. She took a deep breath and held it, waiting, looking from one to another and then there was a brief hiss and a sharp crack. Her hips were driven forward and the air escaped from her lungs – Pierre’s wiry body had spun right around in a circle as he struck the backs of her thighs with all his strength. Too quickly, Magda resumed her original position, taking her weight with her chained wrists and offering her arse up to invite the next blow. Pierre stood behind her, pulling her body against his with a long, hairy arm and held the birch up to her face.

“That made you wet” he challenged, and she nodded helplessly. Dmitri’s harsh laugh echoed around the hall. He strode over and seized the bar spreading Magda’s ankles, lifting it easily to chest height. She hung almost parallel to the ground but angled somewhat towards Pierre, who brought the birch down hard onto her tensed buttocks. He beat her again and again. Her soft cries became harsher and her breathing heavier until she turned her head and sank her teeth into the flesh of her upper arm, groaning. Pierre’s face was a demonic mask of glee as splinters of birch twig flew around the twisting form and her arse reddened and then turned purple under the punishment.

“Forget the birch” Dmitri commanded as he let the bar fall. He turned to Leon and said, “Let her taste steel”. Leon grinned, taking the cold, metal handle of a cruel scourge made from very fine braids of whipcord tipped with bright, sharp hooks. He waited while Pierre threw the birch contemptuously into a corner and strode back to join the others then he moved slowly forward to face her, holding the scourge before him at shoulder height.

“These whips will kill you.” Leon said, coldly “We will use them at the end, but we want you to know what to expect”. There was terror in her eyes at the sight of the cruel wire hooks, but she waited quietly and obediently to welcome their kiss. He struck and the scourge cut through the air almost noiselessly to wrap around both hips, clinging to her flesh for a moment before falling away and leaving nine deep, bloody cuts across her glowing skin. Her face was expressionless at first, then her brow furrowed in pain and she bit her lip. Her lightly muscled shoulders and arms tensed and her knuckles were white as she clutched in desperation at the chains suspending her. Then it was Grigori’s turn. He set down his glass, took up one of the bullwhips and indicated the others to his friends.

“Shall we begin?” he asked and went to stand beside where Magda hung passively, watching them wide-eyed. The others followed him and formed a ring around their victim, Dmitri standing directly in front of her with his whip trailing behind him across the flagstones. She looked around her, back to Dmitri, and then up at the vaulted ceiling – bracing her body for the coming ordeal. Grigori’s whip landed first, cutting into her back and wrapping around to smack into her bosom. A white stripe ran from her left nipple, over the curve of her right breast, around her ribs and across the small of her back. She had barely started to voice her pain when she caught her breath again at the bite of Andrei’s whip slicing down with devastating accuracy across her round buttocks and around her right thigh into the fork of her crotch. She was allowed a few seconds to take a lungful of air and release it in a howl of anguished abandon before Dmitri’s whip cracked viciously down the length of her oiled flesh from shoulder to calf and drove the air from her again.

The whips rained down on her from all sides but the men were long practiced and kept the timing and direction random; first she would endure six strokes coming in rapid succession from one side, and then she would be made to hang panting and weeping for a brief eternity until a length of whipcord from elsewhere cut into her without warning. Magda’s soft flesh was crisscrossed with terrible welts and she began a long, keening moan; Pierre slammed his whip across both of her nipples in one cruel stroke and her bladder emptied in great spurts to pool steaming between her legs on the cold floor. At this, Dmitri stepped up to her and, staring into her eyes the while, drove his fingers brutally into her cunt. She cried softly when he withdrew them and put them to her mouth to be licked and sucked clean. “

It is time” he told the others, still holding her gaze, and they came back from the table with the steel-tipped scourges. Smiling, he took one and stepped back.

“Not the face,” said Andrei, “that must be preserved” and he slashed his scourge viciously across Magda’s shoulder blades, sending a fine spray of blood spattering across the floor.

Her screams began to falter and quaver as the steel wire cut into her slender thighs and the soft swell of her belly, her breasts and back, down her flanks and up into her crotch; she was coated with so much blood that the individual cuts were no longer visible. The men finally rested when she stopped twisting and writhing and her chin fell to her chest. Then Dmitri stood before her with the braquemard until she sensed his presence and raised her head. She had just enough breath to gasp the words.

“The Pallid Mask” she breathed, before Dmitri took careful aim and slammed the blade under her ribs and upwards, then reached surely into the wound to pull the heart out of her chest and up to his mouth. His eyes closed in inexpressible bliss as her blood ran down his chin.

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My lady Sarah and are having a bath together early on a Tuesday night when she asks, “Are you going to make love to me tonight, or just fuck me?”

“Both baby,” I tell her aroused at the tone of the her question and the way she framed her question. The smile and inflection in her voice when she articulates the ‘fuck’ word is always a buzz for me and our lovers.

In the afterglow she asked if she could tell me about one of her sexual fantasies, something she is very good at articulating.

“We are both naked sitting on high stools facing each other. We are both going to watch each other receive oral sex from people we have never met before.

“A male we have never met before is standing behind me teasing my nipples with his fingertips. His lady is watching as she prepares to tongue fuck me.

“Or perhaps a female we have never met before is is standing behind me teasing my nipples with her fingertips. Her man is watching as he prepares to tongue fuck me.

“And the same for you. A male we have never met before is teasing your nipples with his fingertips. His lady is watching as she prepares to give you a blow job.

“Or perhaps, a female we have never met before is standing behind you teasing your nipples with her fingertips. Her man is watching as he prepares to give you a blow job.”

“Or perhaps two men for me and two women for you. Which would you prefer?”

“Watching two men pleasuring you. Your turn on is my turn on. You know I love watching another man tongue fucking you.

“That could be very exciting for us baby. Do you have anyone in mind?,” I ask.

“My girl friend Alexis and her man Alex have us in mind. And they have another couple organised. This Saturday, two-thirty in their large house.

We made a point of arriving a little late to heighten the sexual tension for six people. Very impressive house in an expensive neighbourhood.

“It’s been too long Sarah,” Alexis smiles as she kisses Sarah and she responds. “And you must be Roger, I have heard lots of good things about you,” Alexis smiles as she kisses me.

She leads us to dimly lit room. The only furniture is full length wall mirrors on all the walls and more on the ceiling. And two stools facing each other.

“This is my man Alex and our friends Briony and Brian. They are both fifteen-years younger than us.” Alexis tells us as they look us over.

The women are both wearing heels, dressed in identical short, tight above the knee black cocktail dresses.

Wonderful legs and asses, both of them.

The men are both agitated, obviously sexually aroused, wearing identical, black, high waisted jock straps, that highlight their taut tanned bodies as they run oil over each others torsos. I watch on as Sarah looks closely at the bulges in their jock straps, then their exposed naked asses as they become even more agitated.

“Would you like to shower first?,” Alexis asks before she shows us to a large bathroom. “You are still an exciting woman Sarah,” she smiles as she watches us undress. “And I can see why you are rapt in your man,” she smiles as I enjoy her ogling my no longer flaccid cock before she departs.

As few minutes later Sarah and I walk into the mirror room holding hands with towels around our waists. As ever Sarah has made a point of wearing killer heels to accentuate her legs. She is in her element and the centre of attention as two males and two females ogle her wonderful thighs, tits and erect nipples.

Wonderful sexual tension as we tongue kiss with two excited couples watching. We are both very aroused as we kiss with just the tips our tongues. We love an audience. Always the exhibitionist Sarah tugs her towel and it falls to the floor to show her naked body.

“Oh wow, that ass is magnificent,” both men exclaim in unison.

Then she tugs my towel and it falls to the floor.

“Oh wow, that cock, he is magnificent,” both women exclaim in unison as they ogle my almost fully erect cock.

Then the two men, “Fuck he is hung, really hung,” as I take pleasure in stroking my cock for two men and their women.

“Showtime,” Alexis smiles as Sarah and I settle on the stools, legs spread, the centre of attention for two couples as they ogle our naked bodies.

“What are your preferences Sarah?,” Alexis asks.

“Two men, one standing behind me teasing my nipples while the other tongue fucks me.”

“Would you like Brian or my man to tongue fuck you?”

“Brian, the thought of a much younger man tongue fucking me while a fifteen year older man teases my nipples has great appeal to me.”

“Tell me what you want and would like from me Sarah?,” Brian asks as he licks the insides of her thighs.

“You haven’t told me Sarah, tell me what you want,” he asks again as his tongue teases her clit.

“I want you to lick my cunt, a tongue fuck and make me orgasm. I am multi-orgasmic.”

“And you Roger, who would you like to provide your blow job.”

“You please Alexis, the thought of a much younger woman watching you blow me, while she teases my nipples has great appeal. Especially with your man watching as he teases my lady’s nipples.

“For me too,” Briony adds. “You have the biggest erection I have ever seen.”

“I love it, just love it,” Sarah is moaning as Brian is licking her cunt lips, one leg over his shoulder with a foot on his back, while fifteen-year older Alex is teasing her erect nipples with his fingertips.

A strange though very pleasurable experience having my cock expertly sucked by a woman as I ogle her man’s erection while he is teasing my lady’s nipples. My cock is reacting just I hoped, a fully erect, nine-inches and thick. Very thick, I can see and feel the veins bulging.

“That is so good, so fucking good,”Sarah whispers after Alex takes some ice cubes from the bowl close by and teases her nipples with it.

Brian follows and puts some ice cubes in his mouth, then manages to slide one along Sarah’s cunt lips before he resumes licking her cunt lips with his icy tongue.

“Would you like that?” Alexis asks as she watches out the corner of her eye.

“Would you,” Briony adds. Without waiting for an answer she is teasing my nipples with ice cubes.

“My man taught me this,” Alexis smirks as she puts some ice in her mouth, then resumes sucking me.

“Have you ever had that before?”

“No, absolute fucking magic,” I reply providing the answer she wants as I recall other women who have done it to me. Though not while I watched two men pleasuring my lady.

“Masturbate for me Alex, I love watching a man masturbating for me while another man is tongue fucking me,” Sarah whispers as she orgasms for the first time. “You realise I am multi-orgasmic,” she smiles as Alex responds.

“Happy to oblige, very happy,” he moans he as rubs oil over his very erect cock and commences.

The next day, a Sunday, we had a long sensuous bath together. No mention from either of us about the sexual pleasure we shared the previous day while we watched porn clips on a big screen. Sarah had far more interest in the lesbian ones, though she did enjoy those with two women and one man.

Then the same on the Monday night. “No oral sex until Saturday baby, though you can fuck me every night until Thursday.” Sarah smiles wickedly on the Tuesday. Do you know why no oral sex until Saturday?”

“Let me guess, you and Alexis have unfinished business. She wants to tongue fuck you.” I reply having overheard two phone conversations.

“Can you handle that baby?,” Sarah teases. “She wants you to watch and be part of it.”

Wonderful sex that night, our first since the Saturday. “I was so horny, so fucking horny and turned on after watching a much younger man tongue fuck you on Saturday, while a hung naked man, older than us masturbated for you. You were so turned on. I had never seen you with that look on your face,” I tell her truthfully in the afterglow.

“So was I, while I watched Alexis giving you a blow job as he tongue fucked me. Very exciting. Even more exciting for me anticipating her tongue fucking me on Saturday,” she tells me.

In the afterglow of our sex on the Wednesday and Thursday Sarah and I discussed and agreed on what we could do to make Alexis’s visit memorable.

No sex on the Friday we agreed reluctantly. We both want to enjoy Alexis’s visit to the max.

I let Alexis into our condo wearing the short, black silk, dressing gown Sarah gave me. She has a smaller, similar one. We have both deliberately ‘lost’ the belts for situations such as this – so we can flaunt our sex for our guests. Today it is real buzz for me as Alexis kisses me and ogles my partly naked body.

She is wearing heels and very short black cocktail dress with a long zipper at the back. Obviously no bra.

“Sarah is waiting for you in our sex room,” I tell her.

“Wow, mirrors on all the walls and ceiling. And just a huge bed with a thick pillow and a stool,” Alexis exclaims as she takes in her new surroundings before Sarah appears wearing heels and her very short, black silk, dressing gown. Always the exhibitionist, she has the gown wide open so her nipples and shaved cunt are showing. Her legs and glorious thighs have never looked more appealing.

“We have unfinished business Sarah,” are the only words Alexis utters before they are are passionately tongue kissing. Just as we had arranged I stand behind Sarah and slide her gown off, leaving her naked.

Then, just as Sarah had asked, (‘I want you to undress her for me while we are kissing’), I stand behind Alexis and slowly slide the zipper down and help her shrug out of her dress. I have a full on, thick, nine-inch erection as I undo the clip of her g-string and it falls to her ankles.

I can’t help myself as I run my hands over her ass while I kiss her neck – something Sarah had not asked me to do.

Then as we had agreed, I kneel and lick and kiss Sarah’s magnificent ass cheeks, always a buzz for me satiating my ass fetish, while Alexis is tongue kissing her.

Sarah and Alexis are still kissing as Sarah lays on the bed with her ass on the thick pillow, legs spread.

“Tell me what you are going to do to me?,” she whispers as she teases her nipples while Alexis is licking the insides of her thighs, with her arms wrapped around them. She really does excel at sexy conversations while being pleasured. So do I, a huge extra turn on.

“I am going to fuck you with my tongue Sarah. I want to bring you to orgasm. At least six times,” Alexis replies as I lick and suck Sarah’s nipples – just as she requested.

Then exactly as Sarah requested, as Alexis commences licking her cunt lips we are tongue kissing with the tips of our tongues.

Then exactly as Sarah requested, just as Alexis brings her to orgasm for the first time with her tongue, I slide my throbbing, full on erection between her pursed lips.

“Your pleasure is my pleasure baby,” I whisper each time she orgasms for Alexis as I slide my erection between her lips.

Two, three, four, five times as Alexis slides a finger into her while licking her.

“This will be six for you baby, just as Alexis promised, I have been counting,” I tell Sarah as I watch Alexis slide a second finger into her well past the second knuckle.

I can’t see it but I am imagining Alexis curling her fingers to find Sarah’s g-spot.

I can’t hold out much longer. This is my first oral sex for a week. Sarah’s also. “Swallow baby, please?,” I am almost begging as Sarah gives a thumbs up. Her whole body is trembling. She is making almost animal noises as she squirts and I hit the back of her throat.

“My two men told me to tell you they would like to have you again Sarah,” Alexis smiles in the afterglow as they tease each other with their fingertips.

“Why not, as long as they include my man,” Sarah smiles cryptically with a smirk. “Is that fine by you baby? How soon would you like it to happen? Last tine two men pleasured me. Perhaps one each next time?”

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A straight girl is mind-controlled to be a lezzie camwhore to raise money for her college!

​ Clara’s Mind-Controlling Tweets

Chapter Thirteen: Schoolgirl Becomes a Camwhore

By mypenname3000

Commissioned by n1one

Copyright 2021

Clara hated the dean at my college. He was just the worst.

And he deserved to have perverted rumors about him. Rumors that would destroy his career. He did nothing for Clara when she reported the bullying to him. Nothing. But now that her tweets were believed like gospel and everyone played along, like how everyone now claimed those smart girls had become bimbo sluts and were only succeeding through anal.

It was so much fun.

Clara lay on her bed, staring up at her phone. She had so many followers on Twitter now. Over ten thousand of them now. She was getting to be so popular, she was thinking of applying to get herself a Blue Check Mark.

Her fingers went to work.

“Did you know the school budget got cut again, so the dean is going to pick 20 lucky girls to be the official school camgirls? Sure beats a bake sale! #jobtraining #fuckonfilm #schoolgirl2camgirl”

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Becca

“The dean would like to see you in his office,” the text message read.

I swallowed. Was he finally going to take seriously how Officer Lance gives me a facial every day even when I don’t wear makeup? Not a bit. He always makes me take my top and bra off, too, covering my large tits in cum. It sucked that I had the biggest tits in school. Just sucked so much. It wasn’t fair that the lecherous security guard got to violate me under the guise of his makeup check.

No one wore too much makeup any longer unless they were facial sluts. Girls who wanted to walk around dripping in jizz. This school was so fucked up. Rebecca Goldstein just became an airhead who’d rather masturbate in class than pay attention. She had all male teachers so she still kept that GPA through sex.

The feminists had all gone crazy. They were jumping on any girl that wasn’t a subservient whore to men, telling them that liberation came through kneeling on the ground and begging a guy to fuck you in the ass and then the pussy, and that wearing a man’s collar was the ultimate goal of feminism. They wanted to be little more than sex slaves, eschewing the “traditional” gender role of wife and mother in favor of disgusting whore.

As I walked through the halls, I passed a nerdy guy that had two girls clinging to his arms, both wearing engagement bands. Then I strode by one of the pregnant cheerleaders who had gotten knocked up by this other nerd who they fucked after all their practices. Even more disgusting, the school’s quarterback walked by with his twin sisters behind him, both of them pregnant, too, with shirts that read, “Bred by My Big Brother.”

I almost blundered into Officer Lance, but he was face-fucking that goth girl that insisted on wearing full makeup and white foundation. He was fucking the hell out of her face, grunting and groaning as the goth slut loved it.

I finally managed to reach the dean’s office. I was so ready to quit. To tell Dean Pheleps that I was down with this stupid school. I wanted to go to one where I could wear some makeup and not have to worry about an insane security officer skull-fucking my face every day.

This school was the worst.

“You can go right in, Becca,” the secretary said. She could wear makeup. Officer Lance could only go for us coeds.

“Thanks,” I said and opened the door to the dean’s office.

He sat behind his desk, a balding man with a thick, brown mustache on his upper lip. It made him look like some creep from the seventies. Like he shouldn’t be allowed around anyone not an adult. I was surprised Chris Hansen hadn’t popped in and asked him to sit down.

“Oh, Becca, wonderful,” he said, his hands folded before him.

“Is this about my complaints against Officer Lance?” I asked, sitting down on my seat, my big boobs jiggling in my crop top. I hardly ever wore a bra any longer. I had to take my top off every day. Sometimes twice.

“We looked it into it,” said the dean, “and it’s all up to Officer Lance if he feels a girl has too much makeup on.”

“I don’t even wear any,” I said.

He leaned in. “You don’t? Well, you have amazing skin then. You look flawless.”

I glowered at him. “Then why am I here?”

“The school has an exciting opportunity for you,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “There is an exchange program with Oxford in the UK, and we were wondering if you’d like to study abroad for a semester. We think you are a perfect fit for this program.”

“You mean, get out of this school?”

“Yeah.” He smiled. “We do have to do a fundraiser. We’re going to have a bake sale to get some cash to do this. You’ll have to be a big help.”

“Of course,” I said. “I’d love to.” My heart beat with such joy. I couldn’t wait to get out of here. “When—” My phone beeped. I ignored it. “When do we get started with the bake sale?”

“Bake sale?” He looked at me confused. Then he lifted his phone. “Bev, send in Ruri.”

The door opened and a Japanese girl I didn’t know stepped in. She was clearly a student here, a petite thing wearing a tight t-shirt that molded to her little breasts. It was clear she had no bra on. Her skirt was short and pleated, a tartan affair. She also had on such heavy makeup. She must want to get caught by Officer Lance.

“Ruri here will be your partner,” the dean said. “We thought her petite form and your busty figure would be the perfect contrast for your performance.”

“Er, performance?” I asked.

“For the fundraiser.” The dean stared at me. “The one you just agreed to.”

“Right, the bake sale.”

“Bake sale?” He shook his head. “No, no, you two are going to be camgirls for the school starting today. You’ll go live here in a few minutes. We want you to put on a great show with each other to raise a lot of money for the school. We’re having some budget problems. I decided that twenty girls would be perfect to become camgirls for the school.”

“You mean…” I swallowed. “Have sex on camera.”

“Oh, yes,” Ruri cooed. She perched on the edge of the desk and crossed her legs. She had on long, fake eyelashes. “Me and you are going to go at it hot and heavy for all the pervs out there.”

“Schoolgirls to camgirls,” added the dean. “I told you about it when you walked in.”

“No, you didn’t,” I gasped. “You were talking about sending me to Oxford.”

“Oxford?” He looked so confused. “Why would we send a girl there. That’s a serious school. No, no, we’re giving you a chance for some future job training while making money for the school. You’ll get some easy credits out of it, too.”

“Job training?” I stood up. “You think that being a camgirl is job training?” I was so furious.

“Of course.” He fumbled around and then pulled out a folder. “Our numbers show that 7 out of 10 girls that graduate from our college go on to open up OnlyFans pages and become camwhores. Might as well get you some experience. I mean, with tits as big as yours, you’ll be opening up your OnlyFans page before much longer.”

“What?” I asked.

“Let’s go,” Ruri said, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me from the desk. “We’re all set up over here. This is going to be awesome.”

“But… but…” I spurted. “This isn’t right. I’ll refuse. I’m not here to become a camwhore. I’m here to get an education. I won’t do this!”

“Are you sure?” He gave me serious look. “You’re on academic probation as it is. Refuse, and you’ll be kicked out. A black mark. Every college will turn you down.”

My blood ran cold. “But I’m not on academic probation.”

“Well, all I have to do is add a little note to your file and…” He smiled at me. The threat in his eyes. He would do that to me. He would ruin me.

I slumped, the fight melting out of me as Ruri dragged me from the room. I couldn’t believe this was happening. How could the school want me to be a camgirl for money? That was insane? What was wrong with this institution.

“Ruri, you can’t be cool with this,” I groaned.

“What?” She threw a look back at me. “This is my chance to be a breakout hit and use that to get a porn career and my OnlyFans page up and running. Ooh, I knew I should have gone to that stripper presentation. I hear Georgia and Brenda are making out as bandits with their lesbian exotic dancer act. Me and you, Becca, this is our chance to be just as famous.”

“I don’t want to be part of a lesbian sex act,” I moaned. “I’m straight.”

“Ooh, yes, yes,” purred Ruri. “That’s great. But save that for when we are performing. That’ll make the chat go wild if they think I’m forcing you to be my lezzie slut.”

“But you are!”

She dragged me down a hallway with names like “Studio A,” “Studio B,” “Studio C,” etc. We stopped at Studio F. She opened the door and dragged me into what looked like a little girl’s room. But only part of it. A bed with stuffed animals. Some lacy curtains behind it. A shelf. It was all cutesy where the camera could see it. That set on a tripod aimed at the bed and the pink-painted wall behind it. The paint sort of petered out, the walls unfinished in the second half of the room.

There was a computer next to the camera turned to face the bed. A chat window was there. People were already chatting while a timer counted down from 58 seconds. I shuddered as I realized this room was about to go live.

assfucker: God, I can’t wait for this to get started. Bring on the tits! I want to see some fucking boobies!

big_jizzie: Right! Right! Titties! I want to see some lezzie whores dyking out!

clitflicker: My clit is so fucking hard right now. I’m so wet. Bring on the lezzie whores.

pillowqueenz: Yes, yes, going to frig my cunt so hard. Ooh, I love watching fucking dyke shows!

assfucker: Schoolgirl dykes! That’s so fucking hot.

shadeenuts: almost there. I’m so fucking hard right now.

clitflicker: Bring on the hotties! I want to see the hotties. Oh, yes, yes, here we go. Schoolgirl dykes!

lesteroth: Show fucking time!

mamaboobz: I hope there are big boobs. I love big boobs. Playing with my big boobs right now!

Don’t just stand there,” purred Ruri. Get down to your bra and panties and get on the bed.”

“I’m not wearing any bra,” I groaned, swallowing as she stared at me. Then I unsnapped my jeans. “I’ll take my pants off, okay. But I’m not going to be any good at this. I’m not gay. I’m straight.”

“You let me worry about that,” Ruri said and peeled off her t-shirt. She had small titties with hard, dark-brown nipples. She left her skirt on, that swirl of tartan barely covered anything. “Move it!”

She was so intense. So in command. I couldn’t believe it. I swallowed and peeled off my jeans. I lay on my back, my heart pounding in my chest. More comments were flying up and down the chat window. The timer was down to seven seconds. I shuddered and fell on the bed, lying on my side. I didn’t know what to do. How to pose myself. I could see myself on the screen, looking so awkward.

Three, two, one, and then it went live. The camera turned on, a red light on it. I shuddered as the chat exploded. Text appeared and flew by for a moment. I swallowed. What was I supposed to do here? I squirmed.

Then Ruri crawled into view. “Hello boys and girls,” she purred. “I have a naughty show for you. I’m Ruri, and this straight, little bitch is Becca. She’s scared of pussy and tits and all that stuff. But she’s wandered into my territory.

mamaboobz: Fuck yes! Lesbian domination. Ooh, you make that straight slut gay with those little titties!

shadeenuts: Fapping hard. I am fapping hard. Dominate that straight bitch! You’re so cute, Ruri!

lesteroth: Marry me, Ruri! Marry me!

“Eww,” Ruri said and grimaced. “Why would I want to marry someone with a cock when I can play with yummy pussies.”

pillowqueenz: I have a pussy. Marry me, Ruri! Marry me!

“Maybe,” she cooed. “But I have this straight, little bitch to fuck here.”

“Please, I don’t want to do this,” I moaned. “I’m not into girls. I’m straight. I was forced to do this. I don’t want to. Ruri, just let me go. You can put on a show.”

“Let you go?” She grabbed a fistful of my brown hair and yanked me up. Her pigtails danced around her face as she stared into my eyes. “You’re my little slut. Now open your mouth.”

I whimpered and did. She spat in my mouth. The chat burst with activity. A moment later, she sealed her lips on mine. She kissed me with passion, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. She danced it around in there, plundering my mouth.

I whimpered, not sure what to do. If I didn’t do this, my college career would be done. But I didn’t want all these strangers to witness me having sex. Especially not with a girl. I wasn’t into girls. This was too crazy.

She broke the kiss. “Now suck on my tongue, bitch!”

Ruri thrust her tongue out from her lips. I shuddered, the chat scrolling fast. Comments were bursting across the screen. They were coming so fast as I stared at that wiggling tongue. Ruri gripped my hair harder, pulling my lips to her mouth.

I groaned and slid my lips over her tongue and suckled hard. My pussy clenched. This strange, humiliating heat rose in me. This was so degrading. I was being forced to do this by this crazy dyke. Ruri was clearly enjoying it as I suckled on her tongue.

How was this more embarrassing than when she spit in my mouth.

She pulled away a moment later and threw me down on the bed. She grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it, pulling it up to expose my bellybutton. I swallowed as she stared down at me with such hunger in her slanted eyes.

“Mmm, Becca, should I take off your top?” she asked in a coy and teasing fashion.

mamaboobz: Let’s see those big boobs. They look as huge as mine. I want to see them.

shadeenuts: Fuck yes! Show those boobs. Show those boobs!

big_jizzie: So goddamn hard right now. I am fapping it. I want to see those titties. They look so huge.

pillowqueenz: How big are they? God, I want to see them naked.

“Well, Becca-Bitch,” Ruri purred, “how big are these tits!”

She ripped my shirt open. I gasped as the fabric tore in her hands. The chat exploded again. Comments zoomed by as the rip reached the neckline. Then the cloth was pulled away to expose my big tits. They jiggled and quivered. My nipples were hard. Why were they erect?

Ruri grabbed my boobs. She squeezed her hands into them. The Japanese girl licked her lips, her pigtails spilling off her shoulders as she leaned forward. She shook my tits, making them jiggle and ripple. I swallowed, my cheeks on fire.

“Well, Becca-Bitch?” Ruri asked. She spat on my right nipple. The saliva almost burned. “How big are you straight titties?”

“They’re…” I swallowed. “36 G’s.”

mamaboobz: She’s barely bigger than me! That’s so hot. She’s got a great pair of boobs.

assfucker: G-cup titties! Fuck, yes! Becca-Bitch is such a fucking hot girl.

pillowqueenz: I can’t wait to make her my little cunt-munching bitch. Oh, my god, I bet Becca’s got a secret hunger to eat cunt. To just go to town on hot pussy.

“Do you?” Ruri asked. “Mmm, do you want to go to town on hot pussy like pillowqueenz suggests?”

“N-no,” I moaned, my heart hammering. “I’m straight. I’m not into girls.”

“Then why are your nipples hard?” Ruri demanded before she spat on my left one. She ducked her head down and licked her spit off a moment later.

I gasped at the wet contact of her tongue sliding over my nub. Pleasure shot down to my cunt. I groaned, the bed creaking beneath me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. That I was really having this girl licking at my nipple. But she was dancing around my nub, her fingers digging into my tits.

Her pigtails slid over my boobs as she darted her head to my right nipple and licked her spittle off that one. Her tongue danced around my nub then her mouth sucked it into her mouth. She nursed hard on it.

I gasped, my pussy clenching. My back arched. My brow contorted from the delight.

lesteroth: That’s what I’m talking about. Schoolgirl sucking on those big titties. Getting a fucking tip.

clitflicker: Ooh, yes, yes, flicking my bean and giving you some love! You two are so fucking hot together. Just amazing.

I could see money coming in. Not just what they paid to watch the show, but the donations that they made. The tips they were giving us as we were getting naughty. They were loving it. They were witnessing my humiliation at the hands of Ruri.

Her lips nibbled on my nub. Then she suckled on my nipple. Pleasure shot down to my cunt. I shuddered, my face contorting from the delight that was rippling through me. My heart pounded in my chest. This was insane. This couldn’t be happening.

But the users were loving it. pillowqueenz and clitflicker were both talking about masturbating their cunts. They were women who were getting off on me being dominated by a lesbian. shadeenuts and assfucker were stroking their cocks.

big_jizzie: Just so hard! Ooh, you two are so fucking hot.

“Please,” I shouted. “I’m not doing this because I like it!”

Ruri shot her mouth up. “You’re not you fucking lezzie-slut!”

She smacked my right boob. I gasped at the stinging pain while my tit quivered and shook. It smacked into my other. They were both quaking. My wet nipples waved on top of them. While my cunt clenched.

“Then let’s find out,” she said and rolled off the bed. Her skirt fluttered, flashing her naked ass. She darted across the room and picked up a thick dildo and a pair of scissors. My eyes widened at the sight of those.

“No, no,” I gasped, sitting up, my big boobs jiggling. My torn shirt fluttered around my torso. “What are you going to do?”

“Show them how hot your cunt is,” she purred and jumped on the bed, the scissors in one hand. She tossed the dildo down beside me and then sat on my stomach, forcing me down. My legs faced the camera. “Mmm, yes, lesteroth, I’m going to cut off this little whore’s panties and we’ll find out how turned on she is.”

“Please,” I gasped, struggling. “You can’t do this. Ruri! Stop this!”

“But the audience wants it. big_jizzie and pillowqueenz are both so excited. lesteroth just blew his load. Now clitflicker is cumming. I have to do this.” Ruri squirmed on me. I could feel the shaved folds of her pussy rubbing hot on my cunt. “Don’t move. I don’t want to hurt you on accident.”

I stiffened at those words. A shiver ran through me as she lifted the waistband of my panties. Then she thrust the scissors between the cloth and my skin. The whisk of cloth being cut filled the air. My pussy clenched. They would all see my shaved folds.

“Mmm, Becca-Bitch, you’re shaved,” she moaned. “That’s so hot. I had no idea that you would have a bald beaver. No hiding how wet you are.”

“God,” I whimpered, my pussy on fire. I was wet. Why? Nothing about this made any sense. I shouldn’t be turned on at all.

She made the last snip and ripped my panties away. I was bare and naked. I clamped my legs shut, not wanting to show my cunt on camera. My heart hammered. The scissors clattered on the floor then Ruri’s hands grabbed my thighs.

She was surprisingly strong. She pried my legs apart and forced me to almost doing the splits. I groaned, feeling my pussy lips part. I was utterly exposed. Juices trickled down to my taint. I was so wet. I heard Ruri breathe in deeply.

“Yes, pillowqueenz, her cunt does smell delicious,” moaned Ruri. “A sweet musk, big_jizzie. Just wonderfully sweet. And I hope you can all tell how dripping wet she is. Oh, good, lesteroth. I’m glad that you’re so turned on by her straight cunt. So is she.” Ruri threw a look over her shoulder. “Mmm, you’re going to be my dyke bitch, aren’t you?”

“No,” I moaned.

“Yes, you’re going to lick my pussy.” She grabbed her skirt and ripped it off of her. Velcro tore and then it was gone. She was naked now. Then she began backing up. She crawled over my body and passed my quivering tits. In moments, her shaved cunt hovered over my face. A tart musk filled my nose. “Feast on me, Becca-Bitch!”

She planted her bald twat right on my face. My mouth. I gasped as her tart juice spilled past my lips and across my taste buds. This could not be happening. I could not have this crazy dyke’s cunt planted on my mouth. I quivered, struggling to move my head, but she had me pinned with her weight.

“I don’t feel any licking, Becca-Bitch,” she cooed.

“I’m not going to eat your cunt!” I hissed. “I’m not into pussy. I like cock not twat.”

“Oh, she’s shy everyone,” Ruri purred. “But that’s okay. I have just the thing to encourage her. That’ll make her go wild.” She shifted. “Yes, pillowqueenz, that’s a vibrator. Ooh, that’s great that you have the same one mamaboobz. She’s going to love it.”

“Vibrator?” I gasped.

The toy hummed to life moments before it was pressed against my pussy lips. I gasped as it was shoved into me. My back arched as the toy slid into my cunt. The buzzing shaft jammed deep. I groaned, my body bucking.

I whimpered, shocked that this was really happening. That I was having my pussy reamed by a thick buzzing toy. I groaned, shaking my head. But that only rubbed my mouth across Ruri’s bald twat. More of her tart juices spilled past my lips.

“Ooh, there are you are,” Ruri purred.

Something clicked and the vibrator hummed faster. I squealed into her cunt at how shocking the increased buzzing had become. My pussy clamped down on the toy, feeling every bit of it vibrating away in me.

Why did it have to feel so good? All those perverts were watching my pussy lips clenching down on that vibrator while Ruri ground her bitch-cunt on my face. Her juices soaked my lips and ran over my chin and cheeks. The tart scent of her filled my nose.

She humped against me, rubbing her twat up and down my face over and over again. I groaned the vibrator buzzed away in me. The pleasure swelled and swelled in me. I would have an orgasm for the delight of all those filthy perverts.

“You’re not licking my pussy, Becca-Bitch,” she moaned.

“Sorry, Ruri-Cunt,” I hissed back. “I’m not a dyke like—”

She pinched my nipple. Hard.

I screamed in pain as her fingernail bit into my flesh. I opened my mouth wide, her pussy cream spilling past my lips as her cunt ground on me. She twisted my nub. Abusing it with her fingernails. My twat clamped down on the vibrator buzzing away in me.

“You have to lick my pussy, Becca-Bitch,” she cooed. “Then the pain stops. Look, assfucker wants you to do it.”

“assfucker can go fuck himself!” I hissed.

“Oh, I’m sure he’s fapping hard,” Ruri cooed. “Ooh, and shadeenuts is, too. They want you to lick my cunt. mamaboobz wants you to be a little dyke slut and eat me.”

I shuddered on the bed, pain throbbing from my nipples while pleasure hummed through my cunt. I squirmed on the bed. I loved every moment of it. The two opposing sensations throbbed through me. They rippled through my body.

I groaned into her cunt, fighting it. The vibrator buzzed, sending waves of delight through my body. My nipple pulsed. Throbbed. Burned with agony. She twisted it back and forth as I sobbed and moaned into her hot cunt.

“pillowqueenz really wants you to eat me, Becca-Bitch, while clitflicker finds it hot that I’m abusing your nipple. She wants you to hold out for as long as you can.”

This was so insane. My nipple hurt so much. I just had to lick her pussy. If I did that, the pain would stop. I swallowed, her cunt cream in my mouth. The tart juices didn’t taste… terrible. They didn’t really taste bad at all. I just… had to lick.

I closed my eyes and slid my tongue through her folds.

She gasped, her back arching. “Becca-Bitch just licked me!” Her asscheeks clenched before my face. “Oh, Becca-Bitch, that’s so hot. Lick me again.” She twisted my nipple. “Now!”

Pain bursting from my nub, I licked her again. And again. My tongue frantically flicked up and down her cunt. I had to lap at her to keep the pain away. She released my nipple. I moaned and feasted on her. I licked up her tart cream, the throbbing agony in my nipple fading.

The pleasure in my pussy swelled as I ate the bitch’s cunt. I feasted on her with all I had. She moaned, her back arching. Her moans echoed through the filming room while the fans must just be going wild watching her ride my face.

“That’s so good, Becca-Bitch!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, eat my cunt. Mmm, we’ll make you into a pussy-loving dyke. God, you’re good at that.”

“I was?”

“Yes, yes, it was like you were born to eat pussy. Oh, my god, you’re a genius. You just know where to lick.”

I couldn’t believe that. I had no idea what I was doing. I was just lapping at her folds, caressing her clit and flicking over her hole. I thrust my tongue into her pussy. Should I be doing that to her? I liked it when guys did it to me. Her tart juices soaked my tongue.

“Oh, fuck, yes, you naughty slut!” Her butt-cheeks squeezed tight before my face. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck that tongue in and out of my cunt. You’re such a natural, Becca-Bitch. You were born to be a lezzie camgirl.”

I shuddered, my orgasm swelling. The vibrator hummed away in me. It churned me up. That was incredible. Pleasure grew in me while small waves of delight washed through me. I groaned, my pussy burning. The toy massaged my cunt with such skill. I couldn’t hold out much longer.

I moaned into her pussy as I tongue-fucked her. I thrust in and out of her tart depths. She shuddered on me, moaning in delight. More and more of her cream spilled over my cheeks. She was so wet. She must be a gusher.

“I’m going to cum!” she moaned and leaned over, grinding her pussy lips into my mouth. She grabbed the vibrator and pumped it in and out of me. “I’m going to explode and gush, Becca-Bitch!”

So was I.

I whimpered and moaned, my tongue dancing over her folds. That naughty vibrator thrust into my cunt and pulled out. I shuddered, my pussy clenching tight to her. I groaned, my heart pounding so hard. Blood hurtled through my veins. I shuddered, my toes curling.

She jammed the vibrator deep into me. I gasped and came.

Squealing, pleasure gushed out of me. My lips sealed on her clit. I suckled on her as the rapture gushed out of me. It flooded out of me and had me trembling on the bed. It was such an amazing delight. I groaned, the pleasure bursting through me. My legs thrashed and kicked.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned around her clit. I suckled again.

“Becca-Bitch is cumming!” gasped Ruri. “And so am I!”

Her pussy cream gushed out. A flood of tart juices splashed against my mouth. I opened wide and drank them down. Waves of pleasure washed through me. A tsunami of bliss hurtled out of my spasming cunt as I drank down her passion.

I gulped it all down. Her tart juices filled my mouth. I spasmed and groaned. My entire body quaked. The pleasure rushed through me. It was fantastic to feel. I whimpered, tossing my head from side to side. The pleasure was intense. Amazing. I reveled in every moment.

“Oh, she’s such a natural pussy licker!” gasped Ruri. She spilled off of me. “Oh, my fucking god, that was awesome.”

I blinked, my large breasts rising and falling. I sat up, panting. Pussy cream dripped from my chin and spilled down my large breasts. The room spun around me. I felt dizzy from what I had just done. I had just eaten a girl to an orgasm.

I had cum while doing it.

Shuddering, I ripped the vibrator out of me. I panted there, trying to come to grips with what I had done. I had licked her cunt with such gusto. I had feasted on her. I couldn’t believe I had done that. Then the text scrolling on the screen caught my attention.

clitflicker: Well done, Becca-Bitch! That was so fucking hot! I love how you made Ruri buck. You ate her pussy like a pro.

pillowqueenz: I want you to eat my pussy like that. Please, please, please, Becca-Bitch. You’re a fucking natural at it. Wow, I am so impressed.

assfucker: Fucking hot! I came so hard!

big_jizzie: Wow! Wow! Wow! That was the hottest thing. Ruri turned you into a dyke, Becca-Bitch!

“I’m not a dyke!” I panted, shaking my head. “I’m not.”

mamaboobz: After how hard you ate that cunt, can you really claim you’re not? Fuck, you made Ruri explode. You should have seen how much you made her buck. That was fucking amazing!

lesteroth: Well fucking done, dyke! Becca-Bitch, you’re my new favorite lezzie camwhore!

“No!” I shouted. “No, no, no, that’s not me. I’m not a dyke. I love guys. I don’t love—”

Ruri grabbed a fistful of my brown hair and yanked me around. She kissed me hard on my lips covered in her tart cream. Her tongue darted inside. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. A wave of heat rushed through me as she danced her tongue around in me.

I shuddered and gasped as she did that. I couldn’t break away from her. It was like our lips were glued together. Her hands gripped my boobs now. She held them as I… as I… I kissed her back. My tongue was playing with hers. My lips were dancing on hers.

She broke the kiss. “Ooh, yes, you’re my little dyke toy, aren’t you, Becca-Bitch.”

“N-no!” I moaned, shaking my head while her hands squeezed my big tits.

“Liar,” she purred. Then she ducked her head down and suckled my nipple into her mouth. I gasped as she nursed on me. My pussy clenched.

She suckled on the very nipple that she had abused. I groaned as her hot mouth felt so amazing on it. The suction was incredible. I whimpered, my head tossing from side to side as she nursed on me with her hunger.

It felt so good. So amazing. My pussy drank in the heat that shot down from my nub. The heat swelled through my cunt. I swallowed, hating how much I liked it. Her hands played with my big boobs. She kneaded them. Her tongue danced around my nipple between her suckles.

The chat caught my eye.

mamaboobz: Suck on those big, fat, yummy nipples, Ruri! God, I wish I could be nursing on them!

lesteroth: Right. Those tits are hot. I want to just bury my face in them. Ruri is so fucking lucky.

assfucker: So lucky. I’m getting hard again. Ooh, I am going to fap so hard to this. And Becca-Bitch, you fucking love it, don’t you?

“N-no,” I moaned, my pussy clenching. Ruri suckled so hard while my pussy was getting hotter and hotter. “I don’t. I like guys. I’d rather have a guy do this to me.”

pillowqueenz: Liar. You want to have two girls sucking on your nipples while you eat out my cunt!

My pussy clenched as I wrenched my eyes from the screen. My other nipple throbbed, aching to have a girl’s mouth sucking on it. I licked my lips, Ruri’s tart pussy cream still coating them. The flavor had me trembling. It wasn’t bad at all.

“What’s happening to me,” I moaned, shuddering.

“You’re turning into a dyke-whore camslut!” purred Ruri, her lips popping off my nipple. Then she winked at me and ducked her head down.

I gasped as her hands pushed me to lie down. At the same time, she nuzzled her face into my cunt and licked at my twat. Her tongue danced up and down my shaved folds. My eyes widened. I groaned, shocked by how good that felt.

My boobs jiggled as Ruri feasted on my hot pussy. She licked and lapped at my snatch. I groaned, my face contorting from what she did to me. I groaned, my back arching. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but it was. She was feasting on me.

And I loved it.

I whimpered and moaned as her tongue danced up and down my folds. Why did she have to be better than a guy at doing this? Why did her tongue have to feel amazing lapping at my cunt? I groaned, my body trembling. She licked at me with hunger, brushing my clit. Pleasure burst through me.

I whimpered. Bucked. My boobs jiggled and I humped against her. Comments flew. I knew what they were saying without having to look. They thought I loved this. That this was the best thing that I had ever felt. No one had ever eaten my cunt as good as Ruri was.

“No,” I whimpered.

“Oh, yes, yes,” Ruri purred. “You love it, don’t you?”

I shuddered, unable to answer that. It was such a betrayal of who I thought I was. A straight girl. Now here I was enjoying having a lesbian eat me out. Ruri’s tongue thrust into my cunt. I gasped, my pussy clenching. I groaned, my face contorting.

My face twisted in delight. My orgasm grew and grew as she danced her tongue around in me. Then she thrust it deep into my cunt. She swirled it about in me. I groaned, loving how she did that to me. My face contorted. My pussy clamped down on her tongue.

“Oh, my god,” I moaned, my head turning to the screen.

lesteroth: Becca-Bitch fucking loves it. Ruri is going to make her cum.

clitflicker: Dyke alert! We got a new dyke being born before our eyes.

“Oh, god,” I whimpered, my orgasm swelling and swelling. She just felt too good. I couldn’t hold out. “This… I…”

Ruri nipped my clit with her teeth. Not hard, but enough to make me buck. My tits heaved as a small wave of pleasure washed through me. I groaned at the orgasmic preview to cum. She flicked her tongue over my bud, soothing it.

“Mmm, you’re going to be a lezzie camwhore, aren’t you?” she purred and then licked my clit again.

“I… I…” I squirmed there. “I think… I think I am!”

I gasped at those words. I had just said them. The chat exploded. Emojis flew by. I groaned as Ruri suckled on my clit. She nursed hard on me. I groaned, my face twisting from the pleasure of this moment. My cunt clenched.

My orgasm built fast now. I had admitted it. Ruri was turning me lesbian. She was making me into a dyke whore. I groaned, my pussy clenching tight. I whimpered, my boobs jiggling. She thrust two fingers into my twat and suckled hard on my clit.

“I’m a fucking dyke!” I howled and climaxed.

My pussy convulsed around her fingers. Stars burst across my vision. I bucked from the detonation that surged through me. I whimpered and moaned, my head tossing from side to side. My boobs heaved as my mind drowned in the rapture that burst out of my cunt.

“Ruri!” I howled, the chat exploding as much as I was. “Oh, my fucking god, Ruri!”

I trembled through my orgasm, my pussy rippling around her digits. I shuddered, my body trembling. I squeezed my thighs around her face. She ripped her digits out of my cunt and licked up the juices gushing out of me. So much of my passion spilled from my body.

“Oh, Ruri, Ruri, Ruri!” I moaned as I hit the peak of my pleasure.

She lifted her head from my cunt. I stared at her cute face smeared in my pussy cream. I had drenched her. The sweet aroma of my juices filled my nose. It was such a heady aroma to breathe in. Her tart cunt and my sweet twat.

She liked her lips and purred, “Want more?”

“Yes!”

“Kneel facing the camera. Let me grab a strap-on!”

“Yes, Ruri!” I moaned and rolled over onto my hands and knees, my tits swinging beneath me. I stared at the camera, panting. I could see the flushed whore on screen. This porn star ready to be fucked by a strap-on.

Me! That was me!

Ruri headed over to the table. She picked up a big, red dildo on a matching harness. She stepped into it, a big grin on her face. It was clear that she was eager to pound me hard with that delight. I shuddered at the sight of her stepping into it.

It bobbed before her as she pulled it up her legs. I shivered at the sight of her working it up and up her thighs. She grinned at me as she did it, her little titties hardly moving at all. Her pigtails danced, though.

“Ooh, she’s going to fuck me so hard with that,” I moaned. “Oh, wow, she’s just going to pound me with that thing. It’s huge.”

lesteroth: I can’t wait to see her fucking you with it.

big_jizzie: Ruri has those cute pigtails. I’m so in love with her.

mamaboobz: But Becca-Bitch as those huge tits that are swaying before her. Those are sexy AF.

“They are,” I moaned, getting into this. “Ooh, here she comes.”

Ruri darted over, her big, red girl-cock thrusting out before her. She hopped onto the bed, her dildo bobbing and quivering. Then she was behind me. I groaned as she thrust the tip into my cunt. She rubbed it up and down my hot flesh. I quivered, so ready to be fucked by her.

Ruri grabbed my hips and thrust. The dildo rammed into my cunt. I groaned as that huge shaft filled me up. I shuddered, my face scrunching up from the pleasure of this moment. I trembled, loving the feel of her sliding into me. Just burying deep and hard into my pussy.

“Oh, my fucking god!” I moaned, squeezing my cunt down on that dildo. “That’s incredible.”

“It’s about to get better,” Ruri moaned and drew back.

assfucker: Fuck the shit out of her, Ruri! Just fuck her so hard.

“I will!” Ruri moaned, my pussy clenching down on the withdrawing dildo. Pleasure rippled through me.

The toy popped out.

I gasped in disappointment then groaned as she pressed the toy into my butt-crack. Right against my anal ring. My eyes bulged as she thrust the pussy-lubed dildo against my asshole. My sphincter widened and widened. I groaned at the pressure. My entire body shook.

Then she popped into me.

I groaned as she slid her dildo into my bowels. My face scrunched up from the pleasure of this moment. I groaned, my head tossing from side to side. This was as incredible. I whimpered, my heart thundering as she slid deeper and deeper into my bowels.

“Holy shit, she’s ass-fucking me!” I howled.

The chat blurred by, the comments coming too fast to read. I could only quiver as that huge cock stretched my asshole to my limits. She was all the way in me. Ruri gripped me as she drew back her hips.

My bowels clung to her fake dick. My asshole squeezed about her. I groaned, loving the feel of her drawing back and back. Then she rammed back into me. The velvety friction melted down to my cunt. It flooded through my snatch.

She pumped away at me. She thrust into me hard and fast. I groaned as she plunged to the hilt in me over and over again. I moaned as she buried deep and hard into me. My bowels squeezed about her. I loved the feel of her ass-fucking me.

She buried into me over and over again. I groaned, my bowels squeezing about that hard shaft pumping away at me. Ruri fucked my bowels with that huge dildo. I groaned, loving it so much. My toes curled.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I moaned, the chat slowing enough to be read. “She’s ass-fucking me so hard.”

assfucker: I bet she fucking is.

lesteroth: So hot, Ruri! Your pigtails are so cute bouncing as you ass-fuck Becca-Bitch!

clitflicker: Pound her hot ass! Pound her!

“She fucking is!” I moaned, my bowels squeezing about that dildo.

My tits heaved. They swung back and forth as I rocked to Ruri’s strokes. She buried that dildo into my bowels over and over again. She plunged deep and hard into me. My bowels clenched about her, my cunt drinking in the heat.

I was so close to cumming. I would have a huge burst of pleasure. Ruri moaned as she fucked me. She pounded me so hard. She buried her dildo into the hilt of my bowels. She filled me up with her wicked girl-dick.

“I’m going to cum ass-fucking Becca-Bitch!” Ruri moaned.

big_jizzie: Go, Ruri, Go!

“Yes, yes, go, Ruri, go!” I moaned, squeezing my bowels around that rubbery cock fucking me. The increased friction brought me closer and closer to cumming. “This is amazing. Yes, yes, this is awesome.

pillowqueenz: Got my vibe buried in my cunt. So hot.

assfucker: Fapping hard. Ruri, you’re so adorable as you fuck Becca-Bitch! And she’s so hot. Love the big tits!

mamaboobz: Love them titties!

Ruri buried the dildo to the hilt in my asshole. The heat melted down to my cunt. I gasped out, clenching my bowels around the thrusting shaft. My pussy drank it in and then burst with rapture. Ecstasy gushed out of my cunt.

I came like a whore.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled to the camera, stars bursting across my vision. “Oh, Ruri, I’m cumming like a lezzie-bitch!”

“Yes, you fucking are!” she moaned and buried the dildo to the hilt in my spasming bowels. “So am I! Yes!”

I trembled, the pleasure rushing through me. Waves of ecstasy splashed over my mind. My bowels rippled and writhed around the dildo. I suckled at the toy while pussy cream gushed hot down my thighs. My cunt spasmed, too. Rapture drowned my mind.

mamaboobz: So fucking hot! Those big tits are just swinging.

assfucker: Hottest camshow ever! Just the fucking best.

pillowqueenz: I’m cumming so hard on my vibrator. So hard type fuck

shadeenuts: Becca-Bitch! You’re so fucking amazing. I love you!

“I love you!” I howled, my bowels spasming around Ruri’s dildo. “I love being a lezzie camwhore! Yes, yes, yes!”

clitflicker: We love you Becca-Bitch! We love you!

lesteroth: You’re just so amazing. Oh, god, you both are. Ruri, you fucked the shit out of Becca-Bitch!

Ruri moaned, “I did. I so fucking did, lesteroth! Ooh, she’s such a hot bitch. I am so glad to be able to turn her dyke before you all.”

“Yes, yes, thank you, Ruri, for making me into a lesbian camgirl!” I moaned, hitting the peak of my rapture. “I can’t wait for our next show!”

“Yes!” she moaned and ripped that massive dildo out of my asshole. “Well girls and boys, that’s it for Ruri and Becca-Bitch. But we’ll be back. Mmm, you won’t believe what I’ll be doing to her next!”

big_jizzie: Bye! I can’t wait. That show was hot!

Ruri tapped a key on the laptop and the show ended. I collapsed on the bed realizing Dean Pheleps was right. Being a camwhore was something so exciting. I couldn’t give this up. This was so much better. Job training that I could use.

To be continued with Clara’s next tweet…

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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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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.

If you don’t know by now, read from the beginning.

The Slave arches her back as another climax hits, the thrill of riding her brutal Master with her mouth duct taped shut and her hands cuffed behind her back while her Mistress dribbles hot candle wax onto her jiggling breasts, the Mistress herself biting her lip to mute the moans of ecstacy as their Master pleasures her sensitive clit with swift, deft strokes of his tongue. Soon the Mistress blows out the candle, spraying wax on the Slave’s aching chest before bending low and kissing off the droplets one at a time, a pile growing alongside their helpless Master. The Mistress pushes their Slave well past exhaustion, losing track of her orgasms, riding their Master until the Slave is leaning on her for support before the Mistress allows her to stop. With a flick of her fingers she releases the Master’s cock ring, pulling a couple pillows back under his head so he can face her as she undoes his blindfold and their Slave’s handcuffs, their Slave snuggling up alongside the bound and aching man as the Mistress crawls around him.
“Have we learned our lesson, Master?”
“Yes Mistress…oh Mistress, I’ll never disobey again, please Mistress, just let me-“
She squeezes his cock hard, climbing up to straddle his legs and leaning low over him. “We wouldn’t be forgetting our place already, would we?”
“N-no Mistress, never!”
“Good. Now.” She runs her fingernails up his rigid cock, positioning herself above him. “Please me.”
She moans as she rides him like a rodeo bull, his throbbing member filling her completely, the pressure on her G spot with every thrust incredible as she takes him hard and fast, their slave smiling as she watches her fuck the brutal Master as viciously as he took them. The Master thrusts back eagerly with as much give as the chains will give him, fueled by the entire session of teasing and torture, using the bedsprings to propel himself back up deep and hard into her clenching, aching, tingling pussy. The Mistress braces her hands on his shoulders, sweaty breasts heaving as she climaxes again and again, rolling off as he at last orgasms to let him spurt his seed messily onto the bed, nuzzling him from one side while their Slave recovers on his other side, and both girls trace their soft fingertips over his burning, whipped skin, giggling with every moan and hiss they can coax out of him, not giving him a moment’s rest even as they recover.

Fumbling on her side of the bed, the Mistress comes back with a long chain leash. Obediently the Slave climbs over their aching Master, presenting her choker for the Mistress to leash, and crawling toward the helpless Master’s cock when the chain is passed under his leg and yanked. “Very good Slave. Hm, with as well as you follow orders and as badly as our Master is doing, perhaps we don’t need him at all…”
He begins to cry out in protest but she rips the tape off the slave’s mouth and puts it on his, gagging him as she quickly climbs into his lap, reaching behind her to position him as she sits on his cock, fucking herself in the ass with his swelling rod. He thrashes wildly against the overwhelming sensations, too drained to really fight as she gently rides him, savoring the feeling as his throbbing, aching, spent cock struggles to swell to its full size in her tight wet asshole. She yanks the chain again and their Slave’s face is pulled roughly onto her Mistress’ pussy. The Mistress moans happily as her two lovers are forced to pleasure her, writhing between them as the slave’s eager tongue and her master’s throbbing cock invade her from both sides, coaxing her quickly to yet another singularly earthshattering climax.

When she at last rolls off her spent Master and onto her eager Slave, then off her insatiable Slave and onto the bed, the Mistress is drenched in sweat and aching everywhere. “Slave,” she breathes throatily, “Warm up the shower.”
“Yes Mistress!” the slave cheerily replies as she’s let off her leash, flouncing off to the bathroom.
No sooner does the Slave leave than she reattaches the strap around the base of her Master’s cock, fastening the other straps around his balls and clicking the leash onto it, tugging gently. He moans into the duct tape gag as she increases the pressure, the volume increasing as she lifts his hips off the bed with the force alone, smirking as she lowers him again and climbs on top of him. “I believe I have your attention?”
“Mmm!” he agrees through the duct tape gag, nodding frantically.
“I am going to unchain you from the bed now. If you try anything,” she yanks the chain roughly, his manhood feeling like it’s about to be ripped off. “Understood?”
He nods back frantically again and she unlocks first his left wrist, then locks it to his right wrist before releasing it from the bed, unlocking his legs and attaching them to a short length of chain. She tugs the leash impatiently and he springs off the bed, following her as quickly as his chains will let him. When he tries to grab the leash to buy himself a little slack she yanks hard, knocking him to his knees, and beats his ass to a raw blood-red mess before dragging him up by the balls and setting him on his feet, whimpering and teary-eyed.
She drags him into the steamy bathroom, a wall of hot white fog flooding out of the doorway like a sauna as she guides him into the shower. His shower alone was built larger than most bathrooms, a custom room done all in tile, with four large shower heads providing a constant stream of mist and, naturally, multiple anchor points along the walls and suspended in the middle of the room for binding slaves.
The Mistress wastes no time binding her Master to one wall facing her, and on finding her Slave blissfully washing herself wrestles the slippery young woman towards the middle and locks her to the dangling chains as well, her two prisoners facing each other, a wall of steam all that seperates them, sweat and hot water dripping off their whip-marked bodies in rivulets.

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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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