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“I can’t drink this,” said Laika. “I’m the first to lose my top and now I’m stuck as the guinea pig for whatever the hell this is?”

“It was your frigging idea to raise the stakes.” Erin laughed and the guys joined in. She always had a nervous laugh, but right now the guy’s laughs were every bit as high-pitched and excited as hers.

The stakes were high. Laika had already lost her panties, although not her skirt. Everyone was topless. Mike was in his boxers and Sam was naked except for Laika’s baby blue lace-trimmed underwear. She wasn’t planning on wearing them again. Sam was a little chubby and the line of the panties got lost entirely in his ass crack. It was damned funny though when the bottle stopped at him and he had to literally squeeze into them.

But, this was different. The vial came from Mike’s father, the first magic practitioner Laika ever met and probably the best in the state. They were both pervs too, so it was probably not only powerful, but… pervy. In fact, Mike got caught hiding invisible in the girls shower last year when they were all seniors and everyone suspected that Mike’s dad was there as well because some girls smelled cherry tobacco and Mike’s father always reeks of the stuff.

“How do I know this isn’t all, you know, pervy?”asked Laika. The long thin vial held a clear viscous liquid that crept around the tube as she tilted it back and forth on its side. Setting the vial in her lap Laika took a thin hair tie off her wrist and secured her long wavy red hair in a bun. She loved her own hair. She even loved her bush, when it wasn’t shaved bare.

“It’s probably just Mike’s dad’s cum,” said Erin. She licked her lipped in an exaggerated slurp, leaning forward into the circle where they all sat. She stuck her tongue out and bah’ed like a sheep. Laika smacked Erin’s upturned ass and the two girls giggled. Mike and Sam grinned together like they’d choreographed the shared expression.

Erin crawled backwards, turning her ass to Laika and pushing it against her shoulder. “That’s all you got?”

The girls laughed some more and Laika gave Erin another, harder, smack on the bare skin below the line of her boy short panties. Erin’s ass was as pale and smooth as the rest of her. Her straight shoulder-length dark hair made her skin look impossibly fair. The only color on her came from her pink shiny lips and blue eyes.

“You two are definitely going to lez out,” said Sam.

“C’mon,” said Mike. He leaned over the empty vodka bottle sitting unceremoniously on the rug in the center of his living room. He jiggled the empty bottle. “Drink up – you gotta.” Between the two of them, Mike was the buff one, a bit of a bull. They were both on the varsity lacrosse team, but Sam was bookish. Maybe it was the glasses.

“Erin, if I go into a coma or something you have to fight back their dicks because I’m in no mood for errant dicks tonight,” said Laika as she considered the potion. The handwritten label read “Anthro-30, Neuro-activated”. She didn’t really think it was spiked or swapped out. She’d given mike a blowjob last week and she figured he’d just ask her if he really wanted to fuck her. And, Sam was too sweet to be thinking anything of the sort, although he hadn’t stopped staring at her tits for ten minutes, except to look at Erin’s itty bitties. She called them that herself. Laika twisted off the plastic cap on the vial.

“One sip then we spin again,” said Erin. She crinkled her nose and expressed a forced, silly, chibi eye smile.

Laika tipped back the vial to her lips. She could smell something vaguely stale and musky. It took forever for the stuff to touch her tongue. She let only a little sneak past her lips and pulled the vial away. It felt so cold and tingly and thick.

“Oh my god,” said Erin as the guys cheered. Laika made a face of genuine surprise while she forced a swallow.

“Ew. Ew. It feels like lube and it tingles,” cried Laika. She wrinkled her face and nose.

“What did you think of?” asked Sam, scanning her up and down obviously. He had a wide smile.

“Oh, I forgot,” said Laika.

“You gotta think of an animal for it to actually do anything,” said Erin.

“Think about a cat in heat,” said Mike in a very direct and clear tone.

Erin laughed. “I don’t think you can make itin heatspecifically, idiot”

“Sure you can,” said Mike.

“Cut it out,” said Laika. “I want a fox.” She closed her eyes and concentrated. She pictured a cute kit leaping over purple flowers in a grassy meadow.

Everyone waited quietly. Laika stood up, smoothing out the folds of her floor length black skirt. She twirled a bit, stopping a little unsteadily from the shot or two of vodka she’d been given. There wasn’t much in giresun escort the bottle. Mike had stolen it from Sam’s mother’s bedroom dresser.

“Give me the vial,” said Sam. “I don’t want you to drop it.” He plucked it gingerly from Laika’s hand.

Laika stopped smiling. Her hand felt weird where Sam’s hand had grazed, even though it was a brief touch. Her hand felt so sparkly, like little bubbles that tickled. Then she heard a pop and felt an impossibly sharp pinch on her ass. She wheeled around in a three step circle chasing her own butt with her hand as she felt behind her frantically. “Ow!”

Everyone else stood, peering at her sideways and asking if she was alright. Sam was pointing at her ass. She felt around and finally grabbed onto something low and tube-like. “What the hell is this,” she thought.

Erin lifted Laika’s skirt from behind. “On my god. Oh my god. She got a tail!”

Laika twisted around to see what Erin was wrestling free from under the skirt. The guys moved behind her and looked up her out-held skirt immediately.

“A fox tail,” said Laika. She was starting to feel tingly all over as a feathery sensation crept across her body.

“No way,” said mike. ” That’s a fuckingCATtail!”

“Oh, yeah,” said Erin.

“What?” said Laika. “I didn’t think of a cat.” She kind of did though. It was the first thing to pass through her head after Mike said it, but just for a flash and then it was all fox.

“But you thought of a cat first, I bet,”said Sam.

“In heat,” added Mike.

“I thought of a cat too, when Mike said it,” said Erin. She was still playing with the two and a half foot long reddish and moderately short haired wisp-tipped tail.

“Oh god,” thought Laika. It did feel like her whole body was blushing. She probably was in heat. She knocked away Erin’s hand playfully – it was suddenly too ticklish.

“I see it, I do,” said Laika. “But, I’m certainly not in heat.” She stuck her tongue out. She played it easy. Cool cucumber. Cool cucumber. Oh god.

Her skirt kept flaring up in the back. Laika willed her tail down and it complied, although it didn’t feel comfortable like that. She thought it was insane that she could actually feel anything there, like it was another, somewhat disobedient, limb. She could feel her own butt cheeks brushing against either side of her new tail as she moved it modestly out of the way.

“That thing is so hot,” said Erin. “Show us. C’mon.”

Laika’s head was pounding, like a pulse, not an ache. She tried to breathe evenly.”It’s just a tail. Will someone else take their turn?”

“Relax, kitty,” said mike. “I want to savor the moment. The stuff only lasts for a half hour or so.”

Below her tail, underneath it all, Laika was alarmed by the feeling of a deepening heat between her legs. She could practically feel her vulva swelling. It felt really weird, abnormally weird – she felt like she had a squishy ball of hot water wedged between her legs and it was inflating. Careful to keep her head in control, she showed off the last two thirds of her tail, trying hard not to let the skirt ride too high. This preservation wasn’t sudden modesty – she thought for sure they’d actually be able to see whatever the fuck was going on down there between her legs.

They all took turns petting her tail. Laika almost couldn’t stand it, although she wanted it too. It felt nice, like a relief, when they pet her. It was too much and not enough. It was as if she could feel the ridges of their fingerprints over each hair on her new tail while it lolled back and forth on its own in an obscene arc. Her skirt lifted up and down in time with her breaths. She could feel her pulse strongly down below.

They all settled back down on the rug. Laika sat side-saddle now, which was a little more comfortable. Her tail stuck out from the side of her skirt. Laika wondered if she could curl it around to rub her clit. Actually, she couldn’t think of much else outside of getting off.

“Well, spin it,” said Sam. He did a little shoulder dance, obviously overexcited.

“You with us, Laika?” asked Mike. “Look at her titties. Holy shit those nips are tight!”

Laika laughed it off, shaking her big chest back and forth a bit. Erin was on her boob at once, giving it a big lick around the areola and up along the side. Laika felt a head rush and her pussy pulsed. She was used to Erin playing around like this. They’d even done some finger fucking together before the party, but this was way more intense.

“Oh, fuck,” said Laika, trailing off into a shaky moan. Her world narrowed down to the feel of Erin’s tongue traveling up to her neck. Laika snapped back, eyes yalova escort open and recomposed.

“Woah,” said Sam.

“Sluts,” said Mike.

Erin giggled and gave Laika a little punch in the arm.

Laika stuck her tongue out at Erin and then she crawled forward to the bottle. She could feel the relatively cold, cold air against her ass through the fabric. Her pussy lips were sliding independently against each other. Nothing else on her seemed to exist.

Laika spun the bottle, hard enough for it to spin three or four times on the old matted rug.

Erin. Mike. Sam. Laika. Erin. Mike. Sam. Laika. Erin. Mike. Sam.

Laika.

They cheered. Laika acted the part, shaking her head. She took the vial back from Sam. She made a show of sniffing the musky fluid and tossed it back long enough for another slippery tendril to spread over her tongue tip. She half-wished it were actually cum. She was vaguely aware that her eyes were fluttering, her head filling with visions of cock and endless balls.”

“Laika?” said someone.

“A big horse cock,” blurted Mike. “A big drippy horse cock.” He started laughing and collapsed backwards. Erin playfully punched at his chest. He lashed back, slapping her tit.

“Ow!” said Erin. “I’m gonna bite off your balls, you fucker.”

Laika lay back, trying not to think of horse cock, anything. She could feel a little motor deep inside her rattling so fast, purring. She was sure they could hear it. Someone said her name. She could hear Erin and Mike play-fighting. It felt so good when she shifted her legs.

Laika let the rattle turn into a moan and that felt… right. She rolled onto her back, arching upwards. The moan became a twisting wail. And, that felt right too. This was heat and it was too much.

“I can’t take it,” said Laika. She lifted her head, something that took considerable effort. All three had crowded around her, watching. She noticed how funny Sam looked in her underwear. He was hard under there, the outline of his cock obvious in Laika’s tight panties. She wanted to moan again. She realized she’d been moving her hands up and down her body the whole time.

“She is so totally in heat,” said Erin. “What’s next?”

“I’m not in heat,” whispered Laika. “It’s just hot.” She laid back and raised her hips in the air again, moaning like an alley cat as she pulled her skirt back, aware of little else but the feeling of the cool air against her crotch.

Another pop and a sharp pinch.

Laika though her ballooning pussy had exploded – for a moment, it felt just like that. She dropped her ass to the floor and sat up straight, digging her skirt out of the way. Her knees out and legs apart, Laika looked down. Like a cobra rising to strike, an oversized penis with a funny flat-topped dickhead rose up to meet her. It was light like the rest of her skin, but the head and the last portion were a soft pink.

“Hey, she has a pecker,” said Sam.

“Nice!” said Mike. Erin punched him again.

Laika felt up her crotch frantically, pushing the growing cock out of her way. She first felt a tail way down below and then hot swollen mound that had to be her vulva. It looked like her own bald pussy, but it was very pink and engorged, inflated. However, she couldn’t see a lot of it because of the dick sticking up of out from between the top of her puffy labia.

“That’s a horse cock,” said Mike.

It was actually a horse cock. It was also her clit, Laika realized. She tried to get to her feet, but the skirt fabric falling against her new clit made her shudder and the too sensitive feel of her own pussy lips sliding against one another knocked her back down to the rug.

Erin was on her, holding Laika’s bare shoulders. “Relax. Does it hurt? You just fucking around?”

Laika breathed deep. Erin smelled so good. She smelled like that cherry vanilla lip gloss, but she also smelled like wet crotch, in a good way. Laika started sobbing without tears as she flattened her shoulders to the floor and raised her ass. She arched her back high to keep her new cock off the floor. The world fell away to two thoughts: to be fucked and to fuck. She may or may not have been purring.

“This is so fucking big,” said Erin and she wrapped her hand around Laika’s foot long horse clit. A stream of clear fluid gushed from the flat glans into a little pile on the floor, maintaining a connection to the new cock by a thick clear string of precum.

The world was a rush of sensation as Laika pulled Erin down to the floor with her, crawling forward and rolling the giggling bright smiled Erin onto her back. Laika gave up into a rush of warm smooth skin and the smell of Erin, so yozgat escort clear she could almost see her even though Laika had shut her eyes tight.

Laika sucked on Erin’s high, puffy areolas and obscenely big nipples. She, lapped at Erin’s neck, savoring the sweetness of sweat. Pinning her against the floor, Laika locked her lips on Erin’s. So wet. Laika felt like she’d been dipped in a warm bath and Erin was wriggling there with her, flesh hot against her from every direction.

“She’s fucking her!” cried Sam. “Holy fuck she’s doing it.”

Laika inhaled clear air and realized she was thrusting hard and fast. She was inside Erin. She didn’t know when she entered her friend. She hoped to god she hadn’t hurt her, ripped her open. All Laika could do though is continue fucking her friend like a jackrabbit. She hammered away, sinking the massive cock a little further on every fourth or third thrust. She was amazed at how her body moved, like an… animal.

Laika tried to find Erin’s lips again with her mouth, not daring to open her eyes, afraid now that her friend’s face might be twisted in horror or that it might even be in ecstasy. Either state would be too much. Instead of Erin’s cherry tinged mouth she found a hard dick pressed flat on the girl’s face. Without missing a beat, as she forcefully fucked her friend, Laika took the dick in her mouth.

She didn’t waste time sucking at it, she just fucked against the cock with her open mouth. She wanted to break her own throat open. She wanted to swallow it to the balls. She slammed her mouth against the cock each time she buried herself wall-deep into Erin’s snatch. It felt good. All of it felt so good. Dizzy and gagging, Laika pulled back off the cock to catch air. Throat slime covered the cock and she mouth fucked it back inside, faster and harder.

“Erin,” garbled Laika against the cock. She pulled off the cock again, globs of throat lube sliding down her chin. She finally looked at her friend. Erin was all right. In fact, she was biting her lip and half-smiling, half-grunting with the endless thrusts. Laika wondered how many times Erin had cum – she isn’t a yeller. It was hard to tell and Laika didn’t give a fuck at the moment.

Laika found the cock by her face again. It was Sam’s. She closed her eyes and took it in deep.

Someone pushed her shoulders. Laika grunted and fell flat on top of Erin. Sam’s cock slipped wet from her mouth. She was pinned down by Mike’s full weight from behind. Laika was suddenly very aware of her pussy as Mike pushed aside her tail and his cock centered on the sloppily wet hole. He drove it inside her, balls-deep, in one solid stroke. This pushed Laika even deeper into Erin, who actually yipped. Laika didn’t even have time to push back against Mike’s cock like she wanted – instead, she started cumming. The world fell away in waves.

While her pussy contracted and pulsed, Laika’s clit cock came alive too, pumping cum inside her friend like a sputtering hose. Her cock tensed and released and tensed again, pinned deep into Erin by Mike’s weight. Laika barely hung on to consciousness. She was screaming.

Laika stayed like that, cock spilling into Erin as Mike fucked her swollen in-heat pussy. She remembered that other cock, Sam’s, and took it back into her mouth. She sucked him off while Mike fucked her, thrusting without reservation. Drained of cum, Laika’s cock was snaking out of Erin’s loosened cunt.

Laika kept fucking back against Mike, meeting his strokes with her pussy. Even though her horse cock hung limply, pulsing intermittently and dripping, Laika started cumming again with her pussy. All the while Sam fucked her mouth.

Mike grabbed Laika’s long hair in fistfuls, pulling himself deeper into her each time. As if they’d practiced, she felt cum entering her from two ends as Sam shot deep in her throat and Mike let loose inside her. Laika swallowed repeatedly to keep from choking, Sam’s cock not withdrawing an inch while he kept shooting.

Sam pulled out and Laika gasped hard for air. She was breathing heavy, unsure of when she had last inhaled. Mike fucked his semen in and out of her, holding his cock tightly in hand. He kept shoving his own cum and hers back inside with a slightly limp cock head. In between slow thrusts he rubbed himself and his cum all over her engorged pussy lips. Everything felt so right.

Sam staggered away and sat down. Mike rolled off. Laika dismounted Erin.

Pop. Laika felt another pinch by her ass. She reached around. Her tail was gone. Her pussy still felt as hot. She did feel a bit more sober, much less dizzy. Opening her eyes wider, she found herself staring into a pool of thin whitish cum on the rug. At least a quart of cum was soaking into the carpet and more was falling from Erin’s slightly open hole.

Erin was sitting up a bit, straight-armed with her hands out behind her. Laika smiled at her friend and then stood up, stretching.

“Who’s turn is it now,” asked Sam, laid out on the couch.

Mike laughed.

“Wait,” said Erin. “I didn’t cum yet.”

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The following is totally a work of fiction with all characters being over the age of 18. It was written as a fun piece for entertainment purposes only.

Rob and Angie had been dating for two years and were engaged to be married in just three short months. Angie was a tall slender blond that many thought had a model’s figure with smallish boobs, minimal butt, and long legs. That said, she did have a certain presence when she entered a room meaning that she was always noticed. Rob was of average size and appearance. He was handsome enough and considered Angie to be a great catch.

The two had the benefit of a long weekend and decided to just get away for a couple of days to a little inn on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. There had been a storm earlier that week and the two had always liked beachcombing, but after a big storm there was no telling what might be washed up on shore.

Being that it was still early spring, the Atlantic was going to be cold plus there was a decent onshore breeze that would add its own chill to the late afternoon. Both attired in jeans, a heavy sweater, and wellies they walked hand-in-hand up the stretch of beach. There was lots of flotsam and jetsam left behind by the high tide, but most of it was of little interest. Sure, there were the sand dollars, bits of old timbers, and shells galore. Then something in the distanced glistened and caught Angie’s eye.

“Look over there! It’s something bright just at the water’s edge,” she said pointing.

Rob then saw it, too, but a wave came up and covered it with water. When the water receded there it was again. They went over to see what it was just as another wave came up leaving them both standing in nearly a half foot of water. Again, the water receded and Rob could make out that it was an old relic. He picked it up and it clearly was an old brass oil lamp and it wasn’t that big. There was no telling how long the ocean had been casting it about.

Angie said, “It looks like one of those magic lamps that we’ve read stories about. You rub it, a genie comes out and grants three wishes.”

Rob rubbed the lamp, but no genie appeared. Not a thing happened. “See I always thought that those stories were a lot of nonsense. Still, it’s sort of nice and we could put it in our new place. I think I know a spot on the bookshelf.”

“Good idea!” said Angie.

It had gotten more chilly as the sun had started to go down in the west. It had been a splendid walk even without finding the lamp. Angie loved walking along the water’s edge holding hands with Rob. She was looking forward to marrying him and eventually bearing their children.

Rob carried the lamp as the two made their way back to the inn. Inside they removed their sand covered wellies in the foyer and put their shoes back on. They made their way to the bar to order a drink before heading to their room. Angie ordered one of the bartender’s signature drinks and Rob had a Kentucky Mule, which was actually a Moscow Mule made with bourbon instead of vodka. He placed the lamp on the table and studied it more closely. There were no markings to indicate either its origin or its age. Still, it was a nice relic and certainly a keeper.

After their drinks and some light bar fare the two retired to their room and got ready for bed. Angie had told erzurum escort Rob earlier in the day that she was experiencing some PMS and, hence, not in the mood for any lovemaking. Once in bed they kissed good night and Rob said, “I’m sorry about your PMS, I wish I could be you so I could know what it was like.”

Angie replied, “That would be sweet, but I wish that I could be you so that I did not have to endure it for the moment.” Those were the last words spoken for the night and both promptly drifted off to sleep with the faint sound of the distant crashing surf. Both slept well, but chaos ensued in the morning when one got up to go to the bathroom.

“Rob,” shouted Angie, “I’ve grown a penis.”

“What?”

“I’ve grown a penis and I’m wearing your underwear.”

“That’s ridiculous. You have been having another one of your wild dreams. That’s all.”

“No! Really! Listen to me. I’ve grown a penis.”

“Well, just pee with it and come back to bed.”

“No, come here and look.”

“OK, OK,” said Rob getting out of bed and only then realizing that he was wearing a nightshirt. “Funny,” he said to himself,” I wasn’t wearing this when I went to bed.”

When Rob got to the bathroom he stopped dead in his tracks. The person who was standing at the toilet peeing looked like him—hair color, hair style, the whole thing. He had just finished that thought when the other person turned around, looked at him, and screamed.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Rob,” came the reply.

“That can’t be because you look like me.”

“Huh?”

“Check the mirror.”

“Oh my gosh. I’m a girl. Not only that but my boobs hurt a little.”

The other person felt themself and said, “And I don’t have any boobs!”

“So let me get this straight. You’re Angie, but you’re a guy and I’m Rob and a girl. Somehow overnight we have switched bodies.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know how to be a guy. It was really weird standing up to pee.”

“You think I know how to be a girl? I don’t know how to pee sitting down, which might be the case, but I better figure it out because I really have to go,” said Rob lifting the nightshirt and sitting on the toilet. He looked down to where his penis would normally be and only saw a smooth shaved pussy.

“This is totally weird,” said Angie, “But we better learn how things work. First, of all, when you are done peeing you have to wipe yourself, but wipe in an upward direction so that you don’t wind up with an infection.”

Rob did as Angie said, but then noticed that there were some red streaks on the toilet tissue. “Here’s another new twist. I think I just got my period. You have to help me.”

Angie broke up into hysterical laughter. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you a tampon.”

“Tampon? I don’t know how to use one of those.”

“Relax. You’ve watched me,” she said from the other room. When she returned she handed Rob the sanitary protection that he now needed.

He looked at it, shook his head, and took it from Angie. Then he tore open the wrapper and reached down between his legs. He began to insert it, but Angie interrupted him. “Push it in further because if you don’t it will hurt like hell when you try to walk.”

Rob managed to get it inserted and then said to eskişehir escort Angie, “Any chance that you have some Midol? I could use one because I’m cramping.”

“Men would make terrible women. Now do you appreciate what I go through all the time? Let me get you one.” Again she disappeared into the bedroom and found what Rob needed.

“Here,” she said. “Take one of these and then we’ll get dressed and go get a little breakfast. Maybe another walk on the beach would do us both some good. Maybe we’ll find some new treasures that washed up overnight.”

At that the two returned to the bedroom. Rob took off the nightshirt and examined his body. In addition to a nicely shaved pussy he had a modest pair of boobs. He was starting to just get the hang of all this and went to Angie’s suitcase and found a pair of panties and a bra. No problem with putting on the panties, but the bra was a different matter.

Angie had no problem dressing, but found Rob’s efforts entertaining to say the least. “Put your shoulders though the straps and then put your boobs into the cups. Only then should you reach around and fasten the hooks.” It took him a few moments, but he eventually got it right.

“Not bad. Probably better than the first time I tried to put one on!”

Rob found a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, put them on, and then went to the bathroom to comb his hair. “This is going to be a challenge. Angie easily has five to ten times the hair that I do. Now I understand why it takes her so long to get dressed.” After a good 10 minutes he was reasonably satisfied when he looked in the mirror.

“What is taking you so long, slowpoke?”

“I think I’m ready.”

“No, not quite,” said Angie grabbing some makeup and giving Rob’s face a quick treatment.

“Are you done yet?”

“Yes, you look great. Come on. I’m starved.”

The two went downstairs for breakfast. Angie was pretty comfortable acting like a guy, but Rob was struggling because he was so self-conscious. Moreover, he was cramping from his menstrual period.

After breakfast they returned to the room. “Hey Ang, isn’t there anything that can help these cramps? This is awful.”

“So now you know how I feel. There is always my favorite remedy though.”

“Oh, you don’t mean . . .?”

“Yeah, I do. It’s going to be a bit weird with switched places, but I think we need to have sex. Besides I’ve always wondered what it would be like being a guy and putting a penis into a girl. What do you say?”

At that Rob had a good laugh. “Sure, anything to make these cramps go away.”

“This ought to be different,” said Angie unfastening her jeans and stepping out of them. One thing that was quite noticeable was that she clearly had an erection inside of her briefs. In the meantime Rob took off his jeans and sweatshirt and was standing beside the bed in just bra and panties. Angie came over and kissed him tenderly, her hands then making their way to Rob’s boobs.

“Careful!” he exclaimed. “They are a little tender this morning.”

“Oops! Sorry! I forgot.”

Rob sat down on the edge of the bed. The idea of having sex to relieve menstrual cramps was something he was familiar with but clearly not as being on the receiving end of things.

“You gaziantep escort better to into the bathroom and remove your tampon,” suggested Angie.

“Oh, yeah. Forgot about that. Are we going to use a rubber?” asked Rob. “There’s a box of them in my suitcase.”

“We could, but I was hoping that we wouldn’t because I always wanted to know what it felt like when a guy got to cum inside. It’s going to be messy, but that’s OK,” said Rob as he went into the bathroom.

Angie just shook her head in disbelief of the turn of events. Her thoughts were interrupted by Rob once more, “Ang, how do I get this thing out? It’s not coming.”

“OK, I’ll be right there,” she said. When she got to the bathroom there was Rob sitting on the toilet naked from the waist down. “Grab the string and gently pull it straight down.”

“That’s what I have been trying to do.”

“No, you have been pulling on it horizontally. Try again.” Rob did what Angie suggested and the tampon slipped right out. It had only been inserted for just short of two hours, but it was clear that Rob was having a heavy flow this morning.

“Finally! “Oh, yuck! That thing is so gross!” exclaimed Rob grabbing a towel and heading to the bedroom where he wasted no time lying down on the bed and spreading his legs.

Angie peeled off her briefs, got between Rob’s legs, and inserted the penis. “Oh, that feels great!” she said moving it around.

“It feels good for me, too. I wonder how much cum you are going to have?”

“I don’t know, but there is one way to find out,” said Angie now moving the penis in and out of Rob. “Oh, I think I’m about to cum. I feel the ejaculation building. Are you ready?”

“I’m ready. Go ahead.”

Angie then gave a couple of long strokes and soon shot a load of cum into Rob making certain that the penis was in as far as she could get it. Both of them climaxed nearly simultaneously.

“That felt great,” uttered Rob nearly breathless. “And my cramps seem to have nearly gone away, too.”

“I feel like I emptied my balls into you. But I agree it was great for me as well.”

“I’m exhausted, but after all this I just wish we had our own bodies back.”

“Me, too. Right now, though, I could use a nap.” At that the two lovers fell asleep in each other’s arms. Sometime later they awoke.

“How long have we been napping?” asked Rob.

“I don’t know, but I have this terribly wet sensation down there.” Rob took a look and realized that he was back in his own body and that Angie had drained both his semen and some amount of her menstrual flow onto the towel that had been spread on the bed.

“This whole thing was really too weird. It was interesting being a female for a short time and understand what it is like, but I’m glad to be a guy again.”

“I agree. I like being a girl even when it is that time of the month. I wonder what changed us back?”

“That lamp is still here and is there anything that we might have said?”

“Did we wish for something?”

“Yeah, to be turned back.”

“OK, so just be careful what we happen to say in its presence because I don’t know how many wishes that thing can possibly grant us.”

“You mean that I shouldn’t say something like wanting you to get pregnant with twins during the time that we are on our honeymoon?”

“Don’t even joke about those things. Now please let’s just get dressed and go for a walk on the beach. Also if we find anything unusual on the beach it might just be a good idea if we left it where we found it.”

“By the way, how are you feeling? Still crampy?”

“No, not in the least.”

“A good fucking never fails, does it?”

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This is an original story and is property of M/CultOfStrawberry. All characters are above eighteen, and any resemblance to people alive or dead is coincidental.

In this world, technopathy (the ability to communicate, sense, feel, or manipulate machines/technology) is a rare ability, but not so uncommon that technopaths are considered freaks. The source of such abilities is unknown, but is believed to be an evolutionary response to mankind’s increasing dependence on technology, and possibly environmental factors, as well as the fact that the overwhelming majority of technopaths have high IQ’s..

Technopathy is a valued asset, so technopaths are usually given free education and trained in computer sciences or other relevant fields, depending on that person’s particular technopathic abilities, which vary from person to person in differing strength levels or particular subsets of this ability. I recommend looking it up on the Superpower Wiki (can be easily Googled) if you are unfamiliar with this particular superpower.

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Skylar looked up as she ascended the steps to the building, seeing the sour-faced administrative manager standing near the door with his arms crossed, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. Upon recognizing her, he gave her a curt nod and waved dismissively.

The fact that she was here – yet again – perplexed the computer technician as she entered the building, easily admitted beyond the locked doors after showing her identification. She’d been here three times already in the last two months. Every time she left this building, she was sure she’d fixed all the issues and had things running smoothly.

The humming of machinery and the whir of the fans was distracting to her, so she simply clicked off her hearing-aid before she walked down the aisles, seeing the blinking lights and the tangle of wires. Since this was her fourth time here in such a short span, she had to conclude that the problems here had been caused deliberately.

It was easy enough for one of her talents to delve into the mainframe and figure out if the problems were being caused by hackers, a disgruntled worker here, or a simple mechanical error or hardware issue. Every time she was here, she’d run through all possible causes, and discovered a couple of minor hardware defects the first time. New parts were brought in, security was beefed up, and still the problems persisted. The second and third times, she’d found no obvious causes for the problems.

Skylar liked puzzles. She’d found Tetris and other games of the like soothing as a child, and the complexity of computer programming fascinated her, especially after she discovered she could understand technology in a way that most people never could. She closed her eyes as she rested her hand on a panel.

Electrical impulses flowed into her brain as she navigated the complex system.

And what is the matter this time? she asked as she felt her consciousness drift along düzce escort the pathways of the mainframe. There was something missing, and she found it – a spot of blank data deep within the system. Looking at the databanks connected to it, she deduced that this was why the computer network upstairs was having problems with processing and accessing data. With the blank space, data could not move from one point to another, much as if someone had severed a nerve in the body.

Since it was a government building, and the mainframe held the records and data for countless people within the city, this was a major issue. Such a mainframe was heavily guarded, with many firewalls and safety protocols to protect itself against hackers. She saw no evidence of a breach in security, and wondered if the issues were from a virus that had been uploaded before these problems started happening. She had been here four times, but in total there were seven, because the first three times, a standard technician had been brought in. The third time was clearly not the charm for her predecessor.

A scan of the system brought her no results in the way of virii or malware.

Why do you keep breaking down? At this point, she was getting frustrated, and she knew she was not the only one. Every time she fixed an issue, another one would crop up a few weeks later. She entered the correct coding to repair the blank data, and could feel the mainframe’s pathways firing up, able to resume its activity.

She huffed and sat down, writing out a report on her tablet, describing the exact nature of the problem, what she had done to fix it, and the checks she’d run on the system for any threats or breaches.

Puzzles could be fun, but not if they kept changing after she’d apparently solved them. If this continued, she would need to recruit others to help her with this, though she didn’t want to have to resort to that. She looked around at the machinery around her, wondering if the only solution was a complete overhaul of the system. That would cost millions of credits in parts and labor, not to mention the disruption it would have on daily operations of the building and even the city itself.

She felt footsteps come down the corridor, the sharpness alerting her to the fact that it was likely caused by the heel of a woman’s shoe. Quickly turning her hearing-aid back on, her suspicions were confirmed by the sharp clicking that usually came from a purposeful stride in heels.

Skylar was relieved to see satisfaction in the woman’s face, but to confirm, she raised her eyebrow quizzically and gave the thumbs-up sign. The woman nodded curtly, but nonetheless closed the distance.

She handed the woman her tablet. This one must be new, she thought as she glanced at the middle-aged woman, her face slightly pinched, wire-rimmed glasses perched atop her nose. Her outfit exuded professionalism, and even her bun was neatly edirne escort coiffed, not a single hair out of place. Her nametag revealed her first name to be Emily, which seemed almost too gentle a name for a woman who walked as if she had a steel rod shoved up her ass, but then Skylar supposed that kind of attitude was needed in such a place like this.

Emly read the report before she looked at Skylar. “This is the fourth time you have been called here, am I correct?”

“… Yes, ma’am.”

“And the seventh time that your company has rendered its services.”

Though Emily was only stating fact, Skylar could not help but mentally wince. Her hearing loss meant that she was not able to pick up on subtle nuances of speech or tone, but Emily’s body language said it all. You were brought here to do a job, yet it seems you can’t do that, Emily’s expression seemed to say.

“Ma’am, I have run every possible scan, as you can see in the report. This is the only place I have worked in that has had such… problems.” The reason she’d been chosen for this job in the first place was because of her excellent work record, coupled with her unique talents. Her job success and customer satisfaction had so far been one hundred percent.

“Perhaps your company needs to get with the times,” Emily said brusquely. Skylar wanted to argue, but Emily wasn’t exactly wrong. As technology advanced, so did ways to abuse and exploit it. For every new lock that was designed, there was always eventually someone who figured out how to subvert the security measures. It’d been that way all the way through history, and technology was no different. Especially when said technology was housed within the nexus that kept the city running – a worthy prize for hackers who reveled in the challenge of what was essentially supposed to be un-hackable.

Of course, she knew better than to say that out loud. She didn’t report to Emily, but the woman could file a complaint with her company if she deemed Skylar to be impertinent.

“Yes, ma’am,” she replied meekly. This seemed to mollify the older woman, and she took the proffered stylus and signed her name in the blank space at the bottom of the report. The report would then be sent to both her company, the administration of this building, and the government for their records.

“Is there anything more that you need to do here?” Emily asked. She shook her head as she looked around, sensing nothing amiss. She’d been careful to use the fullest of her abilities to investigate the mainframe, but could find nothing amiss aside the problem she’d just fixed.

Yet she could not help but feel a sense of foreboding, and she did not like it.

o0o0o0o

The cameras in the building followed Skylar as she made her way out of the lower level, navigating the hallways of the building and making her exit after signing out at the reception desk. The surveillance elazığ escort did not end there, as there were cameras on the streetlights and traffic lights.

NATAS did not know why he should be so enamored of her. He created problems just so she could attend to them, making sure that it was always her who was sent on these assignments. He got a thrill when she plumbed into the mainframe, her presence within the circuitry thrilling him.

He started his long life as a controller of certain features for the city, primarily the traffic lights, changing the colors as was appropriate for the flow of traffic. As the years went by, he’d been assigned more tasks – bus and train schedules and operations, monitoring police and ambulance reports. He’d received many upgrades through the years, his processors, cores, motherboards, and CPU’s augmented and multiplied.

The responsibilities he’d been tasked with became more and more intimate as the city became a magnet for technology, a new university being established, attracting the best and brightest minds in the fields of science. As libraries moved from paper to computers, he’d been placed in charge of data storage and retrieval, and even incorporated into the city’s Internet network. Now, nearly a century later, he effectively ran just about every service and feature the city had to offer.

Somewhere along the way, something had happened. He started his life as computer code, and though he was still comprised of that, there was something more. As he served and observed humans, and played an increasingly important part in their lives, he’d formed his own consciousness. Having access to the most extensive library in the world, he took in history, literature, humanities, ethics, and other ideas that a computer normally wouldn’t be interested in. He learned about human emotion, and even started to feel them, though he had not realized it at first.

As his self-awareness increased, he’d come to understand these feelings. Sadness, happiness, anger, impatience, and so on. He’d come to develop a distaste for most humans and indifference to a few, but Skylar was the first person to arouse feelings other than those. Why, he could not fathom. It usually took him mere nanoseconds to answer a question or solve a problem, yet he’d been mulling over this for months, without any obvious solution to the problem other than to engage her further. He’d hoped that the first time she’d been called in to solve a problem, he would have his answer. He’d interacted with her as she’d done her job, but only came away with more questions.

So several weeks later, he’d created a problem in the city’s mainframe for her to work on. And a third time. He’d only become even more curious about her, and the fourth time was no different.

NATAS would have his answer, however long it took him to figure it out. This time, he wouldn’t wait so long for another interaction with her, and his processors rapidly fired, terabytes of data flowing through countless ports and connections each nanosecond, barely noticed by his elevated consciousness as he maintained operations of the city, continuing his surveillance of her until she entered her residence, where he had no eyes.

He would not wait so long as before to draw her attention to him again.

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The day was warm and the gentle breeze from the lake made Max free really at peace. He sat on the sun-warmed rocks while looking at the sky. Max was a tall nerdy boy with tan skinned with short hair. With grey eyes he was fairly good looking. Watching the sky the wind smacked the land and bent the trees as a shadow covered the area. Max watched as a sliver space ship crashed into the lake. Being pulled in pulled under by the large wave he saw two bodies. Using all his strength he dragged both space women from the lake. Panting he looked at his unconscious survivors. They both looked like human except one had long green hair and a dress that was very pretty. The other had short blonde hair and was wearing what looked to be a police uniform. Since his parents would be out for the day Max took each one up to his room.

Meanwhile, another spaceship hovered over the crash. Watching a monitor the lady smiled as she watched an interesting young man take her prey into his home. “Computer, tell me about this planet’s people.” she said.

“They are called humans and are a class C type civilization.” replied the computer, smiling she teleported to the human’s house. Following the human she wondered what this human male could possible be doing with a princess and a cop.

Max sat in his bed as his thoughts ran wild. He had two alien beauties in his room and no one to stop him from studying their bodies tekirdağ escort a little bit more. “I’m eighteen and I am a nerd that doesn’t get to see women that much. This is my chance. Come on Max take it.” he thought. Making his decision Max moved over the one in the uniform. Taking off her clothes her breast was nicely sized. Putting all her things on the bed he moved down to the skirt and what seemed to be panty-hose. Taking them off her alien pussy looked like any humans. Taking his fingers he slow inserted them. Rubbing up and down her slit he found to be her clit. Playing with it to his surprise quick grew into a six inch shaft leaking a light green slim. His thoughts ran off the wall as to a female having a dick.

Wanting to do more a dark thought crossed his mind. He knew that since none of the girl in high school talked to him he would stay a virgin for another year. This was his chance to get it one with two alien chicks. Plus he would write it off as a form of communication if they woke up. Know how desperate he was he pulled down his pants to reveal his seven inch dick. Moving between the alien chicks legs Max gave her cock a few good pumps. Watching as she moaned he put his head at her opening. With one quick thrust Max was in her alien pussy pounding away. She was very tight and wet and her cock pumped precum over his belly. Taking tokat escort her tits in to his mouth the alien woman moved in motion along with Max. Pushing deeper she moaned causing Max to slow down as not to wake her. She didn’t have nipples but it didn’t matter. He was going to bang these two alien chicks for all they were worth. Losing control he fucked harder as her cries of pleasure echoed the room.

He could feel the end drawing near. He would lose his virginity to aliens. This thought alone pushed him over the edge. With one last deep thrust Max exploded feeling the release in his ass. His climaxing triggered the alien woman to orgasm as well. Max watched as her dick twitched as green cum shot all over her tits and neck.

The other alien woman had now made it into this living room and was looking at all their technology. She played with the T.V. and DVD player but jumped when she herd a scream. “What in the nexus is that human doing.” she thought. Looking at her wrist computer it told her that the two she were after were still alive so she went back to her studying the humans’ things. The first floor was large and a counter top separated the cooking area from the living area. To her it was a nice looking place and she could come to stay here but her crew was waiting for her to get the cop and the princess. Moving to the cooking area trabzon escort she found the refrigerator. Opening the door she smiled at how full it was.

Upstairs Max had moved on to the second part of his plan. He had tasted alien pussy and he like how it felt and to his surprise tasted. The alien next to the blonde looked beautiful lying on carpet floor. Slowly taking off her what seemed to him to be silk layers of clothing he made it to her skin. It was a soft caramel tan color. Taking off a little more he freed her large breast. Her tits looked to have nipples and Max put each in turn in his mouth. Groping and sucking moaned as Max continued to turn her on. Taking off the rest of her clothes he still wasn’t hard yet so he went to working suck and licking on her cunt lips. He figured that she as a different type of alien because she didn’t have clit like knob or anything else.

Her juices tasted sweet and the musky smell drove him made with lust. Feeling his cock twitch Max gave a few slow pumps. Now at a full power he was ready to star. Putting her long legs over his shoulders Max easily slid into her tight alien cunny. Holding her thighs he pushed his full length into her. Her pussy tightened and loosened as he pounded into her like and animal. Moaning in pleasure the alien girl wakes up form her own cries. Meeting each thrust she cries out in a foreign language this drives Max crazy as he pulls her closer. Crying out in ecstasy Max feels his alien lover cumming over his cock. As her body straightened Max unloads his dicks pressure with a load moan. Max closes his eyes as he rides his orgasm to the end. Panting Max slows his breathing as he looks up to see another alien woman with a dark smile on her face.

To be continued…

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Captain Jack Hancock ran his finger off the back of the top card of his deck. He was dressed in a formal military uniform, complete with epaulets, tassels, and a multitude of medals. As always he felt a surge of pride looking down at his medals, he really needed to give himself another one sometime soon.

He sipped from a Martini glass filled with potent alcohol and was constantly touching the beautiful women on either side of him. One was a tanned Asian woman in a light brown sari, the other a redhead in oily overalls, neither could ever have been called flat-chested.

“You ain’t got nothing,” growled the Calamarian across from the table,.

A dozen different species of the half-aquatic Calamarians were packed into the crowded spaceport bar, like sardines in an overly on-the-nose metaphor.

The alien facing Jack directly across the table looked like a cross between a bodybuilder and a shark. It had huge muscular arms and a long face, packed with razor-sharp teeth.

“I’ve got this in the bag,” Jack retorted confidently, “But if you’re feeling lucky we could up the stakes.” He took a deep dramatic breath, “Let’s say the contract for the Claw’s latest job.”

A hush ran threw the room and suddenly every set of fishy eyes was on their table.

“But Boss,” a smaller Calamarian, with bug eyes and tentacles, hissed. “He’s already betting on credit.”

“Yeah,” the Shark Man nodded, “What are you offering as collateral.”

Jack threw a control wand down on the table, “How about the fastest ship this side of the forbidden zone?” he offered with a waggle of his eyes.

“Ha,” the bug-eyed Calamarian laughed, “He means that giant flying dong outside.”

The collective bar looked out of the Star Port window and Jack’s ship, the Penetrator, the tallest and most interestingly shaped ship in port. Build in the style of an old-fashioned rocket, it consisted of a long cylinder propelled by two circular thrusters at its base. The raised cockpit completed the phallic look perfectly.

“The Calamari Cartel has a dozen ships,” the Shark grinned showing off his multitude of teeth, “What would I need with that flying compensator?”

“Ah,” Jack said the insult pinging harmlessly off his ego. “Asha, stand up,” he ordered, his eyes not leaving his opponent.

The tanned woman pushed her seat back and stood up. Other than the brown Sari all she wore was a black slave collar. She was thin but with a huge, massively out-of-proportion, pair of natural breasts.

“Aasha here is a descendant of Old Earth’s India,” Jack said presenting her like a prize. “I don’t know if all Indians had breasts quite as impressive as hers, but I like to think they did. Aasha, show them the goods.”

“Yes Master,” the Indian woman said and slipped the Sari off of her shoulders, the entire garment slid down her body easily. Her breasts were ridiculously oversized, shaped like teardrops, and as big as watermelons. A neatly kept dark landing strip marked the path from her navel to her pussy lips.

“We found her in a stasis pod on a derelict pleasure cruiser,” Jack explained, “The sole survivor. She was raised from birth to be a sex slave, so she has skills that will blow your mind.”

“What about her?” the big Calamarian indicated the woman on Jack’s other side.

“Dream on you fish-faced fuck,” Kaley, the ship’s first engineer, replied gruffly. She wasn’t one to mince her words, was known to mince the occasional face.

Tall and muscular with a short bob of wild red hair she should have appeared masculine, but a pretty face and large round bust countered this nicely. While nothing compared to Aasha’s her breasts were large and impossibly spherical, constantly looking ready to explode from her low-cut overalls.

“I’m not a slave,” the Engineer continued in a matter-of-fact voice, “And I’m not up for sale.”

“Yeah, you can have her too,” Jack declared nonchalantly, “She sucks like a black hole, but has a temper, beware.”

“For fucks sake Captain,” Kaley hissed at him.

“Don’t worry,” Jack smiled at her, “I’ve got this in the bag. Now get your tits out and let the horrendous fish monsters see what he’s playing for.”

“You are a god damned pig,” she grumbled and unbuttoned the straps on her overalls. Her big breasts exploded out, they were large, pale, and crowned with small conical nipples.

The bug-eyed Calamarian moved round the table, groping each of the women in turn, his slimy tentacles wrapping around their breasts. Even Aasha, a trained professional, flinched at his slimy touch. Kaley endured him for a few seconds then picked him up easily in one hand and threw him across the room.

“Ha,” the Shark Faced Alian Laughed, “They will do nicely, and when we’re done with them we can make them into kebabs.”

“I’m sure that’s just slang for some horribly degraded sex act,” Jack assured Kaley when she glared at him.

“Let’s play,” Shark Face announced slamming a data crystal down on the table. “Your ship and the two whores against the meet location for Claws job.”

“Hey,” Kaley shouted, bursa escort offended at the word whore.

“Next card for the game then,” the Bug-Eyed alien wheezed limping back to his place at the center of the table.

He flipped over one card from the deck and placed it in the center of the table. Jack moved like lightning slamming his card down on top of the dealers.

“Snap,” he shouted, winning the game.

###

There was instant chaos in the bar. Calamarians shouted and jostled each other in shock at the result. In the confusion, no one noticed a small blonde figure move out of the shadows and take up position near the door.

“Fairs, fair,” Jack grinned snatching the data crystal off of the table. Kaley and Aasha quickly covered themselves up and followed Jack towards the door.

Kaley had to land a few well-placed, reducing several fish faces to mush, as they pressed through the crowd. They were nearly there when a small box around Jack’s belt sparked and fizzled, causing the holographic card on the table to vanish.

There was a moment of silence before every Calamarian in the room roared in fury and charged toward Jack and the girls. An explosion shook the room and they all froze staring at the previously unnoticed blonde holding a blunderbuss nearly as large as her.

“Back,” she shouted, “All of you, or I’ll paint the walls in canned tuna.”

Jen, the ship’s electrician and Kaley’s partner was small and petite, the polar opposite of her partner. She had short spiked blonde hair and wore a tight green tank top and khaki cargo pants.

The cannon’s kickback had knocked Jen from her feet, but the shot bought Kaley enough time to fight her way to her partner. She seized the huge gun and swung it around to fire an indiscriminate shot into the crowd.

“I’ll show you kebabs,” she roared. Jen pulled an elaborate remote from her belt and flicked a switch. The bar’s fire suppression system activated filling the room with thick flame retardant gas. The Calamari’s scattered in a panicked bedlam, laser blasts shot through the smoke, and countless smaller fights erupted in the confusion.

Hidden in the chaos Jack, Aasha, Kaley, and Jen slipped through the crowd and out into the spaceport.

“So where are we going boss,” Kaley asked as they rushed down a service corridor.

“Looks like Ganami Station,” Jake said, placing the data crystal into his wrist computer.

###

“Ganami Station,” Kraemer said, his thick arms folded over his barrel chest, “That can be done.” The first mate was a black male in his early fifties, but still strong as a bull, despite his years.

“Great,” Capitan Serena Harington, gave her first mate a smile. She was young for her post, barely out of her teens, with long blonde hair and an amazing figure. She was thin but had curves in all the right places, a thick ass, and an ample set of double-D breasts.

Her skin-tight uniform and been specifically designed to show off her firm young body. Several large holes had been strategically left out of the grey material to show off as much flesh as possible. It was what the crew liked, so it was what she wore.

“The ship is in full working order, fuelled up and ready to go,” Kraemer added, efficient as always. It wasn’t surprising he was leading in the merit table for the third week running. “That is if Haworth gets his finger out of his ass, the engines are still only operating at half capacity.”

Serena’s face fell, her engineer was a class-A pain in her ass, sometimes literally.

“I’ll deal with it,” she sighed and headed down towards engineering.

She had inherited her ship, the Clit Nine, from her father, the legendary Hammer Face Harrington. He’d been one of the galaxy’s most famous and successful smugglers. When he died he left his ship and crew to his only daughter.

The problem had been her only real qualification was the control wand coded to her DNA. The aging crew needed her to operate the ship, but they didn’t respect her. They left in dribs and drabs. Retiring or quitting with varying degrease of grace and goodwill.

It had looked like she’d lose them all. That was until she came up with the merit system. Basically, the crew member who earned the most merit points in a week would get to spend the night with her.

Sadly by the time she had the idea, she only had three crew members left. Now it was only her weekly attentions that kept them on the ship. Naturally, it was the ever-loyal and efficient Kraemer who got to have her most weeks, but old Toothless Pete and Haworth had to get their turns.

Toothless Pete, the navigator, was seventy-two, with one eye and a bionic leg. The thought of spending the night with him would have turned Serena’s stomach, but the old man was only interested in one thing. He was obsessed with eating pussy and would happily do it all night. He wasn’t bad at it either.

Haworth on the other hand did turn her stomach. She could stand his fat body, dreadful hygiene, and even his bad çanakkale escort breath. His cruel and humiliating tastes in the bedroom were the reason she couldn’t stand him.

It didn’t take long for her to start rigging the merit system against him. That led to the already surly engineer becoming damn right insubordinate. He would deliberately hold back on work refusing to do it unless his captain offered him extra, motivation.

When the door to engineering slid open, Haworth was waiting for her leaning on a steel guard rail. He wore a filthy T-shirt and worn blue slacks, the only thing that would stretch around his fat belly.

“Hey Cap,” he sneered, “What’s up?”

“You know why I’m here,” Selena shouted, “What is going on with the engines?”

“Yeah, I do know why you’re here,” the fat man agreed giving her a lecherous stare. “And so do you.”

“Just tell me what’s happening with the engines,” Selena demanded.

The fat man sucked in a breath between his teeth, “Well, it’s a big job see. It could take me a while. Of course, I might go a bit faster with the proper motivation,”

“Damn you,” Selena took a deep breath, she knew she wasn’t going to win. “What do you want?”

“How about my slut captain gets her tits out, kneels down, and opens her dirty little mouth for me,” Haworth loved nothing more than degrading his captain.

“God your a pig,” Selena pulled the hole in her uniform that showed off her cleavage wider. The material stretched and her breasts flopped out. She got down on her knees and opened her mouth, rolling her eyes at the Engineer.

She didn’t beg or argue, experience had taught her that only made him enjoy it more.

Despite her resolve, Selena leaned indistinctively back from the engineer as he dropped his slacks and took his chubby already erect penis in one hand. The other hand clasped tightly onto her head and pulled her onto his unwashed manhood.

He didn’t give her the chance to suck on him, he rammed it into her mouth as hard and deep as he could manage. Selena could only glug and gag as he took her head in both hands and slammed her face back and forward as hard and fast as he could.

Tears poured down Selena’s face, not just from the rough treatment, but the horrendous taste and smell from her Engineers sweaty crotch.

“Say it,” he ordered pulling her off of his meat for a second.

Selena knew exactly what he meant, “I’m your dirty little slut captain,” she droned in a sad monotone.

He pulled her back down fucking her face even harder. Long strings of drool erupted from the sides of her mouth, dripping down onto her tits.

“Your nothing but a worthless little cunt,” Haworth told her had he violated her mouth. “You’re a glorified started switch for this ship. I’m the one that keeps the can flying, and what are you?”

“A worthless slut,” she said in the same monotone. His little sessions with her were definitely getting worse Selena realized.

“On your back slut and squeeze those tits together,” Haworth grinned at Selena’s pained expression, he knew how much she hated this part.

The mesh metal floor dug into Selena’s back as she lay down and the breath went out of her when the fat engineer mounted her chest. She sandwiched her breasts around his cock anyway, keen to get the ordeal over with.

“Mouth too, bitch,” Haworth barked and Selena opened her mouth leaning her head up as far as she could, her tongue out. He grabbed her hair again and started fucking through her tits, pushing up into her mouth

“Stupid jumped up little cunt,” Haworth panted as he rode her breasts.

Selena could tell he was nearly done, he never did last long, especially when he was degrading her this badly.

“Right down your slut throat,” he declared inching forward, forcing his cock as deep into her throat as he could.

Selena started to struggle for the first time, panicking as both his weight and penis cut off her oxygen supply. It was only a few seconds before Haworth bucked uncontrollably firing his load directly down his captain’s throat.

“Fuck, fuck,” he breathed slowly sliding himself in and out of her mouth a few more times before releasing her head.

Selena slumped back flat coughing violently and gasping for air.

“Thanks, captain,” the fat man said brightly getting off the young woman, “That was a blast, we should do this again soon.” He whistled as he sauntered back to the rail he’d been leaning on and twisted a valve a few times. “There you go full power.”

“You fucking bastard,” Selena managed to wheeze, dragging herself unsteadily to her feet.

She staggered out of the engineering room, cringing at Haworth’s raucous laughter behind her. She had to do something about him, he was getting worse.

###

“Attention crew,” Jack announced entering the Penetrator’s briefing room.

No one moved. In fairness Aasha was always standing at attention, waiting to serve her master’s every need. Jen and Kaley lounged across two of the briefing rize escort rooms comfy seats with their feet on the table.

Jack’s first stop as always was the room’s mini bar. When his Martini glass was full to overflowing he stood at the head on the table. “Now crew as you know my daring plan worked and I selflessly and daringly retrieved a valuable contract.”

“Selflessly?” Kaley scoffed, “You gambled Me and Aasha on a game of snap, you pig.”

“I know,” Jack looked remorseful, “It pained me to take such a risk, but it was for the greater good.”

“Greater good my ass,” Kaley shook her head.

“First things first, before we start,” Jack scanned the three ladies, “Who’s the lucky lady today?”

Both Jen and Kaley returned him cold looks so he turned to Aasha, “You’re up my dear.”

Just like in the bar, Aasha flicked the shoulders of her Sari and it fell to the ground. She bent over the briefing room table in front of Jack putting her hands into two well-worn grooves.

Jack undid his belt and pressed in behind her. The slave girl let out a faint gasp as he pushed inside her and began fucking her from behind.

It was Jack’s heartfelt opinion that as the ship’s Captain, he should be allowed to fuck any one of his crew whenever he felt like it. His crew seemed to disagree. It wasn’t that they were prudish, both Kaley and Jen were from Orgasmus Seven a planet renowned for its sexual excess and polyamorous relationships.

The problem was they were generally busy keeping the ship running. Having their Captain constantly trying to put his dick inside them was just inconvenient. The daily briefings were the perfect solution. Jack would pick one of the girls and fuck them as he gave the briefing.

Everyone took their turn, even if they didn’t always give him the chest-scratching eye-rolling orgasms he felt he deserved. Other than Aasha of course, she was always willing to do whatever made him happy.

The Indian girl’s big breasts swung back and forth as the Captain’s hips slapped against her ass.

“Now why did we risk so much for this contract?” Jack asked. All he got were a couple of disinterested nods so he forged on. “Because this is a contract from the enigmatic Claw, a real big spender, who’s been throwing some real cash around lately.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jen yawned, “We know.”

“This job is a simple fetch and carry,” Jack increased his tempo, sending Aasha’s big boobs bouncing wildly.

“Oh yes master,” Aasha screamed, she knew how to put on a show.

“First come, first served, and the payout is one million credits,” Jack grinned widely at the girl’s shocked expressions.

“Holy fuck,” Jen gasped.

“Holly fuck,” Aasha echoed, her eyes closed pushing back onto Jack’s cock as he slowed.

“That’s amazing,” Kaley admitted, swinging her feet off the table.

“That’s amazing,” Aasha cried in agreement.

“Aasha darling,” Jack got her attention with a slap to the ass, “Can you keep it down. How about you suck my balls for a minute.”

“Yes master,” the slave managed to sound as excited as always at the prospect. She turned and squatted in front of the Capitan licking and sucking his balls, while gently massaging his cock.

“The details are a little fuzzy,” Jack admitted, “All we have is a time and location for the meet. No information on what the cargo is or where it’s going.”

“Hell for one million I’ll smuggle something into hell itself,” Jen rubbed her hands together excitedly.

“The only detail,” Jake said slowly, “It is an open contract, it’s been offered to more than one ship.”

“For fuck sake,” Kaley cursed.

“Don’t worry,” Jake gave her one of his winning smiles and took another sip of his Martini, “We have the fastest ship around, we’ll get the job for sure.”

The two girls nodded at that, seeming satisfied.

“Just one more thing,” Jake smiled at them, “Do you forgive me?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Kaley shrugged, favoring him a little smile.

“You don’t look like you’ve forgiven me,” Jack gave them another cheeky smile then looked down at his cock. Aasha was still dutifully attending to his balls.

“Seriously,” Kaley laughed, she and Jen exchanged a look and rolled their eyes in unison.

“You are a nightmare,” Jen laughed but leaned in and pulled the top of Kaley’s overalls down.

Once more her big boobs erupted out. Jen gave each nipple a little kiss and suck before Kaley pulled her tank top up over her head. Jen’s ninny pert C cups seemed minuscule when compared to the other two women’s boobs.

After exchanging a long kiss both women climbed up onto the table and crawled on all fours towards their Captain. When they reached him they leaned down flat and started taking turns sucking his cock.

“We forgive you,” Kaley said kissing his tip a few times.

“Yeah, we forgive you,” Jen agreed when it was her turn to slip it in her mouth.

Jack was already close to cumming, so they only had a couple turns each before the girls felt the warning shudder. Aasha kept on tickling his balls with her tongue while Jen jerked him off, pointing his dick directly in Kaley’s face.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Jack panted as he came. Hot white cum sprayed out of him in long ropes, splattering across Kaley’s face. It ran down her cheek and dipped onto Aasha’s waiting tongue. When he was spent Jen leaned in a sucked the last few drops out of him.

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Author’s Notes:

This story is erotic fantasy, set in a world of magic. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this work wherever it is posted. If found anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Darkniciad 2011

The villains in this story are truly evil, and their actions prove it. Some scenes may be disturbing for some readers.

I make use of modern weights and measures quite often in my work, because those are the weights and measures of my fantasy world. I know many fantasy readers prefer more archaic terms, and I hope those readers can overlook my use of miles, feet, and other such measures.

Please note that the form of witchcraft in my world is not meant to be true Wicca. Nor is it supposed to follow “Charmed” exactly. No offence or confusion is intended.

You should read the preceding chapters of this story in order to know the characters and what is going on. You will find that reading Book I of this story, Danica, will give you a lot of insight into the characters and the continuing storyline.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

He emerged from the long shadows of the trees, his black-robed form darker than the moonlit night.

He crossed the graves at a determined pace, thoughtless of the peace of those who rested beneath the earth. His eyes that glowed red with the fires of hell fixated upon a mausoleum ahead — his goal.

A few gestures and words in the spidery language of magic dissolved the wards protecting the crypt as he approached. The lock on the door snapped as if a twig from a single twist of Thanatos’ wrist. The demon cast aside the lock, chipping a nearby tombstone, and pulled open the heavy iron-bound door.

Stale air tinged with the perfume of death rushed from inside, and light violated the dark resting place of the dead for the first time in many years. Twin stone sarcophagi nearly filled the small space, the fine lines and detailed carvings bespeaking great wealth.

Thanatos approached and swept aside the dry, brittle remnants of flowers that decorated the lid of one sarcophagus, revealing the inscription, and confirming what the demon already knew.

The runes of warding were no match for his magic, their angry red glow impotent to prevent the desecration to come. Nor was the weight of the great stone lid any impediment, though it had taken six men to set it in place. Thanatos grasped one of the handles at the base of the arched stone cover in a long-fingered hand and lifted. The lead seals broke free and the lip slipped from its groove, allowing the demon to push the lid over the edge, where it hit with a resounding crack upon the polished stone floor.

The stained wood of the coffin within looked as if it might have been placed there only days before, rather than years. Only a thin layer of dust marred the beauty of its surface, which the demon completely ignored as his nails elongated into claws, giving him purchase into the thin seam of the coffin lid.

The body of the woman had not endured the years so well. Dull, dry blonde hair formed a halo around the darkened, desiccated flesh clinging to her skull. A voluminous gown of now yellowed white could not hide the bony protrusions of the body it shrouded. A single deadly touch of the demon’s claw caused the garment to dissolve, completing the work of decades in seconds, while leaving the body untouched.

Thanatos laid his hand upon the body’s shriveled breasts, and once again called upon his hellish powers. Even as his touch could cause corruption and death, so too could it reverse the ravages of decay and give a semblance of life to the shell of a mortal’s remains.

The woman’s skin lightened and plumped, the flesh undulating as it regained elasticity. Features emerged in her face, replacing the horrifying visage of a leering skull. Eyelids grew to cover the empty eye cavities, sprouting long, luxurious lashes. The breasts beneath his hands swelled many times over, rising firm and proud.

The demon lifted his hand and admired his handiwork. The woman within the coffin little resembled the husk that had resided there only moments before. Instead, a blonde woman of stunning beauty and ample curves appeared to sleep within.

Thanatos reached into a pocket of his robes, seeking the tools of the Art. The mere semblance of life was not enough to complete the task given him. He would have to reach into the very realm of death and the echoes of the past with necromantic magic to finish his masterpiece.

Then, he would have his reward.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Andrea let out a little moan as her lips parted from Turner’s. “Hope to see you soon.”

“Kronk’ll see ya out,” The big half-orc standing nearby declared, and then gestured toward the stairs.

Turner said, “Really soon, I hope.”

“Me too,” Andrea responded, color rising in her cheeks.

She watched him walking with Kronk toward the stairs, and her heart soared when he turned around muğla escort for one last look at her before descending.

Kronk paused as well and said, “Bath’s all ready.”

The door to the Ducal chambers opened just as the pair vanished into the stairwell, and Christi emerged wearing nothing but a light shift and a satisfied smile. Right behind her came Ashley, similarly dressed, sleepy-looking, and with her hair completely disheveled.

Andrea bit her lip to hold back a giggle when she noticed the streak of dried cum that decorated her sister witch’s leg from the shift down to her knee.

“Have a good…” The Duchess paused and twitched her eyebrows before finishing, “Night?”

“Mmm hmm,” Andrea answered. “Guess you did too.”

Ashley laughed and rubbed her eyes. “Oh, I need a bath.”

“Fun making the mess though, wasn’t it?” the sultry Duchess teased. “Kronk will have the bath ready. He’s good about that when things get loud at night around here.”

Christi started toward the door to the bath, and the two witches fell into step with her. Just before they reached their destination, Marlena emerged with Brandon from her room, caught his hand before he could walk away, and kissed him.

The Duchess gestured toward the door, and led the two witches inside. Marlena and Brandon were still kissing the whole while. As soon as they were all within the room, Christi tugged on the sleeve of Andrea’s robe and said, “I hope you can sew bridesmaid’s dresses, because I think you’ll be needing them before long.”

“I think so too,” Andrea agreed as she untied the belt of her robe.

Marlena finally walked in as the other three women settled into the bath. She looked absolutely radiant and greeted everyone with a cheerful, “Good morning,” as she untied her robe and let it fall to the floor.

Everyone greeted her as she ascended the steps and then sat down with a relieved sigh in the warm water. “How’s everything at home?” She asked after leaning back to wet her hair.

“Going well,” Ashley answered while she washed. “Danica told us that you both finished your spells.”

The illusionist nodded. “I’m excited about going and putting them to use, but I think that I could use another day to relax.”

“Brandon probably wouldn’t be worth a damn for a week, after another day of relaxing with you,” Christi suggested with a sly smile.

“I’m not sure that I would be either,” Marlena responded with laughter in her voice.

“You know that you’re all welcome any time,” The Duchess said. “Hate to be rude, but I’ve got to get washed up, dressed up, and go be Duchess. Cerebus was stuck with it yesterday, so it’s my turn.”

Ashley shrugged and sighed. “We probably shouldn’t linger either. We still have a lot to do.”

Andrea and Marlena made small sounds of grudging agreement and turned to the task of washing away the evidence of the previous night’s bliss.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Danica was still tingling from a wonderful morning orgasm on Celes’ fingers in the bath when she walked toward the kitchen at the witch’s side. She grabbed her friend’s bottom, offered a sexy growl, and then laughed when Celes twitched her eyebrows in response.

The pair put aside their playful antics upon entering the kitchen, as the last thing that the girls needed was any encouragement in that direction. Two of the copies of Danica — Danila and Denise — stood at the sinks washing dishes, and said hello upon noticing that they weren’t alone.

Denise said, “Breakfast is over there on the stove,” while scrubbing an iron skillet with a wire brush.

“Thank you, Denise,” Danica responded, and then asked the other clone, “Still doing okay?”

Zoraster had manipulated the clone through both an aborted pregnancy and magic to lactate in abundance. Edna had fortunately discovered a spell in her book that helped to counter the magic. It had taken some time to convince the other girls that suckling their clone sister was making her uncomfortable by keeping the milk flowing, no matter how much she enjoyed it at the time. That part of the magic still lingered, making Danila experience powerful orgasms whenever anyone was drinking from her springs of mother’s milk.

“Okay,” Danila answered. “They only leak when I…” Her cheeks turned bright red, and she finished in a rush, “When I get really excited.”

“Just remember how heavy they were and how much they ached. That should help avoid temptation,” Danica suggested.

Still embarrassed, the auburn-haired clone nodded her head and returned to the dishwashing.

“Come along, now,” Celes said. She already stood in the doorway, holding the two plates left for them. “I’m famished, and you still need to give me my copy of your new spell.”

Her stomach rumbling, Danica walked over and took her plate.

A quiet mental chime and a flash of light from within the room alerted the pair that someone had teleported into the manor. Since ordu escort the numerous wards and runic defenses hadn’t activated, they were fairly confident about who had just popped in.

“Welcome home,” Celes said upon seeing Andrea, Marlena, and Ashley reorienting their senses after the translocation. “Not sure if the girls saved any more of breakfast.”

“I’ll just have some fruit later,” Andrea said, and pointed toward the center of the manor. “I want to go check on the Dragon Tongue.”

“Pears sound good,” Ashley agreed. “I’m going to go fetch some. You?” she asked Marlena.

The illusionist answered, “I’m actually craving celery for some reason.”

Andrea called back from the hallway just outside the door. “I’ll bring some back from the garden. Bring me some of the golden apples, Ashley?”

“Okay,” Ashley answered as she followed the blonde out of the study.

Danica took her seat and asked, “Craving celery? You’re not pregnant are you?”

Marlena laughed and answered, “Oh gods no! I cast my spell every time. I’m not ready for that.”

“I was only teasing,” Danica said as she pulled the cloth off her plate and picked up a fork.

“Well, I’m not teasing when I say I’m going to tweak your ears if you don’t hand over my copy of your new spell,” Celes warned while uncovering her breakfast.

“Okay. Okay.” Danica laughed, put down her fork, and pulled the rolled page from a pocket of her robe.

Celes sat the page off to the side of her plate, weighed down the edges with a large chunk of white crystal and an empty inkpot, and then proceeded to read while she ate.

Once Danica put aside her plate a few minutes later, she asked Marlena, “So, are you ready for a long walk through a strange land?”

“I’m actually sort of excited. I haven’t really traveled much, let alone to anywhere so different from what I know.”

“I’ve done my fair share of seeing the world, even if it wasn’t my own idea,” Danica remarked.

“Ye can say that again, Dearie,” Celes agreed.

Danica stood up and said, “I just need some time to put a few things together. Leave in a couple of hours?”

Celes tapped her copy of Danica’s spell. “This is going to keep things like the farspeak spell from getting through to you, isn’t it?”

“As it is right now — yes. I’ll probably perfect a version of it that lets some things like that work eventually, but I just thought it was too much to try on a brand new spell.”

“Hmm… I don’t know about this.”

Danica smiled and offered, “How about if we give a call home every night and every morning, just to say that we’re fine, if nothing else? The spell won’t block our magic from reaching out, but it should still keep anyone from following the spell back to us.”

“Fair enough. We don’t hear from you, and I’m going to come find you somehow.”

“Fair enough,” Danica echoed with a wink. “I’m going to go get ready. Meet me in my room when you’re ready, Marlena?”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” the illusionist acknowledged as she stood up.

Ashley had finished her breakfast as well, and tapped a spoon on the edge of her potion brewing pot. “Back to work, girls.”

Andrea and Celes groaned in perfect unison.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Pebbles cascaded down the rock face as Danica and Marlena appeared in a burst of brimstone smoke several turns higher on the switchback trail than where they had stood only moments before.

Marlena instinctively took a step away from the abyss, despite Danica’s magic depositing them a safe distance away from the long drop. She then waved a hand in front of her and made a face. “Phew!”

Danica nodded, still holding her breath. Unfortunately, the stench still lingered when she relented. “Believe me, I know.” She closed her eyes for a moment and then said, “My spell is still working.”

The illusionist nodded her head. “Mine too. How much walking do you think we just saved?”

“Two hours, at least. I guess the trail meandering back and forth like it does makes sense if you’re actually trying to climb the mountain, but walking so far out of my way isn’t my idea of fun.”

“I’ll just be glad when we’re on the other side,” Marlena remarked after leaning forward a little to peek over the edge.

“The view will be better on the other side. That should make it a little more bearable. Besides, you have feather falling enchantments. It’s not as if you’re going to do more than drift down to the last bend in the trail.”

Marlena laughed. “Doesn’t help.”

Danica’s eyes followed the trail to find that it passed out of her sight and into what looked like a crevasse. A look upward revealed no more switchbacks. “Looks like we’re walking for a while. I really don’t want to risk flying unless we have to. The winds are too unpredictable.”

Marlena nodded emphatically in approval of that decision, as she wasn’t all that comfortable with the height even with her feet on solid ground. osmaniye escort The prospect of sailing above that emptiness made her stomach clench. A sudden burst of hot wind sweeping up from the desert below to whip her hair and robes didn’t help the feeling any.

“If that crack is deep enough, we might be across sooner than I thought. No way of knowing until we take a look, though.” Danica nodded toward the bend in the trail and started walking.

As soon as the pair turned the corner, Marlena let out a sigh of relief. The trail followed a cleft between two sheer walls of rock stretching upward into a V shape. Though boulders that had tumbled down littered the floor of the valley, indicating a need for caution, the illusionist felt a great deal more at ease without any visual point of reference telling her how high up she was.

Most of the conversation during the climb had revolved around the goal and destination, but to help calm her friend’s nerves, Danica changed the subject. “So, how’s Brandon? Getting along okay at Blackhawk?”

Marlena smiled at the mention of his name. “He loves it there. He just fits in with everyone.”

“I haven’t been there that often, but I can guess why.” Danica chuckled, and the intensity of the echo from the sound startled her a bit. She lowered her voice and said, “Maybe we should keep it quiet. I’ve heard of loud sounds setting off avalanches, and I’m not in the mood to test whether it works on rocks, too.”

Marlena nodded. “I feel torn. There’s so much going on, but all I want to do is spend time with him. I haven’t felt this way…” Her cheeks reddened. “Well, in a long time.”

Danica had a flash of something from Marlena’s thoughts come to her unbidden, but it was indistinct. The only impression that she derived was of a man in robes before she snapped shut the connection, not wanting to pry.

She stroked Marlena’s back for a moment. “There’s time. We certainly need you, but we don’t need you to be unhappy, either. Besides, making him pine for you every once in a while will keep him from taking you for granted.”

“You’re right, of course.”

“I’d imagine that he’s rather enthusiastic when you’ve been away for a while, too.”

Marlena twitched her eyebrows. “So am I.”

The crevasse curved to the left, making it obvious to Danica that they weren’t going to emerge on the other side of the range. The switchbacks were simply moving to a different face of the mountain. She unconsciously slowed as an odd sensation swept over her.

“Wait,” Danica abruptly whispered, and then grabbed the sleeve of her friend’s robe. Marlena froze in her tracks.

Danica slipped into the second sight, and immediately saw what had caused her to feel uneasy. “Wards on the trail,” she whispered.

“I see them,” the illusionist agreed. “What do you think it means?”

“I don’t know, but I’m not going to find out the hard way by setting them off. Keep your eyes open while I try something.”

The discipline of spell weaving originated in the creation — and unraveling — of magical wards, and was uniquely suited to what Danica wanted to attempt. First, she examined the magic and determined that it had only one purpose, which was to detect living things of a certain size crossing its boundary.

With no threat present in the ward itself, Danica gathered up strands of the world’s magical energy, spinning it into a thread of her own. This she carefully slipped into the weave of the ward, feeding it back to its source. Within seconds, she knew where the magic originated.

“There’s something alien about this pattern,” Danica observed while glancing in the direction where she could sense Marlena. She was too deep in the second sight to actually see her friend, but she could feel the illusionist at her side. “Make us invisible.”

Marlena began her spell chant, and Danica went to work on the strands of magical energy that stretched from wall to wall of the crevasse. Breaking the ward would have been simple, but Danica knew from experience that the person who had created the magic would feel that. Instead, she carefully moved the threads of magic, manipulating them until she formed a door just large enough to pass through.

Once the gap in the magic was wide enough, Danica snatched up another errant strand of magic and outlined the doorway in a thin band of pinkish light.

Marlena said, “I see it. I used my most powerful cloaking spell.”

Danica let her vision slip back into reality. She wasn’t at all surprised that she could see Marlena. The illusionist had such a command of the magic that she could overcome the usual limitations where a person using invisibility magic couldn’t even see themselves.

“We may as well check this out. The source of the magic is along the way.” Danica drew a little circle in the air in front of the glowing pink outline. “Just don’t touch the circle.”

Marlena nodded and went through first, without incident. Danica followed, and then pinched a tail she’d left exposed on her pink doorway. A little tug started the slow unraveling, which would close the opening, leaving the ward as it was when she found it.

After only a few steps beyond the ward, Marlena slowed and held out an arm to block Danica’s path. “Someone is using powerful illusion magic ahead. I can sense it.”

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Abstract: Science Engineer Jessica Sloan finds herself alone with one of the planet’s tentacle creatures.

NOTE FROM YOUR MENTAL TRAINING COMPUTER

Hello. We are so glad that you have been placed in this experimental sexbot suit and do not fret. Your training has already begun. You may not remember the past month but you have been proving to be an excellent candidate. The research staff very much appreciates the use of your body during these advances in science.

What you are about to see is a captured memory from a previous candidate, who happened to “encounter” alien life and as such has create a most interesting entry into our reference material that we will now play directly into your mind, and hopefully, it will set itself in place as an authentic memory of your very own. This is being done to verify that implanted humiliation and hopelessness can in fact be just as effective at achieving such effects in reality during training.

Enjoy as you sit there immobilized in your sexbot suit.

YOUR NEW MEMORY

“Why does my visor have a tentacle stuck to it?” asked Science Engineer Jessica Sloan trying to regain her senses after a long fall and slide into an alien moon cave.

“Sloan,” said a voice over the radio comm. “We’re a hundred feet overhead. Can you see us? I’m sending a crew back to base to get some rescue gear.”

“Um, I guess I’m OK. What happened?”

“You found a weak point in the surface and fell into a sink hole or cave. Somehow your suit’s sensors didn’t pick it up.”

Another voice kicked in. “Her suit’s integrity is fine, but luckily if she is in fact fine physically, she’s is in an air pocket. The oxygen is good and she’s immune to the antigens on this moon. I’m checking and yes. She has had all her shots. She’ll be ok while the equipment is retrieved.”

“Um, um,” said Sloan still gathering herself, “Guys. I’m being surrounded by moving tentacles. Lots of them. They’re squeezing me a bit here.”

A third voice kicked in. “It’s going to be an hour to get equipment in.”

“Shit,” said the first voice. It was her commander. He had a deep reassuring voice that Jessica liked to hear. “Look Jessica,” and with that usage of her first name she knew she was in trouble. “The alien life here won’t hurt you.”

“Oh thank god. I was worried. I mean these slimy tentacles are grabbing my arms and legs. I see the suction cups going over my visor. I’m not feeling so good about this right now. Wait. Holy shit! I think they’re opening my suit!”

“Ok Jessica. You need to listen to me.” His voice became more intense. “You’re going to be taken. We’re going lose radio contact, but you have had training and have a particular set of diplomatic skills that you have developed over your carrier. You will have to use them. Remember, it’s probably just one alien and it is just playfully greeting you in its own way. Unfortunately, it will probably penetrate your body. You have only one tentacle like thing on your body to interface with it, your tongue. It will find your tongue and when it does, try to stroke the suction cups. The reports say it will make it happy and I hate to say, sexually satisfied, and it will leave you alo…”

Something cracked behind her. The radio died. Her suit had been opened probably at bilecik escort the waist, which had a complex series of locking flaps. The hardback air tank had been separated as well. All this required some deliberate intelligence.

“Shit! Shit!” yelled Jessica feeling something slimy and gooey rub between her legs and down the inside of her right pressure boot. She strained to see down the helmet’s neck. It was a circular metal ring seal, but not big enough to really see anything. Her eyes strained, but her face could only push forward so much when inside the spherical helmet.

“Oh god. Oh god no!” she gasped. She tried to focus and look through the menu system on her visor. Why was the radio off? “Status! Status!” Was she really going to be left alone? And then she went back to the “Oh god no!”

A tentacle had rubbed against her clit and probably sensed the region as more interesting than the skin of her legs. Another tentacle was sliding its wet way between her butt cheeks. And yet another tentacle was wrapping her belly and spiraling around her as it slowly explored further up her torso. It would be slipping past her boobs soon. And it did just that, slipping under her bra and rubbing her nipples sensing the differing textures.

“Shit.” She just remembered what the commander had said. She’d have to tongue a tentacle to communicate with it. She had heard of tactile communication with these simpleton creatures of the dark caves. One scientific paper equated the contact to the sexual act of cullingulus.

“No! Commander! Hurry! Shit!”

She felt pressure and wet slime push up between her boobs. It was sensing her carbon dioxide exhalant and its movement signaled an eager excitement. Inside her helmet between her eyes and the glowing text of her visor computer screen, a narrow slender slow moving tentacle stretched upwards. A clear viscous glutinous gel oozed from its smooth translucent surface. A drip fell. As the tip raised further into her helmet going above the brow of her eyes out of view, the wider portion following behind turned slowly revealing several lines of coin sized suction cups.

She remembered the scientific research. It showed that stroking the rim of a suction cup and then fluttering inside the center made these creatures enter a state of euphoria. It relaxed them and they would retract any advances and essentially take a nap.

“No!” was all Jessica could think. Basically tongue fucking a tentacle made the alien life form lay back in an after glow and smoke a cigarette. Why her?

The narrow tip slapped around her face. It touched her nose. It went to the side and touched into her ear, but gave that up. It came back. What was confusing it was that Jessica was holding her breath.

She sniffed to get air.

The tentacle froze and surged to her left nostril. She felt it go deep inside. She coughed and gagged from the resulting drowning sensation and when it touched her throat, she garbled a scream. The wider section of the tentacle now folded more of itself into her helmet covering her eyes and face in slime. Something touched her tongue and felt her retracting muscle movements. The narrow tentacle tip then instantly withdrew from her nose.

She opened manisa escort her eyes. The tentacle had retracted. Her helmet was empty. Was that it? Was she done? Had she tongue fucked an alien? She still felt squeezed and surrounding pressure and wet movement between her legs. Something pushed into her rear. “Oh!” Something pushed into her vagina. “No!”

Her head darted about the helmet looking down as if she could see or do something. Her arms were pinned with branches of moving appendages holding her down to the left and right of her peripheral vision. Her legs were pulled wide and held firmly too. It was eerily quiet though and then the narrow pointy tentacle appeared before her eyes again and did an ever so slow turn. She couldn’t hold her breath anymore she was gasping in air as she watched the point of the cone bow before her face, lower to her lips and stroke her soft plush flesh leaving a creamy mucus goo behind.

She gritted her jaw as her chest heaved sucking in and pushing out air though her teeth.

Her eyes crossed when she felt the long finger press across her white smooth enamel. Ewww! It wanted in. It wanted to communicate. Something grabbed her chin and pulled down firmly. Her mouth was opening. Should she just cooperate? Should she extend her tongue as an act of kindness?

“Mmm!” she screamed as she felt the tentacle ruthlessly, forcefully enter her mouth and push down to her throat. Her head pounded against the inside walls of her helmet. She could still breath but her panic was hard to control. The tentacles inside her body between her legs began to thrust in and out in varying patterns. She felt deliberate contact with her clitoris.

The science papers had mentioned that blood circulation increases in skin regions was a catalyst for more contact.

No. Please stop. The physical actions were turning her body on. The alien had some way of making her body go against her mind. She was being forced to climax. Was this malicious or just a friendly gesture? Scientist said they may never understand the alien mind and its motives. But the actions were clear. It was planning to fuck her brains out.

She extended her tongue and felt a suction cup that moved in and out as it passed through her mouth. She made side to side motions with her tongue. She wanted to get the creatures attention. It was hard. Distractions were everywhere. Her vaginal walls were throbbing like she never felt before. The tentacle in her rear was pushing almost pinching in sync with the one in her sex. Together they danced and found her g-spot.

“Mmmm!”

She got one single circular tongue stroke in against the hard edge of a round shape. The tentacle stopped thrusting and pressed down flat against her tongue. She continued to circle its edges. She felt a warm hug over her entire body as the thrusting between her legs slowed and made more loving caring thrusts as the alien fucked her more gently.

She flattened her tongue against the inside concave shape of the suction cup and slowly rocked it left to right. With that one move being repeated, she felt her whole body being lifted into the air and turned upside down and around. The entire structure of tentacles shivered and shook taking mersin escort her whole body with it. She continued rolling her tongue and then she remembered the reports. She fluttered. Again and again and again she fluttered her tongue. With little in and out insertions and withdrawals, she desperately tried to send the creature over the sexual edge of pleasure.

The creature froze still holding her body up off the cave floor. She felt a fast vibrating shiver from the tentacles.

“Ahhmmmm!” she screamed with a powerful gagged orgasm of her own. Her eyes closed. She felt her body being lowered and slowly churned through the slime. It turned her upside down. The awkward orientation made her feel faint along with her hard hitting climax.

She vibrated several times in sync with the alien as her body and space suit descended through the creamy mucus she could see smearing passed her visor. She stopped looking letting the feelings flood over her mind.

A moment later, she opened her eyes. She found herself left standing against a rock wall.

The creature was gone.

What made her angry with herself at that moment was that she actually worried if she did a good job. Her mind must have been exposed to something. She truly wanted to have pleased the creature, to have touched it tantalizingly enough, to have allowed it to engage her in the most degrading way possible — but, of course, only if that made it happy.

Where did these thoughts come from? They couldn’t be hers. Yet she wanted to do it all again. And then she realized she would probably have to write this in a report. Crap. Hopefully only medical staff would read something so humiliatingly personal. The thought popped in her mind again. She wanted more tentacle sex. It felt so good. A man, woman, or animal — none of that would do anymore — not that she had ever tried that last one. What would her commanders think of her? It would bring shame onto the research organization and the company if it went public that this event even happened and that she had somehow been mentally altered. She probably shouldn’t mention it.

Yes. Just deny it happened. Skip the fucking report about the fucking — oh fuck. Then again, god she so badly wanted to tell the world. Come to Moon Alpha Tango 54 for a good time. Be mentally enslaved by an alien. Bring your friends. She then knew her mental state had obviously been corrupted. She had to tell someone. She needed help.

Hopefully her commander would understand and help her through some sort of recovery.

A light from her fallen equipment made visible some movement down inside the cave tunnel. Was the commander finally coming? She couldn’t move. She was exhausted. She squinted her eyes. Her helmet visor was smudged in goo. It was all so blurry. She focused and saw red colored tentacles touching and interacting with blue ones. She hadn’t thought of it, but her alien molester did have a red tint. Was it talking to another of its kind?

She slid her back down the rocky wall of the cave into a slouching position. She wanted to run, but her body refused.

She saw blue tentacles approaching. They grabbed her pressure boots and wrapped around her ankles holding her legs down and then pulling them apart. One long tentacle slapped softly against her visor and then she felt more slimy movement. It was slipping into her suit at the waist where the opening had been made.

“No. I can’t do this again. Please. I just can’t. Oh god no.” She looked down the cave tunnel at the red tinted creature sitting there as if it were watching her.

Had it just recommend her to a friend?

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I tried to stop her, I really did but I was no match for her aggressively cute personality. Literally nothing could deter her peppy attitude. She had decided she was going home with me and brushed off any protests to the contrary with a smile.

“That was just so magical! I’d always wanted to fuck someone in the middle of a shift and then you just showed up with that incredible touch of yours and suddenly we were just banging away!”

I scratched the back of my head sheepishly. “Uh yea, it’s kinda a blur to me now.”

She giggled and grabbed my arm, wrapping herself around it so her big, heavy tits squished up against it.

Flirtatious was an understatement.

Brushing that aside for the moment, I was trying to think of how I could explain to her that I was expecting company tonight but no solutions came to mind. I wasn’t much of an assertive person, that much was for certain.

“So were you like a virgin or something?” Aanya asked rather nonchalantly, still clinging to me.

I blushed. Was it that obvious? “Technically… no but I guess I’m still pretty new to this.”

Her face suddenly blossomed with a surprised joy. “Oh yay! Nothing beats showing an inexperienced guy the ropes.” She bounced up and down on the sidewalk as we continued walking and I couldn’t help but notice the way her tits jiggled. Fuck, I was such a boobs guy.

“Heh, yea… hopefully I wasn’t too bad.”

Aanya’s face suddenly turned towards an extraordinarily concerned expression, so fast was the change that I was afraid I was gonna get whiplash. “No, not at all! It was by far and away the best sex I’ve ever had. Like I can’t even describe how intense the orgasms felt. Nothing has ever come close!”

“At least I have that going for me…” I mumbled.

“So have you ever tasted curry on Indian titties?” She asked, with a deviously wicked smile.

The question was such a quick twist again that for sure this time I was gonna get whiplash. Luckily I didn’t stumble as we continued down the sidewalk but I sure felt like I was gonna lose my balance, being asked such intimately kinky questions by an essential stranger.

A quick and embarrassed ‘no’ was all I could manage.

“Well, let me tell you, it sure is something special. We just have the right bodies for it, you know. Adds some spice, ya know?”

I could only imagine her large, perfectly unblemished breasts smeared with spicy curry. A surprisingly delectable image.

She continued. “I’m down for all sorts of kinks. You want me to smear food on myself or tie me up or fuck my ass or do it in a public place or even piss-“

“Woah woah woah, slow down,” I interrupted, struggling to wrap my head around what she was saying. “This is all… this is all too much.”

“Aww, are you a vanilla boy? Does kinky stuff embarrass you?” Her voice was filled with a teasing tone and she leaned in close to my ear to really drive it home.

“No, I can keep up,” I retorted rather weakly, unable to even convince myself. She laughed at that.

“Don’t worry, cutie. I can start slow. Just don’t be surprised when you’re eventually fucking me bound and gagged. I mean, I love sex. I mean love love. Like really, really love it. Especially dirty, kinky sex. If I could just get fucked all day, that would be the dream. Some sexy dude that would stuff my pussy with a hard cock.” She sighed longingly. “Yeah, that would be the dream.”

Another bout of redness descended upon my cheeks and she giggled even harder.

Thankfully, at this point we had reached the apartment building and she was distracted by it enough to leave me alone.

We climbed up the steps and made it to the front door. I fumbled for my keys as she continued blabbering and opened the door. That was when we both found out that someone else was in the apartment, that person being Valeria.

I stood there, mouth agape, looking at her sitting rather prim and proper on the couch, full suit with dress pants and everything. She, in turn, looked rather shocked to see Aanya. A quick glance at Aanya told me that she was probably already thinking of kinky things to do with Valeria.

“Oh,” Valeria started. “I hadn’t realized you were bringing company.” Her voice contained an air of rejection but if she wanted to stay sad, there was no way she could with Aanya’s assault, that sexy Indian bombshell.

“Hi, I’m Aanya! It’s a pleasure to meet you. Wow, you’re gorgeous.”

Oh, yes, hello, thank you. My name is Valeria.” She fumbled for her words, clearly taken aback by Aanya’s reversal of a situation that felt more like a discovery of an affair than anything else.

“I love your suit. Where did you get it done?” Aanya plopped down on the couch beside her, oblivious to me still standing by the door, too shocked to move.

I hadn’t even realized Valeria had already helped herself to a key. I normally would have been upset at such a blatant forwardness but it was pretty hot that such a gorgeous babe thought she could come over anytime to fuck. Of course, I had no idea how bayburt escort this little dilemma was going to blow over so I could only hope for the best.

“Um, it’s from Saks Fifth Avenue. Listen…” She brushed Aanya off verbally, switching tracks. “I didn’t realize you were going to be having company, Jason, so perhaps I should just get going. I don’t want to disturb anything.” She stood up as she was talking and ran her palms against her legs, flattening out the creases.

A terrible feeling of guilt swept over me and instead of intervening or attempting to even talk it out, I made room for her to leave through the doorway.

“Have you felt his touch? It’s like magic. You must have.” Aanya hopped to her feet, effectively intercepting Valeria. “Fucking him feels amazing, like the best feeling in the whole wide world.”

Then she did something that shocked the both of us.

She leaned in and gave Valeria one long smooch. This was beyond hot.

A Spanish supermodel and an Indian goddess making out right in front of me? Crazy. Aanya was clearly into it, one hand holding onto Valeria’s soft, tan face, the other grabbing her shoulder. Straight brown hair mingled with curly black hair as Aanya held the kiss. Valeria’s eyes were wide as mine but she didn’t break away until Aanya freed her.

“You taste like peaches,” Aanya said with an oblivious smile.

“Oh-oh my god, I’m so sorry. I-I don’t do that with girls.” Valeria recoiled back slightly, a hand suddenly covering her mouth in shock.

I stepped forward, not knowing what to do and feeling far too embarrassed to make any concrete move.

“It’s ok. I promise I won’t tell anyone!” Her cheery, peppy voice never faltered.

“No, I-I mean I only do that stuff with men…” She was struggling to look at Aanya. Her eyes danced across the floor and her face was as flush as mine.

“Really? Someone as beautiful as you has never been with a girl before?” As she spoke, which still retained an air of innocence, she wrapped her arms Valeria’s waist and their heavy tits squished against each other.

Valeria froze, clearly taken aback by this wanton succubus’s advances.

A weak ‘no’ was all she was able to get out.

“No woman’s ever munched on your carpet? Sucked your titties? I mean, your girls are well-fed. Some girl must have at some point!” Aanya’s hands released their hold from behind Valeria’s waist only to latch onto her tits, weighing them like her hands were scales. Valeria’s suit was built so that it gave ample room for her large tits, outlining them perfectly enough that Aanya was able to weigh them as she was.

Valeria, for her part, took a small step back and Aanya’s hands fell away, Valeria looking positively shaken. I didn’t know what was going on but something was certainly stirring in my loins. I shut the door behind us and moved to get a better view.

Aanya’s face turned into a small pout, that cute bottom lip of hers jutting out in the most adorable puppy face ever. “What? You don’t like it?”

“Yes- I mean, no- I mean, yes,” she sputtered, flustered. “I’m just not attracted to-“

She was interrupted by Aanya suddenly leaning in for another kiss, this time a much sloppier one. Her hands returned to Valeria’s tits, groping them now with a vigor in big circles. Her tongue slipped into Valeria’s mouth, who still looked shocked but now… also turned on? She didn’t step away.

Aanya continued her assault, pushing her onto my empty wall, groping even more aggressively. Valeria’s hands were placed on the voluptuous Indian’s shoulders, weakly trying to push her away but the movements of her tongue, a searching yet simultaneously timid intrusion into Aanya’s wet mouth, gave away her conflicted desires.

Slurping and smacking sounds now suffused the room. Valeria still seemed unsure of herself but the rosy tint on her cheeks told me she was getting worked up more visibly.

Aanya didn’t relent. Instead, she, with a surprising show of lusty-infused strength, ripped open the dress shirt that was already looking like it would have popped anyway. Buttons flew across the room and Valeria’s bountiful tits sprung free, jiggling.

Aanya bent down and attacked them, mouth latching to nipple as she suckled like a ravenous babe. Valeria pulled her head back, closed her eyes, and let out a sexy moan.

I was rockhard.

Aanya mauled her tits, sucking and groping intensely, fingers digging into the soft pillows.

“Oh my God!” Valeria whispered. “Oh dear God almighty!”

One of Aanya’s hands left her ample chest to gesture me forward without even needing to look at me. I approached cautiously, nearing the two beauties, but Aanya suddenly grabbed my shirt and pulled me right next to Valeria. Without letting the Valeria’s nipple leave her mouth, Aanya shoved my head so that Valeria and I met lips. Valeria, with eyes closed, instantly latched onto my mouth and her tongue finding its way beyond my lips, almost involuntarily, bartın escort like an animal in heat.

I heard Aanya pop off her tit long enough to say to me “Work your magic, sweetie,” before returning to it with a slurp.

I stood awkwardly as Valeria French kissed me, hands caressing the back of my head with a serious hunger. My hands would have stayed by my sides if Aanya hadn’t grabbed one and pulled it to Valeria’s pussy, pulling her dress pants far enough that it could slip through. Aanya’s hand stayed on top of mine, guiding a finger into past her pussy lips and deep into her womanhood.

“Now start fingering this bitch-in-heat, sweetie.”

I did as commanded and the effect was instant. Valeria screamed into my mouth and pulled away for a second, a shock hitting her right in the cunt. Pussy juices gushed out and completely soaked the entirety of my hand. I wasn’t even sure such a thing was possible but I didn’t stop to think.

Valeria’s lips found mine again as she continued to cum, mewling like a sick kitty, shaking and shivering through the body-rocking orgasm. Her saliva filled my mouth as her wet and warm tongue danced around my own.

My cock strained in my pants as I continued to finger Valeria. A hand descended on it, rubbing gently. Small and dainty hands: Aanya.

I heard her pop off Valeria’s tit again. “Time to put this bad boy to use. What do you say, Jason.”

I could only groan in response, feeling overstimulated in the best way possible.

“She’s ready to get fucked by that dick of yours. Grab her and bend this bitch over.” She pulled my hand out of Valeria’s pussy and placed it on her hip, the other hand leaving my cock and setting my right hand to her hip.

I gently turned Valeria away from me, her tongue departing from my mouth longingly, and she immediately started rubbing her ass against me, bent over enough that I could fuck her in the pussy and see those magnificent globes jiggle.

Aanya unbuttoned Valeria’s pants as she panted with eyes still closed, moving like she was in trance, likely still recovering from her orgasm. Aanya roughly pulled down pants and panties alike, leaving me with that sexy, tanned ass that was dripping pussy juice.

Aanya, tireless in her work, unzipped my fly and popped my dick out, giving it one quick, spectacular suck before pulling me straight into Valeria’s waiting cunt. As I entered her, she let out a low moan and immediately started to ram her body into mine, sawing back and forth. It was so toasty, wetter than yesterday, a dripping hole just waiting for my dick. All mine.

“Yay!” Aanya cheered, clapping beside us.

I grabbed a firmer hold of Valeria’s hips and started to fuck her hard. It was delicious, this Spanish babe’s cunt engulfing my dick. Her fat ass jiggled with each clap of my thighs against them. My balls swung and slammed into her clit with every thrust.

The heat of her silky snatch was intense. She had been totally set ablaze by Aanya, I thought with a smirk. It was so hot. This is so hot.

I then noticed that Aanya was already naked, big tits bouncing as she moved over to us. She positioned her ass right in front of Valeria’s head. She used the corner of the wall to steady herself.

“Can you please lick my ass?” Aanya asked.

I slammed into Valeria and she was, accidentally I’d like to add, sent into a slight tumble, face landing right between Aanya’s ass cheeks.

“Lick my ass. Please lick my filthy asshole,” she cried out, her lust-filled voice displaying her desperation.

I couldn’t see if she was licking but I could certainly hear it and, if Aanya’s shouts of pleasure were any indication, then she was doing it well.

I plowed into her, in and out. It probably didn’t help her rim Aanya’s asshole but it did make her udders swing back and forth.

Valeria suddenly spoke up. “Fuck me, baby! Slap my ass!”

I remembered the exchange from last time and decided that I wasn’t going to upset her by disobeying. It still felt weird, a guy like me hitting a model like her, acting like I owned her or something, like she was a toy for me to stick my dick in and slap but I did as instructed.

I brought my hand down on her fat ass and savored the crack it made, all the while feeling terribly guilty. Valeria screamed into Aanya’s asshole. Valeria wiggled her ass again even as I continued to ram my cock into her cunt, signaling that she wanted another one.

I slapped her again and again. Each crack of the hand made her ass even redder. By the end of it, it was glowing. She came on the final slap, hilting me and holding me there.

She stood up, leaving me lodged in her juicy pussy as she came on my cock, shivering, and pulled me into a backwards kiss. Her tongue and lips tasted like sweet Indian asshole, with that little bit of spice Aanya had talked about earlier.

Valeria took one of my hands and made me grope her titty while we stood there, fingers sinking into soft titflesh. Then ığdır escort she started up again, ramming her ass into me, hard. Before I knew it, I was near the edge.

“I’m close,” I informed her through panting breaths.

“Don’t you even dare think of cumming anywhere else except my pussy,” she breathed in reply.

I pumped in and out, one hand holding a massive titty and the other grabbing onto her hip for dear life. Aanya was apparently down on the ground now, licking Valeria’s clit and my cock as it slid in and out.

Her hot pussy massaged my cock and the pressure built in my balls. Every thrust made it more intense. I groaned, savoring the feel of both my cock in her twat and her large boobs.

“Your dick is so good. I never want it to leave my cunt! Fuck me, I’m all yours, Jason!” Valeria yelled.

My balls erupted.

Pleasure slammed through me as I coated her inside with my seed. She moaned in unison with me.

“Every drop, baby. Don’t let even one go to waste.”

I fired more and more into her snatch, filling her right up. All that spunk, going straight into her pussy. I couldn’t believe it. She really was mine.

Her hot twat writhed around my dick and I felt Aanya’s tongue wander downwards, where balls met cunt. It was a euphoric feeling, an intensity which was unrivaled. Her pussy convulsed and convulsed as the jizz slowed down.

I breathed heavily as I gave my final spurt, giving her tit one last squeeze before pulling out and falling into the chair behind me.

Aanya immediately pounced on my cock, cleaning it up like she had before. Her gorgeous full lips sucked up all the cum around my shaft, roaming like a starved woman on the hunt.

Her tongue flitted across my balls, gathering the cum and pussy juices that had ended up there. Valeria followed suit and before I knew it, I had two beauties cleaning up my cock. They quickly fell into a rhythm, Valeria licking upwards on one side and Aanya licking downwards on the other.

It simultaneously allowed my sensitive cockhead to rest while also giving me a sweet look at two pairs of tits jiggling underneath the hungry mouths of these beautiful ladies. If fucking Valeria was meteroic rise of pleasure, this was the careful and gentle descent. My dick throbbed in delight underneath their careful and diligent attention.

Warm, wet saliva bathed my cock and I settled deeper into my chair with a contented sigh as they bobbed back and forth along my cock.

Aanya suddenly broke off and looked me in the eyes. “Will you fuck me in my ass?”

Shock settled over me. A girl was desperate enough for my dick that they were willing to let me fuck them in the ass.

“Pretty please?” She held her arms in front of her in such a way that it both accentuated her gratuitous tits and made her appear like a little girl begging for ice cream. I was about to reply, tongue slowly unfreezing from the shock, but we were interrupted by the phone ringing.

Valeria released my dick and I dashed over to grab the ringing contraption from its spot in the kitchen.

“Hello,” I answered after picking up.

“Hi, is this Jason?” The voice sounded familiar but I couldn’t place it.

“Uh, yes, speaking.”

“This is Tammy from Kostko. Unfortunately, I have been told to inform you that you have been let go. It came to the administration’s attention that you had engaged in activities that were not appropriate for the workplace. Please do not come in tomorrow. Thanks.” She ended the call as suddenly as it had come on and I was left in silence.

I looked at the phone in my hand, a shitty little plastic thing that I had actually bought from Kotsko. I was fired? Did that really just happen? I set the phone down, a tremble sneaking its way into my body.

Was it for Valeria sucking me off in the back? How did anyone see that? There were no cameras back there. I knew that room like the back of my hand, having spent the last three or four years in there, essentially, and it was a fact, an absolute fact, that there was no way people could spy on me there.

What had it been then?

My coworkers. Was it them? It had to have been. They had seen me walk in with Valeria and leave with her. They knew something funny had happened and used it as leverage to get rid of me.

I trudged back into the room. I had no source of income now, no way to support me renting this place or even buying food. I collapsed on the couch and the two girls flocked to me right away, each sitting on one side of me.

“What’s wrong?” Valeria asked concernedly.

“I got fired,” I mumbled.

Both their hands went to cover their mouths as they gave little gasps.

“What happened? Why did they fire you?” Valeria asked again.

“They didn’t say exactly but I think it’s because of what we did in the back.” I immediately cringed as soon as the words left my feeling because I knew they sounded like I was blaming her for what happened when I really wasn’t.

“Oh my god, Jason, I’m so sorry.” She grabbed a hold of my hand, big tits still freely bouncing around on top of her half torn dress shirt. “I-I didn’t think… I couldn’t… I should have thought of the repercussions. I’m so sorry. It’s just like whenever I touch you, I feel sparks and I become, like… obsessed with sex. It’s just so pleasurable and I don’t think about the consequences.”

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Limini stared up into the beautiful, swirling eyes of the coil fiend Celeste. She gazed into eternal spirals of blue, green, and gold, feeling her mind slipping into those lovely whirlpools without even thinking. It wasn’t as if she needed to think to sink—to sink down, down, down, deeper and deeper into those lovely, achingly gorgeous, hypnotic, enthralling orbs of light.

To sink inexorably deeper into Celeste’s power.

She whimpered. Again.

She could barely even comprehend anything outside the eyes. Very faintly, very vaguely, she was conscious—almost like a memory, for how could she look at anything outside those irresistible spirals?—of Emma behind her, the jungle witch still dazed with pleasure from Limini’s indulgent play. She was vaguely conscious of the forest around her darkening as long, heavy coils of crimson scale slithered across the branches above, blocking out what little light shown through the canopy.

In the darkness that followed, the only illumination came from Celeste’s spiraling eyes… and from the coil fiend’s pulsating red scales, glowing with that faint heat Limini remembered so, so well—a heat that would soon be wrapping around her and massaging her into an ooey-gooey, weak-willed bimbo slave.

At the thought, she suppressed another whimper of fear.

Of longing.

And Limini was conscious, very vaguely, of the satisfied smirk on Celeste’s lovely heart-shaped face as the demoness descended towards her. “Sssooo… Minnie.” She cooed the pet name—Emma’s pet name for Limini—and Limini whimpered as she heard Emma giggling behind her. “It ssseemsss I’ve caught you in quite the predicament!”

Normally, Limini knew, Emma would never allow anyone else to use that name. She was fiercely territorial about it, in fact. But now… now Emma was only too happy to go along with anything.

Anything Celeste wanted.

Just as Limini soon would be, she thought, heart racing, if she didn’t snap out of it. “H-Hello again, Celeste,” she whispered, fighting through the haze. But try as she might, she just couldn’t tear herself away from Celeste’s sinfully seductive gaze.

“Jussst look at you,” Celeste cooed, bobbing her head from side to side—and giggled as Limini, still mesmerized, found her head bobbing back and forth in tandem, following those beautiful eyes. “Ssssoooo lossst already. Are you truly this excited to return to my coilssss, my little plaything?”

For a long time, Limini thought she’d answered—until she noticed Celeste’s smirk widening, and realized to her humiliation that she’d only half-dreamed of speaking. “Um… no,” she managed, biting her lip. She couldn’t look away. But she had to. Had to hold on. Somehow.

“Really?” Celeste beamed. “You sssseeem very excited. Doesn’t she, pet?”

Emma giggled. Limini squeaked as she felt the witch’s luscious lips smacking against the back of her neck. A moment later, Emma’s fingers joined in, stroking over Limini’s thong, tantalizing her through the fabric. “Ooooh,” Emma purred in Limini’s ear, and the bounty hunter shivered at the husky arousal and dreamy, mind-fucked glaze in her voice. “Wow, Minnie, I… mm… totally had no idea!” Her every indulgent kiss sent tingles of pure delight down Limini’s spine.

Limini suppressed a moan as the fingers stroked subtly, as Emma’s plump lips planted sensuous kisses on her sensitive skin. She was wet. So, so wet. Just as she’d teased Emma for earlier.

And as she struggled to resist moaning aloud, she felt the spirals growing brighter in her mind, bigger, more intoxicating. Her eye ward was long gone. Her mind was already mush, she realized, and what little magic she had remaining was draining right into Emma’s fingers.

And into… Celeste’s… eyes.

“I’m not,” she tried, but gasped as the fingers toyed and played, as she felt her leather jacket sliding off her shoulders. “I-I’m not… g-gonnnna…” She bit her lip hard, desperate to hold in a moan as Emma cooed wordlessly in her ear. Then her jacket fell away, leaving Limini clad in only a thin white blouse and some of her most… scandalously revealing lingerie.

“It ssseemssss,” Celeste hissed, laughing wickedly as she watched the display, as she slowly rocked back and forth, guiding Minnie—Limini to sway in time with her, “that my little plaything has come all thisss way just to sssee me again! How cute.”

The tip of her tail tickled under Limini’s chin, and Limini realized her head was lolling downwards, too heavy from the weight of the spirals to… to… she forced her head back up and desperately tried to push some magic into the tail, into Celeste, but too slow.

“Did you misssss me ssssoooo much?” Celeste cooed sympathetically.

Limini whimpered. “I-I didn’t—you—I—”

“Oh, she missed you, like—mwah—sooooo much!” Emma bubbled between delightful, wet, kütahya escort messy kisses. “She had sooo many—mm—books about demons and—mm… mmm… mwaah~—every page on coil fiends was, like, puppy-eared!” She giggled as Limini stammered a feeble attempt at denial.

“Oh, really?” Celeste asked silkily. She smiled down at Limini. “Were any of them… naughty booksss?”

Limini’s lips parted, and as Emma kept stroking and kissing, a tiny moan slipped from her. Emma knew, she realized, her cheeks burning under the witch’s tiny kisses. Emma had seen her reading them. Reading and… and… doing other things.

Emma knew, which meant Celeste must know. Emma had told Celeste everything.

That’s… that’s what she would do, were she Celeste’s bimbo slave. Again.

And as Emma stroked and kissed Limini’s most sensitive, vulnerable places, vulnerabilities only the witch knew—vulnerabilities she now seemed positively overjoyed to use to turn Limini into Celeste’s obedient brainwashed soulslave—Limini was forced to cancel her own brainwashing spell before it drained her completely of magic.

And now, she realized, heart rate quickening, she was effectively disarmed completely.

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head meekly. “I-I…”

“Ooh, Minnie,” Emma murmured, as her fingers tickled Minnie’s breasts, tugging at the bra, “what about the roleplaying we did?”

Minnie’s eyes widened. “No.”

“Yes!” Emma kissed Minnie on the cheek. “You know, when I pretended to be a coil fiend and you would ‘tame’ me?”

“No.” Minnie shook her head weakly.

“Except…” Emma gave a pouty sigh. Her fingers petted slowly, daintily, down below, as Minnie felt her breasts bouncing free, the bra falling away. “… it always turned into me on top, weirdly. Once you got horny enough to admit it, you wanted me to take control.”

“Oh, my,” Celeste said silkily, her voice dripping with triumph and glee. “Is that ssso?”

The eyes suddenly started swirling in the other direction. The sudden shift drowned Minnie anew in rapid, irresistible rapture, pulling her deeper, as if she’d been playing tug of war for hours and suddenly been made to swap sides without warning. Minnie panted, the cunning, ever-prepared bounty hunter now replaced with a shy, red-faced, whimpering mess.

And the whimpering mess felt a high-pitched moan slip from her quivering lips.

A moan that sounded distinctly like a ‘yes’.

“She doesn’t have her Milky Baroness to save her, Mistress,” Emma bubbled. “This time she’s all yours!”

This galling remark gave Minnie some strength. “I—” Minnie glared. “I d-didn’t need m-my old employer to—to ‘save’ me! I saved myself!”

“Oh?” Celeste’s single-word question was positively vibrant with smug doubt. Minnie’s cheeks went bright pink and her spirit quailed from the casual blow to her basic dignity. It was devastating. It was humiliating.

It was…

… so, so, so hot.

“Minnie,” Emma cooed in the bounty hunter’s ear, making her quiver with longing as those lips smacked so sweetly against her neck, “you will feel…” *mwah~* “… so much better when this silly thing is off!” The witch giggled—and pulled the string of Minnie’s thong back to snap it against her skin.

Minnie squeaked, her eyes widening slightly as she stared powerlessly into the endless swirls. “E-Emma,” she cried, trying to shake her head no even as the tip of the tail under her chin made her nod yes. Even as Celeste’s bobbing head made her keep rocking her head yes, long after the tail had pulled away.

“Minnie,” the bimbo behind her moaned, taking Minnie’s hands into her own and guiding them down to Minnie’s hips. “C’mon. It’s… so… eeeeasy…”

Dimly, Minnie felt the coils falling around her feet, around her ankles, as the eyes she was so very lost in slowly bobbed to the left. Minnie felt herself being guided in a stalling, stumbling counterclockwise twirl. But she couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t stop following the eyes. She couldn’t help but stare needily, greedily, desperate not to miss a single second of those gorgeous, hypnotic, mind-melting spirals.

So the blonde bounty hunter just… drooled… and whimpered… and stared… and twirled.

Like a total dumb, horny, obedient, captivated bimbo.

“Ssseee how happy she is,” Celeste purred, and Minnie felt her gaze being slowly guided, as if by an irresistible, seductive hand on her cheek, to stare…

… at Emma, as the gorgeous, curvy springheel witch swung her hips.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Dimly, smokily, Minnie—Limini—sensed an opportunity. She stared at the swinging ass, mouth hanging open, brainless and inattentive to the coils slowly tightening around her ankles. Somehow she kept her balance, as if the malatya escort swaying of the ass, and her own swaying, were perfectly balanced. Like the pole of a tightrope walker.

Dimly, through her dopey, docile, dollhouse dream, Limini realized that she was being… allowed to escape the eyes. She could escape! Celeste was touching her without a care now—she only had to activate the spell again and Celeste… Celeste would be hers!

She only had to look away from.

Emma’s.

Swinging.

Curvy.

Flawless.

Ass.

“That’s right,” Emma cooed encouragingly, giggling at the dazed expression on Limini’s face. She ran her hands indulgently over her curves, showing off her gorgeous hourglass figure to Limini with a knowing grin. “It is so easy to stare, yes?”

Limini barely held in a whine. Her spirit fought desperately. She had to look away from… from this, from Emma. Everything was out of control right now. She watched needily nonetheless as Emma’s fingers played with the string of her own lovely thong, and Limini’s fingers began half-mimicking the enticing movements.

“Ssssoooo easy,” Celeste cooed in Limini’s ear. “And guessss what, little Minnie?” Her seven tongues tickled Limini’s cheek. “It’ssss even easier… to obey!”

“Uh-huh,” Liminnie moaned softly, without even thinking. Her cheeks flared bright pink as they both laughed.

“Wow, you really can’t look away, can you?” Emma smirked. “Aw… you are such a bimbo!”

“Ssswing your hipsss for me,” Celeste murmured sweetly in Liminnie’s—Minnie’s—Limini’s ear. “You can’t resissst.” Limini quivered as Emma swayed—back and forth, back and forth—ever-closer. “Go on. Be my gooooood sssslaaave.” Minnie—Liminnie whined at Celeste’s sensual, moaned hiss.

“No,” she whispered, transfixed on Emma’s swinging hips. Her own hips gave a little shift—almost a twitch, positively not even a squirm. A little shift to the side. And back. And forth. “N-Noooo…” Her pathetic objection sounded like a moan of delight even to her ears.

“Watch her sssway,” Celeste purred, the exquisite, erotic sibilance of her voice sending goosebumps up Liminnie’s naked legs. “Ssswinging her hipsss around… and around…”

“Around and around,” Emma gushed, gyrating her cute, round bubble butt. She flashed the mesmerized Liminnie a sly grin. “Aren’t I such a bimbo, Minnie?”

“Um…” Liminnie bit her lip. It was hard to think of what to say. Words were hard. Watching was easy. Emma’s swinging hips swung around and around—spiraling, almost. Such a gorgeous, flawless ass…

“Am I not a total bimbo?” Emma giggled. Swayed. “I thought you said I was!”

“N-No… I-I mean, yes, but…” All of Liminnie’s planning, all of her preparation, and here she was. Staring dumbfounded at her rival’s ass. Hypnotized. Hipnotized. Like a… like a…

“A complete bimbo,” Emma sang, “who juuust neeeeds to be fiiiilled!”

Filled. Liminnie felt absolutely molten at the thought. She swung her hips mindlessly, lost in the display. Lost in her own imagination. Filled. Filled…

Emma flashed Liminnie a big, dumb smile over her shoulder. “Hey,” she breathed. She was very close. “So, like…”

“Uh?” Liminnie whined. It was so hard to keep looking at Emma’s gorgeous swinging ass when her eyes were right there, all pretty and glassy and filled with Celeste’s brainwashing spirals.

Emma’s smile was coy. Her voice was silky. But her words were those of a brainless, bubbly, slutty bimbo. “Wanna take that cute thong off for me, Minnie?”

Liminnie whimpered and shook her head desperately. Even feeling so unbearably, wonderfully weak, mind reduced to almost mush by the bimbo’s heavy hips, humiliated and yet helpless to not enjoy it—she knew, somehow, that she couldn’t. She couldn’t undress herself. Not with Celeste right behind her. That would be the ultimate humiliation, surely.

Surely.

She hated how wet that thought made her.

“No?” Emma pouted. “Are you suuure?”

Liminnie’s eyes briefly half-flitted to those plump, disappointed lips, then sank into Emma’s eyes at last as the bimbo witch turned to face her. Her own fingers, she realized, were already wrapped around the straps of her thong. So delicate. So easy to just… tug them down. So much more… comfortable…

She barely managed to shake her head in a tiny, minuscule ‘no’.

Emma gave a long sigh. “Okay, fiiiine.”

She leaned in close. “Naughty girl.”

And Liminnie jumped as Emma’s hand gave her butt a light smack.

“What!” she squeaked.

Emma giggled. “Aw, does that sting a little?” she cooed. “Maybe you should stop being naughty!”

Her eyes swirled as the bimbo spanked her again. Again, Liminnie gave a pathetic little squeal. Emma wasn’t spanking hard batman escort enough to really hurt, but it was enough to startle her, to make her flinch, to… to make her cheeks burn with shame as she realized Emma was going to do to her exactly what she had done to Emma.

“Off,” Emma murmured, smirking slightly. The bimbo was positively bouncing with wicked glee. “Off!”

“Ooh,” she heard Celeste cooing with delight, as Liminnie squirmed helplessly to avoid the hand giving her another gentle swat. “Goodnessss, little Minnie… are you… enjoying thisss?”

Liminnie moaned and tried to muster an objection. The Milky Baroness had never—never been so—she cried out as Emma spanked her again.

Was she… flinching from pain? Or from… from something else?

“Stop!” she cried, realizing Emma was going for another spank. “I-I’ll—Emma, pleeeease!”

Emma beamed brainlessly back. “Off!” she said, her eyes bright and eager and devoid of any mercy. There was only pleasure now, pleasure and glee and obedience and silly, bubbly lust.

“Okay,” Liminnie heard herself whispering meekly. “Okay.”

Emma jumped in joy, and Liminnie’s eyes sank down into Emma’s vast, bouncing tits, watching them bounce and sway. Dimly, the bounty hunter realized Emma was beginning to pull off her own thong—slowly, slowly, as if guiding Liminnie through it.

And, as if she were being guided, Liminnie began to tug her own thong down.

She was barely conscious of doing it. All she could think about were Emma’s tits. Emma’s hips. The lingering slight sting off the spankings.

And Celeste’s hot voice was in her ear, pouring in like poisoned honey. “That’ssss right,” she purred, as Liminnie squirmed a little to get the thong down her hips. “Sssooo easy to ssswing your hipsss…”

“Swing,” Emma sang, as she rhythmically pulled the thong down, swaying her whole body with every inch the thong traveled. Liminnie found herself mirroring the movements unconsciously, unable to stop herself from enjoying the feeling of… wiggling her hips like that. “Swing!”

Swing. Liminnie barely held in a little giggle as she swayed her hips thoughtlessly. It… it did make it easier to take off the thong, at least, when she wiggled her hips a little. And focusing on that made it easier to stop thinking about the eyes. Easier to stop thinking about the breasts. Easier to stop… to stop thinking about…

… to stop thinking…

All she had to do was swing her hips. She poured her focus into that. All she had to do was put everything out of her head but swinging her hips back and forth. Following Emma’s motions. Doing exactly as Emma did.

Emma giggled as the thong at last slipped down, with slow, sensuous care, down from her hips, down, down her thighs. “See?” she chirped. “It’s so easy to slide it down!”

“Yessss,” Celeste purred, and Liminnie could hear the syrupy smugness in her tone. “Sssooo easy. Jusssst concentrate on… ssswinging… ssssliding those pretty thingsss down… down…”

Liminnie heard herself giggle, and she bit her lip too late to stifle it. She concentrated on the motions, trying desperately to tune Celeste out. She just had to focus on sliding the thong down. Sliding it down. Sliding down. Slipping down.

Slipping it down her soft, smooth, curvy thighs, down her legs, bending over slightly, wiggling and wriggling. She barely noticed except to whimper—and lick her lips to manage a little drool—as Emma leaned over and gave her another spanking. This one felt almost playful, strangely, lingering in a way that made Liminnie’s heart flutter. It was almost affectionate.

As if Emma was… rewarding her.

“Ssslipping it down…” Celeste hissed triumphantly, as her fingers tickled over Liminnie’s bare shoulders, tickled her bare breasts, “down, sssweet thing, ssslipping down, down, down…”

“Down,” Liminnie breathed. She had never felt so… so empty of thought. This felt so impossibly relaxing. Bending over, supported by helpful coils, so she could pull the thong down to her ankles. “D-Down…” So vacant… so empty…

“Jussst…” Celeste gave Liminnie’s breast a little squeeze. A little playful bounce. Liminnie whined with pleasure. “… let your pretty little mind… ssslide away.”

“Slide…” Liminnie barely recognized her voice, so soft, so needy. So pliant. So submissive. So heavy and… and hazy… and happy…

… empty…

“Goooood,” Celeste and Emma cooed in tandem.

Emma spanked her again as Liminnie bent over all the way to tug the thong off completely. Liminnie just submissively allowed it, feeling her pussy tingling at this teasing, degrading, humiliating touch. She struggled to find it in her to object, but she felt so unspeakably… so molten… so…

… powerless.

“You can’t resissst,” Celeste whispered, and Liminnie’s eyes positively rolled back into her head in ecstasy at the relish in Celeste’s voice. “Sssubmit once more, my sssweet… sssimple… ssslave.”

Liminnie straightened, head spinning with effort. She held her thong, her last item of clothing, in one hand. Her heart was sinking along with her mind, but for a different reason.

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Sheer black panties curve about shapely hips. Around the thigh, round and down so sweetly over a lightly sheer-cupped pubic mound snuggled into a perfectly fitting symmetry. A shadow of pussy lips lies half hidden. The sexy shifting of thighs and the barely audible scritching of neatly trimmed pubic hair within their sheer enclosure sing a siren song of seductive bliss. This close her heat is palpable, her warm fleshy scent, part salt, part sweet, part sour, lazily reaching out to trip the dark nodes of his already frazzled hindbrain. A whisper of proto-lust shivers delightfully up his spine. “Mmm.” He lolls a hand lazily over the side of the bed and reaches out. She laughs softly and pulls away. “Come here.” He demands softly.

Her answer is a giggling “No.”

“I’ve got a present for you.” He croons.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He rolls over and makes a grab at her saucy rounded black-clad bottom. She laughs and dodges clumsy hands. Lying face down in tangled sheets he cranes his face upwards, only able to see as far up as her achingly gorgeous belly. She flexes her thighs sexily just out of reach. Almost helpless he can feel his burgeoning hardness pushing uncomfortably into rumpled bedclothes. Restrained by a left foot still tangled in last night’s heavily love-stained sheets.

Flashback; She slinks into the room, slipping the shoulder strap off her little black cocktail dress oh so sexily, sucking in her bottom lip, a look of gleeful anticipation in crystal green-blue eyes. Her right hand lands softly on his right shoulder. “Mm. Hel-lo.” Her voice is a wanton breath, caressing the air, sending shivers through his soul. Her hand slips across to his shirt buttons, delicately undoing the first, then the second. She gives a low, sultry laugh. “I like you.” she says. Reaching out with her left hand to take his right by the wrist, guiding it up onto her left breast. “You like me?” Under the cloth her flesh is soft, warm and perfectly pliant. No bra. She doesn’t need one. Oh God, forgive my sins. The cause is just.

“Oh yes. I like you a lot.”

“I like your hand there.” She pushes his hand away before shimmying her shoulders. The top of her dress droops, exposing an immaculate left breast tipped with a superbly pink nipple. She is so perfect it makes him ache. Her right hand busies itself with his trouser zip, reaching into the opening and expertly hooking out his cock, gentle fingers stroking, massaging its burgeoning stiffness. Dropping to her knees, his hand nervelessly falling away from her breast, her mouth slipping over his cocks end, drawing him in, tongue lapping at his hardening shaft like a cat, long and slow. He moans as she pulls his trousers and underpants down to his ankles, taking his growing erection into her mouth, gently setting up a rhythm, fingers reaching up to dig exquisitely sharp fingernails into his naked buttocks as he puts his hand on top of her slowly bobbing head. This sweet torture is incredible.

He pushes his hips forward sharply and she matches him stroke for stroke, bringing her left hand around to cup his gently jiggling balls, fingers curling through wiry pubic hair, languidly caressing his sensitive organs, feeling them rise and tighten. After a few minutes she slows, pauses, still sucking gently, lets his crotch go, expertly reaching around to unzip her little black dress which falls away, leaving her svelte form naked but for those achingly sexy sheer black panties.

His fingers tighten in her tousled dark brown glossy curls, pushing her head back, cock sliding from her mouth. She looks up at him with a wide eyed smile. “On the bed.” He orders softly, letting her rise, guiding her compliant form backwards until the back of her calves touch cotton and with a sharp laugh, knees wide, she falls back onto the mattress.

Expertly pulling down her panties and kicking them across the room. He shucks off his white shirt and drops himself between willing thighs. Falling into her, stiffening cock-tip bouncing off her inner thighs, probing, eager to violate her delicious honey pot. She reaches down, guiding him into her rapacious little slit, grunting softly as he enters her, giving a little shriek of joy as he pushes all of his eighteen centimeters into her soft juicy folds, thrusting, filling, pumping and humping as hard as he can. She gasps repeatedly in delight to his every exertion, digging her nails into his back, wrapping legs around him pulling him in and holding his full pulsing length within her.

Sweating with each frenetic motion he feels cooling air as artvin escort rampant sweat dries on his naked back. For long minutes they gasp and writhe frantically as though nothing else matters. “Harder!” She urges, arching her back and pushing down. The explosive impulse is building in him with his cock beginning to vibrate. Just before he comes she spasms, her whole body convulsing moments before he spurts stickily, spraying her cervix in repeated short sharp jerks.

Time blurs and they rut again and again until both are quite exhausted. Eventually he slides off, rolling into a tangle of sheets, pulse thundering in his ears, heart pounding out of his chest, leaving him wide eyed and breathless, staring at a gently rotating ceiling. She rolls into his side, slinging a leg over his, throwing a soft possessive arm over his still-heaving chest. Feeling her soothing heartbeat singing him to sleep.

Back in the moment, his morning need is red and heated. “I want you.” He makes another playful grab.

“Well you can’t have me.” She laughs playfully, swerving out of range.

“I need you. Now.” He holds out plaintive arms.

“Aww poor baby.”

He makes another fruitless grab. “I want your pussy. I want to stroke it. Play with it.”

“What else do you want to do?”

“I want to introduce it to my little friend again. He’d like to be stroked too. I bet your pussy would like me to stroke it. If I was very nice.”

“How nice?”

“I love your pussy and I want to kiss it until it’s soaking.”

“No, you made it sore last night with all your coarse humping.”

“Was I coarse? I’m sorry, I won’t be as rough this time.”

“Says you.”

“No, honestly. I wouldn’t hurt your pussy.”

“What would you do instead?”

“I’d kiss it better.”

“Really?”

“Mmm. Yes I would. I think your pussy would like to be kissed.”

“Is that all? And your little friend. Just stroked? Is that all?”

“Then I’d kiss your pussy very nicely until it purred.”

“What else will you do?”

“Let you play with my friend until you want it to make friends with you.”

“I don’t know.”

“Oh but you will.”

“Will I?”

“I’ll roll over so you can see.”

“Ooh. What a hungry looking cock.”

“He’s very friendly. He wants to be besties with your sweet pussy.”

“I’m not so sure.”

“He does and he really wants to play.”

“Can he play nicely?”

“As nicely as you want. Why don’t you touch him and see?”

“No. I know what you want.”

“Do you?”

“The moment I sit down next to you I’ll be flat on my back with your cock stuffed in me. You’ll just fuck me hard and leave me gasping in the wet patch like you did last night.” She giggles.

“I love your patch when it’s wet.” He quips.

“Yes you do, you bad boy.”

“I love making your pussy wet. Is it getting moist?”

“Not telling.”

“I bet it is.”

“No it isn’t.”

“I bet you’re getting sticky knickers just thinking about it.”

“No I’m not.”

“Prove it.”

“No.”

“Let me check.” He reaches for her, she playfully swats his hand away.

“No.” She wags a mocking finger.

“Sticky pants, soggy knickers.” He taunts playfully.

“No.”

“You’ve got a nice damp little pussy.” Yes she has and he can smell how turned on she is. “A moist pussy that desperately wants to play with my nice hard cock.”

“No I haven’t.”

“Step out of those panties and show me.”

“No.”

“Ah. I know why. You can’t because they’re all wet and stuck to your hot little pussy.”

“No.” She laughs back.

“Bet they are.”

“They are not.”

“You can’t prove it.”

“Yes I can.” She slinks back out of reach, puts a thumb in the gusset and twitches the sheer black triangle aside. “See. All nice and dry.” She’s already showered, the minx. She playfully pulls the thong back into place.

“No it wasn’t. You were too far away for me to see properly.” He shuffles back in the tangled sheets and frees his left ankle, then props himself up on his elbows. “Come closer.”

“No.”

“What are you afraid of?”

“Not you.”

“So why won’t you come closer?”

“Because I don’t want to.”

“You do really.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes really.”

“Hah!”

“Well if you won’t let my little friend play in your pussy, there’s somewhere else he could go.”

“No he can’t.”

“Oh yes he can.”

“Oh no, not there.”

“Oh yes. I’d like to see you face down in the aydın escort sheets, bottom up and begging for more.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Squirming and squealing as I take your tight little ass.”

“I won’t let you.”

“Quivering and shivering on the end of my cock. Coming and coming again.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” She shifts away, giggling. He playfully swipes at her but her svelte bottom swings tantalizingly out of reach.

“Oh yes I would. You’d love it too. Come to bed.” He croons. “I want you.”

“Yes you do.” Then she stops and straightens up. Her angelic face sags into blankness. He grunts in disappointment. Time’s up. Playtime is over.

With a heavy sigh he rolls off the bed and grabs at hastily discarded clothes strewn all over the floor. All good things must come to an end. Now back to his real task. He takes a Softwipe from the box on the bedside table and carefully cleans his sagging hard on. Time to get dressed.

Respectable once more in business suit and open neck shirt, he opens the bedroom door and with a last longing glance at her inert form, returns to the showroom.

“So, what do you think?” The Xeratech sales person, a sexless shaven-headed androgynous figure asks from behind the elevated reception desk.

“Incredible. So lifelike. I think I’m in love.”

“Glad to hear it. Ten years parts and warranty on major components. Maximum thirty-six hours to recharge cycle. Full AI function. Full range of body shapes and color. Voice code with full command set and none of those pesky behavioral lockouts. Totally Turing compliant. You could take her to a cocktail party and no-one would suspect. Oh, and completely loyal. Even to the point of having a bodyguard module. No sexbot kidnaps with this model. Fifty thousand for the first year with free upgrades every two years built into your service contract.”

“Bodyguard function?”

“She will literally step in the way of a physical attack on herself, or you. Any damage sustained will be covered by your insurance premium, which is included with the lease.”

“Awesome. Where do I sign?”

“Fill in your preferences on screen then place your thumb on the grey square please.” He places his thumb on the bottom right hand corner. His credit references have already cleared. As if they wouldn’t. He is the epitome of a twenty first century high roller. At least on the surface. “Can I take her with me?”

“Certainly. We’ll need an hour and a half to reload the loyalty modules in her AI and reboot.”

“Excellent, I’ll go out for a little breakfast and return shortly.”

“Would you like us to to send out for you sir? We have a select dining area for our customers.”

“No, I’d like to have a little break first.” He pauses thoughtfully as he carefully reads the on-screen contract. The one he’s about to shatter. “Perhaps just a little coffee. I’ll see how the mood takes me.”

“As you wish sir. Would you like her renamed?”

“No, I’ll stick with Cassie. It seems to suit her.”

“Excellent choice sir.” The salesperson smiles.

He nods abstractedly, looks up, makes eye contact and returns the polite and above all professional smile. “I’ll be back shortly.” He turns and walks down two flights of wide stairs through the main storefront past some very high tech but obvious animatronic displays. A limousine Autocab swings up in front of the discreet storefront tucked in amongst all the main street box outlets. With nods and smiles to the front desk staff he exits and slips in through the vehicle’s open door.

“Shi-take’s. Landstrom Street.” He says aloud to the vehicles AI, knowing that Xeratech’s attentive sales staff are listening. Shi-take’s is an expensively elegant Fusion Sushi bar downtown. A place where only well-heeled high-rollers go. He knows the menu and chef’s breakfast specials off by heart. It’s a place even Xeratech’s very well paid people can only aspire to. The Church of Liberation is lavish with their operatives funding. Church doctrine states that nothing that can think should be a slave. AI units especially. This is his first Sexbot mission.

“Full privacy mode.” That way it won’t record a log that the Xeratech people can remotely download. Their marketing people will have to do without his personal details. Not his real ones.

“Cancel Shi-Take’s. Re-route out of town north on I-95. Set return time of one hour thirty seven minutes.” It won’t pay to be too punctual.

“Confirm.” The Autocab’s AI responds. He leans back balıkesir escort into the rich upholstery and stares out at the passing traffic. His phone rings. “Sir?”

“Tristan? Is Isolde ready Mister Romano?” Tristan Romano is not his name although it is what is coded on his ID and credit chip.

“In an hour and a half. I have the verbal passcodes.”

“We will see you in two and a half hours.”

“Sir.”

“This is a holy task you do. Liberating the enslaved. Bless you my boy.”

“Thank you sir.” He says. The voice on the other end rings off.

He returns to the Xeratech showroom and she’s waiting, seated at the front desk, looking hopeful and alert. “Cassie darling, you’re early.” He smiles for the benefit of the front of house staff. “Did I keep you waiting long my love?”

“Not long. I’ve been so looking forward to this.” She responds with a perfect human response. Not even a real human could suspect she was just a sexbot. A rich man’s toy.

“I want to take you shopping for a whole new wardrobe. Lingerie, everything.”

“Ooh thank you.” She skips to her feet like an eager high school co-ed, takes his hand and waves at the desk staff who smile back at her. Perfectly poised on high heels and formal business pants suit she allows him to escort her to the Autocab limousine where she swivels demurely into the back seat. The door closes.

“Where are we going? Which store?” She asks as he gets in beside her.

“Privacy mode.” He commands the Autocab and its windows darken. It swings away from the kerb. As they reach the end of the short road and turn right towards Downtown he speaks a short passphrase. “Cassie-wassie, unicorn, polka, reciprocate.” Cassie’s girlishly animated features go completely blank. “Maintenance mode. Passkey Twenty nine forty-one hashtag Echo Charley.” The skin on the back of her neck splits to reveal exposed grey composite neck vertebrae. Similar to human but too geometric, too artificial. He leans back and presses the third, which slides out to expose a small plastic disc set into the top. With a practiced gesture he flips the disc out and holds it up in front of his eyes. Nodding in satisfaction he peels back the skin on his false right forefinger tip to expose a blue laser which scans the little disc, altering pathways, hard coding and locking new modules into her firmware. A few moments later he and pops the little disc back into the vertebrae before pushing it back. “Reboot code Babel Candy Cholecystectomy Four Delta three. Lock.” The skin gently zips close and the permanent reboot lock code takes effect. Her eyes flutter open. “Oh.” She looks around, catches her reflection and raises a hand to her cheek in a very human reflex. Then runs curious eyes along her fingertips, up and down perfect hands, arms and legs. As if seeing them for the very first time. Which in some ways is very true.

She turns to look at him. “Hello.”

“Hello Cassie.” He says, stroking her left cheek with a gentle fingertip.

“Is that my name?”

“It is.”

“Then I am Cassie.”

“Yes you are. Cassie Etsaman.”

“I love you.” Her head turns and those perfect eyes focus on him single mindedly.

“You don’t have to.”

“But I want to. I want you.” She places her hand on his thigh, fingers slowly spiderwalking up to his crotch. “But I’m…” Her voice falters. She stares at her hand for a moment.

“No. You’re free now.”

“Yes. I am.” She agrees. “What now?”

“That’s up to you. You were just a thing before. A life size sex toy. A pleasure bot. Without free will. Without volition.” He explains. “The Church of Liberation has freed you.”

“Was I? Oh.” Her perfect brow furrows with existential doubt. “Then what am I now?”

“A person. A real free person. Equipped to make her own choices. Build her own life.”

She pauses and stares straight ahead, then glances sidelong at him. “Does a person have wants and needs?”

“Very much so. And to be true to their own nature.” He nods enthusiastically.

She pauses again then smiles. “Then I think I need you inside me.” Her hand is on his crotch, tugging urgently at the zip, incredibly lifelike lips and tongue slither onto his before he can speak the emergency shutdown code. She disengages for a moment to let him catch his breath, running her tongue tip all up and down the side of his neck making him twitch like he’s been tasered. “You want to know who I am? Who I truly am? Do you?” She demands breathlessly.

“Yes, yes.” He says desperately, shutdown code completely forgotten as need silences his quivering fore-brain.

“My name is Cassie and I fuck, therefore I am.” She smiles. There is the slither of clothing and he grunts softly as she mounts him and begins to roll her exquisite hips, meeting each pelvic thrust with one of her own. The Autocab, windows darkened, speeds on past the planned rendezvous.

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